I’m hoping the whole administration is a situation of Hanlon’s Razor, but that might also just be me huffing copium.

This is how I learned to stop misspelling necessary: your shirt has one collar and two sleeves.

They weren’t braking; they were driving highway speeds in front of me.

Quick Googling puts snow at 1-20 pounds per cubic foot, depending on moisture content. Using conservative numbers of one foot of snow, 7 feet wide, and 15 feet long that could be 105-2100 pounds. On the low end, I can’t see that being enough weight to matter, and on the high end, that might seriously strain some vehicles suspensions.

Also as someone in the Midwest that got hit by snow flying off the top of an uncleaned car this morning from several hundred feet away, I don’t care how much weight it is. Clean off your car.

I mean sure both parties are going to serve the Almighty shareholder by finding reasons to avoid wealth taxes, upholding capitalism where the strongest survive (except for corporations that lobby well and need bailed out of course), and using their positions in the government to personally profit. But at least one party is going to recognize that trans people are humans, make an effort to oversee environmental or workers rights, or even admit that human beings deserve to eat in the process.

While a boiled steak would certainly taste terrible, as a strictly salt, pepper, ripping hot cast iron, steak enjoyer, steak tastes just fine by itself. Well by itself with the Maillard reaction.

I’m thinking of the hot dogs. While being chewed, swallowed, and digested seems like a horrible end, it can’t really be much worse than their conception was to begin with. Such is the life of a hot dog.

100% agree and it cleans up easier than regular syrupy soda.

What a wonderful read.

I’ve had similar thoughts. Maybe not a rotation, but a compulsory period of service following high school that where people can select from a variety of public service assignments.

Beee kaaay have it your way.

If you see my kayak and fishing poles tell them I miss them and I hope I get to spend more time with them when my son is a few years older.

Interested people are interesting.

My grandma got me into birding when I was a young child. My friends always text me pictures of birds like it’s a quiz. Maybe this means they’ll start to catch up.

The irony of this sign being photographed on a cellphone while driving takes this to the next level.

The older I get the more I’ve started to structure my ideal of being comfortable as meaning “my time is more valuable than my money.” Whereas I used to change my own oil or absolutely refuse to pay a delivery fee on take out, now I recognize that it’s more important to me to save that time than that money. Especially when it comes to things I could do, but a professional could do in a matter of hours to my days/weeks of work (I’m looking at you drywall finishing).