But nostalgia isn’t something that can be defined so casually. You can’t say a thing is nostalgic simply because it’s past.
That's not nostalgia, it's just that they screwed the first one up so bad. They've got James Gunn this time, who directed the Guardians movies, so it might be decent, but it depends on the writing.
The fact I can’t set the default search on amazon to ‘Prime’ and ‘Lowest to highest’. Why the piss do I need to go through the rigmarole of setting this criteria for EVERY new search?!
"what do you mean you have a nutrition coach? You're so skinny!" "Why do you go to the gym? Its not like you need to lose weight" -dad, when i told him i was meal prepping- "so you think you're fat?" How does me trying to be healthier equate to me wanting to lose weight/be skinnier? Why do i have to be "fat" in order to go to the gym? Its like saying "why do you read? Its not like you're stupid or anything" cant i just do it because it makes me feel good???
Let's make the business end of phone and tablet charging cables out of sheet metal, so they'll twist and bend their way to uselessness as soon as possible, and destroy the connector on the device in the process.
When YouTube reviewers use titles like ‘Top 10 affordable watches” or “The best affordable interchangeable lens cameras” Just give me a damn figure!! Affordable is entirely subjective!
I read a men's style blog once that listed some affordable dress shirts starting at $600 per. Somebody's got a different idea of what it's acceptable for dollops of curry to land on in the cafeteria than I do.
Exactly. I don’t mind a watch expert arguing that £300 is entry level for a decent timepiece, whether one agrees with that or not, we have at least a datum, but don’t leave it at ‘affordable’ because that, quite frankly, tells the individual bugger all!
£300 isn't a 'decent timepiece', it's jewelry (or jewellery - check local listings). My $30 Timex is a decent timepiece.
That the s and d are so close together on the keyboard. When typing out a example sentence on my phone, I often mix up tenses due to this: She gazes into his eyes as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Gazed! I meant gazed!
Probably the right place. Went to a new "specialty foods" shop today. Nothing weird, just a little bit higher end/imported stuff that you wouldn't find in the local supermarket. And as is normal here, they were playing some sort of cable radio on the overhead. Not too loud, but I noticed that it was what sounded like an American woman rapping. It was a little hard to understand her due to the background noise and her style of rapping. Mumble rap maybe? Long drawn-out vowels, imprecise consonants. Not my style of music, but I'm not here to criticize that. Nor am I here to criticize the choice of music, although a young lady who seemed to be upset about her boyfriend not meeting her sexual needs due to his infidelities is not what I'd expect to be listening to while discovering a local source for both black and white truffle salt. I clearly remember the day I walked past a shop in the mall specializing in clothing for women in their late sixties to well beyond the grave that had Euro death-metal playing... No, the thing that bothered me was that the station had bought the radio edit of the song, so the BGM was swiss-cheesed with silences every time the woman said something explicit in indistinct English that might offend the customers....
Once heard a '101 Strings' version of Pink Floyd's The Wall at my supermarket. Blasphemy. Mostly they play pop by people I've never heard of, usually with a strong recurring stanza, for some reason.
I'll say that one thing that bugs me is that works of fiction (particular comedy series or horror) tend to treat MPD and Dissociative Personality disorder as interchangeable terms. I know fuck all about the subject, but even I know the two are clearly different from eachother. At least games have started to have the courtesy to have a content warning saying that 'this is not a realistic depiction of x, it is purely fictional' To this day I'm not even sure WHAT the difference is, in terms of how the subject and people viewing the subject interact. It's why the only time I'm bothering to touch on a character with such a disorder is in an Ace Attorney fanfic, since Ace Attorney gets a LOT of leeway in terms of character shinanigans (In one case Domestic Violence nearly kills an innocent bystander, but in another case you're cross examining a dolphin to get to the truth about a case) I feel like I can perform an acceptable performance of MPD, assuming it works the way I think it does.
Not really a complaint or criticism, I guess, and it can be funny sometimes, but don't you think that if you owned a tech company in China, you'd hire one guy who can speak and write proper English to handle your PR and documentation?
Managing and corralling my wife's laundry/wardrobe. Why embark on this endeavor at all, you might ask? The answer is simple: self-defense. If I don't attempt to control things, the dirty clothes will migrate into the clean clothes. Her clothes will migrate into my closet and bureau. My clothes (single socks in particular) will disappear into the ether. The towels and sheets might end up hiding anywhere in the house. And my "seasonal" clothes--of which, I don't make a distinction--will end up in this box or that box in the garage/basement/attic/donate pile with no lick of logic. And never mind the constant battle for clothes hangers. We have at least 33% more than we need, but someone everything will end up in her closet, with most of them on the floor beneath another pile of clothes that are half clean, half dirty. And the thing is, I'm not allowed to actually wash them because I don't "understand" the nuances of delicates, spin cycles, and water temperature. Of course, neither does she, as one week she'll insist everything be washed cold and the next week everything warm. So I--again, in the interest of survival--carefully organize her dirty shit into a convenient hamper and tell her, "if you wash and dry everything, I will gladly fold, hang, and organize everything in its predetermined location." So what happens the moment I turn my back? Clothes spread willy-nilly across seven rooms and four laundry baskets. It never ends.
What is it with mosquitos? This annoys me, and I feel rightly so, but around here they seem to have a thing for elbows. I was just out scooping the back yard in preparation for mowing my proprietary blend of weeds and various grasses, and I got hit five times on my left elbow, and six on the right. Eight times on the outside, three on the inside. They didn’t bother with any other exposed skin, just the elbows.
I've gotten exactly three mosquito bites this summer despite spending the majority of my time outdoors. I don't know how that's possible, but I'm not complaining. Anyway, two of those were on my elbows.