What am I gonna do with a bushel of to tomatoes?
But, seriously, my biggest issue with buying from “real” farmer’s markets is the gas and time I spend getting there and the ease of buying WAY more than I will realistically be able to actually eat before it goes bad. It’s so easy to buy too much (For me anyway, that 's probably just a me problem).
“Current” science is a bit of a stretch, like a couple thousand years of stretching. Eratosthenes showed the earth was round and calculated its circumference to an astonishing precision using research and fairly simple trigonometry. He died 2,219 years ago.
True. True. True. And yet, that market may exist regardless. We’ll see I guess.
My social anxiety combined with an ability to sing that is overshadowed by my ability to hear when people sing off key is exactly why I sing karaoke. I belt out the songs I know I can sing (at least a little) and songs that I love because it beats the thrill of any roller coaster around. My eyes may be closed. My hands might be shaking so bad I can barely hold the mic. But… I don’t know. Karaoke isn’t about being good. It’s not about talent. It’s not about looking good for the gram. It’s about being in the moment and not letting all of that bullshit silence the song in your heart. Fucking let it all out. It’s like jumping out of a plane BECAUSE you have a fear of heights instead of doing it in spite of that fear.
At that scale meters and miles are pretty close with respect to orders of magnitude, which is why practically everyone talks about these scales in AUs regardless of what units they actually used to do the science.
A CSV is just a long string of text with a few control characters tossed in for end lines. There are practically no rules enforced by the file type itself. You can dump that unsanitized and poorly awk’d data into whatever awful mess you want. Nobody’s stopping you. Sure, excel will force it’s CSV formatting rules on you when you export like a child’s training wheels. But that’s not relevant here.
I use the word pardon because there are lots of local Spanish speakers, tourist/seasonal French Canadian speakers, and occasionally tourists from farther abroad around and I’d rather be understood than pretend everyone speaks English. When speaking to strangers, like when I’m asking forgiveness for being an inconvience to them or trying to politely get someone’s attention, preferring loan words that really don’t need translation in order to be understood just seems like good citizenship and also more kind.
That’s not how TV in the 80s and 90s worked. Most of the TV we watched as kids in the 80s would have been reruns of things in syndication. Millenials born in 82 would have grown up watching reruns of Cheers for their entire childhood and likely have memories of watching even some of the later episodes live.
Don’t sleep on that toothache if it is due to an infection. Tooth infections can kind of fast track to the sinuses and then the brain and go real bad real quick. Also there’s the pain. I don’t know how you can survive with that pain AND a tiny human. Probably best not to die on them because of a dumb thing like a toothache.
It’s not one more day, it’s tomorrow. If it’s already Thursday, then it’s usually already much less than a day till Friday (because we usually sleep through the first quarter of the day). Wednesday night there is only one more day till Friday.
I’m not making excuses for anyone, but I’ve accidentally done this. On my phone and messaging app, if I read a text and leave the conversation open (not exiting the thread and the app) I won’t get any further notifications from that person no matter how much they text. I’m sure it’s a setting somewhere, but the setting is dumb. Like, surely I don’t want a bunch of pings when I’m actively conversing with someone and looking at the app, but leaving the thread open and the screen off “should” still get a notification, even if the app is open under my lock screen.
Some of those “morals” need to decay.
What’s wrong with tuna salad? Potato salad? Macaroni salad? Coleslaw (a kind of cabbage salad)? Mayo isn’t really all that different than many other salad dressings either. Also, pretty much any decent deli sandwich is basically a salad with meat and cheese dressed in mayo between two slices of bread.
You’re missing out.
Bicycles (and electric scooters) are vehicles that should also be following the same rules as car, i.e. not driving the wrong way down a one way street and not bombing down the sidewalk. I mean, I still look both ways, but that’s because people are dumb maniacs on the road, not because bicycles.
I’ve felt that. In my story, I’m an adult out on a date. I order a molcajete dish from the local Mexican restaurant. I’ve had this dish before at a few places. I know it’s usually spicy. I want this. I have a vague memory of the waitress confirming I was okay with a spicy dish. I enthusiastically confirm.
I had never encountered this level of spicy before. Those other molcajete dishes I’d had were milquetoast. This was flavortown gone nuclear. My entire head turned red apparently. The sweat started on my forehead, then my neck, and eventually my entire head was running like a sock over a faucet. I hadn’t encountered real heat like this before. I was in experienced, so I didn’t know that drinking my beer between bites was only making the heat worse. The waitress kept bringing them though. At one point I could hear people laughing together in the kitchen. It was a quiet restaurant, we may have been the only ones there at this point.
I was not bowed or broken. I ate the whole damn thing. It was otherwise also a delicious dish and now that I had broken through into the fire dimension I was tasting flavors I didn’t even have words for. These flavors were here the whole time but I couldn’t experience them until I had set my mouth on fire. I eventually won the day, or so I thought until the next day when dinner had it’s revenge on the way out.
Jalapenos don’t get the respect they deserve. Sure they don’t have the face melting power of some other peppers. But they taste fucking great in ways the other peppers can’t match. They are also sneaky. I’ve had jalapeno with little to no heat, almost like a better tasting green bell pepper. And I’ve had jalapeno that were face melty sweet awesomeness. The secret I eventually learned was to seek the peppers with those little brown stretch marks. More stretch marks mean more fire.
You were always only a few clicks away from some program that look liked it hadn’t been updated since Windows 95.
That remains true for 10 and 11 too. For a quick trip back to 1995, just do something that you probably haven’t done this millennium, change your mouse pointer. Instant nostalgia. Device manager in general hasn’t changed much either.
I wouldn’t even count that against them, working functionality shouldn’t be changed without good reason, except that it exposes how much windows is a patch job on a fundamentally flawed design. If it were a boat or car, it would be more Bondo than metal at this point. Why are these dialogs so stuck in the past? Shouldn’t it be a simple matter to have them use the latest design elements to at least look consistent, even if the functionality hasn’t changed a bit.
Usually only kernel changes if at all, but they mentioned registry keys.
You’re a hypocrite with a whole lot of hate. I hope you get help.
Those sun visors (and pretty much any soft case or sleeve type holder) absolutely devoured CDs. I had one too, everybody did, but I only let mine eat my burned CDs (mostly mixes I crafted with cross-fades and normalized levels using foobar2000 and a pirated copy of SoundForge) and carefully curated MP3-CDs. Scratched? Who cares, I burned multiple copies to pass around and trade with friends anyway.