southsamurai

Don’t forget the Tick and that one BPRD agent in the Hellboy movie

But, but a fediverse without trolls is like an egg without salt; yeah, you can eat them, but they don’t return the favor and leave you wanting to shove something into them.

Lemmy is not, and never has been private. It’s highly public

Break the shaft in half, now you have two spears.

Only one problem with this.

A spear is superior to a gladius any day. I will fight on that hill. And win, because I have a spear, obviously.

Ikr?

I’d be impressed as hell, and at least salute them as I died from my severed arm bleeding me out

Are we talking about the iris again?

Dude. Whatever.

That’s literally what I said originally

Well, no, it doesn’t mean that. That is one meaning out of a solid eight or nine, depending on what dictionary you use.

Also, seems like you’re being pretty strict about what it and isn’t strict. If you’re that inflexible about that, what else are you inflexible about?

That’s a perfect example of where it isn’t strict, it’s abuse. Or at least right on the border.

Also, damn. I’m sorry you went through that. I’m just glad you found a doc that handled things right.

Yeah, it’s a thing. Word usage varies. One range of the various usages of strict is adhering to, or enforcing adherence to, a set of rules. It can also mean that part of “strict” is enforcing discipline to maintain those rules.

Taken to its extreme, it edges into authoritarian behaviors. But the usual, more typical usage would be far less extreme.

As an example, ever hear of a strict vegetarian? That just means that don’t deviate from the diet. That’s it.

The problem comes in when the usage of it as unnecessary, arbitrary, and cruel enforcement of rules for their own sake takes over. There are plenty of abusive people that would call themselves strict, despite violating boundaries and social mores in the process, which means they’re just pretending.

But there is a difference between a kid being tightly supervised and abuse. There’s an even bigger difference for having expectations for a kid’s behavior and activity and abuse. Both of those are strict, but not abuse.

The key to that difference is usually in how boundaries are handled. You also get different outcomes, and if the methodology being used isn’t adjusted to the individual kid, it’s often going to feel abusive no matter what the intent is.

Not all kids are going to respond the same way to any parenting methodology. Twins can even respond differently. So you absolutely have to be ready to adjust what you’re strict about and how that’s applied if you want to stay in line with the right balance of structure, support, and freedom. What one kid thrives with, the next may utterly reject and be harmed in the attempt.

Strict is only “bad” when the structure is bad.

Being strict about not playing with fire is a good thing. Being strict about never going near a campfire is, at best neutral, and could be bad when taken to an extreme. Being strict about never going camping is bad.

Strict only means keeping rules in place. It doesn’t mean you can’t be flexible, that you can’t adjust rules as the kid ages and matures. It definitely doesn’t mean the rules have to be arbitrary and can’t be explained and discussed.

You think being strict about a kid not using racial slurs is a bad thing?

Or making them see a doctor regularly and as needed?

Or that they bathe?

The list of things that can’t be negotiable is very long if you go into detail.

The list of things that can’t be negotiable at a given level of age and maturity isn’t short either.

Strict doesn’t have to be done badly at all. It’s just that uncompromising strictness is the opposite end of a slider from utter laissez faire. Which has just as many flaws.

There’s a reason that authoritative is the usual recommended goal; it’s being strict when necessary, and loose when not. But “strict” is part of that. Strict is making sure that there’s a reliable structure a kid can build a foundation of self on. It’s the walls of the sandbox and the sheet of material under out that keeps weeds from poking through.

The sandbox of development is the freedom to play within those boundaries. It doesn’t have to mean all noes, or all have tos.

Strict is, “you’ll do your homework because it’s part of the process of learning. When do you want to do it, and what can I do to help?”

Abusive is “you’ll do your homework or I’ll beat your ass”, and then beating their ass as the first and only option.

This sounds like an attempt to recreate mollosoi dogs, just with extra steps.

I’m fairly confident that the examples given would result in a large (but not giant), smart, and people friendly dog that could still operate successfully without a handler. Not in the first generation, but eventually.

Tbh, don’t even need wolves in the mix; they don’t really bring much to the table, and you aren’t going to maintain that look past three or four generations to begin with. Wolf-dogs that breed with each other don’t hold on to a wolfish look for very many generations as it is, even when they’re all mixed with the same dog breed. Hiding mixing in that many dog breeds, you’re looking at what? 1/32 wolf by the time you have a breed that’s no longer being crosses outside of established individuals from the project. Maybe it’s 1/64th, I can’t remember what it came out to when someone did the math on reddit about how many generations it would take to no longer be breeding half breeds at all, with a stable population for the project.

