Is "college town" agreed to be a denigration? I'd take it as a fairly complex descriptor that could be good or bad depending on your situation. I loved living in college towns. I'm not desperate to move back to one, but I could easily see myself retiring in one, and if you want a small town with more cultural and sporting options and a better educated populace than its peers, then putting up with some rowdy undergrads and a quirky mix of available businesses could be a perfectly sensible tradeoff.
cultural things that similar-sized other towns don’t have
Exactly. Similar sized. College towns punch above their weight when compared to their population peers, but that only goes so far. I have no doubt Pullman, Washington is cooler and more cosmopolitan than Walla Walla (despite the presence of two very small colleges), but it's no Seattle, for good or for ill, depending on your perspective.
Okay, my ten year old loves these two games and has occasionally mentioned people playing them on emulators. She has no complaints (possibly because she's ten), and TBH when watching her play on the living room tv they look... fine? What is so terrible about the way they run natively? Legitimately curious.
I am a left-leaning suburbanite dog-loving dad who fancies himself a versatile and practical can-do type who prefers function to form, but also has a little disposable income and sometimes thinks jeeps look fun. Subaru marketing execs were damn near salivating.
I'm 45, and I agree with both of you. There seems to be a bimodal thing with lots of folks who are still young enough to think that screaming THE TRUTH(tm) to everyone they encounter will be what fixes the world, but a very large chunk of active posters who actually want to communicate seem to be a bit older. My personal theory is that the API exodus left year gathered in a lot of people who had seen previous social media sites (e.g. Digg) blow themselves up, and that by definition will skew older.
I mean, it's unironically worth a try if you can try it risk-free. The munchies are a real thing, and many people find marijuana helps with nausea, though some find the opposite. Personally, though, smoking made me paranoid (I'm still VERY sure those two guys in Amsterdam were laughing at me, but wife is convinced otherwise), and edibles made me sleepy, not that edibles would be much of an option for you.
All that said, the only real medical advice is to keep getting medical advice. You're clearly not dealing with something normal, so keep an eye on it for your and your family's sake, but if it's not killing you, then maybe you just ride this thing out. I'm of a similar age, and while I don't have anything nearly as dramatic, dealing with the lifestyle changes forced by aging is just sort of our lot in life now.
G2 is less sweet. Hell, that's a whole market segment at this point, so maybe there's something that hits your palate better. Pickle juice is probably still around somewhere too.
For the shakes, maybe look up various protein smoothie recipes if you get sick of Ensure. You can add milk or water to get the protein powder to a consistency you prefer.
Mostly (though not exclusively) Alt-country/Americana, because that's what I always listen to. As long as I've already heard it a few times, I don't typically find lyrics distracting. I'm a Contracting SME for a software company, because it's better hours and fewer crazies than being lawyer.
Yellow mustard on corndogs, Yellow mixed with ketchup to make "orange sauce" for burgers and hot dogs , spicy brown on polish sausage or cold-cut sandwiches.
I'll say this, Europeans know how to make a soup base that can accommodate any number of ingredients. Some of the best soup I've ever had was just from a big vat of pea soup at a university dining hall in Brussels.
Those arrow keys are confusing, but I can see why the first thought was to place them like that
I've seen worse. The Commodore 64 used two arrow keys and Shift. Many 8-bit computers split them onto completely different sides of the keyboard, and nobody agreed on what the layout should be, even if the group was similar. Finally, DEC and then IBM standardized the inverted T, and all was right with the world.
More seriously though, I don't think any sitcom is obliged to be "educational." If most of the audience laughed and didn't find the narrative out of step with the tone of the show or the characterizations to be distractingly broad compared to earlier seasons/episodes, then it was a "good" episode of The Connors.
Now you tell me, do the Connors usually try to do the right thing and learn lessons, or are they kind of a bowdlerized "Shameless" now? I do not plan to watch enough to find out for myself.
Before Center could reply, I’m thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol’ Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He’s the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground. And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done – in mere seconds we’ll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn. Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check? There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground. I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: Ah, Center, much thanks, We’re showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money. For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the HoustonCentervoice, when L.A.came back with: Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one. It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day’s work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast. For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.
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Nah. a 2.5 meter aircraft carrier is not really any more practical today than it was in 1986.