I thought my link was Gene Wilder?
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I thought my link was Gene Wilder?
Here in Scotland, yes. I usually opt for a phone appointment because I’m lazy. It’s never urgent but I can still get one within a couple of days. And that’s with the surgery having recently closed its list to new patients because of a population surge in the town (new housing).
I had a dog who’d lived rough and he stole stuff too. The pack of toilet paper was his biggest disappointment - “Hey this is all wrapping! There’s nothing inside!”
I was minding a friend’s cat one time. She wanted out into the back garden, but changed her mind when she saw the rain. She walked through to the front door and meowed there. I had to open the door and show her that yes it’s raining on this side of the house too.
I’m old and I smell exquisite. I know a lot of old people, and none of them smell of ketchup, let alone armpit or butt. If the man reeks, it’s because he has poor personal hygiene, not because he’s old. It’s you that’s denigrating the elderly by saying we stink.
Meanwhile in Scotland: “Gies a can a juice.” https://irn-bru.co.uk/collections/our-juice
Mock Turtle Soup of course. https://youtu.be/FWxFsJUlBbw
Following up on that, I’d been trying to remember the song in Blazing Saddles, when they literally break the fourth wall and there’s an anachronistic musical number being filmed - it’s called “The French Mistake”. https://youtu.be/FezOkjeNs5Y
1967, dir Mel Brooks - I mean, who else? What a guy. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Producers_(1967_film)
Allofmp3, that was it! I downloaded the Muse albums too. :-)
The swamps of Dagobah.
There was this Russian website where you could download whole albums for like 50 cents. I absolutely loved it, because as well as current hits it also had the most obscure, crazy stuff, classical music, jazz, and world music. I think they’re all in prison now, the guys who ran it.
Springtime for Hitler, The Producers https://youtu.be/1zY1orxW8Aw
I was born in the year Princess Elizabeth became Queen. Also, Evita died that year.
Aaaand then there’s slime moulds. Some of which can run a maze…
It’s sooo clickbaity - I didn’t even click because I knew how boring the actual story would be.
I tell you what freaked me out - I was tidying up my contacts and my late sister’s photo had changed to that of a nice-looking youngish man. She died of brain cancer in Jan 2020. I’d left her contact there out of sentiment, but of course her number has been recycled. Ooof.
I hate headlines like this. There is no “chaos”. A bunch of politicians are arguing and having meetings. Bureaucracy chunters along as usual. Paralympics are happening.
If the politicians were having shootouts in the Champs Elysées and disrupting traffic then yes, a bit of chaos in Paris. But they’re not. Sigh.
It wasn’t always this way. When I first started working in the early 70s, women weren’t allowed to wear trousers at work. Or have bare legs, even in summer. Women called bullshit, and the rule was relaxed in most places to allow us to wear trouser suits. But as late as the mid-80s I was chastised for wearing trousers at work. I had to point out that the then prime minister, a woman, wore trousers at work!
If you want the dress code to change, then lobby for it to change. I honestly feel sorry for men locked into their own notions of what they’re “allowed” to wear. I remember a friend whining enviously about how breezy my summer skirt looked. I suggested he wear a skirt himself. “I can’t! People would think I’m gay.” Sigh.
Also - men used to make an effort! https://media.newyorker.com/photos/5ec9401b929e439dacc2a56a/master/w_1280%2Cc_limit/Piepenbring-Codpiece02.jpg https://www.thecultureconcept.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/404448.jpg
Phone in left front pocket, keys in right front pocket. Nothing else, that’s all I need if I’m just stepping out. I have several hobbies though, and I have a separate backpack/bag for each one, loaded and ready to go.