Will prices start going down now?

If the claim of invention instills a sense of pride that prevents assholes from tearing it down, then keep pushing that story.

I’m in the US, and every time some right wing jackass mentions Canada’s healthcare, they pull a story out of their ass about someone who died waiting for care. Conveniently ignoring the large number of people in the US who die without even considering the possibility of healthcare because they can’t afford it. Left unsaid: “You don’t understand! The person I know who died was white!”

The media should certainly respond to Trump’s bullshit, but the response should be to ignore it and keep asking what his plans are to reduce prices, end inflation, and all the other impossible, contradictory promises he made to get the morons in this country to vote for him.

When I still managed a team, at the beginning of every team meeting, we’d have the Two Minute of Hate. Everyone in the team would be able to complain about whatever was bothering them.

Very often, when the hate was work related, the team would come together to solve the problem. It worked really, really well.

Other managers tended to be very uptight about the idea.

Sometimes the hate would last through most of the meeting.

After some fairly distressing and debilitating hates, I added Eye Bleach permanently to the end of the agenda. It was when people would share something to make everyone feel better. It was usually either cute pet or kid pictures, or happy news or uplifting stories.

I still work there, but I’m not a manager anymore. I’m still strangely part of the management team, but I have no direct reports, and I’m not officially a manager.

I’m not really sure I was really the person they wanted managing people. I suppose it’s not too surprising, but the entire management team seems to think they are what keeps the place working. I always saw management as a necessary evil. My team was what kept things working, not their manager.

“Room temperature” is such an odd way to refer to a temperature.

It never drops below room temperature in a room. Because, you know, room temperature is the temperature of the room.

Neither did my grandparents. Likewise, my parents didn’t update their will when my children and nieces were born.

The attitude among all generations has been: your own kids inherit, and they distribute to their kids as they see fit.

I wasn’t in my grandparents wills, but I ended up with some of their furniture.

It’s only mediocre if it isn’t prepared properly.

Waffle bowl for the win!

You’re doing it wrong. It sounds like you’re following some goofy rules about what Thanksgiving is supposed to be.

Turkey? Yeah, sure, we’ll have one. Ours wears a woven blanket made of bacon to cook. Never had it come out dry.

Ham too, why not. Lasagna, of course. Crab cakes, definitely. Maybe a beef roast or ribs.

Sides? No fewer than 12. Chestnut stuffing, potato filling, green beans, roasted potatoes, caprese salad, broccoli, asparagus, etc.

Desserts. Should be four or five. Pumpkin pie (don’t like it? Good. I wanted it all anyway). Cherry pie. Apple pie. Blueberry pie, chocolate cream roll, ice cream, etc.

Based on your description, whoever is cooking your food doesn’t know how to do it right. It’s not like Thanksgiving requires you to cook everything wrong.

Luckily, if you try to eat a polar bear liver, the polar bear will stop you.

But don’t worry, human liver is safe for polar bears to consume.