Seriously, though, Trix ads were a great example of psychological manipulation. They don’t try to convince you that Trix is desirable—because of course everybody wants Trix—instead they frame the question: Does the rabbit get any? It was an example of the Thinking Past The Sale technique.
I don’t think that those people waiting in line to go swimming wanted to be grabbed.
Where did I imply it’s bad?
Shouldn’t official government websites be only concerned about the people actually employed at them and decision makers?
based on their collective actions for centuries, don’t deserve it.
Found the war criminal.
The War Prayer, a prose poem by Mark Twain.
I was gonna say that this was my favorite all-in-one, but then I remembered the mouse. And the keyboard is removable, so that’s, like, 2½ pieces?
On the other hand, some people blow their tops when I match singular they to singular verb forms. I think people just like getting angry.
For fun, here’s a link to the 10,000-year clock, built by The Long Now Foundation. The level of modern engineering, and planning, that it takes to build a clock that will operate for 10,000 years is fascinating. When you stop to think about, say, the trope of a mechanism that will slide back a 20-ton rock door reliably after 2,000 years is quite ridiculous.
Take a look at the works of David Sedaris. Those fit the description, and are funny.
Big Brother in the book was menacing. Best JD can pull off is bratty and annoying.
I just learned recently that he actually died from the COVID-19 vaccine. That’s what caused his neck to that.
Moving regime officials into quarters on military bases. They clearly have… plans.
For 15 years I lived in an apartment with the bathroom shelves directly above the toilet. It’s a corollary of Murphy’s Law that anything dropped in the bathroom somehow will land in the toilet bowl. Hence, the lid stays closed.
You might think, but a couple of weeks ago, uhh, a friend was sitting on the toilet at work when m…, I mean his equipment retracted and shot a stream of urine over the rim, which fortunately(?) was contained by his pants and underwear. Reportedly, he had to drape them over the vents in his urine-smelling office until they were dry enough so that he could go home and change clothes.
There’s a blast from the past! Thanks for the reminder. I have a 5-digit user ID account, and I just checked to find out that it’s still active. I probably hadn’t logged in for about 15 years, and it still has an email address that went away 25 years ago.
I’m 2 degrees of separation from Elon Musk, Max Levchin, and Tim Walz.
I feel like we could fix this problem with new terminology. We have words for many various events and stretches of the diurnal cycle: Dawn, sunrise, morning/forenoon, afternoon, sunset, and dusk, but nothing quite so definite for the night hours. I would certainly understand what it would mean if somebody said, “the evening of the 3rd into the wee hours of the 4th,” but those terms lack precision. Both foremidnight and aftermidnight would convey the meaning, but sound awkward.
Historically, I think it makes sense that we base the reckoning of a day on our natural photoperiod. Until the advent of artificial lighting, the night was a liminal period of time, and hardly anybody was awake and active to make dividing it up useful. I suppose we could change the rollover time to noon, but that divides up the sunlit period across different days. At least we already have words to use, and “the morning of January 1st” would be unambiguous, as would “the night of January 1st,” but counterintuitively, the morning of January 1st would occur after the afternoon. Making it some other time would just be just as arbitrary, and much more awkward. Sunrise, for instance, varies quite a bit throughout the year. (By about half an hour even at the equator, and by almost 5 1/2 hours in Oslo.) So, now does the sunrise on January 1st occur just after or just before the new day begins? What about places where the sun stays in the sky for longer than a clock-day during parts of the year?
Better to just agree on some new words, I think.
I took the Amtrak Empire Builder to Glacier National Park, which was supposed to arrive around six o’clock in the evening. The train was already late to Columbus, where I got on, which was not a good sign given the proximity to Chicago. Then, the train had to dramatically decrease speed across North Dakota (85MPH down to 60MPH, IIRC), because record-high temperatures in July were causing the rails to expand too much, making them uneven. I got to the station at the park 8 hours late.
It was way too late to find accommodations. Luckily, I had my camping gear, so I just camped on a bench at the station until morning.