I don’t necessarily care about fewer episodes if the story is still good, but the long waits mean I’ve hit the point where I generally won’t bother to watch something until it’s over. I don’t feel like investing myself if I don’t know when/if the next part is coming, so now I wait until every season is out to start watching.
Oh it’s not professional, we just all like animals and most of my coworkers already play fantasy football, so this fits in.
Some of them also have names. Chunk, Grazer, Otis, etc. Usually just the more popular or well-known bears though. 747 doesn’t have a name though, because his number is an apt description.
If you couldn’t tell, I’m very into Fat Bear Week - my office posts our brackets and we have a trophy for the winner.
I’ve left plenty of parties early and never got more than a token amount of shit about it. Even in college, I could just say I was tired or had homework and no one cared. I’m a serious introvert and my friends knew I had maybe an hour or two in me and no one else cared enough about me to be bothered. You can be an introvert and still have a spine.
And I had horrific, untreated anxiety and depression. Fun!
Maybe she’s poisoning you just a tiny bit at a time. Kidding, but have you guys eaten a meal at home together without you feeling sick?
My mom and I have talked about that kind of thing and she knows to call me directly if someone ever tries to say something happened to me. She’s not stupid, but maybe just not growing up with people constantly trying to scam her at every turn hasn’t prepared her for the depths these assholes will sink to, and they’ve gotten so much more sophisticated.
I keep kind of hoping I get this one. I’m ace, so I definitely haven’t been watching porn of any kind, and my house has changed dramatically since the last time google came by, so it would just be entertaining. But then I see people on nextdoor all freaked out that “someone has pictures of their house,” and it makes me wish for a large, extremely targeted sinkhole to open up under all these scammers.
To sum up, Aldi did the same thing a lot of retailers do, which is raising their prices and then having a “sale,” they got caught, and the court agreed they did it. No info about any kind of consequences.
Well in that case, can Kevin sleep with me?
No thank you. The eggs would have to be enormous to develop into a human baby, and laying one of those every month would suck.
My coworker had a full hysterectomy in her late 30s for the same reason and she’s described it as basically a living hell for about a year. Just a complete nightmare where she felt like her body completely turned on her and she had no control over anything it was doing - hearing about it made my attitude about keeping my ovaries much more enthusiastic. BUT she was pretty much fully through menopause after that year, so the good news is that your wife’s situation is likely pretty temporary. The bad news is that a year can feel like much longer when things aren’t going well, and I’m guessing she can’t do any hormone replacement to ease her symptoms because of the cancer risk. I did keep my ovaries and I’m still having some hormonal nonsense (pseudo hot flashes are not making me real optimistic about the real thing, let me tell you), so I can only imagine how much that sucks.
The thing is, you’re probably not actually doing anything wrong, it’s just a total tsunami of fuckery in her body atm that’s making her feel that way. I would suggest marriage counseling, because it’s possible that a neutral third party can help your wife see that, even though she’s not totally in control of her body or feelings right now, she still doesn’t get to make you feel like shit and she might end up destroying a relationship she still wants once she’s past this stage. There’s no easy solution, though, it’s just everyone putting their heads down and pushing through it, unfortunately.
I doubt they’re taking it personally. A lot of people who very much do need help say the same thing you did, and they don’t know you. All they know is that you’re unhoused and refusing assistance.
Oh if the rapture people’s idea of god is the right one, I’m definitely not getting into heaven. But that’s ok, heaven would be full of people I’d never want to hang out with anyway.
It’s almost 9pm where I am and there’s no sign of it. Jesus better hurry his ass up if he wants to be on time.
That’s exactly what he was put there to do. Well, that and just generally disrupt the postal service enough to push people to their more expensive competitors. It’s dramatic but I always joke that he’s my nemesis. I’m just grateful that we have ballot drop boxes all over in CO where I live so that people don’t have to depend on the mail.
They’d have to care that there are crises to bother trying to fix them. Trump only cares about his personal problems and I’m pretty sure Vance is some kind of robot with bad AI who will just stop charging himself if things get too bad.
Hard no. My day job is in government and I cannot take one more meeting in my life. I’ve attended some of the HOA meetings and they were actually worse than pretty much every meeting I have at work, because they last forever and the stakes are so stupid.
I finally got a 12 foot skeleton but our stupid HOA doesn’t allow Halloween decorations before 10/1. I think I need a festive fall outfit for it so I can say it’s not Halloween, it’s just seasonal.
That’s also me. I basically never pay full price - I put games on my wishlist knowing I probably won’t even look at them again for a couple of years.