Cockroach Milk: Yes. You Read That Right

Oh sure, I’m not saying it’s just judo or martial arts or anything.

My point is that I’m thankful my mom made my 7-year old ass listen to someone who taught falling safely, as I fell quite frequently. And for some 20 years I did not realise just how strong the effect of the conditioning had been. Which was very good.

I’m sure you’d agree that someone just reading the instructions even if they’re perfect, would have a hard time achieving doing them on the first time. That those kind of things, tucking your chin and exhaling on impact, really only become familiar once you’ve drilled them again and again and again and again. I don’t exactly like repetition, and that judo course as a kid is one of the only things I’ve ever repeated before I was like 27. (Nowadays I do rewatch a lot of shows, I didn’t used to do that)

I survived because mom made me take judo at like a rather early age, I think I was like around six or seven. But practicing falling down safely. Ukemi.

Ukemi (受け身) refers to the art of safe falling and breakfalls in Japanese martial arts, such as judo and aikido, literally translating to “receiving body”. It is a critical skill for absorbing the impact of throws or takedowns, protecting the head and body, and ensuring training safety.

Like I didn’t even know I had that skill, but since these electric scooters and bikes and whatnot have come super popular and I’ve owned a few myself, I’ve been in way more falls and crashes than I was as a kid. Even somewhat serious ones.

But I never hit my head, and just found myself on the ground slightly winded.

In one I apparently made it sone 3m into the air, I remember seeing a car drive in front of me and then ground-sky-ground-sky-ground-sky. Luckily the dude wanted to call the cops (as he was blaming me for his wannabe tuned bmw got a bit smashed). Cops came and noted how it wasn’t my fault. The other dude had to pay a few hundred euros to me for ribs and whatnot.

Anyway how I’ve survived, literally, is intuitively shielding my head and falling the right way. Without even knowing it. I just realised after like a half a dozen crashes that it can’t be luck.

I should really start wearing a helmet.

No no, Big Library just isn’t Big enough to stick it to Big IP, so that’s why it seems like it even though I know librarians are still much the same.

I’m not saying they’re not, or that the librarians are any more capitalist than they were in the 90’s. I’m just saying it feels like they are.

I think she’s actually talked about how she’d have been trans if she had been born in a more trans-friendly age.

Like you also theorise, maybe that’s what making her so mad, other trans people getting to have lives outside the closet when she was too afraid to.

Oh wait you had that in there

She has even said that she wished she was a boy.

My bad read it too fast

And apparently Gene Roddenberry wasn’t an entirely perfect human being either.

I mean, yeah, sure, I guess that’s a decent solutions in terms of modern IP shit.

But like, we all know you’re not returning anything and if you wanted, you could also copy it for yourself.

I just dislike how it feels like when it was actually books, they had actual reasons to everything. There’s a queue because there’s limited copies. You need to return it and if you’re late there’s a fee, because it’s from other people’s time, etc. Nowadays that all feels like larping just to protect large companies IP’s essentially. Because digital copies don’t actually get returned.

Like when I was a kid I would’ve never thought a librarian would say “you’re not allowed to read that anymore”. Or that I couldn’t copy a thing down at home from one of their books. But now as your tokens to ebooks expire, it kinda does feel like that.

How do you return a borrowed ebook…?

Huh. I, on the other hand, have weirdly intrusive thoughts with smaller blades, like a kitchen blender or an uncovered fan, but a helicopter doesn’t faze me. Although can’t say I’ve ever been in one, but I’ve been very close by.

Anyway when blending shit I sometimes have intrusive thoughts. I don’t think I’d have a garbage disposal like I see in the movies. They’re probably not even allowed here in Finland, and my laziness would want one, but my accident-prone-ass knows I probably shouldn’t get one even if I could.

I once bought a mandolin for my kitchen. Here’s Jeremy Clarkson demonstrating what happens to everyone who buys their first mandolin without having read the stories.

How are you with kitchen blenders?

I can help with that.

You seem like you’d be a genuine arsehole in real life. (Just being honest.)

I don’t see how that’s too relevant. The comic isn’t about having kids per se. It’s about just giving up kids you’ve already had, which is quite different.

I was in three separate supermarkets at least. Easter here as well, obvs, but most stores are open. I tried looking for easter candies, as I wanted specific choccie eggs, and despite Easter not even being technically over yet, no-one had any.

They come to the stores like 2 months before Easter and the day of Easter they vanish like Jesus from the cave.

Pic related it’s the type of egg I was looking for. They’re solid chocolatenougat in real eggshell. Handmade. Recipe is from like the 1800’s.

Tailgaters. Rich kids in their daddie’s cars, not knowing how to drive responsibly or even properly.