Does it lose any of its hotness?

What do you mean?

Fun fact: If you collect mad honey (the term for honey contaminated by bees which have pollinated poisonous flowers), you can wait for the poison to expire.

Do things that have a BBF date expire if you wait years?

I haven’t even had a fridge last that long.

If it’s meat, I typically follow that advice, though they make the expiration dates otherwise super difficult to find (if at all) and I usually find out in hindsight, and so over time, I have become used to just not thinking of the expiration dates unless an actual issue. I was with some friends the other day and they were amazed I was eating a nutrient bar that was almost a year past the date (still waiting for the side effects, which in a way surprises me as that would be my answer). Usually for them, once the expiration date comes, they just throw a thing outside for the animals (which I do very infrequently; typically I employ foods I don’t trust as art materials as I discovered it helps that hobby).

I’m impressed in a way that anything could be good up to twelve years past the expiration date.

The kind of mushrooms from the grocery store or the kind of mushrooms likely secretly sold under the grocery store?

As opposed to up front? I provide more personally, usually ending up doing it through gift cards, offering the roof above my head if they need that (as opposed to saying “here’s some big ones, go get one yourself”) to those in my community (it’s good to do this first), checking on one’s health faults using examples of good layperson methodology and addressing them when I see them, encouraging the idea of them trying their best because that’s what matters, not the bureaucratic definition of profession, as it always seemed that, in the end, people need humans most of all, not what they give off.

Those only address the main issues up to a certain point. Not sure how one could just throw any situation at them.

How so?

Photography, cryptography, anamorphosis art, regular art, writing, and hiking. Looking for people who also enjoy these.

Impressively not even close. The Veryovkina Cave is the deepest cave but the largest is the Hang Son Doong cave in Vietnam and that’s just under ten kilometers. Again a place shown to not be immune to my friends.

Just a glass of flavored water I’m going to leave undrunk because a bunch of ladybugs decided to cannonball into it. They seem to be enjoying themselves and I don’t really need the water so I’ll leave it alone.

I have often been asked if I have autism. They often seem ready to wonder this if it seems like a situation is approaching where I can’t, in their eyes and their words, “read the room”. The very concept “of reading the room”, they then have to be told, plays out differently even on a cultural level. I am not of a common cultural background, and this is said to demonstrate itself in, say, seeing someone’s arms crossed. I see crossed arms and, if anything, I’m going to assume “decision maker mode”. They then ask “don’t you see I’m angry”.

For our sake, I’d be lying to say I don’t operate based on “tell, don’t show”, which is the opposite of what others often say, which is supposed to be beneficial yet often gives off the opposite impression because people want to cling to the idea that assumptions are inherent. People often also complain about how complex yet semantically loose (owing to “culture”, but at the same time I wonder why people, again, use their own expectations of verbal norms to assume what something must mean, instead of acknowledging dictionary-described words and sentences are just the word equivalent of mathematical equations) my communication is. Relevantly, that can be combined with my experiences with, ironically, people bashing me for not living up to their “unspoken directives” rather than gentility inspired by how I would say I expect logic to work, to produce the impression in me that maybe neurodivergent people are onto something with their sense of clockwork, placing me in what could be called autistic culture by nurture rather than nature, as is my calling when I’m told I’m only destined to rattle around in the realm of normal people. The neurotypical practice of succumbing to bias based on trained taboo and the infallibility of their dear ones (relevant among the gossipers) has done nothing except disillusion me in the presence of all who willingly exist without a striving for protocol clockwork, and if I had an ark, I would fill it with these neurodivergent people they say they fear.

Makes me wish I could be into that stuff, might be interesting to see the life and art down there.

Easily the Boeing airplane factory.

The one that says the amazing digital circus is an artificial purgatory made by Kinger and that all the characters are people who have killed someone in their past. I just hope it’s not like Drawn to Life 2.

That moment when Shigeru Miyamoto made Mario because he couldn’t get the rights to Popeye, yet DiC has the power to make Inspector Gadget a part of Mario canon. Chad move.

Oh that’s why I was wondering. They’re the ones indigenous to Eurasia. Where I am, we got the boring monochrome slugs.