Sorry guys, we know it’s a problem for you, but you’re gonna have to carry this to term.

You can’t just post something like this without making sure they’re okay! Like either they’re being adopted or at least their mother is coming right back to take care of them, and is getting plenty to eat! And someone is going to see they all get spayed/neutered, including mom!

True, but also the consequences of living homeless in New England would force you to either come up with some kind of way to afford shelter or move south. Whereas more homeless people die on the streets in California than you might expect, but the perception is that you can live outdoors safely all year. So there’s less incentive to scrape together enough money for a home.

Add to that, very few people move to New England with a crazy idealistic view of their opportunities to make it big. If they move there at all, it’s because they have a job lined up. Dreamers crash and burn in California every day.

Or anthropomorphizing it, expressing sympathy for it, in a country with a lot of suicides and a love of robots.

The fact they’re not going to just replace it with another robot could argue for either case.

Did it, though? My 90 year old mother used it in the same way since her childhood. I think it’s always been sarcastic, probably from use by lowly soldiers. In the phrase, she pronounces and spells it as “gummint work” even though she would normally say “government.”

Well that’s gone to shit in the ensuing 10 years.

Okay, for those who only read the headline and not the article, the text is the Bhagavad Gita.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhagavad_Gita

So, not poster-sized. More like adding a Bible to the library. I think you’re going to run into a tldr problem there. I don’t know the Gita, is there a shorter excerpt that could be on a poster?

The bread is not shown but it could be on the side or maybe OP ate it because it came out first

If you get to the Pearly Gates as a fat mole rat, point out to St Peter that with climate change and rising ocean levels, Heaven may need your attributes soon.

It’s just the spiders under your skin.

But maybe it’s the nerves or capillaries that run through the layers of fat and skin, as walking shakes them up and gets the blood pulsing through. Even in fit people the skin shakes a little as it slides back and forth over the moving muscles. Once you get into a serious workout, there’s too much other sensation from the muscles and tendons, and the blood vessels are as busy and hopefully open as they’re going to get.

Bear in mind I have no actual idea, just speculating.

Fries and salad, I think

Cringing means you’re better now than you were then.

Besides, after seeing the debate, the sense of doom is going to keep me up all night anyway.

Obviously society is broken, and guns are doing a lot of the breaking. The people teaching these classes agree about that as well. But they’re not in a position to fix that. They’re trying to use the skills they have to mitigate one part of the fuckedness. Maybe two parts: a kindergartner could perhaps save their friend’s life one day, and in the meantime they’re already having justified nightmares about shootings, so maybe the lesson will let them turn those dreamstories in a slightly better direction.

It could only help.

Don’t you have voicemail-to-text so you can read them instead of listening? Might have another name, voicemail transcription or something.

All you got had to speak. You didn’t really want more, did you?

For most of these calls, letting them have their say is the goal for both of you.

On your side that might just be because it helps prevent another phone call later, but good enough.

On their side, they made the call, so they either enjoy calling or they got all prepared and need to get it out.

Any follow-up you have can be done the decent way, by typing.

Feels pretty scary to the parent as well

Permanently, possibly.

Hey, I learned something new today, thanks!

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/White-shoe_firm

It was actually cleaning companies that worked after hour and used children in cleaning slaughterhouses. Which is of course terrible and dangerous. (Slightly less traumatic than actually killing the animals but still inexcusable.)

I’m not recommending it. It was what I was referring to as dystopian.

But even in my childish '60s childhood there was a bicycle accident where knowing something to do about stopping bleeding would have helped both the other kid and me.

Having been in life-or-death medical situations since then, it’s a lot less mentally traumatic if you know something you can do and focus on trying to do it right, instead of trying to figure out from scratch what if anything you could do.