The FF seafood place reminds me that LJS was my Christmas Eve dinner last year.

I spent the week mostly in the keys. Arrived Christmas Eve, stayed in Florida City, the last place on the mainland. Checked into the hotel, then went for a walk down US1.

Hoped to get some Pollo Tropical (a nice change of pace on the FF front if anyone finds themselves in S Fla), but they were closed, and LJS was the only thing I found open.

I'm not a seafood fan, so had chicken. It filled me up, but is certainly nothing special. I imagine the seafood dishes are the same.

(BTW, Christmas dinner was a burger & fries at Schooner's Wharf in Key West. As you can see, holiday meals are not that big a deal to me. Just another day.)

You and Rich should hook up.

I thought chinese food restaurants were the only option on Christmas.

I lol'd way too hard at this.
Perfect placement tho.

I have dined at an IHOP--one year when water pipes were frozen for several days.

Also at Waffle House a few years when ex-MIL served only gumbo, which I did not care for at all.

Those were some of my best Christmas meals--given the circumstances.

Looks amazing.

How much is that?

Not cheap, $30. $2 more for BLT style. Really good though. Delicious food, right on the water. Surf Portsmouth

That is the shittiest $30 lobster roll I have ever seen, and I have seen some $30 lobster rolls son.

If you say so, certainly didn't taste shitty.

27, you ever get up here? HMU, I'll take you on a food/drink tour, son.

Sure, what area are you?

ROAD BEERS!

Thank you, I'll take 13 beers to go.

- Cop in Superbad

Right off 95 in Portsmouth.

Real talk, how often do you think about dying?

I'm probably an outlier, but I contemplate death several times a day. Whatever happens to my soul, I'm positive the me that I know as "me" will completely cease to exist one day. My energy or whatever may be recycled in some form, but there's no way my ego escapes this body.

It's terrifying, frustrating, and depressing all at the same time. I don't say this to be a downer, it's not like I dwell on this within a deep pit of melancholy. It is what it is.

I've been preoccupied with my mortality for a LONG time. (Really being dismayed at the extremely small likelihood of an afterlife.)

I've come to peace with it in the last couple of years.

♫pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side...♫



A lot.

I'm gonna be pissed if I die before they cure aging.

Actually, it'd be worse to die after they cure aging.

Sometime in my mid 40's, I became acutely aware of my mortality. And at least in passing, I think about it everyday. Occasionally, it is depressing but never crippling. More like curiosity. Mainly, only because we have no idea what really happens.

I think the thing that bothers me the most is that I am a generation away from no one ever uttering my name again.

I'll always remember what M said about your package bro.

My kids know.

Their kids will know.

I've always liked...



The last part can be excluded, personally. I fear a lot of shits.


My main problem is I'm out in space a lot now and the more you go, the more everything around me becomes trivial and meaningless. Sometimes I'll be listening to someone speak and I will begin to think about how ****ing weird it is that this bag of meat in front of me is making noises that I am processing constantly to obtain the meaning, and then I'll focus on their eyes and be like 'those are balls of fluid that constantly send images to a bag of jelly electronically', and I just constantly tumble down these rabbit holes of meaninglessness mixed with amazement, etc.


There, you ****ing happy now!

heh, I had a roommate who was watching it and I was like "Wtf is this ****?" I think I only watched longer than 30 seconds because it was the same voice actor that plays archer.

Now I think it's great. I even dressed up as Tina for Halloween a few years ago

Yeah, exactly. Like, I know the triviality of existence should give me an extra level of confidence, but it doesn't.
Haha yes, that's what I'm talking 'bout.

How so? Sometimes I will feel poignant moments of acceptance, but it's always fleeting.

I agree with much of this.

I think about it frequently. I really believe that when I die, that will be the last bit of consciousness this entity ever has.

To me, the scary part isn't in not existing anymore, its the knowing that I'm about to not exist, and not have any say over it.

My biggest fear is the maybe couple seconds of knowing that you're about to meet catastrophe. I lived it out a couple years ago when I ran up the ass of a semi truck. I thought I was going to make contact and then eternal blackness. I would have been so disappointed to not see Shohei Ohtani play in the major leagues. I even told the EMTs that when I was out of this world on ketamine.

If I were to die today, it would be really disappointing to not see how this current situation plays out over the next couple years.

My anxiety is about feeling life ripped away from me, be it an accident or heart attack, etc. If I were to be sniped from behind, I really believe that I would never even have the slightest clue about it, I would just cease to exist. It's oddly comforting.

It is a constant subject of thought. How it affects many lives and actions of people/characters in movies, etc. Everyone knows its inevitable, and most importantly, irreversible. There's no mulligan for that.

This is great. I always appreciate those who think beyond the obvious that we've come to accept.

No one gets out alive. Without death, life is meaningless.