…and this is the puffy-faced fizzblood. We have learned many interesting things about Terra from these creatures. For instance, while they often cry blood, occasionally their eyes will just, you know, burst. Seems to be pretty random, we think they evolved to burst their eyes to confuse predators
SirSamuel
“It’s not as simple as that. It’s not a black and white issue. There are so many shades of gray.”
“Nope.”
“Pardon?”
“There’s no grays, only white that’s got grubby. I’m surprised you don’t know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people as things. Including yourself. That’s what sin is.”
Carpe Jugulum
I'VE NEVER BEEN VERY SURE ABOUT WHAT IS RIGHT, said Bill Door. I AM NOT SURE THERE IS SUCH A THING AS RIGHT. OR WRONG. JUST PLACES TO STAND
Reaper Man - Terry Pratchett
I actually don't agree with this sentiment, but this is now a Discworld thread, and I can't stop it
Does one loose social ties with a catapult? A trebuchet? Are social ties loosed as one would arrows from a bow? Personally I loosen my ties by pulling down on the knot, away from the neck
I thought that weather forecast was either a reminder or advice lol
I appreciate the sentiment in point two. I feel similar when others speak of suicide. In this case I think of this more as death with dignity for the terminally ill. And it's years away, so don't lose sleep over me.
Also, i don't get the pushback you've received for wishing someone will continue to live. It's a weird hill to die on (heh, puns)
Anyway, thanks for the kindness and have a good life
I'm self employed. I enjoy my work. It's very rewarding, but every time i get a little extra money sometime comes along and takes it.
I have no retirement savings. My retirement plan is to kill myself when I'm too sick to work. I've made sure my life insurance is written so that it will pay out to my wife even if I off myself.
I come from a long line of men who don't die easy. I watched my grandfather refuse food or water after being diagnosed with stage 4 bone cancer and still live for two weeks. That was after ten years of enduring strike recovery. My dad coughed up a lung from congestive heart failure for over two years before finally wasting away, looking like a pregnant Holocaust survivor. Same for several other uncles and great-uncles. I figure I've got another 25 years before I'm a liability. I'm already physically miserable. Middle age sucks. Old age sucks even harder and I'm not even there yet.
I'm gonna follow one of my great-uncles examples and go for a walk in the woods. I'll make sure whatever SARs volunteer that draws the short straw isn't too traumatized when they find me. Just another old man that chose his own time
ETA: to be clear, i don't wish to die (any more than normal lol). But I am pragmatic about the reality of old age and my likely path. Will I feel the same in 25-35 years? Maybe not. We'll see what happens. Perhaps our fortunes will change for the better, perhaps we will be able to immigrate to a nation that has better social safety nets, perhaps we die in a meteor strike in 2039
Opium Wars II, Electric Boogaloo
For me it's a toss up between Night Watch and Reaper Man. Probably NW by a Librarian's hair
How they do rise up
You haven't touched a single boat tho
What is this goddamn UP Michigander bullshit? You count to ten with a six and a four, like any civilized human
I think you were correct in your top comment
It's a joke. You don't get it.
That's okay