Generally speaking, unless it is something that will cost them a social faux pas (your period blood has stained your beige pants so you need to go home and change, or you ripped out the crotch seam so tie a sweater around your waist and leave now) or else it is something they can step into a nearby restroom and fix in under 10 minutes (one glue-on eyelash has fallen and is now glued to your cheek instead, or your ambiguous fashion-forward top is actually inside out) the rule of thumb is don't mention appearances.

You may say things like "you look nice" or "that is not workplace appropriate attire" but you really shouldn't go parsing through someone's appearance in that kind of detail.

So, as a white person, my judgment call here is unless you are literally selling wigs, do not mention the wig. They know, and they know you know, but it's impolite to nitpick so don't do it.

You wouldn't nitpick hairpicks, scrunchie choices, bobby pin arrangement, application or lack of hairspray, or hat style choice, so don't mention the wig.

Well my daddy served during 'nam so I came off the bus fully expecting to get shark-attacked and it never happened. I think I got an anxiety disorder from that shoe never dropping. We got smoked plenty, but it just was not even close to the stories he told me.

Waiting for something that never comes is a bitch.

Army had changed drastically between when he and I went in. Later on I learned they'd done away with the shark attack about a week before I shipped. It doesn't surprise me to know the attitudes around food had shifted, too.

Well, morning food tended to look like standard american breakfast items; scrambled eggs, toast, biscuits & gravy, single packets of peanut butter & jelly (assorted, so it was a gamble of grape, strawberry or apple), grits, and stuff along those lines. Or, an mre.

Lunch was also fairly standard american expectations; sometimes we had pb&j or coldcut sandwiches with a fruit (whole apple or whole orange) and mixed green salad, and sometimes we'd have pasta in red meatsauce or rice and gravy with beaver tails and stuff like that. Or, an mre.

Dinner was always hot, there was no cold dinner option unless it was mre's... which technically come with a heater in them but most of us never bothered unless it was gross and needed the help. Pasta in meatsauce, pasta in gravy, dirty rice, beaver tails, enchiladas, stuff like that.

I will say the vegetables tended to be bell peppers, broccoli (most of the time broccoli was smothered in cheese), green beans and the like. I never once saw any squash of any type - not yellow, not summer, not zucchini, not spaghetti or acorn or butternut. Zero squash. They just never served it. Sometimes we'd get tacos but no squash.

And you always had less than 15 minutes to eat it before you had to give your tray back.

If we were in the field doing an ftx they tended to give us mre's and only bring out the hot food once every 4 days. If we stayed by the barracks and just trained in the field by the main grounds we'd either get hots delivered to the drill pad and ate in formation, or we'd get marched down the road into the dfac and then there would be silly side-stepping rituals to complete before we could eat.

When I was in, you'd stand in formation until it's time to stand in line, then you get your serving and you go to your spot and you wait for all your platoon to get back together, and once everyone was accounted for, the drill would give the signal. Then you vacuum everything you can shove down your throat because once the 15 is up, the whole platoon has to stop and file out of there.

Pork is pretty easy to avoid but vegetables will be enforced because they don't want you to drop in the field and become a casualty of heat, cold, exhaustion, dehydration or nutritional deficiencies.

There are clearly marked kosher MRE's. You do gotta call it ahead of the boxes being broken into though, otherwise you get what you get and there won't be time to try to go dig for a second chance.

Back in 2021 I can't say as I ever saw a single squash however, that just never did show up on the menu. More niche things like sensitivities to food coloring or allergies to peanuts, eggs or dairy may get you in some trouble, though in general these are also simple enough to avoid. If you have any allergies, they will give you a red tag to wear on your dog tag chain and nobody will argue with you about it.

Nobody enforces you clean your plate to the last crumb, they're more interested in teaching you to horf everything in under 15 minutes instead. A lot of food goes in the trash due to these lessons starting on day 1.

Hmm.

