Maybe if they didn’t make you go through their fucking blog to try and find the actual recipe, dodging ads the whole time.

Bon Appetit used to have an incredible recipe site back in the he day, but it slowly became shittified.

I have Julia Childs’ French cookbook set and that is just an amazing resource. I definitely recommend that to anyone who wants to see how shit was done back in the day before everything came in a can or a mix. Plus the French really knew how to make a delicious dish.

I started printing out the Bon Appetit recipes that I liked, when that started going to shit, and even those were difficult to frame in a useable way. But at least with the printouts, I don’t have to search through the slop to find what I want.

Still annoying to look for something knew.

For all you beginners out there, or new to the recipe saving world… TAKE NOTES ON YOUR RECIPES! You WILL forget what you liked/didn’t like, or changes that worked/didn’t work.

So many people at work are having frustrating issues with Windows now.

It takes so fucking long to start up. Sure, you get a desktop and can open a program, but it just keeps locking up repeatedly for a good 20 minutes while whatever bloatware is running in the background during startup.

They cram OneDrive down your throat and it has constant issues.

They put so much shit in your way, in the name of “productivity” it makes your actual productivity worse.

FUCK COPILOT.

The marketers don’t make the decision. They’re underpaid wage slaves just reading script.

By their son, no less. So fucking tragic.

Unless specifically directed by the constitution, states can do whatever the fuck they want, right?

We’re not all hostile, but that one sure is acting like you pissed in his cereal.

I have volunteered for this several times, including on time in DC.

My wife’s best friend was even a main fundraiser for them, at one time.

A. I enjoy it because I felt it was a way to honor someone’s memory and make a connection between them and the world they left behind. Christmas time, in particular, is a challenging time for both those deployed, and for those left at home. So displaying this kind of symbolic gesture at Christmas time is meaningful for a lot of folks. These kinda of things are really for the living, not for the dead. Watching Shadys wife place a wreath with the child he never knew was particularly heart breaking for me.

B. It started out as them trying to do something with scraps from their tree farm and it became so incredibly popular and demand so high, that’s all they do now.

C. Almost all the logistics and people are donated/volunteer. So the cost of each wreath mostly goes to the company. I can’t speak to how much the owners profit, though I do know they give a significant portion of their profits back to the charity and send some money back to the local wreath organizations.

My wife and I were enjoying sexy time and she was on top. My mouth was hideously dry because of a new medication I was on.

I REALLY want a drink, but I don’t want to kill the moment. She and I are both fully in. So I get the idea, “Baby, spit in my mouth.” Not only did it relieve my dry mouth but it threw me over the edge like Thelma and Louise. I did not expect to react that way.

I am a CIS male, so I can empathize some but not really relate to your personal struggle, but I support you and wish you the best. It took courage to do what you did. Change is HARD.

What I can relate to is your response. It is very similar to when I finally told a friend that my wife had cheated on me.

It forced me to confront the situation and do something about it instead of just hiding from the pain and hoping it would go away.

My hands were shaking and I could barely focus, as I was meeting them, knowing I was about to ruin their lunch. (They were really supportive as they had gone through something similar, but I still feel like I ambushed them.)

Therapy has helped me immensely. Helping me untwist this fucked view my brain had created out of self defense.

I don’t know you but I truly wish for you a positive journey of growth toward the you that you were meant to be.

Your point seems very valid to me.

I don’t even want to buy their products anymore because they constantly cancel them and remove any support.

The only ones they continue, seem to be the ones they can use for data collection .i.e. Pixels and Nests. (I shamefully own both).

It is so frustrating as a consumer. Especially when you know that you have become the product for them to sell.

I eat moldy cheese all the time!

But I imagine bleu cheese mold doesn’t have the toxins these other types do.

When I was young, we had family friends with a small peach orchard. So each year would always get a couple of bushels of tree fresh peaches.

The OP is spot on. I’ve never had a peach come close to how amazing they were.

But to your point, there was still a variance among those peaches too. However that was 95% to do with how ripe they were.

It became a game in our family on timing the peaches peak ripeness. You had to balance on how close you wanted it to get against if someone else might eat it first.

I can’t say much because of the NDA’s involved, but my wife’s company is in a project partnership with Google. She works in a very public facing aspect of the project.

When Google first came on board, she was expecting to see quality people who were locked in and knew what they were doing.

Instead she has seen terrible decision making (like “How the fuck do they still exist as company” bad decision making) and an over abundant reliance on using their name to pressure people into giving Google more than they should.

I remember when their motto was “Don’t be evil”. They are the very essence of sociopathic predatory capitalism.

Well,

They all can’t be “Dick-in-a-Box”, I guess.

About a scientific breakthrough in China?

Maybe an AI generated one, lol.

I was thinking of some of the Revolutionary War soldiers, actually and the allies fighting Nazi Germany.

Not really sure where Luigi came from.

Some good things have happened because people sacrificed themselves for the greater good.

Do I wish this wasn’t necessary? Fucking of course.

But history doesn’t repeat itself so much as humans just don’t change.

This is just whitewashing eugenics.

If he said they were trying to create a super race, everyone we would be up in arms.

But when they frame it as trying to cure babies, they get away with a lot more.

There is a reason this is illegal in the US and UK.

Are they just mad because they are able to profit off that capital and don’t want to lose it?

If so, then they are no better than the Swiss taking gold from the Nazis.

I went through the schools, at NAS Pensacola, to be a Rescue Swimmer.

I noticed the lights around the quad, in the main barracks, galley, and school house area, all had little metal F-18’s on top of them.

A few days before I transferred off base to the next school in my pipeline, I climbed one of the poles and took one.

It reminds me of the challenges I faced, being young, and to alway keep a bit of “Damn the Man, save the Empire” in my soul.

I have a bit of sand from Normandy which used to just remind me of the sacrifice that so many have made to fight fascism and aggression. Now it also reminds me to fight that same fascism today.

A photo of me in the color guard, for a parade in a town I wasn’t from, for people I didn’t really know, in a state I had never been. It was a summer of adventure that took me all the way across the US. It reminds to embrace the unknown, be friendly, and sometimes just letting the flow take you can lead to new, wondrous things you never could have expected

My wedding ring. It reminds me that despite the heartbreak, despair, and self loathing that came from that relationship, there were two years of delirious happiness. That not all journeys’ ends are happy or avoidable, that we need to bear through them, no matter how much you want to just end everything. You WILL look back and remember the things you got to do because you stayed, and be glad you did. To trust my gut and have the courage to make the choices my heart doesn’t want to make. It is easier to live with your own mistakes than someone else’s.