

Mine might be that we didn’t own an encyclopedia; I can’t remember if we did or not. But… I think we did.
Mine might be that we didn’t own an encyclopedia; I can’t remember if we did or not. But… I think we did.
I am a lurker, mostly. I have never tried to change anyone’s opinion online that I can think of. But as a lurker, you can bet that my viewpoint might be changed by a good argument, even if it’s not directed at me. Just as it happens with religion, I’m sure there are conservatives (or leftists for that matter) on the internet that may have cracks beginning to form in their worldviews, and the right exposure on the internet can send them down a rabbit hole of questioning and considering alternatives. I suspect a major part of the reason I have gotten more and more leftist myself over time is because of exposure to good arguments on the left and much fewer on the right, plus the lack of desire from the right to partake in good faith arguments.
So what I’m saying is, your argument may not get through to the target, but there is collateral … well, not damage, but you get what I mean.
Specifically lots and lots of Axe, like way too much
Has always been my favorite frosting in a can. Can’t always find it though, and the only recipe I found for it online takes sooo much work.
Hot Fuzz is up there for me too
Out of curiosity, why are you intent on a longer stitch? It will be quite a weak seam if the stitch length is much more than 3mm, depending on the fabric you are sewing.
lol I don’t think I could make up what the 10 year old said. Their minds work differently than my millennial brain. But we have been talking about the Nazi stuff a bit which is a little tricky because they haven’t studied it in school yet.
I asked them for you.
8yo said: “Horrible.” 10yo said: “Elongated Muskrat” and didn’t elaborate.
No no, he wanted credit but now it makes him look bad so he’s pretending he never wanted it. But we all know the truth.
You’re probably right about the boards and shareholders though. Assuming they even think about us at all.
Seems like you got your answer, but I’d also like to say sorry that your shower broke! I’m sure it was nasty to clean up and now it has to be replaced which is likely either an unexpected cost or your landlord’s problem, in which case I hope you have a responsive landlord.
Legit; we were literally taught to be egotistical in school with all of the “America is the best at everything” propaganda.
Harmony.
Melody is the part that you sing (essentially). Harmony is the chords underneath. If you mean you want to take away all tones, then rhythm.
But music is not a pattern of vibes. Music is a pattern of many things, including melody, harmony, rhythm, dynamics, all imposed over a steady beat. I think your premise is flawed.
Thank you, I’ve been wondering if I might want one but now I definitely don’t.
Excellent list
My ten year old and all of his friends say these things, but I think it’s mostly as a joke at this point.
Someone I know who loved her cat in a way that I don’t understand, and I love cats, insisted on showing me a picture of the expensive, elaborate silk-lined coffin she got for her cat with the dead cat lying in it. I… yeah.
If tortellini counts, that’s my preference.
I hear what you’re saying and I’m not saying you were wrong in your usage. The issue I think most women (including me) have is when men refer to us as “females” while not referring to themselves as “males” is that it makes us feel like they view us as not fully human, or like a lesser animal. Problematic people are often trying to feel superior to others, whether via race, class, religion, age, etc etc, and certainly speciesism (is that a word? Autocorrect thinks so) can play a role.
That’s still a bit different than saying “males” or “females.” Using those words as nouns makes it feel like a nature documentary narration.
2011 Jetta TDI. Newly married, my husband has a weakness for shiny new things. He had a 2008 Jetta and wanted to sell it and “upgrade” to the more efficient and environmentally friendly (er, about that) TDI. A few years later we bought a second TDI.
If you’re not familiar with Dieselgate, well, yeah, we got defrauded basically. Long story short, we ended up selling both and replacing them with…
Teslas. Sigh. Fuck me.