Thomas Moore6 said:Please tell me, does anyone know if those are still around? It’s been forever since I last saw them. I’m talking about those little candy packs and the tiny figurines used to fill them up—you know, the ones with Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck... I can't quite remember all the characters they had back then.
You can find Pez at any local convenience store or grocery shop these days. As for the actual dispensers... honestly, I haven't seen one in ages.
Michael Moore3 said:I find myself agreeing that people do shape their own lives, though I think it's more about the trajectory of one's choices rather than specific events. For instance, if a war breaks out, you aren't signing up for the front lines; instead, you might choose to pack up and head to a quieter part of the country with your family. If your environment becomes toxic, you move away; you detach; you refuse to let a problem you can't directly control dictate your existence. It takes a certain amount of grit to walk away from everything you've painstakingly built, but I've always felt that someone unwilling to tear down their current life to build a better one isn't truly living. Of course, this assumes a level of intentionality—acting with awareness of the consequences and responsibilities involved, rather than just reacting on impulse.
That’s a completely different conversation. Of course we have agency over our lives. But that's definitely not what those mindless self-help books and generic manuals tell you.
Do you honestly believe everyone is just out there architecting their own destiny? You realize that by saying that, you're basically dismissing every ounce of human suffering in history and pinning all of someone's misery squarely on their own shoulders, right? Life is nowhere near as perfect as that sounds. I don't know what part of the country you're living in, but take a look around you.
Michael Moore3 said:Imagine a moment where you’re facing your own end, fully aware of the finality of it all—everything you’ve built, everything you’ve owned, and the entirety of your physical existence on this planet... And then, with that heavy realization, you’re asked a single question: Would you choose to return to an Earth like this one? You’d start over as a completely different person, free from the baggage and anxieties of your previous life, beginning from scratch with the absolute freedom to design a life exactly how you want it. The only thing that carries over is your core essence, the fundamental "you." Would you actually opt back into a material existence like ours?"
So, would you take that deal? Yes or no, and what’s the reasoning behind it? 🙂
If I don't remember anything, then "I" don't exist anymore. That version of me dies with the body. So, honestly, it wouldn't matter to me.
Now, if I were born again and—after getting through that helpless baby stage and the chaos of adolescence—I actually realized, "Oh, it's me," and understood that I had returned... then yeah, I think I’d do it. It sounds incredibly stressful, but I think I would. There is just too much work to be done on this planet. If there were continuous cycles where I could return, remember my past, and essentially upgrade myself through experience, that would probably justify most of the suffering we go through. Though, after a few hundred years, I might get bored. I might just get tired of the whole grind.
They aren't going to pull off that experiment. You can't have the subject acting as the researcher at the same time; if the experiment fails, the data they provide is going to be garbage. In plain English—they’re just going to pass out. You need someone there to actually keep them awake. Honestly, I wouldn't recommend trying this; it's a recipe for disaster.
Hey there, I’m looking to get a wedding cake made. Short and sweet. -Sure thing, can you give me a few more details on what you're thinking? Can the little figurines on top be edible? -We can certainly try to make that happen. Anything else? Could you put a giant ant behind them, like they're all... terrified of it? -... Well... we haven't actually had an order quite like that before, but... we could probably pull it off... *whispering to colleague* Throw in some edible flowers and those little silver sprinkles too. -Got it... Any other special requests? Maybe some squid ink to give the sponge a darker tint? Nah, regular sponge is fine. Just... fill it with oranges. I love oranges. -Haha, alright then... *whispering and giggling* I think that covers it. -Okay, just let me know when you need it by. Anytime before midnight works. I just picked up a three-pack of Coke; I'm planning on catching a marathon of 1950s B-movie horror on TV. It's playing on the third channel. Hopefully, this stuff isn't as warm as the stuff I grabbed at the gas station.
I mean, what else would it be based on if not chemistry? Every single pill out there—whether it’s pure synthetic stuff or just some crushed-up, dried-out plant matter—it all works through chemical reactions. It’s just basic science at that point.
Have you even tried just having a normal conversation? Sometimes a real talk is way more effective than any pill, regardless of what’s inside them.
Ashley Campbell7 said:The first time this happened, I had just finished some popcorn. I honestly thought a kernel was just stuck in my throat. 😂 Then, later on, my doctor told me it was actually strep throat and prescribed antibiotics. It felt totally off, though—nothing hurt, no fever, nothing... I just kept thinking there was food lingering back there. 😂 I don't see it as a big deal or anything dangerous; I haven't even noticed how often it happens. Honestly, I usually just clear it out with some Smacks... you know, those hard, crunchy ones... and if I swallow them whole—maybe two or three at a time... 😁 it just scrapes everything right out. 😍 I'm actually glad I stumbled onto this thread, because now I know it wasn't just the popcorn. 😂
You were swallowing Smacks? How did they not get stuck? 😲
There’s really no therapy for this other than manual cleaning, which—let’s be honest—is a disgusting experience for both the patient and the person doing the digging. 😁
You should talk to a doctor about just getting them pulled. There isn't a middle ground here. It’s either surgery or you're committed to constant deep cleaning and an aggressive oral hygiene routine for the rest of your life.
