I always wanted to warn about radioactive bears ahead. I don’t know why that was always the thing, but it seemed silly enough to make people smile while scaring the idiots.

Oh, man, this reminds me of when the default username/passcode was being shared for the displays. 4chan had its moments. I wonder if they are still the same…

I can’t remember the details, but they basically stopped enforcing this in 2003. Now texas has giant dildo stores, just like the rest of civilization.

Look, all you have to do is memorize a couple thousand pages of reagents and their products. It’s easy, bro. Don’t even think about all the pressure/temperature/volume/math-like-Le-Chatelier’s-Principle stuff, that’s physics, bro.

If I remember correctly, they can be anonymous. If that’s the case, they wouldn’t really be easily taxable. Still, we are talking about the government here, and if they tax lottery winnings, I would bet they tax rewards.

1.Blame everyone else, someone MUST have stolen or maliciously misplaced your items.

2.Tear whole apartment apart (hence the name). Of course you cannot find it.

Oh my god, I am so ashamed when I do this. Like, I know they only do it 5-10% of the time, but I ‘ask’ them if they’ve moved it nearly every time.

It’s prolific, for certain. I have been reading research papers for a laboratory class (3000 level) that are written over the entire semester with a group. They contain errors so horrific that I don’t understand how the student passed any writing class. There were entire paragraphs without a single complete sentence, and others where another paper was cited without any connection to what was being said.

I’m not joking when I say that our response at the academic/instructional level during the COVID pandemic has ruined the intellect of a segment of the population. Combine that with the push I saw ten years ago while working in lower grades to pass students to the next grade regardless of their capabilities and the greed of colleges to get those first year students, as Maggoty mentions, and it’s a perfect storm.

I think it was a five month wait to see if I had cancer. Luckily it wasn’t a bad one, eh?

The housing I remember in Japan was the coffin box. A little space long enough for you to lie down in, with a small cubby for items. I think it was about 30 sq. ft. and maybe 90 cu. ft.

“Inexplicably”

And here I am, looking at russian nazis on Ukrainian land.

“Inexplicably.”

I think you might be wrong there. How much conversation was happening a week ago about actually killing rich folks? I saw it occasionally here on lemmy in the form of ‘eat the rich.’ Out in my meatspace conversations though? Never. There might have been a grumble once a year, or they might agree with a statement about the elite political and financial class not caring about harm done to anyone else. In the last few days, even my normiest of normal friends has been talking about it, even if not directly. Most of the comments aren’t putting the rich in a positive light either.

This event has sparked a great deal of thought about death and taxes.

Those water flavor squirts, mio or crystal light type stuff. I’ll drink plain water over just about everything else (egg nog is the weakness and exception right now…), but the various lemonades or fruit flavors are always nice to have around. I wouldn’t be surprised if something in their composition is not good for you.

A slightly more titillating answer would be lube. You’re putting something on a mucous membrane, and it’s almost guaranteed that some will be absorbed or ingested.

No, no! Listen to the shamers! Change your distro eight times over the first month as you listen to them whine, and eventually return to the first one you chose, full of wisdom of why those other distros suck so you can tell the noobs who choose one of them first instead of your glorious choice!

Bah! I know what they really meant with those wordless songs! I’ve listened to enough Für Elise!

What is it complementary to? I’m not seeing the angle in the post.

The one word at a time thing is a way to demand more of your attention. It’s just a side path of the old advertising stick where words would ‘pop’ in weird ways. See this video for an example.

I’ve been in enough jails to say with some certainty: it depends. Like unmagical posted, some places you will absolutely get a phone call at some point. In others, it’s pretty much an ‘executive privilege.’

The truth lies in the squishy, wet world of humanity, not the written word of the law. In one jail I know of, they’d give you three chances to make a free phone call (the other party has to accept, because they can’t let an abuser call the abusee without some warning of who it is), and if they weren’t busy, you would be able to keep trying for a couple of hours. Another place, you might get the phone call, but it could be 18+ hours after you were brought in and you had already seen the judge, been given a personal recognizance bond, and would be delaying your exit from said jail if you made the call. Jailers sometimes like to put the thumb screws to you in any way they can.

Most of the time, inmates will have access to a phone 24/7. Even in solitary, a phone was available. It looked like a pay phone strapped to a dolly that got wheeled right up to the door of the cell and the phone would stick through the little food slot you could look out of. Those phones require money on their account, and it works in a similar manner to the old collect calls. Those phone calls can be as expensive as a dollar a minute. A law was passed in the US around the end of Obama’s term or the beginning of Trump’s that was supposed to set a limit on how much those calls could cost, but I don’t remember what came of it.

I certainly hope not; he just gave you the book for free.

Ah, what a great opening scene. I was split between horror and laughter.

Just don’t mention the four winds shotgun, and we’ll make it through these difficult times together.