Saraphim

I’ve seen this movie. This isn’t going to end well. If anyone needs me I’ll be in my basement preparing for a post apocalyptic hellscape.

I don’t know if I agree with you here. This isn’t as petty as you seem to feel it is. The cultural significance of her impersonation is big and it’s definitely news worthy. News is more than stabbings and explosions.

This whole scandal has blown my Canadian mind more than anything I can remember. She has done an impressive job of bringing attention to First Nations people, and indigenous people in Canada overall, her Piapot family clearly loves and claims her. BUT, she’s also literally a colonizing liar who has benefitted off the struggle of our indigenous people. It turns out she wasn’t an advocate at all but an identity thief. I feel like everything I ever knew was a lie. Next someone’s going to tell me stompin’ Tom kept women chained up in his basement. Frig.

The one factor they always neglect to discuss in this housing crisis is that … well, we are in a housing crisis. That means there is a substantial number of these evictions that are actually valid (granted there are also a lot of shit, scumbag landlords). But we all know someone struggling right now for housing. If you’re a boomer with an extra property, you probably also have a kid, or a nephew/niece or other younger person/family who is struggling with housing, and they need a place to stay, and they want to move in to these properties. This will only get worse as housing becomes less affordable.

I’m not saying this is the only reason, but it certainly contributes to the spike we are seeing in overall applications.

Please god someone post an ai pic of a borg in flannel

I’m in Ontario. I’ve never heard the term “thuggy Mennonite” but it’s fucking perfect.

You look real good man. Get that job!

Dammit. I win. And not.

I’m proud to be a Canadian today. This guy is a legend. Too bad he’s about to go through a bureaucratic nightmare.

I had to work on this issue. I used to massively overcook. My house was always the place people just showed up. I had two kids, friends, family, so I was constantly ready to feed an army. Now one is out of the house, the other isn’t home most of the time and husband works evenings. We don’t have company like we used to before Covid, so unannounced guests happen rarely.

I have to be conscious at all times about what I’m cooking. First I had to admit that my perception of how much food I needed was just wrong and could not be trusted. I started using recipes - even for things I know how to make- purely to reference serving sizes. And when all else failed, however much I felt I needed to make, I’d just make half of that

It took some practice but now I make reasonable sized meals and have few leftovers.

5% after 20 years of stagnated wages is still unimpressive if you ask me. And those wages have gone up because workers just won’t work for less. But immigrants will. The government gets their tax dollars.

Obviously it’s more complex but the housing crises, wages, inflation, it’s all connected and relative to each other. We are so screwed

I do not poop at parties. Ever. I am completely traumatized by a house party I went to when I was 18 or 19 where I used the bathroom after someone had dropped a massive deuce and not flushed. So of course I flushed before I went - and the toilet overflowed and I had to run out and find my friends parents in a sea of about a hundred people and tell them what happened.

You know damned well everyone thought I had done it.

Never got to poop. Never tried to poop at a party again. I’m 45. I’ll hold it until I die before I go through that again.