"word of advice for young people"

You can use Krazy Glue in lieu of surgical stitches. For when you’re, you know, too poor to go to the emergency room. Or trying to avoid explaining things to the police.
The Renaissance Faire may not be the source of all your problems, but it sure as shit isn’t helping any.
You’re probably doing something that bugs the next guy twice as much. Clam up and get on with your life.
Powdered cocoa won’t put out the fire.

Badnewshughes offers sound advice, apparently based on his own difficult experiences, all of which seem hilarious in vicarious retrospect. (via boingboing)
footnote 1: I'm willing to bet that Starchy could have used this list a little sooner in life.
footnote 2: Yes, I only link to blogs that use the same template that I do.

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“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he

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