…that theoretically make things easier to understand are refusing to relinquish their penchant for obscurity:
I mean; if a person trying to operate a car cannot read the words, “ON” and “OFF” located immediately below a vent — no matter what country they’re in; perhaps they’re operating the wrong form of transportation.
Drivers here in NB must interpret even weirder symbols that replace words.
.. made me actually GOLF (Guffaw Out Loud Forcefully) at this one. Here’s the pic; then I’ll slap you upside the head with the headline:
(or go here I guess; but here it comes:)
… have their language police; let’s get some attractive grammar cops for ours!
… at NASA, seem to have not thought about centifugal force as a way of making proper cookies in space. “The experimental Zero G oven will be able to bake one cookie at a time, and it’s possible the treats may come out as cookie balls or cylinders.”/https://public-media.si-cdn.com/filer/15/ee/15ee57f6-9bc9-484d-9cec-d875e9064533/cookies_in_space.jpg)
I will be flying down to Houston to pitch the solution: Put two wads of cookie dough on both flat ends of a cylinder inside their oven, and spin it so the force pushes the dough against the end as it’s cooking. The mechanics of spinning will need some thought, but perhaps something as simple as the way you get a toy gyroscope going: 
So the whole assembly, is expertly illustrated here:
Et voila! Space cookies! https://youtu.be/iYYRH4apXDo
…that have nothing to do with bars OR marketing just keep on comin’
https://www.cnn.com/2019/11/08/us/iowa-inmate-life-sentence-died-trnd/index.html
Hey – makes sense to me. Part of delivering what you promise, is clearly stating the promise. Part of getting what you want is making the person promise that they will deliver what YOU want.
…the Good Book and the Gooder Book may appreciate this:
…”Battle of the Bands” fans, may appreciate the BATTLE OF THE APPLIANCES going on in my step-father’s basement. He has both a dehumidifier and an humidifier operating in this (essentially airtight) house. It’s my job to go down 3 or 4 times a day, and empty the coupla gallons or so of water out of the “de-” one, and replace filters in the other. No big thing, but it seems kind of like being a Satanist Christian, or an Arsonist Firefighter. And, no, “running a pipe from one to the other,” isn’t a solution, because the dehumidifier also cleans the air. You’ve probably heard about the air quality problems we have here in southern Nova Scotia ;-}. Anyway, he is older and (much) wiser than this reporter, so the liquid tilt will continue. BTW, before the good folks at Frigidaire® and NOMA get their knickers twisted, I totally understand the requirement for both of their types of products, and have happily owned and used both in the past. In Fredericton, where I grew up, the air would get so dry in the winter that you would get near-fatal electric shocks when touching anything metal, especially if you had been shuffling along the dry carpet. Yet, when I lived in Montréal, you could almost drown by just breathing the summertime air. Neither situation was insurmountable, but dehumidifiers were abundant in the latter town; humidifiers in the former.
…will get this: last night, I fought the log, and the log won. Last night, I was splitting wood and one piece was particularly reluctant to become two pieces. I put it down to the darkness; the ax not being sharp enough; the particular species of birch; etc. Today, we rejoined the battle, and that cylinder of wood remained unsplit for over an hour. “Just burn it whole, you bonehead!” you say. I considered that, but news might get back to the forest, and I would hear arboreal snickers every time I entered. So, I finally defeated it, and now look forward to it spitting an ember out of the stove, and into my sock, this evening.
…who feel left out of this Simpsons comic:
May enjoy this:
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