If there were a god, and the god demands your soul, then it was never your soul to begin with.

You basically had a license to use a soul while you were alive.

Late winter/early spring here in New England, we had an unseasonably warm day (those seem more frequent lately).

I went outside to check on my hens and there were tons of honeybees going crazy for their chicken feed!

The birds didn’t seem to mind the bees, nor vice-versa (except when one of my girls wanted a little extra crunchy snack)

I didn’t think bees would be interested in chicken feed. I’ve always been more concerned about rodents there.

I looked into it, and apparently it’s a common thing…the chicken feed is high on protein, which they need early in the season for feeding all their larva…but at the same time, not many flowers are coming up yet.

It’s a special formulation of honey called “bee bread”.

These were “layer crumbles”, chunks of chicken food, looks like Post Grape Nuts cereal, but not as good. Lots of dust in there as well, which clings nicely to the bees “fur”, sort of like pollen would.

Anyway I thought that was cool.

Well, I’m upper, upper-class, high-society
God’s gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom, the event is never small
The social pages say I’ve got the biggest balls of all

I see you haven’t attended very many black-tie orgies. How…quaint.

Is Satnav an Aussie term? I only know it from Bluey.

And I use GPS (what we Americans call it, even though that’s technically incorrect) for routes I’m well familiar with, mostly because of either traffic awareness or finding a new scenic route.

What it doesn’t know is the driving habits of others.

I don’t usually drive into work anymore, but my job is in Cambridge MA. For those not familiar with the area, there are two ways in from points south on the highways…tunnel, or pike.

My decision of which way to go comes down to how much traffic I expect at the exit.

If I go Pike, I have to deal with a shitty lane shift at the offramp that nobody executes properly and I always end up nearly getting fender-checked every time.

If I go tunnel, it’s like…three consecutive exits that have to be taken. Like you get off the exit, then a sub-exit, then another sub-exit. Between exits one and two you have to get over a lane…except that lane is always backed up past where the first exit merges with it. So you have to be an asshole and speed past all of them and stop somewhere in the middle when you see a good enough gap…or you have to stop at the exit and get in the middle of the line. Either way you have to be a huge asshole to get where you need to go.

curl accepts variables in uppercase and lowercase. if both are set, lowercase takes precedence.

Except in OS’s that don’t have case sensitivity, i.e. DOS- and NT-based systems.

rtm

N-word bike lane doesn’t make any sense unless there’s a separate Whites bike lane…and as much as these fucks would love to bring back Jim Crow and segregation, I really don’t see them putting in a bike lane just for the whites, let alone one for the blacks.

They’ll put in a special lane for rollin’ coal on the interstate before they do that.

In a roundabout way…sure.

I wonder if anybody asked her to move.

Geoffrey Rush quote.

Jeffrey Lebowski stare.

We are also coming up on the high point of its ~11 year activity cycle.

C’mon, police. If you’ve got nothing to hide you’ve got nothing to fear, right? Right?

One of my conservative neighbors replaced his immigrant landscaper with a robot lawnmower. Is that double-dipping?

AI taking jobs is totally fine…in a post-scarcity socialist utopia.

We aren’t there yet, though.

Epicurian President.

Yep. Just another means to control the populace and extract more money out of them.

Look at programs like MethCheck, putting pseudoephedrine products behind the counter and putting a limit on purchasing…requiring ID to purchase.

So now we’ve got:

• A limit on how much Sudafed we can buy (without a prescription, which is it’s own level of bullshit because now you gotta see a doctor)
• A requirement to have valid state-issued ID to purchase medicine.
• Phenylephrine, a glorified placebo, taking over all cold medicine.
• Poor people can’t steal medicine (I see this as a con)
• Smurfs.
• Just as much meth.

Dude wtf didn’t Kyle Busch just die of sepsis at 41?

What’s up with relatively young famous people suddenly dying of sepsis??

Can’t be a good Christian without a little suffering and oppression.

Nope. Unspoken side-effect of obesity.

Kind of a multi-faceted usage of the word “belittle” here, but I’ll allow it.

I hate to gatekeep, especially after my last comment…but how fat have you been?

Losing weight is not complicated or hard. I never said it was. I said it’s a 24/7 challenge of willpower that doesn’t go away when you hit target weight.

The biggest chunk of that willpower is spent against fighting the lack of (or insensitivity to) the hormone that makes them feel full in the first place…a problem that can now be countered medically.

It’s not surprising, then, that when they stop taking the medicine, they start feeling hungry, and when they are hungry, they would eat.

It paints a picture that there are actual physiological barriers to losing weight…physical barriers that probably didn’t mean much before the current food landscape. Now calorie-dense foods are cheap, readily available, shelf-stable, physically addicting, and completely devoid of actual nutrition.

That physically addicting part is really the worst of it. You can’t just not eat. You have to succumb to hunger eventually.

Telling a fat person to lose weight is no different than telling an alcoholic to cut back to no more than 3 drinks a day, forever. Is that impossible or unreasonable, for someone else has never experienced alcoholism? Sure. Absolutely. Is it something you can realistically expect from an alcoholic? No, that’s crazy…nothing against alcoholics, but we know and understand now that it’s addiction and there are physiological barriers, and telling people that the cure is to just cut back is batshit insane.

Likewise, you can’t just stop eating. You have to face a trigger, multiple times a day, every day. It’s incredibly exhausting.