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https://youtube.com/watch?v=woLbaFLoJI8

But what happens at seven blasts … Or nine?

Are those like detachable penii?

I’m in a very committed relationship now, but there was a time when this response would have tempted me.

So will you guys be like a pretzel or … ?

I like the running joke in Brooklyn 99 that none of the characters can tell whether another character is talking about a dog or a wife.

I once worked at a webhost and was researching a problem. In so doing, I looked up a relevant error message.

I found a forum post made years previously by a person whose username I knew well enough to identify as a co-worker.

Turns out he never found a solution, either.

The hell is going on in this thread?

You know. A Wrinkle in Time.

That’s a fun new word.

So your eyelids reflect your soul?

I know you were being sarcastic, but you were still teasing me about something about myself of which I’m proud, and that made it kind, if unintentionally so. So thank you.

People have been unusually kind to me recently, so I no longer have an exact count, but this is one of the top, I don’t know, twenty kindest things someone has said to me, especially recently.

So thanks and, out of gratitude, I’ll try.

When I hung my TV here, I ran one long cable to a tuner on a built-in shelf in the other of the room. It’s a lot easier to get to the back of that and, as a bonus, it has more ports (and a better speaker setup in case I decide to go that way).

That said, even if only using the TV’s ports, there’s no reason you can’t plug in the cables on the TV side, then however you prefer, secure the unplugged ends for use with future devices.

If it’s on the TV, maybe I’ll remember where to find it.

My brother recently told me that, if he turned out to be autistic, it’d probably be okay because he likes figuring out the rulesets of complicated systems.

I learned that from Slumdog Millionaire.

The only reason I care about getting wet is because it can be tedious to dry my glasses off if I have a wet shirt as well.

Really, though, unless it’s a ridiculous downpour I don’t get that wet. At maximum I’m exposed for <60 seconds as I walk from my car to the door of whatever facility I’m visiting.

If I choose to be outside long enough to get wet I either accept being wet or I stay under an awning of some sort.

The first time one of our cats got out, she got as far as hiding under the porch until we could coax her back inside.

The next time she didn’t even make it outside. She got into the (unheated) garage and just spent the night there until we found her.

That second night it was -11F (apparently -24C). I don’t blame her for not wanting to go further but it’s still annoying that she chose being out there over all the delicious bribery we left around the house to tempt her back in! (She was fine when we found her and has no apparent lasting issues from the experience, though she hasn’t tried to escape since.)

If your butt can suck, that’s still pretty special. I once heard someone get a brief segment on a radio talk show on the basis of that skill alone.