Cheez-It bottom crust, compact noodle/cheese interior, loose noodle/cheese top layer, crushed cheese Cheetos top border.

How dare you smear the good name of Mac n’ cheese like that

Noo that’s the wrong direction

Fantastic game. One of the ones that has stuck with me through the years.

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

I have a fair amount of freckles. I don’t come from or live in an area where it’s very common.

You’re a great dude, Margot Robbie.

No, but with all of the hype and excitement around it, I thought there was something extra-special about this movie. Like an interesting/unexpected story.

Barbie.

I like Margot Robbie. I like Ryan Gosling. I like fun movies. But idk, it just didn’t really appeal to me, and the plot felt predictable. I don’t regret watching it necessarily, but I also have no interest in watching it again.

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

I’m half hispanic/white. I grew up with my Mexican family and spent most summers in Mexico visiting family. I’m fluent in spanish and mostly identify culturally with my Mexican side. But my dad was a very white guy from northeast Texas, so I look very white.

While in college, I found myself serving and eventually bartending at a popular Colombian restaurant/club. I got called a lot of nasty things by Latino folks who assumed I was appropriating their culture or thought I was mocking them. I’ve also had Latino folks talk shit about me in spanish in front of me - assuming I didn’t understand.

I often find myself playing it down or pretending I don’t know spanish so as not to upset people. It has to be a conscious decision because it’s very different from how I talk with my family.

Wish I had some cool, “I showed them” story, but I was always frustrated and hurt in those situations. It’s like all of my upbringing, experiences, and familial relationships didn’t matter because I don’t look like them.

**I’d just like to add that for as many rude Latino people I’ve met, I’ve met 4x as many wonderful Latino people.

Aside from politics, most things suck. Comedy helps most of us get through it. If you can’t find a reason to laugh at <absurd/sad thing>, all you have is <absurd/sad thing>.

I remember feeling this way about the cut scenes in Dante’s Inferno on Xb360.

Panino

My dad was a wonderful man with a great heart, but I think in this conversation, it’s more productive to speak of his downfalls. He died when I was 15, and I was very close to him until then. He was so often smiling, and giving, and generous, and caring to everyone and anyone he met. But one of the most impactful things I remember is that he was severely depressed in the last 5 years of his life. As a child, I didn’t know what to do about it. Shit, as an adult, I wouldn’t know what to do.

If you feel depression creeping up, for the sake of your daughter - for the sake of your family - get help.

I miss my dad so much, and I hate that the dominating memories I have of him are when he was max depressed, or when he was in a coma.

Stop this thread, and burn it with fire.

I was diagnosed with Celiac disease about 15 years ago - had the endoscopy and then a couple of years later, had the blood marker test to verify. My reactions to eating gluten have not been consistent, and I don’t know what to make of it. More often than not, I get the diarrhea and bloating. Sometimes I get the nausea, but only once have I thrown up from eating gluten. Sometimes I get nothing at all (not as common, but it happens).

Then there was a period of about 1.5 years where I’d get random swelling in my face (usually in my eyes and lips), and hives. My sinus cavities would often get very swollen and irritated, too. But that suddenly stopped, and is no longer a symptom.

Been to a few different gastroenterologists over the years, and went to an allergy doctor when I was having all the facial swellings. Nobody was able to explain why I have such inconsistent reactions, but they are confident I have Celiac disease.

I instinctually downvoted that. I don’t think you’re a bad person, and this picture is so perfect for this post, but damn. You coulda just let me go on living my life, not knowing this fucking thing existed.

Maroon 5 - Songs About Jane.

They used to be so delightfully unique and funky. They’re just sellouts now.

A million dollars today doesn’t go as far as it used to.