Katamari Damacy

One day you’ll cross paths with Trevor, tho’.

Ha, ha, fucking loser left paddle! Right paddle is where it’s at.

Sure, but don’t expect me to be leaving Mulgore any time soon.

I’ll watch it because I’m in the UK but I don’t really want to see the refs hand KC another win.

Go Bears! (Been supporting them since 1984 and thought I’d picked an absolute winner).

Vanilla WoW but specifically Mulgore. Such a nice place to be.

I don’t know, but people are endlessly posting about this in the context of superb owls today. I’m as clueless as you are!

The internet is bizarre. I understand, I guess, how people might mistake this for an owl:

but this looks nothing like one!

No, that would be weird. Why are you making it weird? Just feet, man, not the rest of a person, just their feet. Why are you making it weird. No legs or other squicky bits, just the feet.

Be advised that different cuisines use different chillies which hit differently.

I lived in the US for a few years and when I went out for curry, the staff would warn me that some of their curries were hot… until they realised I was a Brit at which point they were like ‘ok, enjoy’. I could out-spice all of my American spicehead friends with curries. But some of the Mexican food I tried blew my head off completely while not especially bothering my American friends. I got used to that too but it took some acclimatisation.

Feet.

Don’t know why but these comments hit hard. Showed me my privilege, I suppose. My parents were distant, emotionally absent, manipulative, and controlling. And, of course, they fucked me up*. I’ve had more than one (ex) girlfriend accuse me of being an emotional cripple. But I was never afraid of my parents physically. And now they’re both passed, so it’s up to me to try not to fuck up my kids.

This Be The Verse, Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

I’m with stoy. WTF are you all talking about?

Come and join us at !casualuk@feddit.uk!

A decent pint of bitter is hen’s teeth these days. I guess fashions change and there’s no money in old style beers

I hear that. I enjoy IPAs that aren’t too fruity or floral, but sometimes I just want a pint of bitter like my grandfather used to illegally buy me in his local when I was a teenager (“Yes, he’s nineteen, just scrawny. Sad really, he needs feeding up.”)

@Platypus@lemmings.world isn’t here to improve his life. This is at least the 10th post I’ve seen from him bemoaning his terrible life. Any advice he’s given is dismissed as being irrelevant or impossible.

I don’t know what he’s looking for but it’s not solutions.

I’m in another fediverse called Jeremy. He goes to a different school though, so you wouldn’t know him.

I’m part Scottish, part English. I speak:

English - idiomatically
French - conversationally
Italian - I just want to reply to people in French all the time
German - I can ask where the station is
Japanaese - I can say ‘I do not understand’

Giant killer banjos

A lava ghost

Monster

Some sort of ghost mantises

Week long camping trips mostly.

Otherwise, I was alive during the coal miners’ strikes in the 1970s in the UK which lead to widespread powercuts on a regular basis but I don’t remember them myself. Though I do remember that my parents always kept some candles and a couple of oil lanterns around the house.