My heart....

For all my willpower, why can't I make a big jar of beef jerky without demolishing the whole thing within a couple of days? I have these big ideas about a jar of jerky lasting weeks of occasional nibble treat then woof. Gone.

A_Man_Who_Tries wrote: Mon May 17, 2021 9:18 am For all my willpower, why can't I make a big jar of beef jerky without demolishing the whole thing within a couple of days? I have these big ideas about a jar of jerky lasting weeks of occasional nibble treat then woof. Gone.

Everyone had their big ideas. Jones wanted to be an opera singer. Deandra had her sights on becoming an astronaut. But A_Man_Who_Tries, who was a modest and humble man, only wanted a jar of beef jerky that lasted forever.

Who would win in a fight: Super Saiyan 3 Hank Hill or Dave Mustaine from that episode of Duck Dodgers?

The thing I will miss most about the old forum is the "Design the worst band shirt" thread.

Me: Can we get a Roland Space Echo
Mom: We have one at home
Roland Space Echo at home:

Waiting on my adorable-but-often-needy dog hand and foot this past week or so, am pretty sure I don't have what it takes to be a parent.

Hey, creepy dude: if you want buddies in your life, maybe don't stalk them online. Don't blow up their phones at an hour when they're in bed asleep or getting laid. Don't get more intense when you sense distance or boundaries. That shit's unsettling and makes me legitimately fear for anyone you've ever crushed on. Just stop.

I forgot to buy birdseed for the finches that land on my office window ledge every day, and they are chirping and staring at me intently. Well, as intent as any bird-stare can be, I guess. Whatevs...I feel horribly guilty.

That distorted vocal sound (see Bloc Party "Helicopter", or any other song like that) is the worst 00s cliche.