I'd try it.

And the stupid doom questions they ended every segment on. The only thing I learned is why low power rocket motors were hard to find back in, was it 2018? It's because their holding company went bankrupt, but then the Estes part got acquired by new people and they started manufacturing up again.

And the imagery it used was pretty random. Showing an unassembled Aerotech motor when talking about Estes' motors? Sorry, dudes, there are no O-rings in a cardboard tube black powder motor. Also, they pronounced Vern's name funny. They used even stresses: Es-Tess instead of ES-tess.

You are far, far more patient than I. And your models show it.

It's a standalone for now, but a sequel in the eventual trilogy will be coming out this summer. If you like it, you can read that, and the other White Rat books. Secondary world fantasy. ADHD representation. Non gender binary representation. Wonderful non-human sapients. That One Scene that is ARRG.

May I recommend Swordheart as a good entry place to her World of the White Rat books? The first page is: a middle aged woman inherits a very minor fortune and so she has locked herself into her room while she tries to figure out how to off herself with what's available. Yes, she has good reasons.

I appreciate the clip, having never seen the movies. But why must every movie be so DARK. I don't mean emotionally, I mean I could barely make out what was on the screen sometimes. And by "barely" I mean "sometimes not at all". <shakes fist at directors>

Your overweening ambition is between you and your lower back!

Baker Creek is associated with the Bundys; the right-wing militia people.

Native Seed SEARCH is, to the best of my knowledge, good people.

Actually the reason manhole covers are round is so you can't drop them into the manhole. Square or rectangular manhole covers can fall into the manhole they're covering if then hit them on the diagonal; it takes WORK (and an extra-big pick-hole) to get a round manhole cover to fall. Ask how I know.

Mulch would kill many of these. They're desert plants and want dry feet.

As will we all. But we're free to make our own inferences, and his current words and actions make him look mighty guilty to me. Both the "how did you know exactly who to threaten with lawyers for specific scenarios" thing and the whole thing about having to apologize to his wife for "mistakes".

Think it through. An *unnamed person* says "WHATever punched me in the left ear at the red light at 1st St." You immediately call Joe Smith, specifically, a liar. Why Joe Smith? You don't know the name of the accuser, but call out JS. It's as if you punched him in the ear, and that's how you knew.

From 1936-38 the Work Projects Administration hired people to interview thousands of formerly enslaved people to preserve their stories. I proofread the OCR of a small part of them for Project Gutenberg. I understand that reaction.

Here they are sorted by state; each has 1-7 books free to download.

My husband and I used to roast his coffee using the "dog bowl" method. Outside, the beans in a stainless steel bowl, a paint stripper heat gun held pointing down at it, stirring constantly with a slowly charring wooden spoon while burning chaff flies into your hair.

Now he has a countertop roaster.

Didn't he used to say they just had to "return it in the original packaging", too? (This was in response to tour groups Always Asking The Same Question, to be clear.)

Worse than softball sized, sometimes: last week a tornado dropped 6.1" (15.5mm) hailstones in a Chicago exurb. That's an inch larger in diameter than a Chicago style softball (16" circumference). You could fire them from a 32-pounder cannon, the second-largest caliber 18th Century English cannon.

I believe that prior to latex condoms, condoms made from sheep intestines had to be soaked in water prior to use, to soften them up. Someone with more knowledge of the history of prophylactics is welcome to correct me, however.

It took several hours for a heavy tow truck to come and remove the lead truck. I don't think they made their arrival time at the next venue.

Never, ever, honk at a moose.

Over the next quarter to half hour, the moose systematically takes apart the cab of the truck. Fortunately for him, the driver was a skinny guy, and squeezed himself under the dash, just out of reach of the antlers. Then it ambled away, a job well done.

The other guys yell NOOOOO, but it's too late. HOOOONK. The moose looks at the truck. The moose is, I'm told, clearly thinking, "Are you trying to steal my women? I bet you're trying to steal my women. How DARE you try to steal my women!" and charges.

Suddenly, the lead truck stops. The other truckers get on the CB to ask what's happening, and he says "There's a moose in the road." Ok, so they'll wait. And wait. And the moose doesn't move. The lead trucker gets on the CB and says, "I'm gonna honk at the moose."

A friend was an 18-wheeler truck driver who drove big name musical act infrastructure from venue to venue. He was part of a caravan of such trucks driving across Canada from Vancouver to somewhere on the east coast, running late, in the small hours of the morning on a mostly deserted highway.

Ooh, it's got a plate you could make something resembling aebleskivvers with! I already have pretty much all of your books in paper form, but good luck on your Waffle Quest!

Oh yes, my mother in law made a dish that was oven roasted shredded carrots and onions. They were done when they were slightly burned around the edges. Delicious.

Ooh, that's a really, really, REALLY good roadsign to get then! When I was a kid we'd play it on the 9-10 hour drive from suburban Chicago to south central Missouri every year. Games could take hours!

This is something I do as well, but forwards. The x rule is the same. No moving vehicles; only vehicles which are being used primarily as signs. When I was a kid we'd play left side of car vs right side; over-road signs counted for either side. Right-side was coveted: less looking behind. Q is hard.

Bodies are weird; I get seasick on small boats, but I never get seasick on cruises, even when it's very rough out. Must be a frequency thing.

1900-14: My grandfather and his twin brother grew up as orphans on a rotation of family farms as unpaid farmhands. The family did commit some mild fraud to make sure that each of them got a different county's college scholarship. They got out of farming and never looked back.

Oh, that makes sense! And I even knew about bone glue....