Seems to me that if you’re canny about your polite chitchat while standing in line, you could segue to “you wanna get a drink sometime?” after you both come out of the polling place.
Which leads me to remind the ladies, just because he was all supportive of women’s bodily autonomy in line, doesn’t mean you can be sure how he actually voted in the booth!
What’s incredible to me is that the results really aren’t very good. We all know what they looked like young, and the AI version is just… Not Wright. No Hanks, AI.
Steering wheel looks like a gun which fits since it’ll probably kill you
Yes. The key is to turn off the motor, and get out before you start to worry about the battery.
Not a ritual but I’ve occasionally arrived home in the middle of an NPR story or a piece of music 🎶 that I’ve let finish before going inside.
Headline should say coming TO the Fediverse.
“It’s coming for you!” has a more aggressive meaning.
Headline should say coming TO the Fediverse.
“I’m coming for you!” has a very different meaning
We can’t even take care of that, how could we care for an Yggdrasil?
We had the Amazon Rainforest…
Smithereens!
Ah, but you’re forgetting, there’s a population of 200 TNR cats at Disneyland! Oh wait, I’m not sure if DisneyWorld has cats too. In California, cats have been there longer than Sleeping Beauty’s Castle.
You could preface it with a location and distance: “Buckingham Palace is about 3 parsecs over yonder as the crow flies,” the Bajoran said, waving a limb vaguely. “Or perhaps a Romulan Warbird instead of a crow.”
I feel like somebody, maybe a Technician, could conjoin this with another viral photo from this week, to “show” her and her puppy cowering under a jumping Elon. Since it’s really his platform that’s causing her pain, and even her existence.
No idea. But I think I’ll check it again every few days
Mine was off, don’t know if it’s because I’m in California, but I toggled it back and forth to check and left it off.
Why ruin the birthday of all those people who only get one every four years?
I remember being told even horses can’t get nourishment from straw. But it has other uses. Mixed with mud it can make bricks, it can be burned for ash, it absorbs gross fluids, it can provide padding and insulation.
Hay is food, especially in winter.
Tonight the moon is gorgeously gibbous!
Just the part after the comma
Yes I guess that’s true, and it doesn’t even help if he’d be chill about accepting a “no thanks,” because she can’t know that in advance, and so many guys aren’t. I guess there’s always the possibility of running into each other in a bar or similar situation where they could assume meeting someone might be a goal of being there. “Didn’t I meet you when we were both voting for Harris?” would be a change from the usual lines.