NeedingvsGetting

My cat pretends he's starving to death. Every day. Even though I just fed you, Mojo

I have! But unfortunately, I had the same result as if it were my phone/tablet. I really wish I understood why it was like this for me so I could maybe work on it, but I guess I'm just one of those "need-to-physically-turn-the-page" people :/

I'm registered to donate, they won't take them unless I get an expensive genetic test. My brother just passed away, and they wouldn't let him donate anything because we had an aunt a couple of generations ago who had Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (a prion disease that causes dementia)

I've tried digital books, but I've found that physical books work much better for my brain. I retain more information and can "get lost" in the story, whereas, for some inexplicable reason, digital books being read on a screen kind of "flatten" a story for me. It's almost like a 3d vs 2d experience for me.

I hope this investigation takes out Vos, too. THAT would be a win-win for the state

Thanks, I hate it

Hi neighbor! Wisconsinite here to throw our hat in the ring. I used to live on a residential road in the Milwaukee area that had a sign on either end that said "Rough Road". It was permanently installed. There were asphalt patches on top of patches that had been used to patch older patches. Half the patches turned to potholes, and then they ran out of patch money. But apparently had just enough left in the budget for signs.

I moved to across town to another suburb of Milwaukee, and the new street I live on partially caved in right beside my neighbor's driveway

I drove through Nebraska one time, and the only thing I remember is how bad that state smelled. "Industrial Rot" was the best way I could describe it

All the time! Both when lying on my side and lying on my back. It's comfy

If you want to keep those dress shoes, you can get them re-soled. They'll be good as new!

I have an unopened bottle of Seagrams from 1946, and a bottle of Old Forester from 1953, where time + the VERY heavy glass stopper cracked the plastic seal and broke the cork. Both belonged to my better half's grandfather

20+ years ago, when I was a freshman in high school, a Palestinian refugee joined our class. He mentioned off-handedly how quiet it was where we lived at night - he was used to hearing rockets/bombs all night while trying to sleep.

Then I started reading.