Somewhere in the fourth decade of the eighteenth century, there landed on the shores of New England, a young Englishman named John Smith. He settled at Brentwood, N.H., and finding another man of the name of John Smith in the neighborhood he changed his name to John Folsham–Folsham being the name of his native place in the old country.

E.
W. Lang, “A Pioneer Preacher,” in Mary E. Neal Hanaford, ed., Meredith, N.H.: Annals and Genealogies (Concord:
The Rumford Press, 1932),

34-35. 

I would like to extend my hearty thanks to Mr. John Smith of Foulsham, Norfolk for giving his descendants a far more traceable name. 

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copperbadge:

spaci1701
replied to your photo “I feel you, Polkadot. I didn’t want to leave the house this morning…”

Because they have siblings and humans and sometimes they just. .. can’t.

ACCEPTABLE. A good reason to sleep with arms over face. 

zorilleerrant
replied to your post “hellenhighwater:
copperbadge replied to your…”

Ooooooh, THAT’s what happens to lottery winners….

Well, lottery winners, like sports stars, face a few unique obstacles that don’t relate to whether the money was “earned”. (I have done some reading on this actually, because I have morbid fascinations.) 

The thing about people who make a lot of money without necessarily having a background in finance or strong financial education – and mostly this is lotto winners and pro athletes, though also sometimes film stars – is that they have to suddenly cope not just with having all this money, but with having all this attention. Family comes out of the woodwork to try and get a piece of it, old friends start calling, that kind of thing, but also the community begins to place demands on them. This is especially true of pro athletes – you start to get people who want you to invest with them, and often you don’t feel that you can say no because these people come from your community, but that doesn’t mean they’re good investments.

Yes, some of it is buying the dream home or the fancy car or going on a shopping spree. But a lot of it is that suddenly they’re shackled with this obligation of carrying everyone else up into wealth with them – but they haven’t had the political, social, or financial education that will allow them to do that while maintaining their own financial stability. That’s not an issue faced by someone who has the business acumen to embezzle money 😀 

butterflyslinky
replied to your post “We’re doing a database audit at work today; basically we’re looking at…”

In terms of workers compensation insurance, the codes do matter, so make sure they’re updated anyway to save yourself the headache later.

Well, this isn’t related to worker’s comp or insurance in any way, but you’re not wrong, the theory still holds – we have to “re-rate” them, so even if the evaluation is the same we re-enter it with a current date, so we know not to look at them again for a few years. 

madamovary
replied to your post “I’m actually kind of *mindblown* about what the anonymous neighbor in…”

the invest-and-return method is SUPER COMMON. it’s barely considered embezzlement. honestly, half the time people enter it into the records of the company of their own volition as some kind of interest-free loan or distribution and just don’t point it out to anyone. if you make a gesture at recording it it becomes sort of not embezzlement even though basic restrictions on intermingling of funds make it an action taken in bad faith if not a crime.

You learn something new about white collar crime every day! Though it doesn’t surprise me that it gets blown off. 

Somday I will write the Great American Crime Novel and I will have to thank you all in my acknowledgements. 😀 

and often you don’t feel that you can say no because these people come from your community, but that doesn’t mean they’re good investments.

If there was one thing I learned from watching Judge Judy, it’s that the supposedly lost values of neighbourliness and extended family are alive and well among the working class, but that in civil court you get to see all the times they go wrong — like about half the cases were “my wife’s second cousin Redflagg was out of work, so we agreed to let him stay with us until he got back on his feet, and we found out when we got the phone bill that he spent his days calling phone sex lines and charging it to us.”

Notorious Chicago towing ‘pirates’ that inspired folk song shut down | CBC Radio

copperbadge:

tygermama:

@copperbadge  is there nothing Chicago isn’t notorious for? XD

Oh, they’ll be back. This happens every few years, their license gets revoked, they fold up, they reopen as a slightly differently named company and back into business they go, or they’re replaced by equally awful bastards. If people are rejoicing they just haven’t lived in Chicago long enough. 😀 

I think the thing is that most things one is “notorious” for involve some kind of particularly egregious corruption, and we BUILT THIS CITY on egregious corruption! 

