As someone who bumps into things constantly and often doesn’t know what I’m doing in the moment, I feel kinship with yout childhood dog
Is the combo worth trying with the name brands? My nearest Wegmans is two states away.
Inflatabirds!
The sounds at the end seem like you ran into one of those starlings some researchers trained to mimic R2D2.
Further, we contend a lack of unanimity on how to define sex is not inherently problematic and a universal definition is not necessary to pursue. No matter what definitional choices are used, we provide actionable recommendations to improve accuracy when describing sex.
I was about to say “look, I respect your scientific expertise and your point about sex determination being complicated, but make with the baby bird photos already” and then saw your quote post 😊 “But” clause rescinded.
I really hope that the pendulum swings the other way and for the first time ever we get a cultural environment like the one every conservative imagined we had where you can never criticize trans people and if you fire one of us your life is ruined.
On a warm summer late afternoon, I once sat down and talked to a honey bee, finishing her shift.
"I've seen you, hard at work, day in, day out. Buzzing flower to home and back again. And again. and again. Why work so hard?"
I'll never forget her answer: "Sometimes I get to nap in flowers."
I didn’t exactly enjoy reading Blood Meridian, but I was glad I did.
Now Bluesky is rightly leaping to the book’s defense in the face of pro-AI slander, and I’m realizing that “this departure from standard is annoying as hell” often co-applies with with “this is Art and shouldn’t be any other way.”
That’s not AI, that’s William Shatner
How did duct tape become such a thing when gaffer tape exists. Why is there a secret better tape they only tell you about when you're 17-23
OMG! 🦀
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It’s gotta be hurt or something, call the aquarium!
The months when the sun sets at ten pm are a nightmare for kids with bedtimes and their parents. I remember sulking in bed after my 9:30 summer bedtime, with light still coming in around the blinds.
So we can debate about which way to stay, but I agree, abolish the switch.
One bit of relatively minor but connected irony I see from here in Detroit is how all the vehicle manufacturers basically killed off their EV programs in the last year after the tariffs tanked our economy and it was clear we wouldn’t have any new emissions targets to meet anytime soon.
First of all, much love to kids who are Mad Because It’s Wrong. I admire that deeply.
But as an adult I just think it’s in the same vein as the humans who are named stuff like Tiger and Wolf. We named you after your distant cousin.
Bird bags are coming back! I’ve gotten endless compliments on my cardinal for as long as I’ve had it, so I’m going to fill this out but I need to give it a good think first.
Nobody likes it except that one guy who gets to change the really big clock because they let him swing from all the gears while he does it. The Old Clock Master they call him. He gets up there on those gears and gets to swinging and whooping and he's the only one who likes this.
The wagon isn’t much more spacious inside, it’s the same size car, but it has a roof rack and even a trailer hitch for anything the little 1.8L 4-cylinder can pull 🥰
Last year when my ‘01 Saturn S-series sedan got too rusty underneath to trust on the road, I started haunting Marketplace and replaced it with a ‘97 Saturn S-series wagon (which had spent winters in a barn or in Florida so is decades behind on the rust). There might be a Fit out there for you still.
When I disparage pickup trucks, Rangers and Tacomas and their ilk are exempt. They have to do a lot less work in order to justify their much smaller footprint, and usually they do more.
(My husband asked me out the day we met because I looked interested when he talked about his Dakota 😅)
🍜 new life hack unlocked when i'm debating if i should cook i just go on DoorDash fill my cart with the food i wanted to make then look at order total on checkout screen and suddenly i would rather cook
works bc i think it's wasteful to pay someone else to do something if i can just do it myself
This is genius. Kind of depressing but brilliant.
In celebration of World Book Day, here’s a poem called ‘Book Group’.
exceptions:
Scientists don't want you to know that they're making moonshine with that lab equipment they got you to sign off on
Scientists don't want you to know they aren't wearing trousers on this zoom call
Scientists don't want you to know what they think of you, another scientist
By “foggy” I mean precisely that at first they’re a barely discernible suggestion, getting imperceptibly clearer until suddenly they resolve as whole and solid as if there was never any fog to begin with.
The slow, laborious joy of remembering a song you haven’t thought of in years, piece by piece over the course of a day instead of immediately rushing to look up the lyrics.
I’ve been awash in memories, many unrelated but just as foggy, all night.
I need to give my brain time to work more often.
This makes me miss playing #FindThatLizard back on the old site.