How did the progression go? Napster, Morpheus, Kazaa, Limewire?

What a thirsty pose, I love it. You are beautiful

You’re gorgeous, please share more!

Lmao, what? How do you get from “accidentally set my timer wrong” to “America dumb”?

Bro, same. All bottom row, for sure, and I do forget about drinks, but everything else I manage through coping habits.

I don’t think TNT is used at all, I’m pretty sure it’s some explosive compound, as you said. However, explosives are still measured in terms of TNT, called Net Explosive Weight (NEW).

For example, one pound of C4 has a NEW of about 1.25 pounds.

My roommates got me a sweet car bed

It would be more efficient if we take care of each other at the same time!

Bro job!
Bro job!
Bro job!

One point one miles, Bob.

Ah yes, the daily ritual of trying not to starve.

Your laziness sounds delicious, though. If you had to give it a fun descriptive name for everyone to use, what would you call it?

That’s great! Maybe I’ll call it an Australian grilled cheese!

Cool, sounds a lot like a grilled cheese overall.

Way back in the day, when all we had was a space heater, my mom would sometimes crank the oven and then leave the door open. Just another space heater, but in the kitchen.

Often, before school, she would put a few slices of cheese on bread and then put them on a cookie sheet under the broiler (overhead heating element in an oven, in case that’s not immediately clear). The cheese melts, the top of the bread toasts, and the underside steams a little bit.

You can eat them in slices, fold them over, or put two melty cheese bread slices together to make a sandwich, which was my favorite. It was one of the only things I knew how to cook for a long while, and I have fond memories of it.

Problem is that I never really knew what to call it. Mom called it cheese bread, but I never really thought that fit. Given my penchant for making sandwiches out of them, I eventually started calling them baked cheese sandwiches. I was hoping maybe cheese toasty would be the thing, but the search continues.

What is a cheese toasty?

Where did you learn that? Is that a real thing people are taught?

Wait, which country’s?

First

I don’t know that I would get something metal. Maybe I’m just paranoid, but I like the thought of being able to cut the ring off easily. Without sparks.

Thank you. Now, insofar as it concerns apostrophes (he said pedantically), couldn’t it be argued that the tools we have at our immediate disposal for making ourselves understood through text are simply inadequate to express the depth of a thought? And wouldn’t it therefore be more appropriate to condemn the lack of tools rather than the person using them creatively, despite their simplicity? At what point do we cast off the blinders and leave the guardrails behind? Or shall we always bow our heads to the wicked chroniclers who have made unwitting fools of us all; and for what? Evolving our language? Our birthright?

No, I say! We have surged free of the feeble chains of the Oxfords and Websters of the world, and no guardrail can contain us! Let go your clutching minds of the anchors of tradition and spread your wings! Fly, I say! Fly and conformn’t!

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I relinquish the pedant stick.

I have no idea why, but my middle school served triangle/cardboard pizza (Tony’s, maybe?) and French fries as a meal combo every damn day. My little 12 year old mind couldn’t comprehend why they would just let us eat two of the best foods every day for lunch, but I loved it.

Now, I doubt this would taste the same, but it’s definitely a good combination.

You’re equating reading to writing, which are distinct enough skill sets that they deserve separate conversations. I think this is less a matter of willpower and more about actual capability.