I didn’t finish my PhD, but not gonna lie, while in grad school I bought a t-shirt that says “GRAD SCHOOL: It seemed better than getting a real job”...
I didn’t finish my PhD, but not gonna lie, while in grad school I bought a t-shirt that says “GRAD SCHOOL: It seemed better than getting a real job”...
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I see no BBQ Recipe Beef either, which, while the meat is meh, the BBQ sauce is IMO not bad. For better or worse, that’s the flavor that gets a place in my freezer as “emergency backup work lunch option”.
You don’t write down your ten or so ideas and then try to write your way through it because if your great idea is in the movie you get a bonus. You look at how to write a good story and make it into a coherent script.
Dang it, I coulda gone with the Ford Flex as ‘inspiration’ for my son’s Pinewood Derby car when he first gave me a drawing that was a rectangle with section out out the front (I was thinking with the proportions of the block and his proposed design, it’d be schoolbus, but he didn’t want that).
Yeah, I hear you. I work in a small office (small company, but owns its own buildings - they’re just not super large), and we dunno HOW the breakroom is wired. Apparently they already had an electrician out to change which circuit one of the plugs we use for the 2 microwaves is on, and it still isn’t enough all the…
And one last thing: There is no such thing as the St. Louis style bagel. This was a publicity stunt perpetuated by St. Louis-based Panera Bread (known within the 314 area code as the St. Louis Bread Company).
I dunno, I wonder if individual mini-fridges would help cut down on the “office lunch thief” thing, since said fridges would be under more observation by their owners...
Yeah, I keep mine in a plastic tub with a snap-on lid on a side table next to my desk. (And usually have other stuff on top of the lid, cuz I’m just messy with papers and stuff like that.)
I mean, compared to what we usually read about for his Moab projects, this was an unqualified success, although yes long, arduous, and exhausting.
I had a boss who, at least on her previous cars, in like city/(sub)urban driving, would shift down from D to 2 to 1 in her automatic transmission car to slow down for say a stop sign or whatever. She told me this, and I was like “...are you crazy?” I should’ve mentioned the “brake pads are cheaper than transmissions”…
Sounds like roughly the same method as the instructor I had, although his also included specific spots like center of your headrest lined up with something on the back seat or out the rear window to use for setting your angles - he swore by this system as lining you up right every time, and keeping it simpler in that…
Also obligatory:
That’s kinda fun, to see which categories one contestant likes that some other one is keen to get back off of, and the categories that all contestants are avoiding like the plague... (and now I’m picturing “The Plague” as the last category in a round...)
Not my parents, but my wife’s grandmother and then uncle had a ‘70(?) Chevelle SS. Grandma Joy had it from new, then it was sold when she died, and my wife’s uncle set out on a quest to find it and bring it back into the family:
So I live in an apartment complex. Any more when I try shoveling I break out in a heavy sweat and feel like junk and seriously wonder if I’m edging close to a heart attack (almost 40, badly out of shape, family history of heart problems, wouldn’t be surprised if one happens), so I need something that can move plenty…
So I live in an apartment complex. Any more when I try shoveling I break out in a heavy sweat and feel like junk and…
Could be, I wasn’t clear, it looked like the whole wheel was coming off the ground briefly (or damn close) each time it bounced...
Not quite a death wobble, and I unfortunately don’t recall what the vehicle was (other than “a red one”), but my wife happened to be driving us on the highway, and I was watching the traffic entering the highway from a rest stop, and I swear the back driver’s side wheel of this car was bouncing up and down waaaaay…