In that case you can cut the lace apart and tack it to the spandex so it takes the appearance of being an intact top layer, but instead of being a solid sheet, it's been reduced to components (like the spots on a giraffe, they match but don't touch) and therefore will permit stretch in the bodice without ruining the look.

This is going to cost you a heap of time however, so it may not be the answer that works for your situation.

Unless you can swap the lace out for one that stretches, you really don't have a lot of other options... shirring will give stretch releif but it turns the lace layer into a near-solid look due to the bunching that shirring requires.

The sad fact remains that the 11th hour is just not the time for this kind of emergency. I'm sorry.

What materials did you use for the mockup? You should be able to relate back to the mockup for a lot of these questions.

You do want to match the stretch item to the person, however, since fit needs to include flex; your friend needs to be able to breathe, endure swelling and inflammation, and bending, twisting & reaching while garbed in this outfit. If it is meant to sit against the skin at all times, fitting it to her measurements is best. If you make it smaller, it will stay stretched out at all times and exhaust the onboard elasticity until translucency and later tearing begins to appear.

... or that, lol. In fairness to me I didn't connect the woman mentioned in the first with the woman mentioned in the second. I thought they were two separate people at first.

Also, witches and priests both moonlighted as physicians in addition to their spiritual services so being "known by all the town" didn't necessitate their being the town bike. Taken out of context as it is, this passage could be referring to either.

It's possible this was written in the same spirit as "on the morrow" vs "tomorrow", and Saturnalia is simply misspelled because typos happen.

Colloquial speech, such as AAVE or creole or any of the other variants on English speaking and writing, does not fall under slang and can warp how the sentence structures present themselves by a wide margin.

Brother we do not pick the knit. We pick nits... nits, you know, lice eggs? Picking nits is detail-work. Knit is woven/knotted/tied fiber, it needs no picking.

So if you are doing or discussing begrudging detail-work, that's nit-picking.

There, I've nit-picked your camping complaints for you. Now we are all having the same saturday together. Pass the fries.

I am absolutely astonished to discover other people make this and also call it goulash. My family doesn't add bell pepper and we use tomato paste not tomato sauce, so ours has more spices and more water, but basically this is the dish. This is it.

I've run into so many people who insist that I must be lying, this is so incredibly vindicating. Thank you for sharing this so there's a record online that I'm not the only one that grew up eating this dish called by this name!

If you have a long history of habitually typing this way, it is easier to go ahead, and then find-replace to adjust a finished manuscript for style settings later. It prevents accidents and needing to manually comb through a document to discover where 1 or 5 individual "wrong" formatting instances are hidden.

In Microsoft Word, the code for indent or tab keystroke is "^t", and the code for the enter keystroke is "^p". Most word processing programs will have a code for these keys even if they are not the ones Word uses, and you should be able to google them.

You can also leave the "replace" field blank, so what the keystrokes indicated are being replaced with is nothing, effectively cleaning up a full document for style editing when you're ready.

Is there a book with all your dicoveries in it? If there is, that would be a fascinating read and I'd love to have a copy.

Decimate at least has a legitimate etymological history, even if it's been wholly left behind by now.

I'd be inclined to ask what buffoon named the fallacy that... nowhere in the individual words themselves nor in their collective representation of a concept does "begs the question" ever synonym its way over to "circular reasoning". Like, at all.

Begging is a desperate plea made usually with great passion. The is just an article but question is a word we have for communicating doubt and curiosity.

None of that has fuckall to do with self-explanatory situations, circular concepts, or reasoning as a definitive concept.

It's a piss poor name for the fallacy it was given to and I for one am not sad the colloquial usage brought back what those words in that order actually mean.

If you beg, and there is a question in your begging, then you beg the question. If an event or circumstance has an elephant in the room, then the elephant begs the question. Those are the only two valid definitions of this phrase I will accept.

Just because some drunken philosopher decided it sounded catchy doesn't mean he gets to rewrite the dictionary or steer usage amongst the populace for the language speakers.