I don't know what to tell you. People love to talk about "destiny" like it’s some pre-written script handed down from the heavens, but honestly? It feels more like trying to navigate a crowded Manhattan subway station during rush hour without a map. You think you know where you're headed, then someone bumps into you, a train breaks down, and suddenly your entire trajectory is shot. It’s easy to get caught up in the idea that everything happens for a reason—that there's some cosmic alignment pulling the strings. But I look at it more like a game of poker. You can have a decent hand, you can play it smart, and you can follow all the rules, but at the end of the day, someone might just pull an ace out of their sleeve and flip the table. That isn't fate; that's just life being unpredictable. We try to find patterns because humans hate chaos, but sometimes a mess is just a mess. There's no grand design behind a spilled cup of coffee or a missed flight, just entropy doing its thing. kaže: Look, if we’re talking about issues that exist on a purely physical level, then we’re venturing into different territory entirely. If that were actually the case, it wouldn't just be about the moment you sit down in front of a nurse for a blood draw; it would mean you’d be feeling off or dizzy every single day, regardless of whether you're at the clinic or sitting on your couch. It’s like saying if you had a bad reaction to a specific brand of coffee, you'd feel sick every morning you drink it, not just when you visit a Starbucks. If the problem was truly physiological, it wouldn't be tied to a specific medical appointment.☕
Let’s be real: getting blood drawn is a genuine shock to the system. It isn't just a minor inconvenience, either. For some people, it hits like a freight train, while others might only feel a slight dip. There are definitely certain body types or folks out there whose systems just take the hit way harder than most. It’s a physiological jolt, plain and simple. Look, you can argue it’s physiological, or you can argue it’s psychological—you know, that whole "oh my god, I'm bleeding out, there's a hole in my hand, I'm losing everything" kind of panic. Or, honestly, it could be a mix of both. But why does everyone feel the need to pick a side? It’s rarely that black and white. 🤷
It could be rooted in your headspace, or it could be purely physiological. It really just depends on the individual. It’s not some black-and-white, one-size-fits-all kind of thing.
The staff in these hospital wards just don't get it. They don't realize that you HAVE to crack a window in the waiting rooms, because people are literally passing out from the lack of air. But of course, they’re too busy worrying about being cold. It's just... 🙄
Uh, back to this old thread. I honestly have no clue when a new one is coming out, nor did I even realize there was going to be a sequel.
So, I finally watched My Neighbor Totoro. I caught it about two years ago during the summer, and man, it was such a vibe. It doesn’t exactly have a massive, complex plot, but I didn't mind that at all. It’s the kind of thing you watch just to chill out and soak it in. There are definitely some creepy elements—you know, those black spirits and that weird cat-bus—but the characters' sense of childhood wonder turns everything into a great experience. It’s a fantastic animated film; I’d recommend it to anyone, especially on a sweltering summer afternoon. Here is a picture, looks like some fan art. It's a famous scene, just a little... different. Not exactly pleasant. 😁
There’s actually a whole laundry list of logical reasons why sleeping in her bed might be uncomfortable. We're talking things like bad pillows, weird acoustics in that specific corner of the room, poor lighting, drafts, or just terrible ergonomics...
It’s a mountain of very specific, verifiable reasons, yet people ignore them. Why bother looking at actual facts when you can just grab onto some pseudo-scientific nonsense that isn't any more convincing than saying: "I can't sleep in this bed because a unicorn from the Atlantic Ocean pees on it every single night."
Seriously, give me one single reason why your claim about "radiation" is any more accurate than my italicized little joke. Just remember—there isn't a shred of evidence that those "radiation" levels even exist.
Peter Sullivan5 said:http://www.medicalnews.com/article/103/
And honestly, what’s the actual difference between this and just sticking your foot in front of a space heater or a fireplace? I mean, seriously, they're basically just rediscovering hot water here. Plus, those health magazines you see sitting on the shelves at CVS always seem to be peddling some kind of nonsense. Now, apparently, you have to drop a small fortune on a... INFRARED LAMP that supposedly emits... INFRARED LIGHT, when you could just get the standard thermal radiation from a Walmart heater for $33. 😁
Maria Hayes said:Yeah, there aren't any doctors on duty because it's Sunday. My dad is stuck in the hospital, but since it's the weekend, there isn't anyone available right now to pull his test results, so we won't know for sure what's going on until tomorrow. And look, my dad isn't a toddler; I can't just pick him up by the hands and feet and carry him out of the building. And let’s be clear... I don't know how things work in your neck of the woods, but the medical situation here in the States is a completely different story. Even though I live in a smaller town with just a tiny local clinic, all the actual hospitals are at least two hours away. It's hard to explain, but honestly, my only priority right now is making sure my dad is okay, nothing else matters.
Look, even if you lived in the middle of nowhere, someone would show up. Honestly, it sounds like you're making this up.
Peter Sullivan5 said:Sure, it’s possible that using IR light isn't recommended during that early post-op phase. I was just hoping for some actual expert insight here, because we're talking about specific light frequencies that a regular person isn't going to nail, especially when you're messing around with consumer-grade gear. For elite athletes, getting that IR exposure right is a massive part of the recovery process after surgery. But hey, thanks anyway. Maybe someone who actually knows their way around this stuff will chime in.
Look, a heated heating pad puts out the whole infrared spectrum. Same goes for that lamp. You can bet your life it isn't emitting monochromatic radiation. That much is certain.