Is there a ren faire in your area? Maybe you could find one to work at, or like, a magic shoppe. It will be better received if there is a reason for you being in character.

Something like this? It’s the “chalk” pens that are used on restaurant chalkboards for outdoor use. Wipe off-able, but rain proof.

https://www.amazon.com/Chef-Master-Rain-Proof-Markers-Pack/dp/B001CR6V12/

Social security and education are not funded through income tax. Social security is its own withholding and schools are funded through property tax.

Pretty much just racism. Replace “colored man” with the minority of the day and there you go.

If you can convince the lowest white man he’s better than the best colored man, he won’t notice you’re picking his pocket. Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he’ll empty his pockets for you.

-Lyndon B. Johnson

In the US, it’s because it mainly goes to the bloated military budget instead of helpful social services, schools and infrastructure, and when we try to ask for those things, we are called greedy and lazy socialists.

A couple years ago I decided to get a five foot high Norfolk Island Pine to keep as a year round houseplant/all-iday tree. When I remember/have the time and energy I decorate it for random, non Christmas holidays.

I did the exact same thing, long ago. I saw it only had like 2g fiber per 4oz serving, so I drank a quart. Spent 8 hours on the toilet, my roommate was bringing me Gatorade and laughing at my tears.

You know those funny reviews of sugar free gummy bears that like, ruined people’s day/lives/grounded planes after a bag was shared among passengers and then shat their literal souls out until they begged for mercy that did not come? ( https://www.amazon.com/review/RZFIYJTPVUZ94 )

Yeah, that’s because of sorbitol, the artificial sugar/laxative that is naturally occurring in high doses in prunes.

My neighbor starts tractoring his field around 11pm. I think it’s to avoid the heat or maybe sunburn? Outside city limits there are no noise rules. Also why my other neighbor purchased a train horn, just to play with.

The Hidden Brain podcast episode, “Relationships 2.0, The power of tiny interactions” is about just that! Very good episode of a very good podcast.

Or Discworld?

Now consider the tortoise and the eagle. The tortoise is a ground-living creature. It is impossible to live nearer the ground without being under it. Its horizons are a few inches away. It has about as good a turn of speed as you need to hunt down a lettuce. It has survived while the rest of evolution flowed past it by being, on the whole, no threat to anyone and too much trouble to eat.

And then there is the eagle. A creature of the air and high places, whose horizons go all the way to the edge of the world. Eyesight keen enough to spot the rustle of some small and squeaky creature half a mile away. All power, all control. Lightning death on wings. Talons and claws enough to make a meal of anything smaller than it is and at least take a hurried snack out of anything bigger.

And yet the eagle will sit for hours on the crag and survey the kingdoms of the world until it spots a distant movement and then it will focus, focus, focus on the small shell wobbling among the bushes down there on the desert. And it will leap… And a minute later the tortoise finds the world dropping away from it. And it sees the world for the first time, no longer one inch from the ground but five hundred feet above it, and it thinks: what a great friend I have in the eagle.

And then the eagle lets go. And almost always the tortoise plunges to its death. Everyone knows why the tortoise does this. Gravity is a habit that is hard to shake off. No one knows why the eagle does this. There’s good eating on a tortoise but, considering the effort involved, there’s much better eating on practically anything else. It’s simply the delight of eagles to torment tortoises.

But of course, what the eagle does not realize is that it is participating in a very crude form of natural selection. One day a tortoise will learn how to fly.

I’m curious what is normal in the US and not achievable in Germany.

Thank you. The bird on the mug judges me. I appreciate the encouragement of strangers.

The rims of my tea mugs are flared outward and if I try to tilt it back too far or take too big a drink it pushes my bottom lip down and spills down my front. You’d think I would have adapted after ten years of owning them, or at least bought new ones, but this is a daily struggle.

This is me. I do it anyway, but I do really really hate it. If I’m sitting at a long light waiting to turn left I will turn it off, unless I am the first or last person in line. I also manually turn it off half way through the turn before the steering wheel action turns it off. It’s like someone is drumming their fingers on my skull.

But for merging, lane changing, etc., I always use it.

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Everybody associates this with the Exorcist, but I’m like:

May I invite you to !beebutts@lemmy.world ?

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Edit: Most of my contributions to !awwnverts@lemmy.world are also adorable bees:

People will think you’re Mormon