I’m no expert, but I also accuse them of that.

I think the difference is the opera singer is their own name and you can point to some parts or performances, but the songs belong to someone else. “Toxic” by Britney Spears is considered her song… even though it was written by other people, for example. Nobody thinks that Queen of the Night is Diana Damrau’s song.

And I get there’s a difference, because nobody think Beyonce’s version of “Can You Feel The Love Tonight” is anything but Elton John’s song regardless. But the line is so blurred amongst pop singers (as some write their own and some don’t) that credit seems falsely attributed often.

Basically, if you’re a songwriter/composer, you have songs. If you’re a singer, you have performances.

Man, I do enjoy taking the wind out of the sails of presumptuous people knee-jerking a response without knowing any specifics.

I spent most of my career flying in relatively dangerous conditions in helicopters (or on small boats, before I went into aviation) in order to save people from drowning in the ocean or freezing in the woods. I’ve had two coworkers who’ve crashed (in separate incidences), one of which was at the door sending a dewatering pump to a sinking boat. I specifically joined the service I did because, as I told the recruiter, I can choose to join, but I can’t choose where I’m sent after, and I’m still responsible for my actions because I chose to join in the first place. There’s nothing morally ambiguous about saving somebody whose boat is sinking.

Now, don’t get me wrong, having more and more of our people being sent to “defend the border” definitely falls in the realm of “not what I signed up for,” but I haven’t personally been forced into that, and am extremely unlikely to.

So I may have dealt with some brown kids whose lives were threatened, but certainly haven’t found any that were a threat themselves (except to themselves… boaters tend to be their own worst enemies).

I remember that time well. Mine are 5 and 10, so I’m moving out of the more intensive child-rearing time. When I retire, they should both be at or near the “too busy for Dad” time, so other than giving rides, my days should be free and clear. I’m really looking forward to it.

Good luck with the little ones!

I retire (military) in 4 years, and my countdown feels like this, but more specific. I just had to re-enlist, and I was asking if I had to do full years, or if I could do 4.3 to line up with the anniversary of my enlistment (to retire THE DAY I am technically able to).

Not that I don’t enjoy my job, because I do, but I’m excited to be able to do whatever I want with my time and let my wife be the primary support for us for awhile.

I live in Alaska, and if nobody was talking about the eggs thing I wouldn’t have had more of a thought about it than “huh, eggs are a little expensive right now. Or are they? Have they always been this expensive?”

For reference, eggs here are $10-$11 a dozen. And for extra reference, a regular sized container of strawberries fluctuates between $5 and $12, and a carton of ice cream (e.g. Dreyer’s) is generally around $12 if it’s not on sale.

The thing is, around here people just… shift what they buy mostly. Strawberries are expensive? Time to buy apples. Ice cream is expensive? Wait to buy until it’s on sale, then buy 8. Bread is only $4.50 a loaf? HOLY SHIT, FILL HALF THE FREEZER.

I’m not trying to minimize the issue. There are lots of people who specifically need eggs (e.g. bakers), but for the most part, I feel like this is some weird hyper-fixation. This feels like toilet paper at the beginning of the pandemic.

To egg distributors: sell more 6-packs. Outside of baking, I just don’t think normal people need that many eggs.

I feel like you’re missing the reference we’re making.

Gaston:

When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs

Ev’ry morning to help me get large

And now that I’m grown I eat five dozen eggs

So I’m roughly the size of a barge

Okay, but how are your expectorating skills? Can anybody spit like you?

If you set one end up in an air-tight room with an airlock, it would be just like a door from a mars station.

For safety’s sake, it might be better to put that on a space station, though. Better to wreck Mars than equalize Earth and Mars.

So it’ll be just like the bag full of Maximum Heal potions when the credits roll, except I imagine you could pass it on to someone with a message not to wait for the perfect moment.

I think he’s saying seeing a therapist that doesn’t specialize in gender dysphoria (kind of the “to a hammer, everything is a nail” thought). So going in and talking about all their mental health issues, and seeing if gender dysphoria comes out with it.

I don’t think it’s a terrible read, if it seems like gender dysphoria is coming out of nowhere. Very different if OP was showing signs of it most of their life, and their dad had just refused to acknowledge it. Tough to tell just from what’s written, but I think the dad is remarkably reasonable.

With a diet like that he’d be roughly the size of a barge!

Even more, it’s the justifying it with the “I’m just trying to help them” and “tough love” bullshit. That’s not a mood problem, or anything like that. That is being abusive (not that they are mutually exclusive).

Holy shit what a way to go.

Get horny > have sex > orgasm > keep orgasming > die of too much orgasm

But AI had expert timing.

Excellent. I’d vote for him (over the other two, at least).

Hey, President Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Camacho was a fantastic president. He recognized his own limitations and set the man who, by objective testing, was the smartest in the country, to fix the biggest problem facing his constituents.

We could use a President Camacho.

Great reason to get rid of the dumb archaic practice in the first place. I repeatedly told my wife she shouldn’t feel any pressure to take my name. She did anyway, but I think it was just because she liked it more.

Anyway, sacrificing your ability to vote in order to take your husbands last name might have the oh so unfortunate side effect of keeping trad wives from voting.

Had this conversation with my wife early in our marriage. I got the, “fine, I’m wrong, you’re right. You’re always right.” And I said, “I’m not always right. I’m often wrong. I just don’t make a big deal out of it, apologize if I need to, and we all move on and you forget about it. You remember all the times you’re wrong because it always turns into a conversation like this.” Then she started noticing and started being more chill about being wrong (she grew up in a VERY shitty household with a narcissist mother where admission of wronghood was an opportunity to get absolutely shit on).

It’s amazing how a simple, “oh, you’re right, my bad” can improve your life and reputation.

Do you wish to see them, PetaQ?!