I endeavor to be a better example to my sons.

This is why a True Pint is served in a 20 oz glass to allow for a proper head and 16 oz of beer.

Huh. Interesting. I just googled the comparative nutrition and I admit I was surprised, especially by the sodium content of both Beyond and Impossible. Not clear if it’s a fair comparison given that most beef burgers contain a ton of added salt, but still. That being said, I’ll still take it on a carbon-footprint…

These guys. My dad is one of these guys, the “harmless” “charming” older white guys who think their attention is invariably flattering and anyone who disagrees needs to “relax”. I spent my entire childhood watching him make women squirm. Fuck these guys.

Real meat should and will eventually be a luxury.

As a bona-fide 90s teen, I never got these guys and the fact that they are failing at this gives me a bit of a schadenfreude hit. And that lede is pure gold.

That’s what the Senate is for.

He’ll always be Wing Commander’s Maniac to me.

I had a Carl’s Junior Beyond Burger last week and I was impressed by how much it didn’t make a difference given the low bar it had to meet.

At this point in tech though, a dedicated design goes a long way (no pun intended) to squeeze more range out of batteries. An electrified current model is going to call for an extra-premium on batteries for adequate range. It’s like how the 2nd gen Prius got most of its efficiency out of aero and driver feedback, not…

Wake me up when AOC is president.

Filed for the future. Thanks for the tip.

Came to comments for Jared Diamond, was not disappointed.

My dad taught me to play chess when I was six. I won for the first time when I was like 10 or 11. One of the most satisfying moments of my young life.

I’m curious about this scalable complexity with X-Wing Miniatures: How old is your child?

Some games can not be lost on purpose. My 5-year-old’s favorite came falls into this category and it has caused tears.

Clif Bars also. Everytime I go hiking I intentially pack at least twice as many as I could possibly need in case I turn an ankle and end up stranded up a mountain. They’re stuffed in my glove box for the same reason. If my car breaks down a dirt road I’ll be damned in I end up living off Taco Bell hot sauce packets.

A few years ago there was a letter in the BYU student paper that made the rounds wherein a male student pleaded with women not to wear bags or purses with straps crossing their bodies because it brought too much attention to their breasts for his little god-fearing loins to bear. Poor baby.

Because the world is weird now, anytime my wife calls me at work instead of texting, she leads with “Not an emergency” just because calling about anything at all has become so rare.

“Anti-Vegan Protester”. What. The. Fuck? How insecure do you have to be to actively protest veganism?