Night birds

I bet they would get so much done.

My go-to is a fantasy in which I give an unfiltered speech to graduating seniors at a university, explaining in detail the day to day bullshit they will be dealing with once they enter the workforce.

Thanks!

I’ll tell you the strategy that worked for me last time (quit for ~2 years), and that I’m using this time.

• Switch to a vape. Lung capacity increases immediately, and you get rid of the bad smell. If you haven’t vaped, give yourself some time to get used to the different habit (no cigarette packing ritual anymore etc)
• Buy a 0 nicotine vape or two, or find a local place you can get them easily. This is your “inside” vape.
• Buy a refillable vape and get nicotine liquid roughly equivalent to the full-nic vape you switched to from cigarettes. This is your “outside” vape.
• Start restricting the locations you use the full-nic vape. I work from home, so I don’t vape full-nic at my desk, I walk outside to do it. You want to break the absent-minded vaping+work or vaping+tv habit.
• Step your nicotine intake down over as long a period as you like, but don’t ever step it back up. First time I quit, I did it over about a year. That’s a little extreme. You could probably do it over a few months.
• Once you’re on 0 nic all the time, either stay with that, or gradually wean yourself off the habit as well. This is much easier without the chemical addiction.

Good luck.

I poked around and couldn’t find a repo link. Can you point me to that?

Worked security at a hospital, and was responsible for signing corpses over to the funeral homes. One week, there was a car wreck in a nearby small town- a pickup truck flipped and rolled with five or six teenagers in the back. I spent the whole night rolling them out of the freezer and passing them off to various funeral homes.

If you’ve ever used an outhouse in the early winter, this understates the reality by a factor of 10. Also, this guy doesn’t wipe?

The man has a type, and that type is either 17 or 6402373705728000 years old.

My patron saint

Thanks for the PTSD flashback. It was delightful.

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice

I’m imagining the mob standing around the guy scratching their heads, with the noose pulled all the way up to the branch.

“Joe… I think we need a higher branch…”

If you’re the smartest person in the room, then you’re in the wrong room.