I can't believe they've been sitting on that project for 18 years!
Well, there were several attempts to get it done. But the great burden of my program is that while what I do is considered valuable, it has very little immediate return, so projects supporting it tend to get ranked low when it comes time to allocating funding. Other stuff is more urgent. But, yeah, 18 years. Kind of like to get it done.
And Kathy, I saw your pictures yesterday: congratulations on all the hard work! Brava!
So, a few weeks ago I bought a new digital watch. I tried to figure out how to set it without reading the manual, but failed. Then I read the manual and I still don't know how to set it. I think they included the wrong manual, as they show a watch like mine that has four buttons, but my watch has no buttons.
This is the watch: Starck ph-1110
So far my google-fu has failed. Might have to call Fossil and/or the store I bought the watch from....
A contest for bad analogies: [link]
The first five winners, printed below, pocket £18 each; the rest get £10.
The state of the bathroom could only bring to mind the surface of a remote planet in which dungheaps and memphitic swamps co-existed with the entire toiletries and fragrances range of Galeries Lafayette.
The accountant had the world-weary air of a ferret that had been up so many trouser legs that life held no more surprises.
How to describe this novel? Picture it as The Aeniad meets Othello meets Moby Dick meets Peter Rabbit meets Mein Kampf meets the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus meets The Highway Code. In that ballpark, anyway.
His morals were as twisted as an expensive Sicilian corkscrew that had been used as a way of extracting the pith from a bad apple before being driven over by an Eddie Stobart truck.
She gazed at him as lovingly as if he were her ear-lobe, replete with a diamond-encrusted earring, as reflected in a Parisian mirror.
She spoke as throatily as if a frog and its family had got into her throat and smoked a few packets of Peter Stuyvesant before growing claws and scratching at the inside of her thorax.
so if a passport is getting back into a country, why did I need to show one when I was trying to enter Canada? Rather, a passport is for trying to enter a country (any country) but not when I leave? It's kind of the same action when I get on a plane though.
Anyway, I hope it is for people who don't have other proof of citizenship, although it still sounds onerous for a travel document. It isn't like a financial commitment is behind the passport.
The accountant had the world-weary air of a ferret that had been up so many trouser legs that life held no more surprises.
Oh, I like that one. I mean, you'd need it in a Douglas Adams context but it could work.
Maybe Tom Robbins, too.
Damn, I love that crazy hippie.
so if a passport is getting back into a country, why did I need to show one when I was trying to enter Canada? Rather, a passport is for trying to enter a country (any country) but not when I leave?
Right. Basically nobody cares who is leaving, but to enter somewhere you need the documentation.
The US confuses the issue a little by having some of their checkpoints located in the foreign airport. So for example you have to show a passport before you board a plane from Montreal to New York. But it's not because the Canadians care who's leaving - it's US Customs.
My general impression regarding the USA/Canada border has been that the Canadian border guards are all "Welcome to our country! Have a pleasant visit!" while the American ones are more "Who the fuck are you and why should we let you in?!?"