I remembered a story about the world's oldest Twinkie. Found it. At 40, the world's oldest Twinkie still looks kind of edible
Thinking about old members of the forum. How's Cogito doing these days? I'm friends with Lemex outside this forum, but, I dunno, was just thinking about them.
Cogito passed away some time ago... we didn't say anything at the time because he wasn't universally loved and we didn't want his kids seeing a memorial thread go sour
Just thought i'd post something random: At the end of the day, im leaving the library and i go back to my car. its parked beside another Civic. I say to its owner: looks like its a tale of two Civics (Help me. Im too young to be making Dad Jokes... And also not a dad )
Babies have surprisingly strong grip strength. Hence the need to bolt down tall furniture. Something i dont understand, as they've been floating around in goo for the better part of 9months only to come out ready to free climb a mountain but without muscle enough to hold their heads upright
That does sometimes happen, though they’re pretty practiced about closing up for storms. I was referring to the 80s, back in the Crockett-and-Tubbs-Miami-Vice days, when they were bringing these monkeys in from Puerto Rico. It was almost as bad as the coke smuggling. It doesn’t take long to realize a wild born monkey doesn’t make an ideal indoor house pet, and it’s not like they could just send their monkey back via parcel post. So, off to the ‘glades. The monkeys did well because of how similar the Everglades is to the environment they came from. It was the same deal with iguanas and snakes when they got too big to keep, along with other species someone thought would make a cool pet.
My daughter didn't walk until she was about 15 months old, but I found her sitting in the bathroom sink several months earlier. She couldn't walk, but by george, she could climb.
I do. It's mostly because I just don't have the time these days. Work and writing not-quite professionally eats up so much of the day, haha.
Oh yes that's right - I forgot about the palmar grasp reflex. The death grip of newborns is a leftover of our evolution, dating back to when our baby primate ancestors had to hold on to mommy's fur. But I think the reflex disappears by the time the baby is about a year old?
His family reached out to us via his account. The forum was always a big part of his life and they thought it was appropriate to relay his passing. They also said they might log in from time to time but that hasn't happened yet. Should it happen, though, it is not Cogito resurrected.
Doing some research on US holidays for a lesson I fell down a rabbit-hole and learned the etymology of some of the nastier words in the English language. Can't print them here, but I found some odd surprises. Spoiler Sorry to be cryptic, but they're the sort of vocabulary that should really die out.
Poison (the band) is kind of underrated, I realized. Bret Michaels is a really good singer and CC Deville isn't a bad guitarist, as far as hair metal guitar goes. He stays in his lane and writes concise polite solos. None of the offensive squeals and taps like, say, Mick Mars of Motley Crue. Not to be confused with the cool squeals and taps like when Eddie does it. Most of those guys know what cool looks like but not how to do it. CC seems to have made peace with that, which I appreciate.
Back in the 1980s and 1990s, my husband was a stage hand and light tech at the local events center. He saw dozens of shows from his vantage point running a spotlight from somewhere near the ceiling. Poison was one of them, but I will have to ask what he thought of the performance since I don't remember. He's a musician whose musical appreciation is much wider than that of most folks. I do recall that the staff tee shirt for the show was on the obscene side. He gave it to a teen-aged neighbor who was a dedicated Poison fan. She thought she'd landed in heaven. Her parents allowed her to wear it for pajamas.
I just came back from visiting my 98-year-old mother, who is in a long-term hospice setting. As the day wore on it became more and more obvious that her short-term memory is fading, though she is still strongly oriented in the present. After one conversation that kind of meandered as she sort of slipped from clarity to confusion and back again, she looked at me and said, "Ten or twenty years from now we'll look back at this and laugh." I wasn't sure whether to laugh at the apparent absurdity of the statement or cry as I was reminded of her confused and fading status, or to be spooked at the suggestion of what my future or the afterlife might hold. We both know she won't be around in this world by then, but I have been taking it for granted that I likely will.
Clint Eastwood was born May 31, 1930, and weighed 11 pounds 6 ounces at birth. The nurses nicknamed him "Samson."
