Yet another refugee who washed up on the shore after the great Reddit disaster of 2023

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Cake day: June 12th, 2023

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  • My wife and I love cheese and often have it for a snack, especially if we’re drinking, so I usually keep a few different types to serve with crackers. Our son brought his GF over one time and everyone wanted a snack, so I brought out a cheese platter, and they both loved it, especially the GF, so now they always ask for cheese when they come over.

    Today, Christmas, they came over with a couple who are their best friends. We had a couple others too, so I bought close to $100 worth of different cheeses. We had Wensleydale with blueberries, stilton with lemon and honey, aged white cheddar soaked in red wine, havarti, guda with hatch chili, warmed camembert, and regular aged cheddar. It was pretty fun seeing everyone trying them all and talking about which the liked the best.



  • Okay, I haven’t told this story for a long time, and it’s Christmas, so here we go:

    When I was dating my first wife, I went to her parents for Thanksgiving dinner. Among the dishes on the table was blackberry jello with grapes in it. Seemed like a 50s kind of dish, but whatever. I took some of everything, and planned to clean my plate. My future MIL was telling a story when I put the first bite of the jello in my mouth, and my brain screamed that something was horribly wrong. I thought there must have been something rancid in the jello or the grapes - the grapes didn’t even have the right texture. I was about to spit it out - it was revolting - when I realized it was a taste I’d had before, not something rancid. All this was really just a moment, but it seemed like forever before it clicked: it wasn’t grapes, it was green olives. She made blackberry jello was green olives in it.

    I thought for a moment that it was a prank, though that family wasn’t the pranking type, because no one else had taken any except the mom, but she had a mound of it and was eating it. I finally said, “It was surprising to bite into a grape and find out that it’s an olive,” and everyone tittered. Future MIL said that no one else likes it, but she does, so she makes it for herself.

    It should have been a warning.




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    6 months ago

    I always hear about people lamenting that they lost their boomer parents to Fox News or Facebook or whatever, but I’m a boomer parent who lost a son to Rogan. He’s always quoting absolute nonsense he heard on that show about Kamala or liberals. It’s so sad - he’s a pretty smart guy.



  • Yeah, similar. She has CRPS, and they just don’t understand that very well. Since it’s neuropathic, most drugs don’t do much and she doesn’t like the side effects anyway. They used to call it the suicide disease because so many people would just kill themselves rather than deal with the unending, untreatable pain. Treatments have gotten somewhat better though. Still, most doctors don’t know what to do with her.


  • Wouldn’t it be cool if there was some sort of gauge they could use to see which of those it was?

    There was a while when I thought my wife was getting better. Then one night she took off her socks and one of her toes was black and swollen. It turned out that she had stumbled on the stairs earlier in that day, and apparently had broken her toe, but she didn’t realize because the constant pain in the other leg and foot was enough that the broken toe didn’t really stand out.

    I do think she’s gotten a bit better over the last year or so, but it’s so hard to know if it’s that or she’s acclimated to the pain.




  • My wife has had a chronic neuropathic pain condition since 2008, and this is pretty accurate. One of the interesting aspects of chronic pain is that there’s no way to measure it - no way for a doctor to know how much pain a person is in other than to ask, and the answer is inherently subjective. I’ve seen with my wife that clearly the pain itself can vary, with one day being better or worse than the prior, but also her ability to deal with it varies. If she’s tired, emotional, or cranky, the same amount of pain can be untenable.

    They sometimes use antidepressants for neuropathic pain, and as I understand it the thinking is that they influence how pain is proceeded in the brain, but I always wonder if part of the success is simply that people on antidepressants get less derailed by a given level of pain.




  • If you really want the job, this is a bad idea. The form is there so that HR (who usually knows nothing about the technical details of the posted jobs) can match base requirements against what the hiring manager is looking for. If they get a match, they just forward the resume to the manager. Doing stuff like this on the form is likely going to result in them just moving on without looking at your application further. And it doesn’t mean it’s a bad place to work; the company and the manager might be great.



  • Start with the reverse. If you had half a pizza and you wanted to divide it by quarters of a pizza, you’d be able to do it 4 times (there are four quarter slices in a half pizza).

    But with this we’re asking how many half-pizza slices are in a quarter-pizza slice. The answer is that there’s half of one (half of a half is a quarter).