The countries and territories that use the Fahrenheit scale are: United States, Bahamas, Cayman Islands, Liberia, Palau, The Federated States of Micronesia, and the Marshall Islands
Best anyways for water conservation. But... baths are kind of gross. Stewing a tub of my own filth vs. a shower... I'll take a shower any day (which I do, stank you very much). Renovating a house at the moment that had a cast iron tub. Nothing nice or worth restoring, or I would have. Had to take an angle grinder and cut it into 6 pieces so that I could move it. Even then, each piece was ridiculously heavy. No wonder the floor sagged under it.
Once upon a time, over 20 years ago, I lived in the Dominican Republic for about a year. Needed a new belt one day. Came home with a brand new, spiffy looking, Bogle Boy leather belt. Literally took me weeks before I realized it didn't say Bugle Boy (which is a brand that existed, was big in a span of the '90's, then completely disappeared). It was a nice fake... but I was too embarrassed to wear it since the lettering was clearly visible. What's kind of weird is the reasoning behind the misspelling. Like... why? I also most definitely owned fake Vuarnet and Ocean Pacific clothing at the time, which had legit looking labels with proper spelling on the shirts, it was just the internal label which indicated that it was clearly made by other companies. So why bother with a misspelling, especially for clothing in countries where counterfeit isn't going to be punished? Basically what I'm saying I guess is that if you're going to clearly do a ripoff counterfeit, just go all the way. Nobody wants something that says Bogle Boy or Cailv Kailun.
Once upon a time, I had a job located in a large skyscraper. The series of doors to enter were HUGE revolving doors, made up of 4 clear, glass panels which I would guess were 6' wide x 14' high each (1.8m x 4.2m). Mornings are routine when working, and walking through the front door of the building you work at just becomes an instinctive movement as part of the morning, before caffeine has taken full effect. There's no conscious thought involved. Well, one day, for a reason I'll never know, one of the glass panels in one of the revolving doors was removed. I walked into my quadrant of the revolving door and proceed to put a lot of weight on the glass panel in front of me to keep the door rotating. But that panel wasn't there, so instead I fell forward, my coffee spilling everywhere, while I tumbled around like I was in a washing machine, watched and laughed at by those going through the door in their own quadrants, until I was spit out the other side. If I saw this happen to somebody else, it would obviously be hilarious. Having it happen to oneself however was quite unpleasant. Possibly traumatic. Large, clear glass doors are just dangerous. Not only while both open and closed, but also when they are not even there apparently.
Right on! Agreed. I don't own a lot of 'stuff', but what I do own is pretty top notch in the quality department and will last many years, if not a lifetime. I could easily afford to fill my home with all the 'temporary wants' that come to mind during the day, but in the end that just doesn't float my boat. Even used, quality goods are infinitely better than mass-produced crap. It's unfortunate most people these days don't really realize it, and just look for the lowest price tag. I have to take my garbage to a landfill every few weeks. It's a damn depressing site what a wasteful society we are. Granted, it took me awhile to figure it out as well I suppose. Difficult to stop, take a look around, and figure out the obvious dysfunctions when you're inundated by them as the norm. I could use some Pacific Ocean island time. South Pacific. A jaunt back to French Polynesia would be great right about now, in the midst of winter in Canaderp. Ha, how's that for environmental hypocrisy? I can talk shit about our disposable, polluting society, but I'll hop on a plane and travel the world any chance I get. Well, any chance I get that isn't timed in the midst of a global pandemic.
IKEA, polluting the world with cheap, disposable furniture for decades. Once upon a time, furniture was stuff that was built to last. Then the mass market appeal of cheap IKEA hit and people just change their furniture whenever they decide they want a style change. Not only that, but you may as well have a style change in the short term future, because that'll be around the time that the furniture starts to break in unfixable ways. Since this tiny house is a rebrand, maybe it'll hold up well. But DAMN do I ever hate IKEA. Cheap garbage, and yet people seem to think it's all fine and normal to own their disposable, glued together, particle board furniture, for the short term that they last... then just toss it in the garbage and off to landfill it goes!!! My opinion... 100% from owning IKEA furniture, as well as the experiences of friends and family who have IKEA pieces.
Uuuugh, that's a phrase that I've never thought about before, it's just always been in my lexicon since I've always heard it. BUT, after it just being pointed out, "how come?" is damn cringeworthy!!! Those two words together don't make any sense without the full "how did it come to that" phrasing. It's nonsensical gibberish, or it should be without our ingrained knowledge of what it's come to mean. Shit. That's buried deep in my vocab as well. This'll be something that annoys me each time I catch myself saying it now. "Why?" serves the purpose in such a simpler manner that you have to wonder how "how come" ever even became an ingrained/accepted slang.
Renovating a house at the moment that had a cast iron tub. Nothing nice or worth restoring, or I would have. Had to take an angle grinder and cut it into 6 pieces so that I could move it. Even then, each piece was ridiculously heavy. No wonder the floor sagged under it.
It was a nice fake... but I was too embarrassed to wear it since the lettering was clearly visible. What's kind of weird is the reasoning behind the misspelling. Like... why? I also most definitely owned fake Vuarnet and Ocean Pacific clothing at the time, which had legit looking labels with proper spelling on the shirts, it was just the internal label which indicated that it was clearly made by other companies. So why bother with a misspelling, especially for clothing in countries where counterfeit isn't going to be punished? Basically what I'm saying I guess is that if you're going to clearly do a ripoff counterfeit, just go all the way. Nobody wants something that says Bogle Boy or Cailv Kailun.
If I saw this happen to somebody else, it would obviously be hilarious. Having it happen to oneself however was quite unpleasant. Possibly traumatic.
Large, clear glass doors are just dangerous. Not only while both open and closed, but also when they are not even there apparently.
I could use some Pacific Ocean island time. South Pacific. A jaunt back to French Polynesia would be great right about now, in the midst of winter in Canaderp. Ha, how's that for environmental hypocrisy? I can talk shit about our disposable, polluting society, but I'll hop on a plane and travel the world any chance I get. Well, any chance I get that isn't timed in the midst of a global pandemic.
Since this tiny house is a rebrand, maybe it'll hold up well. But DAMN do I ever hate IKEA. Cheap garbage, and yet people seem to think it's all fine and normal to own their disposable, glued together, particle board furniture, for the short term that they last... then just toss it in the garbage and off to landfill it goes!!! My opinion... 100% from owning IKEA furniture, as well as the experiences of friends and family who have IKEA pieces.
Shit. That's buried deep in my vocab as well. This'll be something that annoys me each time I catch myself saying it now. "Why?" serves the purpose in such a simpler manner that you have to wonder how "how come" ever even became an ingrained/accepted slang.