Thanksgiving 2019, went to meet the family at a “fancy” sort of pub out in the sticks for Thanksgiving dinner because all of us were too busy to deal with a traditional get together. Naturally, everybody had their fill until regret as it goes and everybody went back their separate ways.

It wasn’t until a couple hours later I started feeling queasy and figured I just needed to sleep off the copious amounts of food I’d eaten, so I went to bed. Until 11pm. I had to rush to the bathroom and rotate between facing the toilet, and sitting on it, for about 20 minutes expelling everything my body could muster. After I got back to bed, it came back every hour like clockwork for about 7 hours, except I’d already been empty after the first episode. I finally got to sleep and spent the next 36 hours trying to remain asleep so as not to feel the pain, and ultimately didn’t eat anything for the next four or five days, except small amounts of chicken broth, water, and ginger ale.

This got a chuckle out of me! One of the best responses I’ve read this morning.

I heard/read years ago “86ing” came from the old west referring to killing somebody. You’d take them “80 miles out” and bury them “6 feet deep.”

Right? Taking even the people who disappeared into account, and their gut biomes, would you not consider them all as part of all life?

If so, there may be some survivors with all of their guy biomes perfectly intact, and others who get unfortunately zilched.

:.|:;

Belphegor. My friend used to listen to them in high school a lot when I was just getting into metal, and 10 years later I started giving them a go. Now I’ve been listening to them with some regularity and have some favorite songs, which also show up in my rotation regularly.

That’s… actually morbidly beautiful