The first time I had Chipotle, I was blown away by the amount of food I got. At the time, my brother and I had a philosophy of, “You’re not full until you feel fat.” Yet the first burritos we got from Chipotle, we couldn’t even finish them - they were huge! I was astounded that for the price, we got so much.

Nowadays, it’s nothing like that. The burritos are still good, sure, but it’s sad to think about what a deal it used to be compared to what it’s become today.

Thank you for the clarification. I agree 100%!

Not once have people channeled negative emotions into action or art. It’s impossible.

Except, no? Art is about expressing one’s self. There’s tons of art out there inspired by negative emotions. Anger-fueled protest songs, Emily Dickinson’s poems about death, countless paintings created to express a people’s or an individual’s plight, the list goes on.

Being positive is definitely better for one’s health, but to say negative emotions have never and could never be used to create art is absurd.

Edit: Or was your comment sarcasm? I truly cannot tell anymore.

Aw, actually I did have pet cockatiels as a teen. (Sadly, not for long - my parents didn’t know how dangerous Teflon was, and my babies paid the price.)

They didn’t care to be held like this, but boy did they love face scratchies.

its pretty edgy to get yourself thrown into jail for something stupid you know will put you there.

If your highest goal is self-preservation, then yeah, it doesn’t make sense. However, protestors like this usually care about something more important than themselves. It’s what drives them to put themselves out there, knowing they could be at risk for doing so.

I’m sure we could disagree on what specific things would make sense to potentially sacrifice one’s self for, but I hope the simple idea of something being that important at all is relatable. For some it’s their rights, for some it’s their religion, and for some it’s their family, but either way, most people can think of something they consider more important than themselves. It’s that importance that compels people to defend it, despite the personal danger for doing so.

Who knew that even birds could be fans of bondage

Such a silly argument. Contributing genetics isn’t the only way to influence future generations. I may not be a parent, but I (and many more people) educate others’ children every day.

Just because someone doesn’t bring a kid into the world doesn’t mean they’re giving up on the future. Individualist cultures may have people thinking that nuclear families are the end-all, be-all of child-rearing, but it still “takes a village.”

There are small, untowered airports, but they usually aren’t equipped for large jets, or for IFR landings (“instrument flight rules,” which is when the pilot relies on instrumentation instead of visually looking outside, such as during inclement weather.)

Small planes depending on VFR (visual flight rules) can probably plan flights to avoid towered airports. But the big commercial flights will be in trouble.

Funny, I expect all penguins to have that name.

Maybe it’s because it’s still night where I am, maybe it’s because I’m on the spectrum, but those blue lights feel like an assault on my senses. I had to scroll it off my screen to type this because it made my eyes hurt. I can’t imagine having to deal with that every time I have to pee in public.

I also can’t help but wonder where people go to do their makeup. I don’t use makeup, but I often see others using the mirrors to touch up this or that. I can’t imagine blue lights are helpful in that regard.

I work from home 10-20 hours a day.

That’s fair. Drinking at one’s workplace is usually frowned upon.

Interesting, I think of the lyrics as describing the way a baby or toddler feels when looking at the stars. They don’t know what those bright lights are yet, they just know they’re shiny and too high up to reach.

If all the yeast in our bodies’ microbiomes could coordinate together to take us over, we’d be so screwed.

You clearly never saw me in my “edamame everyday” phase.

Wait, what? Where’d you hear that from? I’m on .world and my home internet is hard wired to a VPN. I’ve never had a problem.

There’s also this wonderful comment about memories of playing “peek-a-boo” in the bathtub.

It’s important to take time to enjoy the simple things in life.

I would like to second this. Researchers are standing by and ready to learn.

Do you truly believe that matters to this regime? That it would matter to ICE officers charged with capturing you?

It’s certainly a comfortable thought to consider yourself “the exception,” but it’s dangerously naive. Racists hardly care if you speak English. Complaining about immigrants not speaking English is an easy target to hit, especially since the people being complained about can’t argue back. That doesn’t mean they like foreigners who speak English. If they wanted to complain about you, they’d just pick some other thing that makes you “different.”

You’re still a foreigner, and there are enough fascists out there who don’t care what else you are.

That’s fun, reminds me of how French calls potatoes “apples of the earth” (pommes de terre.)

I just had raw peanuts for the first time this week and the taste was intriguing. It really brings home how they are “legumes” when they taste more like peas than peanut butter.