HelixDab2

Dude, have you tried, I dunno, talking to her? Like, telling her exactly how you feel?

I can't speak for anyone else since I'm probably older than a lot of people here, but I can honestly say that I've never gotten drunk with someone that was"just" a friend and fucked them.

2012 Indian Scout. The price was decent, the miles were low. It was my first motorcycle, and I was sure that I wanted a cruiser. It seemed perfect for me.

It had some pretty major issues. The stator failed in the rain; it got fixed under warranty. Then a coil pack failed, stranding me two hours from home. That took about a month to get fixed under warranty. It wouldn't start in cold weather worth a damn; anything under 50F, and it was a bitch to start. To top it off, I live in the mountains, and once I got past my initial trepidation of riding without anything but skill and luck between myself and the pavement, I was out-riding the capabilities of a cruiser. It's really unpleasant to drop into a corner and get your foot knocked off the foot peg because it's dragging on the pavement...

It turns out that the way I ride is much more suited to a sport bike.

I did a title swap with someone that had a '12 CBR600RR that needed some work; I took about a $5000 bath on that trade, but I got a bike that I loved. I ended up putting 80,000 miles on it before I wore the engine out, and then bought a '16 Triumph Speed Triple that I rode to work today.

I'm an American, and so would I.

Fuck them assholes.

Facial structure is very different between Devon and Cornish; Devons have very round faces. Cornish tend to have much sharper, more delicate features. I think that the term for Devon Rexes is 'cobby'.

If I could get a fully remote job and move to the middle of BFE... Well, I'm considering doing that without a remote job, and just accepting that any job I can get will take a longer commute and probably earn pay less. I lived in Chicago for more than a decade, lived in San Diego a few years. Currently I live in a rural part of my state, but the city keeps creeping nearer, and I'm seeing farms in my county get bulldozed to put in yet another housing development "..starting from the low, low $600s!" of identical, oversized, characterless houses with 1/4 acres plots of land and no trees.

I don't want neighbors. I want trees, deer eating my hostas, raccoons trying to tear open my garbage bins, and bears being oversized raccoons. I want candles and laterns in every room because the power goes out every time there's a thunderstorm, a woodburning stove that I can feed with trees that get blown down, and enough land that I can raise goats, chickens, and do a little dirt farming, in addition to my job. I want to opt out of this goddamn rat race, and just have a quiet place where I can offer people refuge from the bullshit that's happening around us.

To me it tastes more like dry-rotting lawn clippings.

But in a good way.

I'm skeptical. Anything targeting signalling pathways seems likely to have consequences that aren't apparent from animal trials. I remember a few years back that MENT (trestolone, 7α-methyl-19-nortestosterone) was being investigated for use as male contraceptive, and one of the biggest issues I recall was that it caused really wild mood swings in a number of men. Admittedly, MENT is hormonal, but I don't think that issues it caused were anticipated; I think the profile looked much more promising than it ended up being.

I think that the YPJ calls themselves something like democratic syndicalists? It's close enough to anarchism that it's the easiest way for most people to understand it. The way that they're organizing their communities is pretty special, and I hope that they're able to keep their regions autonomous and maintain their ideals.

...Stop using the "smart" services...? Yeah, definitely that.

My ex-spouse's step-mother died from an acute case of not being alive anymore. She was in physically good health, good heart/blood pressure, mentally sharp, was a distance swimmer, ran, smoked occasionally (like 1-2 cigarettes a day), and was in her mid-60s. She collapsed in a supermarket and was dead before any help could arrive. The autopsy couldn't find any cause of death; no ruptured aneurysm, no stroke, no heart attack or heart issues at all, no drug interactions, nothing. She just... stopped being alive.

Shit happens sometimes, and there's not always an obvious cause.

1 point. I've never personally owned a physical encyclopedia. I've def. used them though.

My understanding is that there's a mechanism in most mammals for detecting a build up of CO2 in the blood. Normally you'd exhale CO2, but breathing it in increases concentration, which leads to feelings of panic and suffocation. With any inert gas--helium, hydrogen, nitrogen, argon, xenon, etc.--you aren't getting CO2 levels building up, so you don't even realize that you're suffocating. I think that can even be the case with carbon monoxide, although that has other problems as well. Regardless, CO2 suffocation is definitely not a human way of killing an animal. Or a person.