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I don't know - the only thing that makes Teenagers from Outer Space stand out to me is that Peter Graves isn't in it.

Once upon a time, I wanted to see Freaks more than any other movie ever made. Having knocked that off my bucket list, my next goal is to see Glen or Glenda.

Well, Plan 9 has the opportunity for many a drinking game, unlike Teenagers from Outer Space.

That's the problem - you have to be at least a little fussy. The poor scientist was trying to replace the body of his fiancee.

As stated previously, one cannot attach a head to a website. Where would you go to find a real body?

The operative word being "yet."

My daughter and I discussed the answers, and she was really enthusiastic about this. Her face lit up, her eyes glowed, and she was all, "oh, yeah, hiking trail, cut one out of the pack, people disappear on hiking trails all the time..." It was a little scary, but kind of nice to know that the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

Well, fresh head, anyway. Body'd be gone.

The video I took of the neighbor's car getting towed was better than Plan 9.

"Rowsdowermobile, away!"

Ok, I guess, but if you're familiar with the movie, you'll recall that there was a time constraint. Could you set up and have a date within one or two days (I'm not trying to be mean; I've never done the online dating thing)?

But is that where you'd go to get a body? (I must have gone to a dull nursing school. We all had jobs at the hospital.)

The object of the exercise is to get a body. One can't stitch the head of one's beloved onto a website. So where would you go to get a body?

It's not as big a wave as you might think.

So where would you go?

See, this is what I thought, and not just for the aesthetics - I'd want my partner to have a fairly fit and healthy body (fit enough to open jars and take stuff down cellar, anyway). If somebody's going to the gym, they're at least minimally invested in their health, and it's faster than breaking into a medical database and reading charts until I find an ideal specimen.

Ok, so we were watching MST3K on YouTube. (I do own an unriffed copy of it - it's the original, which starts out with a black screen and the head's voice whispering "let me die," which was cut out of later releases.)

I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with the 1962 movie masterpiece The Brain That Wouldn't Die. It's about a scientist trying to find a new body for his fiancee's head (which was the only part of her that he was able to salvage from the burning wreckage of her car). My daughter and I were kind of watching it this afternoon, and what hit us both was that the first place that he goes to look for a suitable body is a strip club. I was of the opinion that this was a reflection of the time, but she disagreed. So, gentlemen, my question is, has anything changed in almost 60 years? Is a strip club still the place where one goes when looking for a body? Or are there other venues now preferred when looking for a body to put a head on? Where would you, if your partner were suddenly bodiless, start your search?

From a standpoint of studying language as a phenomenon, you're right. But if you actually want to talk to people, you need to have the chance to use it, even just a little. For example, my grandmother, although born in America, was raised in a home where they mostly spoke Polish (her mother never learned English), so as a child and young woman, she was very fluent in both languages. After her mother died, she and my grandfather would speak Polish only when they didn't want the kids to understand, and after my grandfather died, she didn't use it because she had nobody to speak it with. Fast forward about ten years, to when I was taking Russian in college, and she couldn't understand a word I was saying. She admitted that twenty years before, she'd have probably understood just fine, but without using it, she lost it. (You're right about one language being a gate to others - the Russian and Bosnian interpreters used to sit in the kitchen at the office speaking Russian and Bosnian to see how long they could maintain a coherent conversation in two languages, and we sometimes had to shoo them back to work. ) tl;dr: The study of language can be fascinating in its own right, but if one wishes to communicate with it, one must talk to other people using it on a fairly regular basis.

Unless you're going to Denmark, why? Any language that you don't have a chance to use, you'll forget it. (Unless maybe you planned on reading The Little Mermaid in its original form?)

That I don't know about - at least it's in the right general area.

Cut them some slack - first, they had to go through a pandemic, and then they had to deal with zeni - I'd have just slapped some duct tape on it if it would have gotten him out the damned door faster. (Seriously, though, that's been done at home - I've never seen a student apply anything like that, much less an experienced nurse. Pokemon bandaids would probably be easier to center.) Edit: OK, I went inside, got on the desktop with the big screen, and put on my cheaters - it does look like toilet paper. I sit corrected - I have never, since I started as a lowly NA in 1978 (back before one needed the "C"), ever seen anyone vaguely associated with health care apply a dressing that looks like that. ( I initially thought that it was just carelessly folded ABDs, but being able to see them makes a difference.)

Don't even go there. If it's from the hospital, the nurses are TIRED. If it's a home job, I'm impressed that it's not just a long line of Pokemon bandaids

Report cards got here Saturday. Still passing 3rd grade (actually, we're doing well). One more marking period to go... I don't care what the next plague is, I'm not taking 4th grade again.