Cheers for the delicious vote of confidence
*quality factory farm fresh.
Damnit, I literally just finished a bottle of wine before sitting down to watch this. Good thing it works with whiskey too. It does look really cool. There is still the danger of getting caught staring intently at a glass of whiskey for minutes on end though. I don't think "but it's for science!" would cut it.
As interesting as it was, this was made truly great by the last 30 seconds. I now want to end all my conversations that way.
"You're more at risk, frankly, from shoving your finger up your nose and then touching a cut accidentally than you are from having your brain eaten by an amoeba." Words to live by.
I couldn't have put it better myself. And, indeed, I didn't!
How about we get these pointy birds to "anoint" the heads of everyone who actually cares (negatively) about the topic you mention.
The big question is what bathrooms we should let it use!
The Picasso 30 seconds in is the stuff of nightmares, and there are a few close contenders later. I suddenly have a masochistic impulse to watch Ring.
"Let me know if I've made any mistakes." A very dangerous thing to ask Star Trek fans.
I wish I could promote comments. This is so true it makes me both laugh and cry.
The current climate towards facts would see the warship maintain coarse regardless.
I just love the passionate way historians talk. Especially when they're not talking about their specialist subject - like when Dr. Finkel is promoting the youtube channel. No one in their right mind goes into careers like history, the sciences, or academia for the money (not that I'm accusing historians of being in their right mind), so the ones that get comfortable but keep working are inspiring.
That's the most Brexit thing I've ever heard: "God save the queen, and God help us all." Amen.
I've been struggling to find the right adjective to use to describe your story, but all I can say is thank you for telling it. It's personal accounts like this that really bring home the effects of war, and this is what happened to the victors! I admit I don't read much non-fiction, but I hold a very special place in my heart and my life for Spike Milligan's war diaries which, along with the Maus graphic novels, taught me more about the reality of war than I ever wanted to know. Like your story they are so relatable and so full of banality and horror side-by-side that my disgust for the instigators makes it painful to try to see things from their point of view. I try to eliminate unconscious bias where I spot it, but here I just can't. Unfortunately this disgust also stops me from wanting to learn more.
Possible, but I don't really think so. [...] I'd wager that when the docs said Stewart's father's shell shock was a reaction to aerial bombardment, that was really just a face-saving measure to try to explain away the perceived "weakness" of his condition.
I will say, though, that for what pretty much amounts to an ad for the stuff, the pours are terrible. As an Irish Guinness drinker what he did to that poor pint around 2:57 made me physically wince.
*promote in the same way that I would promote a video of an actual great old one whose very image would drive any sane person to madness.
Cheers. It was unexpected, and I'm actually happier about it than I thought I would be. Now to decide what to do with all this power
Congrats on the shiny bronze star
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