In middle school I played the (French) horn, and one time I lost my mouthpiece right before a concert. I spent the entire thing just pretending to play my mouthpieceless instrument.
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I hope we eventually get a season 2 for Spider. It was definitely one of the more fun and interesting isekais.
You absolutely don’t have to have a concrete, well-constructed opinion on everything, or even really anything, but if you plan to spread an opinion you have about something, you should make sure it’s concrete and well-constructed first.
One of the few things I miss from Reddit were the extra small communities like the one for QC. I liked being able to chat with the 30 other people who read this comic daily.
I lived in Minneapolis during the protests, and someone did light up a gas station just a block from my house, but I wasn’t concerned - I’d already prepared to lose everything when I joined the protests. Fighting back against the government is going to take sacrifices, both from willing and unwilling participants; if we’re too afraid of stepping on people’s toes, then those in power will just use that angle to quash any up-and-coming resistances.
If protests are something people can just ignore until they’re over, then that’s what they’ll do - they need to be polarizing in order to actually get people to make a change. The enemy of positive change isn’t always negative change - it’s often an apathetic population who would rather not put forth the effort to make any change at all. If people are pressured to take a side by a sufficiently disruptive protest, they’ll usually join their fellow downtrodden, but you need to force them to make that decision.
Huh, that’s interesting. Though, how do you pick MLK specifically out of a recording of an orgy, let alone definitively enough for it to be damning to his reputation?
But they were writing the letter under the guise of just being some guy. I’d believe the government could make the public think I’m some sexual deviant, but not a random person writing a letter to me.
Is there something I’m missing, or is this letter nothing more than an old-timey version of modern internet comments and conservative “LGBTQ+ people are somehow pedophiles!” claims that are as outlandish as they are unfounded? Like, how is claiming a reverend has secret massive orgies he’s clearly not having going to get him to kill himself? He probably just read this, said “Well that’s a load of nonsense.” and threw it away without another thought.
I tried so hard as a kid to sing the entire list in one breath, but never made it…
I read this like a guy excitedly shouting out his guesses during a game of sexy charades.
It was one of the best burgers I’d ever had back in the 2000’s. Went back recently and it wasn’t bad, but was nowhere near what it used to be, for way more money.
My mom fell hard into Qanon in 2019, and it was crazy how she just flat-out stopped having any opinions of her own. We were never close, but we were at least able to have the occasional conversation before that, but now any attempt to talk to her immediately turns into her reciting something she saw on youtube. I can’t remember the last time she said anything to anyone that didn’t start with “So my videos said…”
Yeah. I don’t want a menu, I just want to walk down the street without being bothered by some restaurants’ aggressive marketing plan. I’m not upset by the person handing them out, but I’m upset by the scenario I’m now forced to be in, and react accordingly.
I have no idea why they’d react so personally when it’s obvious that people simply don’t want a menu. It’s mean to play pranks on someone just doing their job, but things like avoiding eye contact are just the socially acceptable way to avoid the awkward “Menu? No.” scenario.
This person shouldn’t be bothered at all by people ignoring them on the job.
I’m a fat guy, and at 27 I was a virgin who didn’t shave or shower as often as I should, but one day I just decided to say “fuck it” and tried to look nice. I watched some instructional videos on how to shave correctly, got a good haircut, got some decent clothes from the thrift store that fit me well enough, started showering every day, took some standard pictures of myself doing various activities I enjoyed, and joined an online dating site.
On the dating site, I spent hours reading every girls entire profile, even if I wasn’t fully attracted to some of them, just to get a sense of who they were and what they liked, and get some experience interacting with women; I sent each one a message that at least slightly referenced something from their profile. Most women never responded, and most that did stopped shortly thereafter, but after a couple weeks I was able to hold a few conversations, and schedule a few first dates. Within a few months I found a girl who responded, agreed to go on a date, and enjoyed herself enough to let me schedule a second. 6 years later, that woman is now my wife.
You can be ugly as sin and still improve yourself to an acceptable level in just a couple weeks if you really try. My face, chest, and back are still covered in pock marks from the terrible acne I had throughout my teens and twenties - it started clearing up when I started showering regularly, but the scars are permanent - but my wife loves me anyway. Every year or 2 I have to go up a pants size because I’m still unable to get my eating habits under control, but my wife loves me anyway. Hell, my dick’s not very big and I mostly have to use other methods to get her off, but she appreciates the effort, and yes, she loves me anyway.
You might hate yourself - I know I did - but that doesn’t mean nobody can love you. Even if you have no confidence, just go through the motions. Do what you think normal people do, and adjust as necessary if you come off as creepy at first. Make an effort and you’ll see results over time, I promise. That one day when I said “fuck it” was the most pivotal day of my life.
Yeah, it’s mostly a slice of life comic now, with a small zinger at the end of every page. Still a nice read, imo.
I think my teacher knew not to do a song with a horn solo; none of us actually bothered to learn the notes to the songs. The concert probably sounded marginally better without me.