This was an excellent summary of all three.

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I tripped and fell spectacularly walking in a supermarket. I was annoyed that no one helped me up or checked if I was okay (I didn’t need help but it made me think less of my fellow man) and that my partner was waiting in the car and didn’t witness it, because it was actually really funny.

I left embarrassment in my 20s. Don’t have the energy or interest in it now. And I know I’m not the main character - everyone’s living their own lives, the impact you make on strangers is minimal. At worst someone said when they got home from the shops ‘i saw this chick stack and it was kinda funny’.

Reminding yourself that no one really cares about people that don’t know is a helpful way to shut down the negative self talk.

Yeah I checked - Aussie and I don’t see it in PayPal

No particular hat obsession that I’m aware of. Think you just knew a weirdo.

All of those things can be avoided by following Australia’s public health messaging that all kids have learnt since the early 90s. It started as Slip, slop, slap.

It’s now:

• Slip (slip on a shirt i.e. Cover your skin in the sun)
• Slop (slop on sunscreen and make sure you reapply)
• Slap (slap on a hat, ideally a wide brimmed sunhat)
• Seek (seek shade - you shouldn’t spend too long in direct sun)
• Slide (slide on some sunnies - protect your eyes).

While the country does periodically catch on fire over here, I love our summers. But to enjoy them, you basically have to remember that you’re made of meat and if left under the grill in the sky, you will cook.

If you’re morbidly obese I can understand summer being very uncomfortable. But for most people, taking simple steps can make even a 40°c day comfortable.

I’ve commented the following before:

That’s the fun part of the far side.

When you don’t immediately get it you have to wonder:

1. Is it a reference to something at the time that’s not within my lifetime/country’s zeitgeist?

2. Is it a play on an idiom or common cliche?

3. Is it literally nonsense and absurdity for the sake of it?

4. Am I just a big dummy?

I think this time it’s 3.

There’s a giant being outside the window breathing at a volume that the lady believes is her husband coming down with a cold. They’re oblivious to the fact that the giant being is there. That’s the intended humour -it’s just absurd.

(It’s never 4)

I only got to institute this when I started working for myself. It took me a year or two to realise. For all clients or all agencies I sub for I have a strict no meetings before 930am rule. I haven’t told anyone why - my calendar is just blocked out so each probably individually thinks I have some recurring appointment with another client. Nup. I’m in bed drinking my coffee. I’m a shit sleeper, if I manage at all. I spent decades working to the early birds’ schedule. Fuck that.

But it is a privilege and very few can achieve that working in a company. It’s gross to suggest to people they can just do it. I know my situation is niche. To suggest otherwise is arrogant and ignorant.

Is this actually the case? Do you have a source? I’m genuinely curious, not having a go at you.

I mean maybe? But based on the very minimal information available, what it sounds like they’ve done is derive pleasure from activities that are only self serving (again, no negative sentiment intended. Life is short, do what you want) so maybe helping others is the new frontier?

Or they could be deeply depressed. Either or both is possible.

You’re… Yucky

Shit man, that’s bleak.

Were most of your pursuits for your own enjoyment? Nothing wrong with that at all. But maybe that’s the next thing- doing stuff for community/others. That seems a bottomless well of satisfaction.

I fucking love his little face and resting arms

You need to watch black adder

The book is so much better.

Playing whack a mole with my neighbours ivy. Keeps popping up on my side of the fence. Fuck whoever brought it to Australia.

Back for me because I have a pretty disgusted, annoyed resting face. If I sit too close I’m focusing too much on keeping a pleasant listening face that I don’t pay enough attention to the material and give myself a tension headache.

Oh mine got the memo. They lay peacefully, horizontally in my jaw, like little Saddam Husseins until they decided they wanted to visit other parts of my jaw and make friends along the way.

I do a fair bit of freelance and also access a lot of client networks remotely or using their hardware. I have my own licence for ms365 as well on my own hardware.

Teams just doesn’t know what the fuck it’s doing. It holds on to old accounts from years ago but doesn’t recall my own, active account. It behaves in the app sometimes but a lot of the time the browser option is the only viable way. It can’t work out that I have a webcam most of the time.

Almost all meetings I have begin with me being 2-3 minutes late and messaging them that teams is being a fuck. And they all laugh knowingly, because everyone literally expects it.

It is the buggiest most unpredictable piece of shit that I have to use almost daily, and almost exclusively with government clients who often have their own weird on prem custom version. I hate it with every atom in my body.

Sportsball is kinda a shit term - you don’t have to like sports and yes society venerates it over far more important achievements/pursuits, but it’s a bit childish to refer to it in that way.

My theory is that a lot of that kind of poor behaviour is generally from men who have grown up with the toxic masculinity traits of believing that sad is bad, angry is manly. I’ve seen people openly weep over the outcomes of a game - I think these people are feeling the same emotions but haven’t been given the societal permission to express it in its true form. So they do angry instead. It’s not acceptable at all but that’s what I think the reason is.