Imagine a boot SO mighty that if it exists it might crush you, so you need to lick it ahead of time so that someday if it does exist, it might not crush you.

Lmao I love this

TBotNS is awesome

It’s this, and it’s also more than this: there has to be a limitation put on profit, a place at which the corporation achieves balance and success- enough to not feel the need to continually chip away at wages and working conditions or increasing enshittification in search of immediate short-term profits.

If enough profit is never enough, it will forever remain a constant battle between corporations and workers, and corporations and the public.

Never heard of it, and you provided no context either. :)

It has become an ongoing issue that my wife complains that she smells something, then gets angry at me if I am unable to smell that same smell, sometimes accusing me of gas lighting her or calling her a liar, when actually I just don’t smell the smell she’s smelling.

I’m not making implications or accusations, I’m not trying to mislead or confuse her, I just can’t smell whatever she’s smelling and that fact frustrates the heck out of her as though I’m personally letting her down. Then she gets a bit aggro and I have to change the garbages / kitchen compost in the hopes that perhaps those are the sources of the smells I can’t smell. Sometimes that helps. She will never change the garbage or take out the compost herself.

When she insisted that she smelled a gas leak from our furnace that I couldn’t smell, we called a professional who confirmed our furnace was working fine and there was no gas leak; but I was still the villain for denying the gas leak ahead of time. Three times in the last 6 months this has been a thing.

Can’t speak for every guy, but some of us will make sure to give extra room on the sidewalk to purposefully indicate that we’re not a threat. A bit of mud is a small price to pay to know that we have prevented even a modicum of fear from springing up in the hearts of a random passerby.

Many of us understand why women choose the Bear over the Man.

Sprint up or sprint down? Cuz 5 stairs at a time up is mad talent

This is some dystopian fan fiction.

Jose has seen me come to work everyday through those doors for more than half a year. I believe this was his idea of a joke. He must have disabled the turnstile right before I was to scan my key card. I went straight to my manager to see “If everything was OK.”

And it’s not all that well-written, either.

Lots of CG

Even if this is somewhat cool and interesting, it definitely reads like it was written by AI, and is more than twice as long as it needs to be. If not AI, you need to better edit your posts, Op.

Some people are so poor that all they have is money

Ohhh, that’s the newest one of his, right?

I’m currently reading City of Last Chances. Interesting urban fantasy, I’m digging it

Definitely Jack Vance first.

After that it’s all over the place from day to day. Really enjoying Adrian Tchaikovsky lately, “The Final Architecture” series is just perfect.

Benedict Jacka has scratched my itch for urban fantasy.

I keep being impressed by Ian McDonald, his Luna series was such a tidy read.

Other than that, Samuel Delaney, LeGuin, Harry Harrison, Heinlein, and several others. I don’t have a list, just authors :)

Booo! Hiss!

Maybe if workers actually Won by doing their jobs, this would be even close to approaching accurate.

Same, our polydactyl has one giant claw on each front foot that simply doesn’t shed and needs clipping every 3 months or it starts pushing into the pad.

Meh

I’m seeing elsewhere in the thread that it’s the potato fruit that’s toxic; the taters themselves remain delicious (once grown)

Plans to see what happened with the progress of time. I definitely had no plans involving any particular expectations

Too expensive