*sigh*

I like G + F except, oddly, the scenes where the two of them are together, which always seem to descend into broad caricatures. My wife likes it all the time, which at least makes the grammar easier.

Thanks, I’ve been looking for this. There is a special circle of Hell reserved for website designers who both want to send you notifications *and* pop up a window prompting you to subscribe to their emails.

Having recently relocated to NC, this is good news.

Check out 11foot8.com— IIRC the site has a very detailed explanation of why the bridge can’t be raised, the ground level can’t be lowered, and the street can’t be rerouted without huge expense.

When it comes to Linux there are two kinds of people: those who swear by it, and those who swear at it.

One more I learned the hard way: if you’re upgrading your graphics card, check the physical dimensions too. They come in different lengths!

If I’m eating alone I like the bar — but rarely to talk to the other patrons. If the place isn’t too busy I like to chat to the barstaff, who are usually interesting and varied folks.

You are far from alone. I thought that his work in the various retellings of his confrontation with Kylo was brilliant — and he does it all with is body and his face.

then the doubts start creeping in and you’re fcked...again.

I found that out the hard way in a Mazda with a battery barely a couple of years old with no exceptional use.

If you ever get a chance, try the balti — a wonderful creation from the Indian diaspora in England.

This is great to know. I signed up for TSA Pre because the nearest Global Entry interview location is a couple of hours away -- even though I live close to a self-described “international” airport.

I just signed up for TSA Pre today, after experiencing the security line from hell returning from a business trip to Denver. I would have signed up for Global Entry — I only go overseas a couple of times a year, but the cost difference is so small — but as far as I can tell, the nearest center for completing the…

I just need the rest of my household to read this. My wife is an adherent of “The Life Changing Joy of Leaving Your Shit Everywhere”, who gets anxiety attacks any time she can’t see all her possessions, and treats any visible surface as an opportunity to open some junk mail and spread out its contents.

stand up kneel down and protest with the NFL players

In my experience, that “golden age” is typically wherever and whenever the prescriptivist in question took high school English.

Octopus don’t have any tentacles. 0. Not one. They have 8 arms

I don’t go to weddings or funerals any longer, and for the same reason: I hate being anywhere I’m not the center of attention.

Motorcycle licensing in the UK has always been weird. When I was a lad, a car license also counted as a “provisional” motorcycle license, so you could ride a motorbike (up to a certain cc:, as I recall) indefinitely, without ever taking any training or a test.