I personally have finished three chapsticks from top to bottom. (using them correctly, not eating them.)
Feels silly but I’m jazzed about my pen hitting the end of its ink life this week.
Also I can write my name super small.
Damn that’s itty bitty
Learning React JS or at least a bit of it.
Didn’t realize until recently that since I knew a bit of HTML, CSS, and vanilla JS that it wasn’t like learning a new language. It was essentially like learning a new way to mix aspects from all three.
I ended up with the absolute worst shopping buggy in the store, constantly clacking and hanging up. I found it was somehow much easier to push backwards…
People looked at me funny, but hey, if it seems stupid but works, it’s not stupid.
I actually like driving backwards sometimes because you can do cool reverse 180 spins
I always get stuck with the cursed cart but I roll with it. In a crowded store on the weekend nothing is more fun than power walking and doing extreme maneuvers with a loud as fuck cart.
I slept with your mom. I know she bangs everyone, but it meant something to me.
Dad? Is that you?! Did you finally get those cigarettes?
Every once in awhile, I will wash, dry, and FOLD all my laundry in one day.
Only when company is coming over. And I never have company over.
That’s a grand achievement
Right? This was for simple stuff.
The trifecta!
How the hell did you finish 3 chapsticks?
In the last few years I’ve finished a dozen or so. In college I used about 1 pen per semester from start to finish in the same way. I tend to use nail clippers until they are dull, too.
I leave a chapstick (Burt’s bees) at my desk at home and another in the pants I go out with (which moves to new pants with my wallet as necessary). Hard to lose things when I have a system, I guess.
I’ve had the same pair of nail clippers for like, 20 years now? The brand doesn’t exist anymore, sadly.
Same here.
Dedication.
I’ve kind of wanted to die for over a year, but I dropped the hand scanner in the self checkout and it landed between the wires of the rack on the underside of the shopping cart so that it was hanging perfectly, and that was pretty cool
Congratulations on being here! You matter !
Neat! Also, I don’t know you but, I’m glad you’re here
In line with your submission, I kept a Bic pen from brand new to absolutely gone. It took years, but I’m not exactly jotting down notes all day.
Now I carry a nub of a carpenter’s pencil with me and I’m much happier.
In line with yours, I broke my new pen & kept it till it was empty as well!
I managed to keep the same pair of sunglasses for nearly 20 years.
I lost them when I was helping my sister move and her mother-in-law mistook them for hers. By the time we figured it out she couldn’t find them.
I find the mates to MOST of my socks
Did you work out where the drier puts them? Every load, two matching socks go in, but when I unload them there’s either; just one sock, or two different socks.
I cheat and use Loc-a-Sok sock holders. I still may take forever to get my laundry out of the dryer, but almost never lose a sock!
Do they act to maintain the stock’s grip on our plane of existence?
There is a pocket dimension, just behind the lint filter. I use one of those grabbers to fish socks out and I toss back ones that aren’t mine.
No shit, most washing machines really eat socks. They sometimes slip between rubber and drum and then slowly dissolve. Have seen a video of that happening. And have found a lost sock when I had to repair the machine.
THEY IS THE CHOSEN ONE
I committed to sleeping in a silk bonnet every night, and my hair is so much nicer now :)
Hell yeah
I answered a ringing payphone, just like in the movies.
Had that happen in an elevator. Elevator call boxes have a phone line for emergencies.
RING!
(pushes button)
“Hello?”
“Hello, who is this?”
“This is an elevator.”
“No, seriously, who is this?”
“No, seriously, this is an elevator.”
(Everyone in the elevator starts laughing)
“OMG… this really is an elevator!”
“Well, yeah, that’s what I told you.”
“How are you talking to me?”
“The call box started ringing so I pushed the button.”
“Um, OK, can you hang up now?”
“Well, there’s no real phone, just a button and a speaker, so I think you have to hang up.”
(CLICK)What did it say? Don’t leave us hanging, goddamnit!
I was in a train station, a woman was looking for her skateboarder son who was supposed to be waiting for the next train. He wasn’t there.
This happened to me one time like 15 years ago. I was sitting on a bench and a pay phone next to me started ringing. I picked it up and the local police department was on the other end.
They said they’d gotten a 911 call from this number. I said this was a pay phone and they were like, “Oh. Are there like, any kids or teenagers around?”
I looked around. There was a big group of teenagers maybe 30ft from where I was sitting. “Yep, there’s a few nearby.”
They said, “It was probably them. But we’re gonna send someone by just to make sure everything’s okay.”
A few minutes later a cop came by and asked if I was the person they spoke to on the phone. “Yep.” He looked around and verified there was no emergency and then left.
In a public school that had is own number, a harmless prank people used to pull was to dial the payphone’s own number then immediately hang up and dash off. It would then ring and confuse the person who was nearest.
You just unlocked a memory here.
Is that how they found you, Nemo?
I can place my hands in front of my chest and make circles, hands going in opposite directions.
Have you tried patting your head and rubbing your belly at the same time?
Nice
I can hum and whistle at the same time. Dogs always snap to attention and look at me when I do it lol
Can you harmonize with yourself?
Nah don’t got enough control for that though sometimes it gets close on accident. Whistle I can bend the pitch a little bit, but mostly sharp/flat. Can’t really shift full on notes easily
Huh damn just gave it a more concerted effort and I can get them pretty much in sync/harmonized haha. It feels so weird!
That’s cool as fuck.
It’s really easy! Hum using the back of your throat (it’s bassy) while pursing your lips, you use the air to push the whistle. You don’t have a lot of control over your tones but it’s fun.
One time as a 19-year-old, I planned out an entire Traveler campaign in the span of two weeks. 46 planets, each with distinct cultures, local flora and fauna, and a unique questline for each one. There was an overarching plotline about a Doctor Sinestar abducting people and stealing tech. I basically spent two weeks in my room furiously typing from when I woke up until I fell asleep at my keyboard, ignoring my bodily functions until my body forced me to take care of it. It was a race against burnout, and I won, but at what cost?
