Isn’t Artemis a guy? Edit: Nevermind, I was thinking of Apollo

The clock strikes five

I start to laugh

I’m taking a shit

On time and a half

The postwar attitude towards food was somewhat different than ours today. Back then, processed food was seen as a technological marvel, a symbol of man’s mastery over nature. Fortified bread meant your kids could get their essential nutrients. Any kind of vegetable could be found in a can - no more reliance on whatever was in season. Everything a housewife could need was pre-packaged, condensed, powdered, canned, or frozen. Processed food was advertised as tastier, healthier, and easier to prepare. Food companies would publish recipes like this, which were basically just “toss a can of this and a can of that together for an easy meal!”

Everyone has to slow down so they can point and laugh.

There’s also Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. Can’t philosophize if you’re freezing to death.

If my body doesn’t like having so much sugar in it then why does it fucking crave it all the time

Some laptops come with that built in, or you could use some scotch tape and a little square of paper for free

It’s actually pretty easy thanks to the Dutch American Friendship Treaty

I came to a bit of a realization some time ago. Every time you think of some possible new government function, or legislation, or resolution to an issue, you cynically think of every way it could be abused, right? You’re confident that greedy, self-aggrandizing politicians or businessmen will use it to further their own power and wealth. The concept that someone will act in good faith is absent. It’s infantile, it’s naive. The world is cruel.

I think this represents a fundamental breakdown of the trust in our government. The US has been coasting on good faith for almost 300 years, and the wheels are falling off. It’s a vicious cycle, where if you don’t trust that other people will do the right thing, you’re less likely to do the right thing yourself. I don’t know if this cycle can be ended, or even if it has an end.

I was about to disagree with you, but then I realized that some humans are certainly dumber than a mushroom

Moscow ID is a college town though, and is quite left-leaning because of that and the proximity with Pullman WA, another college town.

People have been living off beer, bread, and vegetables for thousands of years. That’s the real paleo diet, people.

Imagine you got 3 job offers

I’m gonna stop you right there

At my workplace, the response time for text-based messages (eg via Teams) varies wildly. Sometimes I get a response promptly. Sometimes it’s same day, sometimes it’s later that week, and sometimes I don’t get a response at all. So unfortunately the best way to get an answer I need is to just call them. Do I need that information that instant? Not necessarily, but I can’t risk the message being put off/ignored/forgotten for a week or more.

Oh my god feta is amazing, why have I never thought about adding it to pizza

That’s fair, and if you work in an environment where people are responsive to emails, that’s great. Unfortunately I work with a bunch of dinosaurs who would almost prefer a Western Express telegram over an email. I’ve had to physically go to their office and knock on their door to get shit done sometimes.

I’m someone who does this, and let me explain why.

It’s so you don’t have any excuse to ignore me. When I need an answer for something, if I send you an email, you’re going to either lose it in that jungle you call an inbox, or put it aside as “something to get to later” and inevitably forget about it. So I’ll just cut through all that and give you a call directly. If you don’t answer your desk phone, I’ll call your cell phone. I’ll get my answer one way or another, then it’s done. I don’t have to continually pester you with emails or delay things. One and done.

& Knuckles

This building was a fire station, and bunker gear is the protective clothing that firefighters wear. I guess they didn’t want you bringing dirty/smoky clothes into the break room

Ah, that makes a lot of sense.