I’m assuming there’s a downside, like you have to commit to whatever thing you were planning before the flip. So like I say I’m going to slap a cop, and then I flip the coin, hoping for the best.
Maybe the effect only lasts until you look which side of the coin came up - so you won’t know how it will go until you’ve tried it. :D
Man I used to think there was no relation between what I ate and my wardrobe size, but eventually it really does catch up with you, especially if your day job is sedentary.
It can be so worth it. Sometimes I’m stressing about this great nebulous cloud of bullshit that just seems insurmountable and existential, but then when I explain it to someone, it’s like… 3 things. And yeah, those things may legitimately be a source of stress, but knowing that they are finite and number, and probably solvable, makes daily life a lot less daunting.
hey sometimes your chest just feels like there’s a great weight crushing you crushing you from above and the walls are closing in and you’re scared and you just sit there stupidly not wanting to make a fuss but knowing absolutely knowing that this is it this is how it all ends–oh and then it kind of passes and you get back on shift and get in trouble for being slow, but it’s alright at least you’re alive
Besides, Lord Vetinari, the supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork, rather liked music.
People wondered what sort of music would appeal to such a man. Highly formalized chamber music, possibly, or thunder-and-lightning opera scores.
In fact the kind of music he really liked was the kind that never got played. It ruined music, in his opinion, to torment it by involving it on dried skins, bits of dead cat, and lumps of metal hammered into wires and tubes. It ought to stay written down, on the page, in rows of little dots and crotchets all neatly caught between lines. Only there was it pure. It was when people started doing things with it that the rot set in. Much better to sit quietly in a room and read the sheets, with nothing between yourself and the mind of the composer but a scribble of ink. Having it played by sweaty fat men and people with hair in their ears and spit dribbling out of the end of their oboe… well, the idea made him shudder. Although not much, because he never did anything to extremes.
it’s easy to listen to an audiobook at the same time
This blows my mind and shows what a different experience this must be, compared to what I was imagining. I suppose you’ve been reading sheet music for a long time now? Almost like a second “language.” Do you enjoy reading sheet music?
Two scruffy middle aged white men, one is helping the other get off the ground and has the label “FRIDAY AFTERNOON.” The man who is being lifted off the ground looks nonplussed and resigned to being helped, and has the label “MY WILL TO LIVE.”...
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Gastronomical Masterpiece (lemmy.world)
It's dangerous to go alone. Take this. (lemmy.world)
Based off a post I made on Reddit a while back. Hope y’all enjoy....
Here as well (lemmy.world)
It's cheaper is what it is (lemmy.world)
I knew it all along! (lemmy.world)
Jordanian Petersonian (lemmy.world)
Headphones are a crutch (startrek.website)
One day Star Trek will probably morph into a religion. (startrek.website)
Do you understand pain? Death? Leave this place before she finds you (i.imgur.com)
A still from the TNG episode “Masks” picturing Lt cmdr Data wearing a sunburst mask of Masaka. Text reads “Mariah is Waking”
Do you ever question your life?
Do you ever wonder why, we build castles in the sky?
coming home on friday when I have 0 responsibilities all weekend (sh.itjust.works)
A VHS still of a white mustachioed person dressed as a vampire. Top text: “coming up” bottom text: “goblin time”
Me when I hear someone is on lemmy (sh.itjust.works)
Red poster of Karl Marx pointing at viewer with large text “are you a COMMUNIST? Then get organized”
Pardon [jhallcomics] (startrek.website)
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I don't know what I would to without you 💓 (sh.itjust.works)
Two scruffy middle aged white men, one is helping the other get off the ground and has the label “FRIDAY AFTERNOON.” The man who is being lifted off the ground looks nonplussed and resigned to being helped, and has the label “MY WILL TO LIVE.”...