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To a gator you are only easy food, troublesome food, or not food. (Momma gators may make the additional distinction between "threat to my brood" and "not a threat to my brood".) They are opportunistic feeders, so them seem chill. They are NOT chilling, they are patiently waiting, conserving energy, for an opportunity for troublesome food to make itself easy food. A relatively fast moving and agile human feeding a gator is troublesome food dispensing easy food. Either way, to a gator fed by people, you (and by association any other humans) are just food that hasn't become easy food, yet. They aren't chilling, they are waiting for an opportunity.

It seems likely that this guy is keeping this gator in a climate a little cooler than what the gator is used to. Cold gators don't just slow their movement. Their entire metabolism slows down. Cool enough (and I'm talking mild Florida winter cool here) and the gator may stop eating for a few weeks or even months. It may not even bother going after easy food if it's cool enough because it's body may not be able to digest it even if it did. That's probably when photos like this would be taken. A zonked out cold gator with a belly full of rotten meat that it can't digest until the temperature rises.

The whole scene here looks like that girl from the walking dead with zombie pet. It's all going to end very badly one day.

This is garbage. What are you on about? It is art as an affection. Style as an algorithm. It's got no sense of balance or intent. It looks like what it is, a copy that doesn't actually understand what made the original great.

Those people aren't the lowest except in pay. Those people are the engineers, the teachers, and the administrators. They execute actual functions that directly benefit society. These are the people that prevent crime through their support of the community. It's like calling the foundation of a building the lowest function of a building. That may be true on the surface, but the metaphor quickly breaks down.

There is another lowest of the low in government that does little in the way of support, unless you're one of the elite. The lowest rung of the government ladder are the people whose job it is to punitively punish people for breaking the laws. They do not prevent any crimes, and the courts have ruled that they are shielded from any responsibility in that regard. They protect inequity between the rich and the poor. They are trained to discriminate and profile. Their very fraternity is rooted in tribal exclusion, us vs. them. They even desecrate the national flag as a symbol of that fraternity. Sometimes that insult even gets worn as part of their official uniform. They restrict and opress rights granted by the law at the whim of politics and oligarchs. They are licensed to murder, with immunity from responsibility. They are encouraged to remain ignorant of the laws that they are tasked with enforcing and they wear that ignorance as a legal shield against consequence and accountability. And yet these gangs of murderous thugs are routinely paid better than any of the others. They are called heroes when they do the bare minimum. They are applauded for showing the bare minimum of humanity.

If this government were a family with the state and federal administration as the parents, then the teachers/engineers/administrators would be the older siblings, aunts, and uncles. The police would rule that house through fear like a toddler on a sugar high with a gun. Occasionally that toddler may shit itself, steal from the cookie jar, or murder a loved one. But all is quickly forgiven because after all they are a only toddler.

Maybe, but they're paying attention to the task of scanning items, running the register, and the customer at the front of the line. I don't really think it's reasonable to expect them to keep an eye on that moving target as well. I've seen the very thing happen: Loading my stuff on to the belt, trying to leave a space because there is no divider available, the cashier is busy concentrating on the other things they are doing and the customer in front of them (not me and my stuff), they grab the last item of the other person's stuff, scan it and bag it, turn back to check for more stuff (by this time and while the cashier's back is turned the void I'd left is gone because the belt doesn't stop advancing until a divider or product blocks the sensor). They may not ever see a gap (only the next item to be scanned).

There's no perfect solution here, but I don't see any reason to heap any more responsibility or blame on to an overworked, underpaid, daily abused retail worker just trying to stay sane in one of the most soul crushing and mind-numbingly repetitive jobs I've ever known.

The belts usually move forward automatically, eliminating any space left intentionally between two groups of things on it once the first group has been removed from the belt.

A note about surge protectors: Make sure they are actually surge protectors and not just "power strips" that Amazon has mixed into the search results. Power strips are easy to find in many varieties, made by any number of fly-by-night companies; they'll do nothing to help protect your stuff from power surges. Legitimate surge protectors from reputable companies are much less common. Also, they don't last forever. An older surge protector may still work as a power strip, but over time they may become much less effective as surge protectors.

Let's play Peaches on some peaches.

Hot take: Most metal is just Classical Music II Electric Bugaloo.

The nostalgia is the point. Nobody stores crackers in barrels anymore, but everybody did then because it was the best option at the time. Same reason the save icon is a floppy disk.

I'd ask a couple thousand people to guess in private. So the most popular answer would probably be either surprisingly close to correct or Cuppy McHazelnutface.

Same era, I used to playing games on my calculator. I suppose you still can, but I used to do it. I remember I had RISK on my TI-89, but the games on my TI-82 were on par with the version of snake shown in the post. We would even trade the games around with the kids that didn't have a computer and/or Internet at home. We'd connect them with funky little cables that looked like audio jacks.

To be fair, nothing on the face of this box indicates any relation to chocolate anyway, except the company brand by implication. My only other clue as an outsider was that the wording "Dairy Milk" was just a little too weird to be taken at face value.