Nosing (instead of reversing) into a parking spot. You always pick the conditions of your arrival, but not always your departure. Also, reversing into traffic is ridiculous and illegal in some places. Parking nose-first is dangerous and lazy.

EDIT: Love how you’re all justifying your bad driving habits. Camera? Still can’t scan for incoming traffic. Bad weather only on occasion? It’s more than bad weather that can make reversing out of a door dangerous.

… and I HATE angle parking.

It’s other common name is the European Fat Dormouse.

I don’t see why the need to shame. Some of us like our dormice with some fat on them.

Listen here, Zac. The meme is addressed to “Mom”, a representative parental figure of - let’s assume - Gen X. Now, Gen X was not really into anime, which is the butt of the joke. They weren’t a bunch of weebs and probably also refer to group of the Japanese warrior class as ‘samurais’. HOWEVER, they called lots of little bricks ‘lego’. It was Millennials that started calling them ‘legos’.

So, I’m pointing out the hypocrisy.

Go play with your Legos, child.

I believe that “Indian Giving” is sourced in a cultural misunderstanding between Indigenous and European societies. Indigenous societies were reciprocity based, so giving gifts should be reciprocated with a gift of like value to strengthen relationships, or increase honour (social standing). The Europeans were working in a patron-client system so a gift was seen as a way of purchasing access to power through a patron. The Europeans thought the Indigenous people were paying for access to power (like a tributary), so there’s no expectation of returning a like gift. The indigenous people thought they were entering into a mutual relationship, and when a like gift wasn’t returned that was seen as reneging, so they took back their ‘offer’.

Glad to have an anthropologist kick my ass.

Now draw a fire holding the woody species.

I suspect round one is like eating milk, and round two is a fine cheese. Or eating cabbage, and later experiencing it as a well-aged kimchi. I’m sure it’s full of probiotics.

A longer digestive system is necessary to properly break down plant cellulose. This is why some small herbivores are copraphagic (eat their own shit, like rabbits): it takes two times through to extract adequate nutrients.

Thanks! Didn’t guess that, but they’re just a little farther up the coast.

What nation is this from? Nuu-chah-nulth? Tlingit? Kwakwakawak? Haida?

… I’ve seen similar from all.

I’ve been wondering a lot about absurdism in humour. There are people who laugh when they see something disastrous happen, like a man reflexively trying to stop a cement truck from tipping and getting squashed dead. Or a recent news story of the only fatality in a school bus crash: it was an observer who got hit by a vehicle as he ran across the highway to see if the kids were ok. A lot of the time this laughing response to a disaster is interpreted as schadenfreude, but a good portion of the time I believe it’s absurdism.

We try so hard to have agency, to do something, but the World doesn’t give a fuck. You have two choices when shit goes so wrong: you can wail about the unfairness of it all, or you can laugh at the absurdity of our efforts in the face of the colossal chaos of it all. The laughter is stronger.

It’s interesting to me that some cultures seem to have absurd humour baked in. The Aussies and Kiwis seem to have it. They just make jokes about and laugh at the most horrific situations.

I’ve been wondering a lot about absurdist humour. Dan Carlin relates a story of an old Air Force colonel who

IRC the genetics don’t support that. It looks more like Polynesians originate from the area around Taiwan, sharing DNA with the indigenous Taiwanese. Again IRC there are some South American genes present in the Easter Island or Tahiti area, which seem to have been introduced pre-European contact. It’s tricky to tell though because there has been so much sharing of genetics since then. It looks like maybe some Polynesians went to South America one or a few times and returned.

Canada’s Brightest Ditch-Digger

Yeah, the sponge underside mushrooms are boletes, and I am not aware of any that are poisonous.

“Vamipre”.

I had a customs officer take me aside and interrogate me after a series of long international flights. “If you don’t have anything illegal, why are you so jumpy?” “Because I’ve been awake for 48 hours straight and I’m getting interrogated by a guy in a uniform determined to pin something on me!?!” Motherfucker.

The leaves change colour

Technology fails humans

A second stone age.

So it’s Francophones, not Anglophones misgendering you?

A power outage

Turns my shiny computer

Into a dead rock.

EDIT: Lemmy edited out my paragraph breaks.