

Anthony Sistilli.


Anthony Sistilli.


Oof. Yeah, that sucks. If it’s any consolation, I can’t grow a decent looking beard to save my life. The front of my chin basically grows nothing, but my neck grows in thick, bushy curls. I look like a caricature of a basement-dweller. So I also need to stay fairly clean-shaven. But yeah, I guess that’s easier for me than I realized.


It’s kinda not really that hard. You can just feel where you still need to shave. I guess I’m biased, though, because I’m a redhead, so unless I’ve let it go a REALLY long time, my hairs are basically invisible anyway. (It doesn’t help that my eyes are terrible.) Even with a mirror, I need to feel to tell if they’re actually short enough. So the steam on my skin makes a bigger difference for my shave than having a mirror.


There’s also that pesky black box warning about how it increases the risk of suicidal ideation.
Thanks, I was wondering this. I checked 70 across in the last four Sundays and it wasn’t there.
It’s interesting that when tweets are shared, they almost never include the date. I wonder if that’s basically natural selection? I.e., if the date is on there, people are less inclined to share it once it’s outdated, so the ones that survive as memes are the ones that let people assume the tweet is still current?


I figured that was probably it. At the point I commented I didn’t see your other reply; you may have written it while I was composing mine. I was just trying to help explain the conflict.


Tango was saying that it’s sad that people probably will, in fact, build monuments to trump after he’s gone. You said that makes you happy rather than sad. ddplf was asking if you meant what that sounded like, i.e., that you were happy some people would still be sincerely celebrating trump after his death.


Really thought you were going to say leitmotif.


Oh, nice! Thanks!
I seriously admire this level of commitment to the bit.


oops! Sorry. It’s a recent (well, compared to the original) parody/homage/whatever of the poem:
It was posted on Twitter by “your friend Helen” (@hels) many years back. I assume they were the author but I really don’t know.
Looks like a Stefan to me, though I can’t put my finger on why.
For me, Birkenstocks slip a little bit no matter what. If I don’t wear socks, the rubbing eventually makes me bleed (usually just under the ankle). If I wear socks, that doesn’t happen.
I’m not sure why that happens to me and not to most people. Maybe my skin is too dry? But yeah. When I wore Birkenstocks, it was with socks. These days I just don’t wear sandals.


So, for anyone else who became curious after this exchange:
I tried to look up how many there actually are. It’s hard to give a single number, since there are many different ways to count them, but vaguely speaking it’s in the range of dozens to a few hundred. GPS specifically has had 83 satellites built, of which 31 are currently operational, but most of the others still exist, they’re just parked in a higher orbit for retirement. There’s also GLONASS, BeiDou, Galileo, QZSS, and IRNSS/Navic. QZSS and IRNSS don’t have as many satellites, and the rest are kinda roughly similar in number (e.g. GLONASS has had 146 built and 24 currently operational).
So yeah. Nowhere near hundreds of thousands. Even Starlink, which now comprises more than half of the total satellites of any kind in orbit, has only about 10,000.
I would have transcribed it as “Demnn Fennìrós.” But yeah. Sloppity slop.


Yeah, he definitely seems untethered enough that any kind of threat seems risky to entirely dismiss. I don’t think he’s gonna do anything with the actual military against Canada, though. That’s expensive, and his puppeteers don’t see a big profit in it. He’s kind of already acting as an occupying force within the US, and his hold on power here is tenuous; and war with Canada, who can actually hurt Americans on their home soil, would be even more unpopular than his various overseas entanglements.
Yeah, but I never saw anyone talk on the phone without also fiddling with the cord with their fingers (often, trying to undo those weird half-twist pairs that would form). Or at least not until cordless phones started getting popular.