Yeah, I don’t listen to much at 90bpm. Plenty of 140, and 172 is oh so close, but 90 is tough. I get songs like Ebolarama or Memphis Will be Laid to Waste that get close, but it ends up being a real undertaking getting the venn diagram of music I like and music that goes on my cadence to line up.

There’s probably some value to that playlist, but whether I can get a legit hour of music out of that is one thing, and whether I can repeat that so as to not listen to the same songs on repeat is another.

I wear a set of bone conduction headphones and listen to audiobooks. I can hear the reading, but can also hear the biker whizzing up behind me without announcing himself. They’re fantastic.

I live in Jersey and have a trail I run along the river, and despite the fact I just know there’s nothing stalking me, this one section goes through some thick bamboo, and I always just imagine something is there.

Yeah, I end up trying to run to the cadence of music, and so I don’t run to music.

To dial the clock back, I used to be a “naked” runner. Just me, my shoes, and my silkies. I’d see what time I left and what time I got home and kinda estimate my pace, but pretty much would just go run.

I got older, had kids, lost it for probably close to a decade, but got back into running again, but now I listen to audiobooks. Was podcasts for a bit, but now audiobooks. I wear bone conduction headphones, because the only concern is have with the electronics is when I see folks running with noise canceling headphones on. I just can’t get behind turning off one of my senses.

Two cloves? Six it is.

Those are the best ones.

This thread really pinning Lemmy down.

I remember learning about acid. If you do acid, you will freak out and stab a pencil through your eye.

The Campaign for North Africa it is, then.

I do talk fast in real life, so maybe my comments read faster in people’s minds.

Yeah, I was referring specifically to the movie. The original was Shatner and a classic for sure.

I was just watching Pee-Wee’s big adventure with my kids (mainly my daughter, son is 4 and a buffoon) and was thinking shit, I need to show her that twilight zone movie, with John Lithgow on the plane, the old man kicking the can, and then the kid holding his family hostage.

The #1 issue for all of us is Us versus Them. That’s it. There’s 1000 of them and 350 million of us.

Agreed from New Jersey. I was fortunate enough to go with a friend whose family is all from Portugal, in Furadurao or however it’s spelled, I dunno. But did Lisboa, Porto, stopped at the home of the oldest brothers in Portugal (at the time). Was fed much portwine at every home we stopped at, and ate bread with melted cheese in it that I’ve been chasing for the last 15 years since we were there.

I’m fortunate to be from Jersey for many reasons, but one of them is the huge Portuguese population we have and the cooking they brought with them.

I’m from the US and the only wine from the US I’d buy is from Cali. There are wineries all over, butost of the US really doesn’t have a great climate for wining. Cali has some solid wines though.

I’ve told my wife that I’m going to strip clubs, because it’s one of those bachelor party things that happen (been a while fortunately), and she doesn’t bat an eye. I can go to a rave, I can go out to a bar, I can hang out with a group of guys and girls late, and nothing, because she knows I’m coming home. I’d be a little concerned my activities were (or had been, I’m getting oooold) gauged by “cheating opportunities.” My wife trusts me implicitly, and it’s because I communicate with her.

Just don’t do it wrong though, because then you will ruin everything.

Stop ringing the potatoes and peel them instead!

And grammar jokes aside, I try to do prep work ahead of time sometimes. Potatoes can be peeled and placed in a bowl of water in the fridge prior to cutting and mashing. I will chop up things like broccoli and carrots for stir fry. I make a gumbo where I take a pepper of each color, red green orange yellow, and dice them small, so like mini dice. I’ve gotten pretty good at it, but I’m no chef or anything, so it’ll eat up fifteen minutes or so, so for the gumbo I dice my peppers, slice the green onions, put them all in a bowl in the fridge ahead of time. Extra points if it’s during the workday.

My kids are getting older and we’re getting to the point where we need to cook bigger. Even takeout has gotten to the point where we need more. Its unsustainable, they will have to fight each other.

It’s catching, I tell you!