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Our culture phrases damn near everything in metaphors of war. The war on drugs. The battle of the bands. Bob lost his battle with cancer. It’s absolutely pervasive, to the point it’s almost as invisible as the air.

Rule number one: the kids are alright.

There is no shame in fighting the hard fight and losing anyway. And there is nothing but honor in picking up the broken pieces and carrying on.

Nobody can do better than the best they can do in that moment. I hope you find freedom and peace from the woulda shoulda couldas.

This (https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0927650524001130?via%3Dihub#sec0027) appears to be the actual paper the article is talking about.

A sign that reflects the eternal truth… You don’t buy beer. You rent it.

when “free water” counted as retail innovation

Well that’s after the book was mistranslated through version after version.

Utah has an accurate translation that their prophet found by looking into his hat.

“The Dark Beyond the Stars” by Frank Robinson might fit for you. It’s set on a generation ship that can’t find a good landing spot.

Kim Kitsuragi.

They caught the rat under his hat, and sure enough it squealed.

Spud Webb - 5’6", won the 1986 NBA dunk contest

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spud_Webb

Close. You don’t add liquid and flour. You brown the meat, and render out fat. It’s vital to have a couple tablespoons of liquid fat in the pan. If you don’t get enough from the sausage, augment with a bit of butter or oil. Heat around medium.

Then sprinkle in flour, about equal in volume to the liquid fat, and stir. You gently fry the flour in the oil to cook off the raw flour flavor. It’ll go from white to about sand color. If your proportions are right it will look a bit like wet sand, and will smell like roasted nuts a bit.

Now slowly stir in cold milk while whisking gently to mix and prevent lumps. Scrape the bottom to deglaze any browned on flecks of meat. You want to heat it to just bubbling not to scorch the milk. It’ll thicken up.

Then grind a bunch of pepper in to finish it off, and pour over biscuits, fried taters, or whatever.

All gravy works this way, pretty much. Gravy for turkey? Replace the milk with poultry stock. Gravy for steak? Beef stock it is.

Bad Santa. It’s cynical and hilarious and still ends up weirdly heartwarming.

It’s loss. https://amp.knowyourmeme.com/memes/loss

Such an insightful commentary on the importance of the social contract and the irreplacibility of the individual. The only way forward is to share our personal experiences and strive for understanding. Once we know each other’s value, we will never surrender our common bonds, disappoint one another, go behind each other’s backs, nor do each other harm.