I’ve definitely witnessed a few people do that swerve, and then do it again a few seconds later because they didn’t put their fucking phone down. Comparing them to drunk drivers is absolutely correct.

I wanted to learn to play HR#2 after watching Bugs do it for years. Little did I know that Liszt had giant hands and twelve fingers.

Lots of Tannhauser in that one too. “Weeeetuuun, my wuv…”

Wool knitters generally wash their sweaters only when they’re truly dirty. Otherwise they tend to air them out and rotate. Here is a super basic set of suggestions; I found it just by searching “caring for wool sweaters.” I know there’s probably a sense that base layers and socks which are very close to the skin (and near areas that tend to get smelly) might need more frequent washing, but since you have enough sets to rotate, I would try rotating and airing out first to see if they really hold on to the stink as much as one might fear. If they’re really wool, I think they’ll work themselves out. And it’s worth noting that wet wool has its own funky smell that detergent isn’t going to cover, so don’t freak out if it smells while washing when you do resort to it.

Okay sorry this is gonna come off as snarky but, how much merino wool stuff are we talking? Like one sweater? A couple? How much detergent do you really need? Wool also doesn’t need washing constantly, not like “regular” clothes like cotton or polyester. It has some of its own antimicrobial qualities as far as I know. I’m a knitter, I work primarily with merino and honestly I don’t wash my stuff all that often. (I don’t like knitting socks though; maybe they’d need it more often.) A small bottle of soak lasts me a loooong time.

I had a similar incident; I was in the second lane of a freeway and a truck was going to merge into the first lane from a cloverleaf, and my Tesla freaked the fuck out and slammed on the breaks. I was lucky there wasn’t a car behind me for a bit.

My purse got stolen once and my Sony Ericsson T300 (and my favorite lipstick) were in it, and nothing will ever emotionally live up to that phone. I loved it and I probably love it more because it was taken from me before I got tired of it.

I did this once when I was a kid. Saw a bug, grabbed my hunter cat and hoisted him up, expecting him to swat at it. Oh he smashed it, and then brought it to his mouth and started chomping. I had no idea to expect this and was so grossed out that I dropped him (sorry kitty — he was totally fine, if a little disgruntled).

Now my cats are pampered princesses with no huntress instinct whatsoever so I’ve resorted to a fly swatter.

This assumes the legal system is infallible.

I lived through those brownouts but I was a teen and didn’t understand what was going on, just that it was annoying. We had just moved into a house in a very hot part of town where the wind goes to die and it suuuuucked.

Maybe that’s why I get away with mine so easily; I always knit on circulars, even when knitting flat, so the needles themselves are pretty short.

Dude I take my knitting needles on board all the damn time with no issue. I guarantee I can fuck you up more drastically with my slender nickel-plated metal needles than your little collar stiffeners. That’s messed up.

“MAWP”

Cats often shake their prey to break their necks so it’s very possible to make a kill without piercing the skin (or, in this case, exoskeleton?).

Source: my cat sometimes shakes her head when eating her kibble like a pampered, indoor cat who has never caught live prey would know to do.

I watched the show and then within the last year listened to the audiobooks. In book 4? I think? Amos is talking to Peaches about how humans are tribal, and their tribes expand when times are good but shrink when times are bad. And yeah, it was kind of a mind-blown moment for me because I’d never thought of it that way before.

I did this once after getting these toothbrushes for my kids. Of course we didn’t figure it out before opening the package. Thankfully I found someone in the school community who could use them. Sorry it happened to you, too!

I bet there are at least some working there who have their heads in the sand about how bad a company it is and just want to believe they’re good people doing good work. I don’t think many people want to admit to themselves that they’re just doing something for money. But yeah… the proverbial rock they live under must be mountain-sized.

Can’t speak for the hillbillies but Lucy stands up, for the most part. She was a real one. It is funny seeing hers and Ricky’s separated twin beds for filming, though.

My husband once joked that I like to drink my bread. It is so hard to find a good Hefe where I am. I’m tired of the IPA trend.

Random. No, why?