Lvxferre

I don’t think that this is unpopular, even if I agree with you. Not even in real life; often those in power try to associate work with positive things, and yet the actual workers see it as a mockery.

Cue to the Latin word tripalium (a torture device) ending as the word for “work” in plenty Romance languages; or to the Nazi “Arbeit macht Frei” (work makes freedom) on concentration camps.

back in 2006

My “two decades” guess wasn’t too far from that, then.

I remember Session Restore from Firefox 2.0 times, I think. Back then people would crash the browser on purpose to have it remember the tabs.

So I guess this sort of feature is, like, ~two decades old or so.

I’d be OK if they dismantled my body for parts but it’s kind of unlikely that they’ll find something usable. The rest is a big whatever - burn it, bury it, pet cemetery, I’m OK with it. As long as the body doesn’t leave my city.

We are the only ones who put people into boxes……lol. I don’t think so.

Please do not put words into my mouth. In no moment I said or even implied that only Americans put people into boxes.

Upvoted as unpopular.

I feel like Americans handle heritage in a really weird way, as if it was the main (sometimes, sole) component of identity. In a way that I don’t see people in other places doing - not even places with heavy immigration, such as here in the Southern Cone.

Often putting those people into boxes. And expecting them to behave as someone who belongs to that box.

Maps like this remind me that I suck at geography. Whoever annotated those things knows considerably more about USA than I do.

Pets? One of my cats found a nice solution for that: recruit some dumb human as her heating pillow. (The “dumb human” is me, by the way.) And when I’m not on the bed she sleeps inside a blanket folded in the shape of a pocket.

…although winter here rarely goes below 0°C, subtropical region and all that shit. If I was a bit souther I’d probably have some heaters in the bedrooms, and that’s it - there’s no reason to heat the whole house.

In theory, yes. In practice, no.

The association between meaning and word is arbitrary, but socially dictated. You’d need to have other people accepting that that word conveys that meaning in at least some context.

Only if it’s lead acetate. You’d need vinegar or at least wine, not whisky.

Macanudo time? Macanudo time!

1. Martincito has no friends.
2. Until an imaginary person appears.
3. They say that they’re called: Olga.
4. And they have no friends either. [Speech bubble: “Hi Olga.”]
5. Now Olga and Martincito are friendless together.

1. Do you like this dress, Madariaga? (Madariaga is the teddy bear.)
2. It’s my favourite.
3. Which are your fav…
4. :O
5. Madariaga! You’re naked!
6. Fellini! (Fellini is the cat.)
7. Have you noticed that Madariaga is naked? He doesn’t wear cl…
8. You too!
9. And why would I cover this masterpiece?

Yeah, it doesn’t. Specially not for stuff like butter, as it’s really hard to measure a “normal” tablespoon.

(It could be worse though. My grandma’s measurements were basically “put an amount of [ingredient]”, “aah, you eyeball it”, or “enough to fill that dish”. I guess cup/tbsp/tsp is a progress from that.)

Yup, it is that messy.

On a lighter side, although cups/Tbsp/tsp are still in use, they got padronised to 240/15/5ml.

Brazil got a weird twist on that: metric everywhere, except for most kitchen ingredients. Including stuff like “a can of milk” (milk is not sold in cans here), “a requeijão glass of [ingredient]”, so goes on.

This is not unpopular. At least acc. to my experience.

They evolved. Just like they would inside your body.

…in Brazil those are sold in skewers, people call them kafta. And yes, if you don’t take care while shaping them, they’ll look, well… not really appetising.

At least for my ex-fiancée it was about the link between husband and wife, plus tradition. It was basically “I’m married, you see?”. Just like a ring.

(We talked a fair bit about this stuff, as back then I was planning to add my maternal surname to my legal name. She was OK taking either surname.)

Thanks for sharing this data - it’s great.

It actually makes sense; if cat urine contained ammonia the smell would be gone once you washed your cat’s impromptu litterbox, since ammonia is both volatile and highly soluble. And yet it keeps stinking - this hints that there’s something else there producing that ammonia by decomposition. (Probably proteins. Cats eat a lot more protein than we do.)

Note: chlorine gas is the one that leaks from an open bleach bottle, and gives it a distinctive smell. The ones created by reacting bleach with ammonia are chloramines, considerably more poisonous.

That’s one of my cats.

The other wants to be cuddled 25h/day.

How much time until this bot gets banned by “harassment”?