Crows remember the 90s.
Crows remember the 90s.
Artist’s rendering for the uninitiated:

Not arbitrary. Base 10 because we usually have 10 fingers and those are useful for learning counting. If you have to choose a base, 10 is a good option for humans.
Right but it says “the skin of a discarded pineapple” — meaning the pineapple was discarded, not the skin. Just a silly grammar joke.
Why was the pineapple discarded? They could have eaten it 😭


If you’re a procrastinator it can help to use that “skill” to incentivize stuff like reading. I habitually put off going to sleep, so I’ll read as a way to delay bedtime. If I want to avoid working on a big ongoing frustrating project at work I’ll do a bunch of little work tasks to put it off. Using that desperation to do literally anything else to avoid a particular task kind of feels like a superpower!


If I paint a study of Van Gogh’s Starry Night, even though I painted it it’s NOT my art. Trying to sell a reproduction without acknowledgment that I’m not the original artist is forgery and fraud.


The medal is actually made of chocolate. The rumor is if you steal and eat someone’s nobel prize you absorb their power.


If Mamdani was running as a third party spoiler candidate? Absolutely.
If the concern is about the longevity and reputation of the quack institution, you could point her to a woo factory with accreditation and a better reputation among the crystal crowd, like Naropa in Boulder, CO.


Kind of? It makes you more likely to moderate, stop earlier, do less atrocities if you think the public won’t like it or is ashamed of it.


Ever heard the term “pyrrhic victory”? Sure, you kept your hands clean, but you didn’t do yourself or the people of Gaza any favors.
A three-star restaurant on Tabelog is life-changing cuisine. I’m not sure what you’d have to do to earn four, but it’s probably illegal.


I want food, I want sex, I want to go home.
Hydrogenated
Depends on how well you lash them together. They’re bound to get soggy though.
I was eaten by an escalator once. I was around five, and going up with my toes pressed forward against the stair above me. As I got to the top, the stairs slid together pinching the ends of both my tennis shoes between them and trapping me. I yelped and a quick-thinking adult family friend who was just ahead of me pulled me up and right out of my shoes. The ends of both of them got shredded by the grating at the top of the escalator and I was walking around for a while with my (fortunately unharmed) toes sticking out the ends of them.
I’m 41 now and still wary on escalators. I carefully position my feet in the center of the stair and will hold up any long clothes like skirts that might get caught accidentally. My husband thinks it’s funny.