Well, yes, that’s the gist of the whole diatribe, “junk pics bad.” But you seem to have missed my point entirely, too, because my point was “sending junk pics* makes you look like an asshole and will probably ruin the other person’s mood.” Again, re-read my conclusion. And, just in case, that was the point of the post, too. Again, the job description only serves to drive home the point in that particular case.

Also, I genuinely don’t see how what I’ve written is insulting. What, the fact that I apologised that I don’t have the time to do reading comprehension? Well, yeah, because I genuinely did not have the time to do reading comprehension (which, again, may have been entirely pointless even if I did have it, as the commenter didn’t exactly demonstrate having read the entire text before jumping on “oh, so are only scientists allowed to feel offended?!”). Are you bothered by the “reading comprehension” bit? If so, why? That’s literally what that’s called.

You’ve jumped in defence of someone who hadn’t read the whole comment (at least I hope they didn’t read it, otherwise it’s worse!) (edit:) and who started out hostile from the go, and built your argument around misunderstanding my comment (again!). The initial question was (paraphrasing): “how is the job description relevant?” And I did just that in my first paragraph - explain the literary value of the job description as an element of this tale, what its value is in shaping the message and driving the point home. After which I returned to saying that, yes, one’d be an asshole regardless. (Edit 2:) I even went as far as to clarify that one would be an asshole even regardless of the type of junk one possesses in my Edit, not just one’s job.

The fact that YOU choose to hyperfocus on that element and not the vast tracts of text surrounding it on either side does not mean that the original text’s messaging is what you want it to be.

Right back at you!

I’m sorry, I really don’t have the time to do reading comprehension with you, I’ve put it pretty clearly in the very first Idea I’ve listed. Also, reread my conclusion and see how much someone’s job shows up in what I’ve written.

Have a good’un.

While I agree with the fact that this kind of behaviour [i.e. randomly “hanging brain” (my new favourite idiom), unsolicited, in someone’s DMs] is SO many shades of shitty in whichever context it happens, in this case in particular the job description* really does work for building up context and highlighting the dichotomy between the type of people who send dick pics and the type of people they sometimes reach.

As a bottom line, it should serve as a good enough cautionary tale about keeping one’s damned junk in their pants unless someone wants to see it, because one’ll most likely end up looking like an utter asshole while also potentially ruining someone else’s mood for literally no good reason whatsoever.

(still me, blahaj is down)

Edit: to avoid any pointless “but it isn’t just men” replies, of course it isn’t just men, but women seem to not have such a huge friggin’ need to expose themselves to unaware passers-by. This is me, speaking as an AMAB and approximately cishet. And I wouldn’t like to see a random centrefold on my phone while checking my messages, either, to be perfectly frank. There’s a time and a place, and many more factors before I get to that point.

Yep, may even be caused by certain forms of c-PTSD. I was required to develop hypervigilance as a method of survival, so everything bad/unfortunate/uncomfortable sounds the alarm, while anything good/normal/producing joy is *mostly glossed over (*extremes are still registered), as the main goal is staying alive and the latter won’t kill me.

Really haven’t heard it used in these contexts before! Thank you!

On the plus side, it’ll be a while before my brain rewires the context associated with the word, so now I’ll amuse myself imagining every political figure addressed as such wearing Pope hats and stuff.

(yep, still me, this is my second account, trouble getting into the other one, for some reason)

Yep, genuinely only ever heard it when talking in a monarchic context, about kings/queens, Lords/Ladies and such, and in a Church context - as mentioned, when referring to the Pope, and Archbishops and such (remembered this latter part only now that I thought about it again).

Funny, “Excellency” is what feels over the top to me, but may be due to the contexts in which I’ve heard it used - circumstances which have much more pomp and pageantry associated with them.

Anyway, thank you! Learn something new every day!

(yep, still me, this is my second account, trouble getting into the other one, for some reason)

Generally, yes, even during winter for the most part.

I do agree with you that politics have become mostly circus without much bread, but I’d say we should never give up on our gift of making light of the hardships.

I mean, dunk as it may be, it’s a good one. I’d even go as far as calling it a sick burn and a smart jab!

Edit: plus populism is the playing field now, memes and smartass quips are how you win the base over. I’m not saying I agree with this particular way of going about things, but reality is undeniable nonetheless. We’d be wise to master the tools.

