Go on go on go on go on go on
In art, this fellow: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Kinkade
It’s the only Wiki entry on an artist that I’ve seen with no examples of his work. The nearest is a photo of a photo of Kinkade with one of his paintings.
I’m not being snobbish - it does give me the same vibe as AI generated images touted as art. Nostalgia, colour saturation, cliché, all dialled up to the max. The man died in 2012 but lives on as a brand.
Thank you!! I might try that one day…
I’ve had Zorin on an old laptop for a few years now, it’s pretty good. I’d previously tried Mint and another distro I can’t remember the name of, but I’ve stuck with Zorin. I’ll probably go with it on my PC once I’ve done a backup.
Do you live in Edinburgh by any chance? Because that all sounds familiar…
Our parents used to make ginger beer when I was a kid. There was a “starter”, some kind of yeast? Then a raisin or two in each bottle, and of course ginger. Every now and then you’d hear one of the bottles explode. The surviving bottles were delicious, effervescent and spicy, not too sweet.
Bluey. I’m an adult and don’t have children. It’s my guilty pleasure.
Correct, though I’m old enough to remember using old money, and it was never six and a half, just sixpence ha’penny.
I love all the old coin words: florin (two shillings), half a crown (two and six), thrup’nny bit (3d), farthing (quarter of a penny).
Back in the 1970s some friends and I ate some fly agaric we found in the botanic gardens, because we’d heard it got you high. The other three went on to have a fantastic time, high as kites, in a nightclub. Me? I spent hours on my knees in front of the toilet, vomiting and vomiting and vomiting. Do not recommend.
I’m not talking about rowing machines. I’m out on the water with a crew, hauling on an actual oar. It’s the best thing ever.
It’s not a pipe, it’s a picture of a pipe.
I cut my own hair during lockdown. I did it outdoors, using regular scissors and a mirror. It came out not too bad, from the front anyway. Not sure what the back looked like - it felt ok. That’s shortish hair, I’m sure long hair would be easier.
Rowing and swimming (in a pool, not because the boat capsized). Both are non weight bearing, easy on the joints. Rowing is excellent for your core.
The only datum I can think of is tidal datum, used in shoreline measurements. I’ve seen the plural given as datums though… argh!
While we’re at it, it’s turmeric, not choomarick.
My anthill is myriad. It’s the same as many. “Myriad stars”, not “a myriad of stars”.
No, is the answer. Moving to another ISP when my plan runs out. I’m paying extra for a VoIP line and want to move to WiFi calling.
When I lived in Edinburgh’s Old Town in the 90s I had a couple of young guisers come to the door, not trick or treating, but “a penny for the guy”*. I gave them a pound each, they were thrilled.
*The guy is Guy Fawkes, “remember remember the fifth of November”.
I do a lot of water sports in the UK and we use VHF radios. Certain frequencies are used by marinas and the like, and nearby boats will be tuned into them. Then there is a frequency used for emergency calls - the coastguard listens on that and answers, and will move your call to another frequency for more details, leaving the mayday one open again.
We mainly use VHF for boat-to-boat comms, or boat-to-shore. The local range is decent - a few miles from our base, depending on atmospheric conditions, obstacles etc. I honestly have no idea if you could use VHF radios between cars though. It’s not private for a start - everyone can hear you - and once someone is yammering on the marina frequency no-one else can transmit. So it’s just brief messages with protocols.
My friends and neighbours and I all use a variety of messaging services and apps like Spond to organise get-togethers, sporting events, working bees etc etc. I’m in a ridiculous number of WhatsApp groups, all very active, and I see most people in them irl regularly. Without the internet I don’t know how we’d cope. It’s hard enough herding cats in a group chat, imagine the number of phone calls we’d be making!
Yes, I still want to throw shade.
That’s Piccadilly Circus, in the middle of London. Don’t like it? Hop on one of those buses and go somewhere else. Or use the Underground - there’s a station right there. Direct route to Cockfosters, and the station there is right next to Trent country park. http://trentcountrypark.com/Welcome.html