That’s the sanity bar, from Eternal Darkness: Sanity’s Requiem. Except having a meltdown in that game was like, walking into a room and having a delusion that your controller is disconnected, or a cockroach crawls across the screen, or all your arms fall off.
That was a great game.
Then capitalism slept with my wife!
I scrub mine with a Scrub Daddy in a nearby waterfall, then dry it by tying it to the roof of my car and driving around for a bit. Haven’t had any issues yet!
I wash mine in holy water, then dust it with volcanic ash from the 1980 Mount St. Helens eruption, and wipe it down with a felted angora cloth, just like my mother taught me.
NO. NO MORE INSTRUCTIONS.
I’m cleaning it with an industrial angle grinder, seasoning it with crushed up dandelions, then storing it under my pillow just like my couples therapist taught me!
Why would you wait two years when you can just melt it down in a crucible and re-cast it after every use?
I’m just going to keep cleaning mine with three drops of goat’s blood, drying it with a linen towel, then storing it in a humidity-controlled cabinet with the handle pointing north, just like my guidance counselor taught me.
Exactly. Just soak it in bacon grease, let the cats lick it dry overnight, then bury it in loamy soil under an orange tree during the full moon. So easy. I’m not sure why anyone doesn’t use cast iron.
NO. NO MORE INSTRUCTIONS.
I’m scraping it with a boar bristle brush, drying it with a traditional Japanese paper fan, then storing it in a nearby cave just like my uncle taught me!
NO. NO MORE INSTRUCTIONS.
I’m washing it with Himalayan salt, hanging it to dry in the sunshine, then storing it under my bed in a wicker box just like my great grandmother taught me!
Clean it, don’t clean it, oil it, salt it, water it, “season it”, season it by not cleaning it so your french toast gets all that good hamburger flavor from the night before…
I’ve read so many different ways to treat cast iron that at this point I’m convinced that it’s all just superstition.
Right. Same flavor as Blue Curaçao.
That’s grape.
Blue is a flavor, and it’s yucky.
If Tesla is any indication, it’s only a matter of time.
All the explosions.
I actually am skeptical of nationalization. I think the free market is more efficient in most situations.
But if you think SpaceX is running circles around NASA, well that’s so ridiculous that I’m starting to doubt myself.
Because you seem to have missed it:
It’s describing something that is really happening.
There is a systemic bias that exists where men treat women this way. It’s a problem that these women have to deal with. Trust in the experience of people who are actually in this situation instead of trying to invalidate them to feed your need to win arguments on the internet.
That must be really frustrating.
20-25% of all mammal species are bats. Think of the last 4-5 different mammals you’ve seen. Is your dog actually a bat? Seems likely.