My brother in law recently acquired one of these and is obsessed with stalking and blasting flies with it. He shot a big blowfly and it exploded in a ghastly mess on the wall. Very effective and - according to him - satisfying.
Back in the 1970s some friends and I ate some fly agaric we found in the botanic gardens, because we'd heard it got you high. The other three went on to have a fantastic time, high as kites, in a nightclub. Me? I spent hours on my knees in front of the toilet, vomiting and vomiting and vomiting. Do not recommend.
Because it's proper bacon, what you would call "Canadian" - thick, juicy rashers, two at least, freshly cooked, enveloped in buttered bread or, in Scotland, a fresh "morning roll", which has a slightly crispy top.
And with all that piffle, they never actually tell what it's made from. I assume some kind of acrylic? In which case it will snag and pill like crazy and look complete crap within a month.
I should start knitting these for Christmas gifts.
You've just reminded me of my late sister, who insisted she could access my WiFi from 300 miles away. "How else am I getting internet?" A mystery for sure.
I cut my own hair during lockdown. I did it outdoors, using regular scissors and a mirror. It came out not too bad, from the front anyway. Not sure what the back looked like - it felt ok. That's shortish hair, I'm sure long hair would be easier.
I have some diaries I wrote on my PC in 1983/4. The PC was quite the thing - it had an amber screen rather than green, and two floppy drives. I can't remember what word processing program I was using, but haven't found a codec that displays a lot of the special characters.
Absorbing foreign words has been happening since forever in English. Example: Mirror is an English word, right? No, it's a loan word from French, introduced after the Norman conquest in 1066. The English word is "looking-glass".
Don't have a cow (English), what's your beef (French)?
Bluey. I'm an adult and don't have children. It's my guilty pleasure.