You’re going with your wife. She’s your human Teflon.

As a single adult man any space not specifically targeted to you will draw heat and dirty looks. With a wife and/or kids to hide behind the world is yours for the taking.

I expect the whole central curve to open to reveal a spiral staircase to the next level.

If the children become aware of sex, they’ll have a clearer picture of the secret times I’m having with them.

Holy shit.

To think I was envious of America when I was young.

“I just want to see what’s there”

“Make an account first.”

“Is it worth making an account?”

“Make an account and find out” “Oh you must provide a valid email to verify” “Surprise fucker its spam forever”

They will. People tolerate shitloads. They doubly tolerate it if you tell them to think of the children and point out the only reason they could possibly be offended by this is if they were some kind of pedophile.

If you’ve nothing to hide, you’ve nothing to fear. Now submit to increasing orwellian surveillance.

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I don’t know anything about specifics, or actual explanations, but I once heard it said that Art decorates space and music decorates time.

I don’t know if he went worldwide or if he’s just a British thing, but Lewis Capaldi is the worst offender for this in my mind. There was about 3 months where Somebody You Loved wasn’t being played by at least 2 stations at a time. 2 or 3 times an hour, every hour, every station, every day.

It was a great song the first 5 times. The next 5000 not so much.

I don’t think there’s any sort of cosmic balance, much as I wish there were. Generally though people being assholes will eventually be an asshole to the wrong person and that’ll sort of feel like karma.

I’d have thought they’d want him dead for all to see. See what happens when you touch an untouchable.