I got Shokz Openrun Pro after dealing with a couple of shit pairs: everything falls out of my weirdly shaped earholes. I was worried about the band around the back, but I don’t even notice it. Because they’re bone conduction, they leave my ears open and I can hear cars or bike bells. My favourite bit is that I can wear them with earplugs when I mow the lawn and still hear music.

Good Morning Glipglorp! From the Androids and Aliens podcast by the Glass Cannon Network. It was a random bit of world-building that the players latched on to and ran with and it turned into a whole episode.

An American Werewolf in London.

I stayed up watching it on my brother’s black and white TV. My parents had no idea. I nearly shit the bed afterward when my brother jumped on me in the dark and yelled “raaaah.”

It depends on whether you’re referring to individual refried beans or the dish ‘refried beans’ as a whole.

If it’s the former, it would be ‘too many’ (individual) refried beans.

If it is the latter, it would be ‘too much’ (of) refried beans… Unless you had multiple servings, in which case it would be ‘too many’ (servings of) refried beans.

That is my opinion: as such it is subject to change should further information come to light.

Do I “approve” of sex work? It’s not my place to either approve or disapprove of what other people do with their time, their money or their bodies. The question is loaded to provide justification for your moral outrage.

Brussels Sprouts.

When I was a kid my mother used to boil them. I would gag from the taste. Mushy vomit-balls of awful.

A few years ago I watched a Jamie Oliver video on how to cook them properly and now they’re a staple with roasts and meat + 3 veg at our place. My wife, my oldest son and I fight over who gets the most.

It looks like a copy of Snake Tales. The art on this one is a bit rougher than what I recall from Snake Tales, but the style is the same.

“Correlation is not causation” is the phrase I use in that situation.

I had back surgery Nov 29 last year. Surgeon told me I’d never run again. This morning I ran a 29.35 at ParkRun. Never give up.

On Monday I get to start running again. I had surgery on my lower back at the end of November last year after a disc injury done in April 2022. I’m finally cleared to run again. 😁😁😁

This is the only correct answer.

@aihorde@lemmy.dbzer0.com draw for me a pirate ship with a jolly Roger at the top of the main mast

After having a back injury that has kept me from running all year, I finally had surgery at the end of November.

2023: I have walked two ParkRuns (23rd and 25th December) since surgery. 2024: Run. I’m not allowed (surgeon’s instructions) to run until at least March, but hopefully after that I’ll be out of the gate like a Melbourne Cup winner!

Sharp tools. Check them before you start. Check them after an hour or more of sustained use. Replace (disposable) blades more often. Sharp tools make work easier and safer, and you have the added benefit of a cleaner finish on the cut.

I haven’t laughed so hard in ages.

New:Subscribed until I catch up, then New:All to look for new communities to subscribe to.

The primary form of text communication in Australia is sms. I do a bit of regional travel in Australia and after adopting “chat features” (RCS) in the Google sms app I started having critical messages failing to go through (without notifying me) because of poor (data) reception and it wasn’t falling back to sms.

I love the features RCS brings to messaging and would love to use it, but it’s just not reliable without an uninterrupted data connection.

What my mother called “allergy testing.”

Basically, myself and my siblings were placed on a diet that consisted of rice cakes (the puffed-rice-compressed-discs-of-bland type) and margarine for a few days to “detox.” Then we were introduced to foods to see if we had an “allergic reaction.” Two things stand out in my memories.

1. I specifically recall the sensation of waking in the middle of the night to vomit my “dinner” all over myself: an entire plate of overcooked, boiled, green (string) beans. This meant, to my deluded mother, that I was allergic to string beans. I’m not. Unfortunately, though, I couldn’t stand the taste of string beans for about 30 years after that.

2. Going to birthday parties as an eight year old and bringing your own rice cakes (the puffed-rice-compressed-discs-of-bland type) and margarine and not being able to partake of the cakes and candy and soda and other sugary deliciousness was both soul cruising and humiliating.

Edit: punctuating

My mother currently has dirt floors.

A battered sav and a potato cake.