Probably dumped them. Guess I could be worse…
Probably dumped them. Guess I could be worse…
Just FYI, the striped pole attached to the hydrant is so it can be found under snow.
She’s got nothing on Weird Al Yankovic. Or Bjork, but I wouldn’t call much of her music pop.
That is practically the perfect example of a good act which is also an act of harm reduction.
None of my millennial friends use TikTok to begin with. Seems more Gen Z.
I thought it was a zucchini until I came to the comments.
Thank you!
People so rarely think of the disabled. Sure, most modern buses can “kneel” to let someone with a wheelchair on or off, but that doesn’t exactly make public transit disability friendly. For one thing, odds are that person has to wheels themselves pretty damn far to get to and from the bus stop. There is also generally one spot that a wheelchair will fit in and one spot only. There are also usually only two seats for the disabled/elderly and the disabled not infrequently get harassed for using those seats if they don’t look disabled enough for other people’s liking.
For another, there are many different types of disability. Having an elevator or kneeling bus doesn’t solve every disabled person’s problems with access. And what about the immunocompromised? Public transit is one of the most dangerous things you can engage in as someone susceptible to infection.
There will always be a need for personal modes of transportation of some kind. Public transportation is wonderful and I am a huge proponent of it, but it is not the be-all and end-all solution that people like to pretend it is.
I get stuck in dreams like that semi-regularly. They’re kind of traumatizing every time.
Sharks in dark swimming pools
Scalloped potatoes can only remind me of being miserable as a child.
Yesterday I was eating some miso soup and then was offered a grilled cheese. I had a grilled cheese and miso soup for lunch.
Not the classic combination you might think.
Jesus christ do I hate water chestnuts. I don’t know how anyone ever did decide that they’re food. Starvation, I guess.
I wouldn’t even accept one chance for bullshit in my food.
I used to do that! Never encountered someone else who did.
I once ghosted a friend of some fifteen years after a friend of nearly twenty years told me he had raped her a few years prior.
I’m not sure I believe it (there was alcohol involved and he’s a super kind person, so my suspicion is that she regretted it and saw it as rape because they were both drunk), but I believe she believes it and she is my number one.
Not saying you raped anybody. Just giving an example of a reason.
I haven’t worn them recently, but the jingling is actually what got me into earrings. I liked having slightly dangly earrings and so when I shook my head they would jingle delicately.
That’s really only something you have to worry about with large hoop earrings (with rare exception).
It may be more balanced than it was before, but there are a lot of accounts which come across as heavy-handed propaganda and/or radicalized teenagers.
Damn, you had a better view of it than I did up here in Washington (State).