I got close to a perfect pacman clear twice. Can’t remember the exact number of either run, but one was a little over the 3mil mark. I got excited and fucked it up.

The other was maybe 100k below that.

Both were high enough that nobody even got close.

I was absurdly good at pacman. Pretty damn good at centipede, though I wasn’t obsessed with it the same way, so I don’t remember any scores at all.

That is pretty much the most chill chicken ever.

My hen? You put her on your shoulder and walk fast, she’s squawking in your ear to slow down, you maniac.

Well, urine isn’t going to be much of a problem at least. The kind of things you can catch from urine tend to not survive very long once the urine isn’t being kept nicely in the body. Urine is not sterile, but it also isn’t good at transmitting pathogens either.

The feces though, that can be problem. There are a shit ton of pathogens you can catch from feces. However, it’s also relatively easy to protect yourself since the most common ones aren’t going to bother you just by being on your skin. They can be a problem in cuts, but on healthy skin, nothing.

The key is to not let it sit there, and never, ever touch your face, or genitals, with whatever the feces is on.

Good hand washing solves the problem for that kind of contact. And it’s easy to wash the rest of your arms if that’s where the poop is.

You don’t really need any kind of antimicrobial at all, if you have access to clean water and soap. That really does take care of the issue.

For your feet, the main worry is that it not get on your feet and stay there. You can run into parasites that way. But shoes will handle small puddles or just smears on a sidewalk. Just don’t wear them into your home. Either take them off and carry them in for cleaning, or leave them outside of your living space.

Ideally, if you’re going to be walking through spilled sewage often, get overshoes that are able to completely prevent contact with your actual shoes shoes, and treat them like that.

Wash any clothing that gets contaminated as soon as possible. Again, if it’s going to be frequent, consider some kind of over pants, and/or switch to synthetic fabrics that are easier to clean.

Seriously, as nasty as poop is, and as much of a health risk as it can be, it isn’t anything you have to go crazy about. It washes off easily, and protective gear to keep your clothing clean is typically inexpensive.

If your bike needs cleaning, just pay attention so that you don’t splash much. It would be better to get in there and scrub with your hands than have splashes get in your eye or mouth.

I spent twenty years wiping people’s asses for them, giving them baths. Never once got sick because of poop. You just pay attention to what you’re doing, and don’t let dirty areas on you come in contact with places that any pathogens can get inside your body.

Sanitizing gels and such do work, though not as well as a good scrubbing. Reserve that for when there will be a delay between your contact with any feces, and being able to properly wash.

But keeping sane? That’s a harder subject. Best I can tell you is that if you stay focused on doing what it takes to be able to get away from an area like that, it’s enough to maybe hold onto and get through.

There’s a lot of words for it. Bulked is the one that floated through the gyms in my area. Even body builders do bulk cycles, which is essentially all that power lifters do. So the term is about having increased muscle mass, with no other factors involved.

I’ve seen beefy used plenty, as well as built. Both get used as a generic term for having big muscles, with the exact usage being variable between a more ripped look and the more massive look. But I see beefy used more for the body type you’re asking about than for body builder types where cutting fat for competition or personal preference changes the appearance of the body. Built rarely has a specific connotation in my area when referring to men.

Terms shift though. Buff, jacked and muscular can fit depending on where you are and when you are. For example, muscular was a pretty common description of a generally athletic build that was less focused on size but still had size, like how boxers and wrestlers (as in not “pro”) get as they go up in weight class.

Well, in person has the availability of trying things on. Since even with taking good measurements, not every company uses sizes accurately (for example, you have a 20 inch neck, and shirts might say they’re 20, but be up to an inch either direction, or you only have general sizes (sm, med, lg, etc) and not every company treats those exactly the same as all the others. Then you run into online shopping including things from overseas where the standards are completely different.

As an example, my thick-ass neck comes with a thick-ass chest, and in us sizes, I tend to prefer a 3x. A 3x from china or Thailand may be more of a single x, or xxl at best.

So, in person shopping is going to end up with less hassle overall, no matter how well you measure yourself.

I hate in person shopping though. Despise it with a passion, and always have. Giant fucking head, giant feet, giant hands, and until I stopped lifting nothing was ever cut right for my body. Even after I switched away from lifting big, it still isn’t exactly a fun process finding things that fit every part of my body right.

If I shop online, I buy bigger than I need usually, because that’s just my reality. If I don’t, something is going to chafe.

If I shop in store, I at least can find things that fit me better. But the only thing I’ve ever owned that fit me perfectly is my suit. I sprang for it to be tailored, and made sure it was going to last, with room for alterations as my body changes over time.

