I like to pull this list up whenever someone starts talking about how the signs are clear that the end is near: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_dates_predicted_for_apocalyptic_events
Yeah, he knows I’m good for treats. His murder follows me around outside work a lot.
The Crow Bar has been around for a while.
Yeah, I vector traced a photo in Illustrator and then adjusted it.
This is a crow. Ravens are larger, have a more curved top to their beak, and neck feather ruff that this crow doesn’t exhibit.
Could I cut up my wish into just wiping parts of a few songs? Like the march tune from Tears of a Clown, the electronic watch alarm in Rock the Casbah, and the chopsticks part of Blinded by the Light.
Our guns were no match for their energy weapons. They disintegrated anyone who got in their way.
We weren’t sure if they didn’t understand us or they just didn’t care.
We tried to offer them resources but they disintegrated those as well.
The only thing we knew for sure was that we needed to keep running in order to survive their invasion.
We thought we would be safe in the caves, but their energy weapons made quick work of our cavernous shelter.
I was in the back with my pistol, ready to defend the children, when they broke through the last defenders.
I spent the entire magazine, but nothing could pierce their armor.
I threw my gun at them uselessly, resigned to my inevitable fate.
One of them stepped forward, extending a clawed tentacle. The small object at the end of its appendage squawked to life.
“You…are…John…Berrington… confirm.”
I glanced at my wife as her eyes went wide.
They could speak our language.
I nodded my head.
“Confirm!” The volume got louder.
They didn’t know what a nod meant.
“I confirm,” I said. “I am John Berrington.”
The silence hung in the air as I waited to be blasted to atoms, but it squawked again.
“We…have…been…trying…to reach you…about your…planet’s extended warranty.”
It does take a commitment because they have good memories so if they get used to you feeding them, they’ll continue to expect it and they train their younger generations to recognize you. That means having consistent sources of food for them and feeling guilty when you forget to bring crow treats with you when you’re outside. They might also start to follow anyone who they see you with, expecting that they too will have treats.
That said, it’s great to have crow friends. They follow me around the neighborhood and at work. It makes me feel like a druid with animal familiars. I’ve had crows swoop and squawk at a dog that was barking at me and my dog. The crows left me a stone in the bird bath that they use in my yard.
The problem with the golden rule is that different people want to be treated differently, so they may treat you how they want to be treated but not how you want to be treated, and vice versa.
Maybe when you’re struggling with an issue, you want to be left alone to figure it out by yourself, but your friend in the same scenario would want someone to start doing anything to help out and insisting on troubleshooting the issue together. So your friend ends up frustrating you by offering to help too much when you just want to be left alone and then when they’re struggling, they get upset that you leave them alone to deal with it.
So communication is important. Ask people how they’d like to be treated rather than just assuming they’d want to be treated the way you want to be treated and be honest with them about how you’d like to be treated.
To be fair, I plan in advance not to make any calls because I don’t like talking on the phone anyway…
It’s too vague a question to answer easily. I’d need specific scenarios because the tell and the tipping point might be different in different scenarios. There might be a pattern, but you’d only see it with multiple scenarios about the same person, and even then, there might be some details you’re not privy to that would otherwise change your perspective. It’s also entirely possible for a person to be right some of the time, but to fight regardless of whether they are or not.