You’re teleported to 44 BCE Rome in your everyday street clothes. You’re brought before Caesar and he believes you might be from the future, hoping to bring him fortune. One day he questions you, asking “How Do I Die?”
“Ghost Apples” in the Fruit Ridge area of Kent County, Michigan.
An unusual phenomenon when freezing rain coats rotting apples before they fall, the apple turns mushy and eventually slips out, leaving the icy shell still hanging on the tree.
Honestly being overworked makes people unobservant and passive and it literally kills people every day. People don’t seem to realize that an overworked nurse might not notice your sepsis symptoms and a tired truck driver might not notice your car when he’s merging into the lane. Failing to protect worker’s rights impacts nearly everyone
THIS. I want workers to be treated well for their own sake, but I NEED workers to be treated well for MY sake. We have got to stop glorifying eroding margin into the negative zones.
you can make fun of old people all you want but then you’ll be knitting with a good album on and a cup of tea and you’ll be like this is excellent actually. the old ladies were right about this one. about the crosswords too, by the way
officially-cool youtuber Tech Tangents was working on an old Tandy machine and discovered the most hilarious quit menu in all of software, buried in an obscure astrology program for DOS:
THE “MAYBE QUIT” OPTION!
For too long, computer programs have been asking if we’re sure we want to quit, and only giving us a binary yes/no option. Finally we can leave whether we quit or not up to fate.
And yeah. When he tried it out, it failed to quit a few times and then quit. It seems it just flips a coin when you select it and either quits/does nothing based on it.
I want to see a Thai martial arts movie shot in this guy’s house where everyone keeps trying to use things in the house as a weapon but it just falls apart because it’s chocolate and what’s supposed to be a badass fight scene degenerates into a few helpless men sliding and flailing around in a giant messy pile of smashed desserts.
I know how the scene would end. Bad guy gets up, draws a weapon, and PANG!
There’s Chocolate Guy holding the one real metal pan in the room.
I know how the scene
would end. Bad guy gets up, draws
a weapon, and PANG!
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Usually it’s women who buy from the feather shop, sometimes accompanied by tolerant men schlepping backpacks. But every so often a guy comes in, usually to buy a present, and as someone who’s never really experienced guys shopping before, their efficiency in impressive. Guy comes in, I’ll take that one, guy goes out.
The other day we had this massive bearded dude, 6'3 linebacker style, walk right in and declare in a gruff baritone “My fairy wings didn’t arrive in time. I need some backup wings.” We offered a massive pair of feathered green wings; he tried them on (tiny) and said “A little high in the back, but I’ll take ‘em.” On his way out, by way of clarification, he said “I’m Tankerbelle.”
I love the goths, I love the middle-aged street-clothes ladies trying something different, I LOVE the little kids, but Tankerbelle will always hold a special place in my heart.
(I spotted him a few weeks later and got the pic; pleased to see he was still rocking our wings rather than what he’d ordered earlier!)
The thing about Amaury compared to other illusion cake influencers is that their creations are often a pile of modelling chocolate or fondant with a vanilla sponge somewhere in the middle, whereas Amaury makes things you would actually want to eat.
This isn’t for simple human relationships, it’s for human relationships with the greater world. sort of a sacred thing you ponder on specifically to deepen your relationship and understanding. For example, if I spent enough time with this cabbage, I would have an unparalleled spiritual knowledge of cabbage that I could use to win the allotment show. There are other examples of vegetable Talismans, but this one is especially about beauty and mastery.
She looks like a Marbled Crayfish - they’re a variant of the Slough Crayfsh that’s mutated to be parthenogenetic, so she’s likely going to just keep on laying fertile eggs as long as she lives.
They’re also extremely adaptive and considered an invasive species that outcompetes native crayfish due to their ability to adapt to different environments and being parthogenetic.
Depending on where you live you may well have an Illegal Crayfish :D
“Unlike other parthenogenetic organisms, the marbled crayfish is an extremely young species;[11] all marbled crayfish are clonal descendants of a single specimen from 1988” What the FUCK that thing came down in a METEOR to lay EGGS in FRESHWATER PONDS around the WORLD
