We have a fondu restaurant where you can get hard cheeses to dip in your cheese goo.
Is it named "The Melting Pot"? I'm hoping someday to encounter a fondue restaurant that isn't named that. A place named "Fond" just opened near where I live, and I was thinking that must be it, but nope.
I've convinced myself that ShopRite cheese ($2 for an 8oz block - which is still fucking $4 a pound) is as good as it gets. If I want something fancy, I soak herbs in vinegar and mix them into a block of neufchatel cheese, which makes a tasty substitute for goat cheese. I also make my own crackers now, which is basically the cost of the flour.
They're not in any way associated with Amazon, as far as I know. But apparently they sell their customer data to them - and immediately.
Guy worth $400 billion buys Twitter for $40 billion (and not even all his own money) and watches its value drop to $20 billion while turning this major information outlet into a right-wing propaganda megaphone and helping to get trump reelected. "Ha ha look at what an idiot Elon Musk is!"
My weirdest Amazon experience was when I went to Lowe's and bought a drill bit and a pair of cabinet door hinges, and just looked at cabinet pulls for a minute or two - didn't buy any or even pick any up. That night, Amazon recommended for me drill bits, cabinet door hinges ... and cabinet pulls. I'm assuming that I got linked to in-store footage from Lowe's, which is creepy but certainly not suprising.
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I used to visit that sub a lot about ten years ago. It looks like it hasn't changed a bit in that time - it even still has the same little fit drawings on the top bar. Has male fashion somehow frozen?
Hence the popularity (on the corporate side, at least) of binding arbitration.
I'm not allowed to work from home and it seriously pisses me off. Whenever I complain about this to my boss, she always gives me shit like "you're a school bus driver".
Not exactly the same, but I once attended a work call when I was staying with my Dad after he had a knee replacement. He had decided to "tough it out" and not take painkillers, and during the call he started screaming "kill me! oh god kill me!" because of the pain, quite loud enough to be heard by everyone on the call. My boss said "it's OK, ChickenLady, this call isn't that important. Go ahead and kill your father."
Should've swapped the death's head for United Healthcare in the second panel.