I can like a post the way I like a well-cooked meal even if it's something I've had hundreds of times before, like split-pea soup.
It's in levels or layers:
q) It's food. You need food.
w) It's warm too!
e) It tastes good despite being pre-fab.
r) Hey! It's homemade!
t) And skillfully done too! With homegrown thyme and homemade homegrown mustard!
y) Ermagerds, it's got real salted pork in it, not just pink spongy bits of repocessed mammalian protein!
Bonus credits if it's on a Thursday; if you're served chilled punsch on the side (Karlshamns flaggpunsch FTW!) and if you get homemade flat pancakes with whipped cream (the real stuff, not the insulation foam they sell in pressurised containers and call it cream) and jellied or jammed berries on top.
Plus coffee and a lttle tipple of Amaretto and a Sarah Bernardt-pastry afterwards.
Or a minty tea and a Budapest-pastry with orange-flavoured cream and strawberries on top.
Ain't that the truth. When they call the wife in for work, she gets up 0500 to drive the 45km to work. Thet sets off the roosters.
So I get up at 0500 too those days. Otherwise, as a retiree I get to sleep in to 0700.
Good thing I have physio and an afternoon of meetings - I'm just going to smarm and charm the mameluks off of the ladies with my bleary-eyed lookand out-of-beath posture after 90 minutes of physio. ;)
Gotta go catch the bus, since the wife works where there's no commute.
All I can think about now is Sally Field.
This comment makes me happy
Stop it
50/50, I was expecting more sociopaths
Nevertheless I'm proud of how much higher The Gutter is than the population average.
It's a form of masturbation. And in mixed-company, I will condemn both--signed Pinocchio
Which is why the Conga-line was invented.
I can't even like other people's content half the time outside of the Substack app.
If you substitute "don't" for "can't" this exactly reflects my own sentiments.
Liked to maximize irony.
Thank you.
No, I liked Doc's comment for irony. I'm *not* liking your post for satire.
Yeah, well
!stack overflow
That like was for simile. Or metaphor. I forget.
i sometimes like my own comments to push it towards the top if its an early comment and i think its worth promoting but dont tell anyone
The white-hot flame of strategy.
What's a "like"?
Nothing, really.
An interjection used by gen-z and millennials instead of thinking before speaking.
"Thinking"? Not sure that demographic is familiar with the term.
A good little way to let someone know you've read what they had to say but have nothing to offer by way of a response.
Reddit likes your new posts and comments for you by default
I already knew Reddit was itself sociopathic
It depends on the site. Some places you can drop 'likes' so you can quickly skip past stuff you've already read or whatnot.
Suuuuuuuure.
Gotta get the Flowmentum starting
Liking requires giving a shit. Better to give <no fucks.
True that. There's no better feeling than the absence of emotional investment.
Why can't I answer both?
I can like a post the way I like a well-cooked meal even if it's something I've had hundreds of times before, like split-pea soup.
It's in levels or layers:
q) It's food. You need food.
w) It's warm too!
e) It tastes good despite being pre-fab.
r) Hey! It's homemade!
t) And skillfully done too! With homegrown thyme and homemade homegrown mustard!
y) Ermagerds, it's got real salted pork in it, not just pink spongy bits of repocessed mammalian protein!
Bonus credits if it's on a Thursday; if you're served chilled punsch on the side (Karlshamns flaggpunsch FTW!) and if you get homemade flat pancakes with whipped cream (the real stuff, not the insulation foam they sell in pressurised containers and call it cream) and jellied or jammed berries on top.
Plus coffee and a lttle tipple of Amaretto and a Sarah Bernardt-pastry afterwards.
Or a minty tea and a Budapest-pastry with orange-flavoured cream and strawberries on top.
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You didn't get enough sleep, Rikard.
Ain't that the truth. When they call the wife in for work, she gets up 0500 to drive the 45km to work. Thet sets off the roosters.
So I get up at 0500 too those days. Otherwise, as a retiree I get to sleep in to 0700.
Good thing I have physio and an afternoon of meetings - I'm just going to smarm and charm the mameluks off of the ladies with my bleary-eyed lookand out-of-beath posture after 90 minutes of physio. ;)
Gotta go catch the bus, since the wife works where there's no commute.
100% yes. Don't do it, people. Show some class.
Even Jesus thought it was lame. See:Matthew 23:12...
If you have to ask...
After 3.5 years of Orwell on meth, I gotta like somebody.
And yeah, I had to look up that french word you used.
If you like yourself too much, it will be weird when you dump yourself for your inevitable betrayal.
I was doing that on Facebook 15 years ago. Freaked people out.
It was funny.
Steve......Gutenberg? >looks around, confused<
Fuck it, why not eh?
To be fair I also consider self love to be demonic.
When Diogenes was rousted for masturbating in an open marketplace, he retorted, "Pity one can't deal with hunger by just rubbing one's stomach."
I'm not a therapist anymore, remember?
And I hate joy. This is well-established.
Bring 4 Lokos.
Digging the Abe Lincoln.