tomiant
@tomiant@piefed.social
- Comment on Pissing in the shower is better in every way than pissing in the toilet. 1 day ago:
Pissing in the shower makes it smell like a urinal.
- Comment on The script is mysterious and important. 5 days ago:
Challenging ideas
really?
- Comment on 5 days ago:
They call it “corium”!
- Comment on *Nirvana song starts playing* 5 days ago:
Like, I get the aesthetics of putting that chocolate sauce on the sides but bitch, you know I’m gonna be scraping that shit off the sides and get a bunch of paper in my mouf, just put it on the banana
- Comment on i have a very high libido and my shitposts reflect that, sorry 1 week ago:
Who isn’t down to provide balls for pepperoni pizza slices. This is like, peak life.
- Comment on Political leaning 1 week ago:
Agreed. They’re allergic to the labels. Let’s focus on the fundamentals and let them discover it for themselves.
- Comment on When it’s none of your business, you should keep scrolling. 1 week ago:
That’s none of your business.
- Comment on When it’s none of your business, you should keep scrolling. 1 week ago:
wp
- Comment on Political leaning 1 week ago:
That’s right. You like that? Ok forget socialism. Just join us on this one thing. Wait until you learn that if you bargain collectively you can double your pay. You like that one too, right? Wait until you hear about having healthcare that costs one tenth of what you’re currently paying. You like that one too, right? Wait until you get a load of your kids going to school for free. You like that one too, right? Wait until you hear about socialism. You like that one too, right?
- Comment on When it’s none of your business, you should keep scrolling. 1 week ago:
- Comment on Couture-plasm 1 week ago:
Reported for giving me serious PTSD about my ex
- Comment on Couture-plasm 1 week ago:
Super wrinkly vag flaps.
- Comment on Fck it, we ball 1 week ago:
This dude thinking about little girls too much.
- Comment on Is thus true? 1 week ago:
You can remove that little tip from bus hammers and glue them to the noses in order to instantly shatter any glass like material that comes into contact with it. Allegedly.
- Comment on for personal lore development 1 week ago:
Cheaper to just declare you’re trans.
- Comment on Growing up in a conservative house hold where as far back as I could remember running away from these people was my strongest instinct. Its good to know I was 100% correct. 1 week ago:
You got out before you got bit. Once a bite breaks your skin, you’re done for. You’re gonna become one of them.
- Comment on Lemmings, please give us your info dump. 1 week ago:
Write it all down. Just for yourself. Dumb takes and all. Write it all out so you have your own opinions clear before you on paper, black and white. Then when you’ve edited it all and have said everything you want to say in a way that you are satisfied with, print those pages and put them up in your bathroom right opposite where you shit. Every time you shit, you read it, close your eyes, and try to recite it without looking. In a couple of weeks you can perfectly tell anyone exactly what you feel and think about it without missing a beat.
If you can’t perform on the spot it’s because you’re still not comfortable with what you really feel and think. This is the cure.
- Comment on Lemmings, please give us your info dump. 1 week ago:
The second time was possibly even more heart-breaking, but at least nobody lost any money. My parents, my father specifically, I mean both of them but this concerns my father- they grew up in a war torn country. My father had three brothers. He was youngest. When he was three years old, war broke up. The big one, number two, and in the worst possible place. He loved his brothers, and the eldest one got drafted, the story is unclear and lost to time, but joined the airforce somewhere abroad. The second one, I can’t even recall, but he disappeared somewhere, sometime, somehow, and none of dad’s family ever heard anything from him again- MIA, basically.
It was a big thing for my father, my grandmother too, she lived with us for years in the new country after the war, and just like in the story above, it’s first after I got up in years and some that I realized what that haunted look was on her face as she zoned out and pulled her fingernails along the armseat of the leather chair that was hers, as the family watched TV together. Dad used to say, “Grama! Stop scritching!”, it was a thing and we all laughed at it because grama scritched. She was thinking of her two lost sons- one of them went into the airforce but was also never heard from again, the other, who knows. Nothing good, probably. But they never knew.
Dad was like her, he just never got over it. He had kind of reconciled the fact that his eldest brother either died fighting, or after the war just relocated somewhere in another country and couldn’t find his family back home again. But the other brother, it just itched him until the day he died, he used to light a candle every Christmas and make the table for one person extra, just so that in case he happened to come knocking, the table would be set for him to sit down and have Christmas dinner with us. We didn’t think much of it, only, again, in my older years did I understand what emotional luggage was being brought out and put on display on that one night every year.
Sorry for being long-winded, but it kind of matters- decades go by, no more grama, parents getting old, and one day there is a letter. Dear so-and-so, it has come to our attention that a lost relative of yours, by the name so-and-so, has been trying to get in touch with you. Disclosed are his personal information, we are reaching out to you to make sure that you are actually related to this person, and would you want to accept his communication? If so, please get back to us by sending $100 to the following address for verification purposes, and he will be passed along your contact information.
My dad called me at work, “Something amazing has happened, get over here straight away after work”. So, of course, I did. By then I was coming up on 40 working IT, I’d been around. I took one look at that letter and just laughed at it, “dad, this is a classic scam. Like, do you mind if I keep this? I have never seen an actual printed Nigerian Prince letter with stamps and all, like, they really went the extra mile with this one!”, and he looked at me with despair, and I will never forgive myself for not being quicker on my feet and realizing the trauma I was casually laughing off, and said, “are you sure? His name is in there, and all, and our name is too, this is clearly real!”.
