In this episode of ‘Ask W’, actor Daveed Diggs gives advice on incorporating lyrics into a marriage proposal, conquering stage fright, which albums to add to your vinyl collection, ghosting, bold clothing on shy people, advice for your younger self, and dating a close friend’s ex.
theres a jedi in a 2003 star wars cartoon whos just shaggy. from scooby doo
The expanded universe is ridiculous sometimes. There was an editor at Lucasfilm that would always put “master” in front of the names of Jedi, so to test her, a writer created a minor jedi named Soon Bayts. The editor changed his name, and now there’s a canon Jedi out there named Master Bayts
I think how someone holds their phone is a good indicator of their personality
One hand, typing etc with one thumb: You think you’re hot shit you overexert yourself too much. You’re probably quick to anger
Both hands, typing with two thumbs: You’re more cautious, maybe a little more introverted, or you’re just a gamer
Phone flat on a surface (your lap, a table, whatever), typing with pointer fingers: You have the temper and curiosity of a five year old. Go shower please
Hold phone in one hand and type with the other: You’re everyone’s stupid dad or old relative. You probably squint at everything. You are an embarrassment to us all
even if the fraud was like 5% it wouldn’t compare to rich people cheating the system by trillions lmao
Also, SNAP “fraud” is like exchanging some of your stamps for cash to buy necessities you can’t buy with stamps, like soap or deodorant or tampons
TBH even if one hundred percent of people on food stamps were committing food stamp fraud I’d still be in favor of keeping the program around
Hey I wanna talk about this.
I work at a drug addiction counseling center. A ton of my clients have, at one time or another, sold their food stamps. This is basically exactly what the GOP is afraid of, right? Drug addicts selling their food stamps.
I have learned, now, to ask them WHY they sold their food stamps. Here is an incomplete list of the answers:
- I need tampons, and you can’t buy them with foodstamps
- See above RE: toilet paper
- I was living in a hotel with no kitchen then. I had to buy pre-prepared food
- The homeless shelter won’t let me keep food in my locker or room, so I have to buy pre-prepared food (Yes, really)
- I had to make rent
- My sister had to make rent
- My son had to make rent
- I needed co-pays to get my medication or I’ll die
- I needed co-pays to get my medication or I’ll loose control of my mental health
But the absolute most common form of food stamp fraud I see? Giving away food stamps to other family members who get no food stamps or insufficient food stamps to feed their families. I see that every month. People glassy eyed and hungry because they gave away their food to their adult kids, their grand kids, cousins, siblings etc.
So, is food stamp fraud rampant? In some places, yes. And I’m not about to chastise people for it.
sorry if i gave your sign a musical you hate, if your favourite music isn’t on this list, or if you disagree with my opinions, but remember: they’re just opinions!
I want to tell y’all a story about supporting and loving your partner, starring my amazing wife.
I’ve mentioned before that I had an eating disorder for many years, and though I consider myself “recovered” there are aspects of my disorder that I still struggle with today — being quite a bit heavier than my wife is one of them.
When my wife and I moved in together back when we were still girlfriends, I was at my skinniest. She used to pick me up all the time and lift me off the ground, and I’d laugh and kick out my legs ‘cause I was just delighted to have her holding me.
But I started gaining weight as I went through recovery, and where once we were pretty close in size, I began to get bigger. And bigger. And bigger. And she remained her naturally petite self. I began to almost dread when she’d try to pick me up, sure that this time she wouldn’t be able to get me off the ground.
But every time, even if I protested, she’d lift me up and say something like: “See, you’re not so big that I can’t lift you!”
And one time I just blurted out: “But someday I’m going to be so fat you won’t be able to.”
She looked me dead in the eye and said: “No you won’t. Because if that ever happens, I’ll start working out.”
It was the best possible thing she could have said to me, because she wasn’t saying I wasn’t going to get fat
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neither of us knew that for sure. She was just saying that I was never going to be “too fat” for her.
And every time I worry about getting bigger, I remember that I’ll never be so big that she can’t lift me, because baby knows how much I love being held, and she’ll change her own habits to ensure that I never feel “too big” or “too heavy” because in her eyes I’ll never be “too” anything.
Anyway, there’s a moral to this story: Find yourself a partner who will never consider you an excess. You should never be “too much” to someone who loves you — too big, too loud, too passionate, too awkward, whatever your “too” happens to be. And even as you change and grow (in my case, literally), the right person will be there through the changes, to tell you that you’re always just right for them.
My strongwoman, the wind beneath my wings, the arms under my ass. 😍😍 😍
Them: why are you competing in our cooking show today?
Me: the government banned gladiator matches yet I yearn for glory in the arena
I’m here to tell you, gladiator matches are still a thing pal
hm. Interesting. the last time I tried to behead a man for prestige and right to majesty, I was dragged out of the alleyway by three very unreasonable men of the law and I would like to know where you live
