So what you’re saying is taking a walk is beneficial for stabilising the heart rate?

You gotta be careful with that sort of thing! Have people not seen Freakazoid?!

I mean, the rich drug dealers you know are rich from dealing, aren’t the ones to have that lifestyle long term.

The sensible and rich drug dealers are the ones you wouldn’t know about. Quite a few of them are landlords here in the UK (I can’t provide numbers, just a what I know thing so I won’t be offended if no one believes it - these are just my ramblings, officer).
Basically just sensible ways to turn black market income into seemingly legitimate income, through either self-employed businesses or other means.

They’ll have seemingly regular jobs, and will do their best to appear legitimate to not raise any red flags. You’d be very surprised at who the most successful drug dealers are, however chances are you’ll never know as well.

Hitler’s mustache was initially longer, however there was a decision to trim it. There are various theories as to why it was trimmed and shaped into the toothbrush as we recognise it for today.

I’m just saying I don’t think the market is going to be big enough for these models to even get close to emptying shelves. Maybe it’s not the right time, I don’t know, I’m just finding it difficult to see any use where people would find it more appealing than the form factors and devices they already have.

I was an adult when touch screens properly took off, and I doubt this is in the same league.

There was some practical purpose to touch screens, whereas this thing is just unnecessary. I doubt it would have the same effect.

I pick the category 'Things no one Asked For", for $25 Mr. Trebek.

You mean that’s what the hole in the wall was for?

Oh dear…

The REAL question is how much beans can I feed to a cat, and why does my house smell really bad?

I’m actually rather thankful for this entire drama, or rather my cats are.
I was ‘this’ close to forgetting some ham for their once in a while treat. Thanks, /c/vegan!

This article has completely missed a selling point of e-readers for people like myself: no constant refreshing.

My eye strain, when reading for a long time, doesn’t come from the light (or lack thereof), which is evident as a positive of backlit Kindles and other e-readers, though the constant flicker of screens. E-ink solves this issue perfectly, and with every device in that article mentioning “60Hz” on their alternatives I feel as though they’ve missed a big point of having an e-reader and what exactly constitutes as “paper like” (it’s a lot more than just “low/no backlight”).

You’ve been through a fair bit! Sounds like you have built a strong perspective. Your family sounds rather loving.

I’m sorry to read you were treated so poorly during your treatment. I hope you are in a better situation, if not now then in the near future.

Makes sense, though that just gives the impression that this site isn’t anything special. I swear there’s a million and a half streaming sites by now, and I would bet everyone using FMovies has found clones or alternatives (if they didn’t already know of some).

I’ll be honest, I didn’t even know about fmovies until everyone started talking about it here recently. I’ve just used Torrent sites for downloading, and Stremio for streaming and I have not noticed much hiccups.

Maybe they mean Terminator. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is working another job now, the economy is rough.

The title makes it sound like the FAA told SpaceX to go to their room, for being very naughty.

Not long after my mother recovered from chemotherapy, my grandmother passed away. I was tasked with disposing of my mother’s morphine, however I decided to take it for relief.

I was addicted not to the feeling of being numb so much, but the initial euphoria. I would snort the morphine in powder form. I know I did some rudimentary conversion, however after kicking it I forgot every single step and cannot remember a lot of that time.
Over a year had passed, yet my knowledge of it is very little. It feels as though I have lost parts of my life… Like I mean, literally lost.

The euphoric kick got less and less prevalent, and I felt as though I needed more in order to gain that initial kick - however I wasn’t even aware of this effect happening, despite all manners of media being rife with this step of opiate addictions. The act of increasing dosages came so naturally I don’t even think I made a conscious decision to, yet my tolerance rose to points where I was taking multiple times the lethal dose (for someone with base tolerance levels).

I saw what it was doing to me at one point, just by happenstance of looking into the mirror for a moment longer than usual.

I went cold turkey, and it was… Well, hell doesn’t even describe how this felt. It took about a couple of weeks, with the first being the worst.
I had locked myself up in my room, telling some folks to check up on me periodically, online friends mainly, and what to do if I don’t respond within a given time. I recall a moment where one of my friends was about to call an ambulance, because I was one minute late to answer (I was probably vomiting profusely).

The very last time I did that was in the second or third week of November, 2012.

I understand that going cold turkey could be very dangerous, especially with a built up tolerance, however at that point I would not have been able to wean myself off of the stuff. I was too far in, and without going extremely hard into it I probably would have died not too long after.

If you have a friend going through opiate addiction, please be there for them. That’s all I can say.

Women aren’t going to be able to get the bus back to the airport and I will be in the office tomorrow so I can do it for you and Rob and I can do it for you and Rob and I can do it for you and Rob and I can do it for you and Rob…

For some reason it keeps repeating the last part. I have no idea what this means, however I will surely be convinced it is a message from beyond… The airport?

Pacman was the first to simulate a real life mechanic, of munching pills, listening to repetitive music, and running from multicoloured ghosts.