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It's a mystery, man.

The funny thing is, I can't even remember how I ended the conversation. It confused me to the point where my memory stopped working or something. I think we ended up with "Green, it tastes green."

Ugh, I hate the people who are just impossible to explain anything to. I had a conversation about pesto this week that went like this:

There's another thing about video games that lead me to not back them: they've got a rather nebulous development process. When you're kickstarting something physical like a playing card deck or a cool bike rack or whatever, usually the process is already 80% of the way there. Everything's already designed and

Yeah, some of them go too outdoorsy/athletic for me but the fit is really nice.

I have an E-cup chest and I find that the button downs at The Limited work well if you're looking for a business style. They're not perfect, but I'm pretty sure that the tiny gap they do have is only apparent to me. I'm average weight and height though, so if you've got additional hard-to-fit issues they might not

I have that shape too—very small waist, big butt and thighs. I fall on the soft butch side of the style spectrum so take that as you will. I like Eddie Bauer for tops (I've found some great button downs there that work with my large bust and are tailored but not too feminine) but their jeans leave something to be

Yeah, but there's a difference between having a momentary dumb thought and expressing said thought out loud, twice, to a stranger.

How are they supposed to clarify it further? Describe what a scallop is? Put "non-beef" on there? At a certain point, you just have to accept that some percentage of customers are dumb.

If they fry gluten-coated things in the same fryer as fries, then they can be cross-contaminated (usually not enough to hurt a person who wasn't especially sensitive, but still). And cheese sauce does usually contain gluten, unless it was literally just straight melted cheese.

Actually, doing terrible things does terminate your parental rights. If you're enough of a danger to your children, then the state removes them from your custody and puts them up for adoption. There's no way this man's actions aren't severe enough to warrant that.

Man, I see myself doing this in a few years. I'm just not a career sort of person but my parents are very much the WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE DENTAL BENEFITS types.

Maybe that's true, but I kinda feel like her Batgirl ship sailed in the eighties. It just seems like DC had an awful lot of great stories they had to erase to bring her back as Batgirl and I'm not sure the nostalgia factor is worth it. I also don't see what's keeping them from running a Batfamily: The Present book and

A lot of it, I think, is that servers have very little recourse when they're abused by customers compared to other industries.

I would disagree. There's a lot of technological inconsistencies in the DCU (the JL has teleporters, apparently, but nobody else does, and despite the proliferation of humanoid robots in the supervillian community there are still manufacturing jobs in the world) and it doesn't stretch credibility to say that

Well, don't do anything fatal (that should be common sense. Touching a customer's food and taking the brakes off their car are not the same thing). I do know a couple of people in the medical profession who'll make patients wait longer if they're assholes, though.

Eh, we've all done something that we knew was both wrong and justified in our lives, I think. It's not like this was a common occurrence.

Yeah, I reaaaaallllly don't like the new direction on Wonder Woman. It's too dark and violent (and I LIKE dark and violent, so that's saying something) and losing the made-of-clay origin takes away a lot of what she meant.

In the United States, tips are considered part of a server's expected wages. Not tipping in the US puts servers below the minimum wage.

You know, I agree that it's an asshole move but it's one of those things where you shouldn't do it but sometimes you're driven to it. It's like telling an ex's new fling about their crappier qualities—a bad thing to do, but all of us at least sympathize with the impulse.