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In Japan, women often use the phrase 'going to pick flowers' as a euphemism for going to the bathroom.
TAXI to：chouchou
If you need to ask what relevance the title has to the image, you've probably landed on this stream by mistake. 😯
“The text also just grows increasingly garbled. For instance, here it says that our new subway system will streamline the rush-hour commute, but about halfway down, it's a series of nearly indecipherable glyphs our experts insist hint at "non-Euclidian emotions" and "appeasement" (though we think this may be a euphemism for "fares").”
― Joseph Fink, The Great Glowing Coils of the Universe
This is another of the delightful bucks that I had the privilege of photographing this autumn season. They were all in places safe from blood "sport" enthusiasts (euphemism), so other wildlife fans should be able to enjoy them like I did.
From the Waterfront Mall looking across to Table Mountain with the "Table Cloth" covering the top. Euphemism for howling South Easterly wind that comes tearing through the city. Best time to visit Cape Town, March or April, the locals are back at school, the edge is off the heat and the winds have died down. If you do wind related sports, January and February are the perfect times to be blown away.
Virga are trails of precipitation that fall from the underside of a cloud but evaporate or sublime before it can reach the earth's surface. This happens when falling rain or ice passes through an area of dry or warm air.
The Spanish verga comes from the Latin virga, meaning “rod” or “staff.” Before the word even evolved into Spanish, Latin authors as early as the sixth century were using virga as a euphemism for penis. Rod, penis ….
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Here's a close-up of the (Banded) Grass Snake I found on a local reservoir last week. I first saw him swimming across the reservoir (and I can tell it's a male by the slender head). Then he messed around in the water close to the bank before submerging and hiding among vegetation. But after a few minutes he popped his head up and just sat motionless for at least half an hour. He was still sat there when I left. I managed to capture this close-up of his head protruding from the water surface using a 700mm lens (hand held). Something about the eye detail reminded me of a total eclipse. This is the first Grass Snake I have seen in my local area despite having visited this reservoir hundreds of times over the last thirty years. And I would not have seen this one had I not spotted him swimming across the smooth water.
Genetic research has shown that British Grass Snakes, plus those in western Europe differ from those in Eastern Europe. We used to classify ours as subspecies helvetica of Natrix natrix, but they have now been split as a full species (Natrix helvetica) that is called Barred Grass Snake. Linnaeus described "Eastern" Grass Snake from Sweden, so that species retains the name Natrix natrix.
And one final thing; Did you know that Snake Eyes is a euphemism for the worst possible outcome? The expression comes from America where in Dice (or Craps as they call it) a double one, the worst possible throw, is known as Snake Eyes.
Virga are trails of precipitation that fall from the underside of a cloud but evaporate or sublime before it can reach the earth's surface. This happens when falling rain or ice passes through an area of dry or warm air.
The Spanish verga comes from the Latin virga, meaning “rod” or “staff.” Before the word even evolved into Spanish, Latin authors as early as the sixth century were using virga as a euphemism for penis. Rod, penis ….
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HMMM! youtu.be/PjFoQxjgbrs
Portrait of an artist in Hertfordshire. Still painting, still teaching others how to paint. It would be a euphemism to say that she is young at heart. She is young at heart. And curious. It is not the mind that makes her feel tired. It is the body that is letting her down. It is what it is.
East Beckwith Mountain (el. 12,432 ft) is in the Wilderness of theWest Elk Mountains in Colorado. Its flanks are densely packed with clones of quaking aspen, Populous tremuloides, which can be identified by differences in bark color (white, green, tan) or leaf color in fall, as here.
The foreground is a talus slope, a steep slope or ravine covered with fractured rock. Although it looks barren, a patient and immobile observer will be rewarded with the appearance of pikas, small mammals related to hares and rabbits. After taking this shot, I stood still for a few minutes and several pika appeared and began to forage. One came up on the path that I had been walking on and began to feed on road apples, a euphemism for horse manure. The horses feed the pikas regularly.
Tursiops truncatus,
Off the Cayucos Pier,
Cayucos, San Luis Obispo Co., California
After many foggy mornings recently, when the sun came out this morning I was hoping to see something picturesque from the Cayucos Pier. But I had no idea there would be dolphins cavorting (that's a euphemism for “eating lots of fish”). Several small groups that probably totaled nearly 20 went about it for well over an hour.
'Feeding Seagulls' is now a euphemism for the act of ridding oneself of semi-digested food via the oral cavity.
