That’s why I don’t have a tank.
But it’s not an off comparison, you can get up to 20-30 common variety isopods for $10-15 US. When you’re looking at setting up a stable breeding population for a fairly self-sufficient terrarium, that’s going to get expensive with Rubber Duckies.
For anyone looking to get some:
Just one costs upwards of 30 dollars, US. They’re supposedly difficult to breed in captivity, and take 6 months to mature. Adorable, but that is an expensive isobuddy.
I’m trying to get my own hands on it, but all of her cookbooks are in boxes that currently reside with my grandfather’s new wife, who has made it her mission to piss on everything of his old life, even his family.
Funnily enough, the men in my family are the cooks, normally!
My step-grandmother, though… She knew how to bake. It didn’t matter what she decided to make, it would turn out delicious. She refined a Black Forest cake recipe from scratch, I’ve never had another one like it. The moistness of the cake, icing just rich enough to make a statement, cherries that were the perfect ripeness.
She ruined that cake for me. I know a part of it is the memories, all the time wrapped around when she would bake that, but if I had one wish, it would be to have one more slice.
No, it’s from Mac and Me.
Well, do we have some good news for you about what’s currently in your body…
A gentle sonic agitator.
I wish I did! There’s a photo album, somewhere, that has some pictures from back then, but I have no clue which relative most likely has those.
Not really “rare”, outside of it’s niche, but definitely unusual!
I owned a 1969 Volkswagen Beetle, with an electromagnetic clutch. Instead of a clutch pedal, you pressed down on the stick and shifted it up/down, releasing once in position.
Not many vehicles used that particular style of clutch, and that was one of the last years VW built a model with one, as far as I’m aware. Miss that little car.
They might not be the fastest or prettiest, but old Volkswagens were reliable and stupid simple. Still hope to one day get my hands on an old Microbus and a Karmann Ghia.
If you’re exploring the green tea world, I highly recommend mint green tea. Exactly what it sounds like. I find it quite refreshing, especially after a hot day. The mint adds a nice coolness.
I’m just happy to see Emil finally grow up.
He went through a lot to become a planet. I’m certain Kaine would be proud.
As someone who’s been in a position like your friend, you did more than you realize. Sometimes we need someone to help us open that door, and help push us through.
It’s hard to tell yourself you’re okay, that you can make it through, because you’re dealing with those feelings directly, all of their intensity, it can feel like a constant battle with yourself. When there’s someone else, though, someone who sees all this and still makes you feel normal, it gives you ground.
A small moment of making someone feel genuinely valued, be it as a friend, a partner, or just another valid existence in this world, can be a bigger help than some people know.
I was there for my grandmother’s last breath. It kinda fucked me up at the funeral, the stark contrast between the last moment and then.
Throw a sharp stick at it until it dies or goes away? Of course, why didn’t I think of that!
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Aren’t there external Workshop downloaders floating around, or has Valve closed that gap?
Just a generally overwhelming day. Got slammed at the end of my shift, had to work over handling customers on top of the absolute mess my coworkers had left me, traffic was an absolute hellhole turning a 15-minute commute into 45, and when I got in, the air conditioner, at some point, had a malfunction so on a nearly 90 degree fahrenheit day, my house was almost boiling on the inside.
Was kinda the last straw, and I was rushing to get my pills.
Yeah, but it took me years to realize it. I used to be a part of a FFXIV LGBT+ focused Facebook group, and there was one woman there who was the start of breaking down some brick walls in myself. Just listening to her talk about her journey through transitioning opened my eyes to some negative feelings I was carrying, and later on in my life, where those feelings really stemmed from.
I wish I had said “no” when she asked me if I was so sure about myself. I feel like I missed a wide open door I should’ve jumped through, instead of stumbling through it already half-broken 10 years down the line.
This is probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever written, it’s an impossibly small chance, but if you’re out there, I miss the fuck outta you, you pole-smoking thundercunt. I wish I realized what a friend I had before I chose to walk away.
A general lack of control, but mainly manifested in not being able to stop doing something. Mainly walking, it’s like things can be peaceful, but the moment I try to stop, take a look at something, there’s an overwhelming feeling of I can’t, I’m not allowed to, I’m moving for a reason and if I stop now, I’ll never start again, they(whatever it is) won’t let me.
Or sometimes it’s coming out of hiding. I’ve had a few where it’s like a horror movie, there’s party music somewhere above me, but I’m hiding in something, and I know there’s something just wrong, but if I try to leave wherever I’m at, I can’t. Like my body in the dream locks up, refuses to let me step out and face it. It makes it feel so much worse, like I’m locked in by my own self.
Not just good enough, they fit their niche almost perfectly.
Die often? Large passals that reach maturity relatively quickly. Have to risk ingesting potent toxins? Remember what almost killed you just long enough to get away from wherever it was(roughly 2 weeks). Not built for fighting? Fake your death so convincingly, vultures don’t want to be near you. Nutrition might be scarce? Gather your feces, it will see you through.
Hell, even the fact that the Virginia Opossum can’t adapt well to extreme heat or cold is a benefit to them, the resources they’re driven to(such as actively running water, dense undergrowth for cover and foraging, and trees that can support their weight) can be scarce.