There are exactly two people in the United States with the same Last, Middle, and First Name as me (It’s actually still true if you leave out the middle name). The other one is a few years younger than me, and when we were both somewhere in our 20’s (quite long ago), the other one had a bit of trouble paying his bills. Given the unusual name, I had a few interesting calls trying to convince some really unhappy creditors that they weren’t me.

A few years later they sold spices, and the multi level marketing spice company really had a problem distinguishing between us. They married someone whose first name is one letter different than my spouse.

Now the biggest problem is they are an elected politician. The good news is they moved to a coast, and I still live in the midwest. If they became more infamous, I would change my name.

I cancelled Hulu, it’s all I can do, it was all I had left.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Utah_War

This is the Dred Scott decision of this generation, and hopefully the same uproar will follow. Civil war II to follow?

Well, that’s the last time I visit a Cracker Barrel. Oh Well.

Here, these come up just before morels in the spring, and taste slightly of citrus. We love them, as they are usually the first thing we find after winter. They pop up again at this time but there are usually a lot more choice mushrooms this time of year, so we don’t actively seek them like we do early.

No, it was based on the number of times an interpretation service was called. But you and the other commenter were right, there weren’t very many good reasons to even make that comment, other than it will be an effective tool for the brown shirts to use. It was not in support of what ICE is doing.

I was in the ER recently. I’m going to make an unofficial estimate that 50% were citizens,

I’m sitting on one of the 2016 starter spots, camping. Just picked a big bag of delicious golden oysters for dinner tonight. The first year I was here was 2018, and there were a few, but we picked a great many more tan/white oysters that year. My gut says this article is right, there used to be a much larger variety of mushrooms around here.

Alabama 3’s (A3 in some places) cover of John Prine’s “Speed of the Sound of Loneliness”. This is the song before “Woke up this Morning” on the album “Exile on Cold Harbour Lane”, and the two together tell a story.

This plus Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana and I can finally recreate Smoky and the Bandit 1!

Not going to read a CBS news story, they have already capitulated.

Why does this particular piece of corruption make me absolutely furious after everything else that has gone on the last month?

How does it work now? Do the Russians just call directly and ask what they want to know?

I don’t have any democratic representatives to call. At any level. Anywhere. Do I call Jeffries and Schumer directly?

Voting to allow this guy to run the FBI is literally treason.

Someday, I am going to watch “The Notebook”, and “Forest Gump”, not on the same day.

No, I think about it terms of “who is running the simulation”. My current theory is that our reality is running in some college theology department.

In a cattle-car using an M-16 A1 Automatic rifle to prop up my helmet, en-route to be tear-gassed.

My parents called tonight and asked if they could come on Thursday, I am NOT looking forward to seeing my hyper-christian Maga supporting white-Nationalist parents, and neither are my very sensible, LQTBQ+ supporting children and their partners, and spouses. Tomorrow, I have to call and tell them that any nonsense, or statements like the ones that were made at the last event we were at will be met by asking them to leave. Yay.