Of course there's a story behind it. It involves Saltburn, our eldest, fish & chips and Jeremy Corben. Oh, and seagulls.
Those poor, poor seagulls.
Incidentally, this is the middle child.
The first time I heard this phrase was many years ago when I attended a seminar at Keele University and another one of the delegates was "carried out" feeling a "little tired and emotional" at the farewell dinner. Naively, I thought something had happened to upset her. It wasn't until the next morning that someone explained to me that it was a euphemism for being drunk - lol
....and that's not a euphemism!!
A great spotted woodpecker...a fairly regular visitor to our garden recently...rather partial to the fatty, seedy contents of the coconut feeder!
textures thankls to Tòta.
Font : Tekton pro.
There was nothing Sweet Fanny Adams could do other than just suck it up.
She just hoped her cordless vacuum cleaner's battery would last.
"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards"
"La vie ne se comprend que par un retour en arrière, mais elle doit être vécue en regardant en avant."
-Soren Kierkegaard
Passerelle Simone de Beauvoir (SDB). Paris XIII . France
Nikon D300 Nikkor 75-300 VR
ƒ/8.0 185.0 mm 1/500 200
Silver Efex Pro 2
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some of you may know this swan song
"severe & very crippling autoimmune muscle disease,having lost my pictures & backup,harsh times ...
I was diagnosed with autoimmune myopathy around Easter 2016
it is a rare or orphan disease
major health problem worsening week by week
and now some new problems appear (severe) .....
Can no longer walk , need help for many things in my daily life
When I said "disheartened " it was a euphemism
So I can no longer stay on Flickr
I missed my Flickr friends, this is why I came back (without posting myself),
I love groups ,I needed to create my own group , and I tried to invite and always "follow" the invited photos in groups,
my only reason for being on Flickr but probably a mistake
Dear Friends , thank you for your support
wish you all the Best
.... and remember "Carpe Diem "
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Thank you for your visit , your fave , your comments
thank you for taking some of your precious time , much appreciated !!
thank you from the bottom of my heart , for your beautiful words , you're my true friends
the Flickr spirit is still alive...
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I am absolutely unable to accept a life of recluse, without any social or cultural life and worse, I feel unable to accept becoming dependent : Loss of autonomy is a humiliating loss of human dignity
When I came back to Flickr , last year , after a long absence, I thought it could be a derivative, a way to keep in touch,and to fight my isolation since I can't have social or cultural life anymore
But it was a mistake because even the use of my PC, and Flickr sessions have become very difficult for me
And , see and admire dozens of photos on Flickr, while I can't walk, so, taking pictures is a real mental torture
.... and I have ideas, many ......: ((((((((
likewise, Summer, sunny days, so many invitations to walk:
no need to travel , I love Paris , late afternoon light is wonderful
I miss Paris .......
I was very active, I loved everything in life,
I'm not old enough
so what ?
the worst is a severe respiratory attack that is increasing more and more......I'll try to keep in touch a little longer , as long as I could . Not for a very long time , I fear ....
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Thank you , my friends for the photos you have dedicated me, for the beautiful galleries, for the tributes I received, especially this one, moving =Feeling Blue for Françoise fifich@t Thank you , dear Robin
this photo is not for groups (no need to gain awards or more favorites) but only for my contacts, friends, and any Flickr member who knows me, and can understand how it feels when no treatment can bring any improvement ,and one becomes dependent , more and more
Thank you
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Afternoon at the Abattoir
Abattoir is a more formal name for buildings where large-scale, mechanized, regulated and inspected killing of animals is carried out. In other words, a nice euphemism for slaughterhouse. Although this is the rather unpleasant part of our foodchain, it is the culinary gateway to the market. So, please do care what kind of meat you buy and where it comes from. I wanted to experience the actual status of the meat packing industry, and it was disgusting. Btw, no animal got harmed for this shot.
"Away The Crow Road" (apparently a Scots' euphemism for being dead)
Drawing the curtains Friday evening and preparing for an early night I couldn't help but notice the foggy halo round the street lights out the back and the dark sky up above the fog pricked with crisp stars. I grabbed my gear and headed for The Crow Road over the Campsie Fells. Once there I shot a few car-trails then headed a short way up the hill to shoot star-trails. I lay on the cold hillside for an hour and a half while the camera recorded. The mist writhed along the flats lit from within by house & street lights. Planes wheeled and approached Glasgow airport and here and there cars negotiated the icy roads. It was very cold.
video here youtu.be/8vxcWStHiyI
A fishmonger (historically fishwife for female practitioners) is someone who sells raw fish and seafood. Fishmongers can be wholesalers or retailers, and are trained at selecting and purchasing, handling, gutting, boning, filleting, displaying, merchandising and selling their product. In some countries modern supermarkets are replacing fishmongers who operate in shops or fish markets.
