Yeah, right. It took me 2 years to get my wife’s nails back to health after the “manicurists” were through with them. Finally looking so good that I can be her manicurist and pedicurist. If I take her to anyone else, I’m going to watch them like a hawk!
OK, you tried to pronounce the name of your most recent medication and this happened? Good God, DON’T say it again, let me just read it carefully and we’ll see if there’s a way to close that portal.
Children playing hopscotch in a London Street, in 1957 or 1958.
When I searched it, I found both dates. You’d think it wouldn’t matter, wouldn’t you? But that would be wrong.
You see, apparently 1958 was when Wham-o, in the US, started making plastic hula hoops, and they quickly became a world-wide fad.
So whenever a page dated the photo 1957, a page of comments, arguments and links would debate whether those were plastic hula hoops in the picture, which would mean it was really 1958, or whether they could be bamboo hoops, which were popular before that in Australia… But why would so many English children have Australian hoops?
Or could they be metal rolling hoops, and that one that’s bent… is it bent like plastic or wood… or… etc etc.
But if the page said it was 1958, someone would say “I saw this on blah blah site, and they said it was 1957.”
So… It’s a photo of London kids playing hopscotch, in the 1950s.
My literary heroes in my ever-so-sophisticated and world-weary beat period, which lasted a short time in I think my 19th or 20th year.
No one can do poetic angst like a 20-year-old.
Then I discovered that while I liked Ginsberg’s poetry, I hated cigarettes, I was too exuberant to stay world-weary… and I didn’t actually like reading Kerouac, or have any patience for the heavy drugs and drinking he wrote about.
Just had a grilled porterhouse with sauteed mushrooms and a salad. Dismembered a rotisserie chicken, saved it as 4 meals, and used the skin and bones to make 4 jars of extra tasty chicken broth.Very little gets wasted around here. Tossed the beef bones in with the chicken bones for extra flavor.
Speaking of meat, there’s a lot of it here, along with boots, wallets, handbags, hats, and maybe a Crocodile Dundee movie or two. I’ll bet James Bond could walk across these guys to get to the other side of the river. One of these guys’ ancestors probably helped the elephant get his trunk.
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Our boy appears to have gotten a bit soggy. I can see a bath in his immediate future and, based on his facial expression, I suspect he knows it.
Hey, I’ll bet he earned all that dirt, and had a good time acquiring it. Time to go get some more!
OMG! I’ve seen that look before…
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“Sit. We’ll sip some wine. We’ll talk. We’ll figure it out.”
So, you never invite me over to your house for a canolli. Now you want me to go kill that rat for you.
“I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse. Okay? I want you to leave it all to me. Go on, go back to the party.”
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Oodles of faces in this one. Plus the horse.
Another from Octavio Ocampo.
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Yeah, right. It took me 2 years to get my wife’s nails back to health after the “manicurists” were through with them. Finally looking so good that I can be her manicurist and pedicurist. If I take her to anyone else, I’m going to watch them like a hawk!
Artificial nails are what do a lot more damage than polish.
Bonding layers of plastics, glue, and solvents into a shell on top of your nail has just never seemed like a good idea to me.
I don’t do them, wear them, or recommend them.
Added to that are the shortcuts, carelessness, and lack of proper sanitation in some salons, which lead to infections and fungus… It’s terrible.
Bring your own nail tools to a manicure, ladies, and take them home with you.
Where should I store a manicure?!?
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“What’s a dog have to do to get some ear scratches around here?”
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Time to kick some demon butt.
OK, you tried to pronounce the name of your most recent medication and this happened? Good God, DON’T say it again, let me just read it carefully and we’ll see if there’s a way to close that portal.
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Children playing hopscotch in a London Street, in 1957 or 1958.
When I searched it, I found both dates. You’d think it wouldn’t matter, wouldn’t you? But that would be wrong.
You see, apparently 1958 was when Wham-o, in the US, started making plastic hula hoops, and they quickly became a world-wide fad.
So whenever a page dated the photo 1957, a page of comments, arguments and links would debate whether those were plastic hula hoops in the picture, which would mean it was really 1958, or whether they could be bamboo hoops, which were popular before that in Australia… But why would so many English children have Australian hoops?
Or could they be metal rolling hoops, and that one that’s bent… is it bent like plastic or wood… or… etc etc.
But if the page said it was 1958, someone would say “I saw this on blah blah site, and they said it was 1957.”
So… It’s a photo of London kids playing hopscotch, in the 1950s.
That’ll do.
Kids used to roll wooden hoops along the street before the Hula Hoop craze began. A stick was used to propel the hoop.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoop_rolling
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My literary heroes in my ever-so-sophisticated and world-weary beat period, which lasted a short time in I think my 19th or 20th year.
No one can do poetic angst like a 20-year-old.
Then I discovered that while I liked Ginsberg’s poetry, I hated cigarettes, I was too exuberant to stay world-weary… and I didn’t actually like reading Kerouac, or have any patience for the heavy drugs and drinking he wrote about.
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Just had a grilled porterhouse with sauteed mushrooms and a salad. Dismembered a rotisserie chicken, saved it as 4 meals, and used the skin and bones to make 4 jars of extra tasty chicken broth.Very little gets wasted around here. Tossed the beef bones in with the chicken bones for extra flavor.
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Good to have buddies who understand and know how to help both of them.
Not exactly true love here though.
This is actually a publicity shot of Marlene Dietrich, kissing a returning American soldier, in 1945.
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The family that suns together, has fun together.
Speaking of meat, there’s a lot of it here, along with boots, wallets, handbags, hats, and maybe a Crocodile Dundee movie or two. I’ll bet James Bond could walk across these guys to get to the other side of the river. One of these guys’ ancestors probably helped the elephant get his trunk.
Yeah, I think I’ll go the long way round..
Taken in Cuba.
The photographer, Rona Schwarz, titles this “A Congregation Of Alligators.”
I will avoid that church.
BTW… You can tell they’re not crocodiles, cos their snouts are wide and you can’t see their teeth with their mouths closed.
Alligators are (allegedly) less aggressive towards humans than crocodiles.
The key word, for me, is “less”.
It doesn’t say “not aggressive”.
I’ll still not congregate with them, thanks anyway.
Interesting. This one looks sort of androgynous.
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A drone photo of Dubai, from 2017.
Heard this today in a pub (where else?) and I quite enjoyed it. I hope you do too.
The things some people do for fun…
Eagle Harbor Lighthouse, Michigan.
Red-legged Honeycreeper.
For some reason, that Paul Simon video is one of my favorites.
Not because it’s the best song ever, though I like it, or the most spectacular video… I’m not sure what it is.
It just kind of really makes use of the medium, a little show along with the music, a pleasant tune, a bit of nonchalant craziness.
Whenever I see it, I can’t resist watching it.
That video really confused my brother when it first came out.