Rectum? Damn near killed 'im!

Yeah, that concrete step is the only time I’ve ever been attacked in the street, and I survived!

I fell down concrete steps and rolled into it and came back on my feet relatively unscathed.

I wasn’t paying attention walking along the sidewalk and tripped over a step. I tried to pull my other foot forward to catch myself, and that foot got hung up on the step too.

I ended up doing a forward roll and landed on my feet.

I had been taking karate classes with my kids, but I didn’t know I actually learned anything.

A while later I saw they had put large concrete planters next to the step, so I don’t think I was the only one to trip.

Many years ago I was painting stars on a bedroom ceiling for my oldest’s third birthday. I had been running the ceiling fan in the room for all the other painting to help it dry faster, and it didn’t occur to me that running the fan while I was on a ladder painting stars on the ceiling wasn’t a good idea.

To be fair, I got most of them done before it went bad.

The ceiling fan hit me in the head, and I heard a stadium crowd cheering the home run as I flew off the ladder and landed on my back.

I managed to get a bruise that went around the front of my head. It looked like my skull had flexed.

I decided I had painted enough that day.

https://www.neatorama.com/2019/07/25/When-New-Yorkers-Were-Menaced-By-Banana-Peels/

Alternatives:

Shaking a raised fist

Double middle fingers

Fingers pointing up, thumb touching nose

Right fist thrusting under left hand

It changed my life. I hate it, but I’d be dying without it.

I will wake feeling rested

Depending on your situation, a sleep study and CPAP could help with that.

Whip out the red pen, make corrections, and send it back with points taken off.

I don’t understand why this hasn’t happened already.

My parents paid for me to attend a private university in the late 80’s, for which I’m both extremely fortunate and grateful.

I wanted to do the same for my children, but there was no way. I pay half, my parents pay half, and my kids have very small loans.

I was experiencing significant disappointment that I wasn’t able to pay for my kids’ education the way my parents paid for mine.

At one point I used an inflation calculator to get an idea of how much my education cost in today’s dollars, and it turns out that when it’s corrected for inflation, I’m paying what my parents paid. My kids’ education is more than twice as expensive as mine was if you correct for inflation.

My wife is an eye doctor. She’s an optometrist, not opthalmologist, but she would definitely mock me if I got it wrong ;-)

Again, it’s ophthalmologist

God rest ye merry gentleman is the “ye” example I like to think of.

without it he’d look a hell of a lot worse.

I disagree. He’s old. He’d look old. That’s not worse, it’s just human.

I’ve been to a number of funerals. No one ever looks good. Everyone ends up looking inhuman.

My paternal grandparents were both cremated. Grandfather died first, then my grandmother died a few years later.

They weren’t going to have any kind of service, so there was no need for makeup. However, my parents, siblings and I gathered at the funeral home to say goodbye. The funeral home put the body on a gurney covered by a sheet.

They looked better than any other corpse I’ve seen. They looked dead, but not inhuman.

Trump should fire the mortuary make-up artist he’s been using and just try to be human.

Among the other options mentioned there is also orthokeratology: using a hard lens to reshape the eye to improve vision. It’s a non-surgical alternative to LASIK.

There are also treatment options for some binocular vision problems. Exercises that can strengthen the muscles of the eye to correct alignment issues.

I see that “snitches get stitches” is still in effect in Philly.

I give my mom credit. In the 80’s she found summer classes for me where I could learn about programming.

To this day I’m not sure if she was responding to an interest I expressed, or if she planted the interest in my mind. However, for more than 30 years people have been paying me to stare at computer screens all day.

Thanks, Mom!

This post gives me “people don’t want to work anymore” vibes.

Another way to look at it is, people don’t want to pay people to work anymore. Either the pay is such shit that the employees have no incentive to give a crap, or the employer doesn’t hire enough people to get the work done.