Deadbeat Bat Dad

moldposting the night away

Smokable cocaine has a name.

Forelock touchers stay defeated.

They're trying to kill sleep.

I guess what I'm ultimately saying is that you have to meet the dog where they're at and there are no gadgets that will "fix" (extremely heavy air quotes) them.

Also, if I'm telling you that the dog isn't friendly, please let us move away.

A click and a slight wrist pulse will do much more to keep us out of trouble than any electronic shit.

A leash is not just a restraint, it's a communication device. Even with a dog who is leash reactive, if there's a trigger that shuts down their ears, I can still use the leash and my body to block them from the trigger, if need be. I can preempt a reaction by turning us around.

I'm not a professional by any stretch of the imagination, but it never ever seemed like the appropriate tool for the job.

If they start doing something that's dangerous to themselves or others the thing is to stop the bad thing from happening. Aggravating them seems counterproductive.

For reasons I've spent a fair bit of time with large, reactive and not well socialized dogs trying to get them to trust humans and receive love again, and also function in mixed company.

At no point have electronic collars ever entered the picture.

They're all the kind of guys who microwave fish in the lunch room.

Imagine getting fired over email during the most important religious holiday of your faith and this erstwhile colleague of yours is dancing on your pink slip.

That was very "supportive granddad" coded of me, but you know what I mean. Other people being happy and proud of doing stuff fucking rules.

I understand nothing but I appreciate your enthusiasm for drawing a milk enjoyer.

Something something arc of whatever.

Not all genres all the same, not all are collaborative. But when you replace everything with perfectly aligned samples you're robbing yourself of the possibility of a beautiful fucked moment. And that's just sad.

Even if you're just using machines, let the MIDI clock slip. See what happens.

It's the same in the studio. Yeah, we could cut every instrument separately to a click. At least it'll be mediocre, right? But then when you're mixing you're fighting to create something coherent out of a pile of parts. Nobody is reacting. There's no bleed reinforcing the sound. Just bits.

There's something unholy about the fear of fucking up completely removing the possibility of something transcendent happening.

Some of my favorite on-stage memories are from a fuck-up followed by a beautiful recovery. A mistake leading to everyone else figuring shit out in the span of a bar.

Live music may be a stretch but point made.

A horrific afters or two later most people are able to learn.

They're just keeping the population of prey men in check.

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Who could possibly know if this guy was cool or not.

Portland has small plates municipal infrastructure?

It survived the Borgias!

Catch you on the other side

God I hate that son of a bitch liar scumbag.

It's so rare to see crustposting on here, a real delight!

None of you are free of sin.

Incredibly majestic!

I get the feeling you might enjoy Hiatus - The Brain (Belgian Crust)
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Her name sounds like that of an ancient tory pervert who's the failed heir of an investment bank or something.

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