But, damn. It’s an uncomfortable experience. Doubly so in winter and summer, where either heating in stores gets me sweaty, or the heat from outside has me sweating before I go in, so I have to fuck around until I cool off.

Thanks :)

Well, it helped me get married.

My wife and I met online. We played games together, but lived in different parts of the country (US). Far enough apart that it wasn’t a sunday drive, you dig?

So the early part was all virtual. Skype or other video services, texting, and that was what we had.

Unbeknownst to her, I used to do custom fiction. Specifically erotica, though I did other kinds as well.

So, our sexy texts were unusually detailed and very customized. So were other forms of written communication. I actually have it all collected into a book that turns it into one long story, as well as copies of the originals. And no, I don’t share it. It’s hers.

By the time we met in person there was a significant amount of tension built up.

Part of what made her willing to risk travelling to meet some guy halfway across the country was the fact that I put in that effort. She figured that even if it didn’t work out, the sex was going to be good at least once, and she didn’t really believe that anyone who could write what I did could be entirely bad.

It wasn’t all sex scenes though. It was ramped up romance in a lot of the non sms segments. It’s honestly the only romance I’ve ever written, and the mostly completed book form (I’m still editing and tweaking) is one of the best things I’ve ever written.

No way can I top that story.

That being said, lemme introduce you to orca girl.

Back in high school, I had a girlfriend. Not the only one I ever had then, which is relevant because of the story not being a single event.

She was pretty damn awesome. Tall, strong, stacked, gorgeous, soft in the right places, and into me.

She was also relatively high libido. There were fun times had at school as well as away from it. The at school stuff wasn’t weird, because you had to be careful when doing that kind of thing.

We had had sex a few times before things got weird. I think that was mainly because we had only had chances where being noisy would have led to interruptions.

But the first time we had sex in my room at home, shit got real.

It wasn’t just that she was loud, that isn’t weird. It’s how she was loud. She had always made some sounds, but not like this.

She was making whale sounds. Woooooooo-woo-woo-woo, that kind of thing.

It stopped me. I asked if she was okay. She said yes, please don’t stop. So, I keep doing the do.

She explained later that her fantasies were mostly about being an orca. That, wanting to be fucked while a knife was at her throat, and being fucked by two men at once, roman chair style.

So, when we could be properly free in our doings, that’s what I was treated to. Not the Roman chair part, we only did that once. Looots of whale song. She had never heard actual orca sounds I guess.

She once told me to fuck her blow hole. I did so. I had a one in three chance of getting it right, and luck favored my choice.

We even went out on a boat to have sex so she could feel like she was in her natural environment fucking. I had an uncle who had a big boat. It was on a lake, not at the ocean, we’re in the mountains, but still. Talked my cousin into taking us out and just blasting music in his headphones. Family gotta help family, you dig?

Eventually though, it ended. Like many relationships, it ended when she fucked her cousin. I didn’t dump her because of that. I didn’t find out until she was dumping me. She was doing so because “I can have sex with him more often because nobody would guess we were doing it”.

See? Nowhere near as weird as being fed shrimp by a horny cop at a brothel orgy.

Merriam-Webster, copied in for reference.

adjective

Of or relating to health or the protection of health.

Free from elements, such as filth or pathogens, that endanger health; hygienic.

“sanitary conditions for the preparation of food.”

Of or pertaining to health; designed to secure or preserve health; relating to the preservation or restoration of health; hygienic. See the Note under sanatory.

“sanitary regulations”

See under Commission.

Of, or relating to health.

Clean and free from pathogens; hygienic.

Free from filth and pathogens.

“a sanitary washroom”

You’re right, there is a usage of it to mean “healthy” in general, my bad.

However, I hope you can understand that it isn’t the most common usage, and that the bulk of the definitions and usages are pathogen related. Hence me either forgetting or not having run across its more broad usage.

I’d still use a different word, but I definitely agree with your point under that usage :)

That being said, sometimes something that’s not sanitary (using the general definition now) may still be the better option than something that’s worse.

Which is the case here, imo.

When you’re dealing with something like a soda/cola, you’re very often dealing with a slightly corrosive liquid. When that’s the case, you’re limited in what you can use to ship and store it in. Glass, obviously, is the superior choice in terms of maximum safety for chemical exposure. It is also much more expensive to ship, and has more bulk for storage. It also has a different kind of safety issue; the extra weight and the risk of damage leading to injury rather than just a mess.

The problem is the lack of choice for patrons. We can’t say “give me a glass bottle instead” and get one. It’s out of the bag-in-a-box or nothing these days.

