AKA “luncheon meat”. Pre-packaged thin slices of various meats (ham, turkey, chicken, bologna, etc). Usually with too much salt and preservatives.
It’s similar to sliced meat from the deli (“deli meat”) but not as good. Both are mass-produced, but the pre-packaged stuff is more processed and not as “fresh”.
(I’m probably going to regret trying to answer a food question in good faith on lemmy. Sigh.)
That “associate” thing has been around for decades, and varies by region. In the US it was mostly used for retail employees back in the day, not as much as corporate workers. But it goes in and out of style. When an employer adopts it or drops it, it’s probably because some executive is trying to make a “splash”.
Sounds a bit like Roy Underhill.
I’ll check him out. I watch Steve Ramsey and a few others.
Air Traffic Control slop!!
(I said the thing, please applaud).
I avoid it as much as humanly possible. Haven’t flown in years. And it looks so much worse now.
I do little to no woodworking, but I enjoy watching woodworking videos.
The only way to win, is to not play the game.
Speaking of not playing the game, when I want to manage my time better, I rely on…
I really don’t care for people who give me shit for using GPS. Of course they’re all older.
Ed Sheeran is that dude who looks like a damp turnip with messy orange hair, right?
People: having fun
Abrahamic religions: no
Sort by Scaled, it kind of does that automatically for you.
I was wondering about this type of fix. Just physically disconnecting, desoldering, or even destroying the wifi hardware and microphone(s). I’m sure they have the usual passive anti-tampering stuff, but I’m guessing it won’t brick the TV if you’re careful and know what you’re doing. Not that I know what I’m doing. But I’m capable of following a YouTube video showing me how to.
Cooking isn’t hard, just burn the house down like the rest of us idiots!
This is oddly beautiful and/or my brain is broken from too many open world games.
I experienced a dust devil as a kid in Texas once. We were climbing a tree in the neighbors’ yard and one came down the street and blew right past us. I thought it was extremely fun at the time. It wasn’t particularly strong, but we did have to close our eyes when it got too close.
How to be sad and wholesome at the same time. Kudos to the artist.
I thought the signature was in the middle of the dishwasher for a second, then I realized it was the utensils basket.
Ask to transfer another hospital several zip codes away where they use modern differential diagnosis methods, respect informed consent rules, and follow real world standards of care.
Of course, I do live in the USA, so the health insurance rep will just laugh at me nonstop until I hang up the phone.
Weirdly it’s Monday. Monday through Wednesday is often the slowest part of the week for me.