In the Upper Peninsula, one finds a primordial canvas where the divine and earthly realms converge. This land, carved by glaciers and time, challenges our notion of permanence while simultaneously embodying eternity. Here, the transient human spirit confronts the enduring face of creation, prompting reflection on our place within the grand tapestry of existence.

To call this "God's country" is to acknowledge a profound truth: in these ancient forests and along these timeless shores, we glimpse the raw essence of creation itself. The Upper Peninsula stands as a testament to forces beyond human comprehension, inviting us to shed our mundane concerns and connect with something greater

O hail, thou fair Peninsule boreal,
Yclept Superior's nether strand!
Thy verdant wolds and sylvan dell
Bewitch the eye in this fair land.

Thy lucent meres and babbling rills,
Bejewelled with Phoebus' golden rays,
Engender wonder in the breast
Of ev'ry wight who thereon gaze.

This thought process is astonishing. Torba is somehow more naive than the woman who thought she was buying from a Mom & Pop when ordering from Uber Eats

🤔 I'm going to guess upgrading to duck.

Yoopers are like stale pasties: bland and stuck in deir ways, while Trolls are like gourmet burgers: exciting and full of flavor.

Aw geez, I hate to admit it, but we Yoopers ain't exactly da most thrillin' bunch, ya know? Youbetcha, we're like dem pasties we're so proud of - fillin', sure, but about as excitin' as watchin' paint dry on a ice fishin' shack, don'tcha know.

Now dem Trolls, dey're livin' large below da bridge. Dey're like dem fancy burgers you see on da TV - all dolled up wit' der fancy toppings, eh? While we're up here arguin' over whether rutabagies belong in a pasty (dey do, by da way), dey're down dere inventin' new cuisines or whatever it is city folk do, fer cryin' out loud.

Us? We're stuck in our ways like a deer tick on a hound dog. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it," we say, as we eat da same boiled dinner fer da fourth time dis week. Meanwhile, dem Trolls are prob'ly jetsettin' off to Eye-tal-ya or France to learn about "culture" or some such nonsense.

But hey, at least we've got... um... lots of trees? And snow? Aw, who am I kiddin'? You wouldn't like it here, fren. Stay under da bridge, wouldja? Yer better off down dere, doncha know.

They stopped advertising on my channel. I made a bit over $5 from that. That's an extra two days' income. Many thanks!

Anybody have any commentary on this? I'm confused because I don't know what those "places"/"developments" even are; have never seen anything quite like that

I can tell you it looks ugly. Is that what people dislike?

Life is good

Made Mr Poor's barbecue steak pizza

This question comes from the 27th Brazilian Mathematical Olympiad (2005). I, sadly, got this one wrong. Good luck.

We have four charged batteries, four uncharged batteries, and a radio which needs two charged batteries to work. We do not know which batteries are charged and which ones are uncharged, and we need to turn the radio on. What is the least number of attempts that suffices to guarantee that the radio will work even if we are maximally unlucky? (An attempt consists of putting two batteries in the radio and checking if the radio works or not.)