Yeah that was staged as fuck. Days later he didn’t have so much as a scab. A hangnail takes longer to heal than that shit.

All they had to do was sacrifice a pawn in the audience, and they got their photo op.

Neither do criminal, in Trump’s case. The only justice he isn’t immune to is vigilante, and I’m not holding my breath for that outcome either.

Plot twist: the guy they arrested only tried to kill Kirk, but missed. Turns out some someone else had the same idea at the same time, landed their shot, and spent the next several days confused as hell reading headlines about the shooter turning himself in.

“T minus 10… 9… 8… 7…” System restarting for updates, do not power off… … … Yo, wanna back up all your shit? Click here to let us save a copy of all your shit to our servers! <Yes> <Ask me again tomorrow> Ehhh check that out, it’s time for your FREE upgrade to Windows 11! Click here to… wow, fucking rude. Alright. How about an office suite? Ya want an office suite?? Nevermind that Office is already installed, this one’s special! …what are you a fucking peasant or something? Alright fine, here’s access back to your peasant-ass operating system and an image of a cartoon cat wearing a wrestling belt for some fucking reason. 🖕

“…-T THE FUCK ARE DOING, I SAID ABORT DAMNIT! THE WIND PICKED UP, HARD! YOU CAN’T BRING THE FUEL TANK THROUGH THAT MUCH TURBU–” explodes

Looks like they’re interchangeable. In a clinical setting I’ve only ever used or heard it called a pannus. We even stock “pannus retractors” (basically a sticker with Velcro on the back - sticker part slaps onto the pannus, whole thing gets pushed wherever you need it, then Velcro straps connect to that to hold it on place).

This might be a regional thing, too - chips vs fries kind of situation. Not sure where you’re posting from; I’m in that weird unstable area with all the guns that some orange neanderthal has been busy raping for the last couple of years.

Protests do work… when the people on the receiving end of that message understand that ignoring them is a mortal liability.

Protests stop working when they accomplish nothing and fail to escalate.

Sounds like another CEO could use a high-velocity pat on the back.

Quick search shows a lot of residential and commercial options - a legit scrub sink would probably be overkill, albeit novel. Just bleach the hell out of it if you go the scrub route - those things nasty.

Pannus? I’m talking about the ‘apron’ of abdominal tissue that hangs in front of morbidly obese people. Under those things there’s often a lot of skin breakdown and infection - and in one of my patients, maggot infestation - because it becomes a progressively harder place to keep clean as they pack on more weight, then come to the ER once it looks like something from a zombie movie.

Side note for my larger friends reading this: don’t neglect those nooks and crannies when performing hygiene! Dry it thoroughly, and keep it dry with powder or by keeping a layer of fabric in between areas with a fold so it’s not skin-on-skin. Often those first stages of an infection aren’t painful or anything, so by the time it’s actually bugging you, it’s BAD! Cleaning it can be tricky if your reach is limited, but you can get creative with it - one of my patients would bring a clean towel into the shower, soak it with soapy water, and kinda ‘floss’ into those folds. Dude was pushing 500 lbs, but never had skin issues. Lots of other issues, but he had hygiene down to a science.

Any handle or surface in public areas, assume the person that handled it before you had just finished taking a monster shit and skipped the handwashing before rubbing their pathogen-factories all over it. Photo in OP, there’s not really a good option, so you’re in damage control mode… check for toilet seat liners that some public restrooms stock and grab one of them? At least that’s something the other people handle before getting shit all over their hands.

One of the nastiest assignments I’ve had working in a hospital was ‘Handwashing Monitor’. And let me tell you, I’ve debrided infected wounds; wiped maggots out of some fucker’s pannus; cleaned up every bodily fluid our bodies are capable of cranking out from the floor, walls, and sometimes ceiling; helped amputate limbs that were literally rotten to the bone, and wiped a cumulative mile or two of ass crack…

…apply to nursing school today!!..

…but anyway, Handwashing Monitor. It is beyond appalling the number of patients, visitors, techs, nurses, doctors, housekeepers, you name it… who’d go in and out of patient rooms without performing hand hygiene; or they’d wash their hands, but for like half a second; or not use soap; or turn the faucet on with their grimy-ass hands, do a thorough handwash, then immediately contaminate themselves by grabbing that same dirty-ass faucet with their bare hands to turn it off. The thing that made that position take the crown above all the other examples I gave in the previous paragraph was the realization that the community who is THE single most painfully aware of pathogens and their origins / mechanism of spreading… can’t even wash their fucking hands!

…which brings us back to my opening sentence: it’s not advice on sheer ick factor, but a reasonable assumption based on directly observed evidence.

And no, this wasn’t just a particularly icky hospital: I’ve worked in multiple states for multiple organizations/facilities, and to this day get eye-rolls for asking people to re-wash or even first-wash their hands.

We nasty. Be a germaphobe. End rant.

Fun fact: when two people kiss, they create a long tube that starts and ends with an anus.

Can’t find it for the life of me… Describing a web comic vs actually posting it always feels like a flop, but…

Aliens abduct a physicist, who doesn’t seem to give much of a damn about the abduction but is instead enthused to learn about the alien tech on board, so they give him a tour of the ship. They get to the power reactor and start dropping a bunch of sci-fi jumbo about “We harness dark matter to… (sci-fi Ruth Goldberg machine) …and finally, we use the heat it generates to boil water and crank a turbine!!”

*Physicist drops to his knees in despair and let’s out a dramatic ‘noooooo!’

Paraphrasing heavily due to having shit memory. I thought it was a SMBC comic, but… /shrug.

If only we had criminal justice system…

Oh wait, -we- do have a system that’ll hold us accountable for crimes. If only rich people weren’t allowed to do things like rape children or lead an insurrection.

Sabaton did a song about that:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPdHkHslFIU

It’s long pants 100% of the time for me. The difference in temperature between shorts and long pants has always seemed negligible to me; but the sensation of wind hitting my leg hairs feels like I’m standing on an ant colony.

Other than swim trunks, I don’t even own a pair of shorts.

I don’t think I’ve ever stopped using a pen because of a fault or end-of-life condition of the pen itself. I stop using them because “Where the actual fuck did I put my pen…?”

and the world made a better place.

Cue the Anakin-in-a-field-with-Padme meme.

I’m on the fence between the K2 HE base model and the Gamakay TK75HE V2, which came up in a related video when looking for reviews.

They look pretty similar, but the ‘phoenix’ switches used in the Gamakay seem some of the most silent on the market. The Nebula switches in the K2 don’t seem bad though - kind of just a ‘thud’ when they bottom out - still much quieter than mechanicals are known for.

Any insight on Gamakay?

looks at scale

looks back at computer

…naw I’m sure it’s fine.

Still, I guess I gotta give them credit for being true believers in their wings standing on their own merit

Every job I’ve ever held seems to have the same recurring character: a middle-aged+ balding obese man who regularly makes creepy/sexist/racist comments, and when told off, dramatically throws their arms up and laments about not being able to make jokes anymore.

Anyway, one of the talking points this character routinely brings up is that they’ll go to Hooters, but actually just for the Wings - they’re really that good!

…no, David, no one’s buying your bullshit. You go there because you like tits, and apparently not the ones hanging off the poor woman you’ve Stockholm syndromed into becoming and remaining your wife.

But apparently the whole “I go there for the wings!” lie is so common that even Hooters execs started to believe it.

…and seriously, why is David following me?? New job, there’s fucking David, sometimes with a mustache, sometimes with glasses, or a funny hat or something… but he’s always there.