Oh, gotcha, my bad, I misread it.
I don't have any coding knowledge, so I'm a bit useless here sorry.
Wouldn't it be possible to just add the site like?
Lemme.ee##div.post-listing:has(span:has-text("/motherjones.com/i"))
I'm assuming the code ignores hyperlinks and just looks at the code to find a certain string?
I tilted my head in the opposite direction. Until I went to save ot, that I realised I could've just turned my phone.
Oh, good, I'm glad it helped.
I will always suggest that if it's not gonna cause other issues, get a bike.
I won't lie, I'm one of the types that does little dances on ot when the right songs come on. And singing. But somehow, I can still concentrate on it, it is really relaxing.
You don't even have to jump straight to the big ones. Even a 125, whilst it won't give the full experience, will be more than enough to see if you can get on with them.
I'm gonna be honest. I find it really hard to describe the feeling. I'll try, though, but I'll try. Sorry if it doesn't make sense.
It's not just a mode of transportation to me, at least. There's an insane sense of freedom to it. The adrenaline from having sports car acceleration speeds just straight between your legs. It's like when people say to play music as a coping mechanism. Only this mechanism isn't just sitting around. It actively forces your mind off those things. Like, yeah, you'll think about it. You may still have those megatove thoughts. But they just sorta melt away and get blasted away, almost. The raw sounds of the engine, only adding to it. Ot drains it all out, (If you like the sound, I personally have a stock exhaust, as thays more than enough, I really enjoy the sound of just amy exhaust, well, except the shitty tinny ones thay oiss everyone off. Or the unnecessarily loud ones)
And the fact that you are sat on top of a solid block of steel, with thousands of explosions happening right there. Woth a fuel tank just above it. Kicking out insane power, even a 67hp 650cc. With pretty much nothing protecting you. One slight mistake, and it all goes tits up. But you're in control of it. And it's gonna keep you upright if you handle it. It's relaxing. I also think it helps because you can feel what the bike is doing. Even with slight inputs.
Keanu Reeves said, "If you ride a bicycle, you can kind of understand."
Sorry if thays too long and doesn't make sense. And sorry if it's kinda cringe. But, I truly do love the bike.
(Also, from what I've seen, the biker community is insanely inclusive and nice. Even just riding past another rider. Just that simple gesture of "Hey man," it makes you feel like you're somewhere you belong)
1: My motorbike - hands down my best purchase. That has single handedly done more for my mental health than the last 9 years of various anti depressants.
2: My PC - the same as others. It's just nice to be able to have the option to do just about everything.
3: A car - I didn't really buy this. My mum gave it to me as a first car. It's not the flashiest. It's just the most basic type. But I love it. I spent 23 years just putting off getting my licence until I just decided to get it just to get it out of the way. And I have missed put on so much by it. The sense of freedom, not having to rely on getting lifts, or getting public transport. (Not opposes to public transport. It's just that where I live, it's a pain for commuting)
Yeee. I started smoking from anxiety and depression.
10 years later, and now im stuck with an addiction I wish I had never started. It stopped doing anything for me quite a few years back. Very occasionally, it helps settle me. But like. It's straight up not even worth it, when I can manage that lot woth literally anything else.
You good, buddy? I hope you're okay.
Unless it's literally just the mundaneness of human life. Then u can get behind that.
Or, figure out if you are lactose intolerant. And if you are? Fill yourself up with dairy and be a true menace.
Just don't shit yourself. Otherwise, you're just the weird guy who shits himself.
I use a knife and fork to eat pizza. I start with the crust and work my into the middle.
Someone really needs to start making actual bourbon biscuits.
Like, yeah, they're the best and all that. But, what if I need that bit of something to get me through the day? I can't have a drink at 9 am because it's frowned upon. But a biscuit? Yeah, that's calm.
Or we could band together and pretend the chicken is the dog. And the dog is the chicken.
This, however, could lead to some very interesting AI generated recipes.
To be fair, I don't think her views are all that important. Especially when she was alive. But at least she's rotting now. So that's good.