(For extra body horror, so read up on accessory bones.)

I had such bad plantar fasciitis a few years ago that I changed my walking gait, which changed the stress on my feet, and caused me to break an accessory bone next to my ankle I didn't even know I had!

Luckily (?) the eight weeks I wasn't able to walk and the PT afterwards dealt with the fasciitis.

Luckily this just means I need to wring out the rug and grab a mop but still, argh, plumbing.

I apparently cursed myself by replying to this. Came down to the basement (where my work desk is) to discover that the bidet developed a slow leak sometime over the weekend and now the bathroom is a quarter inch underwater.

Okay, "Birbhouse in your Soul" is excellent, 10/10, no notes.

I once found out how much my plumber charges for an after-hours call on Christmas Eve under similar circumstances.

I'm gonna be honest with you, I'd dearly love to be there but it's the same time as my kid's rock concert....

Do you and KB want to hear a bunch of teens at a rock concert?

That's the only reason I opened the images!

That's very awesome.

I am pretty sure only via commenting on your posts :)

I love this for you.

Welcome to NYC!

New Year's Eve, 2000. All my friends are out of town, I'm sitting by myself in the House of Pies drinking coffee and eating pecan pie. At 10 they closed and kicked me out, so I walked around the streets of Houston until 1am and then went home.

As a NY resident, I really need this headline to clarify *which* NY cemetery is full of bees.

It's okay, it's East Lawn Cemetery in Ithaca, those of us not in Ithaca are safe.

I mean, she clearly isn't wrong.

I really need a wiki with explanations for things like "Why does Tom Tomorrow draw the VP like a bellhop?" and "Why does Midnight Pals have the bit about the briefcase full of spaghetti?"

My family is under strict orders to never touch my moka pot.

Good luck!

I had better see a record number of reposts on this.

This sounds like one of the Applied Theology footnotes from Singularity Sky by @cstross.bsky.social .

This is absolutely a phrase that has entered my lexicon.

Yes.

I started smoking cloves in high school (fellow 90s goth kid here), and stopped smoking entirely in 2000.

And still, every fall when I make a pumpkin pie and open the cloves, I suddenly have the worst craving for a smoke.

It would definitely require invasive cranial surgery.

My proposal to the NFL is to require at least one trans player per team on the field at all times.

Gotta be honest, I love going to a Cyclones game much more than any major league game. I'm a lot closer to the action, the stadium is right on the beach at Coney Island, and I can ride the actual Cyclone before or after.

Let me know if you come down for a game, it'll be like 2000 all over again.

I was kinda vaguely wondering what was taking so long but you're right, he cares much more about the Dow than about killing a lot of servicemen, he would absolutely want to time this for the markets.

The first time a therapist explained this to me I got so mad because.... It's 100 percent true.

After I left organic chem grad school, it only took five years for my sense of smell to recover!

I swear, I thought this was the thread of favorite Onion headlines at first.

My wife would divorce me, then re-marry me just so she could divorce me a second time.

I was completely thrown out of a deep future space opera once, when the Russian-decended space admiral turned to his subordinate and said, "It's all gone pear-shaped!"