toynbee

I agree, it seems odd; however, I will state that my kid’s school provides an app that allows you to communicate in both directions with teachers. They also use the app to make general announcements like closure for snow, etc. My wife is generally the one doing non-in-person communicating so I haven’t actually used the app (I only recently learned it exists), but hopefully the teacher can filter notifications outside of school hours.

Were I a teacher, I’d be glad to have a way to communicate without sharing personal information.

Fair enough. Thank you.

I just don’t print.

“Gainsay” is antiquated? Huh.

I know, but only because of an early episode of Family Guy.

My mom called this “read and regurgitate.”

Ever watch Cool Hand Luke?

So how long have you lived in Baltimore?

Cognitive behavioral therapy, right?

… Right?

Back on Reddit, I once saw a lengthy debate about whether this or what you meant should be the default assumption when seeing that acronym. I don’t think either participant left satisfied, which I suppose was appropriate.

I’m a man, but I like it when my wife has orgasms. Often I do, too. Sometimes the two coincide and I really like that.

I suspect men of old also loved their lovers, though not universally. Hopefully the ladies came as well.

“it’s a psychological horror sort of film,” you say, clearly not remembering the part where he abruptly opens his eyes and sprays blood from them.

… But yes, you got exactly right what I was referencing, thanks for the assist!

Wasn’t he just copyright protection after Shazam was unveilled?

I have three arms!

For sure. When my rollover happened I was alone - no dependents and no one in the car with me. Now I have a wife and a daughter and if anything threatened to happen to them, especially under my care, I would be terrified.

Again, though; I absolutely believe you were justifiably frightened in the moment, but I’m glad things worked out!

So how was it working with Robin Williams?

When I met my now-wife, she worked at Five Guys. Every workday she’d come home smelling like burgers and ketchup. I have a pretty limited sense of smell, so I enjoy most (but not universally all) things I can smell. That these were the smell of food I enjoyed also helped. I kinda miss those times, though she’s much happier no longer working that job.

I don’t know how I smelled. Hopefully not unpleasant.

It’s good that you and your wife made it through that experience okay.

I once rolled my car just due to driving in the snow down a mountain. It wasn’t quite scary like yours - in fact, I remember feeling a detachment as I started sliding towards an obstacle, thinking basically “okay, this is going to happen. I can’t do anything about it. What can I do to minimize the damage?”

I never ended up hitting the obstacle. The car rolled and I think the material of the roof generated more friction than the tires had, so I stopped sooner.

The car performed one full rotation, landing on one side, then the roof, then the other side, then back right side up. The interesting thing to me is that I didn’t realize the car was rolling until all the loose objects in the car started, from my perspective, defying gravity, then started obeying it again.

I came out completely physically unhurt, but one of the loose objects in the car was a jack. I saw it fly straight past my head. That could have been bad.

As I said, it was snowing and I was on a mountain in Pennsylvania. It was a long time ago and cell phone coverage wasn’t very good, let alone in that area. I ended up walking into the drainage ditch (figuring that the debris there might give my shoes more traction, maybe not the best idea in retrospect, but I neither slipped nor fell) and walking up to knock on the door of the nearest house to call a tow truck. I think it was nine or ten pm.

I couldn’t really see the resident, but I could see their feet on their recliner and the TV they were watching. The first time I knocked, there was no reaction. I waited a short while and knocked again and saw them reach to turn the TV up.

I got the message and walked to the next house. They were much more helpful.

Bread sandwich

That clip synced surprisingly well with the song my phone was playing (“The Bar Song” by Delta Ash).

edit: Autocorrect strikes again. Changed “point” to “phone.”