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The fact that planes are kept in the air by the shape of their wings, which forces air to go over at a pace when it can't push down on the wing as hard as it can push up from underneath. It's like discovering an exploitable glitch in a videogame and every time I fly I worry that the universe will get patched while I'm at 10,000 feet.

At work, yes. They made room for the handicap stall by narrowing the other stall to the point where my shoulders brush the walls. Too f'ing awkward.

I'm not American, so probably not until he escalates his messing with other countries to the bombs and guns stage.

Even when I was still on Reddit, I needed a friend to explain to me that Funko Pops don't do anything - you just have them.

So really I think it's just me.

I'd say it's proper cooking if you're making decisions about what goes into it. Heating up beans and bread? Not cooking. Heating up beans and bread, adding some thyme and black pepper to the beans in the process? Cooking. Very simple cooking, but cooking all the same.

putting leeches on people

We still do that. Leeches are surprisingly useful when treating certain blood clots. If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

I have a thick rope of muscle in my mouth that I can control accurately enough to speak with, swallow with, and dig popcorn fragments out from between my teeth with.

Just one of nature's wacky solutions that applies to more than one problem. I should be grateful it doesn't have thorns on it.

I believe I'll find myself headed for a low dive to meet with the boss and his right-hand men. There's business to be done and it's time to pay the vig.

(It's our weekly D&D session. I'm bringing snacks.)

Birds.

One morning I got up and found an explosion of feathers in the entry. I mentally said goodbye to the owner and decided it must be the smallest cat - because there was no sign of the bird and she eats everything.

Imagine my surprise when I went to put my shoe on and there was something soft and warm under my foot. There was a still-living, apparently unharmed, sparrow hiding in my sneaker. I released it outside and went on my way.

Not the most pleasant experience, but I'm luckier than my mother-in-law who found one of these in her shoe. They bite when they feel threatened - that's how she found it.

In some English-speaking countries that would be the same as saying "Dr Bullshit".

She was a manager who bullied a handful of people out of their jobs. She tried it on me as well, but I was an outside employee on site to do tech support and my manager and company backed me up. Still a horrible time in my life.

The weird thing is, even after her bosses figured out what she was doing to her staff and put her on a short leash with restrictions on what she could do or say, she still kept it up. Maybe it was compulsive behaviour. A little while later she suddenly announced that she was leaving to start a business as a life coach(!) so reading between the lines it was probably a case of quit or be fired.

I bumped into her again and she was working as a kind of HR manager for students at a university. But I also just checked her Linkedin page and it looks like she's doing life coaching again. This is a small industry and word gets around so if there's justice in the universe, she's been black-balled.

That I need a healthier hobby.

I tried a Budweiser once. Once was enough.

Other people's opinions of you are based more on what's in their heads than yours. Don't worry about it. Say what you think.

Before I click that, what is Thoughtscreen.com?

Whose blood?

Whose blood, OP?

What do you think about what are your thoughts on AI?

And the author should be syphilitic and working in a drafty garret, at the very least.

You could, but I wouldn't buy it. I want art that someone sweated, swore and agonised over.

They were WWII novels, so nothing scholarly.