When I lived in Bozeman, Montana, glass wasn’t collected for recycling in the traditional manner. It would have taken far more energy to truck it all to a glass recycling facility than made sense. Instead, annually (or maybe semi-annually) a specialty operation would come to town and grind all of the collected glass…

In Cincinnati, we have city-supplied recycling bins with a giant, colorful sticker on the lid that lists (with photographic examples) everything that is recyclable, as well has common exceptions (for a while pizza boxes were a “no” for being too contaminated). It’s all laid out pretty clearly on their website: https://…

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What a lovely idea. We have two dogs, both in their autumn years, and I so fear the day we have to say good bye. We’ll probably cremate them and then do just this thing to honor and remember them. Thanks for the idea (damn, I get misty so easily these days).

This is the most delightful story I’ve read in the Kinja-verse in a long time. Thanks.

Rest in piece, Fuel!

I want to buy that postcard for my wife. Best thing I’ve seen all week.

Thank you for this internet wormhole I’m about to drop into.

I want to see the beauty, but all I see is needlessly increased rotational inertia.

Wish everyone attending car shows had your attitude. Cheers.

Very informative, I always wondered about those dolls—I’ve even seen a few at the local Concours d’Elegance!

I find that *fact* hard to believe, merely on the premise that “Swingline” is funnier and less ambiguous than “Boston.”

I always thought that part was key, and I think of it every time I drop my car off for service at the dealer and trudge a similar journey through drainage ditches and over parking lots to grab lunch at some mediocre franchised restaurant.

nope!

Not only that, but the exposures don’t look the same. Doesn’t speak to DR potential when the Canon exposure looks to be longer, all other things being equal. This also isn’t a controlled situation—could have been cloudy skies, then sunnier a minute later.

I definitely notice the music more than usual during this episode; it was marvelous—even scene-stealing at times.

Not only that but a nice dig at religious fundamentalism thrown in at no additional charge!

Okay, so...partial credit? We can agree the headline is wrong?

Minor correction here: a meteorite is the debris you find after impact. A meteor (or meteoroid) is the object flying through space and potentially impacting a planet or other celestial object.

I really wanted to like it. I like Ghostbusters as a franchise, and I loved the SNL-centric cast (I love SNL thereIsaidit), but I must agree it was very lackluster and forgettable for me. Jokes were few and far between. The villain and plot were both uninspired.