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The Montreal part has me laughing like a hyena, and I don't know why.

Bel Throat, a condition of the larynx where the sufferer is unable to speak because of nervousness/anxiety. Often suffered by brides and grooms at the altar.

I was on a leash as a kid in the early '80s 😂 I forgot all about it until I saw this post. It was just when we were out shopping or something, it wasn't like I was tethered to a post in the back garden. But honestly, a leash on young toddlers just seems like a good idea to me, especially if you have 2 or more kids and you're all out together. Lots of tragedies could have been avoided if little Willy and his new superpower of self-determined locomotion wasn't able to suddenly take a sharp 45° turn and sprint headlong into oncoming traffic. Abductions would be a lot harder to pull off, too. Thinking of James Bulger, specifically 😔

I also think it's way nicer/less "abusive" than placing the kid in a buggy/stroller and wheeling their grumpy asses around like yer bell-ringing fella from Breaking Bad. They have zero freedom in that case, whereas on a leash they can at least walk around a bit and expend some of that crazy fizzy energy.

There's a reboot in the works, with [almost] all of the OG cast. Can't wait.

As a kid, I thought he was singing "Beelzebub has a devil for a sideboard" and I have never been able to correct it in my brain. I know what he's actually singing, but the misapprehension is indelible. I don't even know what I thought it meant, like he's a demonic sideboard? A sentient set of shelves that Beelzebub stores his malevolent vases on? 🤷‍

God: Obviously I'm not able to stop the gunman from becoming insane and buying a ranged hypodermic lethal injection device, he's way too powerful for me, but maybe I can use what little power I actually possess to slightly nudge this bullet away from a man who is objectively awful and into a man who saves lives for a living. Yeah, I'll do that.

Christofascists: SCORE!

Shit's treatable as fuck, especially depressive illnesses like, well, depression, but also bipolar and so on. If you look up the success rate of treatment for these things, you'll see that they're really, really good, all things considered. It 100% won't feel like anything will ever help you when you're in this state of mind - I know only too well - but trust me, your motivations and thoughts are off kilter right now, and with some help from the doc, you will look back on this time with bemusement.

It's like being horny. When you're in that state, you'll do - and want to do - things that you would not wanna do on a Monday morning as you get ready for work. You'll put things in your mouth that would probably make you puke if you thought about doing it in any other circumstance. Once you orgasm, and the post-nut clarity kicks in, you'll return to your normal state and will resume your normal thoughts. You won't be single-minded in your quest for an orgasm anymore, and you might even feel shame at what you were willing to do just 10 minutes earlier. But you can get back to your life. Right now, your brain is gooning for suicide. Your brain can go fuck itself. Get help, just go to your family doc and tell them what you're going through (I recommend writing out a list of symptoms/recurring thoughts to make it easier). If you're already in treatment and you feel it's not working, you need to let them know so they can try other medications or other more dramatic interventions like ECT or ketamine or something.

If you're afraid of being carted away and locked in a 17th century insane asylum, I can assure you of two things. First, you will not be hospitalised unless you explicitly tell the doc you plan on harming yourself. So you can safely tell them "I write drafts of my suicide note daily, I think about ending it all the time, I don't see a future, I think everyone would be happier if I were dead" etc. None of that will get you hospitalised against your will. Saying "when I get home I'm eating 100 pills and slitting my throat", that will get you hospitalised. The second thing I can assure you of is that, whatever nightmarish ideas you may have in your head of what it's like to be in a psych hospital, it's nothing like the movies. It's no different from a regular hospital. If I were talking to you 40 or 50 years ago, I would probably recommend you avoid the hospital at all costs. But in 2025, it's not a prison with nurses instead of wardens. It's not One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I know from personal experience, it's really not a big deal, especially if you're non-violent and are more of a threat to yourself. But even with all that said, you almost certainly won't be heading there against your will unless you tell the doc you have imminent plans to end your life. Depression is one of the leading causes of doctor visits these days, they sure as fuck can't hospitalise all such cases, so they definitely don't hospitalise people willy-nilly. And because it's such a widespread issue, the science has advanced in leaps and bounds just in the last couple of decades. For a doctor, and especially for a psychiatrist/psychologist, depression is pretty milquetoast shit. To the sufferer, it's literally so bad you would rather be dead than to feel it anymore. But as far as the docs are concerned, it's easy mode.

Get help, start with the family doc and go from there. If you're already getting help, tell them it's not fucking working. If you're scared of going to the doc, you can try a suicide helpline. The Samaritans is the obvious one, but there are countless others all over the world, and many of them have email as well as phonecalls if you prefer typing. They are trained to talk to people in your specific shoes, so don't be nervous about not knowing what to say, just ring and let them take the lead.

I promise you, things will get so much better and you'll look back on this period of your life like it happened to someone else.

I'm way too fat nowadays to be a monobloc enjoyer 😭

As a kid trick-or-treating in 1980s' N. Ireland, we used turnips. Carving those fuckers was an insanely dangerous and difficult thing for a child to do. They're rock solid all the way through. Brutal. And ugly as fuck, which is at least in keeping with the spirit of things!

If you don't wanna read Irish Central and have 20TB of cookies stored on your system, the Wikipedia article is better:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack-o%27-lantern

According to IMDb, the film was released in January this year (despite being a "2024" film), but this could well have been a festival release and not a general one, which is usually how it goes. Are you sure the film just hasn't been released commercially yet?

No we fucking won't 😂

If you get both top and bottom surgeries, you wraparound to the other end of the spectrum like Pac-Man and you're just cisgender again.