Wow so I read your link, and I don’t see anywhere that it explicitly says it was caused by the massage gun, just that it occurred after use of one, and that it may have be the cause or at least contributed to it. Strenuous exercise seems to be a common cause, and since the reported case was someone training with a coach, strenuous exercise doesn’t seem that far fetched. But you are correct that the OP article explicitly claims the massage gun caused the rhabdomyolysis.

I’ve come to the conclusion that speech to text has played a significant role in the disappearance of commas. When things are written via speech to text, it almost never had any commas unless they say “comma”, and almost no one ever does. From there, I guess people just get used to not seeing commas, and even when they’re typing, commas don’t cross their mind.

It’s a pretty big pet peeve of mine, and I find it super frustrating to text with people who frequently used speech to text.

I think it depends on the beach. If it’s somewhere with lots of other people, somewhere super accessible, then I kinda expect it. But if it’s a less populated beach, maybe one that’s more difficult to get to, I probably chose it in hopes of listening to nature.

I think that’s Swiff_er_?

My bathroom is my foster room, so yes, the door is often closed, but definitely doesn’t solve the TP problem.

Oh man, I was there late last year, currently in remission. It’s definitely scary, but you got this! Let me know if you want to chat!

Do you care to share any specifics of your diagnosis or treatment plan? There’s apparently a wide range of chemo drugs depending of the type of cancer.

I’m slowly working on getting away from Google, but unfortunately, Organic Maps doesn’t offer public transit directions/schedules in my region, and since I don’t have a car, that’s like 80% of what I use Google Maps for.

Another issue: multiple times I have gone out of my way to avoid Amazon only to find out the company is still using Amazon for delivery anyway. The most recent one was shoes. I literally went to the physical store to try on shoes, but decided on a color/size combination that they didn’t have in stock. The sales person did their magic to order the shoes for me, and they were still fucking delivered by Amazon.

Chiming in to say, yep, me too. One example that used to really drive me nuts was when I’d go to the gym and the person at the front desk would acknowledge me by name, even though we’ve never had an actual conversation or anything. It felt fake and forced and I hated it so much.

I also always felt so awkward as a kid talking about my friends’ parents. Mr./Mrs. LastName usually felt weird, but it also usually felt weird to use their first names, so I’d almost always refer to them as Friend’s mom/dad.