Just because American doesn't mean Amerishould.
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Just because American doesn't mean Amerishould.
what must have been going through the mind of the first guardian to die and get respawned
and the first person to see that shit happen live
I love how when you stand in the gild of the evening sun you can feel the light getting cooler and cooler until all the heat is gone and the only thing left is this pure mellow lingering golden glow.
I can’t fake anything with people and it disturbs me at times that others can. Listening to this person go, without missing a beat, from laughing and cheerful with her colleagues on the phone to dull and hateful towards her own friends sitting in front of her is appalling. It highlights that meanness is usually a choice.
The old Chronicles of the Anglo-Saxons were some of them kept up through and after the Norman conquest, one, dating back to Alfred (871) lasted until the reign of Henry II (1154).
In this longest-lasting Chronicle (the Peterborough Chronicle), you can watch in real time Old English begin to transform into Middle English. Incredible.
Imagine if the Chronicles had been kept up since then. A compendium, one and a half thousand years of English in a single source, exhibiting the living transformation of a language. A treasure beyond price.
That Starmer is the living personification of the banality of evil is perfectly obvious, but what is truly troubling about him is that he’s so completely a product of the establishment in Britain. What does it say about that establishment, that its rising star and exemplar is not only a cartoon villain, but one doing very real damage to the nation?
Incongruent judgements. I mentioned that the tablespoon measures I use belonged to my great-grandmother (making them close to 150 years old), just because, to my mind, that's really cool and special. But now my landlady scornfully refers to them as my "fancy tablespoons"... I crack eggs one handed, and whenever I bake with people, it always gets a comment. "Oh! Showing off, are we? Well, don't get any shell in the batter!" ... I only know how to crack eggs with one hand; it's how I taught myself, and with my enormous hands, it's by far the easier way.
I fear he's in the habit of mistaking obscurity for profundity, manner for substance, and the exotic for the interesting.