Much like the Scots ruining Scotland, liberals seem to delight in ruining liberalism. As time passes, I see liberals more worried about some other liberal’s little slot in life. And less and less concerned with getting things done. The Big Picture is eschewed in favor of fighting over minutia.
We get what we are asking for.
A silly comic often leads to a silly discussion. Sometimes you just need to run with it. Or in the words-- Don’t hate the playa, hate the game.
You must spend a fair amount of time in bars to be so wise. Bars and even restaurants have limited floor space so they can often have just one urinal and you wait your turn. And I have never had anyone even try to talk to me in a bar or restaurant restroom. Why would they? We are there to drink and eat, not discuss philosophy.
And there is little to nothing to fear. The big bad terminal and command line isn’t needed for day to day use anymore. It’s been years since the last time I needed to compile anything. And if I ever do need to do that again, something is definitely wrong.
You are either a republican or a pervy pervert.
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Dem’s the rules…Follow them or become the outcast.
This cartoon can’t exist. Urinal etiquette requires:
That you should have one empty urinal between you and the next guy if at all possible. And always go to the nearest open urinal when you enter.
And that you look straight ahead and never look to either side of you. You must stare solely at the wall straight ahead of you. Thoughtful establishments hang pictures or current sales flyers at eye level to look at while peeing.
And most of all, you must never speak to anyone in there. So there is absolutely no way this cartoon can happen in the real world.
Those aren’t so common due to cost. But those have the advantage of allowing someone who is tall and someone who is short to be able to comfortably pee.
Would I survive? Perhaps not so well. Everything I forage or hunt and fish for reduces the amount of dollars spent on buying groceries. And a good portion of what we eat you can’t buy in a store.
It ain’t the fall that kills you, it’s the sudden stop…
That brings up an interesting thought.
Am I a cooking enthusiast because I spend time hunting/fishing/foraging wild ingredients? Many of my neighbors do some foraging and hunt and fish also. (I live on a lake in the middle of a very large forest). Or does the fact I made 10lbs of home smoked Canadian bacon in my own smoker this fall make me a cooking enthusiast? Maybe the breads I sometimes bake? Or the hand harvested and then parched over a wood fire wild rice I traded some of my bacon for from my one neighbor?
Am I a cooking hobbyist? Or am I just cooking to survive? Where is the line drawn?
What about the cost of the grinder, HT furnace, drill and drill bits, and anvil and hammers? Are you really sure you saved any money? /jk
Keep banging them out!
When you worry about the brand of the olive oil you use and the cost, (over $100 per knife), of your kitchen knives. And your stove is a $4000 induction model with 2 ovens.
Source: My one Son-in-law. But the son-of-a-bitch CAN really cook!
For the vast majority of you, long travel is required to get to somewhere you can backpack. And the the gear and foodstuffs is expensive also. And judging by the damages to the environment that some inconsiderate people leave these days, I’m not sure that you should be allowed to. (I’m getting sick and tired of picking up garbage and hauling it out of the forest I live in).
Minnesota? We are already considered as ‘Canada lite’. But we also have a strong number of Finnish heritage living ‘Up Norf’. So as a Minnesotan, I will allow it.
Land o’ Lakes is/was a very old farm co-op store. They formed to buy milk from farmers and then turned it into butter and cheese. They also sold other things like feeds and fertilizers and fuels to farmers. Back in the 1970s, Land o’ Lakes was merged with 3 different farm co-ops and became Cenex. I’m still a member of Cenex.
The brand name lives on in grocery stores mostly as a brand of butter.
What? You don’t have an internal compass that keeps you oriented? For some reason I seem to be a lucky person that just knows which compass direction I’m going no matter where I am. And it’s a very weird and frightening feeling if I do get disoriented. I had some pain meds after a surgery that did that to me. Flushed them damn things down the toilet after the first 2 I took.
That’s good for you, in the best way possible. I have not been so fortunate. I do have longer than normal legs. But we all need to adapt and over come in life. Toss in the me being a lefty also and things can be a hassle in day to day living sometimes.
Me, I’m heading out of my 6th decade. Shoveling cow shit, grain, silage, and tossing 50kg/120lbs hay bales nearly every day growing up as kid on a farm got me started on ruining my body early in life. 12 years as a toolmaker standing on concrete 10 to 12 hours a day and lifting heavy pieces of steel, Then 15 years spent dragging 115+kg/250+lbs patients up from basements and down from upstairs bedrooms as a medic has done little to nothing for my back either. A couple of knee surgeries later and now I have a hip that’s starting to act up.
Yeah something as simple as washing your hands can be painful at times when you are above average height. The vanities are too short and the faucets set too low. While my wife doesn’t want them in the bathroom, I did put a tall goose neck faucet on the kitchen sink. I don’t need to bend over to use it, so I tend to wash my hands in the kitchen. I would recommend installing one if you can.
No. More. Plasticccc? Whelp, there goes my new hip and wheel chair and pain here I come!