Well, I shoot myself in the head a lot. It’s a habit I’m trying to – whoops! There I go again.

What do you think of me eating the last of the chocolate when my SO used the last of the milk?

I see some of the strangest questions in the sub. Objectively awful thing that only benefits a morally bankrupt few - yes or no?

I certainly did. Rarely managed to get more than 5 - 6 hours sleep, spent half my time in an exhausted daze.

Get killed in the background of Attack of the Clones like everyone else!

I’ve been downvoted by someone who wants to have sex with their time-clone! Or possibly a kinky Lower Cretaceous butterfly.

Well, I imagine rule 3 of time travel will apply.

• Don’t change the outcome of WWII.
• Don’t kill your grandfather.
• Don’t have sex with your self from another point in your personal timeline.
• Don’t add yourself into background scenes on the Death Star in Star Wars.
• Don’t step on butterflies in the Lower Cretaceous period.

Isn’t it about five years too late to be asking this question?

Lazy post. Just a link, nothing else.

Two machines designed to do the same job in the same environment look similar? Nah, that doesn’t track.

Local council food scrap bags. We’re supposed to separate our food waste and store it in compostable bags made of cornstarch plastic. Which start to break down the moment you put something wet in there, like food tends to be. How hard is it to design a bag that stays intact from Wednesday to Wednesday?!

Whatever, now my wife has her own compost bin I can cut out the middle man.

About an hour. New Zealand. Things weren’t well-organised that day.

By changing the global standard.

Ever get the sense that just maybe, someone out there past the boundaries of the only nation that exists, probably fictional, certainly not worth having on your Christmas card list, might have figured out a different way to do things?

Hell if I know. That was 30+ years ago.

I’d like to be able to mark specific top level posts as ‘don’t show me this again’.

Probably doing tech support in a child cancer ward. The kids all just looked exhausted. I tried not to let it get to me - they came to the hospital for help to live, not to die, so I made the choice to be hopeful about their chances.

Hoodie, tracksuit pants, woolly socks. Time at home is time not wearing a belt.

I don’t know what soap opera it was, because it was playing on the TV at my barber’s shop while I was in the chair. A woman started shooting at some people who had disappointed her. Just livin’ the dream.

I’ve been finding it useful for altering recipes to take my wife’s allergies into account. I don’t use it for much else. And certainly not for anything important.