And honestly, you can make a lot of really good bread quite quickly. Leaving out proofing for a bit, it’s less than watching an episode of a show. Bread it also easy enough that you can totally watch a show while making it, and not worry about chopping off your fingers lol

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Yeah, that tracks

He forgot to mention that after Home Depot, he stopped by Timmies on the way to his rec hockey game

I totally get that, but what I don’t understand is why Progressive was so reasonable compared to literally everyone else for literally identical coverage. It’s like for whatever reason they were the only ones who didn’t care I was in that <25 age bracket.

I’ve noticed that some insurers give insane “fuck you” quotes for no reason. I had Progressive under my parents since I started driving, and when I got my own insurance, it was around $500/6 months through them. I wanted to get other quotes from some other insurers and the rates were absolutely insane by comparison. Like, $500-800 PER MONTH. I have no idea why they were so much more. I know there are loyalty discounts and such, but I don’t think they’re going to be ~85%.

I can’t imagine that people will keep shoveling money in for another ten years

See, that’s what I thought after the first hundred million with basically nothing to show other than being able to walk around your spaceship. Yet here we are.

One pedal braking makes this a bit tricky for people who are not used to it and/or panicking. You spend decades of your life having a seperate “go” and “stop” pedal, and then suddenly they’re the same one. You have your foot over the accelerator, lift a bit and feel the deceleration as if you’re pressing the brake.

Suddenly, something darts behind you, and your brain says “I’m feeling deceleration, so your foot is on the pedal that stops things” and you slam on it like you would the brake pedal. I’ve done it with the clutch/brake after hopping back and forth between a manual and automatic a few dozen times after a very long day of vehicle testing. Muscle memory is a powerful thing and your brain’s mental model of the world is not always correct.

Good thing Teslas are known to not leak at all

Absolutely. If I drink something returnable, I’m holding onto it for dear life. I’ll be damned if I’m giving them to my company

Fortunately, my state of Michigan has a seperate program for bottles and cans, and I make damn sure those never go to landfill. Something like 97% of those are recycled here. The only other “recyclable” waste we really had would have been plastics, so like you said there was really no reason. I had a seperate bin for non-returnable glass/steel/aluminum that I’d bring over to a community recycling center every once in a while, so it’s not like I was throwing everything out. I still tried my best, but it just really made no sense to pay that much per month for a bin that we’d manage to fill maybe twice a year.

I put in far, far more effort than most to minimize my waste, but there’s always a point where it’s just not worth it unfortunately.

Do poorer people have to just not have their bins collected? Or make a choice about whether things get recycled?!

Yup. As always, it’s very expensive to be poor, and you wind up having to haul stuff to the dump yourself, taking the time, fuel, etc to do it.

I didn’t pay for recycling with Waste Management, because I knew that 95% of it would go to landfill anyway, so why bother? It’s literally just a way for people to greenwash their disposable lifestyle and WM profits off it.

If you take it to a refuse & recycling centre yourself (I assume those exist with public access), do you have to pay for that too?!

Yes. Even in my town, there’s still an additional fee for taking certain things to the disposal/recycling center. It’s only a couple of dollars, but it’s also mostly for stuff that’s hazmat.

It can also be included as part of your taxes as well. I used to live literally 1 street over from where the official city limits were (a whole 1 mile from downtown), and while the city provided trash/recycling services within that boundary, anyone outside had to pay like $30/mo for a private service that only did trash pickup, and had to pay another $12/mo for recycling.

In my new town, we’re on the very outskirts of the city, but it’s all provided by the city as part of our property taxes. We get recycling, trash, and compost services. Best part is you even get 1m³ compost and mulch from the city from the compost service. We grew an absolutely insane amount of vegetables from it last year, it was really awesome.

“It’s about sending a message”

It’s not instant, but I definitely get very sleepy after orgasm a lot of the time. Like, out within 1-2min max. But I can also fall asleep basically anywhere at any time if I want to. I think it’s just a family trait, because both of my parents can do it, and I’ve been checked for apnea, narcolepsy, etc. Some people can just fall asleep quickly

Aroooo

8 hours? Look at Mr. Iron Gut over here.

Coming from out west, Menards was absolutely next level for doing house projects.

I’ve got a buddy whose father is a handyman/electrician in Germany, and comes over to the US fairly regularly. He was astonished at how helpful hardware store employees (specifically Menards) are here, and his jaw almost dropped when they actually went with us to try and find an item.

You know that you can use drills and saws more than once, and for more than one kind of thing, right? I’ve used the same drill for plumbing, electrical, woodworking, and probably 100 other projects at this point. A basic mechanics set and a basic combo kit of power tools from any hardware store will allow you to do 90% of projects around your house, and will take up about as much space as a medium moving box.

I’d believe it. One time at a concert we all did acid and molly. At a certain point I needed to go down the stairs to another level, but as I attempted to go down, there was an usher telling me I couldn’t go downstairs. So I said “Oh, sorry, my bad” and walked away. A few minutes later, my friends come find me and walk me down that same staircase, and the usher said nothing, which I thought was odd.

It was later after sobering up that my friends told me that what actually happened was I had walked right up to the usher, stared intensely at them for a solid minute, before saying “Oh, sorry, my bad” and walking off.

Another time, I had a buddy get incredibly high and was trying to run to the police station up the street because we were “mind controlling him”, and then later that evening after calming him down, was watching porn and having conversations with the actors as if they were speaking directly to him. Not even masturbating, mind you, just watching porn to converse with them.

Drugs are a hell of a drug.