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In this particular instance it reminds me of trees like this:

However, in general I agree that it can be off-putting.

People around me put cones, trash cans, and even sawhorses to prevent people from doing this.

I'll be honest, I have gone two extra driveway spaces to put my tires on someone's driveway that did this when I needed to turn around. Just out of spite.

I get not wanting random strangers pulling in all the time, I used to get that all the time due to a U shaped driveway that Google used to direct people was a turn around spot for a missed turn. But it's not a big deal, and unless I was asleep and my dogs woke me up I wouldn't care.

Now, parking on a random driveway while figuring out where you are is weird to me. And also fuck all the cops who used to use my driveway to try and catch people speeding. You were visible from both sides of the road long before your radar can give you a reading. You did nothing but leech tax money.

I have strong opinions on driveways depending on who you are and why you need it but mostly it's "you do you booboo"

You don't KNOW you're being poisoned by CO but as I said, it confuses them into thinking they're fine. In their confusion, they can still do things and potentially even figure out a way out.

Nitrogen would be better. CO and CO2 both affect the human body in negative ways that tells the person "hey somethings wrong" or confuses them enough into thinking they're fine.

The human body has no way of knowing if it takes in nitrogen though, so you can be perfectly fine conscious and happy one second, the air changes to nitrogen and suddenly you're on the floor unconscious. If nobody collects you in time, well your brain can't live without oxygen.

Cavemen? Maybe 20,000 years ago.

10,000 years ago we were planting crops and forming cities. They weren't built to last the ages like Rome, but dirt cities are still cities.

Besides, Ubumfejn-Hooga-booga is the FALSE GOD. The REAL God is Ubumfejn-Booga-Hooga. But nobody has worshipped her since 12,527 B.C.E. after a high-priest got drunk on fermented fruit and accidentally swapped the name while reciting The Old Ways, and who's gonna correct the high-Priest?

... Do you smell toast?

I'd be happy to join a Canadian foreign legion. I view protecting Canada from foreign aggression my patriotic duty as a fellow human being, and neighbor.

Besides, once upon a time I swore an oath to protect my country from threats foreign and domestic, so I am honor bound to fight alongside Canada against the biggest threat the US has ever faced.

I'm not sure how many Americans would join me, or how receptive Canadians would even be to a bunch of tacticool looking non-professionals with guns showing up and CLAIMING to want to help, but I'm positive there will be americans fighting back. Whether it's on the front lines with guns, or with sabotage in the states, who can say.

Lmao no I grew up in the 90s, and we only got cheap secondhand n64 games. The apartments I grew up in were in the middle of trailer parks, but they all owned the land their trailers were on so I'll leave it up to the reader to determine who was more bougie.

My dad was the one who wanted the consoles and he isn't tech savvy, so until I got my own money, it was always "plug and play" things, none of those new-fangled computers until Windows ME.

And hilariously, I got an old macintosh in the mid 2000s and had fun figuring everything out by trial and error based off what I knew of computers at the time. Even had the x wing game on several floppies.

I would have loved having a computer when you had to actually know how it works to use it.

I remember waiting for next month's issue of different gaming magazines... I never bothered knowing which magazine it was, I just waited for my dad to return from the store with whichever one he wanted that day.

Honestly I miss in-depth game guides with the two pages of ASCII art at the top.

Younger me would have been blown away that reading would help me beat games in the future.

For the record, I have a small library now but when I first started playing NES-N64 games, I absolutely hated reading and never would have cracked open the manuals.

Found this out completely by accident once after my sister and I played some Mario.

I had the 2nd controller still plugged in, and while shooting the ducks I stepped on the controller and the ducks moved differently.

From the on, every time someone wanted to play duck hunt I would grab a second controller and make it harder for them.

Bonus knowledge: the original game works by a light-sensitive sensor in the blaster tip, and when you pull the trigger, the screen goes black and a white square appears whee the ducks were, in a specific order. If the game controller detects the light square, it counts as a "hit" on whatever duck was in frame. You can cheat by pointing the blaster at a white light and pulling the trigger. It will just go through them one by one as you squeeze, thinking the light is the duck square.

Sounds like your friend is just lame.

In seriousness, 99.999999% of people will live a "normal" life, and very occasionally, someone might have a time or two that elevates it above "normal". The percentage of people who live "above" normal lives is so tiny, physicists would laugh at you for using so many decimal places.

Wanting more isn't a problem unless that desire is killing what you have to be happy about now.

In other words, "don't let perfect get in the way of good"

And I’ve heard all the platitudes.

I like to make people uncomfortable when they start going on about how my wife and I should have kids. She had a TL and I had a vasectomy. I usually start off with "kids are off the table for us."

We SHOULDN'T have kids because genetics on both our families are shit.

We WON'T have kids because they're awful to deal with 90% of the time, and neither of us feel that the world will be a livable place in their lifetime so it would be cruel to have children anyway.

We CAN'T have kids because the medical procedures.

If someone gets pushy about it, I act emotional, burst out that after so many miscarriages we have given up on children and the person should learn to take a hint.

So far nobody has had anything else to say after that.