I don't know the name of it, but the one that goes "it's all about that bass, no treble".
These were both extremely popular at the same time at a point when I was frequently going to the gym. If I spent 90 minutes at the gym, I would hear both of these songs three times. I absolutely cannot stand them. I disliked the second one from the beginning and didn't care for the first, and then I heard each of them dozens and dozens of times over just a couple of months.
You reminded me about that one Green Day song that played on the radio every ten minutes throughout my entire childhood. Boulevard of Broken Dreams. To this day I cannot listen to any Green Day song.
I did the same for Gotye - Somebody that I used to know. I thought it was such a frustratingly terrible song, I couldn’t help but mock it when it came on. I genuinely thought I was living in a world full of people lying when I’d be at a party and others would say they loved it. For like 2 years I was just like “you’re kidding right?”
A longer digestive system is necessary to properly break down plant cellulose. This is why some small herbivores are copraphagic (eat their own shit, like rabbits): it takes two times through to extract adequate nutrients.
If it makes you feel any better, the poops they eat are different from the poops they don’t. It’d be like it half the time you pooped it was regular ol’ poop, but the other half of the time it was a nice piece of broccoli, or a snickers bar.
I suspect round one is like eating milk, and round two is a fine cheese. Or eating cabbage, and later experiencing it as a well-aged kimchi. I’m sure it’s full of probiotics.
So I'm the only one having weird posthumanist body horror type feelings at the concept of being given an instruction manual for your artificial body parts, including the equivalent of a void warranty sticker?
Just me? Cool, cool. Quietly unlocking new phobias over here.
Not sure if this is always an issue or just during some recovery period but I can see how it would be important not to stress the fragile ligaments and other issues post op until the proper time.
Looked it up. Seems to be post op instructions about recovery restrictions
Yeah, the content itself makes perfect sense, I think what got me was the airplane security leaflet pictures. Makes it seem like you pulled your hip from a vaguely disappointing Amazon cardboard box along with a cheap gadget.
Hello, we are calling about your hip’s extended warranty. Press 1 to be connected to a hipologist and remedy this issue. Press 2 to die. Ending this call will assume option 2. Option 1 is also option 2 but with a slightly longer buffer time. Too late, you are now dead. click
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