I actually kind of like that Apple has become a boring and iterative company for the most part. I just use the same glass and metal rectangle until a few months after my upgrade eligibility on my work plan (because I always forget when it is), then I get whichever glass and metal rectangle is cheap now. I routinely forget which iPhone I use, and my life is no worse because of it.

Okay, I just looked it up. It’s a 13, and I did remember, but I was not at all confident.

When you had some hella good shareware to download, it was always such a letdown to hear the scratchy line downshift to a lower speed trying to find a stable connection.

At my kid’s elementary school, they just have a charging rack full of cheap Chromebooks and the kids check one out in the morning and put it back in the afternoon. The middle schoolers get to take them home.

This. For soft crumb American sandwich sliced bread, you want as little air circulation as possible, balanced only by not crushing the loaf. A bread box is a quaint place to toss the bread once you squish the air out, but without the bag it’s basically the same as the chaotic evil option.

Ghost pepper sky raisin.

I hope they got to the root of the problem.

Sorry. The poster says to give it the beans. 🤷

As a humanities major, it strikes me as a perfectly plausible title for an overpriced 4000-level or Masters degree text in Medieval Studies. Probably also accompanied by three other similar sounding texts and a xeroxed (or PDF’d, these days) packet of random essays assembled by the professor 15 years ago.

That anus paper has an anus.

Reminds me of the Old 97’s re-write of a Dylan tune.

If you die fearing God

And painfully employed

You will not go to heaven

You’ll go to Champaign, Illinois

It’s either Svenborgia or Grenyarnia.

Now I want some big fat yeast rolls. Nobody else does them quite right.

Yep, that’s my takeaway from that.

Oh, also the JATO Guy story.

I used up all my taste acquisition credits coming around on coffee and tolerating alcohol at all. I have zero fucks left to give when it comes to training myself to like hops. The bitter little cancerous-asshole-looking motherfuckers may be necessary but I sure as hell don’t want the entire experience shaped by them.

This one is not really filling up my outrage meter. Amortize it over the first year before you finally admit you don’t want to pay a monthly fee to subscribe to your ad-hoc coatrack, and it’s 8 bucks a month, and you’re already paying $45 or whatever for the whole shebang, including what have to be some pretty expensive live classes from Instructor/Influencers who have a certain amount of leverage. At least there’s a real service involved, and likely the new bikes subsidize some of it. They should admit that’s what it is, but… meh.

Yeah, I have no idea if this means something, or if Politics Gallagher there just brought out some props for “muh inflation” before smashing them with a sledgehammer.

It’s a Ford Aerostar, so the model year will be 86-97, but good luck figuring out which, or when the photo was taken.

Fuckin hell, that’s a people carrier! Not a van!

I’ll give you a dozen self-sealing stem bolts.

Vans hold more people than cars and can navigate densely developed areas better than bigger trucks. Take the W! It’s Vannin’ Time!

Surfboards make it cooler.

Although, based solely on my recollection of the 1987 classic North Shore, I know that the only good surfboards are tri-fin Thruster setups (decent) and giant wooden longboards (perfect), and everything else is utter crap.