I’m sad that so many people had such a shit time being 15.
I’m sad that so many people had such a shit time being 15.
The noughties, the teenies, and the twenties.
" Disney’s 100.1 Dalmatians "
*Hear running water
It’s never a bad idea.
The site has a clear mission of “fighting the woke.” It’s main purpose is to rank movies and games on a scale from “Woke👹” to “Based😊” so that users don’t have to be triggered by wokeism. So yeah, I wouldn’t expect high quality reporting.
Canal locks are fucking cool.
Text from my direct report at 7am Saturday morning: “Please call me as soon as possible!!!”
I call immediately. Him: “I can’t talk right now, when is a good time to call you back?” Me:
“Just call me when you can, omg.”
Him: Calls me three hours later to take 20 minutes explaining why he needs an afternoon off two months from now.
Me: “This could have been a text, Pablo.”
I live in the Bay Area and there are like 5 of them in my small, rural town, so I see them daily. I laugh every time. As silly as they look in photos, it’s just so much sillier in real life. Especially out in the county where I live.
For me that was “The Man in the Well” which the school librarian read to us in 4th grade during library story hour.
Can’t tell you how disappointed I am that isn’t just a chart of increasingly tubby kittens.
Surgery isn’t the only solution, there are medications, like Finasteride, that actually prevent hair loss by blocking the hormone that causes it. But some people do just have thick gorgeous manes their whole life without help.
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He was a server in a black waistcoat, white shirt. He was brushing the ball off the table before setting plates down.
It was a ball from a kid’s ball pit, so a little bigger than a baseball, smaller than a softball.
The table was round, with a red gingham table cloth.
The orange ball on the red gingham table cloth were there immediately, once instructed to visualize a person pushing it, it only made sense that it was a server, since the table seemed restauranty.
Cremorne was a difficult horse to train, owing to his extreme laziness: he was known to fall asleep during breaks in exercise. He also had an apparently insatiable appetite and would eat anything edible within his range. On one occasion he contracted a near-fatal bout of colic after eating all of his bedding straw.[3]
Maybe he was just more interested in naps and snacks than lady horses. 🤷♂️
I don’t feel like there is a big variety in vibes from episode to episode on Murder She Wrote. But if they make you happy, I’m glad they are there for you.
I’ve been watching Murder She Wrote and each episode has a “this time on Murder She Wrote” at the beginning that is kind of a convoluted spoiler for the episode. I don’t know who would want that, especially on a mystery show.
They are different now than they were 30 years ago. You’re Not Wrong—Brussels Sprouts Taste Way Better Now Than They Did When We Were Kids, and It’s Because of Science
Just FYI, while the concentration camps in the US were absolutely inexcusable, destroyed communities, forced people to sell their homes and businesses and took people away from the lives they had built and everything the knew and loved, they were not extermination camps.
Of the 120,000 people unjustly incarcerated, 1,862 people died in the camp hospitals in the four years the camps operated. The current US mortality rate is about 0.8% (about 800 deaths per 100,000 people per year). So for 120,000 people (using today’s standard, I can’t find the rate for the 1940s), we would expect about 960 deaths per year, or 3840 in all four years.
Again, not condoning the US concentration camps in any way. But they were not death camps.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internment_of_Japanese_Americans
https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/products/databriefs/db492.htm