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@4seiji
saw some debate over the english title translation of dungeon meshi and I am here to offer you this alternative
What's the state of your checkbook?
Empty, need to get a new one
Almost empty
Half used
Slightly used
Just the first few used
Unused
Lost it
Never had one
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Wait… I’m assuming you’re all young people under 24. Have you never had a bill to pay that didn’t accept online payment? I recommend keeping an emergency check in your wallet in case your card gets lost/stolen/declined or the internet is down or whatever and you need to pay NOW. For instance, for your mechanic or plumber.
I've never heard of anyone using a check outside of usamerican media. Bills come with bank details, and you usually have 30 days to transfer the money, including bills from plumbers or mechanics.
...People just don't accept cheques where I'm from. We haven't really used them for decades now. This idea that you need an "emergency cheque" is alien to me. People would rather have cash, e-transfer or, you know, an invoice. Nobody likes cheques anymore because they're a pain in the ass to deposit, and if they bounce the payer could be miles away and you're left shit out of luck.
Uk here, I last used a cheque in, like, 2001? To order a tshirt from kerrang magazine. My uk current account doesn't even issue cheque books any more. We work almost entirely on card payments with an option for cash. A good chunk use their phone to pay for most things but, even if you're still using card, if your card is lost or stolen most banks have an option to use your phone to withdraw emergency funds from an ATM. If your phone's stolen too then the odds of you still having your emergency cheque to hand is low. If it's declined they're not going to take a cheque anyway because you're card just got declined, that would be madness.
the absolute scorn on both sides of the debate is really unwarranted tbh. it's an older system which has largely been supplanted by electronic transactions, yeah, but relying on having constant and uninterruptible access to the internet to be able to perform the most basic of financial transactions (and assuming that such transactions and all the channels they potentially pass through are 100% watertight secure!) is not really the unambiguous win that people in the notes are making it out to be?
it's so fast. it's so convenient. it's so easy. it's always available. until it isn't.
if your country doesn't have checks, cool. different countries are different. we don't need to get into a dick-measuring contest about it
I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.
-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a
~*Spiritual Experience*~
I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.
Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.
He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.
So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.
He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.
Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.
when ur friend is reading GtN for the first time
never enough time in the day to do fuck all
there's always time in the night to do fuck all
but watch out
The Least Intimidating bakery in the village has closed for good so now I’ve got to go to the Intimidating Bakery, it’s awful. If you don’t have a PhD in being French I don’t recommend going to that bakery, here’s the humiliating account of the 3 times I’ve visited it so far:
the first time I went in there I pointed at one of those extra-skinny baguettes and said “a flute, please” feeling pretty sure of myself, and the baker said “… that’s a ficelle” (you idiot) (was implied) “a flute is twice as large as a baguette.”
That’s insane, first of all, a flute is a skinny instrument. Call your fat baguette a bassoon, lady—I made some timid remark about how it would make more sense for a flute to be a skinny bread and the baker said, “In Paris it is. I thought you were from the South?”
oh, that hurt
I guess I’m from the part of the South that’s so close to Italy the bread’s waist size matters less than whether it’s got olives in it, but I left the bakery having an existential crisis over whether living in Paris had made me forget my roots
the Least Intimidating Bakery just had normal baguettes vs. seedy baguettes vs. horny baguettes (easy mode, some have seeds, some have horns), while the new bakery has breads that are only different on a molecular level—there’s a good old loaf and then another, identical loaf called a bastard? google told me a bastard is “halfway between a baguette and a bread” but denouncing them like “those are not regulation-sized bastards” would get me banned from the bakery for life
on my 2nd visit (while I stood in line discreetly googling baguette terminology) there was an English tourist who asked for a baguette while pointing at what was either a rustique or a sesame and I felt a bit worried for them, but the baker just clarified “this one?” to waive any responsibility if they found out later it wasn’t a classic baguette, then handed them the bread without educating them in a judgmental tone and I felt envious
I know it’s because she thinks the English are beyond saving but still it made me want to come back with a fake moustache and an English accent so I wouldn’t be expected to play bakery on expert mode just because I’m French. I asked for a pastry this time and the baker asked “no bread with that?” which felt cruel, like she wanted me to sprinkle myself with ashes and admit out loud that my level of bread proficiency isn’t as advanced as I once believed it was
The third time I went, I had lost all self-confidence and I hesitantly pointed at a bread and said “I’d like this, uh—what is it called?” and the baker looked at me in disbelief and said “That’s a baguette.”
