He had a tendency to be immediately dismissive, impatient, and often outright insulting to other cultures and non-Federation types. The kid needed some humility, and often showed his age and closed-mindedness when he shut out ideas that didn’t come from his superiors.
It made it so I couldn’t play the game, because my computer didn’t meet the spec requirements.
Not saying it was a bad call. My computer was old and shitty, but now I’m out another $900.
I bet Simone Giertz’s Truckla had working windshield wipers…
Front seat? Sure. Back seat? Nah. You have to remove paneling, pull a tab up, then pull a cord forward. That is a three step, non-obvious and non-intuitive way to open a door.
Here’s your monkey’s paw.
Time goes on, and you overcome a lot of those anxieties with age. You get married, start a great job, buy a house, have a couple kids, and generally start feeling comfortable with life.
Then in a flash you are back in your high school head, knowing that no matter what you do, you’ll never get the mix of circumstances just right to do it again, which means at best your kids cease to exist and at worst, you lose everything that gave your life meaning. And you can’t share that pain with anyone. And on top of that, you’re now mentally a 45-year-old in a teenagers body, and rather than feeling attraction to your peers, they now look like children to you. You’re full of confidence, but any attempt to use that confidence feels like taking advantage of a child (even though you are physically the same age).
I think of that, because your wish is a horror story for me. Whenever it’s brought up, I think no amount of getting in on the ground floor of k-cups stock or bitcoin, no preventing catastrophes, nothing I could do would make me feel it was worth losing my kids. And worse, making them never exist.
By the way, mine is “I wish for a blowjob.” I’ve got what I need. But I’ll always take a blow job (FROM MY WIFE, TO BE CLEAR).
They’ve put them in every full set I’ve received the past several years. So I have a bunch of them now.
A put a hole in the side of a helicopter that left it grounded for a week.
I accidentally tapped it with another piece of the helicopter. I’m happily working on helicopters that are made of metal now, so no more of that nonsense.
Edit: also, honorable mention because it wasn’t my fault, but I made a helicopter drop an external fuel tank when it took off… by replacing a light bulb. It was on the button that makes the helicopter drop the external tanks, but there are failsafes so it will only do it in the air. Apparently the internal switch got stuck, so the second the weight was off of the wheels CLONK… and a tank was laying on the active runway. Excellent.
If it’s something you want and your partner doesn’t care one way or the other about, it shouldn’t factor in.
If you want to make the candles you use around the house, maybe they smell nice, maybe they get used, maybe they’re cheaper than store-bought, but that’s a hobby.
If you do a bunch of baking, especially for people outside the home but even inside it, and your partner isn’t all about you cooking, that’s a hobby, and you clean up your own mess. That’s not chores (unless you’re getting paid).
Chores are necessities to keep the communal house going, not anything that takes effort.
You only get one set of teeth
This is demonstrably false.
Edit: I think some people missed my joke. We all (almost all) have a set of teeth that fall out and another set comes in, so it’s just funny that they used the phrase “you only get one…” like we use for eyes, or brain, when we, in fact, end up having the whole set replaced once in our lives.
I think it’s less about “going high” than it is not alienating people in your own group. You can’t make fun of disabilities on the other side (with the exception of a clinical lack of empathy) without the collateral damage of also making fun of people on your side with those disabilities.
You’re missing the point. It’s not a one time thing. Evidence existed, that evidence was found, and that’s what made it change to being accepted.
That evidence still exists, so if you claim dinosaurs don’t exist, we can just point to the evidence that still exists. That evidence didn’t get spirited away like golden plates to heaven. We’re still finding dinosaur bones.
If you claim dinosaurs don’t exist, I would point to the wealth of evidence that they do. If you were raised in some religious cult that never taught anything about dinosaurs and taught that the Earth was 6000 years old, and therefore didn’t think giant creatures existed hundreds of millions of years ago, it would absolutely be on the person claiming they exist to show you dinosaur bones. Which is evidence.
Your premise is incorrect. The burden of proof for quantum mechanics is on the people claiming they exist. They provided those proofs, which is why people believe in them. I haven’t studied quantum mechanics, but if you asked somebody who does, they could offer proof or evidence. And if they couldn’t, then your claim it doesn’t exist (until proof was proffered) would be correct.
I didn’t like Chandelier by Sia, was annoyed when it came on the radio all the time, didn’t really pay close attention to the lyrics.
And then a TV show I was watching, Selfie, with Karen Gillan and John Cho, and the whole plot of the show was this attractive, vain, party girl becoming someone that other people could take seriously, and at the end after taking a… well, without spoilers, a confidence hit, she sings a slowed down version of Chandelier, and I not only heard and understood the lyrics, but had spent a series watching and caring about someone who was the posterchild for the song… and it just immediately changed my outlook on the song. It was deep, and painful, and far more meaningful than a song about swinging from a chandelier.
Also that show was surprisingly good and didn’t get nearly the recognition it deserved.
Except, of all people, those idiots Crabbe and Goyle busting out a living dragon made of fire. I mean, they shouldn’t have, but they managed it.
Nothing but direct strikes from aurors and death eaters.
I didn’t read this, but did you know that the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV has a free trial, and includes the entirety of A Realm Reborn AND the award-winning Heavensward expansion up to level 60 with no restrictions on playtime?
I do that, too, and I regularly get the “you’re always right, I’m always wrong” commentary. I respond, no, I’m often wrong, I just don’t make a big deal out of it so you don’t notice. I’d be happy to move on without a fuss when you’re wrong, too, if you’ll allow it.
Because seriously, being wrong is not a big deal. Everybody is wrong at some point, and regularly. Just correct yourself and move on, it’s not a hit to your identity or person.
That’s a fair comparison, and would give me the appropriate “Oh shit!” that this headline just didn’t offer.
Even a single, well-known point of reference makes it better. We all know world income inequality is absolutely nuts. But to pick out a particular one needs at least some kind of reference point (unless it’s an Indian article for Indian people, like an article from the U.S. for the U.S.).
Oh good! I would have come back later and wondered why I had stopped reading.
Oh, no, I get that, I’m just saying those things make him annoying. It gives lots of opportunity for character development, but he’s still annoying until he develops.