Commander of Russian separatist forces.
So — Russians that are fighting for Russia (the country), not Putin. They’re currently aligned with and fighting alongside Ukrainian forces to undermine Putin.
Commander of Russian separatist forces.
So — Russians that are fighting for Russia (the country), not Putin. They’re currently aligned with and fighting alongside Ukrainian forces to undermine Putin.
Different than the person you responded to - as an adult I’ve lived in 3 states, in metropolitan areas, and the rule has always been that you must show up to exactly the polling location assigned to you. People at that location and that location only have your name on a list that they use to verify your voter registration.
In one of the cities, you could go to the election clerk’s office to receive a provisional ballot that would be counted only if they verified that a ballot was not cast in your name at your assigned polling location.
Oh, and the assigned polling place moves almost every election.
Editing to add: You often have to know what ward you represent, because the ballots can differ by ward and they combine several wards into one polling location. If you don’t know your ward (and the election folks aren’t nice), you have to wait in line for each ward until you accidentally find the person with your name in their book. (Each book represents a ward.)
Science vs religion, baby.
It’s too socialistic by the standards of capitalists and has been run out of most cooking schools. It’s occasionally taught as an ‘alternative’ recipe, but for some reason, despite rendering a better pizza, it’s never widely adopted.
I think the joke is that might be AP style pizza.
I got the ingredients for, cooked, and then froze about a weeks worth of breakfast burritos.
A long time ago my wife was bratting me and demanded to know why I got to make up the rules. (À la ‘who said that was the rule?’ and ‘Well, I don’t see it written down!’)
There’s a post-it with a hastily scrawled “I am the law.” on it that I use up as ‘proof’ of my claims to domestic power.
Mind you, that’s all for play. We don’t fuck with anything that could violate consent.
In the U.S. milk comes in half gallon and gallon measures, which look like your 2L and 3L containers, respectively.
Sometimes you will find milk in waxed paper cartons, but that is not the norm. (It’s very common, however, for dairy products that are often bought by pint and quart — typically half and half, heavy cream, or coffee creamers.) Our fancier non-dairy creamers tend to be in tetrapaks or cartons, with less expensive (or at least distributed in higher volumes) creamers in plastic bottles.
That’s totally fair. For some reason that just flew past my head while thinking it through.
We have a print of this in our stairway. A few years ago we had a bed delivered and one of the delivery guys chortled “Heh. Naked chick with wings.”
He sort of sounded like Bevis, but was utterly delighted at the random artistic nudity. Since then randomly quoting the guy has become an inside joke with my wife. It’s so silly, but we always have a giggle over it.
In another comment, someone mentioned that it’s not just repayment of interest that profits credit card companies.
Even if you pay all debts monthly before interest can compound, the CC companies still charge processing fees to merchants on a per-transaction basis (which merchants either pass directly to consumers or indirectly through higher prices). They still get their cut, even if you don’t see it on a line item.
Recently I had house work done. The contractor offered to charge me 5% less if I paid with cash or check instead of credit card.
Second vote for a laser level. It’s still miserable, but easier.