ArtieShaw

I feel like an artificer would be skilled in the application of rouge. As well as foundation and eyeliner.

One doesn’t buy a 3D printer to make a knob. One is suddenly presented with a need for a knob (or a thingy, or a flangle, or a twizzlet…) and suddenly remembers, “hey - I have a 3D printer.” Followed by “I wonder if there are any matching designs in one of the several massive free databases of models.”

Particle Man by TMBG, of course.

It was a long time ago, but I have a vague memory of my mother making something distressingly close to this. I want to say she used one of those Easter lamb cake molds or something similar. She was a good cook and didn’t lack artistic ability - but had no sense of “this looks like an abomination.” Or “maybe I should slice this before trying to serve it.”

No one can win on this one.

Seat the smokers in back and “oh no, I have to sit next to the kitchen and restroom.”

Seat the smokers in front and “oh no, I have to walk through the smoking section to get to or from my seat, or go to the restroom.”

Or at least that’s how Denny’s was setup in our town.

Angry Susan.

Canadian milk also costs a little more in comparison.

Ah - that was why I was so confused. Canada, for example, limits the growth hormone in dairy cattle while the US does not.

Someone certainly delved too deep, but the eldritch horrors are sleeping. They’re content for now, but let’s hope Billy doesn’t get too curious. It looks like trouble brewing though.

When I was a kid, a neighbor was shot in his garage. There were definitely two stories that went around the neighborhood. One said suicide and the other said “cleaning his gun.” One of those was repeated when kids were around. The other when they thought no one was listening.

Years back, I read was a very odd story about the Korean belief that falling asleep in a closed room with a running fan would result in death. This also seems to be a cover story for suicide.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_death

That takes me back to a club I was in during the '80s. The instructor had a space heater that looked a lot like this. Basically a horizontal tube with an open flame that she used to heat her garage. She did an safety demonstration by dropping a paper towel into the flame, so we 6-year-olds would know what happens when you go near the heater. You burn, children. You burn. Effective.

That’s so charming! It’s my absolute favorite thing today.

Where I grew up there was an urban legend about radioactive deer. It was pre-internet, the deer were legitimately weird, and they lived in the woods adjacent to one of the US’s earliest nuclear research facilities. Everyone had seen them. The facility was active and well guarded. It seemed… plausible. Very plausible.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/argonne/4077627323 https://www.chicagomag.com/chicago-magazine/july-2016/argonne-national-laboratory/

Yeah - I remember reading about how these signs were laughably easy to “hack” a few years ago.

I thought about it for minute when the city installed one down the street. Then I imagined the weird shame I’d feel when my neighbors inevitably caught me, so never tried it out. Actually, in retrospect, they’d probably have helped.

I’ve always called it “map brain,” and am fascinated to watch people who don’t have that ability.

For example, my husband has been to the library and he has been to the grocery store. From home, he can get to either without any trouble. But if he’s at the grocery store and needs to go to the library? He’ll need to go home first. He just can’t visualize the steps if it’s a new path. He’s a brilliant guy, but he has a foggy brain map.

I’m pretty much the opposite, but what I love about GPS is that they’ll tell you which lane is optimal for the next exit. If it’s a new route, that’s super helpful.

Out of idle curiosity about your username, I’d like to ask.

Dune, cryptography, or both?

That would be ideal. I’ve also seen a few with weirdly discrete foot pedals. I like that idea, although the ones I’ve encountered haven’t exactly nailed the design.

1. Throwaway comment that mentions a potato chip tin that’s not directly relevant to the comic
2. Top image results link to etsy and I’m not bothering to check the rules about that
3. It’s not hard to find
4. Never expected anyone to lose their shit about it

Excellent work, though

Ah - my depression era grandparents never threw things away. One reason: they could re-use the object if it were durable enough. And they did.

By the '80s (maybe earlier?) they were complaining about the culture of trash. Their survival instincts were telling them to save and re-use. Their shiny new culture was telling them to throw that shit away.

I won’t link it, but an image can be found easily. Right now I’m looking at a New Era Potato Chip canister that lives in my office. (It’s weird - seriously, google it. “Feast Without Fear.”) It’s still good for storing things.

And Des Plaines, La Salle Street… I always keep telling my husband, “no, that’s not what it’s called” and he keeps getting rationally mad.

If we’re feeling the Indiana, there’s always Terre Haute.

Same. That’s why there’s a pass.