Whenever he gets his diddly ass on element instead of sucking the corporate discord cock. It usually takes some persuading to pull him away from his GTAV rp.

Okay, maybe hot was the wrong word, but I have had things, like someone else mentioned, that were delicious hot. Off the top of my head, I remember the apple cider mixed with apple spirits, and irish cremes with coffee, and mulled wine, and I think something with rum.

PS: Speaking of warm beer, ice cream, and dark beers: Stouts and porters pair well with ice cream. I know, it sounds funny. But it’s true.

So I’ve heard. Since I’ve given up both sugar (as much as possible) and alcohol though, I’m probably not going to try that or the classic root beer float for a while.

It was sort of a big deal. The forbes malware injection attack by ads was ten years ago. It still ranks as one of the most hilarious ‘poetic irony’ bits in computer security. I’m sure ads were doing other insidious shit in 2010 that just went unnoticed because it didn’t hit security researchers.

Yeah, the last time this was posted I had to run to wikipedia because I was fuming at my memory being wrong. I even have vague memories from biology in college about the 8-cell formation of a fertilized plant ‘egg.’ The poster was likely trying to say that many plants don’t have ‘male-only’ and ‘female-only’ types, but at the very least, fruit bearing plants/trees (angiosperms, if I remember) have two sperm-equivalents in the pollen that drill down into the pistil of the flower and find the waiting gamete. One fertilizes, one becomes the food portion that we take sustenance from.

Only by acquired accent. A particularly frequent british friend gets annoyed when I start having some of his word character begin slipping into my speech. But it’s hard not to take the piss when you start hearing all their fun sayings.

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It’s because of a ‘hide the taste’ vs ‘taste the taste’ distinction. We taste things less well when they’re cold. Try ice cream when it’s warm, for instance, and you’ll probably be nearly disgusted by how much sugar is in it. You can do similar things with acids, which is one reason (not the only) that you’ll see sweet foods have a lot of acidic ingredients added. Your brain gets the same amount of ‘sugar signals’ while you don’t notice the cloying sweetness. Guarantees satisfaction and a mild addiction. Really mild, but still. Anyway, back to the point. American beers, which have somehow dominated the cultural awareness of beers, are shit, taste like shit, and are thus marketed as ‘refreshing’ by brilliant marketers who have convinced people they need to be served below freezing. See the coors light blue mountain gimmick for ‘when the bottle is at 29 degrees!’ A good beer, that actually has had time and effort put into its composition, should, at best, be consumed just below room temperature. Warming it up lets you actually taste the effort that the brewer/vintner/distiller put into it.

Right, and since my feet are arguably at least as important to me as my mouth, I would prefer to contact cleaner surfaces.

I wish I could sleep in the same bed as my partner (forever, not just the rare nights when we try). It’s lovely to have the physical touch as I fall asleep. Unfortunately I toss, turn, and sometimes wake up in cold sweats from nightmares, so it’s better for both of us to have the separate beds.

Hands down, one of the weirdest quirks of the russian assholery in ukraine.

Hot beer tastes better, as long as you’re drinking good beer.

Because no matter how much you clean it, it is intensely more disgusting than tile/faux-wood/wood floors ever will be.

I always love the picture showing the different ways to contrast walls/ceiling/floor colors to push different feelings. Found it, or at least something similar to what I remember.

Yeah, the upholstery is just too ‘matched’ with the walls. I would imagine if it was a light colored tile, and the couch was a solid color, it would almost seem like a modernish house.

Yep. You can find some research about it in sociology/psychology. I think sociology calls these unspoken rules mores, if you want to look it up. The most famous example is when an entire group of people is in a new setting, like the first class of the first day as freshmen in high school, 6th graders in middle school (or whenever your local school board decides middle school starts), and college freshmen. The entire group usually sits quietly and nervously until they start taking cues from the teacher. Once they learn the basics expectations and test the boundaries, behavior falls somewhere between how they used to act and what they think is expected from the entire group. We are hugely social animals, and there’s a reason that exile used to be a major punishment.

People don’t seem to really grasp how much of our behavior is ‘scripted’ like a movie or play, and, amusingly enough, how much we follow the scripts of said movies/plays/other-observed-scenes when we’re in a new or stressful situation. Remember your first time in an amorous situation with a date, say in a car or closet or back yard at a party? If you hadn’t been listening to your friends and what they did (or told you they did / what to do), you might find yourself awkwardly stumbling through the actions of some movie’s clip, whether that’s casablanca, sixteen candles, or easy a. Hopefully it won’t be anything from when harry met sally.

It’s not even a critique, really. We’re all fed up, angry, and looking to throw around punches at everything. My comments are just as much about venting and getting mad.

jobs US citizens turn their noses up at

Jobs that typically don’t pay enough for the cost to your body, health, and mental sanity. The overlords love the illegal immigrant stuff because it lets them put the thumbscrews to the workers, both in terms of downward pressure to the wages paid out, and in terms of desperation so the people without other options are forced to work in horrible conditions for terrible pay.

Unless the lovely javascript detects that you’re trying to close the tab and hijacks that to ask you if you are sure you want to forcefully tell them to fuck off and die leave the page. It’s only one extra click, sure, but I remember some from the old days that wouldn’t let you close shit. Ugh, thank god for better modern standards and adblockers.

Jesus. How are you going to get to 8.8.8.8 belt licks?

(and please, for the love of god, don’t use 8.8.8.8!)