Um … my comment was a joke (and an obvious one, I thought). Normal Rockwell never did a “Turn your head and cough” illustration. FYI “turn your head and cough” is something doctors used to have you do while holding your nuts in their hand, to detect a hernia.
I tried to befriend a friendless dude in college. Found out he was friendless because he went around asking women what their “cunt diameter” was. Even women professors!
I thought this was one of the “lost” Norman Rockwell paintings - like the infamous “Turn your head and cough”.
Wait, Tolkien was English. He didn’t mean “Shire” to be pronounced like we Americans do it?
I just saw a sign this morning that said “Irish Wristwatch - now you know you can’t pronounce it”. The sign was right.
Our ancestors’ brains went from chimpanzee-sized to modern-sized (actually slightly bigger than today) between two million and one million years ago, and more importantly the language-governing areas increased in size during that stretch. So human beings a million years ago were very much like us today, just without the advanced technology.
My favorite was “a sucking chest wound is Nature’s Way of telling you you’ve been in a firefight”.
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I always liked how archaeologists would dig up ancient statues of big-breasted and big-butted women and call them evidence of a “cult of fertility”. I guess that sounds better than “porn”.
Fun fact: through the 1800s coal-powered steamships mostly replaced sailing vessels for the transportation of people and time-sensitive cargo around the world. But steamships were highly inefficient and required frequent re-coaling, and locally available coal was dirtier and contained less thermal energy than the good stuff that Britain (who was doing by far most of the shipping) got from Wales and other places on their island. Because steamships could not efficiently and cheaply haul the coal that they needed around the world to restock the coaling stations, this was done instead by an enormous fleet of sailing colliers. So the “steam revolution” of the 1800s was actually a steam/wind-power hybrid. It wasn’t until the advent of triple- and quadruple-expansion steam engines, turbines, and greatly improved boilers in the early 1900s that steam-powered vessels could efficiently and economically haul their own fuel. And even with that, wind-powered cargo vessels remained economically viable and operating in significant numbers right up until the start of WWII (that’s II, not I).
A great read is The Last Grain Race by Eric Newby, about his time as a sailor aboard Moshulu (a large steel sail-powered cargo ship) in 1938-1939. Moshulu went on to star in The Godfather Part II as the ship which brings young Vito Corleone to New York, and is now weirdly enough a floating restaurant in my city of Philadelphia (I’ve never eaten there but I want to).
I have Republican acquaintances who still make fucking Clinton/Lewinksi jokes. I’m not sure they’ve ever even heard of Epstein.
Yesterday I watched some lady hand-wave away Trump’s actions by saying “we’re all sinners, and trump deserves our forgiveness just like we deserve Jesus’ forgiveness”.
A couple of weeks ago I watched fucking John Fetterman make essentially the same argument, saying that we shouldn’t harp on Trump’s status as a convicted felon because Democrats are supposed to be “the party of forgiveness and redemption”. It’s hard to watch (some, not all) Democrat leaders falling over themselves in their attempts to give away political advantage.
Altavista is telling me I should vote for Bill Clinton.
I used to drink five 24 oz. cups of coffee a day - which is about one gallon - including the last one right before I went to bed, and I never had any trouble sleeping. Your body adjusts to all kinds of ridiculous shit.
I drive a 2001 which is in that dead zone after cassettes but before aux plugs. I still had to be burning CDs a few years ago but eventually stumbled across an adapter that tricks the car stereo into thinking my phone is a 6-CD changer in the trunk.
My best friend in high school in the '80s had something on his home stereo I’ve never seen before or since: an 8-track tape recorder. We would make 8-track mix tapes and take them to parties … which we promptly got kicked out of because they were tapes of stuff like Yes, King Crimson, Laurie Anderson, Tangerine Dream and Vangelis, and didn’t nobody want to listen to that kind of shit back then.
I guess Tammany Hall would be the wrong party.
Would you think those guys would know to do something about a dude on a roof with a rifle?
I have Republican acquaintances who still make Clinton/Lewinsky jokes. Actually funny comedy is not their forte.
My college was desperate for students and couldn’t afford to kick anybody out. There were people around that did worse shit than this guy and stayed.