They’re easier than zucchini? Does that make keeping radishes from taking over their entire plots actually kind of difficult or do they just grow perfectly only where you plant them?

Could be a kids bathroom

I recognize that that type of comment is supposed to be a joke (and I’ll react accordingly, because I’m not a buzzkill), but it absolutely isn’t actually funny (ha-ha) for me.

When I was about 22, I was at a party where a 17 year old showed up, didn’t tell people how old they were, and sat down for a shitty trainee tattoo with someone who brought a homemade rig. Partway through the tattoo, they mentioned the SATs, and it was like a ripple of discomfort went through the party when we realized that we were all responsible for this child permanently scarring themselves.

In what world are the sort of 22 year olds who go to parties with amateur tattoos in the basement more responsible than the people who govern us??

Hmm. Maybe ICE deserves to be in Nuremberg right now

In one email exchange, a redacted recipient received an email from Kimbal Musk asking to dial back their relationship: “We know how much we like each other. But I am just not able to do a real relationship right now. Would you be up for going back a step to just dating? We would see each other on weekends when we can and focus it on fun stuff.”

I’m autistic and I used to assume charisma played a huge role in people’s success generally. I think seeing these emails has made it clear that I might have my cause and effect mixed up.

Why not? I don’t have trouble swallowing the pills, but remembering swallowing them.

Rye bread.

I hate caraway seed, and all of the rye where I grew up had caraway in it. I now live in Germany where caraway is much more generally prevalent, but it’s not automatically included in all rye bread, and it turns out that rye is a really nice grain for sturdier bread that keeps way longer than wheat. Dinkel/spelt/farro is also great.

I like to think that historical humans prefer it that way, if it helps.

I want my name known to people who loved me and whose life I directly impacted. I like the concept of getting to know the larger human community, but I don’t think I’ll have failed if nobody remembers my name a hundred years after my death. If the choice is between my diary being found and read by people or my name forgotten, I’d prefer the latter.

Holy shit, is that a variation on an existing icon or did you just spitball a neat visual metaphor from scratch on the spot?

This is it, encoded in base 64 format, according to the comment:

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Sure it is. We used to have crimped laundromat coins and if you put it in backwards, it wouldn’t work. This was baffling to people.

You’ve already made a significantly healthier assumption than that strangers seeing you in need want to lie to you.

I say “used to,” because we switched to a combination you enter on the door handle and they still can’t figure it out. Now they tell me there aren’t any buttons on the door handle.

I’ve been accused by multiple customers of lying to them about how to access our bathrooms. I have no idea what their lives are like that they assume strangers would just do that to them for no reason.

It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve bombed Americans in the US.

I’m going to use that on my husband and it’s going to work, so at least it’s done some good?

There are better antibiotics, which work with less frequent doses, but they’re only given out when medically necessary. I assume having bill gates’ wealth (and control of a whole bunch of anti malaria initiatives) means you have access to the kind of antibiotic you choose, you can even justify it by saying that you’re bill gates and you have a sixty hour workweek with the foundation, even in retirement, and you simply cannot take more than two days off, but antibiotics make you feel too weird to work, if you want.

I’m probably an egg (by which I mean I’m pretty sure I’m trans and would love to take a pill right now to make it so that I had always been a dude, but I don’t know that I’d take one that turned me into a man now, because I don’t know if it’s worth it to explain it to everyone. I also don’t think I’m actually experiencing dysphoria, just aware that I’m probably a man. I think that counts as an egg for some people, trans and closeted for others, and probably cis [lol] for transmedicalists).

If I ever do come out, it’s probably going to seem sudden as fuck to a bunch of people, because I’ve already thought about it for years, so I’ll have everything planned out as efficiently as possible and ready to go the second I decide to transition. I’ll come out to people after I’ve started hormones and right before it becomes noticeable, which I’ll time to coincide with a top surgery (my mother died young of breast cancer that was diagnosed when she was within a few years of my age, and I’m medically eligible for a full mastectomy). That might be wishful thinking, but at least from here, I think I can be patient about it.

The weirdest part for me is that he’s incapable of slipping his wife antibiotics. I get that you’re rich enough to never need to, but do you really never make her a cup of tea or anything?

Also, the choice probably isn’t “be poor or rich,” but rather ”be dead or rich.”

I just steal my husband’s for the outer pair.

…I’ve actually tried to do this at night when I’m not thinking