When I was little, I asked my parents why they don't smoke and they just laughed. I didn't understand why. Because 100% of the other adults I knew were smokers.

Join some Whatsapp group that piques your interest and meet with them IRL. I wouldn't have thought that drinking beer and shooting the shit with total strangers could be so much fun, but here we are.

John Lennon at home:

Yeah, it feels quite petulant and deconstructive at times.
But a lot of what you wrote is just a feature of any small online community. Then you end up with these bitter types who, if you rubbed them slightly the wrong way, get up at 6 a.m., downvote everything you ever wrote and report as many of your contributions as they can get away with.
I mean, downvotes and upvotes could be capped at -1 and +5, respectively, like on /. which has been going strong for more than 20 years with this concept, or there could be enforcement of some sort of netiquette, but that would put additional strain on the mods.

I feel you...

🎶 I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me, I'm a real live wire 🎶

Reminds me of a dealership near me which actually had "The honest used-car salesman!" as their slogan.

In my last company, everybody could easily obtain "manager" status... because that was just the title for everyone who was salaried. Which didn't necessarily mean more money. In fact, usually not. It certainly meant more overtime... a lot more.

I noticed AMP links started popping up all over Reddit. Before Google started injecting money, posting those was discouraged. Surely it's a total coincidence.

The Crow was one of THE defining movies of the 90s. I don't think it was overhyped. In fact, it perfectly captured the spirit of that peculiar year 1994 when it looked like the 80s would shift into the next gear, with everybody wearing "Souled Out" clothes, listening to the Cult's "Witch" and either ogling or trying to imitate Fairuza Balk.
Then along came 1995, everybody went online, lipsticks turned from dark red to "flesh" and a new page, if not a new chapter in history began.

"In the corporate world, nobody has any compassion, ever." - A friend told me as I was about to take my first real job. Brutal and maybe exaggerated, but exactly what I needed to manage my own expectations.

Means... of production.