I bit my tongue, thanks

It looks like a piece of EGO brand lawn equipment (which I also like the look of).

Wearing a chain.

Chain necklace? Gay

Chain bracelet? Gay

Chain wallet? Also Gay

Chain mail. Well now you’re a dork. And also Gay

Because it used to be enforced. You would actually get jaywalking tickets. Also tickets for drivers who don’t stop for pedestrian crossings. So if you go to a marker for pedestrians (with or without lines) the cars will stop and let you cross. Nobody is slowing down for random bozo in the middle of the street though, so there’s no point in jaywalking. It takes longer to cross that way.

Cascadian here to confirm. Throw on an insulated flannel and a pair of muck boots and you can stay in your pjs when you chore in and out.

This is how it was done where I worked. If you asked for ashes, we just went and scooped out an appropriate amount of ash.

Sometimes the animal was still just sitting in the burn pile (we only burned on certain days). Also the ‘cremation’ furnace was just a modified 50gal drum. So you had to cut up any of the larger dogs. Small animals (kittens or anything smaller than a regular sized cat) we just threw in the dumpster.

As you can imagine, that job sucked.

Complementary cat toy

I’d have some sympathy if it weren’t for how far you need to go to get a license suspended in the first place.

All you have to do is talk back to a small town cop.

Once they decide to punish you, there’s nothing to be done. They can sit a block from your house and pull you over every single day and write a bullshit speeding ticket. The same cop wrote me up at least a dozen times. Admittedly I was speeding the first time, and possibly some of the others, but I was always with the flow of traffic and close to the limit. He would just write up whatever he wanted.

The most annoying part was when my father borrowed my car one morning and got pulled over instead. He was mad at me for it, because me pissing off the cops got him pulled over even though he never goes above the limit.

And if you live in a small town, there is no public transportation, there is no taxi service. If you don’t drive you have to walk or ride a bike. And all of the work available is many miles away, because everything is when you get rural.

Although I don’t disagree with your comment about the number of bad drivers, I just think this article lacks enough details to come to your conclusion.

I’m not sure those two things are mutually exclusive

I’m in a similar situation. Have tried to get where you’re at, but have been quoted in the $30,000 price range. There is no insurance that covers any of that cost, and they all want payment up front.

Any suggestions?

Exactly why they tell you the seats work as floatation devices

I subscribed to all sorts of newsletters, and at least one was dinosaur specific. I would also write professors at local colleges with questions and usually get a response.

Also worked at the library and could order just about any book available. At that point most libraries would order books if they didn’t have them already.

But mostly newsletters and science journals until BBS became more common and user friendly when we first started having available computers.

Chicken Coup

Hoping to hear an answer to this.

As someone who saved literal cases of gaming mags from the 90s-00s I’m ready to part with them hoping someone else will go through the effort to scan them and make them available. I just don’t have the time or resources for that project and I’ve got a storage unit FULL of gaming gear that I need to empty. It’s hard enough to go through the games and hardware, I just want to get rid of the boxes and boxes ofabysls and magazines but I don’t want to trash them.

For your project you need an actual hammer drill. This might work to plow an anchor into some mortar between bricks but I would get the right tool.

Rent it or check to see if you have a local tool library.

But buy a new bit. Fresh bit makes a huge difference.

She flys him in on her jet obviously.

Very similar position here.

I’ve always felt that it wasn’t anyone’s business but my own and the person I want to touch. I don’t worry about putting myself in a box so I don’t wear a label.

Those that “need” to know are told that I am “independent”. What does that mean to me? It means I decide who I want to fool around with. Sex is more than just tabs and slots.

Although I have found that this answer is unacceptable to nearly everyone, so I can’t say I recommend it.

🎶 The best part of waking up…

Is chewing your Folger’s like nuts. 🎶

Imagine being unemployed and looking for work.

I have to answer every call.

Every call is spam. The number of calls I get has increased tenfold.

I’m certain that some of these jobs and recruitment sites aren’t actually hiring for anything. They are just collecting and selling my data.

At one point the VA assured me that a veteran’s medical debt is to the government and is not released simply because the veteran passed away.

Even things like the cable bill took months to resolve because we didn’t want to pay for services that weren’t needed after death. (It’s hard to find and cancel every account for someone who died and didn’t keep track of things.)