Hubby's first guess on English was Singapore. His native language was guessed to be Vietnamese. That algorithm needs a lot of input. (His first language is probably German, and he's lived on military bases around the world.)
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I hope Oz is okay now, msbelle.
I got Singapore also. I'm sure I skewed some metric in that Farsi was one of my first languages.
Someone just slammed his car into the ditch at the corner of my property. Big bang. I stepped out on the porch and heard him talking loudly, presumably on a phone, and he walked away when he couldn't back the car out. Now there are two cop cars out there, trying to find him. I guess that means the license plate isn't registered to the person who was driving it. He must have been drunk or asleep or something to head directly at the row of trees instead of going straight. Or turning, but no one lives in the direction of the turn except my neighbor. I'm pretty sure he's okay, since he walked away, and I'm glad he wasn't badly hurt, but I'm also glad he wasn't going fast enough to jump the embankment and damage my trees. I wonder if I'll ever find out how this resolves.
How strange Zen.
Breakthrough pain bites. Woke me up a few times tonight and I've now given up on sleep. The bit of reading I've been doing about TN is scaring the crap out of me. Medications being minimally effective, ER visits to rival ita's experiences, and life long pain.
Bless. So to distract myself I'm watching Breaking Bad (never seen it before). Light early morning entertainment.
I took the English quiz. It suggested my first language was US English, with possible seconds being Norwegian and Swedish, so it was pretty accurate for me. One of my parents grew up in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, and the Yooper dialect, as they call it, is heavily influenced by Norwegian and Finnish.
I'm so sorry about the pain, SuziQ.
5am work this morning. Turns out didn't need to be in until 6, I misread a start time. Bleargh.
Oh honey, you need a new job. With sane hours.
So if I barely eat for 2 days, I lose 5 lbs. I don't recommend this: my skin is pissed, my joints hurt and my digestive tract can't figure out what the hell it is supposed to do. Didn't help that what I did consume (sudafed and mucinex) already plays havoc with all of the above.
And now I've got post-nasal-drip, which is really annoying. Hell, I'M really annoying. This is why I shouldn't be sick.
Breaking Bad - made it into season 2 before Netflix started acting up, so taking a break.
Sleep - what the heck is that. So sleep deprived.
Pain - unrelenting. How can I have two days of the most minimal pain I've had in a while and then I'm back to unbearable again. Doctor's office is open today, so I'll be calling to see what else I can do.
Sara - I hope you feel better soon. Msbelle - I hope today's work flies by.
Timelies all!
Nothing much going on here, which is just fine with me.