I was refraining from posting this, so I’m very glad someone else did. Back when we were masked up, I always appreciated the Maryland flag masks the most and made sure to compliment their wearers.
I was refraining from posting this, so I’m very glad someone else did. Back when we were masked up, I always appreciated the Maryland flag masks the most and made sure to compliment their wearers.
I agree with you … But the contention mentioned above is mostly just a joke between us now. The good news is that I plan to be with her the rest of my life and die before she does, so how long we’ve been together is less of a concern to me than how long we will be!
That’s similar to what I was considering saying - my wife and I disagree whether we met when I was 22 or 23 and all the services we used to talk back then (IRC server, Skype, AIM) are gone, so there are no easily accessible records.
That said, I’m about to turn 38, so also fifteenish years is how long I’ve known her. We got married about seven years after that.
My wife also made a spreadsheet detailing her symptoms before her assessment (which was with a GP, not a mental health professional). Apparently the mere existence of the document was sufficient to earn her a diagnosis.
Apparently they’re closed now, but Artscow used to offer to print any image you provided on a shower curtain for you. I’m sure other alternatives exist these days.
It wasn’t as bad as some - no one was offended AFAIK - but recently a friend’s wife asked if I was close with my in-laws. I had recently moved geographically much closer to them, so I described the distance between us, about four miles.
I didn’t even realize I had misunderstood until her husband clarified later in the conversation.
Is this a Futurama reference?
I misread that as “self-loathing” and the answer was obvious.
Well, good on you for your progressive perspective and your willingness to express it.
I was going to comment that, a while ago, I saw someone on Lemmy make almost exactly this comment.
Now I wonder if the person I saw was you or, alternatively, whether you saw the same person.
I remember the first time I saw this comic, sometime in the nineties, I think. My dad explained it to me very similarly to how you did here.
There was a similar comic, which currently I can’t find; I don’t even remember if it was Far Side, but the art style in my head matches. The comic in question features two dogs hopping around a hillside covered in blueberries with one declaring to the other “you were right! This is thrilling!” I read them far enough apart in time that I think my dad had to explain it to me again.
In trying to find the latter comic, I discovered that Putin performed a cover of the song in 2010. Odd. Wiki page mentioning this: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blueberry_Hill
I tried to buy an external 20TB drive from Amazon twice. First one that came, I bought refurbished; the drive had been shucked and replaced with a 146GB drive.
Second one I bought was 20TB, but was clicking and grinding from the moment I turned it on. When I tried to initiate a return saying “drive is clicking and grinding, indicating that it’s failing,” their support bot helpful informed me that a clicking and grinding drive usually indicated drive failure.
They did accept the return for the latter. They also accepted a return for the former, but it took literal months and several support interactions where the (seemingly real) agents actively lied to me.
I’ve had okay luck with smaller Amazon drives in the past, but will have trouble recommending them for this kind of purchase in the future.
While this isn’t about shower panes and the specific details probably don’t apply to your shower (well, hopefully), NileRed has a video demonstrating how glass that looks undamaged can have small stresses or flaws that cause it to spontaneously shatter.
Sometimes I am reminded of a book I read as a kid wherein one of the main characters dies and is eventually resurrected. She says that when you die, you don’t lose awareness or move on, you just passively occupy the body without the ability to move (like locked-in syndrome, I guess, but I didn’t know that as a kid and don’t know whether it was even recognized back then). In particular she describes the horrors of her autopsy.
If that were true, I wonder whether the person within the cadaver would be embarrassed to have caused such inconvenience. I know I would.
That guy doesn’t look like the dinosaur guy. Not yet, anyway.