A little old school here, but Tom Petty and the HB were always fantastic live, I got to catch them several times.
I also once was socially-dragged to a Sheryl Crow concert at the Ryman, and even though sheās not usually my thing, that show was fantastic. She had a bunch of folks from the Nashville Symphony Orchestra playing with her band that night, and Iāve never seen a group of classical musicians have so much fun. They really made it an unbelievable show. If youāre ever there and can catch ANYTHING at the Ryman, do itā¦ the acoustics are absolutely insane.
My favorite concert story was that we went to a āBest of the 80sā concert in Indiana in the late 90s when I was a teen (bands that performed included Wang Chung, A Flock of Seagulls, and a few one-hit wonders Iām struggling to remember right now). At the end, the promoters took the mic and apologized to everyone that the show was ending a little early, the closing band, Missing Persons, couldnāt make it. My friends and family I was there with laughed our asses off the entire way out of the arena, but it didnāt seem like a single other person there got it.
Middle age guy here (if I live out my familyās typical life expectancy).
I try not to worry about death, as itās something I canāt change. Doesnāt mean Iām ready for it to happen tomorrow, just that I realize that itās going to happen when it happens and isnāt worth wasting thought on outside of preparing affairs for it once it gets closer.
Iām not religious, but Iāve had an experience (and others have had experiences, such as out-of-body NDEs where the details that they witnessed in places and circumstances they shouldnāt have been able to see were later verified by others) that indicate to me that we continue on somehow after deathā¦ itās not a nihilistic void.
But even if it were oneā¦ thatās not so bad. You wouldnāt perceive stimuli, you wouldnāt notice time passingā¦ the unbelievably long mass of practically eternal time between your death and the death of this universe would be the blink of an eye for you. And if scientific theories about Poincare recurrence of the universe are correct, then eventually youāll go trhough life again from the same starting point, none the wiser that you didnāt exist for an unfathomably long time.
In short, try not to worry about it. You canāt change it, and once you get there, thereās either something or absolutely nothing afterwardā¦ and youāll be fine either way.
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If youāre doing them, any time before the deadline from here is fine.
If youāve got complex stuff going on and are using a tax service or accountant, Iād say the best window is the back half of February through the first half of March. This misses all the people on the front end who rush to get them done the femtosecond they have all of their documents, and also misses the people on the back end scrambling for the late-season rush.
Iām going to go with that horrendous, non-absorbent, 1/8th ply toilet paper that gets stocked in public and office bathrooms.
Iām on Team Bidet now, so it doesnāt bother me as much as it once didā¦ but the stuff should not exist.
Iām guessing that one day, the people who buy the stuff will figure out that it theyāre not winning if it costs one-third the price of normal TP when everyone has to use ten times more of it, but who knows when that day will happen. Because it hasnāt happened yet.
I personally find it hilarious when people have slanderous conversations en espaƱol, thinking that none of the non-hispanic people in the vicinity understand them.
EstĆ”n equivocados. Lo aprendĆ como segunda lengua cuando mi hermano se casĆ³, y agregamos venezolanos a la familia lol.
Itās adorable that someone world think that the fourth most widely-spoken language on the planet is a secret code that no one in public would possibly have a hope of comprehending š
My personal target is 105% of the performing mark, when Iām in a churn and earn job somewhere that I donāt want to promote.
That wiggle room is enough to keep me above the performing mark if there are any productivity impactors outside of my control that my company refuses to adjust for (that has happened to me in jobs before), and it also keeps me off of bottom-performer lists when layoffs roll through. And itās barely more than the bare minimum. Win / win / win.
As an episode in general, any one ever where 1) someone/something messes around with the timeline, screwing up a bunch of stuff 2) they go back and do a bunch of stuff to fix it, timeline returns to normal, fade to 3) end of episode, everything is as if nothing ever happened, all characters, in actuality, DID NOTHING, and NOTHING ACTUALLY HAPPENED
Every time I run into this episode in Star Trek or any other sci-fi, I want that hour of my life back. Like, why did I just watch all of this, if literally nothing happened?
Iāve had several surgeries. Two types of anaesthetic.
First was when I was 4 years old, in the 1980s. Was a gaseous anaesthetic, through a gas mask.
It was a kind of quasi-consciousness, not that I remember having trains of thought or self-actualization, but I remember there being a feeling of the passage of time. I remember seeing colors. No pain during the procedure.
Second type of anaesthetic was for my second and third surgeries (aged 13 and 17), a normal liquid, IV-administered anaesthetic. This one was just a complete knock out blank for me. No cognizance of anything. I was just out in one moment during the backward from 10 countdown, and aware again in the recovery room, in what felt like 3 to 5 seconds later (it was, of course, a couple of hours later).
This second type of anaesthetic had the interesting post-surgery side effect of continuing to knock me out (with no time passage perceived) for hours after the surgery. I would, in my perception, blink, and my visitors would suddenly warp across the room because my eyes hadnāt been shut for .1 second like it felt to me, but actually a couple of hours per occurrence, of dreamless, non-time-passing āsleepā. Not an experience Iād had before, or since. The last surgery (17) was a bit less disconcerting in regards to this, because I knew in advance about the effect from the previous surgery (13) .
No more grocery bag handles cutting off your circulation and hurting your hands while you carry them. These are under ten bucks and life changing.
Superhero? To us, sure. No doubt at all, no one in our reality has those powers and theyāre quite novel to us.
To the people from his own fictional universe? Not really a superhero at allā¦ part of the superhero mythos is defined by a use of ultra-rare, exceptional powers.
But at points in the SW timeline before the time in which the movies were set, there were tens of thousands of Jedi running around and doing similar things. They were not exactly āunicorn rare.ā
Iāve noped out on entire office days before where Iāve been ādigestively energeticā so to speak. Iām not putting myself or coworkers through that at the office.