[-] [email protected] 2 points 4 days ago

Yeah that's what the dude said when he was showing us around, blew my preteen brain.

I recently watched an episode of Hamiltons Pharmacopoeia where this lady was talking about her experience living with the guy that made all the LSD for the south of Britain back in the day. She fell in love with a pigeon.

Anyway this dude was well into trepanning, thought it was a way to increase the brain capacity and expand the mind.

She ended up trepanning herself on film and releasing the footage, yeah they watched it on the episode.

She was a bit of an oddball but swears by it.

[-] [email protected] 13 points 4 days ago

Sometimes I iron. Someone mentioned school uniform and yes.

But mainly I look at say a t-shirt and go "Meh" shrug and throw it on. Bang a leather jacket on and nobody knows it's wrinkled and they fall out.

Now we're having our 1 week of summer in the UK I'm having to iron my t-shirts because it's too hot for my jacket, but it's only a week.

[-] [email protected] 24 points 4 days ago

I went to a crypt in Britain as a kid, can't remember where tf it was, but I still remember it because it was super interesting.

It's where I learned about Trepanning and how they did it back in olden times to "let the bad spirits out" and it actually worked because it reduced swelling around the brain by giving the blood a way out.

[-] [email protected] 2 points 4 days ago

I've stroked a Capybara

[-] [email protected] 1 points 4 weeks ago

Haha yeah I'm certainly "Special" in my group of friends. We all go to the show but I make a mental note of where they're all staying and getting myself to the front for a little bit.

I try and get all the up-close shots of the stage while I'm thrown around the pit, and like to throw my phone in the air like horns with my video camera going.

Then 10 minutes later when I'm sweaty and out of breath I go back to the pack and show em how sane they all are with the videos of the bedlam.

Then I stick around and protect the pack when it all goes a bit mental further back.

A lot of my people have chronic illnesses now so it's nice for them to live vicariously though me. I get regular comments about "That time I watched you pirouette around the mosh pit like it was nothing" and I'm told it's up there in theRe favourite memories.

So I'll still get in the pit, it doesn't just make me happy that I can still handle it, but it makes my friends happy that they have that mad friend that goes into the thick of it and comes out unscathed.

[-] [email protected] -1 points 4 weeks ago* (last edited 4 weeks ago)

I call this feeling "The Holy Spirit" and no I'm not religious, hear me out.

So there's "The Father" which is you, in charge of everything.

Then there's "The Son" which is your Jesus, the bit of you that does shit mostly perfectly without any input from you. The scary example of this is when you drive to work and can't remember the drive at all. Jesus Take the wheel. Teach your Jesus right and you can trust he'll do things fine.

Then The Holy Spirit, which is that part of you that sees everything, before the filters are applied, and let's you know something is off. There's no obvious reason for it, but there's something off about this guy and we need to get away from him as soon as possible and never interact with them again.

The Jesus part is the important bit for most of us. Learning to play the guitar? Teach your Jesus. When you've practiced enough you can just trust that Jesus will hit the notes while you concentrate on singing along.

When I learned to Juggle I just taught my Jesus how to throw properly so it lands in the other hand.

At work I teach my Jesus how to do the manual labour, do the checks I need to do, and I can concentrate on ripping on my work colleagues.

[-] [email protected] 3 points 4 weeks ago

Sacrifice the Lion for the good of everyone? It comes back from the dead... Not ringing any bells?

[-] [email protected] 14 points 4 weeks ago

Are there still people around that mock the Nemos?

I mean I used to because they were posers, but then it was 20 fucking years ago and now it isn't, and I have a "Spooky till I die" badge on my jacket.

To some of us it wasn't a faze, it was just a step on the ladder to becoming awesome. Many fall off the ladder, hell a lot of people don't even climb it, but those of us that do will rock until we die.

Don't mock the rock.

[-] [email protected] 4 points 4 weeks ago

Korn are coming to my little town in the north of England this year. I'm gonna hit the pit like I'm not 40

[-] [email protected] 6 points 1 month ago

Exactly, it's when the magic happens that it matters. Otherwise it's smears all around

[-] [email protected] 5 points 1 month ago

No no, people don't forget the egg, it's just that the egg is just a bloody smear without the magic serum.

[-] [email protected] 3 points 1 month ago

Oh I feel this comment, after watching my Wife's mother do the same thing to her all her life.

"Say hi to your new Dad!"

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