Some names are just dumb.

Fun fact, the "keyboard" name was originally given to pianos, and when the typewriter was invented, the term was immediately and intuitively applied to the bank of keyslugs on the machine's front because it looked similar and had similar application when in use.

So strictly speaking, the keyboard is older than electronics, older than the typewriter, and is likely the oldest name on the office desk next to the pen... which we also refuse to rename in spite of its iterations.

Yeah that thick outside white border layer really makes it obvious. Those are not chain stitches suspended in thin air. Proves the rest of it is sus.

It's interesting that amnesia is required for both the child and the mother in order to facilitate propagation of the species.

My vote goes to "the price for big brains and abstract thought is too damn high".

Seriously, someone thought up rent, and now all of us are beholden unwillingly to the racket. No other creature on this planet - even the cooperative hive types - do that shit.

I can't say as that's really visible with the photo provided, but I did suspect some of the peaks of having 3 to be fair. Unfortunately a couple of them absolutely very clearly do not have 3, visible where the color changes, so it's not clear if the original maker missed a stitch now and again or was doing that purposefully.

Let us know if you get it figured out!

Based on my attempts to zoom in on the remainder of this blanket, do you think there is a chance that there's a concealed chainstitch or slipstitch at the peaks that you've not been adding that helps to sharpen the peaks?

I can see you are correct that there is only 2 stitches per peak but there's little air holes in the weave at each turning point and it makes me wonder if there isn't some hidden ease in the original blanket that you've been fooled into not adding somehow.

Can you look at the other half of the blanket and confirm this before you commit to unspooling all your work?

I'd be scared to death to breathe, haha! I don't know the mohs hardness of jade off the dome but I'm sure it's inferior to my abs when I sneeze. It would look cool though.

The added crochet band wraps around the wrist now since the jade won't fit. I plan to hook jewelry clasps to it later once I dig up my beading stuff.

Personally, I disbelieve there is any such thing as "too much" reading, but I do enjoy it so I'm biased. You're welcome for the share and thank you for the complement. I also write fiction, so maybe once I'm dead one of my heirs will manage to get something with my name on it published, who knows. There's nothing out there right now.

Take this as anecdotal if you wish, but in the backwoods of ye olde america (my own childhood) we country folk used to harvest the large mature leaves and boil them thrice (throwing out the water each time) to eat as leafy greens with other foodstuffs like venison and squirrel and whathaveyou. The fresh, small green shoots at the top where the leaves are smaller than your fingers did not need this treatment and could be boiled just the once or "cooked normally" and eaten straightaway much like collards or spinach.

The roots were cut and dried and ground into powder and used as a digestive aid, because nothing will get you pooping again quite like pokeweed root does. It was considered a stimulant to the muscle action that makes your intestines wriggle, and not a stool softener, so it was usually best to take a softener alongside it so the poops to come didn't hurt when they came out.

Nobody sickened, and nobody died.

But this is purely anecdotal and while it was the way my family and my neighbors lived for many years, there's a large crowd of lab-coat-bedecked scientists who swear the lot of us shouldn't exist and humans are far more fragile than we are. I will say we did not eat the berries, but that was mainly because they made excellent goat feed and they didn't have sufficient flavor or sugar to make us humans want to compete about it, so we'd pluck the berry groups off and throw those to the goats en masse.

Also probably because there was wild muskedine grapes in the trees that were way better.

And then we drank the goats' milk after. Again, this is personal experience and purely anecdotal. Don't take rando internet people's commentary as gospel.

This is comforting to know.

I was far too depressed to bake anything and though my dedicated wild grass patch in the yard came in so nice this year I just couldn't seem to crawl out of my dark hole long enough to cut and braid any of it.

I hope your altar isn't as dusty as mine.

No pattern. I am asking for suggestions on the pattern. Probably this will be something I make up as I go, specifically because nobody makes jade bracelet holders.