I think you forgot to include cobble topping, a critical component of blueberry cobbler. Can you post it again with an updated ingredient list, please?

You’re not overthinking it. The complexity of the logistics of getting lubricant in mass quantities to your sexual assault victims can’t be overstated. I’m guessing they weren’t pinching pennies so a convenient, disposable solution likely won the decision.

I hope I don’t end up on a list for this comment.

Just left the same comment. It was surreal for the few moments you were on the bridge.

The other thing I remember vividly is the poor guy who ran up to one of the actors who was in full Klingon costume. The guy belted out some phrase in Klingon you know he had been rehearsing for weeks and stood there, proud and expectant. The actor glared down at him and in forceful English said, “I do not speak that dialect, human.”

I’ve never seen someone’s dreams be shattered so visibly and thoroughly in so short a time.

I had the opportunity many years ago visit the Star Trek TNG experience in Vegas. There was a point where they rush you through the bridge of NCC-1701D. I had that same feeling in that moment.

Which was the point of the experience, of course, and I know if I had stayed for more than a quick walk across the deck the sensation would have fallen apart. But in that moment I was in the place I had seen so many times before. It felt familiar and registered as the same.

Ever hear the term Satanic Panic?

First task on Monday morning… “Who is going to be pissed at me this week?” Go through and decline the least important meetings until I can get through my week without breaking the space-time continuum.

I used to do it Sunday night but decided fuck that - that’s my time.

Jesus fucking Christ. We’re all so broken.

Get two if you can, especially if the first inspector was recommended by your realtor. An inspector who gets work from a real estate agent is going to have an incentive not to jeopardize the sale, lest they not get called for the next one.

On top of that little bit of misaligned motivation, of the three home inspections I’ve had none of them found things that ultimately ended up being problems. The most recent move I did the inspection myself, wrote up a little list with pictures, and got the seller to fix most of it right up.

The OP is a first time home buyer and I wish them luck! Home ownership takes work even with the the best kept home. I just hope they take heed and go into it eyes wide open and we’ll informed as possible.

Got randomly screened once. Seemed normal until the next three people were also randomly selected. Two of those were attractive young women who now had to stand in a line with their arms out and get groped by a female TSA agent in the name of security. “Ah”, I thought. “I was the smoke screen so it didn’t look suspicious.”

Can’t prove it but that is definitely how it looked to me.

I’ve always wanted to contribute to an open source project but by the time I get done with the grind of the work day I don’t have the mental energy to effectively work a second job competently.

Not sure why the down votes; obviously /s. And clever, at that.

I’m with the customer on this one. Soft drinks only stay good so long so having them in a larger container works against you. Also, having a larger container means needing more space to store it, and it is heavier and more unwieldy to carry. For some that extra litre of cola might be more like a white elephant than a boon.

Holy shit. That’s horrific and would drive me to quit.

I look forward to your forthcoming book on leadership: “Lead Like You Don’t Give a Shit”.

I find this a fascinating phenomenon. Some of it is ignorance of the technology. Which I get because you can’t expect everyone to be experts (but if you don’t know the difference between a browser and your desktop just fuck off back to the bronze age).

The other is a true lack of empathy in the context of communication. Being able to communicate effectively with an equal onus on both parties to understand and adapt the dialog until the information has effectively been transferred is not hard, really, but some people just don’t care enough about the person on the other end of the line to be bothered.

That is infuriating when you’re trying to be helpful.

Appreciate your perspective. Makes more logical sense than the “shouldn’t have used ethanol” responses I got. Thanks!

Just finished restoring an old Jeep and had the brand new fuel pump give up within the first tank of regular gas. Everyone I talked to the first thing they asked was, “Did you use ethanol free gas?” Like it was some street smarts thing I should have known.

I would have thought by now any component built in the last decade would be built to withstand modern gasoline mixes. Joke’s on me.

I’m attending an all day workshop tomorrow with a bunch of leaders at my job and I expect this is a better summary of the upcoming proceedings than anything else in existence.

I will be waking up in a cold sweat after I dream of sliding, wading, or being passed through this tunnel in some being chased, helpless, forgot-it-was-test-day nightmare scenario.

Appreciate it, Lemmy.

IANAL, but my family lives comfortably on our income. I’ve had the opportunity to peek behind the curtain and get to know (professionally) people with seven figure incomes and eight figure net worths. The “contempt born of familiarity” resonates for me, intimately.

What surprised me and continues to haunt me is how trapped they are in the same system as the rest of us. They were keenly aware that not “playing the game” for even a moment would mean they’re out of it. No single millionaire can change anything much more than you or I. The system would destroy them for trying. Even if an entire company of top executives were to collectively band together and try to make change the market would dissolve their wealth in a heartbeat.

And that is what keeps me up at night… there are no heroes, no saints, no saviors. Just a system put in place generations ago that is going to have to implode under its own weight, likely violently and at great human cost, for anything to get better.