So when I’m merging properly, taking my turn, and cars push past me to merge into stopped traffic in a bunch at the very tippy end and sometimes even past it, I’m wrong?
So when I’m merging properly, taking my turn, and cars push past me to merge into stopped traffic in a bunch at the very tippy end and sometimes even past it, I’m wrong?
No I’m really not but its cool there's literally no other way you could have expressed yourself.
Well I described it badly — I’m talking about people who go around others, cut in front of other mergers, and basically merge in a big bunch at the end of the merge lane (which is quite short where I’m thinking of for this pet peeve) #chicago
I’d like to ban monkey drivers who won’t let you merge AND mergers who drive all the way to the end of the merge lane and shove their way into nearly-stopped traffic because no one understands physics.
Thank you! Since this refers to misidentified bones that nevertheless do not invalidate the species’s discovery, it doesn’t seem to apply to the OP’s point anyway. To quote from the end of your linked article:
Not familiar with the Utahraptor (and don’t see much about controversy around it in the googles) but I hardly think relying on two examples of dinos classified in the Victorian Era as some kind of argument against modern science just not knowing what the heck they’re doing with bones is valid. Even for Utahraptor, it…
So what do you do for a living, Aaron? If it’s not “study and assemble skeletons of prehistoric animals” then I think maybe they know more than you do on this subject.
Lena? Leave Michael B. Jordan alone unless he gives you enthusiastic consent, you icky little perv.
Men like that have had a very low humor bar set for them by life. They’re used to offended annoyance from the targets of their incisive humor stylings, and *THEN* — oh, but then! — they come back with the witty riposte, “What?! It was *just* a joke!” while their equally low-bar friends guffaw at the AMAZING WIT of…
I had been on vacation the whole week before and was sitting on the floor, watching TV and sorting through stuff, doing some final “while I have the time” organizing before I had to go back to the work grind when the news came on about it and of course that’s what I did the rest of the evening.
This is very much an, “If everything were different, everything would be different” mindset that is a bedrock of old-school conservatives. If everyone just did X then Y would not have happened and it doesn’t matter that the horse is gone and the barn burned down, their time-travel-based solution to the problem remains…
Imagine how much pain and suffering could be avoided if we just put these guys down humanely after the first incident.
I was right around Nancy & Barb’s age.
Hahaha! You are wrong. 1987 was a whole different world, full of WAY more neon colors and mylar.
The trend toward serialization wasn’t due to B5, it was due to Twin Peaks and the X-files. DS9 was doing macro storytelling from the beginning and built up to a pretty robust pool of ongoing arcs by the third season, but they didn’t just suddenly start serializing then.
I hear this all the time and heard it all the time back then, and I don’t buy it. TV production just doesn’t work like that. I think the shows both did their thing and the landscape changed so they both could do their thing more and have more breathing room to stretch. B5 is a clunky old cheese-fest and DS9 really…
I wouldn’t count that as fridging since they wrote her off at her request and her death was not done just to give manpain to Worf/Sisko (it gave pain-pain to everyone, and they continued to explore her death and how it impacted her symbiote and others throughout the rest of the series). They also had built the romance…
You mean it didn’t get really good until a month and a half into its run?!
Okay, now, what we got here, son, is a big ol’ case of Correlation, not yer, whaddya call it? Causation. I’d think a big city lawyer like you would know the difference.
So much this! I swear, some guys cannot even fathom just not sharing their every thought with the strangers who unwittingly inspired those thoughts.