I have a rifle and a revolver, but they’re both limited edition items that my grandfather got from a steel mill where he worked, so they’re a “shoot if you have to” kind of thing.

I’d like to have more, because I enjoyed target shooting as a kid. However, they’re not cheap, and I’m not sure I have the time.

At the same time, I’m in the US and the inmates are running the asylum, so I feel like I should have more.

Halloween gets collected and stored. The last bits went to the attic yesterday.

There’s a conversion to Thanksgiving decor, then right after Thanksgiving it all gets packed up, and we convert to Christmas.

Christmas gets packed up and stored sometime before June.

I’m the, “could be worse”, guy for my wife. No matter how bad things are, I can always imagine something entirely possible that would be worse.

I don’t know if it helps her at all, but she seems to be amused by it.

I live in a world of ever-present, looming disaster.

I’m a sysadmin.

Looking at the state of the US right now, calculus wouldn’t be where I’d devote my energy.

I feel like perhaps you don’t know enough people from the entire range of human abilities to understand why requiring calculus might be going too far.

It should certainly be an option, and it should be a requirement for certain career paths, but making it a high school graduation requirement would just unnecessarily result in more people dropping out of school.

You messed up. Plenty of people will tell you that.

I wanted to address the challenge you face with your spouse not accepting that you don’t like change.

I find myself to be much the same, and very occasionally my wife tries to get me to change. I’ve explained it like this:

I don’t like change. I find something I love, and I keep it forever. I don’t want something new. I don’t want something different. I want to keep what I have.

If I say it right and give her a chance to think about it, my wife, who I have been with since I was 16 and she was 15, figures out that she’s ok with me not wanting change.

Whip it out and piss on the desk.

I had to Google that to know what the hell you were talking about.

I don’t know if it would bother you, because it can be noisy, but:

Flowbee

People thinks it’s ridiculous, but I’ve been using one since well before the pandemic. It does as well as a barber ever did.

Some people keep journals. When those people write their autobiographies, they can check the records.

Other people have good memories.

It’s probably also more important for it to be a good story than for it to be 100% accurate.

Because the victims of the rape of children in the Epstein case don’t have the money. The perpetrators do.

This is that guy?

No wonder he’s spewing bullshit. It’s leaking out of his brain.

When I was at LaSalle, the non-alcoholic nightclub on campus made “pizza skins”. A personal pan pizza style crust covered with mashed potatoes, cheddar cheese, and bacon. Served with sour cream and I think chopped scallions.

It was awesome.

My mom bought me a fireproof safe because she was giving me some jewelry to hold for my kids, and she also had some documents for me to keep.

It sat on the floor under a bed for years. Then I decided to get appraisals of the jewelry to add it to my homeowners insurance.

When I opened the safe, everything in it was moist and moldy.

Nothing important was lost or damaged, but it was nasty as hell.

I haven’t had my rates increase noticeably for any of the accidents.

I’m not sure who believes and who doesn’t, but I’ve been in more than 30 car collisions. I’m not sure exactly how many because I’ve lost track.

One was an offset head-on collision. I think the other driver fell asleep. He claimed I came into his lane and hit him, but the impact shattered the windshield washer fluid in my car, and destroyed the front-right tire. The impact left a puddle of fluid in the middle of my lane, and the rim of the front right wheel left grooves in the street leading from where my car stopped back to the point of impact.

I was sideswiped three times. All three were hit and runs. One of them was caught on my dash cam and I got my deductible back. The other two got away.

All the rest were rear-end collisions. It happened so many times that I started to think I must be doing something wrong, but I couldn’t figure out what. Around that time I happened to look in the rear view mirror just before the impact to see the driver looking down at something on the passenger seat beside him.

Since then, I’ve understandably become very aware of what the drivers behind me are doing.

The last two times:

In late 2021 I was approaching an intersection and had a green light, but on the other side of the intersection was a school bus letting out kids. I stopped, and the jeep behind me hit me at full speed. My truck was totaled. I was knocked very briefly unconscious, but I was able to control the truck as I was pushed through the intersection and stopped.

Ironically, I had been thinking about trading in my truck for a new model. That day, on the drive home before the collision, I decided I wanted to keep it.

At the time, getting a replacement took months. I was getting to and from work driving the Civic that we bought for the kids to use. Two months after the truck was totaled I was in slow, stop-and-go traffic. Every time I had to stop, the car behind me would pull all the way up to within inches of my bumper. I wanted to scream at him. Of course, the person behind him hit him, and pushed him into me.

Luckily, that time it was slow, low speed impact. Easy damage to fix.

For the love of all that’s holy, follow at a safe distance! Three seconds minimum between you and the car in front of you. And when you stop, stop far enough back to see where the tires on the car in front of you touch the street.

If you want to slipstream (aka, drafting), become a race car driver.

Sometimes you get bored…

I think the closest I’ve ever been to a “celebrity” was this guy. He was doing a show out something near where I lived, and he came into the pizza restaurant where I worked.

The wait staff said there was a guy from Family Ties in the restaurant. I went out to see who they were talking about. Then I went back in the kitchen. I still don’t understand what they were excited by.

I could understand if it was someone big. If it was Michael J Fox I might have been impressed. I couldn’t imagine getting excited about Marc Price.

Sorry to take this to a dark place, but I’d have to say the ability to cause people to die in a way of my choosing, just by thinking it.

For years we’ve had almost no trick-or-treaters come to our house. We know there are tons in the area, but the number who actually stopped at our house kept dropping.

Last year it was warm enough on Halloween for us to leave the front door open, and we saw tons of kids walk past our house and heard one kid say, “That’s the creepy house.”

Which is ridiculous. There’s nothing creepy at all about our house.

Anyway, last year I decided I should make a sign to let the kids know they could stop at our house.

I made a post about the sign.

Anyway, the sign worked. We had double-digit trick-or-treaters this year.