I leave my house for work...
#In my headphones play "Bravo - This City"...
The sun is shining brightly.
And suddenly I hear a familiar smell, the one from distant memories...
A mixture of linden blossoms and tea rose.
I got sick twice that year with a loss of sense of smell, and only a year later, the smell started coming back!!!
Hooray, I am happy again!!! :)
#*and goosebumps running down my skin*
P.S. All the perfume smelled like alcohol, coffee smelled like garbage, and roast meat smelled like turmeric.
I leave my house for work...
British scientists (hussars, silence!) have come up with a simple and ingenious thing. So simple and ingenious, it's a wonder no one has thought of it before. They took a British pre-morbid brain scan database, compared it to those who had had covid, and invited those who had had brain scans before the disease to do so again, then compared the scans. They also compared the scans with a control group that had not been sick.
It turned out that the people who had covid had significant gray matter loss in:
- the hippocampal gyrus (the region of the brain associated with memory encoding)
- Orbitofrontal cortex (region associated with cognitive functions and decision making)
- Insular lobe (emotions and consciousness)
- Anterior cingulate cortex (decision-making, empathy, regulation of the heart)
- supracerebral gyrus (speech processing)
- temporal lobe (visual memory, long-term memory, language processing, emotion)
The medics, based on this study, are once again urging everyone to get vaccinated.
- I'm not saying he did the right thing or not, I'm saying I understand him.
As I said before, children are the main headache for the seller of the sex store. Usually they get pregnant on their own, to prove their coolness to their friends, of course. And you go gray. But there are also customers who try to come in with a child. No, no and no. You can't!
Just once I've broken that law. March 8th, it's late afternoon, I'm tired, waiting to close the door and lie down. A man walks in with a boy about 6 or 7 years old. I run towards him, shouting that you can't bring children, about the law, the article.
- Girl, you know, it's night, how can I leave him alone on the street? Well, we have to congratulate my mother.... Well, i-....
I see the man's either messed up or... Whatever. I'm a relationship guy. I'm a relationship guy. I'm a relationship guy. I let him take responsibility. I let the kid sit at my computer, at a high desk, so he could watch cartoons and not look around. Talking to my daddy. Daddy says he's a delivery guy, he couldn't make it to the 23rd, he's not able to make it, his wife is pouting, something didn't work out with the present, well, in short, we have to save him. We find it out, we propose... A history of being a shy, "threadbare" mom, but he'd like something to start with.... Stosh, painting him different light versions of romance with massage oils, edible body paint, sniffing perfume, that sort of thing. In the background, my son is whining about wanting to go to the bathroom.
- Just wait till you get home, there's no toilet here! - Dad couldn't take it anymore.
- Dad, they've got a toilet over there! - The kid yells. And he points to the back of the store where our bathroom is hidden behind the windows. How did you know that? - Dad and I both reacted at the same time.
- I thought I'd caught one of the bastards who'd been terrorizing me and my partner for the last month with their raids, and I was going to tell my dad everything!!!!!!
- And I came here with my mother! -
- And i came here with my mama!
- And i came here with my mama!
- Oh, shit.
- So, what was she buying?!
- The kid walks confidently to the window and points to the gorgeous white ponytail.
For the unsophisticated, the ponytail isn't attached, it's inserted.)
- When the fuck...?! -
- Daddy's neck turned red
- Well, the week before yesterday
- About February 23rd ....
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Damn, I probably should have offered a whip, but they ran away so fast.
Anyway, keep your kids away from sex stores
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Olga Martysheva denies that the final exam was influenced by the young man's appearance. She said that the State Examination Commission only evaluated the student's knowledge.
"This was said with humor. The decision was made collectively by the State Examination Commission for the defense of the thesis and the answers to the questions of the commission."
The guy himself also commented on the situation.
The other day Amanda Eckstein and Phil Werner from the United States organized a "pregnant" photo shoot to celebrate the soon to be added to the family. For the photo shoot, they brought some of their horses so that the animals would stand beautifully in the background. But a horse named Buckshot was clearly not satisfied with the role of a mere crowd pleaser.
After the first few shots, the horse moved away from the background and stood next to his owners. Moreover, he reacted to the photographer's joke: "Well, at least give me a smile," and Buckshot really did!
According to the photographer, it was so unexpected that none of the participants of the shoot could contain their laughter. But it was even funnier to look at the pictures afterwards.
The story has nothing to do with knives, but an interesting thought I voiced to an acquaintance of mine from England, and I would like to write about it, since we are talking about racism.
My relative married an Englishman, a very nice guy, no arrogance, loves her and in general respects Russia and adores the culture.
But there is one weakness: the issue of racism. As a classic liberal, he gets fired up quickly, loses logic when it comes to the oppression of blacks, Asians and Arabs, and feels it is his duty to teach people to be more tolerant. There was a holiday, we were sitting with a large group of us, and we were talking about BLM, and how he can't understand why white people won't admit how black people were "oppressed." To which I told him this (A - Englishman):
I - Friend, why should we in Russia feel guilty before them?
