I had a neighbour who embalmed his own wife.
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Or at least, you think you do.
If I wasn't right about it I wouldn't have a flawless driving record
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I don't know. It's more like a time reference than a consequence of.
Gotcha, I am sorry to hear. Hopefully you find freedom and joy during the coming challenges
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given selokichtli already responded i'll chip in as well.
it's honestly quite hard to give an exact answer, but life has definitely not felt the same ever since the lockdowns hit.late 2019 to like 2023 and even early 2024 flew by very fast for me. i can't even really remember much from that period and i'm not sure whether it's a direct consequence of the above, or maybe it's from COVID brain fog (i'm not even sure if i had COVID in the first place)
in any case things have felt off since the lockdowns. not to mention how much the internet has changed ever since LLMs got rolled out.
ok, thank you for responding, my memories of 2020 are very fast too, I did not notice until now
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You can't just drop that with no details!
I was working in the crematory, and accidentally cut myself. I was rushing to get some ashes transferred to another urn, because the family was waiting up front. Jabbed myself in the thumb with the wire cutters that we use to get the zip ties off of the bags that hold the ashes inside the urn. Cleaned it up and put a Band-Aid on it. Few days later it still hurt like crazy. I saw when I looked at it that there is a little bit of pus coming out. I squeezed it a little and a little short of bone popped out. Felt a lot better once it fell out!
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You probably feel that way because you yourself are currently cheating.
I'm not afraid of getting caught for cheating because I'm not cheating. Unless I misread that and you did something else that you're afraid of getting caught for.
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You can sleep soundly, my driving skills and reflexes will continue being unreasonably good for another 2 or 3 decades at least, and I doubt I'll still be driving myself anywhere by that point
RemindMe! 30 years
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Commonly it's thought of as between red and purple. I don't know where pink comes from.
I assume it's because of "hot pink" which now I type it sounds like a euphanism.
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Ackshually.... Tooth isn't bone
Right. They're hairy and secrete milk. So, mammal.
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Clairvoyance runs in my family. Most specifically, my sister has predicted several deaths.
Accurately?
Great cover for a murderer.
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My understanding is that this is also the case (legally) in most of the US. Pedestrians have right of way.
People sure don't drive like it though. Too many motherfuckers doing 50 down the fire lane in front of some local shops.
Even when the pedestrian has an active do-not-cross signal?
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I intentionally make up horrors and monsters to lurk in the shadows or under my bed. Sometimes when I can't fall asleep, I stare at a corner of the room, imagining some unsettling creature that could be lurking there, staring back at me (if it has eyes at all). I imagine something reaching up to grab the leg I'm stick out over the edge.
But they can't actually get me. They're created, sustained and dispelled by my will. They may stare at me, reach for me, but they're powerless. When I'm done with them, I send them back to the half-existence in the collection of ideas I built them from.
It's a cruel power fantasy, to make up monsters incapable of understanding that they're the lesser horror between us, but it's fun.
It also seems to help me sleep, but that might just be the fact that focusing my brain on one thing quiets all the background noise.
youre fucked if a tulpa materializes!
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I intentionally make up horrors and monsters to lurk in the shadows or under my bed. Sometimes when I can't fall asleep, I stare at a corner of the room, imagining some unsettling creature that could be lurking there, staring back at me (if it has eyes at all). I imagine something reaching up to grab the leg I'm stick out over the edge.
But they can't actually get me. They're created, sustained and dispelled by my will. They may stare at me, reach for me, but they're powerless. When I'm done with them, I send them back to the half-existence in the collection of ideas I built them from.
It's a cruel power fantasy, to make up monsters incapable of understanding that they're the lesser horror between us, but it's fun.
It also seems to help me sleep, but that might just be the fact that focusing my brain on one thing quiets all the background noise.
Kinda fucked up, tbh. But I’m really impressed cuz I probably wouldn’t have the guts to do this
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I can see true magenta. And it ain't pink.
How do you know?
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I was once bitten by a kissing bug.
Are you sure you weren't kissed by a biting bug? Bug mouths are usually very small!
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Do you mean 99.99% fewer humans?
I'm 99.99% human, .01% secrets.
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I have no how many people I have killed probably alot wars crazy
Bullets or bombs?
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I once walked around for two days with a piece of someone else's bone stuck in my thumb.
Now I want corndogs
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I had my mid-life crisis in my early 20's because the average lifespan in my demographic is like 52 years.
What's your demographic?
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I went for a walk on the Hudson Bay coast of far northern Ontario once when I was a teenager and we saw a polar bear. We're Indigenous and my family has connections up there so we went to visit them many times when I was growing up.
We had seen the bear a few days before from the safety of a frieghter canoe filled with a group of hunters with high powered rifles. We were in a 24 foot canoe and the bear was a huge adult that was probably about 12 to 15 feet long on four limbs and probably 20 feet standing. We looked at each other for a while and then dad and his hunter relatives fired warning shots next to the bear. The spray of firing a high powered shot in mud and clay is like a mini explosion or a land mine going off. It scared the bear enough that it started running. The land there is completely flat and featureless and the bear was gone on the horizon as a speck in a matter of minutes. We didn't want it near our camp.
My cousin and I went for a walk later, we came across the big claw marks of the adult polar bear in the mud and clay of the seashore. The marks were huge and it looked like it was made by a small backhoe or tractor. Clean cut marks from four huge claws with each limb. We were impressed and measured them with our feet and hands and head. We said to ourselves, hey this thing could tear us apart in seconds.
It was then that we realized, we about an hour long walk back to camp, we're alone and this bear could reappear at any moment and come running or even just walk fast at us from far away in a matter of minutes. All we had were shotguns to go bird hunting and we were just 16 year old kids. And we couldn't really walk fast in the muddy clay and tundra marsh where we were.
If the bear had been anywhere near us that day ... we would have been one of those little box newspapers stories of two teens that got killed by a bear in the northern wilderness.
Ooo!
Ok, this isn't nearly as unique or exciting, but the last time I went backpacking with my dad in the Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness, we were hiking around a lake and saw some really nice deer tracks in the almost muddy soil of the lake shore, like you could make nice molds out of. We go a bit further, and I'm looking at the tracks because they're so pristine, deep, and perfect, and I see a cats paw join the tracks. The paw print was bigger than my hand, and I'm a grown-ass man.
I was half worried about meeting that cat; I'm no tracker, but I suspect the tracks had been made the previous night or that morning. The other half of me was sorry for that deer.
We weren't hunting and had no guns, but I bought a Pelican case for our next trip; that was our last one together, though.
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In funeral director circles, the topic of embalming your loved ones comes up a lot. Some people want to, so they know they get the best care. Some people, like me, would rather ask an embalmer they trust to do it.
As far as embalming certification, it varies by state. Colorado is notorious for embalming not requiring licensure. Minnesota requires a 4 year degree. So it's hard to say if he was official or not.
This is in Ontario and we tend to be more strict about qualifications.
