"Hey, man, I didn't see anything, and I got about 20 minutes left on this shit. Somebody else will probably find this dude and call somebody before I do. Either way, none of my business."
I've thought about that, because I have zero interest in putting myself or my family through that. But the hardest thing, as far as I can tell, is figuring out the point to make that decision while still having the capacity to do so. It's like playing the stock market and watching number go up, and knowing when to sell before it tanks. I don't want to miss out on valuable time, but I also don't to go too long and miss out on the opportunity to end on my own terms.
Somebody that I used to know - Walk Off the Earth, originally by Gotye
Common People - William Shatner and Ben Folds, originally by Pulp.
The first because Metallica was just SO much cleaner, second because I thought the song was trash until I heard it by somebody who didn't mumble through the whole thing, the third... well the Shatner one isn't exactly good, but it's at least entertaining, which is more than can be said for the original.
Exosquad I watched religiously, and I don't think they ever finished it. Mighty Max was on every day before I went to school, so it was my breakfast watch.
Them and millipedes are allowed if AND ONLY IF they stay either out of sight or up in the corners. If they crawl across my bare foot they're done.
I went away for two weeks once, and afterwards went to the unfinished portion of my basement at the time to find the aftermath of an absolute warzone. Some yellowjackets (I think) had burrowed their nest through the wall, and there was an epic battle between them and the cave crickets (of which there were WAY more than I had thought). There were dismembered corpses absolutely covering the floors. And from what I could tell, you know who seemed to be the victor?
The millipedes. There was ONE millipede body amongs the masses of cave crickets and yellowjackets. And each of the others weren't eaten, just ripped in half.
For the next year, we didn't hear or see a single cave cricket, and that entire nest of yellowjackets was just... gone. But the millipedes... they flourished.
On an episode of a hospital-based show, a little girl (like, 8 or 10) drowns in a pool and effort to resuscitate fail. That didn't get me, even with the parents crying. The girl has a sister, who is making a card for the girl who has already been declared dead. Sad, but didn't get me. Sister explains that the girl died saving her, since she fell in the neighbor's pool trying to get a ball, and the sister jumped in, pushed the sister out, and then couldn't get out herself, and eventually drowned.
And I got slammed with a real-life memory. I work in Search and Rescue, and one case my station had over a decade ago was a pair of children that got swept out to sea. Only the younger brother survived. Because the sister spent the whole time keeping him above water, and ended up exhausting and drowning herself. I try not to think about it, because it fucks me up really bad, and especially because now I have a daughter and a younger son. That scene dredged that up real hard, real fast.
Ask for Cocoa Fudge with your Heath Blizzard instead of chocolate sauce. Even better, Cocoa Fudge with a small splash of cappuccino. Makes it way better.
Source: was a store manager of a Dairy Queen (20 years ago)
In English, orange is essentiall "orange red," as in "red like an orange." Prior to oranges making their way to Europe, the color we refer to as "orange" was red, or yellow-red. Hence people with orange hair being called "red-heads."
Bisexual people: Is it okay for me to have friends?
Not everybody is a potential sexual partner. Having friends of any gender is fine. If you start getting any non-platonic feelings, take a step back. If your friend starts getting (or demonstrating) non-platonic feelings, take a step back.
Neither of those articles supports what you are saying. The first one, about sexual assault, says in big, bold letters that men are less likely to report sexual assault. The argument was not that more violence is committed against men (sexual assaults at the very least are obviously not), it's that men are less likely to report it when it happens, which is exactly what your article said. It also said women under-report. But just because women also under-report doesn't mean they under-report at a higher rate than men.
Seriously. There is no reason to believe in something that not only isn't proven to exist, but can't. That argument could be applied to nearly anything.
Vampires? Can't prove they don't exist, so may as well believe in them.
Fairies? Same.
Flying spaghetti monster? Prove it doesn't exist.
Like, I don't want to knock other people's religions, and I'm not so arrogant as to think I have all the answers, but I just can't stand the "you can't prove XXXX doesn't exist" argument.
I feel like the middle-aged guy that I am, because it keeps suggesting lawncare, forging ("can I melt and cast himilayan salt rocks?" He did, it was fantastic), silly engineering ("I'm going to see if I can 3d print a rifle that will make a nerf dart break the speed of sound..."), dnd (I don't even play dnd, and i still enjoy the videos), and Jon Stewart. And... a weird mix of civil rights people showing bad behavior of police, and police supporter showing bad behavior of people (honestly both are entertaining, because police are awful and so are people).
But it doesn't even try for that right-wing bullshit.
If I had the choice of the Yaris or another car, I would choose the other car. Because driving that car would make me at least low-level angry for the time I had it.
"Hey, man, I didn't see anything, and I got about 20 minutes left on this shit. Somebody else will probably find this dude and call somebody before I do. Either way, none of my business."