Times is hard
Times is hard
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Sometimes I lose my shit when one of the many Stack Exchanges yet again asks me to log in with google and accept cookies while blocking half the screen.
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I loathe this login prompt and have tried to kill it unsuccessfully
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The proximate cause here is a technical problem with a technical solution.
https://old.reddit.com/r/chips/comments/195ox7z/the_original_and_thick_cut_are_by_far_the_best/
I've never seen the thick cut version! I would love to try those because my only issue with these has been that they break too easily when using them with salsa/dips.
https://www.amazon.com/thick-tortilla-chips/s?k=thick+tortilla+chips
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These are my go-to tortilla chip for dipping. The thickness is definitely key.
Garden of Eatin' Yellow Corn Tortilla Chips
Unfortunately they have not cured my crippling dread about the future but hey, one step at a time!
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Clearly someone with one of those destructive bend testing machines needs to subject tortilla chips from a variety of manufacturers to testing and get some hard numbers on this!
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Either this is a bot or you work fast sir/madam
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I work fast thanks to notifications lmao
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That makes sense. It's not my content anyway.
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The recaptchas are all getting insane due to AI infesting the internet bots with new abilities.
So we're all losing our jobs, and also need to spend 5 minutes or more proving our humanity to log in to the grocery store app to clip coupons.
It's just layers of shit. Layers.
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I had one of my early panic attacks when I was in the shower and I ran out of shampoo and it was the last straw in a pile I had no real idea was building heavier and heavier. I had enough to finish washing, but I knew I had to go out to get more... I had already had my car repossessed, so I would have to walk, meaning I had to clear time for it, and find the money to buy it, and make the most of the 3-mile walk and try to figure out what else we needed and what I could actually carry.
Just sobbing/hyperventilating on the shower floor for an hour because we were out of shampoo.
Because my wife was sick. Because our insurance was denied. And because she was sick, she couldn't help me maintain our business, so we were behind on our bills, and we had no gas so my shower was cold, and our house was being threatened with foreclosure. And my parents had recently died. And my brother. And our cat. And we were days from having the water shut off. And I had clients threatening to sue me if I didn't finish their work.
It's a moment where it all rushes in at once, the kind of thing a lot of men in particular try to push aside and bottle up and maintain stoicism even in the face of abject hopelessness. But there's always a limit and this limit can be at almost any level for any person. (Things continued to get worse, but I started over in life, my wife is doing better.)