6383 - Sense of self

From Neuroscience news.com...

"Warmth and Hugging Strengthen the Feeling of Being You"

The following is the main point from the article...

"So why DO warm hugs make us feel good about ourselves? 

“When we hug, the combination of tactile and thermal signals increases our sense of body ownership, so we are more connected to our embodied sense of self,” says Dr Crucianelli. “Feeling warm touch on the skin enhances our ability to sense ourselves from the inside and recognize our own existence. We feel, ‘this is my body, and I am grounded in it.’” 

Scientifically put, warm interpersonal contact engages specialized C-tactile afferents and thermosensitive pathways that project to the insular cortex, facilitating interoceptive signaling associated with safety and affective regulation. This sensory input is accompanied by oxytocin release and reductions in physiological stress, supporting social bonding and enhancing bodily self-awareness, and ultimately, wellbeing. 

In other words, “Warm touch reminds us that we are connected, valued, and part of a social world,” says Dr Crucianelli. “Humans are wired for social closeness, and hugs briefly dissolve the boundary between ‘self’ and ‘other’.” 

If you want to read the whole article (not that long) go to...

https://neurosciencenews.com/temperature-hugging-body-awareness-30020/ 

6382 - Long joke Sunday

I forgot it was Sunday!!!!

So there's this nurse, Margaret.

And the fact that she's a nurse isn't really relevant here, but that's what she is so why leave it out.

She lives in Nebraska, which also isn't all that relevant, except that it can be hard to find a good man when you live in Nebraska.

And this probably also isn't particularly relevant but Margaret has seventeen younger sisters. Yes, seventeen. Julia, Heather, Kristen, Helene, Alexandria, Isabella, Mia, Charlotte, Harper, Evelyn, Abigail, Alice, Amara, Chloe, Eloise, Grace, and Hazel. She came from a big family there in Nebraska.

But she was the oldest, of course, and having recently graduated from nursing school there in Nebraska, she began -- as young women sometimes do -- to think about the less fair sex. You know. Men. And in particular Margaret, having been from such a large family, was eager to get started in the process of making her own family. She was, as they say, hoping for a baby. What's more, her parents were pretty eager to have one as well, given that Margaret was the oldest and thus the likely first one to have a kid.

So after surveying the dating pool a bit, she landed upon Tom. Now, Tom was a farmer, as men in Nebraska often are. And he was very vigorous in that certain department that would be critical to the one particular goal of Margaret's that we have of late discussed. But, sadly, Tom was, how do I put this, shooting blanks. As a result, Margaret sadly had to put him to the side, as she could not marry a man who couldn't give her a family.

Back into the dating pool she went, and soon landed upon another stout man from the plains, who by chance was also named Tom. Sadly, however, this Tom could not even achieve the merits of the first Tom, as the rocket, you might say, could not even stand up on the launch pad.

So back into the dating pool she went, swearing never to date another Tom. However, as she was sitting in a bar with her seventeen sisters, lamenting not only her failure to have a child but also, for that matter, the fact that none of them had succeeded in that department, a man walked in with a rippling chest, massive shoulders, and a full head of hair. He noticed Margaret right away, and walked up to her. Soon they were talking, and he asked her out. First, though, she asked his name. Unfortunately, it was Tom. Nonetheless, after much discussion with her seventeen sisters, she went out with him. Soon enough, it was confirmed that he was capable in the department that was so important to Margaret, they married, and nine months later Margaret had a happy, bouncing baby boy.

Which only goes to show you that the third Tom's the charm.

I hope you enjoyed that joke, though I realize it was a bit challenging. After all, it had a lot of new aunts.

6381 - Saturday jokes

As the old saying goes, (from the St. Louis street Department), if you want to snow plow a street, you’ve got to total a few Chevies.

Sam was a high steel worker.  Loved his job building skyscrapers. Worked without an accident until he was forced to retire at 75.  After retiring he devoted himself to his hobby of ice climbing.  Sam passed away peacefully in his sleep at 99.  Instead of Saint Peter and a choir of beautiful Seraphim's, he was met at the pearly gates by a bedraggled, exhausted angel with one wing dragging the ground,  torn robes, halo bent, drooping over one eye.  She hugged him and said, “Welcome to Heaven, Sam.  I am Daniella, your Guardian Angel…..”

