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I second Lorn! Dark ambient electronic sprinkled liberally with glitch elements is chef’s kiss.

Also would recommended Amon Tobin. ISAM is one of my favorite albums, and Lost and Found is often the song I’ll put on to introduce folks to his style.

I go through spurts where I’m posting and commenting a bunch, then I get weary of being online and disconnect. When I am posting, it’s usually to places with stuff I like to take pictures of, like !beebutts@lemmy.world.

I completely agree. Every so often I get an itch to have a look at Reddit, and though the niche subs still seem alright, the comments of anything near the front page are beleaguered with low-quality jokes and karma grabs.

God forbid you’re actually interested in discussing the subject, any comment that takes more than a few seconds to write or read gets buried under a thousand others like your first examples.

I’ll confess I do this with some regularity. If I unwrap a piece of cheese and see it’s moldy, well I’m not tossing a nice hunk of aged gouda in the trash! I’ll slice the mold off, then do a sniff and nibble test. If it still tastes moldy, keep slicing until it doesn’t.

I’ve done this since I was a kid, so who knows if it’s actually safe, or if I’ve just spent decades rolling the dice and getting lucky.

I’ve come to learn your brain is really good at subconscious processing of things that don’t quite make it to conscious awareness. Some part of your brain saw the cop and the deer and was trying to alert the rest of you.

I had that happen once when I was out hiking alone doing geology research. I reached this area of the woods and was suddenly overwhelmed by this feeling of TIME TO LEAVE. I tried arguing with myself that there was still enough daylight to check out an outcrop I could see in the distance, but the feeling got so powerful, I finally gave in and called it quits for the day.

I realized while walking out, that with all the little noises of the quail and other animals I’d been hearing all day, that spot in the woods had been silent. The next time I visited the area (and not alone this time), I found a cave right behind where I’d been standing, with fresh mountain lion tracks. Who knows, some part of me might have seen a mountain lion in that cave and was doing everything it could to tell me to get the fuck away!

Hah, the number on my bank account sometimes feels like it’s just pixels.

But most valuable to me would be old irc chatlogs with people who’ve passed. It’s been years since I’ve felt the need to pull them out and read them, but I’m happy to know they’re there.

Well made video, I appreciated the various breakdowns they did in terms of cost per watt, weight, and square footage.

Not to make light of things, but the first thought that came to my head for counteracting bad tasting medicine is a spoonful of sugar.

Here’s to getting all those achievable goals!

On the pill front, is it possible to crush them and mix with something more easily swallowable?

Maybe swimming for exercise? Not in a gator-pond, but are there local community pools nearby?

As someone trying to diet, 100% the calorie deficit 😖