I can't remember the last time I went through a non-self-checkout lane at a grocery store lately except for Aldi, which doesn't have bags at all so doesn't count for the purposes of this discussion.
No shoes, no shirt, no service, apparently.
If I were a mutant animal, what kind of mutant animal would I be?
Or for that matter what kind of mutant animal would you be?
Having grown up on TMNT this is the kind of question I've always pondered.
I usually ended up as a child settling on snake or lizard because I liked reptiles, or some kind of bird so I could fly. Later I'd split the difference with varying kinds of dinosaurs as long as those are options on the table.
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In other news Sophie has gotten a weighted vest courtesy of Scint and it seems to have done wonders for her, she's almost immediately gotten calmer and more relaxed.
I sometimes run in a weighted vest. It compresses the chest and makes it harder to breathe. Do not like.
If I were a mutant animal, what kind of mutant animal would I be?
Or for that matter what kind of mutant animal would you be?
You'd be a beaver, or bear.
I'd probably be a ferret-man.
I've never tried the vests, but weighted blankets are fantastic for hyperactive small people at naptime. My students call them "the magic blankets".
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If I were a mutant animal, what kind of mutant animal would I be?
Or for that matter what kind of mutant animal would you be?
You'd be a beaver, or bear.
I'd probably be a ferret-man.
He'd have to be something with a huge lifting/working capacity, that's known for its skill in building things.
I'd say a weaver ant.
I would never want to wear one myself, as I have massive paranoia/phobia issues with being immobilized or held down or entangled in things. But a lot of people seem to swear by them and the results are clear to see for the puppy. Apparently the consensus among fans is that wearing one "feels like wearing a hug".
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Yet another reason to hate tipping in the U.S.: Places that take advantage of it to bilk customers.
Market Hall Foods on 4th Street in Berkeley is just a grocery store, similar to Andronico's on Solano or the corner store in that they have the standard groceries, deli counter, butcher, and bakery. You have to bag everything yourself, no one helps you; it's just a plain old grocery store.
But they set up their point of sale to be an iPad with a "Tip" line. And nobody wants to seem cheap, so everybody adds a tip... for no reason!!!
You're not getting any service. You're not in a place that's allowed to pay its employees sub-minimum wage on the assumption they'll get tips. You're in a grocery store. And they added a tip line to the checkout counter, and everybody tips.
Because if there's a tip line and you don't, you're a bad person.
It's just scummy in more ways than one.
Some point-of-sale systems just have that by default.
I am perfectly happy to put $0 if presented that option in a situation where tipping is not customary.
If I were a mutant animal, what kind of mutant animal would I be?
Or for that matter what kind of mutant animal would you be?
You'd be a beaver, or bear.
I'd probably be a ferret-man.
He'd have to be something with a huge lifting/working capacity, that's known for its skill in building things.
I'd say a weaver ant.
Meanwhile, I'd be something prickly or barbed and solitary that likes food. A porcupine, or a hedgehog. Basically, Mrs. Tiggywinkle with a higher Int.
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Just reached out to boss at second job regarding potential full time positions there. We'll see what he says.
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Good luck.
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<Sings a two-hour symphony of whines, howls, barks, and whimpers entitled "Let Me Out Of My Sleeping Crate Please Humans">
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If I were a mutant animal, what kind of mutant animal would I be?
Or for that matter what kind of mutant animal would you be?
Having grown up on TMNT this is the kind of question I've always pondered.
I usually ended up as a child settling on snake or lizard because I liked reptiles, or some kind of bird so I could fly. Later I'd split the difference with varying kinds of dinosaurs as long as those are options on the table.
It is in fact for TMNT After the Bomb.
It is in fact for TMNT After the Bomb.If I were a mutant animal, what kind of mutant animal would I be?
Or for that matter what kind of mutant animal would you be?
Having grown up on TMNT this is the kind of question I've always pondered.
I usually ended up as a child settling on snake or lizard because I liked reptiles, or some kind of bird so I could fly. Later I'd split the difference with varying kinds of dinosaurs as long as those are options on the table.
Noice.
I have to agree with the prior comments. Either beaver or ant seems right up your alley.
I don't think they have ant.
So far I'm leaning towards: Holstein, moose, or squirrel (sorry, couldn't help myself), prairie dog, jumping mouse, hamster, or rabbit.
If Fawtl allowed sports this would be the Fawtl Volleyball Team
IS that the one with the net?
I lost track of the conversation... are we talking about what animal we would be?
Be-Claws it might be a close call but I would Fur-sure be a bear for me.
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<Sings a two-hour symphony of whines, howls, barks, and whimpers entitled "Let Me Out Of My Sleeping Crate Please Humans">
♫ Let me out of my sleeping crate, please, humans. ♫
♫ I need to go out and do lots of things. ♫♫ There's urine to be spread, ♫
♫ Or squirrels to chase instead, ♫
♫ And howlin' at the moon so big and bright! ♫
♫ Let me out of my sleeping crate, dear human. ♫
♫ I will be so very good you won't believe. ♫
♫ You can rub my puppy tum, ♫
♫ Or scritch my head and bum. ♫
♫ Just let me out so I can run and play! ♫
Just remember folks: There's a lot of stupid out there in the world, so don't leave home without your dumbrella.
Will by chloritazinator work?
That is a lot of moding... would be worth it though.
Good morning John.
Morning John.
It is definitely morning.
