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Discussion in 'Sidewinders Bar & Grille' started by Namelyguitar, Jun 5, 2021.
There is something quite narcissistic in the notion of a selfie.
In all of my limited travel over the years, I never felt the need to include me in an image. Behind the lens was SOP.
These travels were well before the ego stroking auxiliary cameras on smartphones. Well before smartphones.
Niggardly. Means not generous. Stingy.
Fine - if you knew what you were doing.
Piece of flexible fuel pipe from the barrel to your ear, adjust each individually until you get the same tone.
A bit like tuning a guitar.
That sounds petty, but, I think it's huge.
Thank you for bringing it up.
That one has been replace with a word from the olden days...water closet.
btw...in the past, dropping one's trousers while in a phone booth was frowned upon, I'm just saying.
My Bultaco Alpina had the kickstarter on the left side forward of the footpeg and the shift lever on the right side. Good times!
Exactly how I feel,,why ruin a nice picture with my face
Along the fairness lines...how many of my generation could walk into a barn, hitch a team of horses to a wagon and drive it off? Not me...
Howsa 'bout The Irked and Their Ilk?
Sorry seems to be the hardest word...
The gear lever on the right is the proper way!
But I do like the kick start that side too.
I think it's cool, how many of these words and phrases I still use.
In the 70s and 80s Toyota keys were interchangeable or you could just use a wee screwdriver.
That what I meant...the shift lever was were it should be and the kickstarter should have been just behind it.
People from Japan are also polite outside of Japan. Spouse is even polite whilst in the heat of anger with me. It's rather humbling to have someone terribly upset apologize for being upset.
Winston Churchill is reported to have said:
'When one must kill another, it costs nothing to at least be polite about it.'
Makes me wonder what she's really thinking.
My wife spoke four languages well, well now that I think of it I don't know if she spoke to them well because I spoke them not at all, plus she was pretty fair at English. When she would get mad at me it was like a documentary on cussing in different languages.
Spouse taught me to speak Japanese. She tried to reach me to "write" it but I am hopeless. I can read some of it, enough to navigate the Tokyo subway and train system but...!?! (She was terrified once when I had to navigate my way from Tokyo to a little place on the Isu peninsula, alone. But I cheated, I secretly purchased a map, in English! Just in case!)
She refuses, however, to teach me to swear properly. Out of deference to his daughter, her father wouldn't either. Because so much hangs on the perception of a simple sound. ... say the 'g' sound (in Japanese it can be a sound found in the word "get" or it can be a combination of "g" and "n"...like "gnah"...) get it wrong and you might insult someone's family heritage.
She laughs at my pronunciation. All the time. I swear I can't hear a difference between how she might say something and how I say it, but...she laughs.
Most I ever got out of her is "kuso"...another word for poop. Because to say in Japanese that it's "hot as sh*t" is not impolite, when it's really hot outside.
She's plotting my demise, I know it!
And it may become even harder.
I, apparently, didn’t