I’m not trying to be contrarian here, and I’m not saying you’re wrong. But knowing how seedless watermelons are developed and produced, it doesn’t actually have much to do with being seedless.

At least in the USA, there are lots of different seedless watermelon varieties. I’ve only grown a small number of them, but they’ve all been great tasting.

Other than under ripe watermelons and random “wild” cultivars, I’ve never had a tasteless watermelon, so I’m slightly skeptical of your comment, to be honest.

Allow me to geek out a bit here, for the sake of the curious. Feel free to correct me if you’re smarter or more pedantic than me.

Basically, the way seedless watermelons work is that you “breed” two genetically incompatible watermelon varieties together, so that the fruit they bare are seedless. If you took a “seedless” watermelon plant and bred it with a compatible variety, it would produce seeded fruits.

The slightly more detailed version of this: Unlike most animals, plants can have more than one set of chromosomes and be perfectly fine. In fact, having multiple sets of chromosomes can actually be beneficial for plants. Typically plants, like animals, have 2 sets of chromosomes, but sometimes by random chance or otherwise, they can have double the amount (or more). If you cross a plant with a normal amount of chromosomes (2N) with a plant that has double the amount of chromosomes (4N), you get something in between (3N). These 3N plants are often fertile and produce seeds when crossed with other 3N plants, but usually they are not fertile when crossed with 2N or 4N plants. They’ll still produce their signature fruit, basically a hormonal response to being pollinated, but there will be no seeds or only underdeveloped, sterile seeds because the parents aren’t compatible.

They don’t have ankles. They don’t have testicles. They are missing a bunch of ribs. They don’t fart. They don’t even have a Y chromosome. At a certain point, it’s probably easier to list the things they do have.

I have never Googled “how to center div 2025” because the last time I had to center a div was in 2024. I’ve never asked ChatGPT to fix a syntax error because I use Copilot. Exiting Vim is basically the only thing I know how to do in Vim, but I can do it. And my bug fixin’ is generally one-for-one.

On the flip side, I can write some code without StackOverflow and AI. Writing a game in Assembly, these days, is for a specific kind of hobbyist or absolute fools. Languages using pointers are mostly for specific types of application and completely irrelevant for most programmers these days – and the overwhelming bulk of us are better for it. And writing code by hand is an incredible talent and skill, but again, essentially useless these days.

No? Is that common?

That’s basically my Pandora experience. They’ll have ads where if you click to watch a video, you’ll get X amount of time, usually an hour, ad free. There’s about a 50% chance the ad will cause the app to crash, but only AFTER the ad finishes playing. And once I start the app up again, it doesn’t remember the offer or that I watched the ad. Same thing if I close the app, accidentally or otherwise. If I start it back up, that ad free hour is gone.

Capybara is short for Cabybaratheon, one of the houses from the Games of Thrones.

I was just about to say. Figured it was bait but glad to see it was a joke.

Are you okay? This can be tough. I’ve had several friends go though this over the years.

I’ve not seen anybody use a vape inside a retail store, so I can’t speak to that part. I just assumed it was covered by the same or similar laws as smoking tobacco products inside businesses.

On the other hand, my limited experience with some of the younger generations is that they’re way more comfortable with driving while under the influence of thc than older generations.

My new corollary: If your online e-commerce site asks customers to add a tip, even if $0 / no tip is an option, I’m not buying shit from you.

And the icing on the cake? If we had 13 months, essentially every month could have the same number of days, 28.

The main problem I have with USB-C is that the “U” is a lie. Always has been to some extent, but seems like it’s particularly true with USB-C. This is closer to that meme that’s like “There are 12 competing standards. We created a new universal standard to replace them all.” Except instead of there now being 13 competing standards, USB-C is a fractured mess so instead it’s like there’s now 20 competing standards. This cord supports passthrough power, this one doesn’t, but even the one that does only supports 20W so you have to have a special one to deliver 65, and that USB-C power brick only gives 15W, so you have to buy a special one that does 80W, and this USB-C port on my phone doesn’t support the USB-C to Aux jack adapter I bought, so now I have to buy a different adapter. It goes on and on and on and frankly I’m old and tired.

Every night in my DMs.

I see poo, I feel poo.

That is how I know you, go poop.

Far across the distance.

And spaces between us.

You have come to show you, go poop.

Near, fart, wherever you are.

I believe that the shart does go on.

Once more you open the back door.

And you’re here in my heart and my heart will go poo and poo.

You might be able to charge more for the eggs if you feed them to a civet cat first and then collect the egg laden civet cat shit and sell that as some kind of delicacy.

I asked ChatGPT and it said the answer is 255.

That’s how I met my partner. We both love dips. We could talk or not talk about dips all day long and then do it again tomorrow.

They’re minerals, Grostleton.

Peppers and cucumbers are the traumatic forced abortions of the plant world. Broccoli and cauliflower are the amputated sex organs of the plants that were cut from their bodies. Celery, brussel sprouts, and artichokes are severed limbs of plants. This is a literal mass grave of dead and dying vegetation, an alter to the horrific mutilation and abuse perpetrated on an entire kingdom of life by humans. A final act of humiliation before we condemn them to the hell of cooking and consumption. I doubt the spray mist provides much comfort.

It just seems like nothing works the way I expect it should these days, and I’m happy to be wrong, but I don’t think my expectations are that high.

I make an appointment at the driver’s license office for 10 a.m., I kind of expect to be seen around that time, especially since they tell you to show up at least 15 minutes before your scheduled appointment. Certainly, I don’t expect to have to wait 2 hours to be seen.

I go to the store to return an item that was missing parts, I don’t expect to be turned away completely because the “printer is down”. I have the receipt, can’t you just make a copy and refund the very small amount of money or let me exchange it?

I go to the bank to withdraw a few five and ten dollar bills, I don’t expect to be told “I don’t have enough”. I especially don’t appreciate being treated like I’m the first human in history to want specific denominations for a withdrawal.

I get told to return my internet equipment to any of your locations, only to be told you can’t accept that at your store. Why did the customer service person I talked to on the phone say any location, the company website have your location in the list of locations available when I filtered by “returns”, and my final bill state “return equipment to any location” if your location doesn’t accept returns?

I go to the doctor for a specific health concern (that unbeknownst to me is a red flag for a major problem), they give me a medicine that actually exacerbates said major problem without ever mentioning it or testing for it first. You’re the expert and professional, not me, and I guarantee if I’d asked about that major problem because I saw something about it online, you’d have made a snarky comment like “don’t confuse your Google search with my medical degree” or similar.

And all of this, plus much, much more, in just the past month or so.