It’s a hypothetical for a reason. Internet off will prevent it. What do?

I spend time with my kids, and to a lesser extent my wife but also her, but mostly the kids. “They grow up so fast,” turns out that was true, and so in an effort to not miss it, I will sacrifice potential earnings to spend more time with them.

And if I think hard about it, the time with them has much more value than some extra money. And is it a risk? Maybe. Maybe my job disappears in 10, 5, 2 years and were fucked, but I’ll figure something out. I just know that my kids will also disappear in 10 years, and I need to make sure that I’ve maximized my time with them, and that I’ve given them the tools necessary to also “figure something out,” because life is hard and it’s always been hard, and it’s a little easier if you’ve got the ability to solve problems.

That and I don’t think too terribly hard about what I eat. I exercise every day, I get my annual physical, and so long as those two things continue, and everything is good, I’m not going to stress over portions and whatnot.

Get ass cancer, you molester!

I can destroy my own reputation just fine, I don’t need Big Data doing it for me.

But plenty of millennials did for sure. I’m 1987, was never a loler myself, but am certainly familiar enough with it.

And admittedly, I have used it. My buddy and I used to sit in his room playing red alert 2, and one of us would do something dumb and the other would type “lol,” and then look across the room with a straight face. So I always imagined someone typing lol to be doing so with a completely straight face, the complete opposite of laughing out loud.

I only recognized it because of the actual quote, I like people who weren’t captured, referencing John McCain’s time spent as a POW.

Unless you mean in a more general sense, and then yeah, nothing’s been real for a while now, we live in bizzarro world.

I consider myself fortunate to make what I make but also get to balance it by walking my kids to school in the morning, picking them up in the afternoon, making dinners, and just be around. If I wanted, I could take more high-profile work and be out of the house and make double what I make now, but the expense of not seeing my kids and not being a part of their lives is not worth it to me. When they’re teenagers and want nothing to do with me because I’m embarrassing, then we will see, but for now, I am more value to them being around.

You must gather your party before venturing forth.

Sounds realistic af.

I liked it. It’s a really good commercial. I appreciate that they put the effort into it.

I did not watch the whole video, I got the gist.

I’m from the US and I did the stroller thing often. My kids are out of strollers now, but when I go run I see dads often enough out pushing one or two kids. I take my kids to the park a lot and say hey to the other moms and dads I know. I volunteer for things at my kids school, in their classes. One time it was me and two other dads, although that does seem to lean more heavily toward moms. I think moms are still better at other peoples’ kids, at least I know that’s not a strength of mine.

I think my generation of parents, right now, is equal responsibility. I have had to correct some extended family members, when my family shows up to a gathering and we have food, they automatically assumey wife made it, and I’ll dissuade them of that notion. But that’s coming from a generation of people where that’s how it was, and I take no offense, and it also doesn’t happen anymore.

I would also not take offense to someone saying “Look at you doing dad stuff,” because hey, it’s not always easy, and encouragement is … encouraging.

God, what a great name and a great movie, thanks for bringing it to the forefront of my memory.

I’m not going to comment on the veracity of it all, other than to say that I love that Iran’s nuclear secrets are guarded by shift workers, and that nobody was on the night shift, leaving Mossad a window to get in, torch the safes, and get out, before Allied Security showed up in the morning.

I’m in my late 30s and I run all the time, I’m in great shape, but I don’t even like going out to shows that start at 11 anymore, because I want to be at home before 11, and preferably even earlier. I don’t think it’s entirely to do with taking care of yourself, older body is just old, and I just know I will feel the pain a lot more, and that the reward just isn’t what it was when the expense is high.

How old is the little dude? Mine are both not so little anymore, in public school. I feel like I didn’t truly love them until I could start talking to them. And I loved them, but when they started talking to me and I started seeing inside their heads, it really unlocked a whole next level of how much I love them. And yes, plenty of not so great stuff too, but it’s all part of the package.

Yeah, this is how I used to deal with it. You just eat that stabbing pain for a few seconds and then it’s gone.

I haven’t had this in probably 15 or more years at this point, which seems to be consistent with the syndrome itself being most common in young adults, teens, and children.

I haven’t had it in so many years, but I eventually got to the point where I’d just take a deep breath and it would seem to pop away. It would hurt, but then it would stop.

It’s more common in young adults and children, and I’m approaching middle age here unfortunately, but the upside is no more precordial catch.

Well yeah, don’t house those drugs. Stick to the ones that will melt your mind!

In the words of my good friend Timmy: What’s going to happen to you?

That stupid question resulted in some fun nights. And also some uncomfortable nights.

Guitar Pro. Ableton. Microsoft Excel.