"Mitzvahs. You don't know what this means, but you did one by helping me, today. Be helpful. Maybe there's a little earthly treat for you; maybe there's not. If you want to live a happy life though, give yourself. Just give yourself."
Very different than the Evangelical church I was brought up in.
Posts by Templeton Peck
And if that can't or won't? You did a good thing. A mitzvah.
I'm not particularly religious and not at all Jewish, but I got roped in to cleaning out a Rabbi's yard by my landlord, once.
He offered to pay me and instead, I asked him, "how can I be a good person?"
"Love" isn't a zero-sum game.
Give ti freely and often. Don't just have friends; love them. Even if it's awkward.
Tell them, "hell yeah" when they do something cool. Listen when they've got something to tell you. Lift them up higher than yourself. They will return it in kind 1000%.
Someone who is the perfect fit will find their way to you. Maybe not at first, but second or third.
I mean... if you don't have a pair of sexy-jammies...
This is pansexual-me (for anyone new here) talking: a truly "Neutral" character ought to slip and slide between all of the alignments; not for "neutralities' sake" but because they want to based on the situation.
My personal thing: I've always hated the "True Neutral" alignment for DnD. The description, I've always felt, had it wrong. From the beginning. A "true neutral" character, I feel should move throughout the alignments, without settling on one. Not be constrained on centering it on "not taking a side.
I'm just happy that the doomposters have seemed to go to bed; and the "fun" posters who are vibrant, ecstatic people finally have some room to spill their joy upon the Skyline.
This is the shit that I stay up for.
Yes, tell me about the things you love to do.
Yeah, I dealt with guys like that, but they've got a weakness and it's the information of how things are going. Wither that and choke them off from the accomplishments that they can take credit for and they retire as bitter O5s.
Studebaker Wagonaire.
Do you want a station-wagon? Yes.
Do you want a convertible? Also, yes.
What if we made a station-wagon, a convertible?
Every goddamt time...
I guess that it sort of depends on which archetype that you find more abhorrent.
I know that I could have bullied Bradley before he made full-bird, which makes him more pathetic, to me.
With MacArthur, it would have been slipping him a banana-peel and watching him slip before he did.
Anytime I see some who's been off this hellsite for a couple of weeks and has found some sanity, but has decided to wade back into the trenches.
It's a super-tough call. That's why I asked it.
They were preeminent douchebags in their own ways.
So long as you stay away from the "attack helicopter" trope. That shit was lame from the beginning.
I knew it was a tough one, that's why I asked!
Here's some footage of Blackhawks doing "pinnacle" training in Miami on the BofA tower in 2011.
For the Army, it's really not their gig, normally.
I can't tell you that these were the Blackhawks used in the Bin-Laden Raid a couple of weeks later. ๐ซก
Who was a more self-serving dickbag: MacArthur or Bradley?
Different contexts and circumstances, so answer thoughtfully.
Helicopter guy here: Yeah, they were doing a "pinnacle- landing" for training.
Not a lot of places around CNY to do that, so when you see a flight to Upstate Medical, they're completeing minimums for semi-annual training to stay qualified.
Jenna still has some cool atomic glass and other curios for sale, as well as a large selection of shoes, boots, and kinky outfits (if you're so sized) for sale.
If you don't follow her, the stuff that she finds is really cool.
And... hot girl on your Skyline instead of rancid, political stuff.๐
If you can make my prospers live long; it's a deal.
"After years of pumping, John Bolton's penis finally touched the sides of the Cheerio, unaided, and he died of a heart attack tonight. He was 42, but looked 143. Sports at 9:30."
My no-joke opinion: Only if it becomes an impediment to other things that you want to do.
You can have a little or a lot, but if it impedes on the things you want to do, that's when it's time to go. At least that's what I tell myself.
Man, I really wish that LinkedIn messages were dated by year because I just talked with a buddy of mine (that I haven't spoken to in about 4 years) and dropped on her that I went to rehab a couple of years ago, and she was like, "whaaaaaaa?"
I may have to add being bipolar/manic-depressive to my list of superpowers for the electrical trades.
Ol' Lady Peck is working from home tomorrow, so I'm going to spend several hours at the [stores] where I can hang out with the dickgirls and femboys.
I dug one hole this week and I will not dig another or do any other chores.
Much like when my grandfather was drooling and shitting his pants and people in my family were still afraid of the person that he was. Like, no. He's a weak old man who is on the ride to meet Death. You don't have to be afraid of him smacking you anymore.