They don’t know what to do with the face. They’re afraid to go big, so they go bland and call it “understated elegance.” The only clue it’s a Jaguar is if you happen to notice the name on the front. At least the Rolls still looks like a Rolls.
Massive A-pillars. I guess if you can blow $150K on a car, you can afford to hit pedestrians.
We should all carry a fire extinguisher in our cars. No help with electric car fires, though.
Why isn’t soup sold in a bottle like this?
Also, don’t eat soup out of a plastic bottle.
I think the flexibility of the cheap water bottle is a plus here. Also, sucking is an option. On the bottle, I mean.
Maybe they learned they need to air gap critical infrastructure, and leave the management to on-site humans who are paid well enough not to hold their inventory for ransom.
What maniac stops to take a picture of an engine fire?
Any tips for printing?
Why did you use the pipe character (|) in place of capital “I”?
We all made it out unscathed, after about eight summers of doing it together. We were all in our twenties, and believed we were immortal. I haven’t been in many years, and won’t be going again. It probably IS foolish today with the options available, but still something is lost when we’re never incommunicado anymore.
This was the answer to all beige/“off white” of the preceding decades.
When you sell a house, it needs to be as generic as possible, to appeal to as many people as possible. The staging furniture is suppose to take up the style slack. Except we made all the furniture gray, too. And, cars, for some reason.
Fucking gray cars, WTH?
Gray is the color you get when you mix all colors together. It’s literally the average of all colors. The least interesting, exact center of blandness. It’s the definition of “normal”. But, it also doesn’t distract from your phone. So, that’s a plus… for people trying to sell you crap.
Being comfortable away from civilization.
I mean, very few people go off into the woods anymore without some way to communicate in case of emergency.
In the mid-80s I’d go off backpacking with friends for a week or ten days, and the only hope we had if we something went terribly wrong was the occasional park ranger, or other hikers. We might run across four or five other people on the trail per day, but some days no one at all. We’d set up camp by a pond and be the only ones there, and probably for miles in any direction. We never thought about it, because there wasn’t the option of taking a GPS, or phone, and we didn’t bother with a radio because we never needed one before, so we just never thought to take one.
It was fine. We had skills, we were prepared, we had each other. We had experience. That’s all we needed.
I suspect that is very rare now. It would be considered foolish. Fewer and fewer people have the experience of being that disconnected anymore.
The Dorothy Hamill cut. It was huge after the '76 Olympics:
I had a crush on Susan, the new girl in the 4th grade, a redhead with that cut. I threw up on her shoes, once. She never talked to me.
An aging Congress, out of touch with the AI revolution, could find itself out of its depth.
I’ll point out that term limits for Congress would mitigate this issue. And, term limits are better than simple age limits, because a young person voted into office could still have decades to become entrenched and corrupt. Whereas term limits keeps up the churn.
I don’t know, it just helps me focus, somehow.
“All in favor?” <chirp, chirp>
“All against?” “NAY! NEIGH, NA-HEY!”
The ‘nays’ have it.
Once you’re part of the murder, you’re the murder’s bitch. You leave when they say you leave.
I haven’t logged into my Amazon account in ten years, and this won’t make me do it.
Learn the difference between need and want. Stop buying crap you don’t need. And, never knowingly buy anything off Amazon.
Fuck Amazon, and Jeff Bezos. All excuses people make to willingly buy off that fucking site are bullshit.
This proves that the classics can still be reposted.
This fucking trope needs to be buried.
The French have never been cowards.
Not knowing the specifics of how this game works, but assuming I’m 17 again and everything is the same as it was, I go to my first GF’s house and… yeah.
Because that was one of the best years of my life. I hope the game is that I get to live my life over from that point, knowing everything I know now, because I would do a lot differently.