Warhammer appeals to a lot of chuds who aren’t in on the joke.

Not good, mushy and fatty.

It’s garbage “science”, Lamarckian evolution for a new generation.

Hideo Kojima games may be interactive movies and not to your taste but “poorly made” they aren’t.

There are plenty of people who sincerely believe in Roko’s basilisk.

The big predators live in the water.

I’d also be more worried about crossing paths with a moose than any predator (other than a polar bear), they’ll stomp you to death for existing too close and can’t be reasoned with.

I was quite near a black bear once but with a group of people so I felt pretty secure. It actually followed us for like a mile walking late at night, middle of winter along a mountain road. Technically I don’t know it was a black bear because we didn’t see it, but we heard it keeping pace in the darkness maybe fifty feet away and it’s the only thing (other than Bigfoot) that checks all the boxes for that behavior. A deer wouldn’t be doing that and if it had been a mountain lion we wouldn’t have heard it.

I’ve seen brown bears from a distance and from inside a car. I’ve been close to coyotes, swam near sharks, always with people or with some kind of barrier.

The one that freaked me out was different. I was living in California and regularly hiked the nearby trails, my favorite being up Cerro San Luis. One day I decided I wanted to watch the sunset from the peak so I grabbed my water bottle and walking stick (tall and pointy) and set out in the evening. It was gorgeous! Fog rolled in right as the horizon lit up all shades of red, really breathtaking. I watched until it got dark and that’s when I realized I had neglected to bring a light of any kind. (This would have been ~2012. Whatever phone I had was not particularly useful for illumination.) The night was moonless, and the trail was now blanketed in thick fog.

I got lost.

I took the wrong turn at a fork and didn’t realize until I was clear under the fog a mile or two the wrong direction. While contemplating my situation I happened to glance a dark shape just barely silhouetted against the clouds. Something on four legs that watched me for a few moments then silently melted away. In that moment I remembered seeing “mountain lion sighting” warning signs at the trailhead earlier that month and felt an intense, primal sensation I’ve not experienced before or since. Being stalked, being hunted, in such a precarious position… I picked up a large stone and waited in silence for at least ten minutes, grateful the whole time that I always hiked with my stick, before I decided it was safe to pick my way back up to where I got turned around. Slowly, cautiously, nauseous from the adrenaline, until on the main trail I ran into a family of four merrily returning from the top with headlamps and I rather sheepishly asked to join them. (They were nice about it). I don’t night-hike solo anymore.

In the light of a new day I went back and looked around and I’m pretty sure what I saw was a large bobcat rather than a mountain lion, which would have still been worrying given the circumstance of being nearly blind, so I wasn’t in as much mortal danger as I felt. In the moment I’m not sure if “afraid” is the right word. Yes there was fear but it was tempered by other instincts. I was prepared to fight that animal with a rock and a pointy stick just like our distant ancestors would have, and everything in my mind and body was shifted into that very specific gear. No coherent “I could die here” thoughts or anything like that.

What do you think of them in general?

I’m glad they’re out there. Even if I had been attacked I wouldn’t bear them any ill will, that’s just carnivores being carnivores. I was more careful after that to avoid a similar situation but I don’t want wild spaces to lose their large predators. It’s pretty easy to be safe and share the planet.

Eggs and omelettes.

I love to celebrate good food with the friends and family I care deeply about, and I love seeing them happy. There’s people who arent worth it, like the OP no-contact can be the best choice and there’s swaths of my family I don’t talk to, but throwing the baby out with the bathwater here just makes life less full.

Why? It’s fun to celebrate stuff.

I’m not crazy!

Tex-Mex and Cali-Mex are culinary traditions with roots that predate the American states they’re named for.

Hey, that doesn’t actually work because they don’t give a shit. You aren’t “teaching the establishment a lesson” because they don’t actually need your vote to enrich themselves. Meanwhile the Overton window steadily slides to the right.

The difference is that voting for corporate democrats is harm reduction and abstaining is leaving room for the unabashed fascists.

Fascism is when step on snek, obviously.

Hell yeah baby. I love when current slang is just referencing mid 2000s memes only weirdos on 4chan knew about.

Nah Swift is for 36 year old women.

A professional I asked noted though that for protein-heavy residues (like egg), hot water could bake it on before the dishwasher starts cleaning it.

And a little detergent in the pre-wash helps a lot with that. (My machine, a Bosch, does not have a pre-wash compartment so I just spill a little when I fill it.)

Medical industry is the only place I can see the justification. There’s so much plastic waste in food production, delivery, and storage.