Edit: I misread the comment I replied to as “But did you write that comment?” but it appears they said “How did you write that comment?”

I leave you with this, my final gift:

Unless something else happened, it has to do with the sign stealing scandal

Honestly, all the childhood trauma has given me an incredible sense of humor. Practice makes perfect!

100%

The administrative state may not give a shirt about you or the crimes that have been committed against you, but they care about your capacity to make life challenging for them. Police won’t investigate, but they will take a report. A report is a legal document. It implies the threat of real consequences if they don’t get their ship together.

I just got done reading the original post.

I don’t know if this is the right advice, or if this advice will help anyone, but if you have the delivery driver on camera mis-delivering the product, then stealing the product, I would have first contacted the delivery service/Best Buy with a photo of the front of your house with the house numbers clearly visible to say that the product was not delivered to your home. Full stop. The package was not delivered correctly. If BB/DD insist on that the package was delivered to me, I’d file a police report. Police report in hand, I’d respond to BB/DD with the police report and video of the incident and request to either be refunded or to receive the product you paid for.

Basically, give them as little wiggle room as possible before you invoke professionals into the mix who can advocate for you.

I have nothing of value to add, but this is slightly amusing. I promise I’m not all 51 of your votes for this comment.

SECRETARY OF DEFENSE PETE HEGSETH: Well, Mr. President, when you talk to the people who built the bombs, understand what those bombs can do and deliver those bombs, they landed precisely where they were supposed to, so it was a flawless mission, right down where we knew they needed to enter.
And given the 30,000 pounds of explosives and capability of those munitions, it was devastation underneath Fordow. And the amount of munitions? Six per location.
Any assessment that tells you it was something otherwise is speculating with other motives.
And we know that because when you actually look at the report– by the way It was a top-secret report. It was preliminary. It was low confidence, all right?
So this is a you make assessments based on what you know they don’t.
PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP: And they said it could be very devastating, very serious.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE PETE HEGSETH: Moderate to severe, and we believe far more likely severe and obliterated. So this is a political motive here.

Each GBU-57 weighs 30k lbs (13,600kg), and contains around 5k lbs (2,270kg) of explosives.

So first, I’m really annoyed they dropped 6 bombs, because while I wholeheartedly believe that Hegseth thinks each bomb has 30k worth of explosives, I’m sure that if I make that assertion, someone will “well, ackschually” me that 5x6=30 and say he’s technically correct.

But second, his lie is fucking stupid. So they saw a report that said the strikes were ineffective and they knew exactly what was being referenced when the reporter brought it up, but they’re saying the report is ‘wrong and low confidence’ because it disagrees with how they think things should have happened.
You’d think a man that drinks like that has played cards. Does he only play poker with people that let him win? Has he never bluffed before? No guile, no finesse. Just vacant stupidity.
I wonder what the WH doc has them on this time around.

Sometimes. 😇

Not quite yesterday, but yeah.

Yes!
My wife and I order breakfast once a week from this local place. They’ve undergone some changes and transitions over the years and in their current phase they partnered with another business (a coffee shop) where they use they kitchen space that came with the building and the coffee shop plays to their strengths.

We can’t make as much small talk as we used to with the owners of the restaurant when we go to pick up our food (ordered online 99% of the time), but there’s always a sense of connection in being recognized by the restaurant staff, who will pop out of the kitchen to hand me my order if the baristas are busy, or when the baristas see me and just grab my food from the order window and call my name before I’m halfway through the crowd of customers. I’m a big fish in a very small pond!

Not the 80’s, but the early-mid 90’s were rife with evidence of the U.S.’s decline.

Rodney King beatings, the highway of death in Iraq, the rise to prominence of Fox News, the mass destruction of the ‘93 floods, all those communities destroyed by the shift to zero tolerance policies, and the deevoludtion of national political debate into contentious identity politics by 24-hour news channels.

In the 80’s you had Bhopal and 3-mile island, too. And the savings and loan crisis, I think.

Fanum Tax gave me a chuckle – since the inception of my relationship nearly a decade ago, I’ve ‘stolen’ food, required kisses, or beckoned my now-wife over so I could touch her inappropriately whenever I’ve had to do something I didn’t want to do (regardless of whether the activity was for her, our relationship/household/whatever). To explain myself, I say “Tax!” and it’s become understood that it’s, well, not so much a tit-for-tat exchange, as it is a morale booster or a cheeky way of flirting with her.
It’s a cornerstone of our silly relationship dynamic. I’m glad the kids are catching up to my rizz.

I think the joke is that in the 6+ hours between messages, the ‘relationship’ fell through.
But I do recognize it’s a common trope for the other person to not view you as their person.

But I don’t know. I don’t know what the kids mean by anything these days.

80% of U.S. states have made marijuana decriminalized or legal for medical or recreational use. As far as I know, many of these states require some form of registry or documentation when legally purchasing marijuana.

