Is there a way to check the pressure before I roll it into a shop?

How long before it’s a pizza topping?

It isn’t the pressure; that was what I went after. I’ll see about replacing the sensor. The damn thing has hella mileage, so it’s probably well over the hill. The Ukranian dude I bought it off of knew nothing about cars, and hadn’t changed the battery in nine years.

My wife’s car burned oil like a third world weapon’s factory. It was a 97 Oldsmobile that had been driven nearly into the ground (but not quite!). We had to check/fill the oil at least once a week. Taught me, as a young dude, that it needs to be checked periodically and how to do it quickly.

I like watching because I’m an amateur; I don’t always know what the techs are doing, but it’s nice to watch and pick things up here and there. I don’t ask questions, though—that feels like going a step too far. (Also I stay behind the glass).

Well, given that “literally everything” includes the source material in that set, I can answer you with a firm yes, I think the source material is dumb, and therefore, the movie based on it is dumb. So we’re cool, right?

Man, everything—literally everything—I’ve seen about this movie has turned me off to it. I’m glad I’m not generally a DC reader; I’d be super bummed out. Thankfully, Marvel’s got my back.

I teach, and my particular style of teaching—largely discussion based, both socratic and more informal—has led me to realize than when I toss the notecards away and start improvising, my first choices of metaphors are almost always wrong.

I... I have avoided buying Halo action figures in the past because I’m not that kind of collector. But I see that sweet Mark IV armor set and I’m sold....

Cornell is great, but the headline should read “Take better notes during meetings by thinking like a diligent student.” Because too many of my students, even after I’ve taught them how to take notes, wind up with blank Cornell tables devoid of even the stuff I stop specifically to tell them to write—or are…

Hunger of the mother of culinary invention.

I so wanted to respond to the original post the other day, but I couldn’t because I had a class in the room, an after-school meeting, and then a grad class. And when I got home, it was wiped from my zombified brain, along with everything else except a desperate need for my simmering pot of curry.

Fresh cumin seeds (just a pinch, you maniacs) can give it a nice zing too.

I haven’t played New World Order yet, but I decided to buy Old Blood on a lark. I haven’t played a non-Halo FPS in... a long time. So I figured, “Everyone like NWO, I’ll try Old Blood and pick up NWO if I like it.”

I wash my beard every time I take a shower. Gotta. Don’t wanna itch.

All of ‘em. I don’t use any. I fluctuate between Chrome and Safari, and have no extensions for either.

Sorry to hear that; the closest one to where I live is 20 minutes away. It used to be even closer! But I moved, because to hell with a 45 minute commute through the boonies.

This is so much cheaper than going to Lowe's or Home Depot or what have you. The major local lumber yard, which typically deals to contractors and retail stores in the area, is perfectly happy to sell to individuals with a project at hand, and the prices are so much lower.

The boys probably want to show their shoulders, too. Gotta cool the gunz.

One personality type I don’t see on here is the slow-to-warm-up lover. Which is more what I am than any of the others. My life is busy, stressful, and I’m an academic and an educator. I’m not disinterested in sex, but it takes me way more time to get going than my wife. It’s frustrating enough (and my schedule is…