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Oof, I hope that was more from driving to vacations rather than commuting

My biggest problem is that all my "2-minute tasks" that I think of, come to me when I can't do anything about them (they typically involve calling some company to follow up about something).

I think regardless of what your job is, if you get to 200 emails a day, no one should realistically expect a response to every single one. It depends on what they are and how important they are, of course. But even if you budget a single minute for each email, that's over three hours of answering messages each day.

Money can't buy happiness? Bullshit. You know what money can buy you? A fucking waverunner. You ever see people frowning while they are on a god damn waverunner? No, you don't.

I can see that formula applying to things like a fear of rejection or stage fright. But my fear of spiders is so knee-jerk that I freeze the minute I see one (or if it's on me I flip out like a ninja and make a total idiot of myself). There's no thinking involved—it's pure, ridiculous instinct. Am I looking at this

Aromatics, such as onion, garlic, or leeks

I wish he'd stashed his fap-kit before taking the picture.

The "Art of Presence" is a huge part of charisma. My dad got to spend some time with Bill Clinton once. Even though they were in a crowded room, and only talked briefly, my dad said Mr. Clinton made him (my dad) feel like he was the most important person in the room.

Costco has coupons as well, which they send out once a month or so. They used to require the coupon to get the applicable coupon, but everyone hated that system, the cashiers used to just keep coupons at the register to scan for members who forgot them at home, customer service was busy issuing partial refunds for

So actually, in the UK, the police (at least the Met) all have iPads in the back of squad cars, so when they get called out to phone robberies, the first thing they get you to do is plug in your Apple ID/Google account to track the phone down.

After I got mugged the first time, I've now got an old HTC One S that's got a broken screen but still boots/I can communicate with over ADB. If someone tries to mug me again, I'm not going to fight this time, just give that over, then wander around the corner to a coffee shop, ping the (seemingly dead) phone on

Wanda's saying "No more Mutants." And the Fox films disappear out of existence.

Ha been awhile...

In a perfect world, all trash bags would be considered equal, but for whatever reason, the cheap bags are always complete junk. They rip apart, the ties don't work, and they're somehow never quite the size they're advertised to be. It's definitely worth the extra buck or two to get trash bags that'll actually contain