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Technology@lemmy.world•These glasses solve many central-vision problems. For $5000.English
9·9 months agoYou know, they’re not even that noticeable on your face
Vampires still out there working 9-5 to pay for their room in their shared flat
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Patient Gamers@sh.itjust.works•What are some games with absolutely fantastic soundtracks?
1·1 year agoEvil genius has a soundtrack that fits it perfectly. That game has such a good vibe, like playing The Incredibles if they were trying to take over the world
Ahh that’s so much better, thank you
Ma! There it is again!
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Asklemmy@lemmy.ml•What's the worst you ever hurt yourself as a kid?
12·1 year agoI was 11 or so, on holiday, went horseback riding wearing shorts and thin socks. They set up my stirrups too low and as I held on to the saddle for dear life, one stirrup kept bouncing on my ankle for the entire afternoon.
My thighs chafed pretty bad, and I got an open wound on my ankle about the size of those souvenir pressed oval coins. I don’t know what my dad was thinking, but he treated my wound with some cream and then wrapped my whole calf in plastic wrap every day for about a week.
The wound turned into an ulcer, I couldn’t walk without limping. I had all these little pockets of pus on the edges which my dad had me squeeze to try and make them smaller. It did nothing except be painful.
I eventually went home to my mom - a nurse - who took one look at my leg and rushed me to a doctor.
The doctor then proceeded to vigorously clean my wound before dressing it. It felt like hot barbed wire, that really sucked.
I still have the oval scar on my ankle.
Getting my shit together < the sweet embrace of the status quo
It’s OK to admit it, this is a safe zone
I feel like it would have been funnier with just “I love clubbing”
Hide the pain Harriett
Except for Dennis, but Dennis is a freak
The version with commentary by David Schmader is wonderful
A similar thing happened which led a player to tell me after the - heated - session was over: “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at your character.”
Our group split after that.
It was the line painted on the side of the road that was zooming this way and that to keep up with the car. Sometimes it would snake away to a rest stop and then merge with us again after the exit.







Milo? It’s Barb, isn’t it?