There is a daily comic strip called Pickles where I find myself often agreeing with the old guy who is a central figure in it, like in today’s comic.
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There is a daily comic strip called Pickles where I find myself often agreeing with the old guy who is a central figure in it, like in today’s comic.
When I was in high school wearing sweatshirts inside out was common. The reason was the uniform/dress code allowed plain dark blue sweatshirts with nothing whatsoever printed on them (as a substitute for a dark blue sweatshirt with the school emblem). Easier to turn a printed sweatshirt inside out than get a specific item.
anat,
You mean that I do what young people do? Who would have thought I was so (to use the slang of my youth) hip?
Waking up in the morning and saying,
“Oh, shit. Not again.”
Gotta cope with senescence, too, the state of being in one’s dotage.
Prioritising what matters matters.
chigau @ 3: Or, to quote Emo Phillips, “some mornings it’s just not worth gnawing through the restraints”
It’s been 20 years, but when I was teaching it was common for college kids to wear their shirts inside out.
Yep. Clothing wise, all I care about now is, “is it comfortable,” and, “can I put this on independently?”
Curse you Singham!
I just lost 30 minutes of my life going back to the first published Pickles cartoon (1 January 2003) and clicking forward.
I would have lost more time if my dog hadn’t demanded a walk. : )
Cheers,
Jeff
And, oh yeah, my mother’s college friends (c. 1960) wore their sweatshirts inside out.