As far as comparisons to other potential chemical exposures, the ones you listed in specific are a personal choice to take in at all. Whereas sodas, people might not be aware of the fact that they’re served from plastics. That doesn’t negate your point, it’s just an interesting distinction. The plastics in food storage is more like second hand smoke than smoking because it isn’t something you can explicitly choose to engage in, and opting out is problematic.

Mind you, I’m not certain that the plastics leeched into a soda are at a high enough level to be worse than the soda itself. They’re distinctly not sanitary, no matter what they’re stored in. Too much sugar, too much acidity, too many colorants and flavorants that are either neutral, or haven’t been excluded completely as possibly unhealthy. Just the caffeine levels in them are problematic, and the problems from the sugar levels will show up in your body years ahead of the plastics. But, again, you’re choosing to drink them, but may not be aware of the plastics to opt out.

Fwiw, my household has phased out plastics entirely for anything that gets heated, and for long term storage. We just don’t buy new containers as they reach end of life, and any food that comes in plastics gets moved to one of our glass or metal containers if the product is going to be sitting around for more than a week or so. Longer if it’s a dried product, since leeching rates for those approaches zero in anything under years. Which is only relevant so you understand that I agree with you that there’s no such thing as a totally food safe plastic.

I mean, okay, sure, whatever.

Just be aware that when you block someone, they can’t get your response, it doesn’t show up for them. So, you now, kinda pointless

See? There you go, doing exactly what the kind of thinking that leads to “you people” does.

Your other comment said you didn’t ask for my advice. That’s true.

However, you’re the one that rolled up to a comment and ranted about your pet peeve. Which, this is the internet, so it happens.

Then you complain about me framing my response as advice instead of just telling you to fuck off, our insult you, or whatever. Then, when I remain neutral-to-assertive in my language, you start throwing insults directly, and straw man me as assuming I’m the “better” person.

If you feel lesser than me, that is on you. I would recommend that if you don’t want people objecting to your words that you either don’t respond to other people or choose your words more carefully.

I’m not pretending anything. I’m a human being sitting here talking to another human being, a rude one, that engaged with me by their own choice. So far, I haven’t even gotten annoyed (mainly because this exact kind of exchange happens regularly online, it’s almost a meme it’s so common out there), but you’re increasing your degree of venom.

Do what you will with that; once I get bored, I’ll bugger off and ignore or block you depending on how nasty you get.

Not sure if you’re aware, but sanitary just means that there’s no microbial growth that would cause illness.

That’s a separate food from plastics leeching.

Didn’t ask you to define it.

I’m saying that once you start thinking it, you’re in an unhealthy place and should take a few steps back for your own benefit…

Besides, it’s such a common thing that anyone running across it is just going to ignore anything after it because it’s never worth doing so, it’s just a rant, and often a strawman rant. Well unless it’s being used in a bigoted context, which issue the case here, though it is still the case that it’s a blind anger that only serves to dehumanize the “you people” while allowing the person using it to both feel superior and have a reason to reject anything else “you people” say.

Some advice.

Any time you find yourself thinking the phrase “you people”, stop. Stop, take some deep breaths and consider not actually saying it.

Nobody that has ever used that phrase has done so from a healthy place.

You actually can modify your “software”, though there’s limits. Can’t really swap the kernel at all, and the OS is a bitch to alter, but the DE is totally doable. We even have bug fixers, called therapists.

Now, deleting old programs is hard, but there are tricks to reset your clock, assuming the hardware is both functional and running a standard configuration. Some folks are just wired different, so playing with the clock results in blue screens at inopportune moments.

Or just scrap double plates as an unnecessary and outdated thing.

Have you tried gushing?

Not just responding, and having a busy conversation, but just not stopping, even interrupting him.

It wouldn’t be my first choice, I prefer direct honesty, but you already tried telling him you’re working.

You could try even more directly saying that you don’t want to talk casually at work, but that requires not doing so with anyone, or you might as well just tell him you don’t like him and be done with it that way. Which is an option. He is someone you don’t like, but I assume you’re wanting to avoid that because it’s work, so that’s the absolute last option.

Don’t go hard in prone bone mode while already going long stroke.

You don’t want to pop out and miss going back into the vagina. One or the other of you will be in pain, possibly both.

Word. I’m not much of a fan of his music, other than a few songs, but the dude is just so damn nice. Like, he could do the usual fame thing where he hedges and plays aloof, but the guy is always positive and kind to people any time he’s in public. Like, if he’s faking being a decent dude, he’s doing so good at it that it amounts to the same thing.

Even when he’s talking about his struggles, or other darker subjects, he’s talking with compassion for others, trying to give people a hand up with his words. I respect the hell out of that.

No such thing.

Google has not, and probably never will, make it accessible to outside developers.

Since they decided to play host for rcs, they essentially own it now.