No judgments

With the serial numbers and massive storage all they'd need is a pathtracking software and to standardize scanning bills to create records at POS.

Sure there'd be gaps but this'd be automatable, so no more FBI agents in a room copying serial numbers to avoid marking the bills. Then whenever voxel scanning happens a bank worker could scan a whole palette of currency and record its data.

So not 100% but significantly more than previously.

(Photo a composite of right before and after he blinks that freaky lower lid)

In Dune Part One that was obviously done via CGI and not a prosthetic right? It seems obvious but I can't find that verified anywhere in the special features or other interviews.

Stephen McKinley Henderson, perhaps you could offer the hard confirm? For posterity. stands like guy with hands on his hips meme

(Profile pic must not've been updated)

Step three: profit

I love cooking and botany,

But I don't raise no dang chia,

So much pesto on my mind,

Call it basil ganglia.

Sign language

tl;dr: Pre-colonoscopy bowel prep really took a lot outta me: crazy shit.

Hi Lemmy. I was gonna message my small friend group to wish me luck (aka retroactive positive causes) for my colonoscopy that's happening in 45 minutes. But I realized I'm not really that close to them. I always end up oversharing and while that can build emotional intimacy in some friend groups, it unfortunately hasn't with this group. And I dont have any other friends or family to speak of.

I'm kinda scared tbh. Not about the camera in my GI tract part, I'll be on Milk of Amnesia for that part. It's more because I got an abnormal result on my preliminary Cologard test, and while I know it has a high false positive rating I still can't shake it. My background's in healthcare so I knew enough to not postpone this merely because it's unappealing. I always prefer knowledge over ignorance.

It's just that so many people have passed away from gastrointestinal cancers: Chadwick Boseman, James van deer Beek, Audrey Hepburn, Pelé, Kirstie Alley, Charles M. Schulz, Milton Berle, Jack Lemmon, etc. The category of strangers I tend to interact with on Lemmy are the people I feel closest with in a way, which is simultaneously reassuring that I have that but also feels pathetic. Like I should be bullying myself.

Anywhoozles, I'll at least be happy to end this 36 hour damn fast soon enough with natural and healthy air fried chicken tendies and a pint of Ben & Jerry's chocolate & peanut butter ice cream. I'll eat actually healthier (and something with fiber) after I smeep.

Apparently the rate at which I'll have to repeat this (assuming good news) is dependent on whether the Doc had to burn polyps, etc while spelunking in there. It can ramge between 1-10 years depending how well it goes. Worst case scenario when GI cancers are caught early they're among the easier to treat. I believe people even keep their hair so I can do that.

Life's pretty crazy the older I get, and the longer I live the crazier I get. While I'm mostly content, I sometimes wish I could find someone as crazy as me to share my life with. Until then, I can find outlets in writing this brief diarrhy entries where if no one reads it it can always serve as a time capsule for old me. Hi me, it's you: me. How've you been? I wish I'd appreciated the years better.

Love, qualia

Edit: Ollie ollie oxenfree: no Big C for me this time. They burned a few bad guys off and I have to do another one in three years. Thanks for all tbd strong empathy from this community. I literally posted that like ten ninutes before they wheeled me into the OR. Wish I could've read these before it went down. Thanks again.

Next step: cross-platform marriage

Next step: cross-platform marriage