I feel like every Australian holiday that popped up while I was on my last ship was a MUCH bigger deal because if we didn't go all out, the Aussies freaked out that the American ship wasn't catering to its passengers enough.
I know that's true, because an English friend (who is married to an American) was just bitching on his travelog about how there was a special "Dutch pancake" breakfast for the Americans on their ship. He was all "why just the Americans? Why not the 'non Dutch' people?"
I don't understand, Vortex. Surely anyone could order the Dutch breakfast, right? I must be missing something.
Burrell, glad I'm not the only one. ETA between that and Gar's definition of bad beer I feel like I'm losing my ability to comprehend language.
I know this house is crazy falling down, but does it come with a little baby house? Or possibly 2?
It looks like two baby houses. That may be where the "multifamily" comes in. I have no idea what's happening under that brown siding.
Kind of terrifying thing that happened near my house today:
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Holy mackeral! That is scary.
Man, the purple area (aka, hazardous air quality?) is right where we're headed.
The winds are shifting a bit. I hope they clear out the smoke in the area you're going to, soon.
The Monty Hall problem doesn't make any intuitive sense to me, except that you have to include the idea that Monty knows where the car is. It's sort of like when you listen to Wait Wait Don't Tell Me, and Peter Segal asks, "Is that your final answer?" and you know that he's hinting the caller to change to something else.
ION, we just had a retirement party for my snarky coworker (gonna miss him!) and the HR person came, and she said they would probably be posting the announcement for my position next week. OMG FINALLY. It's only been 2.5 years. Sheesh.
NOLA heat has not been very humid at all this summer (much to my chagrin).
Also, Bill Bryson hiked the Appalachians kind of alone- well, he had that crazy dude with him for part of it.