My mom once told me that, in her youth, you could ask whether smoking weed was okay in an environment by saying “is it cooool?” stretching out the word and making a sort of fish swimming motion with your hand.
I don’t know whether that’s true, nor - if so - how widespread it was. Probably it’s not still accurate in any case.
I’m hoping you mean fake ones.
I need to print something to repair my garage door rail. I have no idea how to get started on measuring that.
That’s okay, though. I also need to fix my 3d printer before I can get started on the other project.
My dad died at 77, but I assure you he was extraordinary, rather than average.
Back near where I grew up, there was a farm that offered the same thing, but with sheep. I always wondered how one would breed for that.
I feel like “giving” is another good question here.
Same for the first - perhaps our breakages were in a similar timeframe.
Re: the last, this is wisdom you should be sure to pass on to others.
Holy crap, two days with a broken bone? Mine was very visibly broken - wobbly with a U shape in the middle. I’m glad I didn’t have to endure that for two days; I’m sorry you did.
No, I just held it by the narrow end so that the bottom - the wider end - was pointed upward. It was the last day of school and I had come up with a game to celebrate.
The game was, my two brothers and I would stand in a triangle holding traffic cones like this. Holding them upside down exposed the hollow interior.
Our dad would stand in the middle of the triangle and throw a super bouncy ball like this as hard as he could against the driveway so that it would rise far into the air as he got out of the way.
As soon as he was out of the way, my brothers and I would run around with our upside-down traffic cones, trying to catch the ball in their hollow interiors.
That sounds rather frightening and uncomfortable. My condolences.
I was trying to catch a super bouncy ball in an inverted traffic cone and tripped on a drainage device on the edge of my driveway, then my brother did the same and landed on my arm.
Whether it was broken before or after he landed on it depends on whether you ask him or me.
Nah, sorry for the confusion. Age seven was when I broke my arm. I don’t know what my wife was doing at the time.
I think I’m satisfied with where I stand now, but it was very kind of you to offer.
Glad you enjoyed it! I didn’t figure anyone would care, even thought I might get some downvotes. Therefore, I do appreciate you letting me know.
Many years ago, I think seven but maybe more, I was on a trip with my wife. We were staying at a B&B. One of the nights she went out and I stayed in. I was not familiar with the room but was walking around it with nary a concern on my mind; as a result, when I rounded the coffee table, I casually swung my off foot with the turn, which brought my foot under the edge of the loveseat.
Turns out, there was a 4x4 support exactly in the path of said swing and I had mashed my toes into it with the full force of casual walking turn. I don’t remember how much noise I made, but I don’t think it was quiet. Recovery for that was basically just limping and complaining for the rest of the trip.
Later, three years ago, I broke my other - before this event, good - ankle in a fall. I went to the hospital and had it surgically addressed. (Incidentally, I actually made less noise than you might expect when all of this happened.)
Now, I’m not often in a position where the best way to pass the time is to hang my head and stare at my naked toes, but it does happen. When it does, I notice that the toes on my right foot (the broken ankle one) are wonderfully straight, aligned parallel to each other, just generally how I imagine healthy toes.
On the left foot - the one that kicked a solid, fixed piece of wood - the toes turn every which way, few or none pointing the same direction; one of them goes fairly straight, then suddenly veers off on a new adventure after the last knuckle; one has a misshapen nail; one has a non-rounded toetip. They don’t hurt or (IMHO) look particularly ugly and they’re still functional, but they’re not the visually idealized version of toes.
I have no idea how my toes looked before either circumstance, so maybe this was always the way, but I always wonder if the left toes got misaligned because I never sought medical attention for it; whether the right ones are so straight because they lined them up in surgery; or maybe some combination of the two.
Anyway, I assume this is the kind of response you were looking for when you made a post about toe stubbing.
Lemmy uses markdown, so almost any “how” question can be answered by looking up “how to x in markdown.”
For example, the first DDG result for “how to post an image in markdown”: https://www.digitalocean.com/community/tutorials/markdown-markdown-images
I believe she was 40 in 1987.