Then the title isn’t appropriate. If he can’t exercise editorial control over the “publication”, it’s inappropriate for him to call himself an “editor.” He's got no more claim to that title than I do. 

Noted, but I don’t have control of that.

Ok but specifically what caused you not to apply your own standards in this case? Apology accepted but there’s not actually any sense here you know what went wrong.

Too bad the location of this concert is lost to history. Scholars will forever wonder where this could have happened!

Nothing about my Model 3 has “poor fitment” or “QC issues.” You’re the one drinking Kool-Aid.

That’s literally nonsense.

Nobody gives a shit about “panel gaps”, jesus christ.

Not that you’d notice from any of their EV offerings.

Yet another case where doctors failed to ask about what a patient was eating until after it was too late.

What this poor bastard ate was highly processed foods, with additives and detergents and all sorts of stuff.

That’s not a disorder!

I gotta say, as someone who had to remind himself to be patient with other people’s anxieties - knowing intellectually about it doesn’t help with first impulses or natural empathy - my empathy for it really improved when I discovered the thing I’m uncontrollably anxious about.

Do people not knowingly engage in irony where you live?

The movie isn’t about the simulation. It’s about everybody else’s relationship to the simulation, and the parasocial relationship they have to Truman. He’s the hero on the journey but the movie isn’t about him, it’s about everybody but him.

I’m glad I watched it when I did (college, 15 years ago) but I don’t think I’m going back to watch it again. 

Results unknown but likely poor.

So once you hire someone, you’re stuck with them forever? If you make a strategy decision that doesn’t work out, it doesn’t matter, you just have to keep losing money and paying people to do nothing because you can’t, under any circumstances or for any reason, let someone go?

Why would a beef burger trigger your soy allergy?

Then let’s build new reactors where they’re safer so we can decommission those old, unsafe plants.

It was something of a relief, then, when “Vichnaya Pamyat” ferried us far from the radioactive air of Chernobyl and the poisoned Ukranian countryside to a clean, insulated courtroom