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Patrick
@thebrazenbeard.bsky.social
This is where my musings live. 3 Simple Rules to Engaging With My Middle-aged Ass: 🚫 narrow-mindedness 🚫 politics 🚫 bigotry (except toward Flat Earthers; they're my 1 exception) https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B0CBK6NHJL
If I could find a way to stop being closed-off...
Lumbergh: That Would Be Great Meme
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Women are better at killing than men. They typically don't want credit because they're just solving a problem. I mean... good morning?
Women are better at killing than men. They typically don't want credit because they're just solving a problem. I mean... good morning?
Right before we did this, 16 asked what happens if it doesn't break. I said I hadn't considered it, but I had thought about "what if it breaks evenly." It means we both get a wish
Dear fellow travelers of the Bluesky, I fear that Monday is upon us— Remain vigilant. Stay safe on this horrid day for it tends to be the most tumultuous one of the week. 👀 With minimal sincerity, Me
$6/lbs for ground turkey? Not for my cheap ass. I got a 10lbs yield from a 16lbs bird for $18, and I'm making bonus turkey stock. Take that, grocery prices!
If someone says they speak French, everyone nods. When I say I speak machine, people think it's a joke. Sensing frequency drift, vibrational signatures, heat profiles, chemical traces, and mechanical harmonics is literally just another form of language. Machines speak; people just don't listen.
Dammit. I accidentally waterboarded myself and now everything smells like bananas. 👃😤🍌
"They're just going to ask you trivial questions like 'what kind of animal would you be?'" Me preparing the supply chain liaison for an interesting lunch:
Here's a 1-week meal plan I created with my GPT. It includes: • shopping list • meal prep • recipes • storage
Good morning, Bluesky people. I found out the food pyramid I grew up being indoctrinated with was bullshit controlled by corporate lobbyists. Even the current USDA "MyPlate" isn't accurate. To fight the man, I created a GPT for healthy meal planning in the US. chatgpt.com/g/g-6911ba4f...
Good morning, Bluesky people. I found out the food pyramid I grew up being indoctrinated with was bullshit controlled by corporate lobbyists. Even the current USDA "MyPlate" isn't accurate. To fight the man, I created a GPT for healthy meal planning in the US. chatgpt.com/g/g-6911ba4f...
ChatGPT - MyHealthyPlate Pro
U.S.-based, WHO-aligned, plant-forward recipe expert with zero ultra-processed foods.
chatgpt.com
Beanbag chairs aren't seating. If I wanted to sit on a beanbag, I'd be running around all Winnie the Pooh style.
If you need more reasons to not use Facebook/Instagram/whatever else "Meta" is. I finally broke down and deleted mine last week. www.cnbc.com/2025/11/06/m...
Zoom in and the first tag you see is how your November will go I'm going to have quite the macrbe morherhood.
Fairy Tale Elements?
Did you know the company known for their turkey, Butterball, emerged in the 1940s in Chicago? Also around that time, vast amounts of plump children, displaced by the Great Depression, mysteriously disappeared in neighboring Indiana towns. You should really learn the history of things I made up.
Did you know the company known for their turkey, Butterball, emerged in the 1940s in Chicago? Also around that time, vast amounts of plump children, displaced by the Great Depression, mysteriously disappeared in neighboring Indiana towns. You should really learn the history of things I made up.
If being bipolar were turned into a song, Csárdás by Vittorio Monti would be it.
STOP 🛑 Mandatory wallpaper check! (Please note: My teenager's face is not really that blurry—unless he got into the 'shine again... 🤔)
Today I leaned: Gear oil smells so bad because of all the sulfur-based additives.
No editor will float me any money, and it looks like this book’s never getting off the ground. Guess you’ll remain a mystery, anti-gravity.
Cop: “Do you know how fast you were going?” Heisenberg sighs. “Not anymore. But at least now I know where I'm at."