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Mr and Mrs Smith and EA FC 24. I think Donald Glover probably would make a pretty decent central midfielder, now that I think about it.
Mr and Mrs Smith and EA FC 24. I think Donald Glover probably would make a pretty decent central midfielder, now that I think about it.
US. In my dialect, all three are different.
Middle school: 6-8
Intermediate school: 7-8
Jr High: 7-9
I attended an intermediate school that called itself a jr high, so I can understand the confusion.
It does soften language that could otherwise be mistaken for harshness tho
Growing up, I was Mormon (though I no longer am), and I served my mission in Russia. I was serving in a little town outside Moscow called Lobyna (meaning “the place of the skull”), and it was mid-winter and my companion (that’s what the other missionary in a pair is called) and I were sign-boarding, handing out free Books of Mormon. I noticed that there was a man who had walked by our station a couple of times, dressed kinda bedraggled – I noticed him because he wasn’t wearing any shoes – who seemed interested in talking but shy about starting a conversation. I offered him a copy of the book, and struck up a reasonably pleasant conversation that resulted in my inviting him to take the discussions by meeting with us in the church building.
Our companionship lived on the second floor of the church building, which was a converted dacha (a Russian summer home), and then the first floor and half of the second floor was reserved for church activities. We scheduled our meeting with this investigator (I don’t remember his name, it’s been a few years) to be right after morning study, so we didn’t have to leave the house and come back.
Come the day of, and I go downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast, and lo and behold, our new investigator is sitting in the middle of the biggest room (the chapel/former living room) on a folding chair just waiting. I called down my companion, and we did our discussion earlier than expected, which was fine, and then did morning study afterwards. I don’t remember a lot of that first meeting, other than he seemed like a reasonable Russian Orthodox member who was chatting with American missionaries. What I do remember is that when I went to let the investigator out, I had to unbolt both front doors to do it.
After he’d left, I asked my companion if next time he’d please tell me when he lets people into our house, to which he replied that he didn’t let the investigator in, he just assumed I’d done it. This was when I started to get concerned. You see, Russian doors aren’t like American doors. Generally speaking, there are two doors – a wooden door with a lock like I’m used to, and then a “fire door”, which is like an inch and a half thick steel with five deadbolts into the frame (three into the wall, and one into each of the floor and ceiling). This isn’t a “tee-hee” kinda situation to open up the door to get in, you would have to do major structural damage to enter through a door. And it was mid-winter (like -30 - -40 degrees mid-winter), so it wasn’t like we forgot and left a window open or something. We resolved to be extra certain to lock up the house next time.
Which is why it was so surprising when, a few days later, he was sitting in the middle of the chapel-living-room waiting for our appointment an hour early again. We had checked all the bolts and windows and everything, yet there he was. And this time, the discussion went thoroughly off the rails. He was telling us about how the spirits of the dead congregate behind a comet that circles the solar system, and that they’re awaiting the confluence of some celestial bodies and would get free and so on. We wrapped up the conversation and did not invite him back, and never saw him again.
And sure as shootin’, when we checked the doors and windows when he left, they were all still locked and barred. It’s been 15 years and I still don’t know how he got into our house.
Interesting. Do aerosolized fluoridates adhere to teeth?
I use Boost and subscribe to a bunch of news communities 🤣
More seriously, I also use Feedly to aggregate RSS feeds from trusted news sources.
Breaking Bad. I tried it and it’s just… too much.
Athletic Brewing Company’s Blackberry Lemon Mango NA Sour Near Beer.
I would absolutely not use the word “superficial” to describe Barbie, and feel fairly confident you haven’t seen the movie given that you’ve chosen it.
I just spent last night migrating off goodreads and moving my lists out of libby, and there are definitely still some rough edges, but it’ll get you there.
A zeppelin
Neither do I, but the Hindenburg famously exploded while being filled with hydrogen.
I use bi personally, but pan people argue that they’re more than two genders and they are attracted to all of them. I use bi because my sexuality is dualistic – I have both heterosexual and homosexual attractions. The two are effectively synonymous.
I dunno about taboo, but I think there’ll be a lot fewer “monosexual” (homo/hetero people) and a lot more bi/pan people. I think we’re seeing an increase already in acceptance that most people have at least a few people of their non-preferred gender they’re attracted to, and those kinds of mentalities will permeate to a mushy continuum of sexuality, rather than hard categories.
I think we can even calculate about how often it happens. My math is gonna be Amerigo-centric because I’m American and so are fortune cookies.
There are ~3 billion fortune cookies produced yearly in the USA, so 8.2 million cookies are opened per day. There are 292,201,338 PowerBall combinations. That means that there’s about a 2.8% chance that someone opens a fortune cookie that has any given lotteries numbers on it. But wait! There isn’t just one “the lottery”; there are 48 states and territories in the US, and my state (Washington) has four games. Assuming everyone’s state is like mine, and you randomly select a lottery to play, that leaves us with a much more modest .014% chance that on a given day, someone opens a fortune cookie with their lottery number on it.
I use namecheap – I got my two most recent domains for less than $8 apiece – but I hear good things about Google domains as well.
It’s common enough that this dude made this song about it, idk 🤷
I use rss to discover content that I post to Lemmy. The value of Lemmy, for me, is the community and the comments, so when I see something interesting in my rss feed reader, I post it to a relevant community to see what folks have to say.
Someone offered a definition here: https://lemmy.world/comment/8529913
From the discussion, that definition may also be a hallucination, though.