I have had coffee, and I still found myself thinking of this hypothetical sex worker who accepts children as payment.

Are they not able to have their own children?
Is the sex worker Baba Yaga? Does she eat the kids or like, turn them into …

… Oh. Not that kind of transaction. It’s pedophiles.
I would have honestly rather it be witches.

is accused of impregnating a minor while he was in office

Shit, here I thought it was that he escaped from Easter Island.

More UFO documents declassified, this banger of gibberish.

An attempted distraction from his Iran war failures, or are there new Epstein file leaks?

And neither is anyone who decided to run the quote, and now, people who read the quote without the background to know it’s BS.

It’s like the mental lightbulb turning on, but off. People are dumber as a result.

Cool, but realistically, if the federal government even pays out the grants, which is questionable under Trump, given his history, and would require another costly round of litigation to get them to be paid out, how many of those programs exist or exist in such a way that the purpose of the awarded grant can even be fulfilled now?
I could see the government issuing checks, then revoking the grants because the awarded grant was for something timed to 2025 that didn’t happen, relied upon a specific person’s abilities and connections who now has another job, relied upon infrastructure that was sold or repurposed, or used community arrangements that are not in effect anymore.

It takes years and hard work to build something. I hope these programs are resilient, because I fear the ones that don’t have resiliency - likely the ones most desperately needed - are forever damaged or gone.

Bad design.

Dungeon goes in the basement, not in the middle next to the cuddle puddle or the burlesque room. The noise and activity would throw off the vibe.

Really, it sort of depends on the type of energy you’re going for, but I’d make that dungeon room the massage parlor/tarot card reading/high tea service room. Foyer gets a boot shine station.
Hair and makeup moves to the polycule room, which is lined with mirrors and outside the gender swap machine.
Pet play moves to the current massage parlor, which appears to be some sort of 3-seasons room - everyone knows that cats need sunlight. Current pet play room becomes vetting and administration, plus coat check.
Milking room and dungeon go to the basement, along with group showers, rigging, and the science lab (medical, vacuum beds, electrostim) and other wet or high noise equipment. No carpet. Tile. That way you can hose it out.
Poly play room, group sex, and individual suites are upstairs. Each room has ‘flipper’ signs indicating status - reserved, observers welcome, participants welcome, do not disturb, in need of cleaning. Upstairs bathroom has a compact dishwasher under the sink that’s capable of sterilizing. Pantry has a lending library of sorts.

Editing to add: what’s currently the milking room becomes my office, where I shitpost to the Fediverse.

This is why you just be honest.
Look, we’re in modern times.

1. Act ethically. Keep no secrets.
2. Fuck whoever you want, but make sure everyone is on board and in the know.
3. You’re the firewall to your sexual network. If your network is one person or a hundred, you verify the status of each new partner before you engage in something that could expose you to risk. (Verify, don’t ask. See the paperwork.)
4. Get tested regularly to establish a baseline. The periodicity depends on your risk factors and the size/velocity of your sexual network. Once every 3-4 new people in the network is common in my experience.

And that’s it!

Pro tip: Boundaries end at your body. You shouldn’t tell someone not to be who they are, but you can choose not to accept a relationship style that doesn’t work for you. And vice versa.
Life is too short to be unhappy.

I bet he leaves those behind because Dennis Feinstein panned “Fresh Kash,” the cologne he created.

(Before anyone thinks I’m confusing Aziz Ansari’s Tom Haverford character from Parks and Rec with Kash Patel, please be assured that I think Kash Patel is confusing Tom Haverford with himself.)

I’ve seen wrinkling like that occur on taller parts with lower infill when the outer shell traps warm/hot air, which distorts the top of the shell as it tries to escape.
If that’s at play here (it doesn’t feel exactly right, though), then as others have suggested, perhaps it’s a cooling fan speed setting?
Any chance your bed is too hot, or some settings like first layer temp/final layer temp are causing unexpected issues? That’s a giant skirt for a large, flat piece. Is the thing tacoing on you?

My other thought on this could be uneven drying of your filament. Perhaps one side is drying to 10%, and the other side is not. Any way to rotate the filament as it’s drying?
How long are you drying for?

I choose to be weird.

Hey, happy cake day!

Now, before we go getting all misty eyed over 9/11, let’s not forget that as mayor he hired an avowed racist that implemented the “stop and frisk” program, which targeted minority populations throughout NYC.

The racism got so bad that his police force raped a man with a broken broomstick who was chained up in the precinct. Afterward one of the officers paraded the bloody, feces slathered broomstick around as a trophy. The victim broke or lost several teeth, and had such severe internal damage that her was hospitalized for 2 months.

A few years later, they shot an unarmed guy 41 times after he ran away from them.

