The pharmacist did say that it was to reduce the queasiness since both the antibiotic and the steroid I was prescribed are apparently quite rough on the stomach, so I have to take the pills with food, which I inferred to mean as a meal. Which was fine when I took them with lunch and dinner yesterday since obviously that’s gonna be tons of food to go with it, but then it came to this morning, and I don’t normally eat breakfast. I wasn’t sure if something simple like toast or a granola bar which I would take with the morning dose would be enough food to counteract it, since obviously I didn’t want to spend my morning with a miserable stomach.

What extension is that? Sounds like something I’d want.

It’s sometimes used here, I think it depends how English you are. I just use “lol” but my fiancée does use “mdr” with other French speakers.

Depends on how the fight resolved. Sometimes you get snippy for a bit but ultimately either come to an agreement or the fight resolves and that’s it. You rankle for a bit after, get over it, and move on.

Sometimes the fight isn’t about what you’re fighting about. They’ve had a bad day and it manifests as some bitchy comments about how the dishes were done. You stop fighting about the dishes but you’re still upset because they’re taking their bad day out on you, or they’re still upset because they feel you don’t care about them. These can last much longer because the fight revealed bad blood, but didn’t do anything to address it.

A French one is common enough that it’s used in English- “Répondez, s’il vous plaît” (Respond, if you please) is where we get RSVP. “SVP” is also sometimes used as a shorthand for “please”, at least in Quebecois.

I remember Dolly Parton singing about her.

They sell them cut like that as dog treats, with the hole packed with food. Probably either dragged out as a treat for some camper’s dog or scavenged by wildlife and abandoned when the good stuff was gone.

Maybe we also should talk about not needing to work so many hours that it’s necessary to ration the sun then, too.

I truly do not care even one little bit about whether it stays on daylight time or standard time, I just want to never have to perform this absurd little ritual ever again.

Could be exercise-induced asthma? I get this as well and only found out it wasn’t a common affliction a few weeks ago, when it was pointed out that this might be a cause. For me at least, after a while the pain gets so bad that every time I swallow it feels like my throat doesn’t want to reopen.

Nuclear power, genetics, steam power, modern explosives…

Vancouver has a steam heating system around Gastown, which is what powers the famous steam-powered clock there (at least since they repaired it).

The big question then becomes: “is that behaviour inherent to all systems like this, or just this one?” Like, if you go to the store, buy a basic sprinkler, and then test it and it behaves exactly opposite to how you might expect it to. Or it does something completely unexpected, like phases into another dimension and starts pumping strawberry jam. Your next step shouldn’t be to say “Oh, weird, I guess that’s that.” You’d start knocking down variables. Is it the same with every sprinkler or just this one? Does the amount of suction applied affect it? If I replace the water with something else does the outcome change?"

If you’re doing research like this, you’re kind of expected to do the same sort of elaboration even if the result of a basic experiment conforms precisely to your hypothesis, because the question isn’t if any given sprinkler setup behaves in this way, it’s about whether this is a universal phenomenon across all similar setups. Because there’s an xkcd for everything, it’s this.

Larian isn’t especially big though, even with the success of BG3, a purchase like this is likely would be well outside what they could hope to afford.

By far the best way I’ve found to use the false Hydra so far is a week or two ahead of a session, to send out a link about the false Hydra to your group and be like “look at this neat monster I found!” Then present them with a story about people disappearing from a village and watch them invent their own false Hydra.

I can’t help but feel like if we didn’t live in a capitalist hellscape, the increasing democratization of art would be unambiguously a good thing. I’d be more than happy to see “art as decoration” (as opposed to “art as a human means of expression”) opened to being something shunted off to machines, if it weren’t for the fact that this is a method that people currently use to make sure they have enough money to not starve to death in the cold. Advertising art of polar bears drinking Coke is nicer to look at than big block text saying “consume”, but it’s hardly a soulful expression of the human condition. Or maybe it is, which is even more depressing, but the ultimate apotheosis of this is pushing that sort of messaging to robots to make anyway.

Meanwhile, giving people who aren’t necessarily “artistic” a vehicle to create art as a means of expressing themselves is also really neat, and in the hands of people who are artistic, it gives them a low-impact tool for pre-visualization, inspiration, and a new medium to experiment with. It also reduces barriers for people with disabilities to make art. I’d love to see artists training LLM systems on their own work as a way of sharing their “style” with the world — something which is difficult to justify in a world where your style is something that needs to be jealously protected against copyright infringement, which again comes down to needing to monetize your expression as a matter of survival.

The premise is interesting, and the mystery of “what’s happening to Tom” as he gets this weird body horror transformation is actually fairly well done. But any time that a scriptwriter types the word “evolution” into a keyboard there’s should be an automatic spray bottle that pops out of the computer that spritzes them in the face and shouts “No! Bad!” Because any sci-fi script that mentions evolution is inevitably going to completely fuck it up.