Because the flirting is working?

Like a male bird showing off an ornate and colorful tail to attract a mate, the male nerd demonstrates his earning potential by being excessively nerdy.

People around here acting like being a nerd doesn’t attract women.

I like to listen to Christmas music in season. I don’t start until after Thanksgiving is over, and I end on midnight of Christmas day.

I listen pretty much all day everywhere. At home, at work, in the car.

People have complained.

I explain that I spend all year wanting to murder everyone around me, and listening to Christmas music reminds me of a time when I didn’t believe everyone deserved to be murdered. It’s an annual mood reset that takes me back to a child-like baseline of kumbaya bullshit where everyone can be kind and love each other.

It doesn’t always work. There have been years when the ignorance and cruelty interfere with the reset and I stop the music and embrace the hate.

Those are not good years.

Listening to a month of Christmas music seems a small price to pay.

I find myself right between “you suck because you drive a truck” and “you suck because you don’t drive a real truck”

I have a Honda Ridgeline. It’s the smallest thing I’ve driven that I am comfortable in. We also have a Honda Civic, which is fun to drive for short trips but being wedged inside it gets painful for me.

We’re probably going to get rid of the Civic. We had it mostly for the kids to drive, but they are all grown up and have their own cars now, so we can’t justify the expense of keeping it around for no one to drive (my wife doesn’t drive anymore for medical reasons).

When my previous Ridgeline was totaled (stopped for a school bus dropping off kids - the guy behind me didn’t), I ended up driving the Civic for a couple months. It was unpleasant driving in Philadelphia.

It’s nothing new. I drove a VW rabbit in Philly in the early 90’s when I was in college, and noticed how everyone just drove like you didn’t matter. When the VW was being worked on, I borrowed my dad’s suburban, and all the other drivers suddenly became polite. When everyone drives like a bully, I understand the desire to go bigger.

In my case, having my manager quit did more for my depression than any pill could do.

My wife would tell me I’m depressed, and I’d agree about that.

However, she thought I should get meds, and I thought I should only get medicated for depression if the depression was chemical.

If you’re depressed because life sucks, then you should be motivated to fix what sucks. Unfortunately, that’s not how depression works.

Luckily, life started to suck slightly less.

I’ve got snacks, soda, and pizza. I’m good.

No, this comment sounds damn AI generated!

Sacrilege!

I would think gloves would be hand socks, but then I don’t know what hand shoes would be.

http://www.sleepwithmepodcast.com/

YMMV, but it worked for me from day one. I read about it on a post on the content aggregator site which shall not be named.

I opened the link right there at work, started playing it, and thought , “t This guy is so boring I feel myself falling asleep already!”

The first night I listened, I was asleep before the intro was done, but then when the episode ended, I woke up. The next night I loaded all the episodes, but then when my alarm went off the next morning, I kept snoozing the alarm and falling asleep again. Finally, I started it with a sleep timer to stop it playing a few minutes before my alarm would go off.

I think that was about 10 years ago.

Occasionally, when life is really, really bad, I still have nights where I have trouble getting to sleep, but that’s a once or twice a year thing now. I used to get less than 4 hours of sleep every night, with about 1 night per week where I would get no sleep at all.

It isn’t for everyone.

I was pulling all-nighters well into my 40’s, but I had insomnia. It wasn’t something I wanted to do. However, I did take advantage of it for work.

I found the solution to my insomnia and never looked back. Now I fall asleep almost like a normal person.

I remember an interview with Lisa Kudrow in which she described her French boyfriend’s failure to remember the English word for toes, and said they were foot fingers.

English: if the people you’re talking to understand what you’re saying, you’re ok. Even if the people you’re talking to don’t understand what you’re saying, you’re still ok. Just be fancy with your words, and everyone will like it.

Capitalism rewards the lucky and the sociopathic.

https://aoav.org.uk/2025/shot-in-the-head-american-doctors-bear-witness-to-the-atrocities-committed-by-the-idf-against-gazas-children/

This is what finished all doubt for me:

https://aoav.org.uk/2025/shot-in-the-head-american-doctors-bear-witness-to-the-atrocities-committed-by-the-idf-against-gazas-children/

I did that, but the luxuries were things like food, clothing, healthcare, and shelter.

Agreed.

brains is probably a disqualification.

That’s what I’ve heard.

I’ve heard about these things happening before.

The cops have surveillance video of a suspect, and they feed it into a face recognition AI. The AI then searches for people who look like the suspect.

It’s not finding the suspect. It’s finding pictures of people who look like the suspect. The cops are supposed to use that to determine if anyone the AI identified possibly could be the suspect.

However, any stupid, lazy cop will pretend that is sufficient and away they go.

From what I’ve read, the face matching applications even state clearly that the match doesn’t constitute any kind of proof that the person identified is actually guilty of anything. Anyone with any brains would understand that you need to have independent verification before even considering arresting someone. Unfortunately, the government doesn’t want people with brains working as cops.

I changed jobs in late 99, so I got to go through all the Y2K bullshit in one job, then do it again in the new one.

One dude at my old job had his panties in a bunch because he said all the U.S. Navy ships were vulnerable and he said WW3 was going to start, but he was generally an idiot anyway, so that was par for the course.

In the new job I had to certify that DEC impact printers were Y2K certified. Which way basically me putting stickers on all of them saying they were certified because they weren’t smart enough to care what the date was.

My boss at the new job required us to be onsite on January 1st, which was kind of a drag, but that’s the way it goes. There was nothing for us to do. He stopped at a deli on the way in and picked up an absolutely fantastic pile of food for us, so it just became a casual brunch and we just kind of hung around eating and chatting until he was satisfied that nothing was going to go wrong.

I’d kill to know what the deli was. I was too young and stupid to save the name.