Sounds like it's anti-disability along with anti-obesity to me. Nice idea, bad execution in that regards.

Where I live isn't a problem... it's my job. Make a workplace that doesn't encourage a sedentary lifestyle and I'll be in much better shape than having a exercise friendly home. I'm thinking of buying an exercise ball for my desk and giving that a try like some of my coworkers.

Good point. I couldn't really argue with places that have legitimate needs to block photography doing so. And it might not be a wasted effort... sometimes a little roadblock can stop a lot of people, hence why security by obscurity can work. (it's not -good- security, but it can still stop people)

Next time I fly I'm going to look for flights that make connections in Denver. I need to see this horse statue in person.

Wound up doing something like this last night with a medical pad... thing... whatever I could find in the first aid "kit" and some medical tape. There was no way a bandaid was going to stop the bleeding. I'm going to put together my own first aid kit now so I don't have to root through someone else's and make do. …

I think I'm at stage two. I skipped stage one mostly. A lot of the recipes I make are from memory after looking at a recipe once and then approximating measurements based on what I know. I think I was able to make that jump so quickly because I learned to cook from a stage four friend who doesn't bother measuring…

First was from one of the evil articles, that claiming a disability can do wonders. I do have a real disability and I got bumped to the front of the security line, one of the TSA agents took care of my stuff so I didn't lose anything while it was getting scanned, I had an escort between gates, I got priority…

Reading this was like a punch in the stomach. When I was a senior in college I started taking Yaz to stop the formation of any more ovarian cysts. A month later I had my first seizure. Turns out the hormones triggered a dormant genetic disorder that's resulted in what will be a life-long movement disorder that…

A little bit off-topic, but this seems as good a place as any. A couple weeks ago I had to make an emergency flight down south for my grandma's funeral. It was very sudden, very unexpected, and I struggle with flying because of a disability I have. I've been reading all the Lifehacker posts about flying and the…

This makes me think of one happy day as an IT intern at an oil refinery where they took us all out to the fire training yard. I've never been so close to such big fires in my life and the fireman holding the torch looked so happy as he lit each scenario on fire. One of the fires he started swirled, so that it looked…

I haven't felt stressed at work in a long time. It's not because I have some amazing dream job that I love more than life itself, but because I start to feel a physical reaction to stress almost instantly and have to step back, take a breather, and calm down. Not allowing yourself to become stressed is much easier…

Noise isolating headphones. I always have mine on me.

I know it'd probably be too fragile to be practical and the lights would probably give me a headache... but I still want. Want so much. Personally, though, I think lacing the wires through the eyelashes is a silly idea. That'd be really irritating, like having a piece of fluff stuck in your eyelashes all the time. …

I still can't figure out how they get teachers at all when they have to go through so much schooling and get paid so low. I spend my day in a nice cushy office job while my roommate teaches kids with severe mental damage (often from abuse). She arranges her schedule so that she can have time to be alone and cry…

Uh, yeah, every ROM I've got on my pad right now is one I owned back in the day and can't play anymore because my SNES is busted and only plays games in black and white. But hey, I can just buy a new SNES, right? ...right?

That was a very fascinating thing to read, thank you.

When I was a little girl, my dad played very rough with my brother and I. He called it 'toughie tests' because both of us were being bullied in school and he didn't want us to grow up as targets. So we rough-housed every night for a little while with the intent being to teach us how to suck up being hit. I remember…

Thanks for the warning on the video. I watched it anyway. I have a seizure-like movement disorder and I could feel my muscles in the arms and shoulders start to tighten up in preparation for an episode. If I came across this in a mall - which is already difficult for me due to the noise - I'd probably have trouble…

I can't even drink Coke and I want those.

You're made uncomfortable because someone near you looks uncool? That's some pretty bad insecurity there. Personally, I could care less if someone pulled out an ecig near me. It's not harming me in any way - why should I care?