I went into a clothing store in the 90s and heard this song playing. I never heard it on the radio before or after that one day (I think it was in a fashion bug?), but it was memorable enough to stick in my head for the rest of that day and I seem to randomly remember it approximately once every decade.

Your post did it this decade.

I always avoid killing bees but I am terrified of wasps. I grew up getting stung by these fuckers constantly. That’s how I found out I’m allergic.

They’re extremely aggressive and live in giant nests together. If you kill one, it releases pheromones or something that signals to the others and they swarm. I would beg my parents to do something about them because they made life absolutely miserable, but they had this weird fatalist attitude about them like “the wasps were here long before we were. They’ll be here long after.”

Realized as an adult that decoy paper wasps nests are very cheap and work surprisingly well as a repellent. You can also just use a brown paper sack. Could have saved myself from some very traumatic encounters if I had known that sooner.

Paper wasps have a unique perspective of “provoked.”

I was tired so I just decided to land and rest on your head. Why are you provoking me?

I was building a nest in the only door you use to come in and out of your house. When you tried to leave, I flew directly into your path and basically body checked you. Why are you provoking me?

Daaawww!! Blocky headed boi!! 😍

I was under them impression that just using the internet in America might subject you to domestic surveillance.

Once you’ve prepared a really good soup from scratch you appreciate how much effort really goes into all of the subtle flavors. Like a can of soup ain’t shit, but when you peel and chop your own ginger, add chilli and lime, and that’s just the base of the soup before you start adding other things, you’ll get it.

Especially if you’re eating it while getting over a cold, and it’s the first thing you really taste in days.

America may run on Dunkin, but your boyfriend looks like he’s excited to get hopped up…

…I apologize. I’m going through some things. I’ll just show myself out back and finish the job.

A reboot of the 21 jump street reboot? A re-reboot?

Wanna go to my van and listen to some Chumbawumba?

Oohhh, that makes a lot of sense. It’s like a don’t horny open inside chain of events. Poor lil fellers.

What’s the deal with that?

Is it like a trend/narrative being intentionally pushed on lemmy? Or something that just started with one person and spread naturally?

Or just a natural reaction to spring time?

There’s a lot of crazy conspiracy theorists who believe Kennedy rejecting the operation in 1962 may have had something to do with his head doing that thing it did in Dallas in 1963.

Obviously not the only factor. He had a lot of strikes against him for pushing back on the plans of men who weren’t elected to run the United States, but felt entitled to do so on account of knowing what was best for democracy.

What mortal could resist the call of the 3 tiddied siren?

But without children, who will fight your forever wars and be trafficked by the Oligarchs who want to create 24/7 mass surveillance with live facial recognition tracking?

Oh you can’t find a partner even willing to get married and reproduce right now?

They just keep repeating the same nonsense on loop like:

“Are you literally insane?”

“Have you even noticed the present reality we’re living in?”

“I could be charged with a crime just for having complications during pregnancy.”

“They hooked a braindead woman in Georgia up to life support last year like a human incubator. She attempted to go to the ER because of a painful headache. Instead of helping her they gave her 2 aspirin and sent her home where she suffered from a ruptured brain aneurysm.”

“They literally just sent her away when she sought their help, but only after declaring her braindead decided to actually admit her to the hospital.”

“They made her family wait to remove her from life support until she had given birth to a premature baby. The baby was born with multiple birth defects he will struggle with for the rest of his life.”

“Of course they aren’t even giving him healthcare or helping to pay his medical bills. They kept his mother alive like some kind of science experiment from the Handmaid’s Tale, and demanded he be born simply to refuse to help him survive.”

“Because it turns out the world is literally run by completely sadistic pedophiles. They don’t even need an Epstein anymore because now they’re legally allowed to kidnap and traffick children!”

“They’re splitting families apart and holding them indefinitely in concentration camps. There’s been multiple documented cases of murder, abuse, and sexual assault carried out by guards, and we’re just letting it happen. Now they’re buying up warehouses across the country to convert into more camps!”

“How can you even think about something like that?! They’re dragging us into an endless WWIII just to distract from the pedophiles and help corporations increase their profits! What the fuck do you think they’re planning to do with all these kids they’re trying to force us to give birth to?”

Psssh, sounds like typical unhinged feminism. Destroying the American dream.

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To me the odd pace and the cinematography of Vince Gilligan shows are part of the draw.

Like a lot of his shows feel like they’re meant to convey a peek into the beauty of niche monotony. It can definitely be difficult if not impossible to keep that entertaining while stretching it out over several seasons, but…

When it’s done right, it kind of disarms you/hooks into your sense of empathy and reels you in (At least that’s what it does for me). It’s more than just a standard attempt to capture slice of life/fly on the wall where you’re watching as part of the audience. You get to momentarily slip into the perspective of a stranger by feeling what they’re feeling.

For example, the entire unsaid backstory of Kim and Saul scenes in the work parking garage: always feeling a bit out of place among your elite peers at a prestigious law firm. Convinced that no matter how hard you try, or how successful you are, somehow you know and they just know you’re not like them. In part it’s a defense mechanism, but but you’re also not totally wrong.

Finding the part of your day you look forward to the most are actually moments when you escape from the job you fought so hard to land, and slip away for a quick smoke break (in secret of course). That’s the only part of your day you can finally let your guard down and just breathe/be real with the only other person who really gets it.

Or, in Mike’s case: finding yourself looking back at the end of your career as a dirty cop with deep sorrow and regret for all the things you did while knowing it was the wrong thing to do. Yet always choosing to take the easy way for your own sake. Then trying to start over new, by picking what feels like the safest most routine job you can find as a parking attendant, essentially trying to break good.

Even the little peaks into the lives of side characters tend to give little brief glimpses that are unique enough to be interesting, but routine enough to be familiar.

There’s a throw away scene in the first episode of Pluribus before the aliens begin to take over that stuck with me. It shows a big group of industry scientists pipetting in synchronization while they toil away in a huge lab.

No dialogue, the characters are all extras, and it’s such a niche scene specific go science, but it also perfectly conveys the kind of hive mind, almost mechanical flow that tends to just take over for all humans when you’re working to achieve a common goal, and also foreshadows the entire plot of the show without a single word.

I mean everybody is entitled to their own opinions, and after so many seasons, inevitably a show will have moments that are better and worse.

However, if you just shit on Vince Gilligan shows in general, what kind of shows do you actually enjoy watching?

Blasphemy!

And Chuck was amazing!!

The dumbest fucking timeline that just keeps on giving