Please. Anything but

Just more consolidation under a unitary executive. I’m sure the Space Force is going to see huge spending and contracts in the near future.

At least China is making the EDF.

A guy who’s attracted to people expressing feminine traits? I think that’s called straight, bro. /s

I’m being reductive, but seriously it’s ultimately up to you what you’d like to identify as. What you’ve describe sounds bi or straight to me though.

You’d probably find this video interesting.

That lake was mine and I peed in it.

I feel this deep down.

My family and I live in a subdivision in suburbia. Single-family homes with ridiculous setback requirements from our sidewalkless road. We know our immediate neighbors and that’s about it. There’s the old lady with the tiny dog, whose son’s family lives down the hill and complains that she sees us more than them. And there’s the retirees who use the house as their “weekend house” while taking long bike rides around the area. And then there are people in our subdivision I have never seen, outside of them mowing their lawn and at our annual HOA meetings — which is its own cruel joke of an organization.

Most suburbanites are fearful people. I may not see my neighbors outside, but they make themselves seen on our neighborhood Facebook group. “Did anyone hear that loud boom?” “I’m at home with the kids and there’s TWO DOGS OUTSIDE” “This package was delivered here. If it’s yours you can pick it up from our porch.” The weirdest posts are the ones that assume our neighborhood has a community identity. Like the time a huge construction dumpster was placed outside of someone’s house instead of to the neighborhood that has a similarly spelled name, “Lol this could only happen in our neighborhood 😂😂😂” Call our neighborhood a community all you want. It’s not going to change the fact that you drive your car around the loop to visit the other wine moms.

We have a pond in the middle with a path that I maintain between visits from a contracted landscape company. When we moved in years ago an old guy did most of the maintenance. He was nice and I liked helping him out, but he moved away. No one really complains about the path when I don’t have time to mow it or trim back bushes. In fact sometimes other people mow it on their own. Most of the time they tear ruts into the mud or mow it as short as a golf course green, all of which makes walking on it difficult for awhile. They could reach out to me about it, and I could reach out to them. But it never happens.

I’ve sent emails to see if anyone wants to help out. I’ve tried to organize clean up days. Enthusiastic responses every time. Zero turn out. It’s fine though. I don’t mind doing it, neither does my partner. The community garden the developers of the neighborhood built is basically my second garden. And if someone’s gotta eat the black berries and mulberries along the path it might as well be me.

Sometimes I honestly feel like we’re the only family who goes outdoors. I’m sure when our neighbors drive by and see my family and I hanging out in the front yard on lawn chairs with a kiddie pool and sidewalk chalk and toys everywhere they think we’re Cousin Eddie.

Not immediately throwing my clothes in a wash and showering when I got home like usual. That small mistake resulted in a months long battle with bedbugs. Never again.

“We did it, Patrick! We saved the city!”

I want that child to be alive, and her mother and her sister. Free Palestine.

I regret nothing

Second smallest domino - 2008 Subprime Mortgage Collapse

Some middle domino - “But it’s Nic Cage November. We have to watch a Nic Cage movie. We can watch City of Angels. It has that song you like.”

Second biggest domino - COVID-19 Pandemic

Little domino - “Yeah I can totally play Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.”

Big domino - “Our second child is finally asleep, but I think they pooped.”

Whistleblower of aircraft manufacturer, Boeing, reportedly states in claim that 787 airplanes could possibly break apart while in mid-air flight due to purported flaws in the airplane’s construction.

Yeah, it’s a tough pill to swallow, but it’s much better academically speaking to get used to the idea that the majority of your work will subpar (by your own standards). You’re in undergrad, right? Undergraduate work has always bent towards efficiency more than proficiency. I’m not saying you should just fart out trash for every paper and bomb tests. Rather, allot enough time to finish assignments and prepare for tests. That’s all. And that’s hard enough.

If you’re really hung up about it, just email your professor after you turn it in. You can tell them you had trouble getting your thoughts on the subject worked or that you don’t think it’s your best work. Ask them if they think you’ve said anything interesting. Professors eat that shit up. Plus it shows you actually care about their course. Most liberal arts and humanities professors factor participation into how they grade. Emails count.

A half-assed, incomplete paper is worth more than no paper. Just turn something in. Believe me, your prof has read much worse.

I know this is mostly a repost comm and no one will see this, but looking at the original comments is a treat.

Some paraphrased quotes:

“Notice all the coats. It’s like they don’t have heating there.” (Most of the pictures are outdoors or in public places in winter.)

“It looks nice on the surface but you can there’s something off. Like Bioshock Infinite.” (10/10 media literacy there.)

I mean… didn’t you just answered your own question? Are you trying to understand how phrases like that are coined in the first place?

Tag yourself.

I’m a taffy fault. The plates moving away from one another are my childhood. The thinning section is a slinky.

Interesting. That’s something OP should definitely be made aware of I think.

I’m not trying to sound flippant here or anything, but if holding cutlery or similar objects like scissors causes you pain, then what’s the harm in trying to manipulate those objects in a different way? The worst that can happen is it doesn’t solve the problem.