FUN FACT: Joan of Arc slept in her armor sometimes. It caused severe bruising when she did.
Cripple. History Major. Vaguely Left-Wing.
Alt of PugJesus for ensuring Fediverse compatibility and shit
FUN FACT: Joan of Arc slept in her armor sometimes. It caused severe bruising when she did.
WOKENESS? In MY Utopian Space-Communist future!?
Like Paul Ryan loving Rage Against The Machine.
Some people are weird.
This made my day.
My mother was actually very open about mental illness, took it very seriously. I was diagnosed bipolar from a young age because she was looking out for me.
Unfortunately, the idea of ‘ADHD’ in the minds of non-specialist observers was tied in with the idea of hyperactivity at the time, and I was anything but a hyperactive kid.
He was appalled by my decision to punt the cat, and the 17 I rolled before he could object, but in my defense, I was playing a ratman.
“Is it okay if I have an anger problem?”
“I shout at the door.”
“I lift the spyglass so my rat can see.”
“Does the rat look through the spyglass?”
“It’s hard to tell.”
“I aim the paper airplane at the crowd.”
"IS CHILD ABUSE WRONG? LIKE ME CHECK MY CHAIM.
…
NO."
“Is there a cat nearby?”
“Like, a normal cat?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s a mansion, I don’t see why not. Yeah, let’s say there’s a cat.”
“Is anyone looking?”
[DM, suddenly filled with concern] “… no…?”
“I will teach these halfling savages the meaning of private property!”
Our literature textbooks had Asimov and Twain, while history has always been an obsession of mine. Science was good too, until it got into chemistry, at which point it veered too much into math for me to care.
Poorly, on both. I took longer than normal to complete my degree’s credits, and spiraling depression and anxiety closed off most of the ‘usual’ avenues of employment. I eventually managed to scrape out a living in a field which didn’t require my degree. C’est la vie.
Well, I definitely didn’t pay attention in class. I slept through a number of my classes on the regular. But I was a little bookworm desperately short of books, so I gleefully and willingly poured over the textbooks in my free time. Or in math class, which bored me to tears and I was never any good at.
“Pug, you’re an incredibly smart kid, but you’re lazy.”
Me, unable to remember homework, but acing every test and going above-and-beyond on any project with freeform requirements, leading to solid Bs and Cs despite half my assignments being a flat 0 for not being turned in: “Yeah.”
… kind of wish someone looked a little deeper into the issue at the time.
“Against boredom, even the dogs struggle in vain” - Fried Rice Neat She
Literally one of the first things I noticed about NCD back on The Old Place was that it was incredibly LGBT friendly. It was one of the reasons I felt comfortable enough to stick around. I’m not LGBT, but there’s always a sense of dread with certain interests lending themselves to… unpleasant views. Knowing NCD was super LGBT friendly was like, yes, good, these are my people, pure shitposters
Considering that US liberals were the main participants in the Floyd protests, ‘arguing with liberals’ seems like a bizarre label for this.
“The King must die so that the game may live!”
I didn’t realize I was a subject of such interest to so many people.
“Are women bourgeois?” - A Man With A Funny Tie
Lemmy.ml’s moderation has always been like this, unfortunately.