Alligators can go years without

I had one couple who used my address for everything. They ordered a laptop with my email. ITunes, Netflix, disney+. They’d signed up for USPS’s informed delivery with my account. I could have stolen so much shit from them over the years. But I always tried to correct the issue.

It finally stopped when they used my email for their wedding registry. Instead of trying once again to do the right thing, I logged into the registry, removed all of their tasteful items, added a faux tigerskin rug (the kind with the whole head at one end), a bunch of this jewel-tone stuffed curvy furniture that would be perfect for a 70s fuckroom, clown-themed carnival games, a popcorn cart, and a shitload of baby items.

High gameness, and low arousal thresholds. There’s a pretty disturbing video out there of a pit attacking a steer. The dog has been horribly gored and it’s guts are all falling out, and it’s still going nuts trying to latch onto the bull’s throat while getting stomped to death by this massive animal.

Yeah, they can often be sweet family dogs, but that lizard-brain fight-or-flight madness under the surface isn’t something you can just love away.

Coast guard also responds to stuff like oil and haz spills and enforces environmental laws to protect endangered marine pieces. I think they’re pretty OK.

Yeah, I’m pessimistic about the huge shift we’d need to make, especially in America. But so much of that packaging is completely unnecessary. Glass jars instead of plastic tubs or bottles. If you visit some places in the UK, they don’t give you single use plastics in hotels and restaurants, though you can still buy that stuff in stores. Water is bottled in glass. Continental breakfast jams are in tiny glass jars. Some snack packages come in waxed paper bags, like what some tortilla chip brands are packaged in here in the US. Paperboard, cardboard and foil. For toiletries, come countries have stores focused on sustainability where you bring your own reusable containers and they have dispensers for things like shampoo and liquid soap. Like a…soda fountain, but for cleaning products.

People are just so opposed to it here. Like aggressively opposed it it. Like eating yogurt in a glass jar instead of plastic is offensive to them. I don’t get it.

“Sure, sport”. “You’re welcome, tiger.” “No problem, little buddy.”

I keep hoping someone will keep up the stupid pet names with me so I can just make the responses more and more absurd every time, but they generally stop after the first one. I have sooooo many ideas in the tank and I’m just waiting for the excuse to call someone porkchop or pickleface.

Any website that has an app associated with it also gets a notification about opening the website in the app. It doesn’t just happen once, though. It happens at every page you browse on that site. It makes a handful of shopping websites practically unusable. It didn’t happen on my old phone, so I’m not sure why it’s happening now or how to stop it. I’m not going to download an app for the one time a year I got to home depot’s website or whatever.

We need to start dialing in methods to recycle spent fuel rods that don’t run afoul of nonproliferation treaties. Those rods still contain something like 90% potential energy that we’re discarding.

There are a couple of startups working on the issue, but these efforts shouldn’t just exist in the private sector.

Sadly this is true.

My mother is a psychologist who worked with kids with reactive attachment disorders who behaved like this child. There’s no known effective treatment for severe cases. Psychotherapy and behavioral therapies are incredibly harmful, since they only teach the kids how to pretend to feel what they’re supposed to. It turns violent kids into manipulative violent kids.

My partner did this, I just started responding with “What is it??” every time without moving. He was doing it because he hates shouting across the house, but when I responded that way he’d come to me to show me whatever he’d found/was doing/needed help with/sometimes kitten videos.