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Classic. A little googling will turn up gold for sugar free gummi effects

A lot of scientists sample the wares. It had to be explicitly banned at my workplace. “Organoleptic testing” was how they put it. There were several incidents, but the one with polyols was extra. (Sugar-free gummi bears will give you the gist of it. Link below) They just get bored and stupid. They’ll check the LD50 (if known), then go to town if it’s tasty enough.

https://www.reddit.com/r/amazonreviews/comments/11otwx0/the_horror_that_is_haribo_sugarfree_gummi_bears/

Someone certainly delved too deep, but the eldritch horrors are sleeping. They’re content for now, but let’s hope Billy doesn’t get too curious. It looks like trouble brewing though.

I’d be salty about that too!

I simultaneously do and do not want to see the trolly problem diagram in that courtroom.

I’m under a series of non-disclosure agreements that serve to protect Big Talc. I can disclose that step one is to dig it out of the ground. The rest is processing.

Yep, I am sick unto the death over talc and talc derivatives. It’s all sunshine and lollipops for the first few years, but it gets old.

Anyway, these medical devices were sort of like spinal implants, or things that could mitigate damage from a bad alligator bite if one got ahold of a person’s ankle. Bone replacements, mostly. The photos on the posters were pretty unpleasantly graphic, but they all basically looked like good solutions to very unfortunate problems.

Well said.

Honestly, I like to avoid them. They sound fun at first, but then you realize that you’re going to be in a room with strangers for 8 hours and at the last minute you realize, “would anyone really notice if I just skipped out?” And, “why do I always get invited to the talc and sulphates convention and not the candy convention?”

I do travel a lot for work, and frequently see conventioneers at hotels. The Excruciating Implantable Medical Device Convention (with posters) looked amazing. I honestly thought about crashing that one.

Compared to Billy Budd, I was all in on Bartleby. I felt a certain kinship, if you will.

All of our proposed work field trips sucked so hard, everyone revolted.

Idea one: There was a bizarre “corporate leadership conference” which was a bunch of weird conservative motivational speakers that were on tour across middle America. No one aside from the two asshats who proposed it wanted to go after learning the details.

Idea two: Our two department managers decided that a canoe trip would be a great way to bond as a group. It sounded fun until anyone put an ounce of thought into it. Since the managers didn’t want to do any planning, we were all given vague tasks. Like, “lunch.” And “portage at the roller dam.” I was one of the two in charge of lunch. WTF? Do we figure out a place to stop mid-way and eat at a restaurant? Am I bringing a cooler of hotdogs? Does Steve bring a grill? Can there be beer? (NO)

I had a woman slap my hand away from a hot surface while on one of these tours. No songs, though. And I’m not much of a higher up, so probably not worth it.

“She touched the reactor’s body, she did! Now her flesh is melted like…?”

I enjoy how Germans were like, “fuck you (W)oden, we’re calling it mid-week. We’ll keep the rest.”

Yep. Conventioneering! Except you get to learn about talc processing and talk to sales reps who are really big into talc processing.

Night trains are amazing. It’s basically a mobile hotel room that’s a little cramped, but spits you out in another country at 7:00am.

You may be woken by someone yelling something in Romanian at 2:00am when the train stops. And you may be woken for passport control at 3:00am, so try not to be naked when that happens. (Lessons learned)

Some snacks, a bottle of wine, and a good time. Night train!

When I was a kid, a neighbor was shot in his garage. There were definitely two stories that went around the neighborhood. One said suicide and the other said “cleaning his gun.” One of those was repeated when kids were around. The other when they thought no one was listening.

Years back, I read was a very odd story about the Korean belief that falling asleep in a closed room with a running fan would result in death. This also seems to be a cover story for suicide.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_death

manipulation and guilt around money when I was younger

I feel that. I don’t count pennies around friends, but I probably have a net positive of $5 from taking quarters from unreturned carts at Aldi. No regrets.

I will give you my cart for free if you ask nicely, but a loose cart is fair game in my book.

Also -The original post is a parody account.

It’s a weird petrochemical fluid and some straws. You dip the straw and can blow a bubble that hardens on contact with the air. They come in colors.

They’re not much fun, and have been disappointing children for decades.

That takes me back to a club I was in during the '80s. The instructor had a space heater that looked a lot like this. Basically a horizontal tube with an open flame that she used to heat her garage. She did an safety demonstration by dropping a paper towel into the flame, so we 6-year-olds would know what happens when you go near the heater. You burn, children. You burn. Effective.

hotel and meal vouchers

In the US? Not in the past decade. I usually get a link to an app that’s like shitty Expedia for local hotels. You can race to compete for rooms with other stranded passengers while your partner tries to re-book the flight for the next day. “I’m sorry - all flights are full until next Tuesday. We can put you on standby, but there’s a list of people ahead of you.”

This probably goes hand in hand with the trend of providing sleepable bench seating in airports. For awhile they were doing the anti-homeless park bench design. You’ll have to fight your fellow passengers for space, but it’s better than the floor at DIA or ORD.