Giuliani is a horrible person who used a terror attack to bolster his image.

So I recently(ish) went through this - migrating from consumer hardware to rolling my own.
Here’s what I did:

I bought a mini-PC router and loaded OPNsense onto it.
I needed wireless AP’s in some odd places, so I bought a pair of POE-powered Netgear WAX620 AP’s because they were a decent price, and a 2.5G POE+ Switch.
I probably would not go with Netgear again. They try to lock you into their cloud (subscription) platform. I don’t dig it. I would probably also not go with a POE switch unless I had to, because it adds a lot to the cost.
If I had planned better, I’d have waited until a decent older switch became available from a local surplus source. (The local university has a public surplus site that sometimes has interesting and cheap networking gear.)
If you plan to set up VLANs, make sure your switches are up to the task.

Solved with ejector seats, obvs.

If you can’t physically handle explosive bolts firing within close proximity of your ears to shear the roof off your vehicle, and the subsequent 12-20G’s of acceleration as you’re unexpectedly launched skyward, then what are you even doing in a vehicle!?

As to how to trigger the explosives and rocket motors when the power has gone out? Independent emergency batteries that activate when a power loss is detected.

Could these batteries be used to power the braking system instead of a dangerous, cartoonishly violent, and ill-advised fantasy? Yes.
Will they be? No.

I was thinking about pushing it off the road for the every-person. Not just transport. But don’t take me too seriously. I’m no mechanomagician.

Come with me on an ADHD journey!

Spring actuated, or well, any type of ‘fail closed’ brake design would definitely work.

But what happens if it fails closed (due to no power - the only failure mode I’ve considered below) and the vehicle needs to be moved?
Are they gonna do that thing they do with elevator emergency brakes with the spinning balls that engage the brakes only if a certain inertial threshold is reached? That way as long as they aren’t going too fast, the car can be pushed off the road?
Or are they gonna let you plug in a phone to charge the brake system enough to disengage the failsafe?
Maybe there will be a sweet-ass lever under the center console like the one in the first Jurassic Park movie where people have to pump it to prime the system?
My favorite iteration of this nonsensical idea is that new cars are going to come with a crank in the front, like old-school model T’s, so that in an emergency, people can wind up their cars to release the brakes.

(Please consider all of the above as me having too much time on my hands, and not a real critique of your statements. I think failsafes are a good idea. I’m just a silly.)

Brake by wire means standard brakes, but the control mechanism is electronic, not hydraulic.

Still is a mechanical brake, just controlled with wires.

Overall, it should be less complex/more modular than hydraulic systems that have to be integrated with the drive train. (But it also means more ‘opportunity’ for embedded sensors and non-user serviceable parts signed by code, so who knows how they’re going to mess it up.)

The Onion cover, November 6, 2024

It’s like they suddenly realized that “data center leased to Oracle” but financed by them and owned by a no-name company with no assets and considerable liabilities is a bad idea.

Also, would not be surprised to find the company is a shell company and after the finance and legal teams are paid, the income shifts back through shell companies to the parent company, which is somehow Oracle, but with no legal responsibility to the lenders or municipality.

Even if my supposition is not accurate, just the first statement should have stopped them cold.

I’m going to remember him as being the driving factor behind “stop and frisk” which saw an increasingly hostile and racially insensitive police force in America’s biggest city.

Before he was a melting alcoholic, a incompetent lackey for an incompetent wannabe mafioso president, or held the whitewashed and unearned “America’s Mayor” title after 9/11, he was the guy whose cops shot a man 41 times after he ran away from them. I suspect Amado Diallo was running from the cops because just a few years prior, the same police force had sexually assaulted an immigrant - a black man - that was handcuffed in their precinct by

Abner Louima required several corrective surgeries and two months of hospitalization.

So, yeah, that’s the Giuliani I remember. Oh, and when he dressed in drag to entertain Trump.

About 7 years ago, my now-wife and I had just moved to this city and she was struggling to find work. We attended a few networking events to try to figure out the job market for her field here.

Now, I mean. I know my wife is hot. She was then, she is now. She can and has stopped traffic. People have fallen off bikes to gawp at her. Women have thrown themselves at her. Men act like boys around her.

At this professional networking event, while my wife had stepped away, a man wearing a 3-piece suit and clearly well into his career turned to me and said “I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but she’s … really … beautiful.” The overall affectation and delivery was fawning, cautious, even. He was kind of moon-eyed. The guys around him all nodded somberly, as if they’d been stricken.
He had been talking with the men around him when we wandered over, and they all went a bit quiet when we came over.

Clearly, I still remember the compliment. It was a great testament to how hot my wife is. She’s a babe. (And like, fun, funny, and sweet and all the other stuff that makes relationships work.)