I do this with my own stuff. I dug out a few hard drives that were gibberish because they were in a RAID array at one point. I put them all in a Linux machine and eventually found the right command to make them work. I definitely muttered, “I’m in…”

What a nostalgia hit. Loved that show.

There’s something wrong with my eyes or my brain because I legitimately read it as Chucktingle at first. Glad I’m not the only one to make the connection.

Great rollercoaster of being positive this is satire, then doubting myself and being sure it’s legitimate, then back to sure it was satire.

Fantastic job.

These artifacts from Santa Elina are roughly 27,000 years old — more than 10,000 years before scientists once thought that humans arrived in the Americas.

Very cool.

This whole thing has me thinking about the gun control episode of Bojack a lot.

The moment rich white guys felt threatened (by women in that case) guns were completely outlawed, and I think this is the closest we’ll ever get to that in real life. If a few more CEOs are knocked off I could see it being discussed. If 10 or 20 more are killed I think we would actually see severe restrictions put in place.

I do this, but be warned some companies use Amazon for fulfillment. I have ordered directly from manufacturer websites and still ended up with an Amazon package at my door. I just make a note to find a different brand if I ever need that thing again.

I thought the exact same thing until I remembered Reddit has a similar community. I literally grimaced when I saw them.

$12? I’m glad I was already lying down when I read that. It was only $2 (total) per load when I was in college 15 years ago, and I was already trying to min-max it then. I’d go back to hand washing and line drying if I saw that.

Same here. And I only separate by weight to help my dryer out. Now my normal clothes are done a half hour sooner and my jeans don’t come out damp.

The ‘sweet’ part is what made me hate it so much. But I do agree hog confinements are worse.

Strangely I first read this poem in Lemony Snicket’s: A Series of Unfortunate Events.

Are there multiple endings?

It’s entirely possible I misinterpreted, though.

Exact opposite from my grandparents. They keep it at least 27 in the winter. It makes it very unappealing to visit, and I have to take frequent breaks outside in the snow.

I assumed that was all old people, since my spouse’s grandparents are the same. Now I’m hoping they’re the exception and most older people aren’t living like lizards in terrariums.

Gotta keep those superconductors running.

I was thinking the exact same. I feel wasteful in the summer for keeping it at 23 (73 F). I don’t think I could survive 26 in the winter. Maybe if I had never left Florida, but I doubt it.

“Marihuana” sounds like how Hank Hill would pronounce it.

I’m now imagining an ominous Vine boom everytime the shooter interacted with someone that day.

Doin’ that JavaScript math