Long before I met her, my wife worked in mortuary sciences. I often forget that, though, because she got into different fields and I’ve never encountered her in her original environment.
Still, every once in a while she’ll come out with something like “so once I was working on this dead guy” and, well, let’s just say all the attention in the room will suddenly be centered on her.
That sounds fun.
For the first sentence or two, I thought you were talking about the unrelated book.
Thank you for the new media!
You should be more careful with your phone.
Kahlua and vodka and some other stuff. For my own drinks (and others who were properly forewarned) I used to replace the vodka with everclear.
Oh, sorry. That’s something different.
That indeed is a functional method, but I’m not sure I’d call it more accessible. Unless you mean that more people probably own a pot than an appropriate microwave safe container, in which case, fair enough.
This bitch don’t know about Pangaea.
Warning, the first thirty seconds or so of the video are about as NSFW as you can get on YouTube.
The part I’m quoting is almost exactly seven minutes in, but personally, I always enjoy the entire thing.
(but that’s not a criticism, I enjoyed your comment)
I am comprised of 90 some children and also was alive in the 90s, but sheltered. Looking up the quote from the image shows that it’s a lyric from “She Talks to Angels” by The Black Crowes.
I’m not sure about the background image. I think it might be artists who were popular in the 90s, but that’s more than half just guessing.
Presumably the point of the OP was that Bruce Willis’ character could have been not going to work but wasted all that time doing so because he didn’t know he didn’t have to.
Like if you or I suddenly became independently wealthy over night but didn’t realize because we didn’t check our balances, so we kept working; likely we would lament the time wasted at work after learning that it was unnecessary.
A while ago there was a reddit post about how you don’t need bagged popcorn to pop popcorn. You don’t even need any of them there fancy air poppers. All you need is a glass container and the popcorn itself. And it’s true!
The only part that presented any trouble was finding a safe container with a safe lid - during the process of popping, an individual kernel is super warm, so if it hits a lid that can’t tolerate that it can melt pits into the lid.
Other than that (and making sure you don’t add too much popcorn, that stuff expands like crazy), just dump the kernels into your container, cover it up (don’t forget to vent as appropriate) and then microwave as you would the bagged stuff. Add your seasonings, shake up the container, and enjoy.
Don’t worry, I have the same problem. Every day is a struggle, but I’m doing all right.
Wow, you’ve missed out.
It is a lot.
There are also the options of declining or, if you don’t want the caller to know, muting.
Fair enough, good job getting it resolved.
You should not. If it’s a legitimate entity who needs something from you, they will call again, email, text, snail mail or knock on your door. If it’s a scammer they still probably will call again, but at least you won’t have marked your number as active.
In short, there’s no benefit to but some risk involved in calling back.
Where I grew up, there was a town that had been intentionally flooded to make a reservoir, or so my parents told me; they claimed that when the reservoir was low, you could see the top of the church steeple. At the time, I drove past the area nearly daily and would often survey the waters, but never found anything that was likely to be more than shadows or a trick of the eye. At the time, I had barely learned of climate change and so wasn’t worried about it; I just liked the idea of a structurally intact, intentionally flooded city.
I just looked it up to make sure I was remembering the details correctly. It turns out that either I misremembered or my parents exaggerated. The town apparently existed and was flooded, but at the time of flooding consisted of foundations and one very tall flagpole. Apparently it’s a common pastime of kayakers and the like to look for the top of the flagpole. This is probably what my parents were referring to.
Still pretty cool, though.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do; I’m half crazy, all for the love of you! It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage, but you’ll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.
Do you have a flag?