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“... I do not think it means what you think it means.” That and “amazing” have become “annoying.”“Awesome.”
It’s yet another losing battle, but I’m confident I won’t live long enough not to be annoyed by “awesome” used to characterize any minimally successful human effort.
“... I do not think it means what you think it means.” That and “amazing” have become “annoying.”
In my experience, most of the time those people wait until they've been prattling on for those ten minutes before they utter "...long story, short...", and I almost always butt in saying, "Too late."Long story, short. Then they don't shut up for the best part of ten minutes.
I can't get over that fact that Measles is making a comeback, among other diseases.
You have a point, so many these days simply believe everything at face value, and they are convinced that Wiki is the gospel truth. Advances in medicine and much, much better sanitation has improved the lives of millions of us.
But what you say is so valid. When I had my hip replacement a year ago, my surgeon went to great pains to explain that the surgery is a brutal one and not to dismiss it just because the operation has become common practice. He even told me that half a percent, that's one in two hundred, die on the operating table. Yet friends and acquaintances all seem to think that it was no more serious than having a tooth out. Seriously!
The image that conjures up. She's laying face down on the examination table. A tube is sticking out of her rectum, on top of, and fixed to the tube, is a funnel. A nurse pours coffee in. The lady screams and goes running up the ward, she runs back again. The startled nurse asks: "Was it too hot?" "No," she replies, "there was no sugar in it."I have a friend who entrusts her healthcare to outright quacks. It is fortunate that she is still relatively young and outwardly healthy, although judging from her accounts of her physical condition (perhaps her favorite topic of conversation) a person might think she is suffering from afflictions both chronic and acute brought on by “toxins” that must be eliminated through a strict organic vegan diet and (get this) coffee enemas.
The image that conjures up. She's laying face down on the examination table. A tube is sticking out of her rectum, on top of, and fixed to the tube, is a funnel. A nurse pours coffee in. The lady screams and goes running up the ward, she runs back again. The startled nurse asks: "Was it too hot?" "No," she replies, "there was no sugar in it."
Very first thing I did the next morning was change all the SMOKING PROHIBITED BY LAW signs backstage and in the bathrooms to SMOKING AND VAPING PROHIBITED BY LAW signs. I ask you.
At least in the UK, supermarkets have the decency to put price-per-weight on shelf labels. They (and their suppliers) still employ the full range of sneaky tricks, but there are some metrics they can't lie about!
“Mid-century mod” is hotter now than it was 50 and 60 years ago. It has been for a decade or more. Maybe it has cooled a bit, but just a bit. And maybe it hasn’t. The major overseas manufacturers and stateside retailers are still moving mid-century “inspired” stuff by the mega-freighterful, to coin a term.
We’ve discussed this matter at some length already. “Real” antiques, the centuries-old stuff, what these days is called “brown furniture” in the trade, has been in the doldrums for at least 10 years. But “vintage” items — furniture, dinnerware, etc. — dating from the 1950s through the mid-70s or so, is fetching prices that would have my grandfather shaking his head.
We have also thoroughly chewed over the reasons for this phenomenon. But it remains an interesting one, and always worth another look.
A few years back at a vintage car show I chatted with a fellow 20 years my senior, more or less. The oldtimer was displaying his Ford Model A convertible, which he had built to resemble the type of hotrod seen in the early 1950s, when Model A Fords were themselves only 20-some years old. Had he not told me, I wouldn’t have known that all the body sheet metal was of recent manufacture. The FoMoCo flathead V8 was out of an early ‘50s Mercury, he told me. Stamped steel wheels were painted red and had true hubcaps (as contrasted with wheel covers), as was the fashion back when he was a young man.
Price per kilo is so much more civilized.
I find it really annoying how the commercial interruptions become longer as we get closer to the ending of the show. Amazon, Netflix, HBO, and Hulu have spoiled us.
You just described me & M*A*S*H to a T.
You have a point, so many these days simply believe everything at face value, and they are convinced that Wiki is the gospel truth.
Back in the days of printed media, crackpot ideas were less likely to find large scale distribution. The internet is the ultimate “vanity press”.
Back in the days of printed media, crackpot ideas were less likely to find large scale distribution. The internet is the ultimate “vanity press”.
Exactly. I collect fringe/extremist publications from the Era, and it's interesting how many of the modern viral/conspiracy ideas turn up in these pamphlets -- especially in those published by outlying religious groups, who were pretty much the only sorts of organizations with the resources to distribute this stuff. Anti-vaccination theories, the idea that aluminum cookware is part of a communist mind-control plot, the idea of hoarding silver as "the Gentile metal," all this kind of stuff was being put out in raggedy booklets by the likes of Coughlin, Winrod, Smith, and others of their ilk. Today they'd have millions of followers on Gab.
The flipside, of course, is that the internet makes vetting and debunking of the crackpot theories a lot easier for the average Joe / Jane.
One of my favorite wingnut claims is that refrigerated freight cars with the marking, "ARMN" means that it's a car owned by the US Army for transporting corpses during the impending zombie apocalypse. It's actually a corporate marking for the American Refrigerator Transit Company: a railroad entity originally owned by the Wabash and Missouri Pacific railroads (since about the turn of the 20th Century) and now- via merger and acquisition- part of the Union Pacific. No "army" connection whatsoever.