Had two hamsters (Calvin and Hobbes) growing up. Both just got old and sick with old hamster stuff. Their deaths happened exactly the same way: my mom reaches into the cage because they haven’t been moving much for a while. Their last act of life is to bite her finger as hard as they can, so she naturally flings them at the wall in front of us kids. Splat.
A little Manifest Destiny don’t hurt nobody. Except for that one time. Well, maybe a couple times. Every time.
Something that’ll let me plug a raspberry pi’s micro hdmi output into either: the usb-c input OR mini hdmi input on an (already-powered) external monitor. If anyone has success stories, I’d appreciate it.
Gotta export those deer ankles they use for nuggets somewhere.
This was the one that made my qanon MIL buy a new phone last week because it finally got through her thick fucking skull what these tariffs were going to do. Enjoy those Mexico- and Canada-produced vehicle parts adding $10k+ to your base price.
If the heat is running, we’re playing a dangerous game.
Removing all distractions, which takes a bit of work. Covering every single source of light. Little indicator on my charger? Slapped electrical tape on it. Blackout curtains. Noise machine. The hardest one: Never using the bedroom for anything but sleeping. Not even a little peek at the phone and YouTube for a relaxing video. I have an analogue non-illuminated clock for daytime, and if I need to check the time in the dark, a Timex I can hit the glow button on. If I really can’t sleep, I get up and go into another room to read or listen to something.
It’s nothing. David Foster Wallace wrote in his novel taking place in the IRS: “Abstruse dullness is actually a much more effective shield than is secrecy. For the great disadvantage of secrecy is that it’s interesting.”
“I love the taste of glowie boot and will fellate some leather to completion when you come knocking, but first, crimes”
That’s French toast erasure.
I think there might be a caveat here: when doing peer-to-peer, the insurance side often doesn’t give their names. This was a tactic used when I worked the phones at a company that would occasionally get subpoenaed— never give our name, document what was said, then hand it off to our supervisors who would go in our place as “operator 17” and read off our notes as the totality of the statement. I have zero faith in the insurance companies to have any sort of integrity here, and suspect they’d use a similar tactic to justify any decision making.
Greenville, NC in a Walgreens, around 2013. A man who looked like, or could well have been Gary Busey, in a leather jacket, in a pile of talcum powder on the floor, was picking up handfuls of powder and snorting them.
It’s like Ben Dreyfuss minus the ambien in there.
You need to take a risk on some level, which probably isn’t what you want to hear, but other commenters have said as much. I think that even worse than a solid “no” is just not doing anything and getting up in your head about the what-ifs, and missing an opportunity entirely.
Put these babies in sport mode for maximum brrrrrrrt
Ron and Fez. A wealth of entertainment.
Because GET BACK TO WORK
Crumbl is as artificial as it gets. Test-marketed and focus-grouped to death, run through social media, some kind of awful amalgamation of online recipes, run it back through focus groups etc. etc. They’re not selling a cookie, they’re selling marketing and hype, and it’s gross enough to keep those alive for five days.
They can always take a break in The Wiggler