#NotAllPorridge
A geologist and archaeologist by training, a nerd by inclination - books, films, fossils, comics, rocks, games, folklore, and, generally, the rum and uncanny… Let’s have it!
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#NotAllPorridge
Fauxhammad.
They’re discussing hair loss products on Radio 4 now, including minoxidil.
I can’t speak to he effectiveness of the medication (as I am letting my hairline slide down towards my back) but this story is about minoxidil being powerful enough to make adjacent babies hairy… 🤔
TIL: !cunkposting@lemmy.world is an actual community. Subbed.
Seventh time lucky 🤞
The previous owners must have been very narrow people.
This whole saga brings into focus a few things. Most obviously, it really enhances the fact that our actual moon does not have a name at all. Mars’ moons Phobos and Deimos have names, all the planets have names, including exoplanets that only go by their automatically generated ones, and even the sun has a name. We don’t call the sun, “star,” so why is our moon just “moon?”
In some ways, Moony McMoonface is too good a name for a quasi-moon, perhaps we name our moon Moony McMoonface, Moon for short. Problem solved.
It’s worse than that - the scorpion might stick to its promise but hops off half-way across to be replaced by a far less amiable scorpion.
That link… 🤌
Works too:
I don’t wish to opine on safety for work as it is filled to the brim with single entendres.
A digital picket line would apply to journalists working from home, not consumers. During the Miner’s Strike, I don’t remember anyone stopped using coal in solidarity.
That said, I have no objections to a boycott.
“The site was likely the centre of a significant estate in the later Roman period, and its owners must have extracted a great deal of labour and surplus from the local farming communities to fund their luxury lifestyle,” added Dr Roberts.
Some things never change.
Off with his head!
Not until I’ve finished my tea and toast, you don’t!
Great pick.
I’ve grabbed a handful of these compact editions as they hit a sweet spot of content and price, so you can dish them out to people who might be interested.
Well that’s shit.
Seems like a case for Holly Fairhead, Northern Detective, in The Case of the Unsavoury Savouries. The blockbuster sequel to Trouble at Treacle Mine.
Coming soon: What’s Up Me Duck? A thrilling tale of drug smuggling using waterfowl.
And you’d know all about profit.
I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter seem to have no bother. Perhaps it’s just Big Milk at work.