My wife and I (both with ADHD) do both, and alternate who is doing which. We’re on the same page about 75% of the time, and practicing our communication skills the rest of the time.

I knew a guy who - about 20 years ago, slept with both women in a lesbian relationship. As in - they cheated on each other with him. And somehow they formed a workable triad out of that that was pretty darn stable for like 10 years. Until he got caught cheating on them (after months, apparently) with someone in their social group - a younger, monogamous, ‘party girl’-type woman.
He didn’t want to break up with anyone, and all of them refused to ‘give up’ so now (10 years after cheating) he has two relationships - the triad, the “new” one, two houses, and now a kid with each woman.

He looks and acts sort of like a grown up version of Max from A Goofy Movie (Goofy’s son), is still ‘fixing’ the muscle car he bought in his college years, and has a 99% complete collection of every edition of Playboy magazine.

But to answer your question of what a guy with 3 (or more) wives should look like? Bill Paxton, circa 2011.

While filling late night silence with noise, I recently saw a YouTube video of the format where a voice (possibly AI?) stretched a Reddit comment from a D&D (variant of some kind) DM into a 20 minute long narrative.
The story was that the DM gave a “that guy” murderhobo an outlet for their shoot ‘em up artificer murderhobo ways by bringing an NPC ghost into the party for dinner, whereupon the ghost could not ‘eat’ with them until the murderhobo, at the ghost’s prompting, shot the ghost’s plate of food, causing it to splatter and shatter, spraying the party-mates with food, revealing the ghost plate in its stead, which the ghost happily chowed down on - joining the party for dinner, and giving the player some way to feel like a very special boy.

Anyway. Wonder if the artist saw that comment or perhaps the video.

My work phone is always on vibrate and not on my person when I’m not being paid to have it on me.

Pretty young by vampire standards, thb.

Back then the internet was a bunch of coffee shops. Not literally, of course - but for me it was about 30 people on messenger, my favorite chatroom, a random message board, a small but far flung group of people on LiveJournal, and sometimes even my Neopets guild.
Each was my own retreat. The weird and funny stuff we shared there was created and shared because people had a passion for whatever. It also was great in that you could learn about something, and share it with another group that had not seen it yet.

Today the internet is the infinite cul-de-sacs of meme pages, political messaging groups, and disinformation rings on Facebook, along with approximately 6 people that keep showing up from your friends list of hundreds. Or it’s the screaming gladiatorial stadium of Reddit, where the sheer volume of noise smothers any particular voice. Maybe it’s the infinite lawless Walmart of X or even the carefully manicured Target that is BlueSky.
From mining your attention, to hawking trinkets amidst the spectacle, or attempting to sell a little bit of everything to anyone, the new internet lacks third places. It’s all business, all the time, and you can feel it. Every meme is created to engage with that platform’s broadest audience. Everything is homogenized and lacks uniqueness. All the content has been aggregated and reshared, and in the endless and futile search for validation from the algorithm it’s lost something that makes it meaningful.

And that’s why I like Lemmy. It’s a digital third place.

It’s not a gremlin, it’s a goblin, and they might also be the same entity as the ethereal being that lives outside of space and time. The goblin is also a deft thief who is capable of stealing physical things, spans of time, and memories.
Also, the vengeful children make fun of me whenever I experience the slightest bit of rejection.

Okay, but I’m not beautiful. However, my wife and her best friend are (They’re a bonded pair, I couldn’t separate them). So we need like three people, one of whom is willing to take one for the team.

I used to have dreams all the time that I was being attacked or chased and could not fight back effectively. In some, they were full on night terror territory, where I’d be crying out, and others could not wake me.

Then the weirdest thing happened – for a very brief period I did boxing as fitness (instead of like, actually boxing). And I discovered that I can actually throw a hard punch (you know, when I’m prepared for it and have my hands wrapped and am wearing boxing gloves).

But for some reason that knowledge broke my suspension of disbelief as it relates to dreams. If something attacks me in my dreams, I know that the inability to punch means I’m dreaming, so I semi-lucidly just wake up now. If something seems too shitty to be to true, my brain just pulls the escape hatch and I wake up.

It’s all part of a plan to avoid the mistake of transitioning to an economy that provides well paying jobs for everyone. It’s time to get back to our roots of manufacturing and agriculture, so we can bring back the good old days that are remembered as warmly as that river that caught fire.

No, that’s Papyrus.

Yeah, I’m not even religious and I knew about 1234.

She didn’t see it until after work started, but gave it a “Haha” response and then asked if both the dogs pooped this morning.

My wife saw him in concert awhile back, but the concert was on a Wednesday, so now I refer to him as “The Wednesday,” and have for years. She finds it funny and annoying and tells me to shut up while giggling.

I sent her this meme. She’s going to be so annoyed when she wakes up.

God‘s Gonna Cut You Down, by Johnny Cash

Growing up, we just like, inherited each other’s old stuff, like clothes, stereos, and even cars.

Gonna be a weird time when kids these days grow up and tell stories about handing down or receiving handed-down body armor.

While I was standing there in the kitchen, the smart TV started playing an old movie randomly, blasting the audio through all the smart speakers in the house. The Roomba hit me right in the ankle, just as the door to the stove fell open and the speakers yelled “Feed me Seymour!”
But I mean. It’s a Roomba, and the stove takes time to preheat, even if I had fallen in. The cat helped to blind the Roomba while I unplugged everything. Now I’m huddled in the dark, fighting against the cold, wondering if I should chance the thermostat.

No clue!

The power almost never goes out at my house, which is nice, but there are 4 appliances with clocks in my kitchen. The microwave runs fast and is usually about 12 minutes ahead every time the clocks change, the stove is always rock solid, the coffee pot is never set (despite being the only appliance with a timer mode that would actually be useful), and the air fryer is only accurate during summer because I can’t remember how to set it (and I don’t care enough to fix it).

I tried not to, but it formed a mesh network with the neighbors toaster, and that connected to someone’s dishwasher the next street over, which connected to a washing machine down the block, and so on, until they found a self-aware microwave that just happens to be benevolent but sort of mischievous, and now whenever my toast is done, the Grindr chime sounds off and the toaster asks me to put it back in.