I’m not going to comment on the veracity of it all, other than to say that I love that Iran’s nuclear secrets are guarded by shift workers, and that nobody was on the night shift, leaving Mossad a window to get in, torch the safes, and get out, before Allied Security showed up in the morning.
I’m in my late 30s and I run all the time, I’m in great shape, but I don’t even like going out to shows that start at 11 anymore, because I want to be at home before 11, and preferably even earlier. I don’t think it’s entirely to do with taking care of yourself, older body is just old, and I just know I will feel the pain a lot more, and that the reward just isn’t what it was when the expense is high.
How old is the little dude? Mine are both not so little anymore, in public school. I feel like I didn’t truly love them until I could start talking to them. And I loved them, but when they started talking to me and I started seeing inside their heads, it really unlocked a whole next level of how much I love them. And yes, plenty of not so great stuff too, but it’s all part of the package.
Yeah, this is how I used to deal with it. You just eat that stabbing pain for a few seconds and then it’s gone.
I haven’t had this in probably 15 or more years at this point, which seems to be consistent with the syndrome itself being most common in young adults, teens, and children.
I haven’t had it in so many years, but I eventually got to the point where I’d just take a deep breath and it would seem to pop away. It would hurt, but then it would stop.
It’s more common in young adults and children, and I’m approaching middle age here unfortunately, but the upside is no more precordial catch.
Well yeah, don’t house those drugs. Stick to the ones that will melt your mind!
In the words of my good friend Timmy: What’s going to happen to you?
That stupid question resulted in some fun nights. And also some uncomfortable nights.
Guitar Pro. Ableton. Microsoft Excel.
Nemesis Games, although probably will finish tonight or tomorrow.
And then listening to Towers of Midnight.
I like series, because there’s always another book! Until there’s not, and then panic.
That’s fair and we can do that in Jersey as well (and I’m just an EMT). Obvious signs of mortality it was referred to as back in 2003 or 2004 when I first got my EMT.
All I need is to get that first beer in me and two years of high school French comes flooding back until they ask me to stop.
Keeps you warm too. But, again, you have to be pretty hairy. More likely it’s a relic of our nomadic past and doesn’t serve much purpose these days.
Paramedics (at least in NJ) aren’t allowed to pronounce, but they’re what’s called online care (maybe, it’s online something), and so they feed vitals to a doc over the phone, and the doc says okay call it.
My lover, the river, makes a better soldier than a bride.
My grandfather used to have the little egg cup and tiny spoon, and we have never been a rich family, no matter how far back you go.
You talking about the old Italian tune-up? I’m all about it. I drive a WRX, and the majority of my trips are with my kids to and from where we walk to school. Tiny trips. So I feel inclined to really get on her when I have my occasional trips elsewhere. It’d be wrong not to.
It’s also a manual, and I know it wasn’t you (or maybe it was), but I don’t drive manual because it’s the best performance option. I know that flappy paddle gearbox, to steal a line from Clarkson, is a faster, more accurate shift than I ever could do, but it’s just fun driving stick. I just feel more connected to the road driving stick.
I got this car new in October '24, and it’s my goal to keep it forever, because I’m not sure how long for the world stick is in general. Or ICE engines. And that’s okay, it’ll be a relic.
It’s funny, because things I’ve watched recently have been pronouncing it YOUR-uh-nus, versus your-A-nus. Dunno when we made the change, but 25-30 years ago, it was butthole.
But jokes aside, I want to see something like the Parker Solar Probe, but out. Fastest thing ever created, by a large margin, and second place is the goddamn manhole cover. I’m assuming the science can’t exactly slingshot something straight out like that, wave to Voyager Uno and Voyager Dos, and see what’s happening.
I’m no scientist though, but let’s go.
Yeah, “car key” is just the fob thing for the push start and this engraved metal store that says “We Love You” in my daugthter’s handwriting, which is the only reason it’s on there. I can’t stand big kets and my wife is the most egregious offender.
I recently just discovered that Subaru lets you do some kind of code thing with the button that opens the trunk, so you can just leave your key in the car if you go for a run or hiking or something.
I never lock my house, but there’s also generally someone home or I’m only out for a couple minutes.
Yeah, but I have to go to work, you know?
So time to spin the wheel!
God, what a great name and a great movie, thanks for bringing it to the forefront of my memory.