hazl

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[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 2 points 2 days ago (1 children)

I don't read their comment as critical of Australia. It's just that if you're establishing a scale of gun reform, Australia is at the extreme end. In the US, full Australia isn't a realistic goal.

[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 4 points 2 days ago (1 children)

Vaya con huevos, amigos. I might not watch the movie, but I'll probably start quoting it regardless.

[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 2 points 2 days ago (2 children)

Lighten up

Okay is that a joke about my weight? I'm so fucking done.

[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 17 points 2 days ago (4 children)

Using "eggs" as the punchline to anything is a cheap way to make me smile. I can't deny it.

[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 12 points 2 days ago (7 children)

Pretty weird of you to not pass unsolicited judgement on the physical attractiveness of strangers. Do you ever worry that this sort of antisocial behaviour will see you ostracised from society?

[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 0 points 2 days ago

Is tea drinking a big enough deal to have its own slang?

[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 14 points 2 days ago* (last edited 2 days ago)

Better to be a stupid removed than a dumb removed. I think we all know the difference.

Edit because I just caught myself being a dumb removed and this is such a great example: I just did a bit of light plumbing that I've been putting off, and really hurt myself in the process. I used my fingers, with my stupidly long nails, to slide a seal over a pipe, and painfully separated those nails from those fingers in the process. I actually predicted that this would happen. It's the reason I've been putting it off. I'm a stupid removed for injuring myself in this predictable way, but I'm a dumb removed for my conviction that it's really the seal that's at fault here.

[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 4 points 2 days ago

Not sure whether it changes anything for you, but I think they're proposing that each dollar past the 3 million be taxed at 95%. Both the 3 and the 95 being spitball numbers, of course. I'm not confident that 3 million will be worth much at all in 40 years anyway.

[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 29 points 2 days ago (2 children)

Charlie's still using that gamer version of Opera though. With the fake key stroke sounds enabled.

[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 9 points 2 days ago

AND THE BEST PART IS THAT YOU STILL CAN RESTART IT IF YOU WANT TO! WELCOME TO THE FUTURE, LUCY!

[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 24 points 2 days ago (1 children)

Was there even an article to go with this headline, or do we just publish any off–hand remarks made by rich tech dudes now?

[–] hazl@lemmy.blahaj.zone 2 points 3 days ago (1 children)

Ahh, thank you! So the truth is that she has webbed feet, which seems weird enough on its own that we don't really need the 3 toe rumor.

 

HRT day 17.

I always wanted to be more social. I cared about people, wanted to know them more deeply, and wanted them to know me. I just never enjoyed the experience because I felt that the time people spent on me was an arduous act of charity that they endured for my sake, out of politeness and perhaps pity. I therefore kept to myself, unintentionally presented a pretty hard exterior that made me seem abrasive and antisocial, and spent nights wishing I could be closer to people around me. I was ashamed of who I was, and ultimately faded out of the lives of everyone I met sooner or later, once I felt I'd revealed too much of myself to put them through any more. It was lonely, and worst of all, many of these people continued trying to reach out while I sequestered myself and waited for the guilt to subside.

Short of growing breasts and marked shifts in fat distribution that I likely won't see for many months, I can never be sure what's an estrogen thing, what's a placebo thing, and what's just a good mood, but the last few days have been an unprecedented shift in my overall outlook. I talk honestly with people. I opened up to my mother about deeply personal things that I've kept guarded for decades. I message people just to ask if they're doing okay and if they want to catch up over coffee some time, and without even cringing at myself for doing so.

Today I've been thinking a lot about how remarkable it is to simply feel like I'm allowed to exist in the world, and allowed to be part of other people's lives. This isn't me. Except it is, and I hope it stays this way forever.

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