I don’t see Danger Mouse or Count Duckula on there. Classic British series by Cosgrove Hall. Danger Mouse has had a reboot relatively recently, though I haven’t seen any of the new ones.

Other than that, Mr Magoo and, separately, the Pink Panther show.

And back to the UK for Mr Benn if you can find all the episodes.

No idea where you can watch any of these, but I’m sure they’re out there somewhere.

Loss or, better: Is this Loss?

I guess that explains why he and Minnie never had kids.

Due to recent viewing habits, I’ve been revisiting the idea that I’m basically science-uniformed Picard from the Q-generated alternative timeline where he never did anything rash or exciting, but lately I’ve realised that even he’s above my level. He was still on the flagship after all.

Now I’m starting to think I’m more like whatever small mammal he was turning into during that whole retrograde evolution episode.

Basically can’t handle stress, constant need to be somewhere safe, warm and dry, ASAP.

Do you mean physically or mentally, because the former happened to me without my permission and I’m still waiting on the latter to happen.

For context, I’m a Xennial.

The best Mothman one is the one where the other cryptids buy him

Did you mean: Which songs live rent free in your head?

Or were you looking for the top of the list because that’s incredibly hard to judge. There are so many in here. So. Many.

Simple words and phrases, sometimes entirely unrelated but with similar rhythmic pattern can bring forth any number of songs.

I might be a little AuDHD. Just a smidge.

Those are obligate carnivore teeth. Creatures with obligate diets nonetheless purposefully eat things outside of their regular diet.

Horses have been seen to eat small birds. Cats eat grass (if not houseplants).

Here I think Bob did something to annoy the creature, and even though it’s Bob, it might not have been intentional.

The Inequidy of the Carnivorse

Uh. Forgive my obvious naïveté, but wouldn’t a drag king’s shirt falling open be … detrimental … to the suspension of disbelief?

The UK’s NHS BMI calculator puts the BMI of someone around that age, height and weight at the 54th centile. It’s hard to be more average.

If you consider only the healthy part of the BMI spectrum you were still barely more than average (58th centile).

Your PCP’s motivations are hard to determine, but a diet does seem a bit extreme. Without further information we might conclude that he would have wanted to put near half of your country’s teens on a diet.

Then youll make it work.

Ha. Have you met me? I have, you might say somewhat frequently, and I don’t like the odds of that working out.

“But what if I don’t?” is the immediate counter-thought. I literally cannot stop myself from thinking this.

On the one hand, one of the Doctor’s aliases is Merlin*.

On the other, there’s a surprising amount of technobabble for pure magic.

And then there’s Arthur C. Clarke’s third law: “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”

* I subscribe to the notion that this is the Doctor’s true name.

You’re still going to need a portal or some other kind of tech (or magic) in order for both characters in this comic to be sharing anything like that. Or there’s one heck of a perspective trick going on.

They both have the same one in. This is now a sci-fi plot because how is that even possible?

Or if there isn’t one, this is now a metaphysical question because we must ask: Does everyone who doesn’t have one in actually have the same one in?

That cat would be on a one way trip to as far away as possible for an hour.

oh alright, thirty-seven seconds.

… six

… no just six

… shut up

But my point is, that cat should be at least two rooms away and out of reach of causing damage during that time.

Boundaries, people.

Arithmetic / so-called pure maths up to pre-calculus and maybe a bit of early calculus. The rest just wouldn’t stick in my brain, so even if I could teach, I couldn’t teach that.

But seriously, I’m not sure I could teach anything. If I can’t herd the metaphorical cats in my brain, I’d stand no chance with a class full of students.

I happen to have first.middle.last@acertainfreehost that I use for government things. I wanted first.last, but there are a few of “me” out there and one of them beat me to it.

Which is partly to say that you might find that now you’ve posted your ideas here that someone has taken them all before you, so I hope you didn’t use your real name. And I still feel sorry for ol’ Dennis if you didn’t.

One alternative might be to get your own domain name. Plenty of hosting companies will do a domain and mail forwarding if not some tier of hosting for cheap. Many give a handful of accounts in the base price. (Though it should be noted that it’s a well-known money grab because it’s usually very simple to have <anything>@domain go to one mailbox for collection and sorting elsewhere. Storage management does not have to be at the mailbox level either.)

You’ve probably had your chilli by now, but no-one else seems to have mentioned that canned goods are often fine long past their printed expiry date.

Exceptions might include: rusty cans, because rust outside could also be inside; dented cans, because that might have created a weak point that could compromise the contents; and those cans with the ring-pull easy-open lids - ring-pull seals aren’t as good as the full seal of a can that needs a can-opener.

And finally there’s always the look and smell test. Tip them into a separate bowl before putting them in the chilli. If they look and smell fine, then dump em in the chilli, with or without any liquid they might have been stored in.