ABSTRUSIONS: A Bohemian hangout.

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I don't even want to be in the same room with ouzo. I had an American sergeant married to a Turkish belly dancer pour me some back in the day. Gawd, it was terrible! On the other hand, the dancer was okaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy . . . !

I'll take yours then. I love ouzo.
 
No one EVER has Diet Dr. Pepper. I love the stuff!

Today, a hot toddy would be most appreciated. Extra hot. Helps my raw throat. :(

Ok, I'll go work out and warm myself up for you ;)

(yes, I'm going to make a joke about my name being Todd every time someone asks for a hot Toddy)
 
For, naturally!

Thanks, Tx.

Yeah, things are OK. I'm struggling with the last two things on my education, the infamous Javaproject and the exam essay. The latter is currently being re-written because the man who's in charge of criticizing the language part of the essay is a b-y old grinch, who nitpicks at everything. I'm so tired of it all that by now I'm basically just changing the essay in whatever way he wants, just to be rid of it. Heck, if he wants me to change its title to Thirsty, thirsty hippo, I'm game.

I've gotten me a work as an interpreter for the municipality, which is exciting and fun, and full of surprises. I've translated for lawyers, doctors, teachers, and even a royalty! I love this job...:D
One thing about it is that it can be upsetting sometimes, like when I interpreted for a woman who had just received the confirmation that she had HIV, or when I translated for a man who, I'm 100% certain, will be sent back to his home country to face torture and imprisonment or perhaps be executed.
It makes me realize how lucky and privileged I really am. It's good to be reminded about this every now and then, to stay humble.
 
For, naturally!

Thanks, Tx.

Yeah, things are OK. I'm struggling with the last two things on my education, the infamous Javaproject and the exam essay. The latter is currently being re-written because the man who's in charge of criticizing the language part of the essay is a b-y old grinch, who nitpicks at everything. I'm so tired of it all that by now I'm basically just changing the essay in whatever way he wants, just to be rid of it. Heck, if he wants me to change its title to Thirsty, thirsty hippo, I'm game.

I've gotten me a work as an interpreter for the municipality, which is exciting and fun, and full of surprises. I've translated for lawyers, doctors, teachers, and even a royalty! I love this job...:D
One thing about it is that it can be upsetting sometimes, like when I interpreted for a woman who had just received the confirmation that she had HIV, or when I translated for a man who, I'm 100% certain, will be sent back to his home country to face torture and imprisonment or perhaps be executed.
It makes me realize how lucky and privileged I really am. It's good to be reminded about this every now and then, to stay humble.

A, the infamous exit essay. Yes, a grumpy prof can literally kill you for life or at the very least drive you insane.

Translating sounds like fun. The way I butcher English with my Texican, I sometimes need an interpreter. Giving people bad news is never fun in any language.

Yeah, everyone needs a wake up call to reality ever so often. Too bad more people don't get them.
 
A group of refugees was placed in a community near my town recently. The rednecks of the place were in uproar, creating racistic groups on facebook, etc. The open-minded and rather more sane people of the community responded by creating a group FOR the new Swedes, and wrote little stories about their meetings with the newcomers and how well they got along, how nice the new people were, and one even created a T-shirt with an anti-racistic logo on it, expressing how the wearer was FOR immigrants and refugees in the neighborhood. Loads of people ordered it.

Me, I met two of the new Swedes in my line of work, a young couple, very sweet. Just what that community needs. Nice young people, eager to get a job and start a family.

And if we're very lucky, this might put a stop to the inbreeding in that area...:rolleyes:
 
A group of refugees was placed in a community near my town recently. The rednecks of the place were in uproar, creating racistic groups on facebook, etc. The open-minded and rather more sane people of the community responded by creating a group FOR the new Swedes, and wrote little stories about their meetings with the newcomers and how well they got along, how nice the new people were, and one even created a T-shirt with an anti-racistic logo on it, expressing how the wearer was FOR immigrants and refugees in the neighborhood. Loads of people ordered it.

Me, I met two of the new Swedes in my line of work, a young couple, very sweet. Just what that community needs. Nice young people, eager to get a job and start a family.

And if we're very lucky, this might put a stop to the inbreeding in that area...:rolleyes:

I hate to be the one to say it but it will most likely take the death of a generation before the inbreeding ends. Been there, seen that. You can see it here on lit with people like Amicus and JBJ. I'm old but I have a little common sense and a wide view of the world.

Hopefully, things will get better all over as well as there.
 
There's a case of Old Rolling Rock around here somewhere. That is if DP ain't already drank it.

Long time no see or hear or read for that matter. :rose: :kiss:

Hello handsome:kiss: I've been lurking on FB. Trying to write.
 
Hello handsome:kiss: I've been lurking on FB. Trying to write.

FB :eek:

I procrastinate too much here as it is. I'd never get anything done if I hung out there.

Trying to Write? Ever so often I get spurts of that. Uh, no pun intended. :cool:
 
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