Signtist

Yeah, there’s always the underlying faith in the system in these types of stories. They assume that if someone was found guilty, they must have done it. The only ones that I see that go against that are ones where’s it’s been proven that they were falsely convicted, and even in those it’s usually framed as some freak one-in-a-million accident without anyone at fault.

The phrase “got your six” is a variation of “got your back,” referring to the method of using a clock face to denote direction. So, your 12-o-clock is directly ahead, your 3 and 9 are your right and left, and your 6 is behind you. Kind of a weird thing to put on your license plate, but I’ve seen weirder.

Good to know I’m not the only one! My wife was just talking about watching Pocahontas with our niece, and rolled her eyes so hard when I told her I’d poke her hontas.

I’ll often repeat things my wife says in the “I’ll x your y” format as if it were a cheesy pickup line. Like, she’ll ask if I can grab the remote, and I’ll say “I’ll grab your remote.” She hates it.

I’ll find a few new songs to be the first in my new library. I love finding new music, and transitioning from one library to another helps me take some time away from songs that might be getting stale to focus on new stuff. It also gives me the opportunity to rediscover songs from previous libraries after some time, and fall in love with them again. Just today I added a song to my library that I used to have on my old iPod, and I’m listening to it a bunch now that it’s been several years since I’ve last heard it.

My sister is like this, and she’s basically just constantly anxious about what she’s supposed to be doing and how people feel about her, so she forces herself to be talkative and energetic even though it exhausts her. It’s sad to know that behind her smile she’s just always stressed out about every little thing that she construes as someone maybe being mad at her. I’m glad that over the years I’ve been able to get her to be her real self around me, but I haven’t been able to get her to see a therapist yet.

They did all this because they know that the vast majority of the playerbase will never hear about this, and many of those that do will either forget, or simply not care enough to boycott the game. We’re in an age of apathy across the board, with so much bad press that any given scandal just fades into the background noise.

I mean, I understand that this is a metaphor for some instance of “someone thinks x should have y, and is dumb,” but I have no idea what specific instance it’s trying to poke fun at.

I have this on my everyday playlist…

I smuggled a whole pan of brownies once. I barely even tried to hide it, but nobody asked about the weirdly square bulge on my stomach. They don’t care.

I saw the new one with my father in law today, after not having seen one since the original trilogy. It was just not good. I’m usually able to turn off my brain and enjoy a movie regardless of the quality, but there were so many things that didn’t make sense, or were glossed over without explanation, that I just couldn’t suspend my disbelief.

I found it back in the mid-2000’s while I was looking for a video game where I could build stuff, similar to legos, so when I played it all I did was make castles and robots and whatever. Maybe you could make minigames for people like they do now, but it didn’t seem like it was the main focus, at least from what I had seen back then.

I remember when my nephew first asked if I knew about Roblox. I was so excited to build some stuff with him, until he showed me this crappy superhero fighting simulator. I can’t complain too much, since it’s basically the new-age version of crappy flash games, but it was still a disappointment.

I learned this by accident while heating up some hot cocoa as a kid, haha!

It depends on your strategy, and the amount of effort you’re willing to put in. I’ll talk to guys who tell me they found no success on dating sites, but when I ask them about it, they’ll talk about their experience as if all they did was send a “hey” DM to every girl on the site. The quantity-over-quality approach just doesn’t work, since girls are already getting an overwhelming amount of messages, and something generic just gets lost in the noise.

When I decided to bite the bullet and do online dating, I got cleaned up nice, planned a few events with friends to get nice, active, up-to-date pictures, made a well-thought-out profile, and spent a couple hours every day reading through the profiles of potential matches. I’d only contact the ones I not only liked, but that I felt might like me as well based on their profile. I’d find something I wanted to talk to them about, and make a personalized DM for each one that could serve as a good conversation starter.

It took a few months, but I eventually found a partner - we’ve been together for 8 years, married for 3. I’m not sure how much of my experience was luck, but my wife tells me that a lot of what interested her in me as a match on the site was my profile responses, interesting pictures, and unique DM topic, so the effort definitely made a difference.

I’ve been doing a few Duolingo lessons a day in Japanese for a couple years now. At the rate I’m going it’ll be a decade before I’m even slightly able to understand the language, but I don’t mind - it’s already been well over a decade since I first tried to learn it, so as long as this pace is sustainable, I’ll still be a lot further along than if I’d tried too hard, gotten burned out, and quit for a decade again.

You can see that the arms didn’t melt at all, so it’s more likely that they just put too many toppings on without an exposed crust to keep them in, causing them to spread off of the crust as they melted. I’ve done the same when I get overzealous with the cheese on homemade pizza. The crust underneath probably still looks like a minion.

When I was a kid someone gave me a “buttered popcorn” flavored dum-dum sucker. It tasted so terrible that it gave me a taste aversion to real buttered popcorn for nearly 2 decades.