Notorious Chicago towing ‘pirates’ that inspired folk song shut down | CBC Radio

shelomit:

The original Baptist meetinghouse in Meredith, NH was destroyed sometime in the first few years of the nineteenth century because a woman set it on fire in response to the congregants habitually crowding into her house for warmth between morning and afternoon services. 

“You want fire? I’ll GIVE YOU FIRE!”–Mrs. Morgan, pioneering advocate for the installation of stoves in churches. 

In today’s episode of “Grainy Old movies I Find On YouTube”

Based on a radio show that was popular at the time, this was supposed to
be the first in a series; word has it the property was sunk when HUAC
went after Dashiell Hammett, who had his name on the credits as the
show’s creator even though he didn’t write the scripts. So we just have
this one movie, made by future cult-movie-director William Castle, with a
cast that includes Rock Hudson, Julie London and Marvin Kaplan, all
very early in their careers, and circus clown Emmett Kelly in his first
movie role (I’m pretty sure one of the clown masks in The Killing, which also appears in the opening sequence to The Dark Knight,
is based on Kelly’s face and make-up); and of course J. Scott Smart,
the star of the radio show, as private-eye Brad “The Fat Man” Runyon.

 As always with a lot of these things I watch, I don’t know whether
it’s an objectively good film. It doesn’t seem to know if it’s a comedic
mystery or a film noir: it has too high a body count to be the former,
but it’s not quite gritty and subversive enough for the latter. I do
think it’s worth seeing. Some spoilers ahoy:

 I’d say the
performances are good – even woebegone assistant/comedy sidekick Bill
isn’t too annoying. Anyone who thinks Brad Runyon and Bill are a simple
Nero Wolfe/Archie knockoff isn’t paying attention – Runyon is more like
Archie’s personality in Wolfe’s body: picture a slightly shorter
version of John Candy, with a rakish moustache, some pretty good dance
moves, a tendency to address everyone (including at least two of the
male characters) as “sweetheart,” and no particular qualms about
blackmailing a suspect’s philandering chauffeur for information.  

Rock Hudson is pretty memorable considering his scenes are all
flashback.   Jayne Meadows is good enough for me to feel annoyed that
her character disappears from the narrative, and then that the script  
remembers her existence just long enough to get rid of her. As far as
Julie London’s character goes, my only quibble with the script is that I
can’t see a woman like that giving up hope and going home, not without
hard proof that her husband is dead, no matter how much she trusts
Runyon’s promise to keep her informed on the case. I do believe
that she trusts Runyon – London and Smart have very good non-romantic
chemistry, which is always an interesting thing to see between actors
who aren’t the same sex.  

Kelly plays a clown with a past; it’s
probably not that much of a spoiler, given the genre, to note that the
narrative plays on his face being more familiar to audiences when
thickly covered in white paint. Out of make-up, he has a bit of an
Elisha Cook, Jr. vibe, though he’s a medium-size rather than a small
man. His gestures and body language show his training, whether we can
see his face or not, but he belongs to the noir rather than the comedy
side of the movie.

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dreamsanddabs:

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little-rat-bastard:

venusisfortransbians:

meathorse:

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gaygothur:

gaygothur:

We’re getting pretty close to having adults who weren’t alive during 9/11, and we really need to admit at this point that the overemphasis on 9/11 in the US is just a propaganda machine to indoctrinate the younger generations into nationalism and to justify all the horrible war crimes the US committed in the Middle East, and the continued mistreatment and distrust towards refugees.

Also remember when we were told that “They” attacked “Us” because they “hated our freedom”? That was some of the most blatant and transparent propaganda that was churned out of 9/11.