Krill is so small that instead of looking like a plate of shrimp, they end up looking like a plate of tartare. Like fishy ground chicken. Some people eat krill. Most don’t.
Idk any more details about human krill consumption.
Krill is so small that instead of looking like a plate of shrimp, they end up looking like a plate of tartare. Like fishy ground chicken. Some people eat krill. Most don’t.
Idk any more details about human krill consumption.
You’re allowed to use the word normal. It means something quite understandable for most, and only very sensitive people object to its use.
It’s not what you wanted to say, but it is what the words you wrote effectively meant.
Nature doesn’t lend you credibility. You and your colleagues read Nature because it’s how you filter out the trash.
Researchers agree to have it that way. I will not yield on that argument. You do, you agree to it by majority to this day.
So they are the source of your credibility. And you continue to agree to have it that way.
Why publish through a journal at all? What do they do that WordPress doesn’t? Are they the source of your credibility? Do they pay the peer reviewers. Or are you all just whipped?
If you’re looking at publishing it for free, I’d think it should be fine to put a PDF download in an ordinary blog post with the title and abstract?
Or are there people who won’t allow that?
Yeah, I’m also guessing the Tweeter is just a masterbator, not a real doctorbator with a PhD in D.
Then do the same test but you put it in front of Catharina, and see what happens.
That’s why the shoulder has to be relocated.
I also thought of that one.
For anyone curious it’s Counter Strike in VR, basically.
Puking on the carpet, dropping dead things at your feet, licking at you, drawing your blood with sharp claws. Imagine a long slimy toad-lizard with those sharp claws, behaving like that.
I see your kind with the “there is no joke” nonsense occassionally, and I never know if you’re wilfully obtuse because you don’t like this humor, or really don’t even understand how it could be funny.
I’ll tell you it’s kinda funny.
Delicious spacedust.
It was exploded, then turned onto something green eventually, then something haunted consumed and excreted it, then something WAY MORE HAUNTED did a bunch of weird shit to it like letting little things fart in it.
Such delicious spacedust.
Seems we’ve run into the “want to be != are” fallacy.