The fishmongers guild, one of the earliest guilds, was established in the City of London by a Royal Charter granted by Edward I shortly after he became king in 1272. Partnership with foreigners was forbidden and the sale of fish was tightly controlled to ensure freshness and restrain profit, which was limited to one penny in the shilling. Nevertheless, the guild grew rich and, after Edward's victory over the Scots, was able to make a great show, including one thousand mounted knights.
During the reign of Edward II, the political power of the fishmongers waned and Parliament decreed that no fishmonger could become mayor of the city. This was soon rescinded and their wealth increased further so that, during the reign of Edward III, the guild could provide £40 to the war against the French, this being a great sum at that time.
The guild was then reformed by Great Charter as the Mystery of the Fishmongers of London. They were given a monopoly over the crying and selling of fish and they regulated the catching of fish in the Thames which teemed with fish such as salmon at that time. The guild still continues today as one of the Great Twelve City Livery Companies.
In many countries, the fishwife was proverbial for her sharp tongue and outspoken speech. In Medieval France, the ones in Paris were known for their special privilege of being able to speak frankly to the King himself, when he ventured into the marketplace, and voice criticism without fear of punishment.
Molly Malone is a character from a popular Irish song about a young fishwife who tragically dies at a young age.
Charles Fort in his book Lo! compiles the story of the Mad Fishmonger or "St. Fishmonger", which later may or may not appear in the Schrödinger's Cat Trilogy by Robert Anton Wilson. St. Fishmonger allegedly caused crabs and periwinkles to fall from the sky.
In the English translation of the Asterix series, the village fishmonger is called Unhygienix. In the film The Beach, the Island's chef has only fish as a source of meat, and is named Unhygienix in reference to the Asterix character.
In Shakespeare's Hamlet, some contend that the word fishmonger was a euphemism for a "fleshmonger" or pimp. Source Wikipedia.
TD : Agfapan 100 Professional 35mm film, developed in D-76 1+1 for 7 minutes. Exposure ISO 100 @35mm lens, natural daylight. Scanned with Alpha 6000 edited in ACR, inverted in CS6.
Tiger Warbler! The Quebec and Latin names nail it, at least for the spring breeding plumage male.
The English name is terrible, tagging the place (Cape May, New Jersey) where early ornithologist Alexander Wilson first "described" the bird, which is a euphemism for "shot it".
After a string of busy images, this was certainly a change. Golden hour light, one thin branch, blurry background - conventional but still pleasing to me.
The Northern Club in Launceston was a "gentlemen's club" (before that term became a euphemism for a strip joint) that was founded in 1894. It was essentially a network for civic leaders and businessmen to expand their opportunities. It also provided recreational activities in conjunction with reciprocal memberships around the country. It was the newer rival to the Launceston Club (1882) which still has its salubrious clubrooms in Tamar Street to this day. Unfortunately, the Northern Club ceased to exist in 1996. A bar and bistro continued at this location until the Covid lockdowns which effectively ended its ability to run profitably.
www.utas.edu.au/library/companion_to_tasmanian_history/N/...
This was shot with an iPhone at great magnification hence the "soft" (euphemism ?) image! I still like it!
My son thinks it bizarre that the town makes old folks carry their trash and recycling to the dump---Ahem! The Transfer Station---and drop it in bins and dumpsters themselves. Having lived my entire life until a few years ago in cities and towns that performed curbside trash pickup, I agree that this is a quaint custom, to say the least. But it does provide some unusual photo opportunites, such as this storage arrangement, and the photo below.
So, what, exactly, is a Transfer Station? A euphemism, clearly, a classy name for a dump.
Have a Moody Monochrome Monday. (Every Day is Stairs Day!)
I guess the name is catchy but we certainly have a mega-glut of coffee shops or coffee houses all over South Korea. This is "downtown" for us: a one-block business district that seems to have one of everything: an internal medicine doctor, a dentist, a pharmacist, a Paris Baguette (which also serves coffee), a side-dish shop (kimchi, dried pollack), two barbers, a hair dresser, a tailor, a dry-cleaner, a real-estate agency, a bank, a smart phone shop, a restaurant-bar, two coffee shops, and four restaurants. Who could possibly ask for more?
