It’s also called “Rauhnächte” - the Wild Hunt is out and about, and the veil to the spirit world is very light. That might explain the feeling confused and urge to drink.

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This looks like fun, can I find it online? Looks like quite the trip.

‘Biting is my love language, deal with it!’

Talk to her, don’t continue eating up your frustration and getting resentful inside. Maybe she feels the same.

I used to feel like that, although in the wife position. I felt like my time was scheduled by someone else, and I felt like all I ever did was clean and tidy up and do laundry. He felt like he had to walk on eggshells around my moods. None of us ever managed to bring up the growing feelings of resentment, because we loved each other so we should be getting along, right?

It got so bad that we broke up - luckily we got back together, now each with their own household. Each household with its own level of filth, permissions around animals, schedule, way of running a kitchen, of handling finances, of receiving people … It’s so, so, so much easier. The time we spend together now is real quality time where we give each other attention - which can range from anything from helping each other out to having passionate sex.

Two people expecting to be able to enjoy living together because they love each other must be one of the worst ideas ever, but we are so programmed to just follow this model because it’s the standard.

Agreed. I don’t hate Gary Larson, but he is not European BD at all, he’s clearly from over the big pond!

I have used Mettbrötchen with success to scare foreigners away from my German food. “Yes zis bread has ze raw meat on it. Salmonella? Das ist eine possibility. Schweinepest? Worth it.”

Okay then, where would you place the different scenes you know on the craziness spectrum for girls? As a crazy girl myself I can offer horses, drone racing and foraging (hm not sure that’s a scene).

“Girls with strong interests and impressive skills are crazy” <- Maybe let’s get over this feeling?

A lament straight out of horny jail. I’ve definitely felt the same way before and have written similar yowls during my ovulation phase.

You’re right, I was wrong, I didn’t look well at the leaves at the top of the plant. They look a bit like wormwood leaves, but I will refrain from further guesses.

No, with certainty not parsley. Probably chickweed (Stellaria media), photo and specimen are a bit difficult to work with.

Good documentation makes me happy, bad documentation makes me run away. I suspect I’m not the only person who not only reads the fucking manual but thinks writing good technical documentation is an art of its own. Good luck with trying to replace proper documentation with profuse gibberish.

Is it possible to keep him out of school until an alternative becomes available? He seems to be suffering a lot, and probably won’t learn much anyway if he’s stressed out by his environment. What alternatives would be available where you live? If you find it hard to research for yourself, maybe there’s some official organism that offers support or an association/self-help group of people in the same situation?

In my family the intensity of spectrum varies, of the youngest generation there’s one boy who did normal school without problems, the other needs support in pre-school and might not be sent into mainstream education. There’s nothing wrong with either option, it’s whatever fits the child best. Don’t force a solution that doesn’t work.

Who’s in this pic and doesn’t like it? Not me, of course, because I don’t work for an evil company directly, I just help their operations through a middle man. So I work for several evil companies, but only a tiny little bit for each, which in the grand scheme of evil is nearly nothing!

A not very epic poem about smart appliance FOMO, to be sung to a tune played on the world’s smallest violin

I’m devastated my fridge is old and does nothing
but keep my food cold.
I feel so poor and left out,
having no access to these value-strengthening promotions and curated advertisements.
My dumb fridge just
stands in a corner of the kitchen, not talking to me!
I feel so alone among my silent appliances.
Please speak to me washing machine
say something sweet space heater
profess your undying love to me dish washer

I was out of work for over a year and jobs have been coming in again since two months. The many indications that this unholy shit bubble is finally bursting has me smiling, dancing and singing “The robot is dead, the robot is dead!”. I hate the AI hype with a passion, not just because of my work, but because of the ghastly slop we’re being exposed to everywhere online. I hope it disappears quickly into the same hole NFTs when to fuck off into.

Now before the billionaires come up with the next stupid hype can we at least eat a few of them?

Here’s another poem.

Downvotes due to AI art

AI wastes resources

Environment destroyed

Jobs killed

Fascism installed

Please do not use

Let poetry speak for

itself

Don’t use AI. Huge negative environmental and social impact just to create slop. Not going to play your games, sorry.

Touch grass is what we need to do. I do as much as I can in my surroundings - raised beds, gardening, and sharing stuff with people. I work as much as I can in my local community. That’s how we beat this shit and keep our souls alive.