Cat litter box, or the bottom of the hay bag for my guinea pig.
Cat litter box, or the bottom of the hay bag for my guinea pig.
Which is cheaper, switch out manufacturing processes and change the whole industry, or tell the consumer in a commercial that it’s all on them?
I have so many, but today I was listening to the radio and was really getting into Elton John’s “I’m Still Standing”, Heart’s “Crazy On You”, and Peter Schilling’s “Major Tom”. It was truly a good day on the radio.
Didn’t expect that.
I’m going to second this one. I volunteer for an air museum and it’s folks from late 30s and up.
Edit: accidentally submitted before I was done typing
I usually don’t when it’s just for me. But if I’m feeding more, it can be better with more people. But not often do I have to feed more than three and it makes sense.
Check out Tailscale. They have 20 machine limit on the free plan. It runs on wireguard and is pretty secure.
Uncle Buck
When I was young, my mom told me that Dad went to work too make money. In my head, I had envisioned him going to an office and running machines that made coins. Imagine my disappointment when I got to visit him at work and there were no coin making machines.
I forgot, nothing is ever done for the consumer.
Back when many of these laws were created, car manufacturers were way worse than franchise dealerships for the consumer.
I’ve lived in the Detroit area all my life and only a couple of years ago did I realize that it was a regional style of pizza. Just always assumed square pizza was a norm. And I just don’t prefer it to a standard round pizza with a thick sauce.
Not all the time. I worked for a company that treated me pretty well around the union, but the union would protect the workers who screwed up and would get them back, even when the screw up was a major one that violated booze laws. And since it was seasonal work, they didn’t really have a good method for helping find work out of the season… I really think the company would still act the same without the union.
I’m running out of the house screaming like a banshee that just discovered cocaine.