The corruption of those courtesy cards. For which he got retaliated against. And that he brought a lawsuit over, which brings the corruption to light.

I’d say that’s fighting corruption from the inside.

I’ll second a sleep study. I’ve used a CPAP for 15 years, and after a few weeks I couldn’t sleep without it.

I try to describe the difference to people by referencing the matrix. You know the weird, green-tinged, fake quality of the world prior to Neo waking up in his little pod? And then on the ship everything was just more real? That’s what the transition was like after a week of CPAP. I realized it wasn’t a normal thing to start nodding off at long stop lights, or have my mind uncontrollably drift away even during one-on-one, face-to-face conversations.

I should say, though, I’m a moderate-to-severe case, and when I asked about surgery, the sleep doctor looked at me and said, “maxillo-mandibular advancement (shatter jaw and move it forward), septoplasty (nose surgery for deviated septum), and tonsillectomy. So surgeries.” Probably will do that, while I’m still in the military, but that I’m willing to suffer all that should tell you how not-fun CPAP is. But it’s considerably better than nothing.

And as it relates to this article, when I was initially trying nasal pillows (cpap mask that just attaches to the nostrils), my mouth kept being forced open, even with a strap holding my jaw closed. My sleep doctor suggested taping my mouth shut, and that was a hard no from me. With the deviated septum, I only ever have one nostril open, and if I got a cold, I’d rather not wake up unable to breathe from ANY opening until I could get the tape off.

Does anybody know what this said?! I’m having the same problem!

Edit: nevermind, I figured it out.

I imagine Sales™ would not manage to clear that bar, and Pulaski would have no idea either way (unless maybe she were thoroughly briefed).

But he was a LCDR in Starfleet, on board the most prestigious ship in the fleet, and clearly had the respect of the crew he worked with. She had to completely ignore all of that to display the prejudice she showed. I think it’s perfectly correct to take issue with it.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is that distracting you?”

Niche crossover?

“God makes an exception for you and your group, specifically.”

Yeah, high school is some of the worst times in my life. If my kid complained, I wouldn’t say “it only gets worse,” I’d say “this is a rough time, but remember, none of the stuff that is hard is real. It’s all just training. The school stuff is training you for deadlines and heavy workloads. The social stuff is training for personal and professional relationships. Try to think of this as the tutorial for life, where you must do X action to proceed, and maybe it’s hard because it’s new, and it’s frustrating because you don’t realize it’s a tutorial and think “this is the game.” It’s not. It becomes an open-world game after this. It’s harder, but it can be WAY better, and you have a lot more control.”

I once had a female coworker who was complaining about how she had walked in on a male coworker using the single-occupancy bathroom (peeing, his back was turned to the door), that him not locking the door was somehow inappropriate of him.

Somebody put a poll up on a white board with the scenario, with question “who behaved inappropriately” with the choices “the person entering the bathroom without knocking” “the person using the bathroom without locking it” “they are both wrong” and “we’re all adults here, get the fuck over it.”

The tallies were overwhelmingly in the “get the fuck over it” column. But I feel the poll was missing something important: the door had a tendency when locked to stick and leave the person locked inside. We were in a quick-response duty status (as in running to the aircraft), so the person already in should absolutely not have locked it (he was the runner).

You see a closed door to a room (of relative privacy) that might be occupied, you knock. Simple as.

Also, telling a depressed person their answer is to exercise is like telling a homeless person that they just need to get a job. The not having a home prevents the getting a job. If they had the ability to find a job, they wouldn’t be homeless (except obviously the people who don’t make enough from their job to support themselves, but that’s a whole different issue that shouldn’t exist).

So even if someone does have the time, getting the depression under control may be necessary before the exercise seems like a reasonable possibility.

It was that plus the “if Biden drops out it will be a whole ordeal establishing a new candidate.” It wasn’t. It was quick, painless, and even the VP choosing was relatively quick and made people happy.

If you got’em, I’ll take a Bismarck (or Boston Creme, whatever you want to call them, the chocolate covered cream filled one). If not, maybe you’re the type of donut shop that also has cinnamon rolls? No?

Just a coffee, then, please.

What do you mean? That’s just Mrs. Crawley with Mr. Crowley, the strange man who is friends with the bookshop owner. Weird seeing him without his sunglasses though.

My parents were wonderful, so I have no real complaints, but my father had a weird quirk. Tools, equipment, whatever that he had interest and purchased himself were “his.” I mean, obviously, but he would use the possessive when referring to those things.

“You have to prime my lawnmower first before you try to start it.” “Go and get my ladder.” Never the ladder, always my ladder. I never questioned it (because I didn’t care), but when I was a teenager I started noticing it and it was odd. Like he was establishing that the lawn mower or the ladder or whatever didn’t belong to the household, they were his. And nothing seemed to get him worked up more than a neighbor borrowing something and taking more than a day or so to return it.

Back before I lived on an island with two stop lights, I regularly used Google Maps for places I already knew how to get to, purely because I wanted the most efficient route.

Took a few decades, but i eventually realized I want the second one more than the first. So my friendships are dependent on how comfortable they are with not talking for at least a month at a time.

“Certified president? Certified…”

“I want you to notice… when I’m not around…”

Cut to Harris smiling and waving with some of her campaign goals on screen

“You’re so very special… I wish I was special…”

Cut to Trump with his duck face pose, with various SA accusations, “grab them by the pussy” quotes, and 34 convictions.

“But I’m a creep… I’m a weirdo…”

Cut to Trump looking confused and tired.

“What the hell am I doing here?”

Cut to Trump standing awkwardly near previous presidents, or just a picture of presidents from both parties talking without him in it.

“I don’t belong here…”

Cut to sad dejected Trump

“I don’t… belong… here.”

I bought a laptop backpack a loooooooong time ago, and still use it constantly. It’s been through 3 laptops, and I’m not the type to upgrade until it is absolutely necessary.

So I get that most people assume these “converts” are full of shit and living a lie, and they’re actually gay, and blah blah blah.

I’m sure many of them are, but I’d guess a lot of them are bisexual, and lacking any real empathy, they assume all gay men can just choose to only go for women, like they did. They still want dick (and sometimes go get it anyway), but are okay with marrying a woman and having kids, and trying to ignore the part of them that wants men. They think of it as “resisting temptation” the same way a straight man resists the temptation of women other than his wife.