PNW_Doug

We'll duh of course it's a puppy. Everyone knows she likes 'em on the young side.

You know, as someone who's cranked out more than a few century+ days on bikes, as long as your stomachs OK with it that doesn't sound terrible.

It's got carbs, proteins, and fats, which will all metabolize into energy at different rates Presumably rather a lot of salt too is in bar pizza.

Wins all around I say. I'd personally be a bit wary of food like that were it me, but proof is in the mileage I guess.

/shrug

I don't care for tea in any form as a rule, but I'm not going to take someone to task who does. Life's too short to get outraged that someone likes the taste of something I don't.

I swear it's like he's sundowning. He focuses each day on whatever story confused and frightened him the night before.

This Frankenstein-like doozy's from the surgery to rebuild a destroyed condyle after getting run down by a car in a crosswalk while I was cycling home from work. Last thing I saw in the headlight glare as the guy ran the red-light at speed was the shadow of a head popping up from the wheel. My assumption is the asshole was on his phone. Hit and run of course.

The impact also broke my pelvis, snapped my left femur, broke my left tibia and fibula into 7 major pieces and a lot more smaller bits. It's the right thigh's condyle at the knee that still poses the most problems though—there's rather a lot of scar tissue I'm still working on as I try to get full range of motion back into it. The knee's got about 19 pins and screws and a plate pulling the bone confetti back together. Four bolts through the pelvis, two rods running the length of the left leg, upper and lower, along with stabilizing screws at either end of each rod makes about 36 titanium implants overall.

Was in a wheelchair from January to March of 2024, then a walker until May, then used a cane until September. Was back on the rebuilt bike in December and spent the past year riding semi-regularly, even making jaunts up to 60 miles. Been a long, long, slog.

Huh weird. I've always liked waking up right before the alarm. It makes me feel like I've somehow done something just a little bit badass, plus I don't have to hear the alarm.

Bonus points in my eyes for just waking up naturally rather than being dragged rudely out of sleep and left all groggy, but YMMV.

Yeah it's a bar soap, commonly used for both skin and hair.

Aleppo Soap

If you like the weird scent of coal tar—I'm not judging, I do too—you might also like pine tar soap. Pine tar serves much the same function in soaps as coal tar, so that's a bonus as well.

It's clearly a scent derived from pines, not coal, but it appeals to my nose in much the same way. They're both in the same family of weirdness.

Aleppo soap finally resolved it for me after years of fighting the yo-yo effects of medicated shampoos. It's just an old hard Castile soap made using olive and laurel tree oils. Laurel tee oil is apparently pretty good for skin, and works fine to clean your hair.

I don't go in for woo, but it is kinda fun to be using a soap recipe that goes back a couple thousand years. Mileage may vary of course, but I've found it to work extremely well, and as a bonus has a pleasantly neutral smell—herbal as you might expect. 20% or so blends of laurel tree oil seem to do the trick.

Too late! This subscription ain't coming back for the collaborating corporate appeaser. They're not gonna weasel their way back into my wallet.

It feels like fascism is saving me so much money, 'cause I'm canceling subscriptions left and right.

The was quite literally the playbook of Andrew Wakefield when he published the 1998 fraudulent paper in the Lancet that purported to link MMR vaccines to autism, kicking off our entire modern round of anti-vax nonsense.

He stood to make millions selling test kits to people suddenly fearful of vaccination, IIRC. They're all scum, seeking to rake in money on the very fears they've stoked.

As someone who's experienced two broken legs after a car ran a red light , one of them a snapped femur, all I have to say is UGH.

I'd say they're insane to undergo something so awful, but then I'm already 1.89m tall, so I can't speak to the pressure someone short might face, or I suppose more importantly, think they face. That's some serious body dysmorphia they're dealing with; I hope that this at least helps them with that.