They should return it to France until they decide the inscription at the base is worth living up to again. You know, “give me your tired, give me your poor”? Doesn’t really jive with the whole immigration gestapo thing.

Republicans? Hypocrites? Noooo. Surely not.

Yeah it was exactly that deep despair I felt that made me want to donate it once it started growing back in – my hair is one of the few things I actually really like about myself, to lose it felt truly awful and I want to spare someone else feeling that way for long. I don’t know if I’ll keep growing it out and donating it forever, I might only donate the one time (long hair is, also, a giant pain in the ass); but it bothered me more than the nausea – and the nausea was fucking insane, first and only times I have ever projectile vomited in my life: being on chemo.

On that note, if you don’t already have a bucket handy at home: buy a bucket they can keep at the bedside, or something else with a wide opening that’s easy to aim for. Maybe also get some of those vomit bags they use in the hospital with the plastic ring that holds them open, they disappear easily into a pocket and are a great help when you’re gonna be sick while away from a convenient place to hurl.

And make sure once they do finish evacuating the entire contents of their stomach that they put something back in there after, even if it’s just a little soup or something; it is somehow even less fun retching on an empty stomach and they’ll need the energy.

God, could you imagine a game with a cyberpunk Kowloon Walled City for a map? Maybe not the actual KWC, but something of similar scale and density could make for both a fascinating mapmaking constraint and an incredibly memorable game world, if done well.

yes

Smart. Easier to say ‘no’ to a shiny rock, hard to say it to a kitten.

been there, done that, try to eat some crackers or something if you can, keep your energy up. Chemo is brutal, I’m currently growing my hair out to donate it and I’ve still got these super tight curls for the first few inches of growth from the chemo making it grow back differently. Everyone says it looks great, so hopefully it makes someone a nice wig. But god, I remember how much I hated the nausea and how much more I hated and even grieved over the loss of my hair at the time (I like my hair, okay? And I look terrible bald.)

You got this. It’ll suck ass every minute, but you got this.

found the person who doesn’t use enough wasabi on their sushi to hate themself after

Shart of the deal.

if I could’ve been born just twenty years earlier, just long enough to have my childhood, adolescence and my early twenties during the fuck around period, I feel I would be at least moderately happier and possibly mildly more successful than I am now; having my earliest, strongest memory be the morning of 9/11.

I’m told the world sucked less prior, that the end of the 90s was an exciting and hopeful time to be alive and I have to take their word for it, as I was too young to remember much before the morning of the attacks. It would just be nice to have the memory of hope, too, instead of only the looming specter of the future. It would be also nice to maybe remember a part of history where we weren’t having a once-in-a-lifetime economic dumpster fire every few years, but I’ve already given up on ever retiring, so I suppose that memory would merely make me more bitter.

Plus being born in 1977 would’ve meant getting to experience the golden years of video games firsthand, before selling a complete, bug-tested product started to be thought of as “optional”. Or at least it wasn’t nearly so egregious, they didn’t have the capacity for microtransactions anyways. That would’ve been nice to experience more of, I only got the tail end of this.

Playing devils advocate for Snider, November 2023 was right after October 7th and I don’t think there were nearly as many people pointing out and shouting about the ethnic cleansing Israel was using the attack as an excuse to partake in until we got into 2024.

yes, the problem is you did not sacrifice a live goat while mercury is in retrograde and github is down, as is custom for digital magic and necromancy.

Reasons. Because of reasons.

No, he does, he’s just not employed by the store. It’s Central Park, remember?

In this world, I consider this a plus.

Hotels are usually super chill at night, too. Unless it’s a fuckoff big property in the middle of a big touristy city, you’re usually getting paid to be a warm body just to deal with issues that may arise, you are almost never expected to be busy/have serious duties or even look busy. It’s light paperwork, attending to the occasional guest with a modicum of asskissing, and occasionally dealing with complete raging dumpster fires at 3AM – but they’re rather rare at quieter properties in smaller cities. YMMV wildly, depending on the property, some places have been absolutely awful and some have been the easiest thing I’ve ever been paid money to do. During COVID I was once paid to run the nightly paperwork at a hotel that was closed down, with no guests in house, and no revenue. But I still had to tick the business date over and run reports for them because otherwise… I dunno, the building burns down, who the fuck knows, I got paid to babysit an empty building and print/email reports full of 0s from 11PM-7AM every night for several months. Was nice, would recommend (the job, not the pandemic)

me I’ve always been a night owl so night shift works fantastic for me, my only gripe is how much shit I’ve still got to do during normal business hours to function like a human being. Banks, doctors appointments, grocery shopping – fuck, once I was even called into a mandatory all-staff workplace meeting at noon despite working the overnight shift there and being between shifts the day of. Absolute madness, I want to yank whoever decided that out of their bed at 3AM and ask them to try functioning.

I’ve always thought about it as something similar to what happened with Ritonavir, i.e. disappearing polymorphs. But inside your own body and with proteins instead of a drug.

It might be that normal proteins, while optimal in their function with their shape, might be more stable or have a lower potential energy when misfolded as prions. They don’t do the job they originally did, anymore, hence why they cause disease; but they certainly seem to be a lot more stable (given they require significant time in an autoclave to fully denature them…) and there doesn’t seem to be a way to make them go back to the way they were before. It’s just our luck that they’re not easily transmissible the same way tiny crystals of ritonavir were, else we’d be really fucked.