Not globally, but on lemmy. I assumed that’s what you meant.
Not globally, but on lemmy. I assumed that’s what you meant.
Amenorrhea and hyponatremia. I do also like orchidectomy, but I am less comfortable repeating it over and over than the others - it feels like it’ll be taken as a threat
Though admittedly after all
Do chatgpt and the like have a plan for profitability?
Friendlys does! Unfortunately, if I remember correctly, we “cleaned” them by letting them sit in seltzer and then wiping them off before reattaching them. I’m only now realizing that we went to so much effort to do that, but using the same sanitizer as the soft serve machines would have been significantly more effective and easier.
It at least keeps things like black mold or giant bacterial colonies from getting hold, but it’s kind of pointless.
My ex was not noticeably sad about it, but I felt awful for him because of his GERD. He had to stop eating for the day at around 17:00, he couldn’t have caffeine, alcohol, carbonation, anything acidic, capsaicin, or much fat. His mother was from southern Italy and he hadn’t eaten a tomato in more than a decade, and the only fruit he ate was bananas. He was not big on medication, though, so he considered all that to be a good trade off for not taking meds. I can’t imagine making the same choice if a medicine could allow me to have oranges and tomatoes and coffee, but different strokes I guess
Yeah, I try to get on their level without crouching.
My mom was a Montessori teacher, maybe that’s why it happened so much 😂
It always felt like we were going to have a very serious conversation and it felt condescending somehow (I now recognize that, at the time I just felt annoyed). I had unmanaged ADHD and liked to wander off, so perhaps I was having those conversations way more often, but I never liked it.
I hated it when adults would crouch to talk to me, but I don’t know how common that is.
I’m autistic and bad with kids, but this has worked with every one that age I’ve tried it with: ask them what they had for lunch, then what they’re going to have for dinner and then you can branch out to favorite foods and colors and movies and then it should go easily from there
I’d add Agatha Christie to the Sherlock Holmes/James bond subcategory too
You get rid of thatcher. Seems like a good idea
It sounds like she’d either be very good or very bad on a podcast.
I’m from the US and I live in Germany, studying German (nothing to do with English). I once had a professor who was from 12 miles away from me and who went to the elementary school my mother taught at.
I’d say that everyone (except those on north sentinel island) is affected by Abraham or Ur, not just those from abrahamic religions/regions where abrahamic religions are common. Right now there’s significant global tension because of a religious conflict between abrahamic religions (which affects global trade and geopolitics), and going back over the last half millennium, Christianity was a huge driver in colonialism. Basically everywhere has a seven day week with Saturday and/or Sunday as the common free day for limited service institutions (government/banking type places) too.
Huzzah does (as do similar words like hurrah), but it’s hard to find a non-stressed version, except for maybe chutzpah
I’m an American who lives in Germany. The name my parents chose begins with [dʒ], but I haven’t introduced or thought of myself like that in years. My name therefore begins with [j].
It’s really cool that you’re informed about the language that her name stems from, but that’s not the name she uses.
Figure out exactly what undesirable life consequences means to you. Some people dream of a quiet life with pets and hobbies, some would call that a failure.
But no, you can’t avoid all negative life consequences. Even if life is a 1:1 totally predictable processing machine (it’s not), you still can’t control all the inputs
I’ve got a dear friend who’s been struggling with suicidal ideation for years, and there are lots of reasons I don’t want him to, primarily that he’s a force of good in the world. Secondarily, he deserves to know joy and he can’t do that if he kills himself first (then there’s his goddaughter, his writing, getting to watch trump die, coming to visit me in Germany, his work is getting picked up more and more, apple fritters, blueberry picking, going on drives in his beat-to-shit old van, and a hundred other reasons). It’s getting to the age where even my terminally optimistic self starts to think that he deserves peace, but I can’t help thinking that therapeutic attention is the best solution (he was raised too catholic for that, unfortunately). He keeps talking to me and he doesn’t get too annoyed about it, so I’ll keep talking to him until one day, panicked, I can’t reach him, and the world will forever be worse.