My friend was in the army and told me he got a special exception and didn’t have to shave as often. But that was the army, and his job mostly involved setting up communications equipment, so maybe that matters.

Thanks for the insight. Glad Lemmy can give context for worrying articles like these.

I got their hot water dispenser but didn’t see any kettles except ones that timed out after like an hour.

I don’t need to drink tea at all. But if I have to sit and wait for water to boil, I just don’t drink as much. Maybe it’s my ADHD, but I’ll just put it off and then suddenly it’s the end of the day.

I tried to get an electric kettle last year, but I guess they don’t make the kind that keep the water hot all day anymore. So I had to get a whole hot water dispenser that keeps it hot for days now.

Russia is the world’s largest producer of asbestos, with an annual production of around 630,000 million metric tons in 2023.

Bigotry, rape, and stick drift. Yup, totally comparable.

Sleipnir isn’t a centaur. It’s a horse with eight legs.

I dated a girl who could recite pi to a hundred places.

There have been few things in my life more satisfying than being in a room full of generally smart, knowledgeable people, and being the only one who knows the answer to a trivia question. It’s happened a few times in my life, and usually it’s about mythology.

One time while scoring the round, the quizmaster was asking the questions aloud and letting the crowd shout back the correct answers. When it came to the Greek mythology question I was the only one who shouted, “Tartarus!” Someone in the back of the room shouted, “Nerd!” Later in the round he found me and apologized, but it didn’t bother me.

For my first baby shower we hired our quizmaster to host trivia. In the interest of fairness, our six person team was split across three of the teams. It ended in a three-way tie, and the tiebreaker was the name of Odin’s horse. It was Sleipnir, which means “Slippy”. Slippy the eight-legged horse. That one was especially satisfying.

So there was this band around that time that quickly became my favorite band ever, called Splashdown. They had a couple of EPs, and then just when they were about to release their first LP, their producer fucked them over and it never got released. Sixteen beautiful songs that would never see the light of day. They couldn’t get the rights back, so the band just sort of… ended.

I bought their old EPs from their website, and they sent me a bootleg copy of the unreleased album, Blueshift. It remains one of my favorite albums of all time. (Nowadays you can find it on YouTube.)

Anyway, the song Karma Slave, by Splashdown, is on the Titan A.E. soundtrack. It’s as close as they got to success, and it was my introduction to this movie, which I enjoyed.

No, they just wrote new tracks for the most recent re-release, Sonic Origins. Not because Jackson is controversial or anything, but because there was some kind of copyright issue.

Personally I never liked Carnival Night Zone, but the rest of the tracks were a downgrade.

Just as the George Floyd protests did not produce real change

That’s just not true though. You’re just spouting bullshit on the internet.

I’d just learned about it too. They were super easy to use. I’m going to have a lot of fun making my kids lunch.

I’ve heard people describe games like this as “Metroidbrainias”, which is the dumbest name ever, but the point is that it’s a game where progress is blocked not just by obtaining in-game power-ups, but by learning how to use abilities that you already possess at the beginning of the game. The player is the one who levels up. I love that.

Also consider trying it again, but use items. The items completely break most of the fights if you just use them.

I know that sounds like obvious advice, but my personal inclination is to never use items, and usually items aren’t that great, so it was novel to me that when I got stuck, the answer was just: use items.

My parents are great, and they did a lot for me, but they didn’t put in any extra effort on things like birthdays.

I go all out for my kids’ birthdays. Like for my daughter’s third birthday, I transformed the house into Elsa’s ice palace. I built the exterior out of cardboard and a roll of blue plastic tablecloth, two stories tall, hanging from our indoor balcony. Then I bathed the living in blue light, covered it in snowflake decorations, and turned the AC way down.

They’re actually PB&J sandwiches. Kids party.

They’re peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with food dye marker on them.

I was planning to do cookies the same way, but ran out of time.

Holy shit a talking cat!

The Highlander is an SUV and is thus unsafe to pedestrians and worse than a minivan according to this post.