Yep. Land where I grew up was notoriously cheap if you didn’t get the mineral rights. You could be poor as fuck and have a tar paper shack on 10 acres and have zero time to produce anything useful on the land. Horses aren’t expensive to buy. You can get used tack and hay and oats were inexpensive where I grew up. Maybe a hundred bucks a month to own a horse (this would have been over 30 years ago, definitely more expensive today)? This was not for racing, heavy work, or horse girl stuff, but you could take care of one for not much if your hobby was riding or if you just liked having a horse around. Or you have zero land and help your neighbor with chores and your horse lives next door.

I do pretty well for myself but I’ve got an arrangement like that right now. I go help out on my buddy’s small ranch every year during the summer. I help enough that there’s a horse out there that’s mine, on paper at least. He gets the same treatment as the rest of the horses and I own all the gear. Costs me some time, but in all honesty it’s time I want to be outdoors anyway.

I prefer meat missile or love truncheon.

I just feed my vehicles trees and children and black smoke comes out the back. Runs great.

Horses!

Ok, I’ve discussed this in brief before and I’m not going through the entire unfiltered rant today, but I agree with this to an extent for some of them. You see the same things when a certain personality type gets power. They start off proving that they can get away with little things. Eventually they become so enamored with the idea of being “above the law” because they’re so special and righteous that they are out there doing shit like raping kids and eating people. It’s literally just about the power.

Now there’s a whole lot of steps in between jaywalking and being a cannibal. Lots of sexual stuff (regular shit that they see as taboo like threesomes and sucking dick as well as bad shit like cheating or forcing people to do whatever thing if is you like, you know, rape). Non sexual stuff (light embezzlement, harassment, bullying). That’s where the pure, uncut rant is. One of these days I’m going to ramble across like 6 comments to get the whole rant out.

Don Cheedle, we need you!

I do know Cowboy Bebop haha. And yeah, that’s definitely jazz. But I listen to a lot of older jazz. Ella Fitzgerald has been one of my favorites since I was a kid and I really dig a lot of Coltrane. Louis Armstrong. I like a lot of the slow lovey songs and a lot of the sad ones. It’s the opposite of what I like in rock hahaha.

I do like old Bakersfield country. Buck Owens, Emmylou Harris, Merle Haggard, and those guys. You can draw a line from them to outlaw country to Alt country. And from them to a lot of Southern Rock, roots, and swamp rock.

I could talk about this all day haha

I think that you and I could have been very good friends in real life. I went through my bigotry phase because it was just everywhere around me. Escaped through music and food. A playlist that goes from Sabbath to AIC to Mark Lanegan to Black Pistol Fire to 21 Savage to BigXthaPlug to Whiskey Myers to Amigo the Devil. And that just scratches the surface. That doesn’t even get into the 1920s folk blues or 50s jazz and soul. Pretty much the only thing I won’t listen to is Nashville country.

I had to go back and look to see if I wrote this comment.

Alt-country and dark Americana are my jam. Whiskey Myers is from my neck of the woods and actually calls out the titty bar that was down the street from where I worked (I passed that thing at least 10 times a week) in Broken Window Serenade. Used to go watch them play local shows in the late 00s and early 10s before I moved to Houston. They are all pretty good guys.

I feel like a few weeks ago I called out Cocaine and Abel as being one of the saddest songs I know somewhere on Lemmy.

I’ll also say that smack gave us a lot of grunge music.

Yee haw.

I don’t do it anymore, but back when I was a young man I had a short metal straw, a metal credit card looking thing (not sharp, it crushed things more than chopping them), an aluminum tray, and a snuff vial with a tiny spoon.

This is the one I was looking for. Many years ago I worked construction and these big burly dudes who hated gay people at the time and likely hate trans people today all wore them under their clothes in the winter.

I remember those days! I used PdaNet because whoever I was with (AT&T? Cingular?) sold tether data like it was being brought to me by a parade of half nude sexy folks bit by bit.

I remember the on-hook and off-hook commands, and I remember calling the cradle that old land lines sat on/in being called the hook. When was the tether called the hook?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being rhetorical here as a gotcha. My memory just ain’t what she used to be and I’d like to remember.

Same, buddy. It was the milk for sure.

I didn’t know my band was anyone’s favorite band!

Gonna find my baby gonna hold her tight

Gonna grab some afternoon delight

I updated above, and the other commenter is right that legal language is (I think purposely in a lot of cases) confusing. Judge ruled it was filed in the wrong country.

Which, unless I’m behind, resulted in a procedural dismissal and the judge said to go have a trial where it happened.

6 Reddit threads, a bunch of YouTube videos of people with shocked faces (why are they surprised?), an AI summary that may discuss something related to your query or may talk about ways to get a snake to open its mouth, several articles, pretty much anything except the reference manual.