Yup. Gotta lock in and strike while the iron’s hot. That means you shop, buy, cook, prep, freeze, package, whatever, all in one go. If it’s not done in 4 hours wall-to-wall on a Sunday, it ain’t happening; one of those steps will get derailed.

This is why I had a problem with “phonics” as a teaching philosophy.

You have “ph” sometimes teaming up to cosplay as a freaking “f”. And that’s one of the easier rules. It’s all broken from the get-go.

Good lord. At what point do we require a CDL to drive these things?

was a yoga teacher for 3 years earning $25 a week and no man wanted me […] in Northern Virginia & Washington DC […] And I didn’t have a car.

TL;DR: even with treating your body like a temple, having a low income and low transportation mobility makes one unattractive in the DC metro.

In that region, single-income setups have low viability due to the egregious cost of living in the area, so people actively seek to partner up with high-income earners. Plus, the whole suburban sprawl is designed, and ultimately requires, cars in order to get around. You’d think that location would matter - and it does for schools and employment - but nobody lives near anyone else they want to date, and not being hyper mobile by driving all the time is practically a social death sentence. It can be a brutal environment that is hostile to most activities outside of earning an office-job income.

For example, the NoVA subreddit had recurring threads started by young professionals looking to move to the area. Every time, they’d ask where the nightlife is and what rent is like in those neighborhoods. Cue the entire subreddit throwing buckets of cold water on OP, as they’d get a reality check that as a post-grad, they’d be able to afford rent anywhere from 40-60 minutes (by car) from any such hot-spot. Oh, and the same would go for their commute too, and work might be just as far from said nightlife as it is from home.

Yup. You can’t say “the one leaning to the left” because, and trust me on this, there’s a number of ways a person can screw that up.

FWIW, this used to work better when “cascade windows” was a standard thing.

Page up, down, space, home, and end are WAY more responsive and faster.

Problem is, some pages do funky things with keyboard inputs and/or focus odd elements. This basically shoots a 30-year-old page navigation standard in the head.

Also, don’t get me started on apps crippling back-navigation.

Honestly, the fact that here in 2026, we still can’t get peripherals like audio, video, and printers to work in a 100% reliable and seamless way, is just embarrassing. It’s been over 30 years of having this stuff mostly standardized (and then re-standardized) and it’s still a shitshow.

Disclaimer: this is not an endorsement for using street drugs. I am not a doctor.

Dopamine is why. All prescription ADHD meds increase ambient dopamine levels so that executive control is easier. Recreational drugs tend to feel good, and elevated dopamine levels are usually in the mix when it comes to sensations like that.

Even we humans can withstand 3000°C for a short time.

If we want to be entirely pedantic, everything can withstand any destructive condition for at least one plank time.

Do they put a seam or darts in to intentionally pull it into the crack?

Yes. That and the garment might be undersized, while taking advantage of the high lycra/spandex content of the material.

To be fair, we are looking in the entire world for birds entirely located in Brazil. Task seems deliberately harder than it needs to be.

Oh, we don’t do compassion and positive reinforcement around here.

I would have sprung for a professionally made sandwich board or spinny sign.

I really hope this guy got some high-fives for his trouble.

Yeah, that’s not very typical, I’d like to make that point.

To be fair, this bus is always on time.

Linux shell also has… a thing going on.

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Maybe its to saturate production so nobody else gets them first?

That’s hilarious.

But also, who the hell trades in a car with barely four years of payments on it?

Poor little Johnny, for he is no more.

As what he thought was H2O, was H2SO4.