“O Fortuna” Geesh, even the title doesn’t make sense. Everyone knows it’s ‘T’ for tuna. 🧐

Turns out the new boat design for the It’s A Small World ride didn’t score high with focus groups.

M. R. Ducks.

I usually overcome this by reading something new. I’ve often found that hearing a new idea will dislodge ideas of my own.

I’ve often told students: Don’t try to be creative in a vacuum.

Ya don’t fucking say.

What the fuck is an “a::s”

Vlad the Impaler: “Am I a joke to you?”

Oh I do way more than that.

I say yes, but this is an Internet forum and you likely just started an international incident.

This isn’t really about your sandwich, is it?

Out with it proti!

Cat Cat

Metastasio was an Italian poet and librettist who lived in the 1700’s. Being someone who creates poetry and music, I wanted a name to reflect that but with a modern flair, so I swapped “meta-“ for “giga-.”

Also, as “metastasis” translates roughly to “changing states,” “gigastasio” can be taken to mean “billions of states,” which is an apt description for how my mind works.

My pic is just some random pic I took. It’s my kid’s shark stuffie. His name is Chocolate Milk.

lol tit

Milk, trash bags, and lube.

Oh and I bought my ex a pack of smokes because she sent me a couple nudes.

Large ears, pointy teeth, and the development of something called “The Rules of Acquisition.”

Well dude, I looked over your reply, read up on sarcopenia, and made a few decisions.

I don’t feel the type of severe fatigue or weaknesses that I read about, but I can absolutely agree that doing some resistance exercises and adding more protein to my diet would be wise, so I’ll be doing that.

I’ve got therapy bands at home already, so it’s just a matter of finding a set of exercises to get started on. I appreciate the advice.

At 55 I’m astounded just how quickly my body changed. And not for the better.

My whole life I was one of those hyper kids with the metabolism of a hummingbird. I could rely on seemingly limitless energy to get me through my day. I looked half my age. I could subsist almost exclusively on sugar and caffeine. I’m not sure exactly when, but I feel like I woke up one morning and it was just gone. Like I lost a fucking bet or something.

I loved being skinny, and I’m not “fat” by anyone’s definition, but this absolutely a dad bod now. I need to watch what I eat and take supplements. I get sore for no apparent reason. And I’d be okay with that if I at least had the stamina and energy that I used to, but I don’t even have that anymore. There are days I just feel straight up fucking frail.

I stay active. I work full time in a physically demanding job and I’ve got a 4 year old who keeps me on my toes. I don’t remember my parents complaining about this when they were in their 50’s. Makes me wonder what I’m doing wrong.

My ex wife.