If you leave wolves out, you already have a more stable pool that you can select traits from for each succeeding generation. You just can’t keep a wolf appearance without breeding wolves only, and even then you’d have to select each generation for that look to the exclusion of other traits.

Part of the reason dog breeds exist is those repeating chains of DNA that most (but not all, supposedly) canids have. Can’t remember the right term for it, but the Russian foxes also rely on that quirk. When that’s in play, you can breed for specific traits, but the more focused you get on one, or one small set, the more the others express themselves, hence the curly tails and floppy ears of the Russian “domesticated” foxes. You select for friendliness, you get “softer” looks. You select for looks, you get some combination of other traits (like the skittishness some smaller breeds are known for).

We already have a good idea of what traits breeding for size gets, and we have an idea of what breeding to visual standards gets when that standard is wolfish.

Edit: the Wiki summary for mollosoi dogs

There’s a difference between strict and abusive.

Lmao!

My eighteenth birthday, two of my friends dragged me to Hooters. Three mile Island wings. Had a contest to see who would tap out first. It wasn’t even a close one lol.

And I was very pepper high. I was a shy kid, but I was flirting with this waitress like crazy, just having a great time while my one friend was sitting there trying not to throw up, and the other had this rictus of a grin plastered on his face, dripping sweat, trying to finish just one more wing.

It isn’t for everyone, but gods is it an intense experience. I keep being dumb and trying tricks to make my innards handle it. It keeps not working, but I really miss being able to just burn like that

I tell the story fairly often, but not sure I have on lemmy.

Back in the day, my dad and mom would take me and my sister out for dinner maybe once or twice a month. It was usually a rotation of their and/or our favorite places. There was a dine-in only chinese place, a pizza hut, a steak house, all the usual kind of stuff you’d find in the eighties in small and medium sized towns.

But, one day, they decided to go to a newly built place. It wasn’t any distinctive “cuisine” at all. They did all kinds of stuff. Pizzas, burgers, diner food, “family style” dishes like meatloaf, etc.

But for whatever reason, one of their sandwiches was intriguingly named “the cannonball”.

It was basically similar to subway’s Italian sub. But it featured a thick layer of melty cheese and jalapenos.

I had never had jalapenos before. Now, I know that by the usual pepper fan standards, jalapenos are a starter level of heat. But for a ten-ish year old kid, those suckers are brutal.

But that’s the sandwich I decided I wanted. My mom and dad tried telling me it was going to be really hot. The waitress tried to talk me out of it because it was piled with jalapeno rings, with the seeds intact. My dad even said that if I couldn’t handle it, tough crap, I wouldn’t be getting anything else.

And yeah, all that made me both more curious and more stubborn. There was no way I wasn’t ordering it.

So it gets to the table, and I dig in. Tried one of the peppers by itself, and wasn’t bothered much. But as the meal progressed, I discovered that capsaicin builds over time.

I start getting red. Enough so that my parents and sister stop eating and just watch me. The waitress keeps finding excuses to see how the silly kid is handling it.

I start sweating, it’s dripping off my ears.

And around then, the high hits. Anyone that enjoys super spicy foods knows what that means. The endorphins are kicking in. I’m feeling all light and drifty, my mouth is on fire, but it’s delightful. I’m just grooving on the feeling, and the sandwich was yummy as well, so I’m sitting there just going at it, making happy sounds.

My mom thought I was faking so that I didn’t look like I’d made a bad choice, offers to order me something else. I get annoyed with that and told her no in a very forceful way.

But I sit there and finish every damn bite. I’m glowing, and blissful and have that full belly happiness as well.

I asked if we could come back tomorrow.

They had no idea what they had unleashed lol. I was never one of those folks that chases the hottest peppers or whatever, but I very much enjoyed spice after that, and would put cayenne or whatever we had into anything I cooked (which was mostly stuff like ramen at that age). For a long time, we kept a jar of jalapenos in the fridge, and my maternal grandparents kept some for me too.

Hot sausages as well! Gods, those things with that mouth watering vinegar bite and the spicy kick make me salivate still, and my guts stopped tolerating the peppers years ago.

I still love the experience of capsaicin heavy foods, but I can’t tolerate them any more.

Sold! Am now coating my roof with spray rubber!

Well, it’s true!

Yeah, well, I’m suffering from epididymal hypertension, so unless you’re gonna lend a hand, I think this should be covered by insurance