...aaaaand that’s it for me. I’m done with the internet this week. We’ll start again on Monday.

My world history teacher snapped me right out of my nascent goth phase during my sophomore year by stopping me in the hall one day and telling me that I looked good in all black, and that it was very becoming (and slimming).

I’m 43, and when I was coming up, all that nonsense was entirely on me. I don’t even remember talking about potential schools with her.

HAH!

No problem! Just bring in never-ending train loads of soil from southern areas! Just another thing to pack (in bulk) when everyone migrates north!

Are you effing kidding me? I just measured. My upper leg (hip to knee) when sitting is 32" (I am a very large, very tall man).

Good grief, Brian. Like, total, in your life? I use self checkout at various stores 15-20 times a week!

My local Giant now has touchscreen kiosks with scales and little printers distributed throughout the produce section so that as you select a few oranges & apples or whatnot, you can bag them and print a scannable label as you go.

Heh, I find the opposite when loaded up with cart full of items; I can scan and bag them faster than any of the cashiers at most stores—but I also spent a couple summers in college working at Costco. I’ve got mad scanning skillz, yo.

Came here to chastise Brian for writing such a long article about his—presumably, based on the comments, and my own experience—unique experience with self-checkouts, when the rest of us find them timesaving wondertech, only to find I was far from the first.

Yup. This is why I’ve been focusing all my professional development the last several years towards data-center automation. Now I’m the go-to guy in my organization for anything AWS or Puppet/Ansible/etc. related, and will be one of the last to go by the time they (er, possibly me) figure out how out how to automate…

This is why I’ve still—even after many attempts—never been able to make it through the original Blade Runner in one sitting.  They just...told stories differently back then.

I’ve always wanted to build a Garthim (the big beetle soldiers) costume.  It’s still on my list...

They did, though, when Tyrion went to visit him in his cell. He gave him the speech about “you will hold no lands, hold no title.” Those are the standard rules for those that take the black.

Well, in Westeros, anyway. There would still be tens to hundreds of millions of people living in Essos and Southros safely across the Narrow Sea from the Others.

Just last week, one of my coworkers was rammed from behind by a Tesla (allegedly in autopilot) while riding his motorcycle on the capitol beltway.

To be fair, that’s the way I’ve always played that game. As I’ve always been about a foot taller and 100lbs heavier (starting around age 10) than everyone else around me, it shut that shit down real fast.

A favorite anachronism of mine is in the movie Gettysburg, in the scene where Lee is riding among his troops after the battle, lamenting that the loss is all his fault, the men reach up to him—and while the extra wranglers managed to keep anyone from wearing their wristwatches, they didn’t do anything about the…

The Stark kings (and other family) are buried specifically with swords laid across them, with the books saying “the iron in the sword kept the spirits of the dead locked within their tombs.” Now, there is a scene in book one where Rickon “borrows” one of the oldest swords while playing in the crypt (possibly the one…

Winterfell sits atop hot springs, which allow for heat and water, even during the longest winters. That’s why it was built there—and yes, it’s also allegedly the spot where the the army of the First Men and the Children originally defeated the White walkers (the spot where “Winter fell”), though some of GRRM’s…