Me, I’m 72. I didn’t expect to make it past 30; dying young was all the rage back then and I did a lot of drugs. But somehow here I am, knitting, sipping tea and browsing Lemmy.
And the rest! Human mummies were ground up and used for a paint called "mummy brown". Artists only stopped using it because the supply of mummies dried up (lol).
This is correct. I'm old, and when I was a girl every home had soup spoons - along with teaspoons, dessert spoons and tablespoons. They appear to have died out, who knows why*. Some of my friends have heritage sets, I don't. I eat my soup with a dessert spoon, like an ignorant youth.
** On reflection, maybe it's a measuring thing? Baking recipes use teaspoons and tablespoons, but never soup spoons.
A BMI calculator will just use height and weight - if you have a lot of muscle bulk you'll get a higher BMI result even if you're lean. Conversely, some people are "thin on the outside, fat on the inside", ie they carry a lot of visceral fat around their organs. So while BMI can be useful, it's not perfect.
I've organised to have my body donated to a medical school for dissection. It was quite complicated, lots of forms to be filled in and witnessed. My executor has to phone the university when I die & they send a van to collect me. They won't accept my body if I've died of something communicable, or it was eg some accident that left me too mangled. When they're done with me I'll be cremated and my name goes up on a plaque in a special garden.
Many also treat the tourist as a tourist attraction lol
Ha ha yes, a friend visiting China was handed a baby by its mother, who proceeded to take a photo. Then took the baby back and walked away, without a please or thank you.
UK; £10pm, SIM only, no contract, 20Gb data, unlimited calls/texts, some roaming included, not sure how much. They keep emailing me to say I should move to a £8pm plan because I never use all my data, but that's only 5Gb data and I don't want to run out in an emergency.
If you have your phone with you, try and get a photo of him. It sucks that you had to cut short your workout. It may be that what you experienced as "staring", he thought of as "looking" - men can be oblivious to how they are perceived - but that's no excuse.
I remember this one guy telling a bunch of us how he'd "helped" a woman late one night, by walking behind her on a deserted street, "to see that no harm came to her". Boy did we lay into him. In the end he understood that a) he had actually stalked this poor woman and b) next time he should cross the road so she had one less thing to worry about. What a dipshit.
Old lady here. When you're young (teens, twenties), your body can bounce back from all kinds of abuse - eg heavy drinking, extreme sports. As you age, bouncing back is harder, permanent damage can result. Drinking heavily can kill your liver. Extreme sports can kill your joints. Your fifties is when you need to take stock of your general health and do stuff to support it. Like, not furring up/hardening your arteries with bad habits. Exercising so your muscles can support your joints, all that stuff. It's not a time to take up smoking! Soon enough you'll be in your seventies like me, and still striding about enjoying life thanks to the prep you did earlier.
Having said all that, the only area I can think of where I've "let go" is clothing. I dress purely for comfort these days, fuck fashion.
The more you drill down into UK history the messier it becomes. Scotland's history alone is crazy. My favourite yarn is the Darien scheme, which pretty much wrecked the country's economy in the late 1690s. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darien_scheme
Oh, and if you think corporations are out of control today, check out the East India Company. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_India_Company Their trading shenanigans brought on the Opium Wars and the American Revolution.
Throw yourself into sport is my advice. NZ is a sporty country, your school will have plenty on offer I’m sure. Maybe pick one you don’t know, eg cricket, and push yourself to learn it. Wear yourself out every day training and playing, competing. Friendships will follow.
Sort of like the “Hollywood suitcase”, which appears to be just about big enough for some underwear and a hairbrush, when I’m lugging clean clothes, toiletries, shoes, pyjamas, all for a weekend away.
Exactly my feelings. Yes, you can quickly blitz veges in a microwave, but it's just as easy to pop in a plastic pack of lasagne. And from-scratch meals taste so much better.
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Me, I’m 72. I didn’t expect to make it past 30; dying young was all the rage back then and I did a lot of drugs. But somehow here I am, knitting, sipping tea and browsing Lemmy.