I still wear a watch; with hands no less. The confusion of the youngsters when I purposely wear it upside down makes my day.
Don't you enjoy the way their eyes glaze over, and they get that dear in the headlights look. It work with a 24 hour clock, instead of the 12 hour clock that most in the US are used to. They get that same look when it tell them it is 1700, instead of 5 o'clock.
im the opposite.... Also clock confession: i can tell time BUT it takes me longer to do it when looking at an analog clock.... so rather than risk people thinking im stupid, i just dont look at one (clock on phone and my own personal watch)
Thought so. I wonder what she saw up in those trees. More likely, though, she was simply painting an imaginary scene, which undercuts the notion of "being there now," making it less personal experience and more into creative, if cliched, fiction to prove a point. Making it less mindful, too.
I'm not exactly sure. I was a fan of Dick 'Night Train' Lane of the Detroit Lions football team back in the day. It always seemed to imply power and a little mystery.
Fill my cup! You, know that song has like 20 of the greatest lines ever! Ready to crash and burn, I never learn. I smoke my cigarette with style. I'm a mean machine drinking gasoline and honey you can make my motor hum. I got a dog with dog-sly smile. Wake up late, honey put on your clothes and take your credit card to the liquor store.
I've had a lot of nicknames, most of them from Hispanic kitchen crews I've worked with. The best one by far was "queso malo."
It kind of evolved from friendly trash talking with a bunch of Guatemalan cooks. My Spanish is limited but I can insult with the best of them. With one crew we got into this gag where we'd say "Tu culo huele como (blank)," meaning "Your ass smells like (blank)." For some reason they found queso malo (bad cheese) particularly funny. Probably because only a gringo would say bad cheese instead of just cheese.
My bribe to my fifteen year old son and his best pal (who was half Mexican) was if they both learned to carry on a simple conversation in Spanish by the end of the school year, I'd teach them some words they weren't going to learn in Spanish class. (Alas, I don't know any Irish Gaelic bad language or I'd have taught them that, too.) These kids referred to themselves as the Spick and the Mick. They'd have fought (and probably did) anyone else who referred to them this way, but between the two of them, they thought it was hysterically funny.
I think the first rule of nicknames is you're not permitted to give yourself a nickname. Someone else has to come up with. Got that 'Night Train'
When I was a kid, I thought the guy who played Sloth in The Goonies really looked like that, and I felt bad for him. (this confession brought to you by that travel commercial with The Goonies theme music in it. Excellent use of nostalgia, ad peoples)
I confess that as a kid, I worried about the maternity wards in the local hospitals because I legit thought Labor Day was a worldwide day of birth.
