I own two of their axes, and they are chefs kiss.
I own two of their axes, and they are chefs kiss.
I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.
Ya, probably.
So what you’re saying is that Kurt Cobain was wrong and it’s actually not OK to eat fish because they do, in fact, have feelings?
Maybe a stupid question, but is the thing you did fundamentally different from Devuan?
As proven in this 2017 paper that was awarded an Ig-Nobel prize.
EDIT: Aw crap, sorry for the broken link. Quote from the source:
PHYSICS PRIZE [FRANCE, SINGAPORE, USA] — Marc-Antoine Fardin, for using fluid dynamics to probe the question “Can a Cat Be Both a Solid and a Liquid?”
REFERENCE: “On the Rheology of Cats,” Marc-Antoine Fardin, Rheology Bulletin, vol. 83, 2, July 2014, pp. 16-17 and 30. (https://improbable.com/ig/winners/?amp=1#ig2017)
Oh dear dog, it is already? FML…
Don’t they have Constable as well?
That’s the neat part!
Damn, UP nearly killed me! I mean, he loses Elli (yes, i know that name and it made it hit doubly hard) AND the dog?
(Also, there seems to be an updog joke hidden somewhere in here, but I can’t seem to find it.)
Yeah man, all the time, and for the stupidest shit. Everything from children’s series to grown-up movies. My wife sometimes side-eyes me for it, but she’s not much better herself and usually, when one of us cries the other one joins in. It’s become a cute thing between us to catch or make the other one do it first, and I love it. Also, it’s a way to teach my little son that it’s OK to cry and not a matter of shame. Yes, ugly cry as well. Yes, also in front of others.
For reference I’m a 39 year old dude, not that it matters.
EDIT because I saw it in the thread: Lyrics! I have songs that I can’t listen to while driving, because I can’t drive while I ugly cry because that wouldn’t be safe.
One thing that especially hits me are acts of selflessness, be it in fiction or the actual real world. We have semi-regular floods on the river meat where I live, and I usually try to volunteer to help out with sand barriers. And everytime just seeing all those people coming together in their free time, getting wet and dirty and sweaty and exhausted, not expecting a single thing, just because it’s the right thing to do and because apparently we look after one another in this 600k people city… Just typing it out makes me tear up again.
Yeah, they’re clearly picking a fight, aren’t they? *cracks knuckles*
I like what the Hitchhiker’s Guide proposed: have their clothes make one step to the left. Or, even better for some people (esp. men): do it with their makeup. Perhaps fake teeth/hair.
Also, why manipulate the mug they’re drinking out of when you can manipulate the fluid inside of it?
You could tie their shoe strings mid walk… Constantly switch the key caps on their keyboard around (you just know they have to look down while typing)…
This! I won the birth lottery big time, why would I want to live anywhere/-when else?