I still double space after periods. It looks nicer. In my opinion of course.
Granted, there was one lady at my previous place of employment that had no consistency on the spacing after a period. Sometimes it was a single space, sometimes it looked as if it were five or six spaces. All in one paragraph/email. It used to drive me BONKERS!!
You down with OCD (yeah, you know me). Who's down with OCD?

Oh yeah, I remember that.
mmmmmm... it was a tasty burger. (In Jules Winnfield voice.)

to view it on the original twitter account vs. another website:https://twitter.com/buitengebieden_/status/1385841612652257283
How come you do that? Why are there always links to other sites when the original tweet, with video, could just be embedded right within your post? Generally curious.

From the exteriors I was really intrigued since they looked so quaint and idyllic. Then I saw the interior shots and was like "yep, those are most definitely caves".

Legit. 98% of toilets follow the same basic design, which is really stupid-simple. Even people who aren't handy can install, uninstall, and easily fix them. Not only that, but parts for repairs and installations are really cheap.
Just yesterday I gutted/deleted a small bathroom on my main floor b/c it was idiotic, and reused the toilet from that room in a new bathroom on my second floor. I needed new bolts at the floor, and a new wax gasket. Total cost $6. In my ensuite I previously reused an old toilet from the house (gutting/renovating the entire house.... slowly) that had ancient, finicky internals. I bought a universal repair kit, which was literally every part inside the tank, and a new tank gasket, and tank bolts. That was only like $20 and made a really old (guessing 40 years old) toilet pretty much brand new from an internals perspective.
Gross stains. Blech... what the hell is the matter with people? Clean your toilets regularly. However upon moving into this place both toilets were GROSS. Scaled nasty stuff caked on the bottom that I'm sure would have required a chisel to try and remove manually. Two products. 1 - Krud Kutter. This is some miracle product that I've recently discovered and seems to work on everything. I actually haven't tried it on gross toilets, but I imagine it would work and it's about a million times safer than my next recommendation. Toilet would have to be empty of water. 2 - Muriatic Acid. Before going any further I will note that muriatic acid is dangerous. You cannot get it on your skin, and you can't even breathe in the fumes or it will burn your lungs. Read up on it before using. That said, with the right gloves and mask, this stuff is the goddamn bees knees for making the worst of the worst toilets look brand new. No joke or exaggeration, I don't care how bad the stains are, it'll look brand new. Put some in the bowl, no need to drain the bowl. Let it soak for about an hour (or longer/shorter depending on how much you put in. A cup is plenty.) Scrub carefully with toilet brush (don't let it splash up on you). At this point I dump a bunch of baking soda into the bowl to neutralize the acid, and swish toilet brush around. Then flush. Repeat if necessary, but it most likely won't be. The baking soda really isn't necessary since you're flushing right away (and it's not a toxic), but I just feel better not flushing away an acid and I neutralize any acid that was on the toilet brush as well. I've also heard CLR works with lots of scrubbing. Seriously though... muriatic acid FTW.
Unless the colour of your toilet is just hideous, like those godawful mustard yellow colour ones, there's almost no reason to throw away and old shitter and replace it with a new one. Porcelain cleans up like new and the parts to make them function like new again are really cheap.

Say "ohhhhhhhh. Ooooga boooga boooga" while making spell casting hand gestures. Then walk away.

Skimmed through it. That Smeagol to Gollum Cabbagehead transformation at around 21:10 mark is really something.

The countries and territories that use the Fahrenheit scale are: United States, Bahamas, Cayman Islands, Liberia, Palau, The Federated States of Micronesia, and the Marshall Islands

He also played The Phantom in the Phantom of the Opera. At least for a bit in the Toronto run.

Best anyways for water conservation. But... baths are kind of gross. Stewing a tub of my own filth vs. a shower... I'll take a shower any day (which I do, stank you very much).
Renovating a house at the moment that had a cast iron tub. Nothing nice or worth restoring, or I would have. Had to take an angle grinder and cut it into 6 pieces so that I could move it. Even then, each piece was ridiculously heavy. No wonder the floor sagged under it.

Once upon a time, over 20 years ago, I lived in the Dominican Republic for about a year. Needed a new belt one day. Came home with a brand new, spiffy looking, Bogle Boy leather belt. Literally took me weeks before I realized it didn't say Bugle Boy (which is a brand that existed, was big in a span of the '90's, then completely disappeared).
It was a nice fake... but I was too embarrassed to wear it since the lettering was clearly visible. What's kind of weird is the reasoning behind the misspelling. Like... why? I also most definitely owned fake Vuarnet and Ocean Pacific clothing at the time, which had legit looking labels with proper spelling on the shirts, it was just the internal label which indicated that it was clearly made by other companies. So why bother with a misspelling, especially for clothing in countries where counterfeit isn't going to be punished? Basically what I'm saying I guess is that if you're going to clearly do a ripoff counterfeit, just go all the way. Nobody wants something that says Bogle Boy or Cailv Kailun.

These are the Daves I know, I know. These are the Daves I know.

Once upon a time, I had a job located in a large skyscraper. The series of doors to enter were HUGE revolving doors, made up of 4 clear, glass panels which I would guess were 6' wide x 14' high each (1.8m x 4.2m). Mornings are routine when working, and walking through the front door of the building you work at just becomes an instinctive movement as part of the morning, before caffeine has taken full effect. There's no conscious thought involved. Well, one day, for a reason I'll never know, one of the glass panels in one of the revolving doors was removed. I walked into my quadrant of the revolving door and proceed to put a lot of weight on the glass panel in front of me to keep the door rotating. But that panel wasn't there, so instead I fell forward, my coffee spilling everywhere, while I tumbled around like I was in a washing machine, watched and laughed at by those going through the door in their own quadrants, until I was spit out the other side.
If I saw this happen to somebody else, it would obviously be hilarious. Having it happen to oneself however was quite unpleasant. Possibly traumatic.
Large, clear glass doors are just dangerous. Not only while both open and closed, but also when they are not even there apparently.