Well, the one "fly in the soup", if you would excuse this rude euphemism, would be the poor restaurants which are also quite overpriced. But the doctor is cheap. It only costs US $1.80 to visit her!. Affordable health care is a big, big advantage here in South Korea and it includes dental as well! Imagine getting an implant for only US $300.
Olympus Trip 35 on Kodak Color Plus 200.
South Korea
~ Tom Tiddler's Ground ~ is used in modern English as a euphemism for having an uncertain status, for example, "The prime minister was asked "what happens next?" and I could tell he was on Tom Tiddler's Ground".
Whatever does happen next, I wonder what we will take from this lockdown ........
A misty morning in the Peak District today. This is Winnats Pass, which the schoolboy in me always thinks sounds like a Viz-style euphemism...
This fox kit is nearly full grown but still listens to mom. I had a minute or two to shoot, in the last light of the setting sun, before the parent fox - concealed in tall grass nearby - gave a sharp warning and the kit abruptly dived into its den and safety. Two ears poked up from concealment, then two eyes and part of a face: a beautiful blonde variant! But I couldn't convince her to come out and pose for me, and a few moments later I lost the light.
We come now to one of my longstanding gripes. I try not to use Flickr as a forum for complaining, because nature and wildlife photographers already know these things and are here to share positive experiences and great photos. But. Just. Once. A moment ago, checking online to make sure the Red Fox is still taxonomically Vulpes vulpes, I came across this in Wikipedia: "the red fox is one of the most important furbearing animals harvested for the fur trade."
Wrong. You do not "harvest" an animal. You kill it. This euphemism is intended to soften the blow, cushion delicate souls from reality, minimize the suffering, deny the truth. We hear politicians use such odious language all the time. The governments of Washington and British Columbia are currently "harvesting" wolves; a certain percentage of moose may be "harvested" each fall - as if they were as insensitive as rows of corn or wheat in a field. No images of blood and death, please; it's too offensive to contemplate. It's so widespread, this spinning of truth into some sort of palatable fantasy that may ease the conscience a little - so that people slide into apathy and allow barbaric practices to continue. So that people who wear fox coats or hats can think of bloodless rows of corn, if they think at all. So that the politicians can appease as many voters as possible and get re-elected. So that we never have to admit what we really do.
Okay, enough. End of rant. I realize that it's unrealistic to expect honest words from elected officials and other authority figures. But I really am tired of the bs.
Photographed near Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2019 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Last year, about 41,000 people died in traffic crashes, according to preliminary data from the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration.
That's the size of the population of a small town. All dead because people drive too damn fast. Or drive vehicles that make it impossible for them to see what's directly in front of their bumpers.
Let's NEVER call them accidents. That's a euphemism. Let's call them what they are. Involuntary manslaughter.
The weathered, crumbling arrow sign of Azar's, a former liquor/wine/beer 'package store.'
Atlanta (Summerhill), Georgia, USA.
21 October 2023.
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day 35 out of 365.
wicked hangover. had to fuel myself with three cups of joe (black, because I'm badass like that), OJ and two english muffins. I'm one step away from doing the Cool Hand Luke: scarfing down forty or so eggs to start my morning ... that is, the morning after doing too many whiskey shots during a serious dart competition in Lower Westchester.
the reflection in the stainless steel countertop is pretty cool, and I was feeling too shy for the camera ('shy' being a euphemism for narsty).
I am so behind on comments. forgive me! I am busy wrapping up the twenty-third year of my life ;-)
We're going back about 18 months in this shot to a township that has basically ceased to exist. The 200+ kilometres between Charleville and Quilpie in Outback Queensland can be regarded today as a laid back drive passing mainly bush and scrub and cattle and sheep grazing land and a kangaroo or twenty.
The railway that more or less paralleled the road was an important freight and passenger line with a twice weekly sub-service off the Westlander from Charleville known locally as The Flying Flea! This service ended in 1994 and around that time, even freight was decimated by road transport. In the end, the only traffic was cattle and even that ended in the late '90's when a new loading point was constructed east of Charleville at Morven which continues today.