A - How? Slavery, racism for decades. Don't you feel responsibility?
Me - Stop, you speak for the British and Americans. And in Russia we never brought blacks, except for Pushkin's ancestors. And even then his family was given titles, and Pushkin in general - a national hero, I would say an icon of literature. So why should I feel ashamed?
A - We, as whites, are collectively responsible. The history of the Negro is written in blood, as are the Arabs.
Me - You're a strange man. Did you know that there was slavery in Russia too? What's more, it was 10 times longer and in some places harsher than in the US. And it ended later....
A - See, you see, you realize that...
I'm sorry to interrupt, but let me finish: we had serfdom. You've read Tolstoy, right? War and Peace? I'm sure you remember about the servants. You just didn't pay much attention, thinking it was like your servants in England. Now, you know that the nobles had their own serfs, whom they sold, bought, beat, and forced to work for free, and treated them no more than things, right? And these peasants are my ancestors. And almost everyone here is exactly the same descendants of real "white slaves. After 1917 there were practically no noblemen left, during the revolution they were all either shot or they themselves migrated. We are the only Whites in the history of existence who have not imported slave labor from other countries. So why should I feel ashamed of myself? You are different. Your kin may have enjoyed the benefits of their civilization by robbing and killing Negroes somewhere, but those are the sins of your ancestors, and ours have suffered for a hundred generations of Negroes, so don't touch us.
He didn't believe me at first, thought I was joking, but no, it turned out to be true. He no longer argues with me about racism)
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I had an incident. Went for a walk with a dachshund at the dog park.
She's running around, frolicking. I am next to her reading a book. Everything was good. Until one moment...
All I see is my dog skipping over the fence and running away, just his heels flashing.
Yeah, there was a hole in the fence.
I follow it, but I can't find it.
Suddenly I see a bunch of kids standing around the house throwing something.
I thought, what if they found my dog?
And I was right. They were throwing rocks at her, and she, poor thing, climbed into the recess of the house (I don't know what that thing is called).
I said, what are you doing?! Stop it quick!
What do you want? Go mother, where you were going!
Why mom, still do not understand, given that I, then in my 20s and smaller in height them all.
Me: It's my dog! Get away quickly! I'll call the police! And then...
Before I could finish my sentence...
P: And what are you going to do to me? I'm not 14, and over there is my mother ( and points to the balcony on the first floor, where some woman is smoking.
I took my dog, carrying him in my arms. And then a stone flew to my back, it hurt.
Me: Well, come out the one who threw the stone at me. Let's talk!
P: Now my mother will come out!
Well, well. Maybe at least she will calm the children.
And out comes a woman, I do not know, such neither after, not "before", did not see.
In a housecoat, with a cigarette in her mouth and slippers on her feet. I did not have enough curlers.
B: Baba, I-I, P-adolescent.
B: Why are you yelling at the kids?
Me: Why are they maiming my dog?
B: And they didn't know it was your dog!
Me: So you let them mutilate other animals?
B: We have plenty of strays as it is! and let the kids "play."
P: Yeah, we didn't want to hit the dog, we were throwing him a ball.
Yeah, out of a rock.
B: See?! I have good kids!
Me: And you wanted to play ball with me, too? I got a rock in the back.
B: It was an accident. And in general, stay out of it! Go away from here, into your yard.
I did not leave, I gave the dog to my friend, and I called the police on minors.
Time passes and she shows up again, yelling why I called the police! After all, we had a "normal conversation" with her.
I left, did what I could. How it ended - I do not know.
Don't hurt the animals.
A conversation with my daughter of six:
- Dad, it's 8 p.m. and it's still light.
- Yeah, it's the longest day of the year in a week.
- When, when is the longest day of the year?
- A week from now, on Monday.
- Really the longest day of the year?
- Yes, then the shortest night.
- Oh, no! Why not? I'm going to be exhausted at daycare, and then I won't have time to sleep either.
Such big problems for a little person.
The producers of the new version of Anne Boleyn should have offered this role to Zoe Saldana. If she could easily cope with characters of color, it would not have been difficult for her to play the queen in white makeup. At the same time she would have been the only actress to play several colored roles - black, white, blue and green.
The picture was already on peekaboo, but in a different context.
Danish defender Simon Kjaer has helped Christian Eriksen who collapsed during the match against Finland (0-1) at Euro 2020.
#The captain, seeing Eriksen fall unconscious in the 43rd minute, has taken measures to prevent the tongue to fall into the airway. The captain saw Eriksen fall unconscious in the 43rd minute and took steps to prevent his tongue from trapping in his airway.
P. S. Eriksen is in the hospital. He is conscious and his condition is stable.
Soccer Against Racism in Europe (FARE) harshly criticized the whistling of Russian fans to the action "Black lives matter" (Black Lives Matter), reports "SE".
The association believes that this sign is a clear racist signal.
"It is regrettable and disappointing that the Russian team fans booed the Belgian team players who kneeled. The gesture is a progressive symbol calling for racial equality. Whistling in response to the kneeling is a symbol of extreme disrespect and, in our opinion, sends a racist message.