Marijuana isn’t federally legal. If the federal government got its hands on state buyer registries, they basically have a cheat code to subjugate vast swaths of the population under threat of legal action.

I hope that states will take the necessary actions to protect their citizens.

I’m genuinely confused. Do furries who style themselves after dragons, lizards, and snakes not refer to themselves as scalies?

Did I get taken by a meme like a decade ago and just decided that was canon?

First consensual experience. My usage of the word molested earlier downplays things a bit – we had full penetrative sex, but I was 6 years old. It’s something that occurred dozens of times. It’s not the only time I was sexually abused as a kid by someone older, but it’s the one I’ll mention.
Not very much later than that very first experience, I had a rather thorough introduction to pornography. My parents split up, my mom moved far away, taking us with her. After she kicked her drug habit, she became a workaholic and put in 80-hour workweeks. Another kid at our apartment complex had a “cool mom” who figured that her preteen was going to get his hands on porn, so she had some available that I guess was okay by her. He then showed it to everyone - including my then 8-or 9-year-old self.

Honestly - I think I did alright in this first consensual encounter. We had several multi-hour long trysts, usually one to two a weekend for at least a month (probably more like 2 months) until she moved in/we got caught. I don’t know if I knew what I was doing, skill wise, but she did, and I’m able to have multiple orgasms/erections, so like if one pops off (and they did with way less control back then), it wasn’t a mood killer. Plus, I think I lead off that initial encounter by trying to eat her out. I’m sure we talked and found stuff that worked for her. But maybe not? I don’t know. She kept coming back and wanted more. I assumed that was satisfaction - although it could have been whatever her emotional damage was.

A lot of it for both of us may have been the completely open embrace of each other without any kind of guile or awareness that we were, you know, being gigantic emotionally destructive idiots. As well as being fairly risky on contraception. Woof. Rhythm method most of the time. I’m sure she grew up to be a lovely person, but man, what a mess we could have made of our lives.

No, you’re good. I think I was reading too much into your comment/crotchity first thing in the morning.

It was weird times. I mean, great. But weird and great to my half-cooked, traumatized, and hormone-addled teenage brain.

She was my sister’s best friend at the time and, well, physically she was like the girl who’d molested me as a child, which definitely had (and still has) an impact on my physical preferences.
I don’t exactly know what her deal was, but I think it was that any male attention just short-circuited her. I recall her telling me she loved me after a few weekends of sneaking around, and after about a month, spinning a yarn as pretext to try to move in with us.

It’s probably a good thing we got caught a day or so after she moved in. Stupid football game. It pushed some TV show back, and my mom/sisters stayed up late to watch it. My sister (her best friend) came downstairs to check in on her and caught us in bed.

As for the how - I don’t know. I was an awkward gangly teenager, and she was honestly a pretty attractive girl. She had some self-confidence issues, I think.
It was like the first day she’d come over for a sleepover. I had never met her - my sister befriended her when we were in foster care, so this was not unusual - and I was instantly into her. I have no idea if she picked up on that or not. We were watching movies (me, 2 of my sisters, and her). The couches were occupied, and so I had a pallet on the floor. So did she. Our feet were under the big couch, hidden by the little skirt that all couches had back then, heads pointing toward the TV. I thought I felt her foot touch mine (but it was probably wishful thinking). I edged my foot over, discovering the distance between us was way too far for her to have accidentally touched me, and sort of bonked her foot with mine while awkwardly exploring. I pulled back just slightly and she immediately pressed her foot against mine. Footsie lead some sneaky suggestive glances, then surreptitiously bridging our blankets together and doing our best to conceal our roving hands. At one point during a bathroom break everyone had left the room, she told me her intentions, and I was very okay with them. We made a plan - I was going to go to bed, and she was going to find me after everyone was asleep. (She was sleeping in a guest room that was conveniently located - my bedroom was in the basement.) And that was that.

She used to page me with “143” (code for I love you - which I don’t think either of us could know what that actually meant) and I used to page her back with same. We were so dumb and teenager-y. It was fun, but unhealthy. I didn’t get enough positive attention, and this sort of reinforced a belief that I could only be of service to someone sexually. If I wasn’t serving someone sexually, I wasn’t of value emotionally - another formative belief that was maybe not the best and is still hard to shake.

I’m not sure how to respond here. Obviously it’s a reference to the leg lamp. That was never in question.

I was responding to the alt text of the image that called it a furry rendition, saying it was a probably better akin to a scaly rendition.

Editing this to be less confrontational: It’s not really important to establish exactly what fantasy creating the lamp depicts. It’s stylized, either way, so we’re not going to be able to say it’s one thing or the other. It’s got four toes like cats, non-retractable claws like t-rex’s, and an implied rear claw, similar to a t-rex first toe.

That is fishnet tights — I meant that t-rex’s are scaly in general.