Uhh huh huh… you said depth.

I think that’s the point of a rape whistle, people might ignore a call for help, but will instinctively look towards a shrill piercing whistle.

They might not help, but extra visibility might deter the attacker.

I’ll also toss A Way with Words on the pile too. It’s a long running NPR-adjacent radio show/podcast about linquistics.

My favorite was a dive they did on the descriptor “like a dead preacher” to refer to an annoying awkward thing to move.

Yes, each generation has words or a style of typing that they grew up or had to adapt to.

IIRC Boomers and Gen Z use more emoji than Gen X and Y.

Millenials grew up with keyboards, so they tend to type full sentences, punctuation, shit like that. With Gen X being a toss-up.

Boomers tend to use formal language, but they suck at distilling their thoughts into something another human person can understand. (Boomer ramblings on Facebook)

Wish I could find the article that broke it down, but search engine sludge makes any question about generations into links to quizzes.

The idea of state cryptids rule. I love that.

Folklore is such a deeply ingrained part of a location; and it’s cool to recognize it. It even reflects and _potentially honors the past of previous Native Legends.

It’s a shame that if it ever catches on nation wide it’s going to be nothing but Bigfoot and Loch Ness analogs, like six states have the mocking bird as their state bird.

My favorite is (IIRC) Charlotte on the phone with Jonathan, she offhandidly tells Angelica “I love you.” and you hear Jonathan say “What?!” on the other line.

“Oh Jonathan, I was talking to Angelica, I don’t tell my employees I love them (walking out of scene) _{atleast not after Anita Hill…}”

I don’t 100% remember if it was Anita Hill, but she namedroped a sexual harassment case. On Rugrats.

(What happened to Hill wasn’t funny, but the set-up and shock of the joke was well done)

My buddy got himself a cat a few years ago. (She adopted him)

I would tease him about becoming a cat person. “I will never become a ‘cat guy’, I’m not going to spoil her. She’s just a barn cat to keep the mice out”

The barn in question was the Mother-in-law house at his folks that he was staying in.

After a few months of us cat owners teasing him, I asked him point blank “have you ever slept in an uncomfortable position as to not disturb your cat?”

After a good half minute pause we got a “err, I mean yeah, I don’t want to disturb her if she’s asleep!”

He became a total cat dad until the day he moved into a dog house and left her with his folks. He still dotes on her when he comes home to visit.

Considering the deaths the average Dwarf in my last fortress suffered. I ain’t touching DF with a ten-foot pole.

A deadly dust forgotton beast broke into the fort through a forgotten cavern access. My military quickly killed it; but before they could step into the Dwarven Bath to rinse off the dust 2/3rds of my fortress was dying of a total body necrotic rot.

Boy if that isn’t my mother to a T.

18, my soon-to-be-first-girlfriend was hosting a party.

I still have a fondness for coconut rum and sprite and big naturals.