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Well, it’s not supposed to burst into flames upon hitting a tree, for a start.
Well, it’s not supposed to burst into flames upon hitting a tree, for a start.
He shopped out his lips.
They struggle to make ends meet during periods of economic downturn because 1) they are “wealthy”, but not “filthy fuckin’ rich”, and 2) they live almost beyond their means and…when they have to “cut” back…it involves downsizing the Beamer 7 Series to a Volvo S90 and spending two weeks in Hawaii on vacation instead of a month in Europe.
For most of the working class who are well off enough to be able to afford a roof and know where our next meal is coming from, they are one bad month away from couch surfing.
To the “wealthy” in this scenario, I say to you tighten up those bootstraps…quit eating avocado toast and all that.
To the “filthy fuckin’ rich”, I say this: Guillotines exist for a reason.
This is the only reason I still teach teenagers after 17 years, and I will not expound further.
And you simply must begin and end every sentence with uWu, obviously.
I only date women who do exactly what they want to do and not what society says they should do. As it happens, they generally don’t wear makeup every day.
“Oh…no, no, no honey, the steel foil hat doesn’t go with that outfit, try the gold one.”
Photogenic: Looks good in photographs; attractive
Memory: A construct of one’s mind that allows them to recall information
a photogenic memory = a beautiful mind.
It is humorous because the assumption is that I mean to say “photographic memory”. One with a photographic memory can recall visual information to which they’ve been exposed with great accuracy.
But when I tell this joke to friends or colleagues, I say “No no, a photogenic memory…I have a beautiful mind”. There was a film with actor Russell Crowe called A Beautiful Mind in which he plays a brilliant professor who we discover late in the film has schizophrenia which has caused him no small amount of embarrassment and challenges in his life. According to diagnostic testing I had done, I have a high intelligence quotient along with autism, and it, too, has caused me embarrassment and challenges in my life.
So when I say I have a “beautiful mind”, people remember that film and it occurs to them that I am saying I am intelligent (something friends and colleagues already know about me) but that my autism (something they also know about me) makes me a little weird and is a burden to me sometimes. It’s just a bit of self-deprecating humor.
I might end up studying to get a math/physics endorsement when I start teaching in Oregon next year. The district I’ll be teaching for has in their collective bargaining agreement that each teacher can request funds for certification exams, and they offer $1000 each year for postgraduate work, so why not? No district I’ve taught for in Texas offers anything like that.
I have been trying since January to get a teaching job in Portland (I live in Dallas) for the next academic year, and this week I was offered positions by two different school districts. This weekend, I have been working out which job to go with, I think I’mma go with the one that pays a little more, might be able to offer funds to offset relocation costs, and has less trafficky access to downtown and Vancouver (I have friends in North Portland and Vancouver.
So yeah…got that figured out; tomorrow I’ll be looking for an apartment, taking my kids to Terry Black’s for some world-class barbecue before Texas is forever in my rear-view mirror, doing some packing, and playing some THPS 1+2.
That’s a rock solid way to endanger your financial livelihood. I’d take a hard pass on that idea, my human.
I’m autistic and flub things up like that sometimes. I tell people that I have a photogenic memory. They’ll often ask, “Don’t you mean a photographic memory?” to which I reply “No, a photogenic memory. Yeah, I have a beautiful mind.”
I have a core memory of getting into my mom’s car on a rare day (which happened to be my birthday) that she picked me up instead of me taking the bus home. Sitting there on the passenger seat was a copy of Nintendo Power Issue #11 that my mom had grabbed out of the mailbox (she had just signed me and my brother up for a subscription, and this was the first issue to arrive). I didn’t have Super Mario Bros. 3 and wouldn’t get it for another year maybe, but to be able to read all about this game was just so thrilling for my 13-year-old self.
Yeah, that’s not a great plot; one might even go as far as to say that it’s so bad.
‘Grandmother of Juneteenth’ handed keys to new Texas home 85 years after racist mob burned it down
This implies that 85 years ago a racist mob burned down the new Texas home that she was just handed the keys to, which makes no sense.
A better way to word it would be “‘Grandmother of Juneteenth’ handed keys to new Texas home 85 years after racist mob burned her childhood house down”. I get that it’s at the same site, but the home she’s moving into isn’t the same one that was burned down.
Whether it’s obvious or not has no bearing on the fact that it’s an awkwardly-worded title.
What an awkwardly-worded title.
new Texas home…after racist mob burned it down
Burned what down? New house?
I live in Texas. ~cries in Oncor~
I will never downvote a non-downvoter of upvotes, fellow fellow.
Awesome. They specifically mentioned what it would be in European units for their understanding. They weren’t talking to you directly.