What am I gonna do with a bushel of to tomatoes?

But, seriously, my biggest issue with buying from “real” farmer’s markets is the gas and time I spend getting there and the ease of buying WAY more than I will realistically be able to actually eat before it goes bad. It’s so easy to buy too much (For me anyway, that 's probably just a me problem).

“Current” science is a bit of a stretch, like a couple thousand years of stretching. Eratosthenes showed the earth was round and calculated its circumference to an astonishing precision using research and fairly simple trigonometry. He died 2,219 years ago.

True. True. True. And yet, that market may exist regardless. We’ll see I guess.

So, by that definition and the definition everyone else is using, the game has been banned from various marketplaces for games. Context matters. In this context ban is used EXACTLY the same way we talk about banned books at the library.

Whenever someone says, “Statistically…”, you know they’re about to say some dumb shit that is an ignorant misinterpretation of statistics.

My social anxiety combined with an ability to sing that is overshadowed by my ability to hear when people sing off key is exactly why I sing karaoke. I belt out the songs I know I can sing (at least a little) and songs that I love because it beats the thrill of any roller coaster around. My eyes may be closed. My hands might be shaking so bad I can barely hold the mic. But… I don’t know. Karaoke isn’t about being good. It’s not about talent. It’s not about looking good for the gram. It’s about being in the moment and not letting all of that bullshit silence the song in your heart. Fucking let it all out. It’s like jumping out of a plane BECAUSE you have a fear of heights instead of doing it in spite of that fear.

At that scale meters and miles are pretty close with respect to orders of magnitude, which is why practically everyone talks about these scales in AUs regardless of what units they actually used to do the science.

A CSV is just a long string of text with a few control characters tossed in for end lines. There are practically no rules enforced by the file type itself. You can dump that unsanitized and poorly awk’d data into whatever awful mess you want. Nobody’s stopping you. Sure, excel will force it’s CSV formatting rules on you when you export like a child’s training wheels. But that’s not relevant here.

They should hide somewhere in the game itself the real credits of the people that spent significant effort to make the game. An Easter Egg if you will. Like just after defeating the dragon, you find a scroll in their horde with the real credits.

I use the word pardon because there are lots of local Spanish speakers, tourist/seasonal French Canadian speakers, and occasionally tourists from farther abroad around and I’d rather be understood than pretend everyone speaks English. When speaking to strangers, like when I’m asking forgiveness for being an inconvience to them or trying to politely get someone’s attention, preferring loan words that really don’t need translation in order to be understood just seems like good citizenship and also more kind.

Is this wit or a genuine request that one of us explainsthejoke.com?

That’s not how TV in the 80s and 90s worked. Most of the TV we watched as kids in the 80s would have been reruns of things in syndication. Millenials born in 82 would have grown up watching reruns of Cheers for their entire childhood and likely have memories of watching even some of the later episodes live.

Can this keep num lock engaged? I swear my biggest frustration with windows lately is it’s habit of randomly and arbitrarily turning off numlock after I’ve turned it on. I never turn off numlock while working. I never use the number pad arrows. I prefer the number pad numbers and use them practically all day. And yet, several times a day I find my cursor moving around the screen instead of typing a number because windows decided that it got to control the numlock function instead of me and the dedicated light up key designed for that function that has worked fine for me for decades before.

Marshmallows are like ogres, you’ve got to torch and eat the layers bit by bit before you slurp the gooey center.

Maybe, but the insurance companies that would normally pay the insanely marked up price do care and will arbitrarily choose the option (of paying the bill or billing you) that profits them the most. The plan was always to kill poor people in every little bureaucratic way possible.

The nostalgia is the point. Nobody stores crackers in barrels anymore, but everybody did then because it was the best option at the time. Same reason the save icon is a floppy disk.

Yeah, dude’s just making shit up or regurgitating an ai hallucination. Orange tiger stripes aren’t blending in with orange dirt either. The herbivores that are a tiger’s prey are reg/green colorblind, which means the orange tiger blends in with the green grasses because the animals can’t distinguish between those colors well.

The rest of the comment isn’t much better. From claiming that a ghillie suit isn’t camouflage (it is). To claiming that a solid color is better camouflage than a camouflage with a decent disruptive pattern. There is good camo and bad camo out there, but Nuxcom_90penis doesn’t seem like the type to see subtly in anything. That’s why I’m up voting you and agreeing with your sentiment here instead of kicking that toxic hornet’s nest.

I can tell that this particular port is more or less from the same time as the PS2 ports in the post’s photo because of the color. The standardization of this port happened long before the standardization of colors to indicate the capabilities of said port. We mostly only see this in variously capable USB ports today. If I remember correctly this yellow color would have been used for a joystick or controller of some kind, but there may have been other ports with the same shape and pin configuration that would have different purposes.

It’s not one more day, it’s tomorrow. If it’s already Thursday, then it’s usually already much less than a day till Friday (because we usually sleep through the first quarter of the day). Wednesday night there is only one more day till Friday.

I want the word “unalived” to be killed or murdered in the most vile and explicit way possible for a word.