I started laughing my ass off at this and then my wife wanted to see what was so funny and now I’m not allowed to do this.

Makes me sad.

The most recent research I heard was that human transmission was highly unlikely. It was kind of a big deal and happy news. The experiment involved high prion concentrations and human cells with a long exposure.

A few years ago, there was successful primate transfer, IIRC.

This is something I watch pretty closely.

Best controls are natural predators or heavy hunting to reduce population density.

What denomination, primarily, were you? Did you manage to get anyone out with you? (I was unable.)

Oh, hey. That whole mind expanding thing really isn’t a joke. I look back, sometimes, on who I used to be.

How would you compare it to venison?

Neat. I think it goes back at least to the '90s. It’s a great descriptive word. I really hope it doesn’t get picked up by the wrong sorts. They already stole my yellow snake flag.

If it goes that far, it’s probably all over the US.

As the other commenter noted, heebie jeebies. In the US South it has been rounded off to “the heebs.” No racial connotation. Similar to being spooked or apprehensive without a known danger. Slang term. Never thought about it being mistaken.

Another slang term I use that is similar and is easily mistaken is, “bad juju.” It means bad magic, bad luck, or a curse. One day, when I build my dream car, I want it on a vanity plate.

Correct. US southern English.

I call it getting the heebs. Seeing a weird turn of phrase will set it off for me. This is my first time experiencing it from a leftist slant.

Used to watch the Russians clock in and go to work on TheDonald back in the day. They were really obvious.

The AstroTurf here is pretty nice, smells so much like grass you about can’t smell the bullshit. Better than Reddit, or Digg, or Slashdot, for now.

Maybe it’s time to take a trip down the Mother Road and try Usenet for actual discussion.

Sounds like she can go teach in Europe now pretty easily. She’s got a great story. Fucking slick, if deliberate.

It kinda is the same. It’s grief. Just dredged up some shit I didn’t want to have to process, so I dumped it on y’all, in my case. Didn’t sleep a wink, but I’m feeling a little better. Can’t fuck up my schedule so I’m going to check my groundhog traps when it gets light and work on the kid’s 3D printer.

Everybody is different in processing grief. I tend to crawl off like a cat and be solitary in it in person. I text and write about it to strangers, it helps me get the poison out and doesn’t hurt anyone.

We have a little cat named Lulu. She’s a special cat, deadliest mouser, feral but loving personality. Only ever had one other like her. We plan to get a sample taken and stored, if we can afford it, we’ll get her cloned. At least that’s what we tell ourselves. Don’t want to think about that. I’ll pay cat tax but only if you ask. Can I see your Sphynx?

Also, that’s fucked up by your in-laws. You shouldn’t outsource the decision unless it’s the vet telling you. And recently after y’all had loss? Who’s the parent in this? I’m judging people I don’t know but that doesn’t sound ethical at all.

No fucking shit. As a redneck that hunts and goes fishing, it’s miserable being around pretty much any other dude that is a hunter and finds out that I hunt. No hunting buddies or anything for me. I’ve seen a prayer circle at the gun range before.

Good thing I like solitude, I guess.

Ketamine Karen!

That’s been my experience with my trans homies. As long as you try and get the pronouns right, little slips ain’t a big deal. They usually seem shocked that a redneck like me would even make the effort. Which is real fucken sad cause I figure that means they deal with it maliciously, more often than not, from people that look and talk like me.

Mr. Rogers would have something to say about not treating people like they want to be treated. If Mr. Rogers would be disappointed in the way you treat others, you’re fucking up and should feel bad.

I have a dumb tongue and really struggle with non-english names, it’s the same thing, normal people don’t care as long you make an effort.

I must admit, I inherited my uncle’s 1911 that he used for competition. It might give me a little chub. Pretty sure it increases my height as well. 😁

Oh, that whole otherkin thing is absolutely a symptom of mental illness or maladjusment. I’m being blunt, and I expect you will find this insulting. I have no intent to insult or demean.

If you’re being genuine, you should seek help. I’ve seen it a fair amount, the same with DID self diagnosis. If you think those things are real, you are likely experiencing a personality disorder or struggling with some other mental illness.

While there are plenty of voices online that will tell you that you are this way and it’s okay, it isn’t. It can be socially isolating and impact your life in negative ways. Not trying to be disrespectful. Gender dysphoria and transgenderism/non-binary have scientific backing. Otherkin and DID seem to be an outgrowth of the kink and autistic communities, seems to be a very infectious thing. The otherkin thing came to my attention about 15 years ago and DID popped up maybe 6-7 years ago.

Seems to be a metastasis of otherness into a maladaptive identity pathology. Personally, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it in anyone who isn’t on the spectrum.

I generally excuse myself from an in-person conversation when someone mentions they are kin or DID. It seems to be a treatment resistant pathology and latches on similar to bad religion. It is self reinforcing and isolating.

Again, I’m saying this with respect and care as an active participant of the kink/queer/leather community. I’m all about some pups, D/s relationship dynamics, but I also try and stick to science. Labels serve us, we are not our labels. Please seek counseling if you haven’t already.

I know, but let me have my happy thoughts.

And afraid. They should be full of fear, pain, and loneliness when they go into the dark.

No worries. Wasn’t trying to be a dick. Always up for learning something new about interesting things.

I grew up around firearms. Use a .22 revolver as part of varmint management on my little farm. It’s a tool not a fetish. (I like all sorts of tools, including firearms.) Lots of myths about guns, for instance: they don’t actually increase the size of your penis.