“You got turds in my shit!”

“You got shit on my turds!”

Nobody:

Paramount & Warner: “Two great tastes that taste great together!”

Muppet Family Christmas and Emmett Otter are our yearly Xmas Eve watch.

Today it’s the Doctor Who episode “A Christmas Carol”, on the day that we’re all halfway out of the dark.

As someone who browses almost exclusively 9n my phone, I appreciate having a moment to pause it, flip my phone sideways, and adjust the resolution because YouTube always defaults to crappy.

Incremental change is often the best we can hope for in this world.

Really love the music in this one. Bringing in the piano really hints with the deeper emotional themes pulling at Paul, who is diving into a world that’s entirely new to him but might find himself gasping for the air of the world he’s lost.

Yeah hell, I don’t even read my inbox.

I was with you right up until the end there.

Weight class is already built into wrestling at all levels. If it’s such a concern, build it into other sports, like you said.

In the distant future, advanced beings who may or may not be descended from us (or our creations) will develop the ability to recreate everyone who has ever lived in history. A small subset of these beings will be assholes who believe it is their job and their right to judge all those recreated people and serve judgment. One of those recreated people will be a copy of me.

It won’t be me, but it will believe it is me. So I should care a little bit about what my actions will do to affect that, maybe. Except I don’t. It’s actually out of my hands, like everything else.

I’d argue this is true of most entertainment. It works though. Cookies aren’t good either, but they trick my brain into thinking it’s happy for a few minutes. I’ll fucking take it.

My opinion is this: if you can’t be bothered to use proper grammar and spelling and express yourself clearly, you should shut the fuck up.

Can you explain the title of the thread to me? What is a “such opinion”?

For 5 million in gold? Introduce me to Fido.

That’s interesting, because for English-speakers, a baton is more closely associated with a delicate little conductor’s baton, though I suppose those big twirly sticks with pompoms that cheerleaders throw are also called batons.

In related news, praying to him for any of these things won’t actually do jack shit.

That’s there because of analog clocks, which somebody in history decided would look too cluttered if they counted all 24 hrs, and at any rate we’re asleep for roughly a third of them anyway, so it’s superfluous. The 12-hr clock is an elegant design solution.

So a while back, the smoke alarm in the kid’s room directly below mine started going off for no apparent reason at 3 AM. Got up, went downstairs to silence it, checked everything in the house, smelled for smoke, looked at all the outlets, etc. Dug through drawers to find a new 9V battery and figured it was either a battery issue or a literal bug set it off. Never really got back to restful sleep after that, and the next day I kept worrying I had missed something and a shorted wire was quietly smoldering away in the wall somewhere.

Next night, around the same time, I was again jolted out of sleep by a loud beep, but by the time I had gotten downstairs, there was no alarm going off, just my ears ringing. Asked everyone else if they heard an alarm, they said no. I must’ve hallucinated it, but I was also experiencing the most intense tinitus I have ever had. I don’t usually get tinitus at all, but my ears were ringing so loudly I couldn’t get back to sleep for a half hour afterwards.

I believe I had a major psychosomatic event, which manifested tinitus. It’s either that or the timing of the random tinitus that woke me up was a bizarre coincidence.

I could never use one of those unless it also had a camera with it. If shadowmen are going to mess with me in my sleep, they’ll have to live with having their images captured on camera.

If you asked my wife, the answer would be that you use them for a day or two tops, but the important part is that you throw them in the hamper wet, and then make sure to put other clothes and stuff on top of them so they sit there damp and mouldering until laundry day comes around.

Our towel bar is directly above the heating grate, so towels, properly hung, will dry fairly quickly there. Considering that towels are typically only used to dry you once you’ve just thoroughly cleaned yourself, they won’t smell like much of anything but maybe soap and shampoo for many days of use, assuming they are able to dry out. But apparently it’s more of a priority that they get put in the laundry basket immediately, moisture be damned. I gave up trying to fight that fight long ago.