As per common practice, the line was then mothballed (euphemism for not closed, just given anaesthetic!) and the infrastructure still rests in the hot sun and Mitchell grass today! There were basically only two small railway towns along the line, mainly for crossing and watering purposes, the easternmost being Cooladdi which still exists today as a roadhouse and Cheepie which today is a small ramshackle group of old buildings and caravans, mostly abandoned with an alleged population of 2. Well, I do note a vehicle in the garage of the old structure, subject of this image so that may be right! I guess the Census people still have to call.
Here is another shot of the male Black Redstart in the sunlit site that my friend Adrian Dancy took me to, so no high ISO and noise reducing software needed here. I have managed to take a number of rather distant shots of Black Redstarts previously, but I had never managed a decent shot of an adult male with a black face and breast. But on this day Adrian managed to get me photographic views of two different males in the centre of Manchester. On this bird you can just about see the red tail that gave rise to the name Redstart. The name Redstart is of very ancient origin and similar names for this bird are found across most European languages. Start (originally steort) was a name given to the posterior extremity of any animal, but was a euphemism for the backside (which is itself a euphemism). The term stark naked was originally steort naked, meaning naked, even to the tail. The scientific name Phoenicurus is of similar origin. The Greek word phoenix was used for various shades of red and ouros means tailed, and comes from the same origins as the now vulgar term arse. Its specific scientific name ochruros is similar and translates as pale yellow arsed.
Have always loved these old Gothic cemetery fences. They form a very hard delineation between the land of the living and the dead. The iron scrollwork seems to blend perfectly with the spear-like tips of the finials. The orderly spacing of the uprights is suggestive of prison cell bars. And black paint completes the effect of harshness and despair. These fences were born in an era where death was not sugar coated with euphemisms. The message is unambiguous and uncompromising, utterly lacking in nuance.
a euphemism for a bit grubby.
i have given up on cleaning until the builders have left.
I have prettied this up a little
for WAH who are visiting hearts today
Shot of “Old Mikro Chōrio” in Evrytania, Greece in late August 2022. The number of buildings is remarkably small; it is so small that it reminds of a settlement rather than a complete village: Indeed, the “Old” word is a euphemism for what has remained out of the former Mikro Chōrio after the notorious disaster struck on January 13, 1963: Then, a whole mountainside of Mt. Chelidona slid along with a large part of the village!
The church discerned in the shot is dedicated to the Transfiguration of the Savior. The church literally saved the lives of all the members of the congregation who were there for that Sunday's Divine Liturgy! Thirteen persons perished in 1963.
A lesser landslide event or landslip occurred again recently: on December 14–15, 2021, at night, with no casualties.
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Canon EOS R5
Canon RF24-105mm F4 L IS USM @ 35 mm
ISO 100 – f/11 – [ 1/50 & 1/20 sec ] HDR
Thanks to Reiner "Reiny" ReRod my german Best Friend :D
(Explored #345 21 march 2009 - Thank you!)
Ipod Tagging Game (Here we 'd say "Un'altra catenadisantantonio... :D")
1. Put your iTunes/ ipod on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.
Here we go...
1) WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
"Daniele Groff - If you don't like it"
Ahahaha It's perfect...I am As I am :D
2) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY?
"SOAD - Lonely Day"
Interesting interpretation ;)
3) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
"Porcupine Tree - Hatesong"
BUahuahuahauhauh surely my present purpose :D
4) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
"Dream Theater - Learning to live"
Yes indeed!
5) WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
"Iron Maiden - Bring your daughter to the slaughter"
:D:D:D They are afraid of she could be like her mother! :D
6) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?
"Keane - The Frog Prince"
More true than you think! ;)
7) WHAT IS 2+2?
"Infadels - Make Mistakes"
I'm not good with math ;)
8) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
"Jack's Mannequin - BloodShot"
Ihihihihihih
9) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"New Radicals - Jehovah Made This Whole Joint For You"
^_^
10) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
"Green day - She's a rebel"
Unbelievable! 100% me!
11) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
"Counting crows - Einstein on the beach"
ROTFL :D:D:D
12) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"U2 - Dancing Barefoot"
Totally possible! :D
13) WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
"Pearl Jam - Man Of the hour"
(is this an euphemism to say 'crazy'???)
14) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
"Green Day - Extraordinary girl"
WedWhat? What does mean wedding? ;)
15) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
"U2 - One"
I love song verse "Have you come to raise the dead" :D:D:D
16) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
"The Offsprings - Come out and play"
TOTALLY TRUE! :D
17) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
"Pearl Jam - State of love and trust"
I love my friends!
18) WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
"Bruce Springsteen - Last to die"
(to Work in my company :D)
19) HOW WILL YOU DIE?
"Goo goo dolls - Without you here"
(Grrrrr..... obviously alone! Damned game! ;D)
20) WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
"Soad - Soldier Side"
Indeed :|
21) WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
"Dream Theater - Metropolis Part I. The Miracle and the sleeper
Oh yes...it's plausible when I listen Labrie! He's TOO MUCH dramatic when he's singing :D Anyway I can't stop listening to their music!
22) WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
"Dream Theater - Caught in a new millennium"
mmmmm
23) WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
"U2 - Even better than the real thing"
I'm married with myself :) I already have problems! :D:D:D
24) WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
"ACDC - Thunderstruck"
Nanananananana-na-na Thun-der!
25) DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
"The darkness - Seemed like a good idea at time"
Ihihihihihih uhuhuhuuh ahahah I hope not so...for him!
26) IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
"Maximo Park - Russian Literature"
Dostojevski's "Crime and punishment" is too short ;) -BTW I really liked it! And "Anna Karenina" too!!-
27) WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
"U2 - Original of the species"
My song!
28) WHAT DO YOU LIKE MOST?
"Pearl Jam - Last kiss"
Ahahahahahah and the first one too...and others in between!
29) NOW, TELL US A LITTLE SECRET.
"Dream Theater - Strange Deja Vu"
Shhhhhhhh
30) FINALLY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?
"Coldplay - What if"
:D
I tag:
All my Cazzujan Friends , I miss you!!!!
As a child I remember people using the expression "Shanks's Pony" as a euphemism for walking. Shanks is an old term for legs but now only really survives in the names of birds like Redshank and Greenshank. In America Yellowshank was the old name for Lesser Yellowlegs, and in the Outlaw Josey Wales, Captain Terrill was known as Captain Redshanks because he wore reddish trousers. The name Redshank was first used for this bird around 1525, and in the first bird book in English (1678), John Ray called it "Redshank, or Pool-Snipe". So when its legs are clearly orange why wasn't it called Orangeshank? Because although the fruit was called Orange from the fourteenth century it was another 200 years before the word was used as a colour and by then most of our familiar birds had been named. Prior to that red was used for anything in that part of the spectrum. (It was the late Seventeenth Century when Isaac Newton split light into its component colours, and by then orange was in use). That is why our orange coloured birds tend to have the name red incorporated. Other examples are Red Kite, Redstart, Redbreast (earlier name for Robin). Red was also used for browns with a hint of rufous in names like Red Grouse, Red-backed Shrike and Red-breasted Merganser.
This was taken on the windward side of Covenham Reservoir but I liked the background of crashing waves.
The idea here (no euphemisms intended) is to keep posting.
I've been very out of it with regards to taking photographs and I'm hoping that more frequent uploads on my behalf will help me see the light.
(ok, that one was intended)
;)
The name is mostly a euphemism to make its strange pyromania more palatable.
More photos: www.instagram.com/p/COYj71yJDLn/
That is, her full title, 'The Patron Saint of Hormone Disruptors and the Oil and Plastics Industries'.
In a statement she said she had no idea how they got there, but she quite liked the results, that merging. Marcel Mac was less forthcoming. He had more to lose, she guessed.
Liathróidí, and how's your father?
Adding, we all love our plastics, perhaps it's just part of an evolutionary process (Rrose gave a saintly wink) even a step on the path towards bifurcation. Who knows? She mused.
Rroseeen frequently mused, she was a great one for the fecking musing, as we say in the old sod.
Styling by 'Lanech of Lahinch', of course.
(See below, sometimes the plastic bag is almost, or completely, invisible. But, that's plastic for you, go figure!)
GLOSSARY:
Liathróidí (pronounced LEE-ah-row-dee): This is the Irish (Gaeilge) word for "balls" or "testicles". It is frequently used in slang to refer to courage or bravery, similar to the English phrase "having balls".
"And how’s your father?": This is a British and Irish euphemism primarily used to refer to sexual activity.
Origin: It was popularized as a comedic catchphrase by music-hall entertainer Harry Tate around 1910. Tate used it as a non-sequitur to change the subject whenever his character felt embarrassed or stumped.
Modern Usage: It is often used playfully, such as "Fancy a bit of how's your father?". It can also be used as a placeholder for a "whatsit" or an object the speaker is too embarrassed to name.