@amin snagged a sticker, you should push that more! Will go well with my many anti censorship type stickers I currently have on my laptop lid.

@tripplehelix @amin

Laptop lid photo NAO. Give.

@rl_dane @amin Only started recently.

@tripplehelix @rl_dane
Oh, lovely!

I upped my sticker game today, myself. Lemme take a pic real quick.

@tripplehelix @rl_dane

Here you are.

@amin @rl_dane Oh wow your shiny pregant slime sticker looks sick. Is that the 12?

Also, that foots going right into my special folder.

@tripplehelix @rl_dane

Yeah, haha, 12th-gen intel, batch two.

Also, that foots going right into my special folder.

foots?

@tripplehelix @rl_dane

Oh, haha, yeah, that's classic Amin, sitting cross-legged on a recliner.

@amin @rl_dane I slowly got myself to be able to sit cross-legged to help reach my feet, however you lose that ability faster than gaining it if you stop stretching.

@tripplehelix @rl_dane

Yeah, it was a necessary skill in Afghanistan, where instead of couches we had long cushions (toshacs and I know RL is gona have a different transliteration but so be it). I don't know that I ever saw a chair in our city, at least not that wasn't brought from somewhere else by a westerner.

@amin @tripplehelix

I have vague memories of eating sitting down on the floor, but I haven't been close to the floor in many, many, many, many, many, many, many years.

@rl_dane @amin @tripplehelix perpetually stoned?

@jorgaborg @amin @tripplehelix

Not me, I'm a total Puritan when it comes to chemicals.

I mean, I'm not puritanical to others that live differently than me, I happily sit next to people at bars and drink my soda or whatever, but from personal experience, knowing my own tendencies, my personal past, I never touch the stuff.

The closest I ever get to intoxicants/drugs is communion wine and a good strong cuppa tea or coffee (or #YerbaMate).

No, I came from a country where it was normal to eat on the floor, even for middle-class families.

Sadly, that is no longer a habit of mine.

I remember going to the Japanese Gardens in San Francisco about a decade ago and seeing a little Japanese lady sitting on her knees for several minutes and doing inventory on the very bottom shelf of the gift shop, right on the floor.

My knees hurt for her, but she didn't seem to be in any discomfort.