It is very pleasing to know I wasn’t alone in this thought.

I never thought I’d meet the inventor of blogs!

When I was a kid I broke my arm. I thought I was a poet at the time and wrote a poem about the breakage, entitled “it’s shaped wrong.” My mom submitted it … Somewhere? … And it got accepted into a poetry book. She bought the book for, iirc, $50.

I’ve always felt vaguely ashamed about it. Even if I thought it was good at the time (it wasn’t), it was a four line poem, not nearly worth $50.

It would be kind of funny if it was the same company.

You stole my cat.

These are all network addresses that refer to localhost - how a computer addresses itself.

Probably, but fortunately it hasn’t happened again in almost twenty years, so I’m not overly concerned about it. Still, your concern for my wellbeing is appreciated!

I think they all theorized it was a food allergy (I have a vague memory of being given steroidal treatments) but I don’t really recall. If that was what they thought, it may or may not have been correct, but it’s inconsistent with anything I’ve experienced before or since.

Something like seventeen years ago, I discovered this as well and gratefully enjoyed my cookie. Not ten minutes later, I was spewing fluid from every orifice I have. I developed hives, too. Also, I didn’t realize until someone told me, but apparently I had an extreme pallor.

I’ve never had an allergic reaction to a cookie before, nor an allergic reaction that severe to any food item. I hadn’t consumed anything else suspect that day. It was bad enough that, once I had a sufficient break in my extensive leakage, I went to the hotel lobby where the hotel manager happened to be; he took one look at me and immediately went to call an ambulance without even asking me.

Once I was in the ambulance, even the paramedics commented on the volume and violence of my still ongoing reaction.

I was hospitalized overnight and it went away on its own over several hours. I was at a hotel for a week of on-site training for a new job and somehow the employer heard about it - I got major credit for showing up to the first day of training the next morning despite the circumstances.

Nothing else went wrong health wise during that trip but I haven’t stayed at that chain since.

edit: Corrected a word.

Thank you for the link and information!

Hey, this almost exactly matches my situation. Neat.

I’m nowhere close by and would be grateful for an explanation.

You misspelled “Colbyyyyyy,” just FYI.

Supposedly, on any of the many occasions when archaeologists have found what is clearly an antique dildo, tradition advised labeling them something like “ceremonial relic.”

https://youtu.be/GlTEjlHXXkw

My first house was in a town where the hall of records burned down in 1920. Which means that no one still around knows when anything older was actually built, butofficially everything older was built in 1920.

Does Agent Venom count? I’ve only read a little about the character, but enjoyed what I saw.

In - I think - the first issue, he ends up carrying an armed grenade in his mouth for most of it; I remember there being some pretty funny quips about it.

There are many stories about Daniel Radcliffe being confused for Elijah Wood and vice versa; this one is pretty good:

Radcliffe also shared a funny story about an occasion where he was mistaken for Wood, but because of a language barrier, he signed an autograph anyway–with the words, “I am not Elijah Wood.”

“I was once on a red carpet in Japan and a photo of you [Wood] was thrust at me. My first instinct was to say, ‘Oh, I’m not … So I can’t …’ but I thought the language barrier would be too much,” Radcliffe said. “So the quickest way to deal with it was just to write, ‘I am not Elijah Wood, [signed] Daniel Radcliffe,’ and then hope somebody translated that for him later.”

In Ross’ video, IIRC, he said 110% was good, 120% was pretty safe, and 140% was very safe.

edit: Correct autocorrect.

That’s very kind of you, but I hesitate to take the word of the noteless and I can’t just take you at your word that you are bereft of hinges.

It’s too bad I don’t have a note about you, because I feel like that would make this more contentious but probably interesting.

If I were going to make one about you, and you were as honest as you think you can be, what do you think it would say? I haven’t looked at your post history and I don’t remember your username from elsewhere (sorry), so I’m genuinely curious how you’ll choose to represent yourself.