Don’t give anyone ideas.

“Johnny Dangerously” came to mind once.

Once.

Thank you! This last one was really a leap of faith, someone I barely knew at all who needed a place to stay. We’ve all been lucky!

A few times I’ve been there for friends and helped them through rough times just by being someone to talk to.

But I also helped my best friend and roommate by paying most of the bills while he developed his IT/engineering skills. He’s got a good career now but struggled for a few years.

Then I took someone in a couple months ago and she’s staying in my attic now. That’s going well, my wife and I get along great with her. Hopefully it’ll all turn out well.

There were three women who were best friends, took their breaks together, etc. And in the Christmas season they wore matching knit sweaters and would walk down the hall side by side so it would read “Ho! Ho! Ho!”

But one day when I was leaving the break room, they approached… and one was out sick. Before I could stop myself I asked “Where’s the other Ho?”

Might’ve gotten a visit to HR from it if I hadn’t looked so shocked at myself.

I think it’s because the aroma of coffee is so important to its flavor.

My wife prefers flavored coffees and I shy away from them.

I thought I’d gotten them mixed or there was residue in my coffee maker because my coffee kept tasting sweet and I don’t add sugar or use sweeteners at all.

Across the room was a candle in a jar, lid off, unlit, hazelnut coffee scented.

ACROSS THE ROOM it was enough to make me think my coffee was actually sweet. So yeah, it’s all about the smell.

When I was in high school I was up way too late playing D&D and dreamt I was the general of an army.

In the shower I was questioning how we’d all get clean in time for school.

I will have to try and use it. I am running Curse of Strahd now so cursed money would be spectacular!

You are older than me, I suppose. I was playing it at 11 years old or so. My first CRPG, although my dad had run a D&D game for the family a few years prior so I had a reference point.

I remember my cousin telling us about the Creeping Coins and my imagination went wild, assuming you could loot them and they’d attack you later from your inventory.

Nope. Just normal randomly spawning encounter.

I did that and my wife got annoyed… then started wearing my socks. Now we buy more and just use athletic socks

She’s still got her colorful, playful ones that are a pain in the ass to match up.

Thank you, that was a long standing problem for me, and it got a lot easier to just put myself out there and see what would happen. Not just romantically but socially in general.

It served me well.

Click on all the squares that contain YOU.

While tripping on a large dose of LSD, I decided to practice with my new and incredibly sharp wood chisels on a block of pine.

Amazingly I didn’t cut myself at all.

My friend found a stop motion animated clay Don Quixote, where the clay work was rough and you could see thumbprints. It was the perfect vibe for tripping and carving, the gouges I was making in the wood looked like the clay, and bit by bit I made that block into a volcano.

In order to do that I kept twisting my right arm (I’m left handed) clockwise, and when I came down from the hallucinogens, the nerves in my arm went dead. Hand just slid off the keyboard.

It was fine twenty minutes later. And that’s my story, the best acid trip I ever had. Worked through my obsessions a bit and let go of them.

In the following weeks I asked three women out and got shot down each time instead of thinking about doing so for a month and being a creep.

I’m for 'em!

All you can reasonably do is help him get in touch with resources to help him recover.

And then, if he gets sober and starts to get his affairs in order, you can be supportive.

But his multiple severe challenges coupled with the fact that he has a family who could be supportive of him if he had been supportive of them lead me to warn you to limit your exposure here.

It’s too much and you’ll get overwhelmed, even if he’s able to cope.

But being a supportive friend, knowing he has someone in his life who hasn’t fully written him off can still be valuable.

Love that perspective.

Ah fuck.

I was playing on a MUD (early mmorpg thing by telnet) in 1994 and the creator wanted some of the core players to make characters as part of the plot. The game never went anywhere after that (it was called Kaspelheim) but the character I made was Pronell Mordini, perrin (otterlike humanoids) trademaster.

I just kept using the name online since then. It’s never taken. But someone else did get pronell@gmail.com.

I just don’t like to advertise. If I can promote a solution that doesn’t advance a particular oligarchy, that’s my preference.

But when the tool works, I admit it.

I hate to say it but Pandora has been useful here, when it actually finds similar sounding bands rather than just bands from the same era.

I found Tape Five by spinning out from Postmodern Jukebox, for one example.