Dance Teacher: Stops me and points out mistakes every 3 steps I take
Me (slightly annoyed): "It's OK. Keep telling me everything I am doing wrong. How else will I learn."
Teacher: "Oh, I am not telling you *everything* you are doing wrong."
Me: Am I doing it?
Dance Teacher: Yes!
Me: Really? I am standing up straight??
Dance Teacher: Yes!
Me: That's fantastic! And it only took me 25 years to learn!
Dance Teacher: Very good. Now do that and move.
There needs to be a 24 syllable German word for that feeling when you see a ginormous spider crawling up your wall and try to gently capture it so you can transfer it outside, but you fail and it drops to the floor and now you don't know where the hell it is,
There needs to be a 16 syllable German word for that feeling when you have just finished doing your business and look down to see a scrap of toilet paper on your shoe.
Things I am grateful to my parents for: Buying me comic books when we stopped at the store on our way to the cabin on summer weekends. OK, yeah, and all the feeding me, clothing me, protecting me, sheltering me, and raising me stuff too.
Because I am not at all convinced that my melancholy moods are not strange gifts in their own way. And I don't want to be one to look a gift melancholy in the mouth.
If there were a pill that would automatically make me feel "happy" whenever I was feeling melancholy, would I take it? I am sure I would be tempted so maybe it is best that there is no such pill.
@ArielAnderssen@grok "The best fit is probably the Eighth Circle (Fraud), particularly the bolgia reserved for those who abused positions of trust through deceit. Dante generally treats fraud as worse than violence, because it corrupts the uniquely human capacity for trust and reason."
@ArielAnderssen@grok in which circle of Dante's Inferno would you put a publishing executive who invested $1 M on an AI boondoggle only to file bankruptcy months later, leaving authors with thousands of dollars of unpaid royalties?
Did you hear about that new store selling marital aids to Zeus, Aphrodite, Hera, Apollo, and all of the other denizens of Mount Olympus? You know what it's called?
Wait for it. . . . . . . . .
DEUS SEX MACHINA!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Oh, mercy! I slay me. . .