when did they change the free trial from three months to one?

When they decided FUCK YOU!!! PAY US MONEY FASTER!!!

He looks like how we all feel about the holidays.

“Look. I love you guys. You’re my family and all…but the holiday season is just the WORST! December is exausting, and this is my face after dealing with 30+ days of bullshit. But yes, it’s Christmas day. I’m happy to see you. Have some cookies. Try the cheese platter. Just know that I’ll be even happier when this is all over.”

“HOLY SHIT!!! DOGS CAN TALK NOW???”

“Woof! Woof!”

“Nice try, Mr. Ed!”

“Mr. Ed was a horse, of coarse of coarse! And don’t you think that reference will be lost on everyone under 30? Even 30-50 is iffy.”

“AH-HA! CAUGHT YOU TALKING!”

“Shit.”

YOU MUST WHIP IT!

Wasn’t Annie always singing about tomorrow?

I mean it exists…that part is true.

Might want to think twice. The liberal party (current party in power) is falling apart, and the populist conservatives are looking like they’ll win the next election with a majority unless something changes significantly.

You think that scares us??? We’re a month away from signing trump into office…again…

Look man. Of all the reasons for me to move to Canada, better youtube playback is pretty low on my list.

If anything, I would move there because of daily gun violence, an insane society here among the general public, authoritarian laws being passed in the name of freedom, life crippling medical costs, an insane political environment, police brutality, California can best be described as “on fire” most years, and corporate ownership pf our citizens among other reasons.

But…certainly not for youtube playback.

What I’m trying to say is…

PLEASE LET ME INTO CANADA!!! YOUR COUNTRY SOUNDS AMAZING, ASIDE FROM THE GEESE!!!

For thise without the F keys…

Friendly reminder. THIS is the type of bullshit the boomers grew up with, and see nothing wrong with.

But a 16 year old at Walgreens working register needing to call for a manager to sell cigerettes because she legally can’t? Well that teenager is clearly what’s wrong with society!

Meanwhile in America, in 1996 McDonalds had a regional burger that was quarter pounder meat. Meaning each patty is 1/4th a pound of meat before cooking. They put 8 of these patties and 7 middle buns, and 10 slices of cheese. They called it the “Big Mac Daddy”. My mom called it “The Big Mac McHeart Attack”

Just to be clear, even in 1996, the Big Mac, while it was bigger than it is today, it was NEVER quarter pounder meat by default. It was always the same meat the standard cheeseburger would have, with 2 patties, and 1 middle bun. This thing was huge. The local news measured it. It was 7 inches tall. I was 13 at the time, but kinda dumb. I said “Imagine putting 7 inches of meat inside you…” and my sister, who’s 11 years older than me, would not stop laughing. I didn’t know why…now I know why, and I’m cringing all these years later. It’s just as bad as when I was 7, and wouldn’t eat my brocoli. When my mom asked why, I said I didn’t like the texture burning on my tongue. She said “Brocoli isn’t spicy.” And I said “No, not spicy. It’s more like a carpet burn on your tongue”. And my mom was confused. I said “It’s like when slide really really fast over the carpet, and your belly burns because you did it too fast…well licking brocoli is like licking carpet. You get carpet burn”

And my sister would not stop laughing. Again, I didn’t know why then, but now I’m cringing so hard. I’m sure my mom nor my sister would remember those things, but I remember it was maybe a week before thanksgiving 1993, and I also remember it was Saturday morning, because X-Men was playing on tv in the background, but it was on commercial. So this must have been between 11:00-11:30 on a Saturday in November.

Back on topic, my mom refused to let me buy the Big Mac Daddy. She said “YOU’RE NOT EATING THAT MUCH FAST FOOD AT ONCE! IT’S NOT HEALTHY!!!” And, while she wasn’t wrong per se, she WAS still taking us to McDonalds…and when is that EVER healthy? So, she was right, but also…was she really the one to stand on that point?

Do they still give you a boarding pass, and a seperate piece of paper stating that you have a reservation, but does not in itself act as a reciept nor boarding pass?

Also, that example is bad to begin with, because airlines will oversell their planes ALL THE TIME. Spirit and Fronteer literally try to oversell every single plane on purpose. The idea being that they can try to convince you to get reimbursed with Fronteer bucks. A fictional currency that is only good within their company and has no outside real world value. Then they hope that you take it, and then later that currency expires. Meaning in the end you paid for an airline ticket that you never used and have no recoarse to get refunded.

Yes, but which one?

See, Jerry Seinfeld could make a whole bit out of this…

My.

Heart.

Cannot.

HANDLE.

This!!!

Cool! I had just gotten back from being in the cold for 40 minutes. 21F here. For 40 minutes. High winds. I was miserable. And then I saw that dog pic, and I was like "I’m gonna be mad if that dog is being forced to go through what I’m going through.

The fuck??? How is the human not bringing this dog IN the store??? Looks like a rockstar, with places to be, and peoples lives to brighten with his presence.

I hope this wasn’t taken in the cold part of the country…wait, this is Lemmy. This could be ANYWHERE on earth. It BETTER be warm…

Your dog fell asleep a YEAR AGO??? Uh…yeah…that’s what happened for sure…

^^^^Guys… ^^^^I ^^^^don’t ^^^^have ^^^^the ^^^^heart ^^^^to ^^^^tell ^^^^him…

Edit…Oh, I guess that doesn’t make text small on Lemmy…

Because I don’t know any fathers.

That’s not much of a prediction. I ask every woman I get to know if they regret having kids. If they could just go back, and not do it.

Some feel bad about saying yes. Some feel like they’re bad moms. Or bad people for wishing they never had kids.

Some happily say “fuck these kids! Ruined my life!”

Some think about it, and eventually say yes.

But so far, no one has said no.

And this is going back to the 90s.

This post makes me irrationally angry. I see the world as this burning wreckage of human interaction. A decaying hell where suffering is not only rampant, but also the goal of those in power.

And you can’t change it. You’re not big enough to change thousands years of oppression, slavery, classism, eliteism. You’re not big enough to rise above it. No one is. And every collective effort to bind together to change things gets squashed before it gains momentum.

A lot people are incapable of accepting the truth. A lot of people are uncomfortable hearing “you don’t matter”, then seeing the world around you, and knowing it’s true. A lot of people can’t accept that.

But I have. Decades ago. Seeing how things play out, not only for me, but also people like me. I’m nothing special. I never suggested I was. I just grew up being taught that everybody is worthy of being happy.

Then you grow up, and notice that nobody is happy. Everywhere around you is depression, anxiety, fear, and despair. It’s inside your instinct to fight the core concept of hate, and racism. To defeat not the racists, but the very foundational core concept of racism itself.

And the more you spend your teenage years trying to spread this message of love and acceptance, the more your message is defeated. Not by some elitist opposition who sabbotages your words. Rather from ears of apathy. An entire society that has collectively agreed that this is what the human experience is meant to be.

So you begin to accept the fact that you are nothing. Life is nothing. The very construct of happyness is a myth that you never have felt, and never will feel. No one has.

And just as you accept that premise for the past 2 decades…you see this image. A pure image. In that moment, the puppy is happy. The kitten is happy. Everyone observing is happy. This is what happy is. This proves the concept of happy is real.

Which then pisses me off that I live in THIS world where it’s next to impossible to find happyness!!!

GAAAHHH!!!

flips a table on the way out