I got rawdogged so hard that I’m unemployed now. Went from an utterly crushing pace and workload to nothing. I mean I like not having to work right now, but once the megar severance I got runs out,I will enjoy it a lot less.

Pe is worse than Satan.

Glad its not just me. I do love the snugs but I get hot. Nobody wants sweaty snugs.

Also, the 3.5mm audio port on your phone has another reason to exist.

Your music is digital until something converts into an analog waveform that your headphones or speakers can use. That thing is the digital to analog converter aka a DAC.

The quality of the DAC directly effects the quality of the audio. The cheap dongle you buy on amazon for a few bucks is the cheapest pos that exists. Most phones with a 3.5 output will produce better sound because the manufacturer can elect to put a better DAC in the phone hardware. In fact, a high quality DAC built into the phone would be a nice selling point for audiophiles or a nice upgrade for those who might otherwise choose to buy an external dac–now they dont have to.

I grew up in a nowhere place. It sucked as a kid too.

Cooking dinner and forgot an ingredient? You’re not getting it, hope dinner doesn’t suck.

Nobody comes to visit because there is nothing to do. Hope you like silence, you will be getting a lot of it.

Well water was nasty. I’m sure quality can vary, but unless you want to spend lot on filtration systems, hope you like it as it is. Ours tasted like sulphur.

When you live in the city, power outages are resolved quickly. No so in the middle of nowhere. We used to go days at time with no power. Remember, your well pump needs electricity now, so no water either. Same for your furnace.

Winter was ass, plows didnt come for several days after a good snow. Hope you’re a good driver because if you ditch it, you’re going to be waiting a good while for a wrecker to come pull you out.

How long is it to a good hospital? Can you survive 2x that time as an ambulance will have to come get you and then drive back. Hope you never have a medical emergency.

No pizza delivery. No nothing delivery. You want something, get in the car and enjoy spending at least an hour getting the thing. That is if the place nearby has it (they dont).

I will NEVER live out there again. I’m sure some people like it, but the balance falls way too hard on the “everything is slow and needlessly difficult” side.

Sorry but your husband is wanting to live out some Harrison Ford style fantasy. Tell him to rent a place for a few months out there and let him try it. Preferably in the winter.

I am 99% certain that our house is the only one in the neighborhood that doesn’t use chemlawn. Springtime is dandelion season and its great. Now the clover is in full effect. I love that the bees and bunnies are going to chow town. Gonna hit the back yard next spring with the microclover. I’d love to get the point of a monthly mow. I hate grass and mowers. If I could let it go full meadow I totally would. Mainly because I know it pisses off all the old buzzards who have nothing to do beyond sweep their driveway 3 times a day.

Balance requires the desire to achieve it. Keep trying, you’ll get there.

I’m old and I think they’re fucking hilarious. I think what you’re missing is the “be a moron” part.

Beans

The hell with raw doggin life.

I think of it like sunlight. In videos from space, you can see the sun without the filter of our atmosphere. It is the harshest evil white burning light you can imagine. However, because of our delightful atmosphere, we get golden hour evenings, pink sunsets, warm mornings.

Life without pills is like sunlight without atmosphere.

That, also cat and dog. I am the feeder, brusher, vet-taker. Mr. Meowmeow and Ms. Fluffy would be very sad. That won’t do at all.

Good to see @SatansMaggotyCumFart@lemmy.world is here to offer sage advice.

Press and hold two buttons in each corner. If those don’t work, try the other two. Keep iterating through pressing and holding one button on either side of the screen. Eventually, you will open a diagnostic menu. You can’t do anything here without a passcode, but it will stop the ad.

I’ve only come across a few pumps where I could not figure out the combo before I finished pumping.

I had one of those too. Every so often, bad baby would scoot off the mat it 3am. Nothing like the absolute fucking panic of hearing that alarm going off when you’re dead asleep and now halfway to juniors room before you wake up only to find he scooted off the mat. AGAIN.

I don’t miss the pure anxiety of being a new parent. I had forgotten about that thing and I’m so glad it is a faded memory.