That’s my biggest problem with self-checkouts. There’s always a weird payment service provider behind them who wants to share whatever they can with their 3621 partners. I guess the same is true when you use anything but cash, including card payments at regular tills, but at least they give you the option to pay with cash. Self-checkouts usually don’t (but a few do!).

You just need to add a thin layer plastic on the inside to prevent that from happening! Then it’s no longer plastic-free, but it’s still reusable and greatly reduces the amount of plastic needed compared to disposable cups.

• The Marketing Department

“Ok, good.”

I’m kinda socially awkward, and this is what my dialogue skills were like five or six years ago, but someone running for vice president should maybe, idk, take a single decent public speaking class?

I expected the original to make more sense, but they’re the same minus the cat. That’s kinda funny because most of the previous edits felt a lot more surreal compared to the originals, and this one breaks that trend. I really like that from an artistic point of view.

A while ago, I talked about Pokemon with someone and we were getting a bit nostalgic about Gen 1 games. We talked about how there were all these rumours, like using strength on that one truck near the S.S. Anne to get Mew. When I mentioned that you could actually get Mew with this one glitch where you had to avoid fighting a specific trainer until you got Fly, then walk into that trainer’s field of view and so on, they were so surprised because they had never heard of that before. I really enjoyed that conversation :3

Time being much faster yet much longer is exactly how I feel when I’m having fun. I might not notice how time passes (i.e. it’s much faster), but I can fill this time with so many positive emotions and memories that it feels like I spent days doing something because of the density of those feelings. When I’m bored, on the other hand, even an hour can feel like forever, but at the end of the day, there is nothing that I have accomplished, nothing to remember, so the entire day feels empty, as if it had never happened and the 24 hours of that day just poofed away.

It might’ve been a black-light tattoo and she simply forgot to turn on her UV lamp.

How about a lovely family picnic in the cemetery, then?

Same. Why don’t the other people just log out too? Are they that addicted to this silly game? I like logging out at night to relax a bit.