Can’t ban morons, needed to ban popcorn instead.

“I’d do anything to become the best musician in the kingdom!” “Would you become a centaur but your ass is another face?” “What the fuck? No!” “You said anything; your wish is granted!”

Having a dog helps too as you have a plausible excuse to leave and a conversation topic.

I feel like that’s the only justification I’ve ever really heard, but I find it to be rather flimsy. It assumes that someone willing to assault someone else would be deterred by a sign. It also assumes that assaults only happen across genders and not within, which is either very narrow-minded or willfully obstinate.

Personally, I would think individual unisex bathrooms that each contain their own sink would be the safest option. You enter fully aware and lock the door behind yourself, only leaving once you are fully aware and alert again. Given that the common area between stalls is essentially public, you could have cameras observing the entrance without invading privacy and capturing anyone attempting to force their way in or tailgate someone entering a stall. Better, safer, gender neutral.

Jazzy Chemistry sounds like the title of a textbook that is attempting to be more attractive to students.

My family had a recipe for brandy slush that used the alcohol to prevent the mix from freezing solid. It was a big hit at summer parties.

Most of my friends who are trans immediately got a nickname because it was easier to go to that instead of their dead name and then you just needed to eventually go from nickname to their new name.

Honestly, I’ve seen this too many times working in IT. The best option was always to set up a computer with a local administrator account, no access to the secure network, and let the entire department have access to it.

Install the camera software(s) on there and only there. Videos are then exported into a common file type and transferred through USB or DVD.

I’ve worked with Police departments that had dozens of different, unique software each with their own proprietary codec. Every time they requested a recording from a business there would be another unsigned .exe to run. Straight garbage.

“Once we’ve finished draining the blood from the neck of the people we ensure their remaining time is as comfortable and wonderful as is possible. That is the purpose of our organization.”

Fantastic! This is one that should be implemented nationwide as a human right. If the press must be free to report, authors must be free to write. The right to read!

The classic scapegoats aren’t there this time. Can’t blame him being the wrong race, wrong economic class, wrong mentally, wrong physically, or wrong sexually. Now people are actually looking at the issue that caused the “crime” and that’s not good to some people.

Some places have restrictions on the size of installed signs. That’s why you see signs slapped on the side of buses, shopping containers, trailers, etc.

I recently used the self checkout in an Aldi and it just… didn’t care. It was fantastic! I left most the items in my cart and just scanned everything with a hand-held scanner then paid and bagged everything at my car.

Then I went to another store and they have plastic bag holders welded in the scale area and it complained that my head was an unexpected item in the bagging area with a top-down camera perspective to prove it.

Weird. I greet mine like Mufasa on the edge of the cliff. “BROTHER!”

I have yet to be thrown to my doom.

At least once. If they’re monogamous it could be as high as three times.

Step 1: Take pictures so that you can look back when you want to. The items are gone, but the memories are not. Step 2: Give them to someone who will appreciate them. Tell them the story so they can truly know what they meant to your family.

I just go by PassMarks rating for CPU and GPU. It may not be the most nuanced rating, but it does give numbers that can be easily compared.

Funny thing, I had already set my preference to “newest first” and the change was respected after they implemented the new setting.

I used to be paranoid and anxious…

But then I got high.

It’s somewhat comforting to know that no matter how far out in the wild you go you eventually find signs of humanity.

The fact those signs are pieces of trash that someone either left or blew in on the wind is depressing.