Mouselemming

Oh sorry, family word maybe? A child cheater is a flexible spatula (rubber or silicone) rounded on one side, that scrapes all the yummy cake batter out of the bowl and into the baking pan, leaving not enough to lick.

"A Whole Nude World," hehe

Please don't disable the alerts just because they're irritating. They have saved so many lives, even though they fuck up sometimes.

Just, instead of panicking, do a quick internet check if you don't have other evidence of the danger. You might find that you're not in the danger zone yet but might be soon if the wind changes or whatever. Then you can monitor the situation.

You can also consider them a message from the Universe to check up on your emergency stuff: How much drinking water and food do you have and is it expired? Do you have a bug-out bag and do the pants in it still fit? What would you use to carry all your regular meds? (Don't store just a few pills, scoop up all the bottles of what you're normally using, because it might be awhile before you get refills) Do you have a litterbox and food for your cat, as well as a carrier? What about any important documents, know where they are? And where would you go?

Let's see Mr and Mrs Bezos out there volunteering first. It's a wholesome honeymoon activity!

The grotesquely wealthy contribute a much smaller proportion of their income to the economy than those of modest or meager earnings, simply because they sit on most of it. It does them no good, it does nobody any good. It needs to be returned to the churn of commerce, and used to turn on the lights and water for society.

IF, and we all know that's a big IF, the disgustingly rich all started to compete with each other in philanthropy, funding this and that needy cause (not political shenanigans, actual aid) throughout society, they might argue taxation wasn't necessary. They'd still be wrong, because the distribution should be according to need rather than the giver's interests. But at least they'd have a point. But right now they just hoard, without even the honor of dragons, more like trolls or gollums.

The grotesquely wealthy contribute a much smaller proportion of their income to the economy than those of modest or meager earnings, simply because they sit on most of it. It does them no good, it does nobody any good. It needs to be returned to the churn of commerce, and used to turn on the lights and water for society.

IF, and we all know that's a big IF, the disgustingly rich all started to compete with each other in philanthropy, funding this and that needy cause (not political shenanigans, actual aid) throughout society, they might argue taxation wasn't necessary. They'd still be wrong, because the distribution should be according to need rather than the giver's interests. But at least they'd have a point. But right now they just hoard, without even the honor of dragons, more like trolls or gollums.

Cringing at the memory of things you did in the past is a sign you've learned better. And a reminder that you've still got work to do. Applies to countries as well as individuals.

What if you put some of the teeth from body A into the mouth of body B and vice versa?

Oh, if you haven't yet, you need to read them Equal Rites and The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett, and also The Amazing Maurice...!

Well if you would just demonstrate that you know how to catch and kill your own, she could relax about trying to teach you.

64 fluid ounces = 128 servings of 1 Tablespoon = 11,520 total calories, if you use a child-cheater to scrape out every drop.

Speaking from near the Palisades in Los Angeles:

After we all knew the hurricane-force Santa Anas posed a big danger of fire, because of both news stories and phone alerts, the whole city accidentally got a major "evacuate now" warning, with the big WOOPy noise from our cellphones, that was only supposed to go to residents in a particular area. I had my quadriplegic husband dressed and out of bed and our old go-bags and medical equipment thrown in the car in the 20 minutes it took for the retraction to come out. I also had a bit of a panic attack.

Some people decided to turn off their alarm settings because of that error. But I took it as a warning that we were not ready enough.

I went into the bags and made sure, for instance, that the pants fit me, as I'd gained weight in a year. I stashed the fridge meds in a cold carrier, handy in the fridge. And put the right cat food for the new cat in the cat-kit/litterbox. And created a go-box for the box turtle.

Then I stowed as much as possible in the actual car, including the Important Paperwork file.

All along, we were monitoring as the fires started to pop up and spread.

At 9 pm, we got another WOOP alert. Our address had become part (the far edge) of the Yellow Zone. Not the Red Zone. But as you said, who's going to catch a warning at 2am? (Well, me! But it's a lot harder to react at that hour) In fact, I'm sure that's why CalFire expanded the zones so wide at 9 pm, because they wanted to be sure they wouldn't have to issue a new one overnight.

So we bailed immediately but calmly. Spent 5 days at a hotel near LAX.

Fortunately we had no damage, but had to dip into our emergency drinking water for a few more days until they lifted the Boil Water notice.

Super glad we had and heeded those early warnings about how dangerous those hot dry winds were going to be, and the 9 pm evacuation zone warning.

The relatively low death count in the Palisades fire came from the accurate weather forecast.