I USED to know a dozen or so languages, back when I had a memory worth something. (like 40 years ago) Now, I am lucky I can even remember what some of them were called.
Which is legal now, I have heard.
I just love this whole strip. The story lines (when there is one), the jokes, the art work, the comments, the dialog between commentors and artists. It just makes the experience wonderful. This is by far my most favorite comic. That’s why I save it for last.
I thought for a minute it was Working Haze.
I have a “trucker’s” tan on my left arm and my right arm is significantly whiter than my left, but still has a bit of a tan up to the shirt sleeve line. :o) My left arm also has a wrist watch shaped white patch. The rest of me is “glow-in-the-dark” white.
When people ask me where I work, I ask how far up the acronym list do you want me to start? :o) I only have 5 levels, so it’s not as bad as some.
My mom planted a packet of seeds one year. She learned her lesson. Next year she planted a few seeds. Not all of them. She made pickles (both gherkin-size and sliced sandwich-type), she put them thru a food processor to pulverize them and froze them for using as the liquid in making bread. She made a tomato, zucchini, garlic, onion stew(?) and froze it so we could have all winter long (was delicious and tasted fresh in the middle of winter). She found all kinds of ways to use zucchini that were wonderful! And disguised the taste of the zucchini!
They are also called courgette outside the USA.
Hail Mr. Pratchett!
All of my area schools, I believe had a fallout shelter. But then we were within 7 miles of Wash. D.C. At least I know my elementary, junior high and high schools did.