Yes, this is a shitty space race. Instead of putting a man on the moon we get … whatever it is we’re getting.

You know how many stupid “articles” I’ve seen on the Firefox homepage, about such and such a person who flies to work for one day a week. I just report them and move on, because that’s ridiculous.

Well, I feel like you could Uber one day a week and outweigh the cost of owning a car no problem. But I get what you’re saying, and I think of work can be done remotely, it should be.

Pro-boner, depending upon what kind of shit you’re into.

I know women who relished it. And others who can laugh off stupidity! And then some who don’t like it. My mom never liked it, although she said son of a bitch a lot.

Right, I’m like shit, these are all me.

No, it’s cool, I didn’t interpret it that way. I get it and I understand it, but I wrestle with having had this cat since 2014 at this point, knowing what he’s like and where he came from, and it definitely conflicts with guidance I’ve read, but he’s healthy and great weight and active when he goes out, and so here we are.

Yeah, I know, but he was a steet cat until my wife scooped him up, he was about three then, and it was very hard to take the street cat out of the street cat. The alternative, as you can tell, becomes locking him in a basement, which isn’t a great alternative to me.

He just wants to go outside. He’s a lone wolf type cat. I may try the bed thing, but sometimes he’ll hang on my bed or my daughter’s for a bit, before ultimately deciding to wake everyone up so he can go outside.

My house is almost 100 years old, and so I hear my cat when he’s coming up the stairs, and I get robbed of the extra 60s before he just starts meowing. He’s an old man now, 15 or so, and so he spends the nights inside now, and he’s not a fan. He will come upstairs anytime between 1145 and 230 in the morning and just start meowing, loudly, and I have a wife and two kids and I need them all to stay asleep, so poor Bruce Willis gets locked in the basement.

Sometimes it’s right as I turn my light off when I’m done reading, and I lay my head on my pillow, he just rolls in. Sometimes I’m fast asleep and he does it. But five nights a week, at least, he needs to wake me up, and he goes to the backdoor, so the farthest place from my spot in bed, because he thinks he’s going outside, and then I pick him up and put him in the basement. He will never learn.

I one hundred percent have it. Like you, infrequent, but it’s either a bang or a crack, and sometimes a horn. Was so glad to learn they’ve got a name for it, because now I just chalk my waking up to a noise to it.

I’m just looking for a game where I can hoard consumables in perpetuity. Any suggestions?

I mean, I was at a point where that was no problem, drink six beers and go for a run in the morning. You get used to it. I think it’ll affect everyone differently. There’s this misconception that weed is for everyone, and it’s unfortunately not, but we all want something to help with the escape from reality.

Same. Went from like 35 drinks a week to a few drinks every couple weeks. Maybe just aging, maybe something else.

Gotta be careful giving dissenting opinions in the black and white world of the internet.

I have no idea what the belt lane thing is and I’m interested. My self checkouts are just the scanner thing, and then you put the items on the scale. The inclusion of a belt is intriguing.

Yeah, so I hit the grocery store two or three. Times during the week, usually getting stuff for dinner that night, fresh veggies, meat, that sorta thing. It makes sense with how my mornings lay out, and I prefer small trips. I’m at a point where I have this shit down by rote. Yes, there’s some hiccups, like watermelon needing an employee because people use watermelon to steal apparently, but I kind of program in to the whole operation.

Larger orders, I’ll hit an employee so I can bag while they scan.

At the end of the day, it’s always about efficiency, and so it’s generally best for me to self checkout.

Love me some M. Night.

Treasure it, dude. But keep the memes flowing. But treasure the kids. And the memes.

I literally cannot avoid vomiting through my nose (and mouth obviously) on the rare occasion it needs to happen. Because of this, I’ve been one of those people who fights it back for my entire life. I’ve never felt better after it, I always feel significantly worse. It’s a loud, violent, terrible ordeal, and I’m a little jealous of the folks who can do it with ease.

I’ve read about the nose pinch. I need to try it. Because, unfortunately, it ain’t just stomach acid that ends up there. Really not great.

I skipped a lot in college, that’s for sure. Including the final four years.

I will do my best to test this hypothesis and report back.