Something tells me you’re one of those who parks it in the passing lane going at or below the speed limit.

I wouldn’t be surprised if imposing martial law led to a series of events that culminated in a civil war.

Unless someone with opportunity eliminated Trump from office by one means or another immediately after he sent the order. This would probably be the best path to avoid having the country rip itself apart.

In practice your experience may vary. I went to pay at a Boots with a £20 Scottish note in England once, and the cashier was initially hesitant to accept it. Ultimately she did. That was the only time I tried it.

At first I thought we were finally going to learn the fate of that Russian.

My gf and I thought we saw a disappearance in the mid-90s as well. This was next to an area with rented horse stables and the like.

We saw a girl walk into a fairly small grove of trees, didn’t think much of it, but it was noteworthy because we’d never seen anyone wander in there. It was on the edge of the property and there wasn’t much else around the trees.

After a bit we went to check on her, nothing. Nobody we could find among or on the other side of the trees. She probably had kept going out the other side or emerged when we weren’t paying attention, but at the time we were convinced she had vanished.

My very first conspiracy theory: Space fuckery. I’ll lay out the dots and you can connect them.

On the morning of March 19 or 20, I observed what I was certain at the time was my first meteor sighting. This was in the greater Dallas area.

Skip to Sunday I found a story about meteor sightings reported in Houston and other areas. The sightings were from the previous day, March 21.

Since last weekend there have been further meteor reports across the US.

On Thursday March 26 there was a visible missile launch from the Cape Canaveral Space Force station.

This is all in good fun for me. But with this administration and the blunders in Iran, it won’t surprise me to learn later that they had something to do with it.

I put my leg through the ceiling of a General’s office. He wasn’t the commander of the base mind you, he was the commander over several bases.

Someone had asked my team to repair one of his lights, and his office was in a WWII era building that had had a facelift. So most everything you could see was newer looking, but that did not apply to the base structure of the building, which included the area above the ceiling. Took a bad step and CRASH, huge mess.

Lucky on two points: He wasn’t in his office, and I was able to grab support so as to not fall all the way through.

His secretary heard the commotion and yelled, “oh gosh, are you ok?” Bless her, she was concerned for me. Friends/coworkers laughing their asses off in the ceiling with me.

“Not sure. I think I probably need CPR!” Couldn’t resist saying this. Friends still howling.

“Oh jeez, I’ll call the Fire Department”.

“No, not necessary. I’m fine now, thank you.”

I never did see the General, and they didn’t want me in his office to clean the mess.

So this was my biggest mess in a figurative sense due the circumstances. Which would have been orders of magnitude worse had the General been at his desk.

For good or ill I still use it for mail, hell with 'em! I just don’t want to go through the hassle of brainstorming all those who have it and then changing it where necessary.

Hotmail from 1998.

Did you get some wires crossed here? After looking it up HMC is electronic music by a guy named Kim Cascone. The group you seem to reference is simply Fripp & Eno.

I’m going to check out both anyway, so thanks!

Something like this will fix 'er right up:

It sounds like he wants to get to know you but expresses it in a really dumb way. Is he annoying aside from this shitty question habit?

I’m an American who lived in England for a couple years. It doesn’t take long to wrap your head around sticking to the left side of the road.

I drove both left- and right-hand drive vehicles there, mostly manual shift. That all came pretty easy.

The biggest challenge I faced was the narrow roads. The American mind struggles with driving so close to other cars, particularly on undivided roads. It always feels like a sideswipe is coming (particularly when you’re a passenger) until you get used to it.

So now, years later and back in the US, I’m still comfortable driving in close quarters with other vehicles. I get criticized by passengers sometimes. I don’t ride close intentionally, but I have to be mindful of it for others’ sake.

Brent had taken my place at the round activity table in kindergarten when I went to get something. So I turned around and butt-butted his butt. I got a stern talking to for that one.

Thanks, I believe I will!

That month I left active duty military after 11 years, moved my family, and got licensed in my home state to do my job. I had prepared quite a bit and had family help, but it was still a rough life transition for all of us.

By that spring when everything started to settle down and go a bit smoother, the housing crisis set in. Everything got more expensive quickly. I remember worrying I wouldn’t be able to afford fuel for my long commute. I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to support my family.

Somehow we held it all together, but it was a stressful fucking year. Despite all I never regretted leaving the military…it was either that or go back (again) to secure Halliburton’s oil interests in Iraq.

7-yo me hated the original Ghostbusters game on NES. So much so that I devised a plan to get my birthday money back.

Toys R Us would only refund unopened games, but you could get an even exchange if a game was ‘defective’. So I made up some mumbo jumbo about how something didn’t work in the game, and my mom got it swapped for me (she was nervous for some reason). Took the unopened game to a different Toys R Us location and got my money back. I felt like a criminal mastermind.

I can’t really remember what I didn’t like about the game…probably I had a certain expectation as a big Ghostbusters fan that no NES game could meet.