I can’t repeat this enough:
Every important photograph you own needs to have relevant information written on the back: date and names of subjects at the very least.
Digital photos can have the information embedded in the file.
You think you’ll always remember. You won’t. And even if you do, future generations will have no idea why you thought this photo was worth passing down.
(Talking to you, Grandma)
I’ll never be able to un-see the fact that everybody Jan van Eyck paints looks like Putin.
This is incredibly off-topic — but I bet if I’d waited a few hours, there’d be one or two stewardess-related Thursday comics and I could have tied it all neatly together.
Back in the day, when female flight attendants were considered little more than Runway Models of the Skies, there were a number of age and weight and other requirements for the job. Including the stipulation that they be between 5’2’’ and 5’6”.
And that part puzzles me: can anybody guess why a woman over 5’6” would be unacceptable?
(And remember, a taller woman would still be bound by the weight requirement and the “she has to be a looker” requirement)
My best guess, and I’m pretty sure it’s a terrible guess, is that airlines wanted to get away with buying (and recycling) the least possible number of uniforms.
(And as long as we’re mentioning it, some recent comic strips featuring clowns)
I changed the site’s tag line to “Starting tomorrow, we’re going to let Shirley Jackson decide whom the Moderation Filter will target.”
An hour later, the New Yorker posts on Facebook that they’ve made The Lottery available for free download.
Coincidence, I’m sure…
Groundhog Day, while clearly the most famous of the “living the same day over and over and over again” genre, wasn’t the first. Does anybody know what the first one was?
I’m talking about multiple do-overs, as opposed to “Scrooge woke up and it was still Christmas morning and now he could do it right.”
My mother texted me MY INTETNET AND PHONE ARE BOTH DOWN to which I redponded IF YOUR PHONE’S DOWN, HOW CAN YOU BE TEXTING ME?
This is the most unappealing pumpkin spice item I’ve seen this month:
Andréa countered with this:
Any other nominees? Please send a photo (or attach it to a comment below, if you can). Only actual products, please.
No, not me personally: but my son and his girlfriend, who was born with Charcot Marie Tooth, a hereditary rare degenerative neurological disease, will be spending her 30th birthday helping to raise money for research. And a current study is actually showing some promise for the specific form of CMT she has.
Thanks for your attention.
No, not me: just everybody in Montreal, apparently. So I attach this article for your entertainment.
When I was in Montreal a few years ago (staying in residential neighborhood), one of my first thoughts was “How do these people get large items such as refrigerators in and out of their homes with no elevators or even internal non-spiral stairways?”
The answer apparently is “With a lot of difficulty.”
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