An electric kitchen scale is such a game-changer. If you convert ingredient volume into weight and something ends up being a fraction of a gram, especially when reducing a recipe, no big deal.

Those adults might still be children.

It’s not perfect, but having thin pillows that are a bit worn/broken-in can make then less likely to spring back into their flat shape. The way you place them can also help… for example, rolling downward toward the mattress instead of up, rolling the bottom one and placing the top one across it to hold the roll in place, or placing two half-rolled pillows in a, uh, “69” orientation so the pillows keep each other’s roll in place with friction. Depending on how you sleep you also might be able to train yourself to shift position/roll over without lifting your head, but that’s more of a challenge.

Two thin pillows stacked and oriented vertically. Thinness is key because they’re easy to fold or roll to “make” pillows of various shapes and thicknesses, to support whatever position I feel like lying in.

QUIT HAVING FUN ^{playing Start Menu.}

game-key carbs

It’s polite to knock first.

Sure, but you can do that for free.

I didn’t spell out the connection entirely, because I thought these key phrases would be enough to communicate it:

my partner was like “No, you will not.”

This wasn’t a statement of fact on their part, it was about forbidding me to say the thing.

But the point wasn’t the waitress (…) It was about my partner who, for about five seconds, probably wanted to die.

There’s the crux if it. Whether the waitress reacted by thinking I was a grown adult acting silly or was actually that ignorant, I felt no embarrassment of my own, but I knew it would reflect negatively on my partner. Think about their wounded pride of having to be seen with/connected to me, having “chosen” me. Because, honestly, my intent was to embarrass my partner by association, and I feel I probably surpassed it and achieved “mortify” status. (A stronger form of embarrassment.)

Overall, a type of benign violation, which the Lemmy hivemind, well-meaning as it may be, simply can’t fathom.

Btw, your German filmmaker story was funny and cool, but as you said, your intent was different.

If physics is this strict, the flesh of your enemies is going to pass unharmed through your fangs as well, and that would be sad.

Let me go wild…

Probably transform into the kind of tiger nobody could see.

I’d probably transform into an invisible tiger.

Yeah, the responses you’re getting are pretty peak Lemmy. People who lack imagination and sense of humor, just ready to assume the worst.

Since I, too, am not in a joyless relationship, you can have this one that has worked for me: mispronounce really obvious things when you’re together in public where others can hear you. For example, once while perusing the cocktail menu at a bar I noticed a drink on the menu called “The FDR.” Now, I know how that’s pronounced, but I decided that when the waitress came back I would see if I could remain completely straight-faced while ordering “the fidder.” I announced my intention and my partner was like “No, you will not.”

So, of course, I had to.

I pulled it off. The waitress corrected me, and I acted like I had just learned something. But the point wasn’t the waitress (who probably went back to the bar with the best story to tell about the dumbass at that table over there). It was about my partner who, for about five seconds, probably wanted to die.

10/10 comedy, would recommend, would do this kind of thing again (and have).

b&

“bampersand”

From the band Grandaddy (across about 15 years of releases):

Jed the Humanoid Robot

Jed’s Other Poem

Jeddy 3’s poem

Jed the 4th

Have you looked at the signup page for your Lemmy instance lately?

Just to defend your metaphor, email providers also sometimes defederate from specific others, due to spam/abuse.

Epoch comment, yo.

I see! I just assumed that’s what you meant.