fr33manator

I'm in it to win it

So...overpriced joy buzzers?

You want to know how good we have it?

There was a time where cinnamon was so prized, so expensive that men would kill to get it. Wage wars and take over countries in order to secure it.

Now it's so cheap that ghetto kweenz can dump heaping spoons of it down their gullets for internet challenges.


Somewhere, the representatives of the East India Company are looking on, aghast.

I had a sky king song at one point. Let me see if I can find it

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Kings had no indoor plumbing, no air conditioning, no TV

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I wrote this back in 2022.

Kings of Old

The kings of old, in castles grand,
Would shiver in the night,
A poor man, I, in humble home,
Just flick a switch for light,
I press a little button,
And the furnace roars with heat,
I plug a warming blanket in,
That king, I’ve got him beat,

The kings of old, in grand châteaus,
A fortune spent on spice,
I buy it at the grocery store,
A pittance is the price,
For foreign fruits, their servants sent,
To distant, far off lands,
And I can get, a better spread,
Down at the produce stand,

The kings of old, in summer heat,
Would sweat incessantly,
Yet I can fill a cup with ice,
And turn on the AC,
Though little more than pauper,
I possess a wealth untold,
My luxuries they rival,
Even that, of Kings of Old

It blows my mind sometimes.

I wake up in a comfy bed, not stuffed with straw or horsehair.
And in South Louisiana, in the dead of summer, I decide that 70 degrees isn't cool enough, so I hit that button on my wall to 69 and that 5 ton Ruud comes to life to do my bidding. ($6500 well spent)
Then I walk to a magic fridge and press a button, and ICE comes out. ICE. In August. In the south.
It is a thing that should not be.
And cool, clear, clean water flows out delicious on my command.

If I so choose I could hit a button, from across the room, and a TV damn near 100" diagonal turns on, one I could lift by myself and that didn't even cost me a grand (on sale). And I type in whatever I want, and for a pittance it's instantly available to me, shooting invisibly and near instantly through satellites in space.

Much better that the 20" tube in a 300 lb wooden box showing Lawrence Welk reruns my grandfather had.

However hard the day is, however tough it may feel...appreciate it.

As for me, I wake up grateful, thankful that I get one more shot to do it right.

:cheers:

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This is very interesting. Can you expand more on this?

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Okay, let's say I don't like you. That i (hypothetically) consistently don't care for something you do, or some aspect about you.


But then, you produce/create/whatever something that I legitimately like/enjoy.

In a vacuum, I think it's great and would give it my upvote...

But then I see who made it, and even though I think it's worthy, I can't separate the art from the artist, so I must cast a downvote (or at least abstain giving my assent) because I can't admit that sometimes someone I don't care for makes something I do.


It's like the rare occasions OweO makes a salient point.

People have trouble separating art from artist.

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You DoorDash, what above the average consumer of 15 times a month, don't you?

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I Prefer to go myself, because the distances are usually close, and the fees are so damn high, and I've had so many shitty experiences. I door dash...once twice a month when work is absolutely slammed...

So a $20-30 charge on a $10-20 amount of food, I'll tip some to start, 2-3 bucks. Then if they actually bring it in a timely fashion and not all messed up, I may throw another 2-3 on it.


When I tipped the whole Amount up front it was always slow and messed up.

You could go to a titty buffet and wind up with a plate full of peckers.

Good Day To Be Bad