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That’s fair enough. Frequently when I’ve seen a reference to the joke I’m referencing, it’s followed by a “IYKYK”, so I figured it’s fun for those who already do. It’s a reference to an old Folgers ad in which a brother and sister behave in an implausibly affectionate way toward each other. It’s just bad acting, but viewed with a cynical mindset, it seems very suspicious.
Underrated comment at the bottom there. IYKYK
I’m not by any means a knife guy, but I read all your weird knife Wednesday reviews (and many of your other reviews) because they’re both entertaining and fascinating. The way your joyful reverence for the art and craft of knife design give your writing a kind of sincerity that is nearly extinct in modern social media (or anyway I’ve become cynical enough that it seems so). This Lemmy community (perhaps your work is available elsewhere, but I’ve only encountered it here) is an obscure pocket of intense, earnest, and skillfully delivered enthusiasm that feels like a secret garden or hidden library nook filled with nearly-overlooked pleasures.
You’re doing a great service to the community, is what I mean to say. And I could go no longer without expressing my gratitude. That’s all.
I’m in this picture and I don’t like it.
If you own a Tesla and you’re eating Chic-fil-a, it’s because you want to. If you sit in your 115–degree Tesla for 40 minutes and record it on Tiktok, it’s because you want to.
I started getting treated for ADHD at age 45. I confronted my mom about how she and my dad treated me when I was young, constantly berating and punishing me for “not living up to my potential”, “not caring enough about school”, “not applying myself”, and explained that my behavior was almost certainly undiagnosed ADHD.
She was like, “Yeah. I know, right?”
Ah yes, Anubis, god of death. Exactly who I want to take safety advice from.