This happened on Tuesday: I got inspired by the Ryan Meetups and wondered whether I could build a community around something as arbitrary as a shared first name.

So I recruited two other Daniels, made a ridiculous campaign trailer, and organized the first DanCon at a bar in Greenwich Village.

Somehow, 60 Daniels, Dans, and Dannys actually showed up.

We voted on the Mount Rushmore of Daniels, investigated the epidemic of Dansplaining, considered launching OnlyDans, and debated diplomatic relations with the Danielles. One attendee said it was "too much Daniel to handle."

The most unexpected part for me was how naturally everyone started talking to each other -- once we got past the absurdity, strangers connected, new friendships were forged, and we're already planning the next DanCon.

I'm curious: Would you show up to a gathering based on something as arbitrary as a first name?

Like, wtf. I always knew stuff like ear and nose hair was gonna be annoying along with weird aches and pains.

But apparently its "common" to suddenly develop serious BO in your 40s? I didnt plan for that. (Accorfing to google 🤷‍♂️)

Ive rarely ever had to deal with it, even in full coveralls in the blasting sun while between blasting pump engines. Now I feel like a stink as bad as my teen and struggling to just relax at home without stinking.

Ive always used deodorant, but now I have to use antiperspirant and it makes my pits itch. And deodorant is already crazy expensive.

Not happy about this at all

Who you gonna call? 👻 🎃

Idk if it's a midlife crisis thing, but I am so far behind many of my millennial peers, it's sad. I was 34 before I finally started a good career as a Union Electrician. I'm 38 now.

I basically spent my entire 20s and early 30s partying.

If I could go back in time, I would have started a good career right out of high school, and I would be doing significantly better than I am now.

I mean, I did have a lot of fun partying, but I have nothing to show for it other than memories that are quickly fading.

Don't get me wrong, I have so many good years to look forward to, but for some reason I am really stuck in the past.

I guess it's a good thing I'm seeing a therapist next Friday.

This has recurringly been stuck in my head for over 20 years

I started my day listening Fergie and Gwen as my teens cringed. I then went to get ready, looked at all of my stuff, while the Blackout album played, and thought “Crap, this is extra millennial.”

My chi straightener broke as I pulled it from the outlet and my Nars orgasm blush is almost out. I still haven’t found a replacement for my Matrix mega sleek.

I've been thinkin about it lately and it makes the cybertruck funnier to me.

Had a funny/scary chat with my friend today. As a kid growing up, there would be a relative's house where all families would meet and celebrate the holidays. Now our older relatives are too old to host and no one from my generation has a house. We're all in our early to mid 30s. I think most of my cousins and friends ended up staying home for thanksgiving/christmas. Wondering how many other people are on the same boat

Parents are of course like "...I don't get it."

I didnt think my last post through. Not my pogs in the pic. Wish I still had them. I hope they make a resurgence.

BLACK MAGIC! **swipe**

I feel like I've never let go of my inner child, and have no plans one doing so, despite now having a 4 year old.

I collect graphic novels and superhero statues 🙂 and play video games of course.

I feel like this was such a great series. Before every celebrity had social media where you could follow everything about them, you’d have to watch these documentaries on pop celebrities.

Printed mapquest directions I found in a box of old stuff. The top of the page is evidence of when you ordered/rented dvds from netflix.. crazy to think this was only 20 ish yrs ago.

I often think about how once my parents pass away that it's then 'my turn' to die next. I've lost all my grandparents already and my parents are getting up there now so I've been thinking about it more. They are nearing 70 now and if celebrity deaths are anything to go by then it could be anytime for them I guess.

They've both been healthy and on my mom's side her parents lived to be 80+, 91 in my grandpa's case. Gods willing we all live so long but yea.

Does anyone else get that feeling of waiting in line to die?

things is it usually happens the next day

No, not the country... I'm talking about fine ceramic or porcelain tableware.

It seems to be a thing of the past. I think for many of us, our parents were some of the last to keep them... for some, our grandparents. But does anyone nowadays collect it? I doubt it.

Even then, the idea of keeping cups and plates that you never touched always seemed kinda weird. After that generation, what's gonna happen to all of it? Sold off to auction? I doubt young folks care about any of that. Again, correct me if I'm wrong. But I think that's gonna be a "back then" thing and they're gonna be sitting in a landfill near couches with plastic seats. ​

Maybe I should ask if anyone here plans to keep China as my wife just informed me that we have a set. 🧐

Webcomic: Between The Lines (2006)

I was reading old webcomics and this came up.

I keep on seeing emo and scene fashion associated with the 2000s. Despite how many alt girls exist in 2000s media, these characters were supposed to be *outcasts and punks*. They were seen as "weird". It wasn't mainstream.

Maybe nowadays it's become mainstream to dress alt. But, in the past it was... well, alternative. And it was seen as weird at best by most people.

Even being a weeby zillennial, I was teased for liking something as benign as anime, j-rock, and Kingdom Hearts in the mid-to-late 2000s. Nevermind being a non-white kid who liked alt rock and rock music.