Just assume this kind of sloppy copy is AI.

Clearly did not know where his towel was.

Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy.

Agreed.

Yes! Lots of folks with chronic illness find themselves in a limbo where they can’t get decent treatment or often precise diagnosis. Crowdsourcing relief has mixed results, but in such circumstances reports of rigorous trial and error with various approaches is sometimes helpful in the absence of the sort of care a lot of Americans now can’t even hope for. I know this because I’ve been there. CIDP here since 2010.

Are you me?

There’s that possibly apocryphal story in The Fly reboot with Jeff Goldblum about how Einstein had like seven identical sets of clothes so he didn’t have to waste effort on deciding what to wear.

The Humanure Handbook by Joe Jenkins is a useful guide for a low-tech, sanitary, low-odor composting toilet option that is safe if correctly maintained.

Seem to recall Blood Music had a pretty ok outcome. Though maybe it was overly optimistic.

I have a neuromuscular demyelinating disorder called CIDP. And some other health complications including getting COVID induced pulmonary embolisms and being on a blood thinner that has interfered with my normal regimen of managing CIDP.

I’m chronically ill. My ability waxes and wanes. When folks see me out doing something challenging, they tend to assume I’m just fine and must be some shiftless malingerer. Rather than understanding I’ve sunk a lot of time and preparation into trying to be ok for that occasion.

If you haven’t already you may wish to read The Humanure Handbook by Joe Jenkins. It outlines a practical diy composting toilet system that is low-odor and sanitary when maintained properly.

In Appalachia, it was unlikely to not know someone on a vent or dead from Covid, yet…

I’ll see her standing by the monorail

She’ll look the same except for bionic eyes

She lost the real ones in the robot wars

I’ll say I’m sorry, she’ll say it’s not your fault

Or is it?

And she eyes me suspiciously

Hearing the whir of the servos inside

My reaction on seeing this was to wonder about the Wendy’s Nasty Patty ™.

Yeah. Feel this is a slippery slope. First it’s supposedly luxury extras like heated seats and remote starts. Next something more critical when folks are habituated to the practice? Enpoopification all around.

I was there. Mid-70’s southern Florida. The most batshit crazy fundies making my life an utter misery for around 4 years. Surely they don’t still exist.

Only know about chicken fish from Tom Waits and John Lurie.

U.S. has the Dr. Bronner’s soap label of currencies.

And I’m cracking up at the scammers phoning up my 85 year old father telling him his Windows has been compromised on his Linux desktop.

That sounds very cool. I’m totally ignorant of the hardware requirements. What sort of minimum setup would such an install take?

It’s also sometimes used as shorthand for crypto-orchidism -undescended testicles.