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I work in a Word doc saved in my dropbox. Every save is instantly uploaded and then downloaded to my other computers. Meaning I can switch from my PC to laptop and back seamlessly.

I never do this, but a couple months ago I started coming down with the symptoms of the Kojima Flu on the 31st. It definitely helps if you don’t randomly disappear one day for being “sick” but appear perfectly healthy the day before and after.

Yep - below a certain age kids aren’t really trusted with things like stoves or even the microwave.

Well, after about the fourth grade or so that’s exactly what I would do if I got hungry, reheat leftovers a few hours later.

If you’ve saved enough money to invest, you didn’t earn that. Someone else made that happen.

My mother was an abusive alcoholic.

One thing I learned about lying is follow-through. One lie requires many lies to prop up. For instance, when I didn’t want to walk my dog (my Siberian husky, in summer, in the deep south! ...when I had Nintendo to play) I learned a few harsh lessons in thinking through how to make it look like I walked the dog. For

I wasn’t required to finish my food as a kid, but I certainly would get no sympathy if I didn’t eat much and then felt hungry.

You clearly have no idea what you’re talking about. Gun owners put up with the ATF every day. The ATF regulates all sorts of things, from barrel lengths to classification of firearms - for instance, when laws differ between handguns and long guns, it’s the ATF that rules what a “handgun” is, with hilarious results.

That doublespeak really pisses me off. Make it easier to find the update? You mean easier than the fucking autorunning process gwx.exe already telling me to update? A process that not only do you have to prevent from running at startup, but you also have to remove a scheduled task to restore it if you do that?

No, no, no, you have it all wrong. My dog’s elderly, not a puppy. And I don’t live on a river, I live on the Chesapeake.

That seems to be the appropriate place to seek validation regarding a candy-centric holiday. Better than dressing up in some “sexy” costume I can’t pull off anyway.

Am I the only one who ranked candy by how cool or unusual it was as a girl? Skittles, peanut butter cups, Butterfinger, Snickers, blah blah blah - I can eat that any time of the year!

“You eat with your eyes first.”

One thing that was relentlessly drilled into my head as a girl is that there is no such thing as an accidental discharge. Or at least, what usually is called an accidental discharge is not an accident.

This. An admission that you cannot affect something is not the same as a surrender. I can’t make the drivers around me smarter, but I can choose - to at least some degree - how bad I feel about them.

So...no answer to my question?

I think it’s more than worry to correct silly misconceptions that lead government agencies to treat us citizens like children.

They use the exact same chipset - often at the exact same labs - as a hospital. False postives thus are no more no less likely than they would be from a hospital. The idea that we shouldn’t access information about our own bodies because we might kill ourselves is absurd and infantilizing.

I know they exist, I never said otherwise. I say only that the FDA’s stated concern - that people will take 23andMe’s information and immediately seek prophylactic surgery - is absurd. Not because prophylactic surgery isn’t an option, but that they don’t exactly do it on walk-in patients with internet printouts. It,