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But it’s not just the cat. OP wants to track the foods the cat is eating and the allergens in the food, and then look for correlations and trends. You could manage most of that with a spreadsheet, but you’d have to update reference tables every time you add a new entry. OP wants something user friendly.

If it’s Philly, it might be Jason Kelce. He’s been spotted in the burbs driving around in his cybertruck with an Eagles bumper sticker on the back.

OooOOOOoooOOOOOoooo Everyone is going to go around and say something about themselves…

I feel like that’s who he was playing as Aquaman. I never got a King of Atlantis vibe, even a reluctant one, from his portrayal. But a renegade badass who does whatever the fuck he wants and represents an almost parody of gritty anti-heroes? Maybe it’s not a perfect Lobo, but it sure isn’t Aquaman.

Except then I don’t share anything with my friends and slowly lose them anyway because I’m boring.

I tried to get into his music, but then he told me to stop and I did.

Bats on the floor are obviously Rats, because the bottom of the B is obscured by the puddle they’re standing on.

Still working for me.

I can not nod any slower.

I’m not entirely sure, because I’ve never gotten the hang of Twitter. But reading between the lines, I think this is the sequence of events:

Libertarian twit tweets a death threat against Harris.

Libertarian twit is reminded of the rules (and common decency) and removes the offending tweet.

Libertarian twit passive aggressively tweets about having removed the tweet they twote, invoking the promises of free speech to imply that Leon was censoring their tweets and trampling on their freedoms.

Leon responds to the complaint with the tweet the twit twote, simultaneously demonstrating that the twit is a twat and amplifying the message.

Good point.

The game mechanic is incredibly simple, and has been cloned a million times. The graphics weren’t anything special, so really the only thing special about Flappy Bird is the name Flappy Bird.

It’s a reference to spam callers. For a few years, right around when everyone was realizing they shouldn’t answer the phone for unknown callers, it was really common to get calls that, if you picked up, would play a pre-recorded message along the lines of “Hello! We’ve been trying to get in touch with you regarding your car’s extended warranty. You may be entitled to money and blowjobs, and if your warranty expires, your hair will fall out and your car will be repossessed. To speak to a representative, press 1. Por habla Esperanto, marqué νούμερο 二.”

If you pressed 1, you would ostensibly be connected to a high-pressure sales rep trying to sell you a worthless maintenance contract. Nobody is really certain, though, because despite hundreds of millions of people receiving twelve of these calls each day, not one person every stayed on the line longer than “regarding…” In fact, my memory on the end of that message might be a fabrication, because I don’t think I ever heard it.

And likely a fair bit of bone and connective tissue, but it’s all been processed and homogenized.

I mean, I’ve never heard it before, but I don’t claim to be an authority on the parlance of our time.

Are we calling Mercedes Benzes “Mercs” now?

Perplexica? What sort of sauce goes with that?

For a minute I legit thought Italy had dropped a new pasta shape.

Carry a ladder, security will open gates for you.

Then you need an expert on the equipment. If the person who tagged it out didn’t document why, and isn’t available to answer questions, then someone needs to do a full diagnostic and maintenance on whatever it is. Really, asking the person who failed to document the reason shouldn’t even be considered an option. Memories are unreliable. Anyone with the authority to lock out equipment should be trained on the procedure.

The original person who locked the switch fucked up, but that sort of fuckup is precisely why LOTO procedures exist. Safety regs are written in blood. 500 years ago, some well-meaning technician found some equipment that was broken and put it aside to fix later. One of their colleagues found the equipment, not realizing it was broken, tried to use it and immediately died a gruesome death.

Safety is diametric to convenience. Somebody cuts a corner somewhere, and the safest thing to do is overreact.