He wanted so badly for it to be real, my mom sat by him, they both started arguing with me, like, clearly it was real, and that is when I knew for sure that it wasn’t, because they weren’t arguing with me, they were arguing with reality, or god himself, pleading for it to be real. I just shook my head, ever the bitter cold rationalist, “no, this is a very classic trick, and your long lost brother is not trying to contact you”.
I don’t know how I should have handled it, to me it was just another Nigerian scam letter, I was just overcome with the novelty of having a physical copy in my hand, but to my father, and to my mother, it was the one tiny spark of hope they had been waiting for, for decades.
That is the type of sorrow and grief that scammers prey on, and cause. Fuck them all to pieces.
- Comment on Lemmings, please give us your info dump. 1 week ago:
Twice we got scammed. Well once for real, I caught the second one. I only realized the first one after my parents were already gone. My brother went on a solo psycho-journey when I was like 14, trans-Siberian railway through Russia and Mongolia, ended up in China. He was perhaps 19 at the time. A couple months in we got a call from China. Chinese embassy say my brother is in trouble. They read back his information, everything on the passport, is this him? Yes, it is. Keep in mind this was in the 90’s when international calls to the other side of the planet cost actual money by the minute.
My parents spoke very broken English, and I was too young to speak properly to handle something like this, so there was a bunch of back and forth over several days, but it was clear to all of us that he was in trouble, and needed us to send money to get him out of whatever it was. China, ffs. I don’t remember, shit I don’t know even how much they ultimately sent, but it was likely by my estimates around $1500- a very solid chunk of change for our not necessarily struggling but not exactly thriving family either.
He came back a year later or so, and I don’t know why but the whole debacle kind of never came up at the dinner table, until just like a year or so before my mom and dad both passed. We were all sitting after dinner, drinking and telling the usual family stories, and it came up, and we all laughed about how crazy that shit was to deal with back home when he was on his crazy first trip of his life and had to send money to China. He didn’t laugh. He hadn’t any clue what the fuck we were talking about, and nervously laughed it off.
At the time I just shook my head, of course he wouldn’t remember when someone else bailed him out and saved his ass, narcissistic piece of shit as he is. Only after they passed did I realize, oh shit. There was no embassy, there was no emergency. Some entrepreneurial Chinese hostel manager just took down his info, somehow tracked down our parents in Sweden (likely he had just straight up given them their contact information, just in case), and scammed us out of a decent amount of money.
My parents were hard working, we never wanted for anything, and they never let on we were actually not particularly well off and struggled at times. If they were alive, I still don’t know if I would tell them. What was, was. What good is that heartbreak gonna do anybody thirty years after the fact? Anyway, that moment has passed either way, and well, we survived anyway, but damn it stings being the only one knowing this such a long time afterwards. My brother stayed a piece of shit and our remaining family have all gone no-contact with him, so even he doesn’t know, it’s just me.
- Comment on K.I.S.S. 1 week ago:
When you come to shoot, shoot. Don’t talk.
- Comment on Two sides to every story 1 week ago:
People who feel the need to feed drama in their life feel like they don’t matter. They create problems to feel like something actually matters in their life, that they matter, that their problems matter, and they create these problems themselves to involve others to get that social validation of themselves as being people who matter. It’s basically narcissism. Nobody gives a shit about them, so they create problems for everyone so that they have to pay attention.
- Comment on Android will become a locked-down platform in 194 day 1 week ago:
Corporations are getting WAY too much fucking power over our personal lives, it’s at critical mass where their power is superseding that of our basic democratic rights.
We all knew it would happen, and here we are. We need to fight the fuck back with everything we’ve got, and coordination and planning is the first step.
There has to be something already happening, where do we sign up, who do we get in contact with? Where’s the team?
Does anyone know or have any leads on that?
- Comment on Anti-Woke means asleep. A pictorial example inside. 1 week ago:
One is an attempt at a lexical definition, the other a judgment of it, those are different things, but you are definitely clearing something up here, because what I feel like I’m getting at is that there is one definition that is actually solid and makes sense- being socially aware, being aware of systemic racial and social injustice in general, and another where “being woke” is performative and is just being obstinate about everything and anything and demanding justice for unspecified grievances that one might not even have legitimate claims to.
I don’t know if that makes sense to you but I think it’s kind of the core of the matter, really.
- Comment on Anti-Woke means asleep. A pictorial example inside. 1 week ago:
But that is what it has grown into. A sweeping semantic and perfectly malleable construct that can occupy everyone’s minds while the oligarchy just laughs and counts its money.
- Comment on The green lean mean killing machine 1 week ago:
I fucking knew they were in cahoots!
- Comment on The green lean mean killing machine 1 week ago:
Allright if you’re gonna be like that just give me the damn mushroom.
- Comment on The green lean mean killing machine 1 week ago:
As much as I would want a death cap mushroom!
- Comment on Anti-Woke means asleep. A pictorial example inside. 1 week ago:
Yeah all right, that’s as good a definition as any I suppose. It’s still something about it, though, it’s like this term that means everything and nothing, and lends itself super well to nebulous definition, so no one can really decide what it is whether they are for or against it. It’s messed up.
It’s like, I think just calling things “leftist” is a way dumb oversimplification- much more so than I think that “conservative” is even though that definition is even looser and completely devoid of actual ideology, even by their own admittance.
I don’t know, I just find this whole shitshow tiring, I’m not sure what we’re doing here.
- Comment on Anti-Woke means asleep. A pictorial example inside. 1 week ago:
Being aware of racial prejudice, is what I’m getting.
- Comment on Anti-Woke means asleep. A pictorial example inside. 1 week ago:
Look this is all good and well but can someone explain what “woke” is?
