Where does Italy stand on the genocide label?

I buy enamel pins and stickers. Shit is totally rip offs but they look good.

Small world! Used to go to Pioneer Days when I was a little shit.

Good to know. I moved out over a year ago. Going back EOM for a family visit. Hate landing anywhere dry, so I’ll probably check these out.

Still waiting for legal grass.

Worked great for a week, then the following week I had nothing organized and couldn’t remember where the bottle was left.

I’ve got two fixes that have helped me. The first is that I now have a bright folio case making it easier to spot. Black cases in the evening made it impossible. The second was Google home’s “find my phone”. From any room in my house, I tell it to find my phone and it’ll call. Huge lifesaver.

My meds

Only issue is that I have a team of developers and none of them are extremely proficient in it. It’s not really a language we use often.

That’s actually reassuring to hear. Aside from Chilli, it’s the only program I’ve ever used (12 years going). I’ve got teamates pushing for changes but jira comes at a high cost. Redmine may look old and I hate that it’s written on ruby, but it’s free and with some plugins it’s been able to suite our needs well.

Only ever used Redmine.

This is how I water my potted plants.

What’s the market look like for these? Homemade to top tier brands?

Why make things bacon flavored then? Where’s my Tide Pods flavored go-gurts?

Found my way there but have taken the path of absurdism. It has changed my life.

I honestly didn’t know what was going to happen. I was house sitting my parents place and they don’t live close to a hospital. A quick Google search and I assumed I’d be okay. If it didn’t work out that way, well, I was ready for that too.

Years back, I had too close an interaction with one. Was morning and I rolled out a bed, put on a shirt from a luggage bag and walked to the kitchen. I felt a needle into my stomach but my first thought was maybe a thread from my waist line. Felt another needle jam and looked down the neck hole of my shirt.

That’s when I saw the ugly mf crawling up the shirt side of my inner shirt toward me. I yanked that T off so fast. It was able to scurry under the oven and I never saw it again. Had cramps the entire day and minor bruising shortly after but that was it.

Thanks. Doc and I had a conversation about it just recently. He’s closing shop which means I’m back to shuffling record releases that go many moves and a decade plus long. There’s a quality of life that I’ve come to appreciate; it can get expensive finding a doctor that shares the same viewpoint.

Is the drive still there at all? Only a few days of no-dose and I no longer have the energy or consideration to even be motivated.

How so?