They generally have them on the containment units, and if they’re used elsewhere, on the pipes/machines carrying/using the chemicals.
Now, if they’ve been properly replaced since installation is a completely different question. I’ve seen far too many faded/shredded diamonds on the sides of things.
Damn, surprised Hotline Miami made that little. It feels like it’s still a fairly well known indie title. Not Stardew Valley big, but large enough that people still refer to it occasionally.
When I prayed for Jesus to be packin’, this is not what I meant.
Oh well, least I still have Mohammed. Maybe Buddha, too.
That’s the bad(and good) part with my lot. So damn intelligent and persistent, they figure out a way.
I’ve been tempted to move to child locks, but I’m half scared that by the time they’ve fully grown, they’ll have figured out how to manipulate those. I know at least one has figured out how to unzip my backpack, flush the toilet, and turn on faucets. She’s almost gotten down how to turn doorknobs by dangling.
“Who found a new way into the trash?”
Doesn’t matter what I do, someone is finding a way in there to see if there’s anything left in a food can.
Goes to show how well my memory works, I genuinely thought it was supposed to still be a thing in 1 but the official deal fell through until 2.
The official shoes of Sonic, at least during the Adventure era.
Those stars get a time most of us don’t, a time to truly recharge. That’s something I’ve really started striving towards, finding and making more time to be with the people, doing the things, that rekindle the fire.
I can’t say it’s made everything perfect, but I’ve been feeling better since finding them, and while there’s some wells they can’t help refill, the ones they do are enough to keep me going a little while longer, until I can find and share with them what does, and so I can keep helping refill theirs.
Same day, after the event at the school, thankfully, but I was with several fellow graduates when it happened. There was an extremely popular steakhouse we all went to with our families, and every one of us who ordered the signature steak ended up getting food poisoning, and several of us ended up getting caught very suddenly by it.
Days over, no coming back from that. Time for a long shower, fresh clothes, and go back to bed. Probably not sleep, because I’ll be dealing with embarrassment and flashbacks to graduating high school.
My only comfort still remains that I was not alone that day. Several of us got awful cases of food poisoning.
“What if there’s too much fire?” remains surprisingly relevant.
Though I guess we do have bigger expectations of what’s too much fire, given regular events.
That’s the great/terrible thing about parts of the U.S this time of year! You can do both in the same day! You can watch as the alerts for burn risk due to low humidity and high temperatures pops up alongside the freeze warning for the night.
It’s just the best! I fucking hate it! You stay in layers until the sudden onset of heatstroke. You get to feel like the Mad Hatter is in control of the thermostat, always ready to change layers.
Sometimes it’s not about being that person, but finding the people who draw that person out of you naturally.
Sorry for looking at this a bit deeper than I really should. Hitting on something I’ve been really thinking about lately.
A week, the fact that I love the Evangelion manga but don’t like the anime(though I do enjoy the movies. I don’t know what it is), and I genuinely have no fucking clue why I kept engaging.
I think we just kinda gave up, in the end. There wasn’t ever really a point, it wasn’t even a “thing is bad” argument, it was “I just don’t really enjoy experiencing thing x way” “here’s why you’re wrong for that”.
This could be total bullshit, but the way I’ve heard it is that our pain response can trigger something like a “play” response for certain birds. The reaction is a form of encouragement.
Totally justified punishment for magic doping. There is supposed to be honor and respect to a proper wizard fistfight!
Though the Wizard world has some… Problems
Stepfather. Was the only reason I got my chance to get out before things got really bad, my father finally sat my mother down and threatened to take everything to court if he had to, she could stay in the shit if she wanted, but he was getting me out and getting everything we needed to protect ourselves.
Some people find the experience of sticking things in their urethra highly stimulating. Some of those people get tired of the typical thin rod, and need something… More.
I’ve always been more curious as to who figured this out first. Someone had to be the first to scratch the inside of their dick with a stick to awaken a whole new itch, and I find that just slightly terrifying.