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  • toynbee@lemmy.worldtoScience Memes@mander.xyzFrench Anatomy
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    7 days ago

    Preemptive edit: Connect keeps deleting the text of my post before I can post it and it’s really annoying. As a result this might not be as articulate as I tried to make my first attempt at a response.

    Where I grew up, there was a horse pasture at the end of the road. (And another at the other end, but that one was at the top of a big hill so I never really saw the horses there. I only know it was a pasture because apparently my sister had a horse there, then lost it when she started getting younger brothers.)

    Once my mom was driving my brother and me somewhere, doesn’t really matter where, and while she waited at the intersection adjacent to the pasture we could see, my brother and I observed a horse in an odd pose. While waiting to be able to cross traffic, she realized we were trying to figure out the horse’s unusual stance and said “and that, gentlemen, is how horses pee.”

    Thank you for reminding me of my mother, if in an unconventional manner.




  • I won’t deny I forget shit, as you say, but 99% (hang on, let me check that on my calculator) of why I look stuff up is to double check.

    Most (but definitely not all) of why I use private browsing, for example, is because I’m looking up a tech question to which I know the answer, but about which I want to be certain before I make a git commit.



  • My dad was, apparently, an alcoholic - and a pretty bad one - before I was born. I wasn’t around for it, but two of my three older siblings have told me various stories about it. He himself even told me of the night he met my mother, including the detail that that night, he was so drunk that he barely remembered how to get home after dropping her off at hers.

    I don’t know how long before I was born he stopped drinking, but I only ever saw him consume one alcoholic beverage in my lifetime. When he did, he said “I wouldn’t mind one more!” but, to his credit, immediately stopped. I’ve inherited some of his proclivities, though I think not as severe, and am actively working against them. (I’m aware of the stopdrinking communities, this isn’t a cry for help.)

    Point I’m trying to make is, if you’re trying to drink less or to quit … Be careful how you celebrate. He had some thirty years of sobriety to recover and was still tempted.