Oh, I 100% understand that. Wanted to try handling a tarantula in a German pet shop, nearly fainted (knees got weak the instant I registered her on my skin, and I could tell she was not in any way aggressive…).

On the other hand, I’ve had one of those massive cockroaches sniffing around on my face, and not even a twitch. I seldom understand my brain.

Oh, wow! I’d probably just die if I ever saw a wolf spider in my tub! Like, complete simultaneous organ failure, the energy which is me would just eject from my body.

Lucky for me, I live in Temperate-Continental, so my biggest threat is seeing a Long-Legs dangling down to check up on me while I’m showering!

And I’m serious about this. Maybe it was just me imagining things, but I swear they started inspecting me every now and again. Like, I’d be at my desk playing, and I’d see one rapelling from the ceiling, like 20-30 cm away from me. Seldom has any descended onto the actual desk, though, they’d just hang for a bit, then climb back up. It was strangely comforting, though, it makes them feel a lot more alive and present than the mind would tend to think about an eight-legged thing right out of my nightmares. They really have become my roommates.

Some times you just need to get it out of your system, y’know?

She’s the perfect political distraction, a loud moron who spouts some of the vilest and downright stupidest things a human being will ever hear. She deserves to be kept out of politics because she is a moron, her political leanings needn’t even be included in considering her capabilities. Either way, it is a sad time in our history, the proliferation of Right-Wing ideas (and I’m talking about the hateful shit) in general should never have happened again.

Even though I still have arachnophobia, I’ve intentionally lived with spiders for over a decade and I’ve not had issues with mosquitoes even if I left all of my windows open. And my roommates are thriving!

They’re very chill roommates, too! After about 1-2 months of adjusting to living together in my old apartment, they stopped spinning webs in the areas which I used frequently and focused on the zones which I left out for them - ceiling corners, gaps between walls and furniture, etc. I did occasionally clean up their old webs every now and again (while taking great care not to bother the spiders themselves) because they also gathered a lot of dust. But they’d replace the old webbing in a matter of days.

And they never developed overpopulation issues, even though I did see them producing egg sacks regularly. I was expecting to drown in spiders by the end of the first year of trying this arrangement, but I never counted more than 15-20 spiders apartment-wide.

Only if you swallow.

Oh, no, they’re definitely picky:)) One of my exes had an Amstaff with whom I’d developed a much healthier relationship than with her owner. My ex also dropped off her dog at my place for weeks so she could take some emotional space. I didn’t care, that dog and I got along like two peas in a pod.

Anyway, point is, she was a VERY astute dog and we became fast friends. I’d always let her “inspect” whatever I was feeding myself and I’d usually get a huff and a butt as remarks about my food. She didn’t even want to lick the crap I was eating at the time (lots of take-out, lots of processed foods, etc.) However, she LOVED my potato salad, and a lot of other home-cooked dishes. Seldom the meat, though.

Also a good point, Gothic Armada strikes a really good balance between large scale, yet still granular imo, where the happenings are massive, but the scale is still small enough to develop parasocial relationships with your units:))

In the same vein, as a gist of it all, the Dark Crusade campaign intro cinematic does very well in offering a vertical slice into the main players! Sure, it doesn’t cover the Drukhari or the Sororitas, but it’s leagues ahead of the Soulstorm one…

I honestly found it easiest to start from as close to the familiar as possible, which is why I start with Big E: start with the symbolism, quick run-through of human history (I mean really quick), then expand upon the Warp as it relates to Psykers and Big E with an overview of basic concepts and personnages (which is also where I start proselytising Cegorach and his ilk), then explode into everything else, starting from “current day” status, then dipping in history as and when relevant. Otherwise it really does get overwhelming and it’s really easy to slip into “lotsa’ sci-fi words” without having an anchor point in familiarity.

And not all that bad, actually! I’m dead serious, there were times when I caught myself sneaking out a fistful from my cat’s food bag and munching like a rodent. Once you get accustomed to the taste (which, in most cases, tastes like really tough bread flavoured with saltless steak, or saltless boiled carrot, or saltless fish), it makes for a decently filling snack.

Dog kibble has even less flavour than cat kibble, mostly tastes slighly savoury and bland, though. Which I find weird and, like… all dogs I’ve met enjoyed a plethora of flavours, wouldn’t they do the same with their kibble?

“Boost shields! Shut down non-essentials! Ensign, get us out of here!”

The whole album is a work of art!