I did train our cat to come to a whistle.
I did train our cat to come to a whistle.
The platen glass is a lot thinner than it looks!
You got a literal open mouth “O” and hand over mouth Oh NO from me. Their poor scrotum!
If you could speed the conveyor belt up, that would be greeeeat.
Yeah, we’re the opposite, we have a chest freezer in the garage on top of our kitchen freezer, so basically unlimited.
Same hunk of brown sugar for 10 years. Is there a shelf life? We don’t eat that much sugar…
Not my parents, me. Brown sugar goes in the freezer so it doesn’t dry out and become a piece of granite.
Every American has to try that at least once. Minus the orange subtance, but that one is my personal preference.
Benign fasciculation. It only used to happen after walking, and in my quads and calves. I swam competitively in division III and never happened in my upper body. I never worried about it. For folks that don’t understand the minimal and random nature of the ticks, here’s a good video.
Meat: get a ThermaPen instant read thermometer and cook meats to 120 for rare, 125 for med rare and 135 for medium. Pull the meat off heat 5 d before it hits you desired temp.
I’m 59 and I went gradually in the last 15 years from barely being able to sit cross legged to now I can’t even touch my right toe (chronic groin problem) let alone sit cross legged.
Don’t need the homeless. You can pluck a hair, donate your blood, or even take a plug of your foreskin if you have one, to generate the neural stem cells from iPSC, the cell type they use in this process.
And cloudberries! I want to taste cloudberries!
I already actively avoid the shithole that is YouTube, as in I refuse to follow a link if it’s YouTube and Google another path for what I need. Stopped Reddit, my only social media app last June, and now only on Lemmy a couple, the times per week. 5-10 years ago I used to complain about how bad Google was getting, little did I know how truly useless it would get.
I like to give my corn syrup a little texture with a pancake, but just a tiny bit.
The Screaming Woman when I was 7. About a woman buried alive.
You my dear sir or madam are a GOD for introducing me to that particular day’s panel.
I for one, look forward to interacting with our sentient overlord artists. All hail AI.
Freedom!? That is our sacred word!