Right? I’m not any more inclined to go to Little Caesar’s, but I chuckles at a stupid story and that’s that.

Except the propaganda isn’t exactly favorable for the US. Almost as though there is a concerted and consistent effort to discredit the US.

Jeez, I thought 5 Second Films only did 5 Second Films.

Ha, they all showed up when the kids did, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t prop myself up for comfort. If it’s there, I’m going to use it.

Yeah, and dunno if it’s just because I have two kids now. I assume it would’ve struck me as odd before, but I guess I didn’t think of it back in the before times.

I have that same stool (three, in fact), and they are all as tall as the bowl, not doable for squatty potty.

I also have shorter ones that would work great. Kids come in all sizes.

At the top of the world, we’re all just the bottom line.

I did many a peepee check while in the Marines. It was a rite of passage. Guys tended to have fun with it, although, as with general population, some dudes were piss shy, and you’d let them have their privacy. Most guys would ask you to get as close as possible to watch though, because homoeroticism is rampant in the Marines, especially back when infantry units were all male. There was very little fun to be had, so you made it where you could.

Yeah, I was using stock pixel launcher forever until the most recent “update” that added yet another button to the search bar that you can’t remove, that I used daily, and the button went conveniently right where my right thumb tapped. Switched to Lawnchair, and it’s not without issue. Why can’t shit that has worked just continue to work the same way?

I moved the summer before fifth grade. My previous town, elementary school was prek through fourth grade, but new town had fourth and fifth grade in their own school.

Chorus was “mandatory” starting fourth grade, and so when I went to the first chorus class, they’d do a warmup where they’d sing this song. No problem, I’d heard the jingle, and I could pick it up quick. The problem was when they would then sing it backwards. All these kids had a full year on me, and I’d stumble my way through it like a fool.

So it came as a surprise to my teacher when I tapped out. I said, enough is enough, no more chorus for me. And so I was assigned a paper on Lyndon Big Dick Johnson. I’m not sure how that was a good replacement for an art class, but that was that.

So there’s an issue with cheeses in America, and I’m sure abroad as well, that I first was apprised of in Food Lab’s No-Boil Baked Ziti, real nice recipe. A note below the recipe talks about the ricotta cheese they recommend, and it says:

Look for a ricotta cheese that contains nothing but milk, salt, and starter culture or acid.

America, I’m sure you’ll agree, love to sneak shit into food, so I’m always extra careful, when making Italian style dishes, to keep an eye out. For some reason, I don’t think my grandma had this problem 50 years ago when she’d feed me the raw spiced meat before she’d roll em into balls and pop them in the oven.

I live in suburbia and I can get cheese with like three ingredients from ShopRite. Legit, good quality cheese according to the likes of Serious Eats and their Food Lab, and their recipes are fantastic and I trust them with my food life.

Oddly enough, I can go to that same ShopRite and get individually wrapped yellow squares of whatever. A dozen different kinds. Or I can get real cheese sourced from all over.

You can replace “but” or “and” with the semicolon.

I could’ve used “but” here; I chose the semicolon instead.

While you’re checking out the video for virtual insanity, also check out the one for Canned Heat, another great tune and another great video from Jamiroquai. I was only a kid then, but I’d turn on MTV in the morning before school to watch videos back in like 97-99, and these videos popped up every so often, and they had a lasting impact.

Check out also the Wikipedia article on Sterno, sometimes referred to as Canned Heat, because people would drink the shit to get fucked up and would ultimately die, and the coroner would rule it a death by canned heat.

They were free to disclose it. It is this way because people have used interoffice relationships to better their positions and create favor, which leads to an imbalanced an unfair workplace. Having a secret romance in the office has the potential for failure at best.

Are you my wife?!

Yeah, you go to the doctor, and when everyone shows up “right on time,” people later in the day get fucked by 30-40m. Show up early and be considerate of others, it’s not a hard concept. That or don’t make appointments you’re not going to keep. You’re not wasting your own time being on time to your own appointment that you made.

For real. I grew up around 26, haven’t attacked a boat since then.

An extra life hack: If you’re going to be late, maybeet everyone knows before you’re late. People are constant late with my work. Jon starts at 10. We get emails sent at 10:04, so and so is running 10m late. Let’s send this shit 10m ago, because I’m sitting here doing nothing waiting to get started.

We had a friend who we’d call when we were leaving wherever to go to his house to pick him up, “Hey, were outside.” We would get to his house and wait 5-10m for him to come out because he was getting his shit together. So we’d call 5-10m before we got there. Love him though.