I played maybe five hours of 3 and maybe it was because I was older than for the previous two, but the sunny “we’re friends and everything is so positive and love and sunshine” was really really grating. It felt like it was way more excessive than the first two, but, again, could be the ages I played them at.

Otherwise it played… Okay? The Disney things were stupid. It felt pretty blah otherwise. Nothing remarkable.

The worst was probably splintering my tailbone. Apparently I have oddly dense bones, so they don’t like to full out break, but just splinter.

I was snowboarding and trying to keep up with my mom. At the very very end of the run, I snagged my back edge and got slapped so hard to the ground, I’m pretty sure I blacked out for a few seconds (wear a helmet, kids). We rode the rest of the day and I don’t remember much about it all except my butt hurt so bad. I couldn’t sit down normally for over a year. I sat on my knees or in a snow tube in the living room because I couldn’t stand to sit on the couch or in a chair at all.

A separate incident that might also tie for worst, but I think I fractured my skull when I was around 8? It could just be one of the growth plates, but I have a scar in my skin, and then a serious dent in my forehead in the skull which is attached to a long crack that goes down to my eyebrow before I’m not able to feel it anymore. We didn’t go to the hospital or anything, I just dealt with the swelling and the small split. I did dent the corner beam in our house though. Thick skull I guess?

Oh this is wonderful, thank you!

Soy un perdedor

I was young and didn’t know how to say no…

Timeshare.

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Similar to above commenter, I’m just flinging poo, but

Those who are trained in the tougher situations are, I imagine, more desensitized and therefore don’t do the egads! sort of gasp. I imagine they probably don’t necessarily need to rely on that burst of air because they’ll take a purposeful deep breath before heading into the fray.

That being said, I think professionals do still gasp. It’s probably just not something one’s brain really catches onto. But it is a startle reflex - so if a surgeon is squirted in the face with blood, if there’s a close call with a firefighter, if a cop walks up to a car and has a gun out under their chin… I imagine each of these will get a little gasp at the very least.

I don’t really listen to podcasts often, but when I do they’re usually radio play, types. So I’ll absolutely start at the beginning.

For others that have topics that are done in pieces, like for Last Podcast on the Left, I’ll just usually scroll until I find something that sounds interesting. I absolutely love their Black Plague episodes, or The Donner Party ones.

Not at all unreasonable.

If it’s within your means, could y’all take a long trip out that way? I can’t at all imagine what the draw is to rural Wyoming. It’s hot as hell and dryer than an oven in summer, and it’s insanely windy and cold in the winter. Maybe go take a week during each season and get an idea. I’m sure there are some ranchers out there that would hire a temporary farmhand as well.

Good luck.

My cuddle partner’s hair is very straight at the temples, but there are some tight curls right against the scalp in other spots. Makes me wanna learn more about curly hair

Oh absolutely.

If I’m writing, my face usually contorts to the part I’m on. If a character is sleepy, I yawn, if they’re mad, I snarl, if they’re sad, I’ll pout.

Otherwise, often my intrusive thoughts win. To be fair, my anxiety meds sometimes kick up and “activate” as my psych calls it, which makes me entirely manic and unable to hold onto that impulse control.

I think that might be part of it. For a lot of people, it was that the formula was old and tired. I know Odyssey did fairly well, but it’s still just an AC game

My dad is a master mason and can’t find anyone at all who wants to do the job. It’s hard, hard work. Unfortunately, it seems like he’s going to have to retire with no apprentices to carry on all his incredible knowledge.

My dad liked to use Weedeater as a sort of verb. To Weedeap. So he’d love to say he was going outside to weedeap the knee deep weeds.

I don’t have a link, sorry, but I know there’s a YouTube channel called “Dad, how do I…?” And it’s a lot of basic adult things. Such as change a tire, check your oil, resumes, tie a tie, things like that.

I don’t know if it’s long form, but I agree with you that videos are preferred for learning and disagree with the person saying Rule 1 for adulting is reading.

This is my best friend who I’m going to propose to soon.

Laundry has always been a struggle for me. I’m guilty of the classic laundry chair.

I got one of those shelves that have the square shelf things and several cloth drawers for them. I don’t really fold anything anymore. Socks in one cube, underwear in another, tank tops in their own, shorts in theirs, etc. I do hang my pants and long sleeve things. And I have a longer box thing for my tshirts to lay out semi flat in so they’re not getting too wrinkled.

It’s helped me a ton. Just throw everything in it’s box and tada. I like sorting things, but just hate the folding part so this has been a saver.

Thanks for moving and not shutting down.

I’m not super savvy on how this’ll shake out, but does this mean any posts users previously favorited will disappear?

When I kept having to apologize for their behavior in front of my friends.

Making breakfast! It’s 930am :)