Quench your thirst with sausage infused water by throwing a respectable number of Vienna sausages in one of those infuser bottles.

Wtf did I just read?

Oh I know this game. I’ve always thought it would be funny to use raw onions in the place of apples in caramel apples and pass them out on Halloween.

I’m going to qualify this—all vertebrate eyes have a blind spot. Cephalopods also have eyes that are like vertebrates (this type of eye is called ‘camera eyes’), but their eye anatomy is such that no blind spot exists for them.

Piggybacking on your fact about the brain effectively editing what we visually perceive, we don’t see our nose (unless you made a concerted effort to look at it) because the brain ignores it.

A crow eating chicken and a human eating beef are actually really good parallels. Crows and chicken are 91 million years diverged while cows and humans 94 million years diverged.

CMD ` (backtick) will switch between application windows, if that’s what was frustrating you.

Was this ‘foreign object’ a certain social media founder’s rat penis?

Let’s unpack this.

Do you mean that convicted baby-eater and Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg, who died 17 days ago at the age of 153, had rat’s penis transplanted onto him?

Or do you mean that Mark Zuckerberg, sole founding member of Rat Penis Enthusiasts’ Quarterly, had a rat transplanted onto his penis?

I’m asking because the details matter in these trying times.

I’m not particularly good at any one thing. I have a PhD, but not in a subject that’s “practical” in the post apocalypse. I’m physically fit enough, but I’m not a paragon of strength or agility. Relatedly, I’m in my mid30s, so not old, but not spry either. I’m handy enough to fix things with instruction and some light jury-rigging, but I’m hardly a Macguyver-type. I’ve never fired a gun before, but I can probably learn to use one.

Assuming I’m not killed instantaneously, or shortly thereafter, I’m an extra set of hands or an additional mouth to feed, depending on your perspective. Charitably, I’m analytically-minded and useful enough in the field, low to middle management type; less charitably, I’m an NPC type that happens to have some amusing dialog.

In a movie or tv show following a group in the post apocalypse, I think I’d be like the 4th to die; dignified enough to have established a minor story arch, but certainly not enough to be a main character. Also not so unimportant that I’m killed off screen (or worse yet, ret-conned).

I think I agree with you in general. My point is more that we tend to forget that wild animals are among us everywhere and we really do need to take care to be aware of that, but maybe I didn’t communicate that well.

Im not discounting the comment OP’s observation, but I think it’s also important to consider the inevitability of an outbreak like this in light of invasive species, non-species, and not-so-genetically diverse farm animals.

What’s often missed by the lay-folks is that there’s plenty of wildlife that is capable of contracting and transmitting these diseases. Sure, many zoos have intense quarantine protocols, but if zoo animals have any overlap with local wildlife, they are potentially exposed to disease. Many zoos (at least that I can think of) do not keep out local wildlife—be it pigeons, house sparrows, or squirrels.

Bags of chickens from a local, shitty farmer trying to get rid of sick birds? Possible, if a little conspiratorial. Ubiquitous wild animals interacting with zoo animals and livestock? Probably a little more likely (at least to me).

Source: me, I’m a biologist, albeit not a disease ecologist.

Dollar Store John Travolta: I Shit Myself Edition

I’ve always thought sky burials are pretty cool, but as a person living in North America who has no plans to move to Tibet or take up Buddhism, that’s completely impractical. Next best thing might be for my to be placed on a body farm.

I forget which one, but one of the Between the buried and me albums has an instrumental release. Honestly, all of their albums I recommend regardless because the musicianship is excellent.

Scale the summit is more along the lines of prog metal but purely instrumental (I think).

Protest the hero is prog metal that has a near minimal amount of death growl (still some).

Animals as leaders which has been mentioned by several people.

Exivious is decent, I’m like 90percent sure they’re instrumental.

There’s a Japanese band called té, which is way more prog rock but you might like that.

Death, despite being one of the progenitors of death metal, is less intense on the death metal growl vocals. To me, early death metal in general is a bit different sounding than modern death metal. Regardless, Death has a pure instrumental song called Voice of the soul which is part acoustic. It’s probably one of the most acoustically beautiful songs written in the genre.

Worst party ever.

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By this definition, Xolo wouldn’t fit because the x in Xolo is somewhere between sh- and ch-. It’s a Nahuatl word and many (if not all) Xs are sh-/ch-.

Sorry for being pedantic.

Either “I’m not dead yet” or “I’m still alive” with a somewhat halfhearted “I guess…” Trailing behind.

Once upon a time I was a little more cheerful and gave answers like “Celebrating my streak of consecutive days lived”.

Free: gently used jerk-off-chair. Never bare-assed it, but spritzed with fabreez anyway. Sticky texture is from woodfinish/varnish. Should hold most earthly humans, but if you’re worried about it holding your weight, you can come try it out. Pick-up only.

“I’m alive” is an appropriately ambiguous answer, imo.