Gotta disagree with you there.
Still, good whatever today is, John!
I won't tell him because it would ruin his enjoyment of the mystery day.
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Mornings seem better now. I no longer dread them.
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I certainly am racking up the character deaths at the moment. Lost another one in what seemed like an overly brutal L1 Starfinder adventure last night (he was impaled by a venomous bug scout after a gruelling forced march). I wonder how long his replacement will last?
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In the hospital. Blood pressure was scary high. Dr office said get there. Now I wait. And the anxiety isn't helping. And there's so much anxiety.
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Good luck and I hope that you get better soon.
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In the hospital. Blood pressure was scary high. Dr office said get there. Now I wait. And the anxiety isn't helping. And there's so much anxiety.
Ouch. Yeah. When we raced to the hospital with GothBard coughing up blood and the nurse saying, "Emergency room, NOW!", the fact that we got there and then had to sit around in the waiting room for 90 minutes was not reassuring.
I know that anxiety! Good luck!
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Monday Grumbles:
(1) While I really, really appreciate that my tiny corner store tries to appeal to all tastes (gluten-free, dairy-free, vegan, sugar-free, organic, free range, fertilized, etc.), as I mentioned the other day, any company that feels that it needs to hide its replacement ingredients shouldn't be making the stuff in the first place. It's always perilous sending Impus Major or GothBard to the store in my stead, because instead of buying the tried-and-true, trusted brand I always get, they want to try something "different". And so, because the "secret exception" is so well-hidden, we get gluten-free, dairy-free, fat-free cookies (as bad as they sound). Sugar-free popsicles. Unsweetened dried cranberries (great in baking, not as great in your breakfast cereal). And when I point out that I stick with certain brands at the store for a reason, their response is, "Well, if you're so picky, YOU go to the store!"
Yeah... I'm not the one who's thrown out 5-6 boxes of cookies because they were <something>-free and ended up being inedible.
If you're catering to a niche market, what's wrong with clearly labeling your product for that market!?!?!?
(Yeah, yeah. I know. Profit.)
(2) Our division's policy is that to mark yourself as on vacation, you invite everyone in the division to a meeting so that the time gets marked. Of course, by default Outlook requires a response. It takes 5 seconds to turn that off, but you have to do it for every meeting request, so nobody does. So every time someone goes on vacation, they force 250+ other people to respond to their invitation. It's maddening, because it just reflects society-at-large's overall tendency of, "I will not inconvenience myself in the slightest just to avoid inconveniencing other people, even if the difference is a factor of 100 or 1000."
Just one of those things that drives me nuts. Parking in the middle of the street and blocking traffic to talk with your friends. Blocking an entire grocery aisle while chatting on the phone. Asking 250 people to respond to your meeting request. Grr...
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Speaking of silly labeling, Shiro got some "pasture-raised hard boiled eggs".
Trying to figure out how you "raise" an egg, and what the hens might have been doing out on the pasture was hilarious, but not at all enlightening. On all the farms I've ever been to, the chickens like to hang around the buildings, NOT out in the pasture with the cattle...
In the hospital. Blood pressure was scary high. Dr office said get there. Now I wait. And the anxiety isn't helping. And there's so much anxiety.Ouch. Yeah. When we raced to the hospital with GothBard coughing up blood and the nurse saying, "Emergency room, NOW!", the fact that we got there and then had to sit around in the waiting room for 90 minutes was not reassuring.
I know that anxiety! Good luck!
There's that, but it's also ever present. It's been worse since the homeless scare a little while back. And doesn't stop. Ever. And I can't see help cause Florida is just terrible for getting any kind of medical help if you're poor, and I still can't get on medicaid (it took a 20 min call in Ohio).
But no, the "no beds available, it'll be a few hours" wait doesn't help.
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You may already know all of this, but...
"Pasture-raised" is usually short hand for non-vegetarian hens. Chickens naturally like to eat bugs and worms and "stuff." So when you see an egg labeled as being from vegetarian fed hens, that usually means that they are locked in industrial factory egg makers. Even if the chickens do not necessarily wander all that far, the fact that they can go into the pasture to find a tasty grub is a sign that they are more likely free range.
Which means whatever.
You may already know all of this, but...
"Pasture-raised" is usually short hand for non-vegetarian hens. Chickens naturally like to eat bugs and worms and "stuff." So when you see an egg labeled as being from vegetarian fed hens, that usually means that they are locked in industrial factory egg makers. Even if the chickens do not necessarily wander all that far, the fact that they can go into the pasture to find a tasty grub is a sign that they are more likely free range.
Which means whatever.
I did not know that. Thanks! And yeah, I've been around chickens. They'll eat anything.
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...and GothBard continues to emphasize the hilarity of "pasture-raised hard boiled eggs," which is indeed still a puzzler.
Do they still do the biology class assignment where you have to care for an egg for a week as if it were a child?
"Couples" carrying around easter baskets with grass to keep the egg cushioned, keeping a log of feeding, changing and such.
Feels like that could loosely be raising an egg.
Now you be a good egg, or I am throwing you in the omelette pile.
We had an incubator.
It's a hell of a way for a hippie farm kid to learn the cycle of life.
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In the hospital. Blood pressure was scary high. Dr office said get there. Now I wait. And the anxiety isn't helping. And there's so much anxiety.
it looks like we may be on the same meds in the future. Get ready to pee like you have never peed before.