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I think it’s still available here

Hello! Yes, we’ve tried it! It was a Jack Keller recipe that called for 14 jalapenos and some raisins with a bunch of sugar. Fermented fully, but it was too sweet still, I actually found the pepper taste to be nice, but sadly the sugar made it undrinkable. Would make it again with an amended recipe.

The facial expressions and the constant noises. It’s like a food dish with too much salt, doesn’t matter what the other flavor is once you decide you can’t stand the overpowering vibe of the thing.

Packaging should be made to be reusable. Glass jars must have easily removable labels, plastic wrap would only be allowed for sterile equipment, otherwise you have to use paper and other biodegradable materials. Branding would have to be completely removable too. Basically, packaging would remain a product of the state, and would be completely controlled. Corporations would have to pay packaging tax to subsidize control of this.

For twice the price of already exorbitant prices.

I work for an AI company that’s dying out. We’re trying to charge companies $30k a year and upwards for basically chatgpt plus a few shoddily built integrations. You can build the same things we’re doing with Zapier, at around $35 a month. The management are baffled as to why we’re not closing any of our deals, and it’s SO obvious to me - we’re too fucking expensive and there’s nothing unique with our service.

I mean… It’s kind of a good idea. Ride that 'so fucked it’s cool ’ wave. Can’t wait to watch influencers invest yet again.

No. I did that once (as a middle class person too proud to accept daddy’s help) and it was fucking awful. I lasted 8 months before I had to consult Bank of Dad, which I’m pretty impressed by, but everything about it sucked. I would steal loaves of bread from bakeries at 4am, as they’d leave them outside to cool. I’d go to late night chippies and make up stories about being on a great adventure for charity so they’d give me free chips, I’d buy my clothes from a market that sold soiled and ripped clothing donated from fast fashion stores, and I’d hand sew them back to acceptability so I could wear them. We’d dumpster dive, forage, and beg, and it still wasn’t enough. Rent started going on credit cards, I discovered new addictions I couldn’t afford just to cope with the pain of no heating, shitty food, and a general feeling of desperation. And I had a fucking safety net, I was nowhere near the suffering of most people at this kind of poverty line.

Elon is a rich prick. I got a momentary taste of poverty and it was fucking awful. He would have caved in a day.

Turns out I cannot buy one of those.

Yeah, other than an upgrade 😄

Steal from them

Any public service over $1m revenue needs to offer a childfree version.

Always max out at 4/5 effort, so there’s always room to grow.

Pretty sure I have undiagnosed IBS. Occasionally when my turds are overly firm, usually after a pizza or pasta night, I get a sharp shooting pain right up the butthole. It’s momentary, but it’s the only thing I can confidently call a 10/10 pain. In those split seconds it’s blinding.

Foraging. Don’t eat random shit from the wild without IDing it (intelligently, not just with AI apps), but also don’t listen to the scary stories and harsh warnings. Dying by plant (or mushroom) poisoning is very rare, most bad eats will give you the trots and you’ll be fine a day later. It’s easy to find good foods without stress, and while a professional guide can help, there are SO many books that have virtually the same info. Start with local, easy foods like leafy greens, nibble small amounts and wait 24 hours, and you’ll start seeing how simple and attainable forging is.

Throw wildflower seeds (non invasive) over onto his perfectly manicured yard.

Another one is a long con: befriend crows, get them to come to your friend’s house to feed. The neighbor will likely sho them away which will aggravate them. Crows hold grudges for a REALLY long time and only shit where they don’t eat, aka his yard.

Oh yeah, the condescending “please unplug me when done!” signs near the toaster… or trying to use the hot tub and having to read pages of stuff just to get in some warm water. We stayed at one once that made us add conditioning tablets to the hot tub at a certain time each day. Nah, this is your house, you fucking take care of it, I just want to use it.

Recently got into hoochin, just put some pawpaw wash in the primary to make wine. We also have apple juice bubbling away, was gonna jack it but I think I’m gonna buy an air still and throw it in that to see what happens.