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Cake day: July 2nd, 2023

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  • Might not be selfless as such, and I’m not in any position to speak for women in general, but when that biological drive kicks in, it can do so pretty damn hard.

    That’s still satisfying your own need, but perhaps more subconsciously so than people having children without thought or care.

    Me and my wife agreed on not having children when we were young, but we’ve never regretted the son we got after a pretty radical twist in our mid 20’s. I could go on, but it’s complicated.

    In today’s world, if I were young again, I’d never even give it serious thought, though. Different times, although it doesn’t feel that long ago.






  • That’s not completely true. I’ve had a fling with Vivaldi for a long time, but only for casual browsing on bookmarked sites I visit regularly (think forums, etc), but for anything serious, it’s obviously Firefox only.

    I always liked Vivaldi a lot, but I guess it’s about breakup time. It’s a damn fucking shame.

    You’d be hard pressed to find someone who thinks I’m not a “techy” person either, considering I’ve been building machines since the early pentium era.

    For posterity, I can mention that Opera and then Vivaldi were the first two “not IE” browsers I ever switched to for myself. Got in some trouble as my parents thought that “I had deleted the Internet” (their exact words…).

    Those were the days, heh.





  • I’ve lost four friends to this war so far. Two were actively fighting in the volunteer forces and hence knew what they signed up for. The other two very much didn’t.

    While the third was a random drone into his apartment, what the russians did to the fourth one I can’t consider human by any standards whatsoever.

    I also indirectly lost my father to this shit. He married a Russian a few years before the war and suddenly started saying the very same things you were writing here. She’s from northern Russia but still supports the war and Putin to this day.

    There’s more, a lot more, but I don’t particularly feel like writing more since it gets very personal. Just wanted to give some perspective.




  • It’s a Finnish baby, knives are mandatory.

    Jokes aside, I’m a Swedish speaking Finn who happened to move to Sweden for the last year of school and my teacher made a point of reminding me it’s not okay to wear a knife to school.

    She made quite the face when my mother told her we stopped that particular tradition about a century ago.

    But still, it’s something of a national joke, lol.




  • The problem with that is there are doctors with individual opinions gatekeeping that welfare. One might think you’re disabled, while another might think you can get better. I’ve been stuck in just that kind of limbo for almost a decade. I’m required to look for a job each month that everyone involved knows I could never do, and so I have to live on the bare minimum until I reach some arbitrary threshold to get the pension I should’ve gotten a long time ago.

    Meanwhile my family suffers, I have to spend what little I get on the medicine keeping me breathing and when I finally get it I’ll be too far gone to have any time left.

    All this because I happened to get a disease rare enough that there are no experts and it just so happens to interact with the asthma I already had in unpredictable ways.

    So tell me, who should decide who’s disabled and who isn’t?


  • When I was young I lived in a commune of sorts, with artists and hippies* and what not. Every few weeks a couple of us did just that, because why wouldn’t we?

    Also later when I worked in a group home for elderly autistic people in all shapes and sizes that experience came in handy as I was used to the smell. Usually I ended up doing the shittiest (harhar) cleaning duties and it never really bothered me even though we were supposed to rotate. One of the nurses with over a decade of experience refused to even enter a room while I was emptying the stomach contents of one particularly tricky patient (he essentially had plugs straight into his stomach for both in and output, they definitely generated some interesting smells).

    Sure, I got paid for the latter half, but I still did that stuff daily for years.

    Later when I became a father there was absolutely nothing that could faze me anymore. Sort of glad I got to experience all that, weirdly enough. I even miss that job sometimes, felt like I at least did something meaningful.