Or shoes, or maybe the carrying a fucking mirror on a motorcycle…

Pretty sure there are some safety violations happening here

Like most things, I believe it’s on a spectrum, with some people being very much who they seem, and some people being completely disingenuous. We all do things that we know others would frown upon (to one degree or another), so it’s always tempting to hide those things, sometimes to the extent that we hide the whole part of ourselves that would do then.

Guy I met had a scar like that on the back of his hand. Story was he had four brothers, all big guys. Mom would put the food on the table, but no one was allowed to take anything until they said grace. One night it was steaks, and they weren’t all the same size. When grace was done, they all went for a big steak with their forks. He was in first, but his brother ended up stabbing the back of his hand with his.

The fucked up and kind of funny part was that his brother’s reaction was to bring the guy’s hand over to his own plate by pulling it with his fork, and wiggling it until the steak fell off the fork onto the plate.

Yeah, it doesn’t have to be that way, but it so often is. I like the Herndez brand mexican salsa you get at the grocery store (US), but the flavor of the medium is so much better than the flavor of the hot. It’s like with the hot ones, the only care about getting the heat.

I’ve had very hot sauces that had really good flavor, it just seems more rare.

I moved recently and tried a Thai place down the street. The guy asked if I wanted mild, medium, or spicy, and I said spicy. He said :No, I think mild." I didn’t know what to say and he added “…but you can have it however you want.” I decided to try medium.

He came by after and asked how the spiciness was, and I said it was just a little spicier than I like it (I ate it without issue), and he said “I told you!”

Because it’s a very popular, traditional ingredient in a lot of soups. You would have the same problem if you didn’t like onions or carrots.

I don’t care for crunch in soup, but a like the celery flavor. I’ve added celery seeds to things I don’t want actual celery in. I’ll make stock with celery, onions, and carrots, and then strain them out.

Hips on B look wider, so I’ll go with that. Not sure what that separation below the rib cage is for.

My mom died of Alzheimer’s, but she also had bad rheumatoid arthritis and some other stuff. When she just didn’t know who we were, it was one thing, but when every day she woke up in pain, had to have her diapers changed by “strangers,” couldn’t swallow solid food, etc., I just didn’t understand why my siblings wanted to keep her on the medication that slowed the progress of the Alzheimer’s. I finally had my brother stay with her over a weekend, and afterwards he was like, “Oh, she’s having a miserable life, what are we doing?” We stopped the medication soon after, and she died a few months later.

I’m an old guy, and have had lots of pet over my life. so I’ve thought about this a lot.

Years ago I came to the position that the most compassionate thing to do for my pets was to try and assess if their days are more full of joy, or more full of pain and suffering. We can’t ask our pets that, we can only do our best to figure it out. If they’re spending more time suffering than enjoying their lives, then I think it’s a kindness to put them down.

We don’t usually have to make that decision for other humans, because they can decide for themselves. Note that we do make the decision sometimes to “pull the plug” on people rather than keep the alive.

Also note that animals do sometimes go off to die when they’re sick and miserable. In fact, when dogs and cats have illnesses that are miserable but treatable, we sometimes have to be careful that they don’t go off to die before treatment is done.

They really do look like USB ports though. You sure they aren’t run to a box where a PC would be, and let you plug in a keyboard and mouse?

I’d forgotten about those games. Played a little in college in the 80s.

That’s funny, I took a similar pic yesterday

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I always remember by flora=flowers and fauna=fawns.

I live in a drought-stricken area, and so I take short showers. If I lived where it wasn’t an issue, I’d be in the 30+ minutes camp.

I can remember when I’d come home from high school, if I smelled oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, I’d know my mom would have saved me some of the dough in a Tupperware in the fridge. I’d get it, a spoon, and a half gallon jug of milk and sit down in front of the TV until they were both gone.

I was super active, and really skinny, but it still seems funny to think about now.

You can buy it in half gallons and quarts, too, but a lot of families go through a gallon in a couple days.

No, because to be naturally immune, you have to get sick. A vaccine lets me become immune without getting sick.