I mean, that or the crushing awareness that all you've ever done or ever will do is meaningless and will be forgotten in a few generations at most. In all likelihood, the farthest your memory will travel will be as a nameless photo your great grandchildren will see in some brittle, yellowing photo album and promptly forget about. We are nothing more than a single grain of sand in the sandcastle that is human civilization waiting for time's tide to wash us into a sea of entropy, leaving nothing of us for anything to find even if anything existed or cared to look. So, I mean like 3 things tops.
The Wizard of Oz doesn't begin in black and white before switching to glorious Technicolor 20 minutes in. In begins in Sepia.
The last recorded aerial combat between propeller driven aircraft occurred in 1969 during the Football War, between a P51 Mustang of the Salvadorian Air Force and a F4U Corsair of the Honduran Air Force.
This relates to the phenomenon of "love at first sight". When you meet the eyes of a face you find pleasing, your facial muscles involuntarily react, and you pupils dilate. The other person reacts to the ques in a similar manner. If you are aesthetically pleasing to them as well, they react in a similar manner. When this happens between two people nearly simultaneously, it can be kind of like Jimi Hendrix shoving is Stratocaster in front of a 1000W amplifier speaker. What makes someone's personality seem positive? A smile. When I was about twenty five, I ran into a girl I had known slightly in high school. She was a short, fluffy redhead who I found a little attractive, but not overly so since I remembered he being somewhat moody. I tapped her on the shoulder and said "aren't you _____?" She turned, looked startled, then that whole Hendrex Experience happened. We dated, and it was incredibly passionate at first. Good thing I didn't marry her (it could have happened). She was very right wing, and I suspect now a Trumpie, and I am a radical Pinko. Scary thing is, back in the eighties this did not stop people. This was during the Reagan years when the Big Split was just taking off. We would have divorced by '95 at the latest, I'm sure. Probably over her wanting to raise the kids fundamentalist, and keep them away from my godlessness.
The Iran-Iraq war of the 1980s has the only recorded instance of helicopter vs helicopter air-to-air combat.
A Rhodesian KCar (allouette III) destroyed another helicopter just taking off from a base they were attacking in mozambique during the last days of the Rhodesian war (according to Peter Macalese in his autobiography 'no mean soldier') The destroyed helicopter was eastern bloc in nature (PM says it was an MI-8 hip but then says this was never confirmed in the footnotes) and had no markings but appeared to be assisting the guerrillas ... which would probably make it Russian, East German, or Chinese, although none of them ever admitted it.
For your dining pleasure, courtesy the blog Book of Days Tales, "Here’s a pretty wild salad from John Murrell’s Second Booke of Cookery and Carving (1638): "To Make a Grand Sallet "Take the buds of al kind of good Hearbes and a handfull of French Capers, seven or eight Dates cut in long slices, a handfull of Raisins of the Sun, the stones being pickt out, a handfull of Almonds blancht, a handfull of Curans, five or six Figs sliced, a preserued orenge cut in slices; mingle al these together with a handfull of Sugar, then take faire Dish fit for a shoulder of Mutton, set a standard of paste in the midst of it, put your aforesaid sallet about this standard, set upon your salett foure half Lemmons, with the flat ends downward, right over against one another half ways betwixt your standard and the dishes side, prick in every one of these Lemmons a branch of Rosemary and hang upon the Rosemary preserued cherries, or cherries fresh from the tree; set foure halfe Egges being roasted hart, between your Lemons, the flat end downward, prick upon your Egges sliced Dates and Almonds: then you may lay another garnish betweene the brim of the Dish and the Sallet of quarters of hard Egges and round slices of Lemmons: then you may garnish up the brim of the Dish with a preserued Orenge in long slices and betwixt every slice of orange a little heap of French Capers." I should make this sometime just to watch my dinner guests fall over laughing as hard as I did, just reading about it.
I've always known the first shark they catch in Jaws (thinking it's the man-eater) was a real shark, but the details of this are that it was a shark killed in Florida because the sharks in Martha's Vineyard were not big enough. So, they killed a shark for the sole purpose of shooting this scene. I find that deplorable.
I am glad I don't write YA, or YA Romance. They seem to be the most often ranted about in reviews on youtube by young women. So if you happen to write in either the genre or subgenre, you might be interested in what these ladies are saying to give you an idea of what to avoid in your own works.
Not sure this is useless, strictly speaking, but when testing the wine in a restaurant you should do so on the nose only, not the palette, as you're merely checking the wine isn't corked.
Siri doesn't understand my accent. Four times I asked her, "Hey, Siri. What is cork?" and each time her reply was, "There's no need for that." presumably because she thought I was saying 'Cock'.
But you were saying "cock." You were just saying it with an accent that made it sound like "cork" to you.
It's a little known fact that vegetarians aren't allowed to have any pudding because they didn't eat their meat. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?
Now go ask Siri for suggestions on where best to hide a dead body. (but keep in mind all those questions get reported back to apple)
I turn all those assholes off. Siri, Alexa, Bixby... last thing my sanity needs is for me to start having conversations with mobile devices.