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Mercifully, Seattle was eliminated.

Needs two, and they bolt onto the struts between the sawblade and the saw driver. =====================================

Robot sea monsters at my command

So, while spending time in Yet Another Medical Facility Waiting Room today, the TV was set to some channel where all the on-camera personnel and all the in-audience people seemed to be women. From this I infer that it was intended to be a women's food or cooking channel. I did not look at the channel information or anything else, so I don't know what channel or program it was. One topic discussed, and I Am Not Making This Up, was "Wine Pairings with Potato Chips". This discussion went on for several minutes, though I do not know what was said, because the closed captioning was not on, and the sound was turned down, and I wasn't really interested anyway. I was, however, repulsed and horrified, because it seemed not to be a joke. Now, I want to compare this to a a nearly-forgotten media item I recall seeing in the 1980s, which consisted of a punch line like "Bachelor Breakfast: Pop-Tarts and Beer," and then a lot of women's snide remarks about what men do for food when left unsupervised. Not to be judgmental or anything, but is this a latent thing that's always been there, has the replacement of Western aesthetics by tasteless marketing penetrated to hitherto unimagined (by me) levels, or is it just long-in-coming validation of my suspicion that the Pop-Tarts and Beer thing was simply a sexist slur back in the day?

It is amusing that the "unsubscribe" link on a CLE junkmail series that has been coming to my wife's law office address for years is intercepted by my machine's security system as unsafe.

Mind you, financial firms have historically led the charge to pad balance sheets so as to increase executive compensation.

Turns out the paper is also Open Access at Astronomische Nachrichten, which ends up pointing at the same Wiley Online link you have. Being an Old Fart, I generally think of the old journal names rather than the publishers. Hm. Sco-Sgr is a rather busy part of the sky. The north Orion region is much tamer in that regard.

Heh. I think I managed to get through all the chocolate I was given for Christmas 2022, but I might still have some buried in the morass. This year it's less of an issue, because we as a family agreed to give smaller gift ensembles.

I recommend Robin's Laws of Good Gamemastering for sussing out how better to structure your game to suit your players' often unstated preferences.

UTC 00:00! Pweeeet!

And right about now, the JD (Julian Day number) is 2460310.4965278

If I'm up at midnight local time tonight, it'll be because I got absorbed in a computer game. I recommend time.gov for your counting-down pleasure.

U-2. The Francis Gary Powers kind, not the one that still hasn't found what it's looking for.

Software updates and setting changes happen, especially as the spam attackers get more and more capable and numerous.

Thankfully, he didn't add an extra Florida.

Quasi fisheri

Not just you, Cygnia. Just went through that myself.

That sets me thinking about buffets near me ... only one that pops to mind is a Chinese one.

I would have liked a reference to a source closer to the original publication or announcement.

Have you seen the catalog of pr0n stories which involve unnatural acts with churros?

Independent of whether you are trying to build a horror-type atmosphere or not, if you're a GM, it behooves you to give the players relevant in-game information at something more than millibaud rates, while utterly stonewalling their attempts to pry it out of you. The pastime is supposed to be a participatory story telling, not the GM's own oral still life with flies the GM gets to pull the wings off of at their leisure.

AND THEY SAY NOTHING ABOUT WHERE IN THE SKY IT WAS??? Belongs in the Fail thread.

Junkers Ju-88 two-engine bomber and night fighter