I ordered a Chinese takeaway from a local place last night (I won't name them), placed it on the kitchen work top and as I was getting plates, I heard the bags rustling and moving!! I thought what the hell is that?! Has something got in the bag? I thought I could see a little pair of eyes peering out at me. I was so scared as the bag was moving around, I leaned forward, picked up the bag, put it on the floor, frying pan in one hand and there it was again, more rustling and little eyes looking out behind the prawn crackers, I thought its got to be a rat or a mouse or something, so I carefully pulled the bag down and there it was ....

A Peeking Duck!

I am no longer allowed to go caroling at the psych hospital.

I guess "Do you hear what I hear" was a bad song choice.

Doctor in packed waiting room: Due to new privacy regulations, we can no longer use patient names in the waiting room. Will the patient with the itchy vagina please follow me.

I was called into my managers office because of my dress code.

He said, "You can't wear pajamas for work."

I said, "Everyone else does."

He said: "That's because they're PATIENTS!"

It's maddening when the ATM charges you $3 to get your own money, then tells you to cover your pin so you don't get robbed.

Next week is diarrhea awareness week.

Runs until Friday.

A female news anchor who, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn’t, turned to the weatherman and asked, “So Bob, where’s that eight inches you promised me last night?”

My brain has 47 tabs open, 3 are frozen, 1 is playing music, and I have no idea where it's coming from.

My goal weight is the weight where I can trim my toenails and breath at the same time.

Interviewer: Why did you leave your last job?

Me: The company relocated and didn't tell me where.

I've reached the age where I drive around and say, "Dang, I remember when this was all woods!"

The difference between me and Superman is...

He has super vision.

I require supervision.

Heat makes things expand. So I don't have a weight problem. I'm just hot.

All I want for Christmas is the housing market to crash so I can buy a 5 bedroom house for $100.

My circle is so small that when my phone rings I know it’s scammers.

In the 1950s carjacking had a totally different meaning.

Me: Robot, prove to me that trans women are real women.

Robot: Conservative men harass them on the internet, threaten them in public, consider them inferior, and take away their rights.

TV time...

Him: Wanna watch porn or golf.

Her: Porn, you already know how to play golf.

Just had my phone incorrectly autocorrect 'ducking' to 'fucking', which means I've won!

How does failure feel, demon box.

I swallowed a bunch of synonyms yesterday.

Gave me the thesaurus throat I've ever had.

Where are all the flat earthers?

They're at home trying to figure out why it's night time.

I started a dating site for chickens.

It's not my day job.

I just do it to make hens meet.

I lost three fingers on my right hand.

I asked my doctor if I was ever going to be able to write with it again.

He said maybe, but I wouldn't count on it.

So yesterday my wife asked me if I could clear the dinner table.

Even with a running start, I didn't come close.

If you believe a president who pardons drug dealers is fighting a war on drugs by sinking small boats, I don't know how to help you. (Bilbo)

I just learned a new expression: "Schrödinger’s Douchebag" - someone who says offensive things and decides whether or not they were joking based on the reactions of people around them. (Bilbo)

I need to get in shape. If I were one of those victims in a crime show, my chalk outline would be a circle. (Bilbo)

My granddaughter once asked me, “Do trees poop?” I said, “Of course they do … that’s where #2 pencils come from." (Bilbo)

We took our son to the countryside, he was about 4, he blurted out, look mom, dad, it's chocolate cows, that is where chocolate milk comes from. (Bilbo's friend Joy)

I’ve been looking for my sanity, but I think it ran off with my motivation, the matching socks, and half of the Tupperware lids. (Bilbo)

What gets longer if pulled, fits snugly between breasts, slides neatly into a hole, chokes people when used incorrectly, and works well when jerked?

A seatbelt.

"You only lasted 2 minutes." Husband replies, "It was doggy style, so that’s like 14 minutes."

6380 - Corporate greed is coming for your computers

Remember how computers got faster and prices came down? HA! Guess what. AI is here and it needs your future computer parts. 

Yeah it's long. And he talks fast and sometimes in techno babble. Go to 19:40 if you don't want to watch the whole thing.

6379 - Thursday trees

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