THEN YOU ARE LOST, ANAKIN!
myrrh
...she's an episcopalian bishop who led trump's inaugural service, asking that he accept god's humility and share his mercy with marginalised people who fear him, specifically naming genderqueer, immigrant, and refugee populations...
TIL!
…i also had no idea aluminised tetrapacks were recyclable; always figured composite materials were dead-end landfill fodder…
(the changeover wasn't entirely in the sixties, though: as a kid, we used to peel cartons open and scrape off the wax for craft projects clear into the early eighties, never realised the packaging had changed prior to the advent of plastic screw-tops)
...typically they're coated with food-grade wax...
...this is its best use case: something very specific but with waaaay too niche to justify its production cost, like an image for one scene of one session of one group of four players...
...if you have the economy of scale for publication, real art by real artists is often (but not always) definitively stronger...
...then f*cking impeach, you whiny little bitch...
...when i turned thirty, i was a grownup, and people started treating me like one: grownups are f*cking old and their lives are over...
...we've all violated national security oaths and SCIF protocol?..yeah, no...
...this is just staging plausible deniability for the russian asset...
...nothing wrong with dying; when you die it's not your problem anymore...
...problems are for the folks left behind...
...depending upon the week, somewhere between ⅔ and ⅘ of my workflow can be in outlook...
...our IT policy required a shift to new outlook last year and it devastated my productivity: i struggled against its user-hostile interface for a couple of weeks and eventually just stayed home so i could get work done, despite our back-to-office mandate...in short order i was given an administrator account and i'm back on old outlook again...
...sleeve of saltines and a block of grated cheddar were my go-to lunch as a kid; no regrets...
(these days i'm more into triscuits and cheddar slices, the pricey aged cheeses rather than big orange store-brand bricks)