Outdoor hobbies. I’ve got really into foraging, which has multiple benefits, I get to be outside, I get exercise, I learn new things which stimulates my brain, and if I’m lucky I also get free food (which is usually superior in taste and nutrition to store bought). I combine it with hiking, fishing, geocaching etc and if I’m alone I sometimes listen to music on my headphones. Once you start developing outdoor hobbies it’s like you unlock an insanely intricate open world video game.

I just recently quit my job and it’s got me thinking about app development around this idea.

I just quit yesterday with nothing else lined up. Gonna take a WHOLE MONTH for healing (isn’t it ridiculous how ridiculous that feels?) and then figure out my next move. I wanna build an app or something.

^ this

Oh so he only has two billion? Well, we’re basically equals then. I wonder how he takes his avocado toast…

Incredibly pro trump to the point of starting The Donald style communities and posting old school cool style photos of the weirdo pedo.

Normally I welcome people with different opinions, but I truly believe that people still following Trump are absolutely in the wrong. He is a foul, broken, weird human, and his goals are to fuck up all of our lives (yes, yours too) so that he and a dozen others can have money and power. This is as clear, proven, and obvious as it is reading the history books about prior dictators, so I have zero sympathy or respect for seemingly intelligent people who still support him.

So uh, welcome I guess, you do you, but I don’t think we are gonna be your crowd.

I’m indifferent, especially if I get money to distract me from it.

That’s why passive was in quotes.

He’d probably have empathy pains for any future subscribers.

This is absolutely the kind of crime I want to commit when I’m 83.

I make about $1k a month absolutely, completely passively from Amazon. I’ve put in maybe 30 minutes in three years. When I tell people this, they see that passive income is real.

Then I tell them about the years before that, where I spent every second I had making shirt and book designs. I had made a single sale early on and I saw the potential, so I sunk every godforsaken hour I had to spare (I also worked full time) designing and uploading, researching, networking, and pushing. I gambled, grafted, and earned it.

It’s absolutely worth the investment, but I only know that now. Back then it was an insane gamble - hundreds of hours of proper work for ???. I stop telling people about my ‘passive’ income now because no one wants to ruin the dream of freeeee money.

We get inclement weather about once every 6 years. I’ll choose to live dangerously.

or tounge

I’m a girl, in a healthy BMI and with nice hair, pretty and freckled face, but my feet are super crappy. Like, crusty, toes bend at weird angles, hard skin in random places. Even my own husband is like “plz no, stop” if they get too near to him.

I’m now wondering if there’s a market on the other end of the scale…

Don’t meet people from online.

Look into regional burns.

I thought it was quite good once upon a time.

We were at Bonnaroo in camp, and a guy comes up and sits with us. We don’t know him and he’s a bit odd, but radical inclusion and all that, so we let him stay. We try chatting to him, but he’s real weird. Also, he’s butt ass naked. We are all like “this is odd, right” but we all don’t say it out loud. Then naked guy asks for a knife. We notice he’s pulling at his foreskin and grumbling to himself that he is ‘itchy’. We say we don’t have a knife, and he starts to get mad. He leaves camp, and then we discover he’s stolen one of our phones. He leaves a voicemail saying he’s heading to space. We get the phone back. He pisses in a chair, then we find police on horses and tell them to take him in.

Years later we hear from a friend of his that he was going through a dark time and had taken some drugs that only deepened the psychosis. He wanted to cut his dick off. It wasn’t the drugs though, he was already in that bad place. Mental health facilities are so important, and we should focus on those before blaming the straw that broke the camel’s dick.

Cat.