The top 1% retain an Espousabality Re-capacitator.
Anyone else chance upon one on the side of the road more than once? A head-scratching smile occasion both times.
I grew up in northern Ohio knowing some sub-zero temps, but the coldest I’ve ever felt was Orlando around freezing. Something about a “moist” rather than “dry” cold that went to bone. Never want to feel that again. Just now found this from a weather site:“As the humidity increases in cold air, the clothing we wear to keep warm insulates less.”
Reminds of elder Zosima’s counsel in Brothers Karamazov: Hell is personal torment upon rendering oneself unable to love or accept love. The “Final Judgment” involves no revelation – heaven and hell is what we make of it; it is exactly the same place.
Oh, oh, hang on: The Flying Spaghetti Monster looking upon this scene just said, “Hold my beer.”
Now left to a wonderin’ what Bert retired from. (A relatively high standing court judge?)
As a slump-shouldered spare-tired around the middle loser as drawn, yes. But let’s give him a break as he tries to improve.
Pretty sure Pierre of the North could get a scholarship in a U.S. university looking to press its diversity rating cred.
May this be his first move to act on his New Year’s resolution to enter a multi-step program to good and enlightened citizenship. (Actually, a rather good move at that. )
Listening can’t be as bad as actually having to do them eternally, which would be true perdition.