🤷‍♀️ If you insist.

But you’re wrong. You’re just atrophying your ability to think in exchange for hallucinations. Still, you be you.

You must have been eating rolled or, worse, coarsely ground oats if you got the texture of boogers. If you want a completely different experience that tastes great and has a nicer texture, try cut oats instead. They take longer to cook, but they’re MAGNIFICENT.

This is a problem with vegetarians and vegans in general: they try to pitch “meat substitutes” that are absolutely filthy-tasting with terrible mouthfeel. They show off the absolute worst side of the ingredients instead of selling the ingredients where they’re strong.

There are tofu dishes that shine (like mapo doufu): make those, don’t try to gaslight people into thinking that a tofu burger “tastes just like the real thing”. It doesn’t.

The key to tofu that tastes good, rather than being a carrier for whatever sauce or spices you’re using and nothing else, is freshness.

When I lived in Canada I hated tofu (to my mother’s eternal anger). It was tasteless crap and if I wanted the taste of the sauce or soup or whatever, I’d drink the sauce or soup or whatever without the tofu. Nowadays I get tofu that, if I time it right, is still hot from the process of making it. When it’s like that it has its own flavour that’s actually quite nice. (Which makes sense: it’s made from legumes which, you know, have flavour.)

Oh wow. Wait until I tell you how (proper) sausage is made, what part of the body the casing is generally made of, and what goes through that for animals’ whole lives… 🤣

True. The people left behind are even worse: cryptobros. 😂

AI is just humans but faster and more efficient …

Let me repair this for you:

AI is just humans (on some really stiff drugs) but faster and more efficient (at bullshitting with absolute confidence) …

I’ve never seen AI slop that withstands any inspection of detail. Like clothing detail that makes no sense, or things weirdly merging one into another for no observable reason.

That’s a stupid question anyway.

I can’t fly a plane. I can still tell when a plane has crashed. I can’t play a sousaphone. I can still tell when someone’s played an incorrect note with one. I can’t cook Beijing roast duck. I can tell when one has been burned nonetheless, somehow.

It’s almost as if the question isn’t being asked in good faith.

Almost.

Both. My father had dogs. I had cats. I got along with both; I just think cats are better for city life.

AI doesn’t solve any problems.

It creates new ones. With the self-assured confidence that only a techbrodude billionaire could project.

(This is probably not a coincidence.)

He’s not talking about the touchscreen kiosk things. He’s talking about the drive-through AI order-takers. Which have pretty much been a disaster no matter where you go.

Selling pre-rotted eggs? 🤣

Well thanks! Next time I’m in a position to buy some I will.

Evaporation when covered in clay is slowed by quite a bit, but yeah, 25+ years will still lose you volume.

OK, so they’re consumed directly, not ground up or smashed into paste or something?

I’m not sure that’s a very good measure of fear, though.

If you showed me an average jump-scare-infused “horror” flick of the variety that gets tossed out by the film-making industry every five minutes or so, you’d see my blood pressure and heart rate spike each time, but five minutes after the end I’d likely not even be able to identify that film it was I’d watched.

On the other hand, The Thing (the John Carpenter version) keeps me feeling unsettled each time I think of it (and has the occasional starring role in my rare nightmares). During the movie, though? Maybe a blood pressure increase, and a slight increase in heart rate. But nothing compared to the jump-scare fodder.

Yeah, the day there’s an airliner that has a single pilot is the day I stop flying ever again.

Boiled peanuts are the second best way to make peanuts! (The best way is roasted in red clay.)

Buy a jar and go to town. (Equivalently, though I’ve just made every Brit and Aussie wish my death, go with Marmite.)

You don’t have to worry about wasting it. If you don’t like it, it’s very good wood filler as well. (Indeed for my purposes that’s its prime usage.)