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Well, why the hell would I drag my ass to a theater to see a retread of a movie made by the same studio, when the studio already has a bad track record with remakes?

Like maybe beauty and the beast was a solid enough standalone movie to merit a theater trip. Maybe. But even that wasn’t necessary, it was still just a retread made to keep their finger in the pie. It didn’t offer anything more than the original, unless you’re a hard core Watson fan.

The rest? Tepid at best.

Why would anyone think that this movie, with trailers that already show the cgi brings nothing interesting to the table, spend money on it?

Alas, while I do have a bias against religion in general, it isn’t because I’m christian

Dude, you’ve been on lemmy 4 days.

Maybe try getting into the vibe here before suggesting stuff that nobody really liked on reddit in the first place

Jfc, no.

Karma was part of the problem with reddit, we don’t need or want it here

This cat has seen some shit!

Jesus, Nothing Else Matters, Metallica.

The song is indelibly linked to one of the best friends I ever had.

Me and him, arm in arm at a concert we had to drive hours to see. My first real concert, and the biggest one he’d been to.

So that song, every time I hear it, it takes me back to those two sweaty, goofy boys singing horribly along, and him leaning into my ear and saying “this is what it’s all about, brother, friendship, and nothing else matters.” And that opens up the doors to every other memory of him. All the silliness, all the tears, all the laughter and mutual support. And definitely the memory of him dying, and the funeral and all the chaos of that.

But it’s the happiness that wins out, every time. Images, thirty years old at this point, of him telling jokes and reading poetry and just being a fucking amazing guy. His rosy cheeks when we’d be fucking around in the southern heat, or headbanging, or lifting weights. He was such a rosy cheeked guy lol.

And all it takes is hearing the intro to that song for those memories to pour out.

What’s cool is that when I run across old pictures of him, or someone brings him up, the song plays in my head.

Gods, we were so fucking young lol.

But do they give wah?

Not every town allows it, not every home has the room, not every household has the resources, etc, etc, etc.

Pretty much the same as anywhere, really.

Fwiw, depending on the number of conditions chickens you have a “small” coop isn’t realistic.

You can’t keep chickens in the coop 24/7. Well, I guess you can, but you’d be an asshole if you did. They need light and air and exercise and mental activity, and you don’t get that in a coop.

So, you need enough space for them too. A decent sized yard can provide that.

Oh, wait, now the chickens are eaten by a neighbor’s dog; oh well!

Build a chicken run. Solves the roaming problems.

But now, snakes and small predators can get to your chickens because they can’t run away.

But, if you just fence in your yard, there’s still predator access in different ways.

I get the impression that folks really don’t know how much wild animal life there is in the US, even in cities. Like, I used to live in a fairly big city, and we still got raccoons in the garbage, and coyotes occasionally rolling through the streets.

In my town, we’re on the edge of farmlands and mountains. We don’t get the big critters like bear and cougars, but you better believe we have foxes and coyote, and feral dogs, and snakes and hawks, and the list can go on

Just in the last month my rooster has been in three fights with other animals that got inside our fence. And we aren’t outside of town. Before we had chickens? Never saw a coyote inside the fence, or a feral dog. Foxes were rare. And easy to keep out because they only came in when the fence got damaged; they weren’t trying to get in.

We also didn’t have as many mice trying to move in (which you deal with on the edge of farmlands anyway, but it was less) to get their food.

Chickens ain’t exactly a casual decision is what I’m getting at.

Maybe wherever you are, the towns are far enough off from that kind of stuff, and you can just let them roam all over with little or no risk, I dunno. But you can’t do that everywhere here for sure.

Also, if you didn’t already have chickens before the bird flu started hitting, they aren’t cheap now. Even breeds that aren’t considered great layers have gone up in price. Our pet hen was less than ten bucks, and she’s a fancy breed. The same bird would be twice that now, from the same breeder, and that’s in less than two years.

In specific for this, yes. But also in general

Is using a fork of something really an actual solution? It’s still enabling the dominance of the original corporation.

I dunno, maybe it is, but it sure doesn’t seem like it to me

Frankly, we don’t need Luigi, we Tyler Durden

Maybe? My family is from the southern Appalachians, but we’ve spread all over.

