I gave up catholicism for Lent when I was 16 and haven’t looked back. 

I primarily (as in 99% of what I’ve got in there) use Evernote as a repository for scanned documents. My home document scanner converts them to searchable PDF and automatically puts them in my Evernote “inbox”. It’s simple and easy.

I used to work at a religious publishing company in the late 1990s. One of the very married sales guys somehow ended up at a gentlemen’s club where the ladies remove their clothing. Not sure how this was related to business, since there’s really nothing there for priests except maybe candidates for conversion or…

To answer the quoted question: me. Never heard of Walker Hayes or that song. And yeah, I don’t follow country music. 

I think he’s referring to no growth as in “no more units” as opposed to market share. I doubt he’s given up on that and actually wants more sales. So they want to sell more subs, but not at more locations.

Our cat lived a bit over 17 years on only dry food. Super healthy and hapy right up unti labout a month before where she went into a rapid decline. When she was 8, she had to go on a special medical food (bladder stones) and only ate that the rest of her life.

My wife’s Kia Soul GT-line turbo is darn near luxurious. It’s not a large floating car by any means, and favors engaged driving more than isolation. But the amount of comfort features and tech in this sub $30k (new) car is impressive. The turbo engines are pretty fun to drive, but frankly don’t sound or act luxurious.

The flip side of that power rating is torque was 525 pound feet of torque from pretty low in the RPMs so it pulls like a freight train. That much mass spinning in an engine had to produce a ton of it and it did.

I had a few 1970 Caddilacs (not wagons, sadly) and that’s actually where the headlight dimming sensor is located on cars equipped with it. The grille has a knockout with a fake grille piece that goes in front of the sensor. This looks like that piece is missing and yes, for just shy of forty kilobucks, it shoudl be…

I have had a few 1970 Cadillac Fleetwoods as my DDs. And they do float. I got one up to at least 130* (120 MPH speedometer needle was buried) and there was no fuss. Just a LOT of things moving by quickly.

It’s interesting how he’s concentrating on keeping inflammation out of his diet given his success in deflating footballs.

Before the Hops escalation of the early oughts, IPAs were not bad. Some were off balance, but many were decent and drinkable. The Hops Wars really ruined APIs for me and I haven’t had one in years. I don’t even bother. I’ve always been a malty ale kind of guy anyway.

I cannot agree with this more or emphasize it enough. It’s not necessarily the type of candy (one should know one’s partner’s preferences) but the brand. And everything Palmer is inedible garbage.

It’s possible that “none of the above” are folks who don’t plan to watch the game. I don’t plan to watch it, and that’s the answer I would have given. 

My rule of thumb when purchasing a machine is to max out memory (or at least get 32GB) if memory upgrades are not possible. If they are possible, I get a middle-of-the-road amount for now, or even the minimum amount from the manufacturer, and then expand it later.

This makes a lot of sense. 16GB is what I consider a minimum for any machine that will do more than the basics. My tablet has 8GB and that’s fine for tablets, but seems a bit skimpy for a full desktop OS running RAM-hungry browsers these days.

What orange? All that ugly is getting in the way. 

I actually know a good amount about football, but I cannot stand it in any form. I don’t even get why others enjoy it, but I respect that they do. I’ve never seen a Superbowl game. I went to a Superbowl party once, avoiding looking at the TV the whole time. That said, I wasn’t there to dampen anyone’s enjoyment, so I…

They’re all fucking ugly. Every Tundra. 

This is a good article since it encourages eschewing the traditional crass commercialism of V-Day. My wife and I will be celebrating 21 years of marriage this year. And she abhors Valentine’s Day and all the artificial romance associated with it. She has received zero Valentine’s gifts since we got together last…