That was more or less my point. A clog, in my metaphorical eyes, means that nothing is passing through.

Even as you described it, nothing is passing through until someone comes to remediate the situation.

Aren’t port-a-potties kinda clogged by design?

One of the first times I went there, I had recently started experimenting (to a very mild degree) with fashion. In this case, I was trying out wearing sort of a chain necklace. Unfortunately, while I was swimming, it broke and fell off, so I figured it to be lost forever.

The next year, I came back to swim in the same spot, having completely forgotten the necklace, but was very pleased to discover it had gotten lodged under a rock and thus not traveled far at all from where I originally lost it.

That is interesting.

Reader mode is amazing. I don’t recall whether I’ve ever used it for bypassing paywalls, but I used to read Rock, Paper, Shotgun a lot and, when they started getting disgustingly cluttered, reader mode made it a lot easier.

It also helps with navigating tech blogs when troubleshooting something and, on the rare occasion when I search for recipes, finding the only part that matters.

Back when I was dating, my policy was to let any prospective love interest know the worst thing I know about myself as soon as expedient, but usually before courting. It worked, in that I got ghosted a lot of times, but usually at least promptly.

I thought maybe it was an industry term for, like, the route the package took - the recipe for how to deliver it. You clarified things for me.

Where I’ve been, that (or something similar) is called certified mail.

I’ve been in Perry Hall! Even hiked along Gunpowder River.

Or just make their own recording.

Christian Bale apparently once said that, when you put on the Batman suit, the growl just happens automatically.

My local hospital apparently requires their employees to use a “secure” app on their personal phone to transmit data on the patients.

Seems like irresponsible handling of PHI (by the administration, not the staff) to me.

Best one I’ve ever seen was on a Cadillac and read "PMPN8EZ.’

Of course not.

You were supposed to chase them.

My then BIL introduced me to the sellers. I don’t know how he encountered them.

edit: Missing word.

Yes, I believe them.

By “rural area,” I in part mean “not many people drive down my road.”

But anyway, this was an impulsive post. I haven’t tried anything yet.

So kind.

Noted, thank you.

For a nearly 50-year-old car, I think it kind of is … But maybe I’m just hopeful.

Thanks!