Could, but we won’t.

More like half a pint, unless you’re bartender is a lunatic.

I never liked beer. It just tastes like shit to me. I’m also not a fan of dry wine, so I don’t usually go for that. I do like mixed drinks.

I very rarely drink. My wife’s older brother was killed by a drunk driver. I met her after that, but I got to see the impact it had on their lives. So, if I’m driving I won’t touch any alcohol.

When my kids were young, and I was still in the on call rotation at work, I was always either driving the kids around or I was on call, so I couldn’t drink.

Now the kids are grown, and I don’t take call anymore, but it just never occurs to me. Very rarely, my wife and I will go to a restaurant within walking distance of our house. If we go there, I’ll have a couple long island iced teas. To give you an idea of the frequency, we’ve gone there three times in the last seven years. We might also open a bottle of wine at holidays.

I never was part of the drinking culture. My wife and I started dating when we were in high school. We’ve never been the sort to go to a bar or a nightclub.

When my kids were young and in karate, we would go to parties with the other karate parents. My wife and I were shocked by the dads who would get absolutely plastered at these parties. When we asked, they said they drink like that every week.

We had a deal. Our moron-in-chief trashed it. Why would anyone agree to a U.S. deal when we abandon them for bullshit reasons?

The only thing President Pedophile’s war has demonstrated is that Iran needs to develop nuclear weapons.

Why is 6 afraid of 7?

Because 7 8 9.

Edit: I’m also fond of:

What did 0 say to 8?

Nice belt.

I was going to make a joke about a hummus and jelly sandwich, but now that I think about it, that might be pretty good.

Thinking about a tart cherry jam with hummus on a pita.

Me when I’m helping someone troubleshoot their issue and provided them with useful information, and they say I’m not helping them because I didn’t solve it for them.

Of course, I’m at the point in my career where the people I’m helping are actual IT people, so they shouldn’t really need me to solve it for them no matter how much they hope that would be the result.

When a user comes to me, I understand that the solution is what they need from me. Although I’ve also been accused of not helping by users who thought I was blaming them by asking questions like, “What were you doing when the problem occurred?”

While I certainly understand someone who feels threatened and doesn’t want to become another cautionary tale about misjudging fascists capacity for murder, I’m concerned that the exodus of people who oppose the regime just further solidifies their hold.

It also increases the risk for those left behind who can’t leave.

If you’re leaving because you expect to die if you stay, then godspeed to you. If you’re leaving because you’d rather go someplace where you can pretend it doesn’t affect you, then fuck you.

US criticism:

“No. No. Not like that. Like this!”

“Excuse me?”

“They said you just gotta feel it.”

“I don’t think this is what they meant.”

"You don’t know that.’

“Fair enough. Carry on.”

(the conversation I made up in my head, now typed out for you all to share)

Centralia, PA.

The U.S. was never given independence.

The Declaration of Independence wasn’t asking for it. It was stating it as established fact:

“We, therefore, the Representatives of the United States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States.”

It would have been different if Britain had won the war, but they didn’t.

It would have been nice if we managed to do better with the independence we have, but that doesn’t change the reality.

We have a pretty good simulation of free will, but we don’t actually have free will.

What we have is Chaos. It looks like free will.

Close enough for government work as they say. It’s not like it makes a difference.

I have LGB trains from my youth.

I always dreamed of setting up a garden railway. When I bought my house, I expected to do it.

We’ve been here 29 years. No railway. No time.

If I can ever retire…

I’m not always the tallest in the room when everyone is standing, but once we’re all sitting down, I’m the only one sticking up above everybody.

Normally when I’m sitting in a theater, I do everything I can to avoid blocking someone’s view (slouching, sliding down in the chair, leaning, etc). It ends up being incredibly uncomfortable.

One time a friend gave me and my wife tickets to a show (live musical theater). There were a couple drunk, obnoxious women behind us talking through the show. It pissed me off so much I sat up straight in my seat and stayed that way for the rest of the show. It’s the only time I’ve ever done that.

They started complaining about me blocking their view, and left during intermission to complain to someone (what did they expect the theater manager to do? "Excuse me, me sir, but you’re blocking these ‘ladies’ view. Would you mind removing your head?'). They eventually returned to their seats.

By the time the show ended and people stood up to leave, I was pretty angry. I turned around. I don’t know what I was planning to do. It’s not like I’m going to beat some drunken idiots to death in a crowded theater. However, I know I was considering stepping over my seat to get into their row.

The older woman was too drunk to notice, but the younger one was sober enough to see the look on my face. She hustled them out.

My wife has told me that I’ve terrified people even when she confirmed I was being perfectly calm. I can’t imagine how frightening it is when I’m actually enraged.

most companies just make the shirts wider, as opposed to longer

No doubt. I’ve got a bunch of 3XL shirts that are at least 10 inches wider than I need them to be to get 1-2 inches of extra length.

I think there’s also an assumption that if you’re tall it’s because your legs (and arms) are long, like a giraffe. I’m not built like that. I’m just big.

Sounds like I’m not going to remember how shitty life is, so I guess I can be optimistic about that.

Sounds like I’m not going to remember how shitty life is, so I guess I can be optimistic about that.

6’4" here.

I wouldn’t say I’d want to be shorter, but I have definitely experienced a lot of what you describe.

In addition to being intimidating because I’m big, I also have real bad resting murder face. It used to bother me, but my wife is 5’1" (on a good day), and we’ve used it to her advantage.

She’s often dismissed or not taken seriously. When she is being disrespected or expects to be, she brings me along. Everyone always treats her with respect when I’m standing behind her.

I don’t like taking the train because my knees are pushed up against the seat in front of me. I’m also uncomfortable in most cars. I’m long in the torso, so even in an SUV I have to lean the seat way back to fit in. I currently drive a 2nd generation Honda Ridgeline, and it’s the first time in decades where I have space above my head.

Clothing is difficult. I buy my clothing online because I can never find more than one or two options that fit in a store. I used to go to a outlet store because they had such a massive inventory, I could actually find things in my size. My shirts tend to be like tents because I usually can’t find the extra tall sizes, so I end up getting a regular 3x so the shirt reaches down to my waist.

There’s another downside to being tall that you didn’t mention. Years ago my son (taller than me) noticed that you don’t see many tall, elderly people. I had to break the news to him that, statistically speaking, being taller means dying earlier.

Bigger people have more cells in their body. More cells means more chances for cancer. More cancer means shorter life.

So, if you’re miserable being tall, take some consolation from the knowledge that it won’t last long.

If you haven’t caught it, I thought All of Us Are Dead was really good.

High school drama, bullying, young loves, all mixed with a zombie outbreak.