:sputnik:
Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…
Also:
:traingang:
I fooled you, I fooled you, I got pig iron, I got pig iron, I got all pig iron.
The Death of Stalin (2017), starring Steve Buscemi as :corn-man-khrush:, Michael Palin as :molotov:, Jeffrey Tambor as a sex pest (off-camera), and Jason Isaacs as Field Marshal Zhukov. Produced by the :LIB: behind Veep and In the Loop, so pretty ahistorical and full of praise for the corn lord.
[Zhukov] A modern soldier’s greatest fear, it’s not death, it’s not starvation, it’s chafing!
[Khrushchev, interjecting] …And then he planted the flag in Hitler’s bunker or he knocked the bear out with one punch.
[Zhukov] …It was Goebbels’s bunker, not Hitler’s!
At least he gets dragged in the replies. It’s oddly heartwarming to see that people are getting fed up with shitlib civility discourse.
No offense, @Civility
:maybe-later-kiddo: Sorry, sweaty, the Senate Parliamentarian says we can’t legislate Federal-level reproductive rights!
This has some real “say what you will about pedophiles, but at least they slow down while driving through school zones” vibes.
:joe-ligotti: :stalin-gun-1::fedposting:
In Shadow Hearts: Covenant, you pal around with a goddamned Romanov.
We’ve moved from weapons-grade copium to sheer denial.
He needs to insult something that the g*mers regard as a sacred cow, though, like The Witcher 3.
Straight out of the MKULTRA playbook.
You get used to it. What kind of mask are you using? I had a horrible time with the over-the-nose style; nasal pillows aren’t quite as horrid, and didn’t leave me with acne problems on my upper lip or dents in my forehead skin.
As for alternatives, I remember about 15-16 years ago, Canadian doctors were experimenting with a treatment involving implanting fiberglass pillars in patients’ soft palate tissue. I’m not sure how that panned out – guessing not well, since it’s not more widespread.
Have you had your tonsils out? I was able to drop my pressure setting a little bit after I had mine out, and for some people, it’s enough to ditch the CPAP entirely. Weight loss also helps, but if your palate droops, it’s going to cover your airway regardless of your weight; your best case there is just a pressure reduction, and you’ll still have to sleep with the mask on. You’ll get less leakage/discomfort while exhaling at lower pressures, though.
Re: the runny nose thing, I struggled with that for years. I’ve had pretty good luck with generic Flonase – it should be safe to take fairly long-term, as long as you aren’t prone to any of the side effects. Note that, unlike normal nasal sprays (e.g., Afrin), it takes several days to really take effect since it’s a corticosteroid. The other option is a full face mask, which might be nice to have around as a spare (e.g, while sick or dealing with seasonal allergies), but it would suck to have to use full-time.
fat people are fucking beautiful
I assure you that I am not.
Cancel yourself, and cancel everyone around you.
Think of this comparison, in true eastern European style, as a “serious joke”. First, excuse the silly part: there are leagues of difference between the intrigues of a totalitarian party state and the Democratic primaries.
Totalitarian party state? Are they talking about the US?
There were obviously no free and fair elections in the USSR.
Oh. :LIB:
I propose that we allow each captured goose a stay of execution and immediately release it back into the wild based on its response to “honk if Thatcher’s dead.”
Holy shit, thank you; I was getting worried that I was the only one who remembered the “SMASH MOUTH EAT THE EGGS” bit. I missed the denouement back when it happened, but I guess I’m not that surprised at how Hedren handled it. I think it’s less that he was irony-poisoned and more that internet comedy writers tend to be awkward dorks in-person, and Hedren was no exception. As an awkward dork myself, I really can’t fault him for that. Duder looks like a deer in the headlights when a dumb internet joke took on a life of its own and he managed to get himself dragged in front of a crowd with two celebrities.
Live by the keyboard, die by the keyboard.
*teleports behind you*
Nothing personnel, kid