One ancestor married and had kids with a polish lady, and moved to Pennsylvania. So, that branch tended to marry with other polish descended people more often than not. Their accent is different from people I’ve known from Pennsylvania, which includes some of my wife’s family.

So I tend to believe that the polish american accent does exist. Thing is, I don’t know enough about Chicago’s history to even start to pick away at their accents and how they came about. But I would still say that if there’s been a significant Polish population there, it’s almost certain that there is one

Yeah, very true. And it’s not bad at all. Maybe not great, but definitely an interesting and repeatable combo. Does okay with peanut butter too, on a sandwich, as long as you go super light on the marmite.

Dammit, are you really going to make me put marmite on a cookie now?

Like, I did the banana thing because it needed to be done. But this? Too far, sir; too far!

Nah, while I’m not going to get cookies just for this, I’m going to try it next time we get or make cookies.

Yeah, I enjoy the movie a good bit. It has some minor flaws, but they caught the feelof the Odd verse very well.

And I don’t think any story involving a rooster can be boring. They just don’t allow themselves that luxury lol. If you want, there’s a weekly post on !casualconversation@lemm.ee (I think that’s the right instance, I’ll check here in a second and edit this if my memory is messing with me) about pets; I semi regularly have stories on there, and most of them are our rooster roostering.

I can see your story in my head too. Just chilling, enjoying the company of love, some wine and a friendly vintner, and then cock-a-doodle-doo right in your face. Chickens have zero chill in that regard.

It really is.

I’d legit cuddle that pig too though

Being real, even “light” PTSD is no joke. Compared to some combat PTSD survivors I’ve known, my version is a cake walk. Like, support group meetings can get real because folks can trigger each other, and the vets, they can sometimes totally dissociate from the world around them because the trauma is just that deeply ingrained and suffused into their system. But that doesn’t mean your trimmed traumas amd symptoms aren’t absolute hell too. A different area of hell, yeah, but still

Me, it took years of group therapy, 1 on 1 therapy, and support groups to get to the point where I was stable enough to return to life on a realistic level. Time helps for sure, but I’d not be here without the external support to get that time.

That’s one of my favorite series of books.

And, yes, your comment made me laugh :)

I feel you :)

Oh, she’s a little cutie pie. Pad trained (mostly) and she loves cuddles when she’s sleepy.

She’ll hop up on the bed, where her pad is laid out, then preen a little. Then she comes over to me and nestles in to my side, wiggling her little butt, then she’ll take a nap. That’s if I’m already asleep. My wife has watched it happen a goodly number of times lol

Sometimes, she’ll see and hear me yawning and start trilling and do the same little routine, but she’ll also peck lightly at my arm or whatever to get me into position. When she was younger, she’d want my arm over her; not touching, but over.

When I’m not showing signs of being sleepy, she will.

She paces back and forth a little, fluffing up and trilling until I pay her attention. Then she’ll waggle her tail and bok at me until I settle into position so that she can either lay up against my side, or against my arm. Then she’ll purr a bit. If I don’t lay my head down, she’ll peck at my arm until I do. But once my head’s down, she settles in and drops off. Since my old ass can usually nap at any time, I tend to drowse a little even when I’m not tired, just because it’s easier than doing stuff that might wake her up.

This damn bird lol. Between her and the rooster, who is not allowed on the bed when he’s inside the house, there’s always something going on.

Lmao! I’m writing this, and she’s in the living room with my kid. I hear a loud pweep! that is a chicken sneeze, followed by my kid going “awwwwwuuughh! She sneezed in my mouth!” Well, if you didn’t keep trying to kiss her, your face wouldn’t get hit.

I can’t say I’d recommend chickens as pets across the board; they’re messy and more expensive than you’d think, and they take a good bit of work. But mine are worth it. If you’d told me at this time in 2023 that by this time in 2025, I’d allow a chicken in my house at all, I’d have told you you were crazy. But a few months later, the hen that was actually a rooster had come along, and then the actual hen, and here we are, creeping up on two years of chickening, and happy with it.