God.
for the record, if that stupid bread had been flanked by a skinny bread (ficelle) and a fat one (flute) then yeah of course I would have known to call it a baguette, but in the absence of reference points I now felt lost and scared of being called a Parisian again
it’s hard to express the depth of my suffering so I’ll just let the facts speak for themselves: this morning a French person (me) stood in a French bakery in France surrounded by French people and pointed at a baguette and said “what is this called”
this is to the guy in the electronics department at walmart who when I approached and said “game” because it was the only word that would come to me, went “yeah” and walked me straight to tears of the kingdom, no questions asked
like it might just be me but i think calling anyone’s degree “useless” and “a waste of time” is fucking rude at best. absolutely unnecessary and it’s not just because i’m an english major that’s a fucked up thing to say about any field. there’s a reason all of them exist and the world needs professionals from the fields western society deems “useless” more than ever.
knowledge for the sake of knowledge, learning to really critically think, and collecting that knowledge to share with others will never be useless or a waste of time
I’m exactly the demographic where, for me, puberty coincided almost exactly with the arrival of the internet | MAE MARTIN: SAP (2023)
This. This is my millennial experience.
I’m not going to explain myself
this image feels appropriate to put here
He was about to show the reason why people called him howl
happy 1st birthday Howl Pegging Comic ❤️
HAPPY 200K HOWL PEGGING COMIC 😭👏 jesus christ
A mark on your forehead identifies the god you must worship to stay alive, usually by joining its local church or temple. Your mark is unknown, meaning an old, forgotten god sponsored you. To survive, you must either find an old temple to worship at, or do the arduous task of building a new one
Nobody in your small coastal village has ever seen the Godmark that you were born with. It’s a dark russet sequence of criss-crossing lines, with a vertical arrowhead on the left and a circle on the right, just over where your brow meets your temple. Some of the traders who come down from the mountain say it looks like one of the scripts used in the hinterlands, but not a language that any of them recognize.
“If she’s got the temperament for it, she should try her luck inland,” they advise. “No point her starting a temple here if she’d find her people elsewhere, with a little searching.”
At first, your parents are reluctant to send you away. Though you’re well-behaved and diligent in your chores, you’re a sickly child with no God to worship. And besides, you’ve always been the dreamy type–inclined to lose track of time watching the path of rain droplets chasing down the window, or the fronds of an anemone as it sways in a rock pool.
Instead, they send you to the temple of the Storm to learn all you’ll need for your own God. You are happy there, for a time: making up beds and serving food to the castaways who pass through, keeping vigil at the lighthouse, burning incense and praying with the loyal widows and orphans of the drowned.
One such widow, an old, old lady, touches the mark on your forehead. “I recognise those letters. We wrote this way in the town where I grew up, way off past the mountains.”
Your heartbeat quickens. “What does it say!?”
She squints, eyes engulfed by wrinkles and hidden behind smudged glass. “A… Ar… Oh, I can’t remember how to speak it. I left before I learnt my letters properly. There was a war, you know. But I remember,” she says, mistily, “the most beautiful pink and white flowers used to grow, on the borders of the wheat fields…”
You try to ask more questions, but remembering the war distresses her, and so you speak of other things. When she’s drifted off to sleep, you get to your feet, go home and tell your parents: you are leaving in search of your God.
obsessed with the concept of murderbot in a sun’s out guns out tank top (idea courtesy of @littletinydoom!)
Thoughts on beta reading (as a fic reader)?
Any posted fic should be beta read
I'm wary of fic that hasn't been beta read, but will try sometimes
I feel only mild trepidation about reading fic that hasn't been beta read
I would never personally post fic w/o a beta, but I don't judge others (much)
There are only very specific circumstances when I care about betas
Whether something is beta read doesn't factor into my reading preferences
I don't care but just want to gripe about 'No Beta We Die Like X' tagging
What even is beta reading?
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