Okay, thanks. It just got me wondering because of the whole “I’m going to take the north route” (where here route rhymes with shout in America). In the UK we pronounce root and route the same way (to rhyme with shoot)
I played keyboards. Arthritis curtailed my performing career, so I went in to music engineering - I actually did rap and hip-hop for a few years - then migrated to audio post production and opened my own studio 20+ years ago. Ida flooded - make that destroyed - my studio in September 2021.
Nuts, both on the account of arthritis and Ida. I had to quit dancing and eventually quit teaching dance due to arthritis. Should I ever have a bunch of excess money laying around loose (not likely), I'll donate it to arthritis research. I hope you'll be happy in your new Texas home. Nothing to worry about there except tornadoes, floods, hail, heat, and the occasional venomous snake, sometimes all on the same day.
Yeah, you know. My hero as a teenager was Keith Emerson; he developed nerve problems in his hands. The ELP 40th Anniversary concert was painful to watch. He committed suicide in 2016. So I would donate to arthritis and mental health organizations. Well, having had various homes flooded by hurricanes and nor'easters four times, I'll at least have a different set of concerns, especially as I will no longer be home owner. Austin is at the lower, fuzzy edge of tornado alley; I checked that out before deciding to relocate here. What I look forward to most is not freezing my cajones off in sub-freezing temperatures for weeks at a time. I HATE being cold!
Driving home from shopping, wife and I were listening to NPR. On "Hidden Brain" they were talking about how prophets of doom are rarely appreciated. The story of Cassandra popped up, with her prediction to Agamemnon that his wife was going to hack him to death with an axe because he came home from the wars unexpectedly and she was having an affair. I looked over at wife, and tossed her one of those softball silly questions, "You wouldn't hack me to death while I'm sleeping, would you?' The expected answer would be a laugh and "no of course not" or something. Instead she looked at me and said, "do you think I'd tell you?" I don't know how well I will sleep tonight.
If she says "yes" she might be joking, or maybe not. If she says "no, of course not" it could also go either way. At least you got an honest answer.
My wife and I have a running joke about it. She likes watching "fornestic" files. It's often about spouses who off each other. The joke is, "Don't do it. You'll get caught."
My wife says, "I'm a nurse and I know where to stick the needle where they won't find the puncture, which drugs are untraceable, which mirror cardiac arrest in a postmortem, and how to procure them discrerely."
I was beginning to wonder if I’d entered some kind of weird parallel universe this morning! Getting the same buses every day means you get to know exactly which ‘characters’ will be getting on and at which stops; Mrs Coughs Alot, Mrs Smiles Alot, Mr Smells Alot.... But today, not a single one of the regulars were present! In fact the second bus was completely empty, which is never the case. If one is missing you put it down to them having a day off / late / ill, but for none of them to be present was weird. So then I’m checking my phone calendar to make sure I haven’t done something really stupid like go to work on a Sunday or bank holiday. I got even more freaked out when I arrived on site and phoned my line manager to check in... it went straight to answer phone which I know means he’s not in. So then I have to call my Chargehand, he answers but explains that he’s not in either! I’m sure he was delighted getting a call at 07:30 but how was I to know? It’s gonna be one of those days!
That happened to me once when I forgot to set my clocks back. It was the 90s when clocks didn't do it for you. I hopped on the shuttle bus to the casino and didn't recognize anyone on it. At least I was an hour early and not an hour late.
I’m not saying either of you are wrong, but neither of those terms are what I’m looking for. It’s always the same, when you’re not searching for answers they’re right there in front of you, but the moment you do start looking they’re nowhere to be found.
Oh, god, I've failed you. (Goes off to drown her despair in orange juice, or maybe something not quite so sticky.)
When I was a kid back in the 1960s/70s my doctor was Dr. Diamond, my dentist was Dr. Silverman, and my orthodontist was Dr. Goldman. Diamond and silver and gold.... OH MY!!!
I had a dentist named Dr. Dumsdorf. No matter how you pronouce it it doesn't sound good—Doomsdorf or Dumbsdorf. But he was an execellent dentist.
Here’s an irony for you… Come June this year Ohio moves to what they call ‘constitutional carry,’ meaning if you are legally eligible to purchase and be in possession of a hand gun, you will be legally able to carry that hand gun concealed without any proof of training or a permit. The state has also announced for this summer the DNR will be cracking down on people fishing without a license.
I was stationed in Texas in the early 90s and they had something like that with a couple caveats. First, concealed carry was illegal under the theory that an honest person shouldn't have to hide the fact that they are packing heat. Second, the gun had to be fully loaded. This was to prevent people trying to end-run a defense by saying "Yeah, I threatened him with a gun, but it wasn't loaded." Instant violation of carry laws. As a result, when I headed down to the gun shop on the morning of my 21st birthday with what remained of my paycheck for the month (lance corporal money management skills) I had enough for the used 1911 and either a case -or- a box of ammo. I could load it and stick it in my belt or buy a case and carry it back to the base cased, and Texas law didn't apply beyond the gate.
