Wasn’t it something like Linus really likes penguins?

Woah! Thanks for this, interesting hearing a firsthand account. Very similar to trailer park life in the US, in my experience. Public housing/the projects are also similar but I never spent much time in them, strong racial divide in most of the US between trailer parks and projects.

I’m assuming a fair amount of drugs/addiction, small scale petty crime, and domestic violence? Cookouts and parties? Is there pride in being from a commie block? Is there a culture and music? Also, while I’m blasting you with questions, any chance you know a good documentary or book/article?

Next time family movie night is my pick, I’m introducing them to this. Been forever since I watched it.

Holy shit! This appears to be real and as funny as it seems.

Bot started offering absolution and such.

The fuck is a ‘loke’?

Death by turtle stampede would be a unique way to die.

You have some strange buddies.

Hell of a thing, ain’t it? I remember the tail end of Regan as a child. I come from evangelicals, these are the sort of events I would expect them to freak out about, but instead, they’re willingly along for the ride.

I started laughing my ass off at this and then my wife wanted to see what was so funny and now I’m not allowed to do this.

Makes me sad.

The most recent research I heard was that human transmission was highly unlikely. It was kind of a big deal and happy news. The experiment involved high prion concentrations and human cells with a long exposure.

A few years ago, there was successful primate transfer, IIRC.

This is something I watch pretty closely.

Best controls are natural predators or heavy hunting to reduce population density.

What denomination, primarily, were you? Did you manage to get anyone out with you? (I was unable.)

Oh, hey. That whole mind expanding thing really isn’t a joke. I look back, sometimes, on who I used to be.

How would you compare it to venison?

Neat. I think it goes back at least to the '90s. It’s a great descriptive word. I really hope it doesn’t get picked up by the wrong sorts. They already stole my yellow snake flag.

If it goes that far, it’s probably all over the US.

As the other commenter noted, heebie jeebies. In the US South it has been rounded off to “the heebs.” No racial connotation. Similar to being spooked or apprehensive without a known danger. Slang term. Never thought about it being mistaken.

Another slang term I use that is similar and is easily mistaken is, “bad juju.” It means bad magic, bad luck, or a curse. One day, when I build my dream car, I want it on a vanity plate.

Correct. US southern English.

I call it getting the heebs. Seeing a weird turn of phrase will set it off for me. This is my first time experiencing it from a leftist slant.

Used to watch the Russians clock in and go to work on TheDonald back in the day. They were really obvious.

The AstroTurf here is pretty nice, smells so much like grass you about can’t smell the bullshit. Better than Reddit, or Digg, or Slashdot, for now.

Maybe it’s time to take a trip down the Mother Road and try Usenet for actual discussion.

Sounds like she can go teach in Europe now pretty easily. She’s got a great story. Fucking slick, if deliberate.

It kinda is the same. It’s grief. Just dredged up some shit I didn’t want to have to process, so I dumped it on y’all, in my case. Didn’t sleep a wink, but I’m feeling a little better. Can’t fuck up my schedule so I’m going to check my groundhog traps when it gets light and work on the kid’s 3D printer.

Everybody is different in processing grief. I tend to crawl off like a cat and be solitary in it in person. I text and write about it to strangers, it helps me get the poison out and doesn’t hurt anyone.

We have a little cat named Lulu. She’s a special cat, deadliest mouser, feral but loving personality. Only ever had one other like her. We plan to get a sample taken and stored, if we can afford it, we’ll get her cloned. At least that’s what we tell ourselves. Don’t want to think about that. I’ll pay cat tax but only if you ask. Can I see your Sphynx?

Also, that’s fucked up by your in-laws. You shouldn’t outsource the decision unless it’s the vet telling you. And recently after y’all had loss? Who’s the parent in this? I’m judging people I don’t know but that doesn’t sound ethical at all.