Methamphetamine and cocaine in order to get nice and focused. Diet coke to keep a clean palate and provide a refresher as needed, but when the focus dies down, more meth and coke until I feel like my head is going to literally explode. While this is going on, I’m listening to Babymetal, Electric Callboy and any other party metal that gets my juices really flowing. I am relaxing, but I might clean the house also, sometimes Jesus just calls me. Eventually, it feels like I’m going to actually physically die so I decide the up cycle is over and I need to come nice and down. I take two hits of molly (which will be just fabulous in 20 minutes or so) but in the meantime, I need to take the edge off immediately, so I shoot two (fat) shots of Woodford Reserve Bourbon (typically Distiller’s Select, but I’ll slum on the basic stuff any day). This is the part where Pink Floyd is queued up. Typically Dark Side of the Moon, but also A Momentary Lapse of Reason, because the tears of Roger Waters fans serve to sustain me in these moments. I might also queue up some Dream Academy just to drive my love of David Gilmour home. The Molly kicks in, and I’ll almost always decide it’s time for a fruit and cheese board, grapes and brie, mixed nuts, apple slices and a really dry Manchego. Two more shots of Woodford and we’re just starting to get comfortable. Heroin is hard(er) to come by - but if I have it, it’s time to shoot it up. 10mg in .5ml suspension will be more than enough to complement the Woodford. If not, Fentanyl it is: I spin the wheel of fortune on the Mexican Percocet. Holy shit, I’m really feeling the groove now. This is where my love of 80s pop ballads kicks in. Stalwart standards like Duran Duran, Thompson Twins and Howard Jones pastiched with glam favorites like Poison, Motley Crue and Ozzy Osborne (God rest his soul). At this point I’m beginning to lose my ability to do remain conscious, and a nice glass of Merlot is absolutely necessary. The night must end with Enigma - anything off of Cross of Changes will do. If I remember anything in the morning, then I didn’t do it right and I need to start over.

What dipshit point is this supposed to be making anyway?

This is what Vegas looked like 6 years ago, when I decided I would never go again, at least not to the strip. Wall-to-wall fucking people on every square inch. You used to get comped things to encourage you to gamble. Those days are past. Now, you can’t even park in the hotel garage at the hotel you are staying at without paying extra.

It is so tedious to listen to complaints about the “worst ever” anything when it represents a 4% fluctuation in a trend that has positively RUINED Vegas as a destination due to constant double-digit year-over-year gains.

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I don’t particularly care for these two items. I used to think user-curation was a good thing, but comparing Lemmy to Reddit, I have to say I no longer feel that way. Voting matters less on Lemmy and I think it’s better for it, all things considered.

Because it’s about to affect big money so they sic their bots on it to shape public opinion and stomp it, like everything else.

feels a lot like early Reddit. Just need more active users.

Which will, ironically, ruin it.

And here I am, I don’t really like pop and I don’t really like metal but put them together and I’m in heaven.

And yet, what you wrote is coherent and what he wrote is not.

But of all the drugs I’ve ever done, nicotine is the only one where I still want it.

Yeah, you smell that secondhand smoke and no matter how many years it’s been, it’s got that magnetic appeal, like the smell of a nicely seared steak.

They’ve had a hardon for public broadcasting for thirty years, which is why NPR and PBS have been preparing for this and why their funding largely doesn’t come from the feds anymore. It’s a hollow victory, it’s just depressing because anymore, it seems the right gets everything they want. They get it all. All of it. And we get nothing.

I wonder why we aren’t getting the typical bullshit fluff piece this time.

Showerthought: mf is mezzo-forte. ff shouldn’t be fortissimo, it should be fezzo-forte.

Somebody in another thread took an interesting guess. It’s the kind of phrase you’ll find in legal demand letters and lawsuit notices and Christ knows he’s seen plenty of those. The phrase him feel weak so he uses it now because he wants to make others feel weak.

Damned if that doesn’t seem like a legit take to me.

I don’t think you actually read what I wrote.

I feel like everybody is going to regret all this gloating when they release the list and it contains only Bill Clinton, George Soros, Obama, AOC, Mamdani, etc along with every lefty influencer and anyone who made a comment on reddit in support of Luigi Mangione. Some of the people on the list won’t even have been born when Epstein Island was in full swing, but it won’t matter, MAGA will swallow it whole and demand executions because of course they will.

Ah yes, dihydrogen monoxide

If people are really dumb enough to eat this up, we’re fucked.

I’ve got some really bad news for you.

It costs nothing to shut the fuck up.

Trump is an asset too, or he has been historically. It makes me wonder what’s changed that Putin’s lesser proxies are having to go against the god-king. I seriously don’t know what’s up or down anymore.

Edit: I feel like this is all being wound up on purpose. I don’t know what the endgame is. None of it makes any fucking sense.

There are almost zero walkable places in Florida. They don’t believe in sidewalks by and large. You will only find sidewalks at city centers, if I had to guess I’d say easily less than 10% of areas where you would expect there to be sidewalks actually have any. Just google “typical florida residential area” and look at images, here’s one of the first I came upon: there’s driveways and road, that’s it. Of course, there’s nothing within walking distance anyway - but they really embrace it in Florida.