ArtieShaw

I’m somehow more creeped out by the Greatest American Hero hairstyling.

https://www.rottentomatoes.com/tv/the_greatest_american_hero/s01

I feel like an artificer would be skilled in the application of rouge. As well as foundation and eyeliner.

One doesn’t buy a 3D printer to make a knob. One is suddenly presented with a need for a knob (or a thingy, or a flangle, or a twizzlet…) and suddenly remembers, “hey - I have a 3D printer.” Followed by “I wonder if there are any matching designs in one of the several massive free databases of models.”

Particle Man by TMBG, of course.

It was a long time ago, but I have a vague memory of my mother making something distressingly close to this. I want to say she used one of those Easter lamb cake molds or something similar. She was a good cook and didn’t lack artistic ability - but had no sense of “this looks like an abomination.” Or “maybe I should slice this before trying to serve it.”

No one can win on this one.

Seat the smokers in back and “oh no, I have to sit next to the kitchen and restroom.”

Seat the smokers in front and “oh no, I have to walk through the smoking section to get to or from my seat, or go to the restroom.”

Or at least that’s how Denny’s was setup in our town.

Canadian milk also costs a little more in comparison.

Ah - that was why I was so confused. Canada, for example, limits the growth hormone in dairy cattle while the US does not.

When I was a kid, a neighbor was shot in his garage. There were definitely two stories that went around the neighborhood. One said suicide and the other said “cleaning his gun.” One of those was repeated when kids were around. The other when they thought no one was listening.

Years back, I read was a very odd story about the Korean belief that falling asleep in a closed room with a running fan would result in death. This also seems to be a cover story for suicide.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_death

That’s so charming! It’s my absolute favorite thing today.

Where I grew up there was an urban legend about radioactive deer. It was pre-internet, the deer were legitimately weird, and they lived in the woods adjacent to one of the US’s earliest nuclear research facilities. Everyone had seen them. The facility was active and well guarded. It seemed… plausible. Very plausible.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/argonne/4077627323 https://www.chicagomag.com/chicago-magazine/july-2016/argonne-national-laboratory/

Yeah - I remember reading about how these signs were laughably easy to “hack” a few years ago.

I thought about it for minute when the city installed one down the street. Then I imagined the weird shame I’d feel when my neighbors inevitably caught me, so never tried it out. Actually, in retrospect, they’d probably have helped.

Out of idle curiosity about your username, I’d like to ask.

Dune, cryptography, or both?

That would be ideal. I’ve also seen a few with weirdly discrete foot pedals. I like that idea, although the ones I’ve encountered haven’t exactly nailed the design.

And Des Plaines, La Salle Street… I always keep telling my husband, “no, that’s not what it’s called” and he keeps getting rationally mad.

If we’re feeling the Indiana, there’s always Terre Haute.

Same. That’s why there’s a pass.

People who live there call it the latter.

Unless you’re Sufjan Stevens. I’ll give him a pass on that

I hope the news is positive.

The only reason you stay here is so you can fuck my mother and eat her food. MOTHERFUCKER. FOOD EATER.

Whoops - wrong movie but IMO similar energy.

I just want to know if Denny can finally give a straight answer about what kind of money.

It’s a pretty accurate transcription of the line’s delivery.