We have the freedom to pay more!

Publicly shun people. You’re a rule breaker? You’ve been shunned by society and people who associate with you will be known associates of the shunned.

I’m in Jersey (New), and while we attended Catholic services, we weren’t exactly religious, and nor were my neighbors and the town in general. Perhaps it was regional. I have heard of this, just didn’t experience it. My parents also let a little bit of Satan into their lives sometimes too, as anyone who was in their 20s in the '80s did.

That blows, because we’re similar age, I’m born in '87, and I look back fondly at the freedom I had as a kid. It’s a bit how I intend to model my parenting around, although it’s hard to escape modern times in my mind sometimes. But my kids will wander around the neighborhood alone (in a couple of years, still too young), get dirty, stay out til the sun goes down, that kind of thing, with the caveat of not bothering people and their properties. Probably easier said than done on my part, we shall see.

There was just some assumption that the knowledge was somehow inherent, like the RF from cellphones entered the womb and taught them how to troubleshoot their PC.

You’re probably joking, but yeah, I don’t really hang out with people I don’t trust at this point in my life, I’m 37.

You don’t just pass a phone around? Any long trip, start a queue, add a song, pass clockwise. And if you fuck up the queue and hit play by accident you have to do a shot wherever we end up.

I may have missed it in this article, though I believe I read elsewhere, that she got busted down one rank and that’s it. I know military in general is having retention and recruitment issues, but to me this is more than just a busting down offense. That the senior enlisted on a ship would so nonchalantly disregard OPSEC demonstrates either a clear lack of understanding, or worse, something more nefarious.

We saw a naval officer relieved of command for having the scope backwards on his rifle. This, to me, rises to a much higher level.

It’s the Goldilocks of atars, just right.

Back 15 years ago that was Wednesday night at DaveQuests. If you completed it, he took a Polaroid, put it on the wall. I think there were 60, 70 people, of all shapes and sizes. I knew girls who barely broke 100 who made it through 60m, and guys who were pushing 300 who puked on 60 and so we put an asterisk next to their name.

It got stupid, as things tend to, when hubris came into play, and we thought “why don’t we just keep going?” And so every minute, homer Simpson would chime in to remind us, and we just kept it going through the centennial (which is where I tapped out, personally) and then to the double power hour. There were six of us to make centennial, and three made double, and every single one of us would proceed to vomit and black out entirely. So dumb, but you’re in your early 20s, people living in a house with five other early 20s, so it was the time and place I guess.

For some reason, none of that registered. I’m just used to knowing the format, I guess. I’ll do better next time.

You’re in luck then, debts don’t transfer!!

For real. And nothing against them, but they weren’t exactly in a position to be hoarding possessions. They left me memories and recipes, and that’s good enough.

When I worked at Barnes&Noble as a teen (~2007-2008), my coworker and I would just whip gift cards around at each other. Was a good three months.

Yeah, I get a letter in the mail like once a week because some fucking company lost it accidentally, and their penance is sending apology letters.

So yeah, monitor your credit, I guess. Just sucks when it’s credit karma or the like who lose your info.

Smedley Butler was a great American.

Most important part would be talking about it as often as possible, a la CrossFit or veganism.

I went from agreeing with the headline to fuck this guy real quick. I admittedly had never heard of Nothing, because it’s a stupid name, and so this decision is par for the course it seems. Just add another name to the Chop List.

Sometimes I pronounced Dominos Doe-ME-Noes, to make it sound Italian.

I’ll actually use ShopRite in a pinch. I just know they’re slicing up fresh ingredients there. Anywhere that opens up a container and pulls out meat is a no go for me. But we are spoiled here in the greatest goddamn state on the world, our taxes getting us fresh meats and soft breads with flaky crusts, and a peach iced tea.