“Hey Al, they’re remastering our series.” “WHAT?”

These folks are doing fantastic work. If you’re a Canuck, find the Reboot Rewind folks on your social media of choice, they’re going around doing screenings of their doc (and some of the D1 footage I think) in Canadian cities.

This is close enough. Thank you!

I would pay good money for an alternate dub track of KOTH by a voiceover cast with strong Japanese accents, reading Japanglish approximations of the original script with same inflections they’d use if it was a standard anime.

Boomhauer alone would be a fucking blast.

1. Pull down the packaging to expose the seal.
2. If there’s a little ‘extra’ plastic bit attached to the ziplock, pull this and the other side. Using your thumbnail to loosen the seal while doing this can help.
3. Take a big whiff from the bag, then put your weed in a mason jar with a moisture pak like a decent human being.
4. Save the bag and bring it back to the dispo if they take empty packaging. It’s probably still going into a landfill, but at least you can say you tried.

Alternatively, grab a knife or some scissors and skip to step 3.

Am middle-aged(ish) nerd, can confirm this would work.

Most settings, the key is paying attention to indicators of interest/disinterest. If someone isn’t engaging with you beyond grunts, looks visibly uncomfortable, etc. that’s your cue to gracefully exit.

This is the hard part for a lot of people, properly gauging interest after initiation and knowing when to move on. If it’s not intuitive, unfortunately there’s not much else you can do to improve this other than practice.

Sometimes you can find more casual philosophy-focused discussion/reading groups too - I know a few have a presence on Meetup in my area. They meet at a pub or something and discuss a particular topic for the evening.

-Neutral name (sorry SJW)

Boo this person! (I kid, don’t boo them, they’re doing good work and I understand if not everyone wants to be a sh.it.head)

Fantastic trick for getting young kids to sleep - at least, until they get freaked out that someone has the power to induce sleep and fight the technique. Which, in hindsight, fair I guess.

Tried passing on the trick from a self-hypnosis perspective after that point but it just didn’t take. Interesting stuff though - makes me wonder if I should look into hypnosis from a hobbyist perspective again.

Edit: Of course, there was also the time I did it with my then girlfriend to induce an a super vivid but otherwise undefined imaginary scene, and butted right against some repressed trauma I was not equipped to handle, aside from lots of hugs and "You’re ok"s. Soooo… this is what I get for hypnotizing people armed only with the experience of being hypnotized once, a self-hypnosis book I played around with as a teen, and a pretty detailed scene from an underground fiction novel, I suppose.

I am equally, if not more embarrassed to say this is an excellent idea and I need to steal it.

Eh, the hype around it maybe, but it can be a useful/unique experience for some - at least if you’re not the type where it’d be acutely painful, in which case do whatever gets you through the flight/whatever.

Think about modern life - how often do you find yourself in a position where there are no acute demands, no expectations for how you need to spend your time, and you can just sit with your thoughts for a few hours? Unless you consciously carve out some time for that, IMO it’s pretty rare. Multihour travel as a flight/train/bus passenger affords that time with no special effort.

I like at least attempting it for a chunk of the trip, if not the whole time - imagination starts running wild in cool ways, which otherwise doesn’t happen as often as I’d like it to. Though in fairness, if it’s a plane the cabin noise usually puts me to sleep during the attempt.

I’ll put it this way - if you’re the kind of person that finds the idea of isolation tanks appealing, depending on why you may enjoy raw-dogging flights or other passenger travel. 100% not for everyone though, and that’s fine - different strokes and all that.

All hot until bored, then all new until horrified.

Then you got neat little fifedoms too, like Irvingland - whoops, I mean New Brunswick.

Atlas Shrugged.

There are very few books that have left me with a “This is the face of evil” impression. I tried to give it a fair shake, but this one did, alongside the fact that it devolves into stimulant-addled ranting.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not inherently opposed to stimulant-addled ranting - I like On the Road, for instance - but it just left an awful taste in my mouth.

On the other hand, I enjoyed the Fountainhead, but I was young, usually stoned, and took away an ‘integrity of artistic vision’ interpretation that resonated. I do not know if this would survive a re-read.

My main counterpoint is for those of us who’ve acquired the taste, the rituals around beer (out at a nice place, away from your home/office, listening to decent tunes and drinking something cold, foamy, and a little bitter) are such that you can get that loose and relaxed feeling without the alcohol.

I’m not the biggest fan of getting drunk anymore, so I find myself grabbing a non-alc beer pretty frequently these days. Sometimes just that, other times once I’ve already had two normal beers but want another drink.

I could grab a soda, but I don’t like how sweet it is most of the time.

The ol’ soften with saliva then craunch.

Do I fear for the day I craunch and a tooth crumbles? Perhaps. But today is not that day.

Assuming you are in a position to do so safely (given the mental illness stuff), stop smoking/vaping/eating weed for 3 to 6 months and I can almost guarantee your tolerance will reset.

The only thing that’s weird to me about this is, why divorce in that case? There’s no law that says you need to live in the same domicile as your spouse. Could’ve lived separately and kept stuff like shared insurance benefits and whatnot.

It’s rare, granted, but it is a thing. Unless they wanted to separate their financial lives entirely and keep getting down, I guess.

Be there this weekend.

If you feel strongly enough about this - or anything, really - trust your instinct and give yourself permission to act without asking it of strangers. Said sympathetically, I’m not immune to this phenomenon either.