Well, you know, if one did not know her name, one might say, “This is for that fat [epithet] over there.” Unless one was not a jerk.
I’d try “the brunette in the blue sweater” first, but that’s me.
No, I ended up selling my dinars over a decade later for nearly the same sum I got them for. With shipping and other expenses, it was a loss.
I had a guy come to my house about 10 years ago and demonstrate one of those. It worked well, but wasn’t worth $800 or whatever he said the price was. Interestingly, he wasn’t a high-pressure salesperson either.
And, for that second part, ISTR reading about low-income women who can’t afford traditional birth control but have access to free (or almost free) abortions, so they use abortions as their birth control.
Eh, not so much - at least for the 2nd amendment. Madison certainly points toward the idea of arming citizens to protect against a Federal government gone rogue, but doesn’t clarify the part about bearing arms only as part of militia or bearing arms, period, which could also be used if case militia is needed.
Totally.
But to prevent further hijacking, I created a spin-off thread in IMHO.
Just this afternoon, in the supermarket. What looked like Grandpa and teen grand-daughter shopping in the crisp (chip) aisle. Grand-daughter is picking up bags and reading out the flavours. I overhear the following exchange:
GD: ‘Vegetable crisps?’ (sounding confused)
GP: ‘They’re nice, they are, have you tried them?’
GD: ‘No’
GP: ‘Want to?’
GD: (sounding utterly scornful) ‘Course not, I’m not a vegetarian!’
Maybe not such a bad idea. Once I was driving on the Indiana Turnpike and passed a guy doing 60. My wife glanced over and saw he had a bible resting on his wheel well and was apparently reading it while driving
Getting back to the original post, ask the guy if he realizes what a tiny proportion of the human race was literate in those days. And anyway, those early writing systems were boustrophedon–successive lines went in opposite directions, which is why when they settled on uni-directional, they chose different ones. Maybe ask him if the percentage of dyslexic Israelis is any lower than here. When I learned to read Hebrew, the reading direction caused no difficulty at all.
Traditional Korean printing is from the “back” as we Westerners view it. Not only that, it was printed in columns, top to bottom, right to left.
But *hangul *is just as easily read and printed in Western fashion. I have two Korean bibles, one New Testament printed Western fashion, and one complete Bible printed in the old style.
:eek:
You’re assuming it was a Bible, anyway. Good grief, he could have used a Talking Bible if he wanted to keep up while he was on the road. :smack: Anyway, this made me think of the church sign that has become a meme: “Honk if you love Jesus, text if you want to meet Him.”
Today I learned from a coworker that Jennifer Hudson’s family was not murdered, so much as “sacrificed” to the Illuminati in exchange for making her famous. Beyoncé and Jay-Z are also Illuminatus, but she has yet to figure out which family members they had killed.
I work in a library.
This same coworker also once attributed a spate of hurricanes and tornadoes to being the natural result of letting gay people get married.
Holy moly. What was he even trying to explain? I actually really tried to understand what his point was, and I couldn’t. “Life is full of coincidences?” Or something more sinister? “Everything is preordained?”
Well, what do Indian children eat? I always assumed the same thing as their parents but less spiced (in all respects) as kids generally have a terrible palate and lower tolerance for complex flavors.
But colostrum is produced before birth. Were they saying women produce breastmilk when not even pregnant?
I have had Indian food that was at the 4-out-of-5 level of spiciness (scovillity). I ran out of napkins to wipe my vast forehead. I think they must have a dilution pattern for children, which they gradually ratchet up until the young ones are entirely comfortable with adult food and they no longer feel fire in the ass when they crap. And, of course, there are things like lassi, raita and gulab jamun, which are not at all spicy (although that last one is absurdly sweet – I would rather have kheer).
That’s true about colostrum. Anyway, it’s uncommon for a nullipara to produce breast milk unless she has hyperprolactinemia, or has sufficient nipple stimulation. Some women have been able to breast-feed adopted babies by doing the latter, usually with a breast pump.