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Have you checked your blood pressure lately? Salt intake? Hydrating okay? Hormones? Allergies?

Could be an early warning sign of something more serious.

A little swelling and water retention especially on hot days is normal. But, if your shoes stop fitting due to a little water retention, they probably didn't fit very well to begin with. It's easier than you'd think to get used to shoes that are too small. Your feet adapt, but suffer.

The article makes it clear that this superwood is not meant to compete with wood used it traditional stick built construction. It's meant to compete with structural steel once it has been able to get certified for those uses and building codes are adapted.

Value was making value as you put it, long before rapid trading. Speculation and arbitrage are like the first two things that develop in any economy. Any entrepreneurial grade school child trading candy, baseball cards, pogs, hotwheels, or whatever the hot new thing is has probably seen both first hand.

Legitimate reason? Really?

That was the one thing that removed my ability to even try to suspend any disbelief in the fantasy. Like I couldn't even think of him as more than a one-dimensional caricature, let alone empathize with him. I was okay with Thanos just being some powerful guy seeking powerful objects to become more powerful. I might even sympathize, not empathize, with that. It was evil to be sure, but understandable. But, as soon as they revealed what he actually wanted to do with that power the whole thing just fell apart completely and became a total farce.

It was just bad logic that doesn't hold up to any scrutiny. Like why didn't he just double the resources? Why did he think the universe wouldn't just eventually return to pre-snap populations, because it's not like he also slowed population growth?

I don't know much about either the Order of Canada or Georges St-Pierre. So I looked it up before crafting a pithy response or downvoting and moving on without comment. The wikipedia page for the order states that criteria are basically "Canadians who make a major difference to Canada through lifelong contributions in every field of endeavour" and those that exemplify the motto "they desire a better country". Nowhere do I see any mentions of excluding someone because their career path wasn't serious or valid enough. He's obviously made more of an impact on Canada than most. You can call the whole award a popularity contest and you'd probably be right, but shitting on someone's accomplishments just because you don't think their career is valid enough just feels gross.

Tell us you don't have a clue how the electoral college works without telling us.

Oh no, I don't doubt it. Just thought it was an ironic coincidence.

"The ticks are turning people vegan" does sound remarkably similar to "the frogs are turning people gay".

I've felt that. In my story, I'm an adult out on a date. I order a molcajete dish from the local Mexican restaurant. I've had this dish before at a few places. I know it's usually spicy. I want this. I have a vague memory of the waitress confirming I was okay with a spicy dish. I enthusiastically confirm.

I had never encountered this level of spicy before. Those other molcajete dishes I'd had were milquetoast. This was flavortown gone nuclear. My entire head turned red apparently. The sweat started on my forehead, then my neck, and eventually my entire head was running like a sock over a faucet. I hadn't encountered real heat like this before. I was in experienced, so I didn't know that drinking my beer between bites was only making the heat worse. The waitress kept bringing them though. At one point I could hear people laughing together in the kitchen. It was a quiet restaurant, we may have been the only ones there at this point.

I was not bowed or broken. I ate the whole damn thing. It was otherwise also a delicious dish and now that I had broken through into the fire dimension I was tasting flavors I didn't even have words for. These flavors were here the whole time but I couldn't experience them until I had set my mouth on fire. I eventually won the day, or so I thought until the next day when dinner had it's revenge on the way out.

Jalapenos don't get the respect they deserve. Sure they don't have the face melting power of some other peppers. But they taste fucking great in ways the other peppers can't match. They are also sneaky. I've had jalapeno with little to no heat, almost like a better tasting green bell pepper. And I've had jalapeno that were face melty sweet awesomeness. The secret I eventually learned was to seek the peppers with those little brown stretch marks. More stretch marks mean more fire.

I see you've never played "Dragon's Lair", where every scene was cell animated and the player "chose" the path that the animation would take.

Somehow I think the national lab test company's lawyers have got them covered. This wasn't exactly a fly by night, no name company. Having in known third party send you a medical bill months later is pretty fucking common place. This was just one anecdote of many, not an isolated incident.

The best part is the random bill.

• Go to the doctor. Get blood drawn.
• Doctor send the blood to a lab for the test. Doesn't tell me who. I don't care who. It's their subcontractor, let them worry about it. *Go back to the doctor or get a call for results. Pay the doctor the standard co-pay. *Months later a random company sends me a bill. This is a company that I have never interacted with or entered into any contract with, for work that somebody else (presumably my doctor, but who the fuck knows for sure) asked them to do for them, sending the results to that other person and NOT to me.

The system is broken. If any other company subcontracted a part of their work to a third party, you as the client would reasonably expect that work to be paid through the original contract, not get a bill directly from the subcontractor. I didn't hire them, the doctor hired them. As far as I'm concerned, that's the doctor's subcontractor and their debt, not mine. I paid the doctor already.

Or another variant.

• Go to the emergency room.
• Get separate bills FOR THE SAME SERVICE from the hospital, the doctor, and somehow the hospital again but this time it's the emergency room (which is somehow separate with a different billing company).

The system is not just broken. It is designed to fleece us and train us to always accept whatever debt the institutions decide to levy on us without question.