I was pretty upset when Kaos got cancelled. I didn’t even think I’d like it, but absolutely loved it. I guess the creator has three seasons in mind, a short series, and they cancelled it after one.

Mad disappointed. It still plays okay as a first season, but my god I want to know what happened next

I struggle to sleep without my husband. I need my feet to touch his, at least. We share a queen bed, even use the same blanket (it is a King blanket though). Im really surprised so many folks don’t sleep in the same bed at their partner here. Nothing wrong with it, I’m just surprised.

Maybe things will change when we are older, but I couldn’t imagine.

I literally just said it was relevant to me. Im not gonna argue with someone who sees music as a waste of time. Band was an elective. Accounting was also an elective (in high school). I took both.

For you, maybe.

Playing music is still my number one coping skill for stress, and still my number one activity that raises my self esteem.

I have done nothing with my music knowledge except enjoy it for myself. I played this recorder here, then clarinet, then bass clarinet, and finally today I only play bass guitar.

Still love it, and am grateful to have discovered I enjoyed playing when I was ten years old from school band. My band teacher was awesome. She encouraged me at a time no other adult did.

Edit, in middle school we learned the theme song from Jurassic Park. It was the first time I got shivers when we’d play it together on stage. What an incredible feeling. And now, some 25 years later, that theme song still rotates in my brain music playlist. I still remember that feeling on stage the night we performed it on stage in concert. Absolutely incredible.

Massive trucks? They need those trucks for truck stuff, like this giant dilhole parking with his wife to go to Aldi today. Not even a flag on the end of that ladder, it filled a whole spot by itself.

My couch wouldn’t fit in that bed, and every giant truck I see is sparkling shiny and looks like it hasn’t done a day of hard labor, much like the drivers.