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Wait, what???!??!??

For me, it's even further back. I remember it from Usenet back in the mid-late 1990s.

I was 25, my first stint as a TA in grad school in Texas, and, yeah, it was super weird.

When I was 10, I figured out that I'd be 48 in the year 2000, and that seemed impossibly old.

This year's Swedish hockey sweaters are a definite downgrade.

Turns on Olympic hockey game; looks at goalie matchup; looks at score. Welp, that probably won't last.

I haven't been watching the Olympics, but thought I might watch some of the Canada mens hockey game, but it looks like it's effectively PPV, so that's a big no. (At least the US game yesterday was on a channel I already pay for.)

It was, indeed. Amazing staging and choreography, and *very* political (in a good way).

Especially the take on "God Bless America"—all of the Americas.

That was fucking amazing!

I have friends who haven't been rallying or calling who have been knitting or crocheting red hats.

It's moving a whole bunch of people from doing nothing to doing something. Maybe they could do more, but we all had to start someplace.

When I was working, cheap ball point pens may or may not have come home with me. And I do have the freebies. But I also enjoy looking for something with purple ink at Staples. And I'm still looking for the perfect mechanical pencil.

I got "potato", and lodged an objection. Second try is "compassionate", and I'd rather try to live up to that than to "potato"

Very much so. There's a huge difference between being aware of something and wallowing it, and an informational post turns into rage-bait after the first few times it's been reposted.

Yeah, I was wondering why that labeler hadn't gotten it.

I am strongly tempted to block anybody who posts screenshots from Truth Social. Less than 5 minutes scrolling Bluesky, and I've seen the same deranged post a dozen times, half in the dark mode that hurts my eyes. Enough already!

Hebrew, which followed by the English translation: 4 Thus God will judge among the nations And arbitrate for the many peoples, And they shall beat their swords into plowshares And their spears into pruning hooks: Nation shall not take up Sword against nation; They shall never again know war.

We must lay down our swords and shields and study war no more

Some tumors progress slowly enough that they'd never be a problem in their host's lifetime. The trick is knowing which tumors are like that. And then, of course, they'd need to be monitored. That's not "hoping it goes away".

As if power-walking to my gate at OHare isn't enough of a workout!

A lot of people *didn't* like him. Also, while the press may have known about the wheelchair, it's not clear to me that the public did.

I don't know about cookies, but it baked a pie perfectly last week, and it's great on roasted veggies.

This might be too big, or unavailable in Peru, but I have a counter-top convection oven with a huge range of settings, from toast to air fry, with broil in between. It's not perfect at all of these, but it's good enough. It's only a bit larger than an old-style toaster oven.

A number of years ago, I went to one of the Yale art museums to see a special exhibit, and, somehow, found myself spending much more time at an exhibit of Parks' photos, losing myself in individual images, covering a broad range in time and space. They were, indeed, amazing.

Another factor is changing social attitudes about kids being unsupervised. When I was a kid in the 60s, by the time I was 11 and my sister was 9, if my mom was out when we got home from school, we didn't have a sitter (or other child care) until dinner time. Now that probably wouldn't fly.

This is the correct take. There are some pies I don't like (pecan pie, I'm looking at you). And, if you don't like (sour) cherry pie or key lime pie, well then, more for me. (And you can have my pecan pie and pumpkin pie; I'm generous that way.)

So Thanksgiving dinner was white meat turkey, green beans, cranberry relish, and pie. We had the rest of the sides the next day, when the power was restored.

And then there was the time at my parents' house when the power went out while the turkey was in the (electric) oven. We left the oven closed, and cooked the green beans (sans almonds, as my sister's allergic) on top of the wood stove. When the beans were done, the white meat on the chicken was too.

I had a major falling out with my ex-SIL over green beans. Yes green beans. I asked what I could bring. She suggested a veggie dish, and I offered green beans with slivered almonds. I still don't know what her precise objection was, but somehow, that was Just Not Done.

Yes! Podcasts are for when I drive, when I workout, when I'm doing housework.