I got to wondering… in a random pool of intelligent people, which phrase would be more quickly identified: “We have met the enemy and they are ours,” or “We have met the enemy and they are us”?
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Top 5 [OT]
Quick list: the most iconic women of the 20th century. By which I mean women you’d expect just about everybody in the Western World to recognize by sight.
You don’t have to list five: I think there are only four on my own list.
(I will explain anon)
[OT] Christmas Photos
I’m curious because this is outside of my field of expertise — in my family I’m the photographer — but isn’t December 3 a bit late to start making plans, even in the age of digital photos?
And for that matter, could you even book a decent photographer on December 3?
Christmas Card I Understand But Don’t Understand
So… apparently now they’re making Christmas cards intended to be sent too early…
School Book Fairs: totally OT other than the fact that we were discussing them earlier this month so maybe somebody will be interested
Lettuce revisit the topic of BLTs [semi-OT]
Okay, so apparently in the 1950s, a BLT was called a Bacon and Tomato Sandwich — although the lettuce is doing a pretty lousy job of hiding.
I wonder why it subsequently changed its name. Maybe because “BLT” is just easier to say?
Maybe it was a meat-and-potatoes decade and “lettuce” carried a stigma?
Speaking of Mold-a-Rama (which we recently were, because of course we were)…
[OT] Keep your loved one close to your…
This was a real thing in the mid-60s.
Seriously… why?
OT, I guess, though we have been discussing Halloween a bit today…
A Bum’s Tale [OT-ish]
If I could draw, I’d do my own version of this story:
When I was in elementary school, “bum” was the go-to Halloween costume for most of the boys.
Then came Halloween, 1964: our parents were away and our grandparents were staying with us. From the Old Country. And old, though in hindsight about the same age I am now.
And my grandmother did not get the whole “dress up like a bum” concept.
And that meant it wasn’t happening.
So on the day of the school’s Halloween parade, my brother and I dressed in the oldest clothing we could get away with, and detoured through a sort of alley filled with dirt and fallen leaves…
… and messed ourselves up the best we could.
(When I was back in town last weekend for my high school reunion, I took photos of the old neighborhood — which hasn’t changed at all, other than more foreign cars and fewer tail-fins — never suspecting I’d be using one of them on the CIDU page a week later)
