I’ve done ziplock bags for cargo short contents before, speeds security checks up a lot.

Someone got really drunk and was in the bathroom willing to take all comers at a work function.

It was a shame, I liked working with them.

Man, ever since the early 2010s I’ve thought about Ender’s Game a LOT - and it’s always this part of the book, never the zero-g laser tag or genocide-by-arcade-machine parts.

Break falls are the only skill I’ve kept from my martial arts training, but it’s literally the most useful one.

“Hey Al, they’re remastering our series.” “WHAT?”

These folks are doing fantastic work. If you’re a Canuck, find the Reboot Rewind folks on your social media of choice, they’re going around doing screenings of their doc (and some of the D1 footage I think) in Canadian cities.

She has a husband, you know…

This is close enough. Thank you!

I would pay good money for an alternate dub track of KOTH by a voiceover cast with strong Japanese accents, reading Japanglish approximations of the original script with same inflections they’d use if it was a standard anime.

Boomhauer alone would be a fucking blast.

Not good enough, we need this in APA format.

1. Pull down the packaging to expose the seal.
2. If there’s a little ‘extra’ plastic bit attached to the ziplock, pull this and the other side. Using your thumbnail to loosen the seal while doing this can help.
3. Take a big whiff from the bag, then put your weed in a mason jar with a moisture pak like a decent human being.
4. Save the bag and bring it back to the dispo if they take empty packaging. It’s probably still going into a landfill, but at least you can say you tried.

Alternatively, grab a knife or some scissors and skip to step 3.

As a kid, I thought Trailer Park Boys was an accurate, contemporary documentary about the world I lived in (or at least that of my friends who lived in the trailer park down the way).

Edit: Oh, and you had to go to a Chris Brothers store to buy Chris Brothers pepperoni - Sobeys didn’t carry it yet. It was glorious every time.

I wanted to be option C sooooo bad until the money ran out on the first leg…

Maybe tomorrow…

I, for one, am a fan of the wickedness that is Yonge St. I am only saddened that I was born too late to experience it when it was really seedy.

Seriously, if I had a time machine Yonge St in the 1970s would be one of the first stops - along with Bloor St W and Huron St.

Most settings, the key is paying attention to indicators of interest/disinterest. If someone isn’t engaging with you beyond grunts, looks visibly uncomfortable, etc. that’s your cue to gracefully exit.

This is the hard part for a lot of people, properly gauging interest after initiation and knowing when to move on. If it’s not intuitive, unfortunately there’s not much else you can do to improve this other than practice.

Sometimes you can find more casual philosophy-focused discussion/reading groups too - I know a few have a presence on Meetup in my area. They meet at a pub or something and discuss a particular topic for the evening.

-Neutral name (sorry SJW)

Boo this person! (I kid, don’t boo them, they’re doing good work and I understand if not everyone wants to be a sh.it.head)

Any bots here willing to help this human out? This seems like it’d be your forte.

(Been there, sucks incredibly badly. I feel for ya.)

“@!#?@!, motherfucker!”

Fantastic trick for getting young kids to sleep - at least, until they get freaked out that someone has the power to induce sleep and fight the technique. Which, in hindsight, fair I guess.

Tried passing on the trick from a self-hypnosis perspective after that point but it just didn’t take. Interesting stuff though - makes me wonder if I should look into hypnosis from a hobbyist perspective again.

Edit: Of course, there was also the time I did it with my then girlfriend to induce an a super vivid but otherwise undefined imaginary scene, and butted right against some repressed trauma I was not equipped to handle, aside from lots of hugs and "You’re ok"s. Soooo… this is what I get for hypnotizing people armed only with the experience of being hypnotized once, a self-hypnosis book I played around with as a teen, and a pretty detailed scene from an underground fiction novel, I suppose.