My first house was in a town where the hall of records burned down in 1920. Which means that no one still around knows when anything older was actually built, butofficially everything older was built in 1920.
My first house was in a town where the hall of records burned down in 1920. Which means that no one still around knows when anything older was actually built, butofficially everything older was built in 1920.
That guy doesn’t look like the dinosaur guy. Not yet, anyway.
I was going to mention DOS, but I looked it up in the hopes of not sounding like an idiot and it turns out the history is more complicated than I knew.
It doesn’t warrant warrantilessness?
I was refraining from posting this, so I’m very glad someone else did. Back when we were masked up, I always appreciated the Maryland flag masks the most and made sure to compliment their wearers.
I agree with you … But the contention mentioned above is mostly just a joke between us now. The good news is that I plan to be with her the rest of my life and die before she does, so how long we’ve been together is less of a concern to me than how long we will be!
That’s similar to what I was considering saying - my wife and I disagree whether we met when I was 22 or 23 and all the services we used to talk back then (IRC server, Skype, AIM) are gone, so there are no easily accessible records.
That said, I’m about to turn 38, so also fifteenish years is how long I’ve known her. We got married about seven years after that.
My wife also made a spreadsheet detailing her symptoms before her assessment (which was with a GP, not a mental health professional). Apparently the mere existence of the document was sufficient to earn her a diagnosis.
Apparently they’re closed now, but Artscow used to offer to print any image you provided on a shower curtain for you. I’m sure other alternatives exist these days.
That sounds awful. I’m sorry it happened to you.
I am not familiar with that. Like I said, my shoulder has been stable for a decent amount of time, but if it starts to become a problem again I’ll look into this.
I’m sorry you hurt your shoulder like that, but thank you for lending me your knowledge from the experience!
According to an erstwhile doctor, the more times you do it, the more likely you are to do it again.
I actually had rotator cuff surgery to try to stop it from happening, but the surgeon said it was “like trying to nail Jello to a tree.”
Though it did happen a few times after that surgery, it’s been a long time since the shoulder dislocated, a trend I’m hoping to continue! Instead, I’m all about a broken ankle these days.
I’ve dislocated my shoulder fourteen times, mostly in an innovative way each time.
Once, a friend invited me to play catch with a group. I came along for the socialization, but warned that if I threw anything that I would dislocate my shoulder and have to go to the hospital. He scoffed and said it wouldn’t happen. Somehow he convinced me it wouldn’t, so I threw the ball once, then immediately had to go to the hospital, as I had dislocated my shoulder.
Another time, my dad had to take me to the hospital, as I had been laying in bed and attempted to turn over, dislocating my shoulder.
It wasn’t as bad as some - no one was offended AFAIK - but recently a friend’s wife asked if I was close with my in-laws. I had recently moved geographically much closer to them, so I described the distance between us, about four miles.
I didn’t even realize I had misunderstood until her husband clarified later in the conversation.
That’s how I would have interpreted it, as well, but I’ve seen it used in situations where that didn’t seem fitting so I asked.
My co-workers tell me it’s either “that’s interesting,” i.e. it drew their attention; or just that they’re looking at something. For example, if I provide a link to a ticket, they’re indicating that they received the link and have clicked or will click it to look at it.
I have also seen one person use it like the Michael Jackson eating popcorn gif when using a messenger that did not support embedded images.
When I was a kid I broke my arm. I thought I was a poet at the time and wrote a poem about the breakage, entitled “it’s shaped wrong.” My mom submitted it … Somewhere? … And it got accepted into a poetry book. She bought the book for, iirc, $50.
I’ve always felt vaguely ashamed about it. Even if I thought it was good at the time (it wasn’t), it was a four line poem, not nearly worth $50.
It would be kind of funny if it was the same company.