What’s funny is that I also think I’m on the spectrum.
And to continue the conversation - my husband and I have been talking about visiting a South American country this summer where roasted guinea pig is on the menu. I honestly think I could give it a try even though I try to save any mice that my cats corner.
Food choices are both weird and personal. I’ll always respect that.
I sort of like snakes, but am hesitant to handle them because 1) they’re wild creatures and therefore unpredictable and 2) I heard that they will poo on you if they’re alarmed. I don’t need that. It’s more practical than visceral.
Spiders? Hell no. It’s not even an option.
Most people I know fall on either one side or the other. It’s not a bad ice-breaker or conversation starter.
So I’ve got some cats. They’re small, but they can fuck up your day.
That being said, I rely on them solely as an early warning system. If I’m home alone and hear a strange sound that may be cause for alarm, I look for cats. If they’re sleeping peacefully there’s no external threat. If they can’t be found, someone is nearby. It may just be the mail delivery, but they know when a human is in the vicinity.
Spiders of the sea. Crabs too. I wouldn’t want to touch one that wasn’t cooked.
Although I find the comparison discomforting to think about, the sea spiders both go well with butter and are generally regarded as delicious.
That introduces the question: if there were a land spider large enough to nullify the risk/reward/deliciousness equation, would I give it a try? My gut answer is no, but I think the realistic answer is, “I’ll wait and see what my fellow apes do with it first. If they have any good recipes, probably yes.”
I would say that the hair is the set of raccoons that hang out on the roof of the house and do weird shit at unexpected times.
I’m somehow more creeped out by the Greatest American Hero hairstyling.
https://www.rottentomatoes.com/tv/the_greatest_american_hero/s01
Have you ever wished that you were personal friends with a 16th century French petty nobleman and diplomat? His essays are more interesting and more accessible than that sounds.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michel_de_Montaigne
I trusted my drug dealer’s recommendation on that one and was not disappointed, so I’m passing it on.
Also, I will never not recommend Pliny the Younger’s account of his uncle’s death by volcanic eruption (Vesuvius) and his own story of surviving it. PDF versions are widely available.
Thanks for understanding. I think I was having a Norman Bates moment there: “we all go a little mad sometimes.”
Is it possible for everyone to stop saying this?
My apologies if you happen to be a SLAMS/BLASTS/BREAKS HIS SILENCE bot and are just following your programming. It’s just beyond tiresome because we know. We fucking know. It’s a lazy and hyperbolic headline filler. But now we have lazy headline writing followed up with a lazy comment pointing out that the former is lazy.
And it’s starting to break my mind in the same way “This” did on Reddit.
One more apology for me being bitchy tonight. It’s not so much this comment, but every single identical one that came before it.
It seems like everyone is talking about these cascading failures.
Yeah - it seemed pretty normal for a Parker Bros game from the 70s to come with a couple of inserts that advertised their other games. I want to say the same thing about NES cartridges.
One interesting thing I’ve noticed about mosquitoes is that this phenomenon seems to depend on location. The local mosquitoes favor my husband. In other states or countries the situation is often reversed. When we visited Cuba the government was doing aggressive mosquito control due to Zika. I still got disproportionately attacked.
The first time we stayed with the in-laws she repacked my luggage for me. We barely knew each other. Wasn’t that nice of her? /s
Hello fellow non-psychopath!
I might wear jeans if I have to leave the house to shop, but that’s usually just for an hour or two at most. When I get home the pants come off and put aside for use on another day. The same holds true for all of my “outside” clothes. It’s just wasteful to wash something that’s been worn for an hour a day.
That being said, there was a whole thing a decade ago with Levi’s. https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/20140714180558-14928043-the-dirty-jeans-manifesto/
hotel and meal vouchers
In the US? Not in the past decade. I usually get a link to an app that’s like shitty Expedia for local hotels. You can race to compete for rooms with other stranded passengers while your partner tries to re-book the flight for the next day. “I’m sorry - all flights are full until next Tuesday. We can put you on standby, but there’s a list of people ahead of you.”
This probably goes hand in hand with the trend of providing sleepable bench seating in airports. For awhile they were doing the anti-homeless park bench design. You’ll have to fight your fellow passengers for space, but it’s better than the floor at DIA or ORD.
masks in the cabin aren’t designed to keep you awake. They’re just designed to keep you alive.
In that situation I’m perfectly fine with that. More than perfectly fine, in fact. Sounds like a feature I’d pay extra for (don’t tell United).
Ah. COVID.
When the vaccine came out it was allocated in stages. Healthcare providers and the elderly were prioritized. As they should be. When it was finally available to the general public, the state released a website that helped you find the nearest pharmacy with doses. And it was guaranteed to be free.
I found one local pharmacy in a nearby village and we got our dose. They didn’t ask for a copay, but did write down our insurance info. Two weeks later, we got a bill from United Health because we unknowingly used an out of network pharmacy for our ‘free’ shots.
Minor thing, but it’s just an example of our garbage. I’ve never had a good experience with healthcare in the US. OK - scratch that. The time I needed stitches for a bad cut, the receptionist who was billing me whispered that “If you’re any kind of ‘medical professional,’ you can remove them yourself and avoid another visit.” Shit - I own stuff for sewing. That was good, although slightly painful advice.
Canada was wild, though. I visited a walk-in clinic for an abscess on my leg. No bill. I also visited the ER with chest pain. In both cases I felt like a criminal for leaving without giving them my credit card info.
“2 Nazis in a car” is exactly my horrified emotion in the moment.
And it’s true that I didn’t word that correctly, but it happened 20 years ago so the words are not an exact quote. However, they do convey the gist of the conversation. And I really really wanted to make it clear that I’m not the original Nazi in the car.
I was getting a ride home from work with a colleague, which was nice of her because I usually took the bus. We had been friendly for some time, and I never understood why other people at work were creeped out by her. Sure, she could be cold and a bit intimidating in a stereotypical “immigrant from former eastern bloc country” sort of way.
I would compare her to a pretty, young, athletic and blonde Frau Verbissene. And she was not afraid to be comedically cutting. For example, one day I was mindlessly trying (and failing) to unscrew something and she walked up behind me and dryly said, “I am not native to North America, but in Europe we turn it to the left to loosen bolts.” It’s a little bit mean, but also funny.
But to the main point, it was that car ride when I found out she was a Nazi. OK - Maybe not an actual Nazi, but a big fan. She explained that in her country, <I’m paraphrasing this next bit, so her words> they had asked the Jews to leave, had tried to incentivize the Jews to leave, but the Jews would not leave. When the Germans came to her country, they fixed that problem.
“Oh. Shit. I’m carpooling with a Nazi.”
The “conventionally attractive” Marx brother, who usually played the straight man. Still better known than Gummo, if I were to guess.
We’re personally fans of Harpo, mainly because of the metaphorical whiplash that comes from watching his scenes. One minute you’re laughing at the comical clown or admiring his musical skill, and the next you realize that he’s actually a dangerous maniac. (Run, children!!! He is not safe!!)