I haven’t really gotten drunk in ages, with a few notable exceptions. Sure, I still drink beer, but rarely to the point of actually getting drunk.

Exceptions:

• On a work trip halfway around the world. After a looong day in the equatorial heat, some coworkers and I met in the bar to unwind. Upon trying to pay, it turned out that the ops manager had put his card in the bar and we all drank for free that night. My GF phoned me about something trivial later that night, and due to timezones she was expecting a normal afternoon conversation while I was severely hammeren and headed for bed. I vaguely remember warning her as I picked up the phone of my current physical state. I also vaguely remember being able to provide the answers needed from me.
• Recently I met up with a former coworker that I hadn’t met in over 10 years. We went out for “a couple of beers”. Yeah, I had trouble finding the subway after.

I’m 42, by the way.

You can probably turn the device off, but you won’t save any battery.

I used to do the same, and for stationary PCs, that’s still my recommendation. Sure, some might actually need bleeding edge stuff for for some specific niche high performance thing, but for most people that’s a waste of money.

The only exception is for laptops. I rely on laptops as I’m often on the go, and I’ve generally had better results when going high end (within reason) than going mid-tier.

iPhone 3G. Awful performance, even worse battery life, no multitasking, next to no storage space, couldn’t do shit without iTunes, and even with iTunes the options were severely limited. Overpriced locked down piece of shit. Streamlined UI was pretty much the only good thing about it. Got an android phone not long after and it was like night and day.

Neither, really. I have enough when it comes to both.

But if I absolutely had to choose I’d say clothes, solely based on jeans: I finally found a type I actually like (as opposed to “meh, good enough”, which has been the standard most of my life) about a year ago. My preferred jeans can only be found at Target, and I live in Europe.

For some reason this pyramid scheme (World Games Inc) was highly popular where I grew up. “Everyone” was in on it, but my family somehow wasn’t. But you couldn’t even strike up a casual conversation with anyone without it ending up as a sales pitch. It was fucking tiresome. Luckily the thing folded eons ago.

Noted. Edited post accordingly, but my point still stands.

Fresh urine is sterile, but has everything bacteria needs to thrive once they arrive. And a week of room temperature is exactly how they prefer their new home. You’re basically handing them a 5-star hotel with luxury meals included.

Fresh piss may be gross, but room temperature aged piss will definitely make you sick.

EDIT: Turns out it’s not sterile. But at least it’s not 90% bacteria by weight

Doesn’t sound like human trafficking. But it could easily have lead to it.

1. Get four kids out of bed
2. Feed them
3. Clothe them
4. Make them lunch
5. Drive them to school/daycare
6. Return back home to unwind in my home office, scratch balls, and enjoy the peace and quiet

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Stationeers. I love how complex it is, to the point where you program chips with MIPS to automate air filtration systems.

Coors

As SuperSleuths designated online fed, I can confirm that he’s also a fed. It’s a circle of online monitoring.

My US work visas were approved despite leaving the social media section on the form blank

I often “accidentally” drag my feet a little bit to make my footsteps are a little bit more audible.

I’m usually a very quiet walker, so I just want to make sure my presence is known, as opposed to startling people.

Septic tank -> Yank. A brit slang for American I picked up somewhere.

Scandinavian here. I’ve noticed the same thing with Saunas. Not just Americans, though, but brits too.

Because having any articles of clothing on in a sauna is stupid. (I’ll defer to the Finns for a final judgement on that statement, but that’s my firm opinion, at least).

Short story: Once upon a time, a bunch of coworkers and I had to spend 24 hours in a Rio de Janeiro hotel for a medical exam the day after. And of course we did what any self-respicting doodlebugger would do: we went to the roof bar. After way too much beer vodka and whisky we realized that there was also a sauna there. So we did the only thing appropriate; undressed and chilled in the steam. And for us scandinavians that meant nudity. For anyone else it meant prudity. And we were an eclectic mix of nationalities.

Brit: “Uh, what are we doing here”
Swede: “We’re bonding”
Septic: “This is kinda gay…”
Norwegian: “SHUT UP, WE’RE BONDING!”

No. No, man. Shit, no, man. I believe you’d get your ass kicked sayin’ something like that, man.

Same. It’s part of my daily routine.