Born in FL and moved to CA as a teen. No discernable accent that I've ever been told about. Definitely have regional vernacular split pretty well between the two states though. And maybe @Aetius can help me out since he used to live in LA. WTF is with the weather temps? Whatever temp it says on the thermometer feels at least 10* hotter. It was high 50s and overcast this morning which usually would mean I'm in jeans/hoodie but I was in shorts and a t-shirt and felt comfortable. Sun came out, temps got to the mid 60s and I couldn't get the car AC going fast enough when we got in the car. I've been down here when it's in the 80s and it feels fucking HOT.
Ribs broiled in the oven, growler sized rum and cokes. All is good, and the weather has now cleared up.
Oven ribs are underrated. Big fan of putting them in the Instapot then broiling in the oven to finish.
They were dry rubbed and then put in the sous vide for 24 hours. The bbq or broiler was only to finish off the sauce caramelization. They were amazing.
My daughter, born and raised in New Jersey, pronounces many words in a Minnesota/North Dakota sort of accent. It’s bizarre and endlessly hilarious to my wife and I. I have a pronounced New York/New Jersey accent, but apparently I also have a New Jersey walk also. In the early 90s I went to Wyoming to visit a friend who was going to college in Laramie. On the way back to his place from the airport, we stopped to pick up a few things. At the register, before I could even say anything, the cashier said “you’re from New York, aren’t you?” . Me:”New Jersey, but how did you know? It can’t be the accent, I hadn’t said a word to you “ Cashier: “You walk like you have a New York attitude “
Same. I sound like I would wear a confederate flag bandana over my mullet while I hunt for unattended copper wire to steal. But I would never wear a confederate flag.
Cliches in the wild: I pulled into a gas station yesterday and there was a shiny new Ferrari on the next set of pumps. Gleaming - it looked like it just came off the dealer lot. A paunchy, mostly bald dude, easily in his 60s, gets out. Out slips a girl from the passenger side. Could not have been older than 25, hair and makeup all done up, tiny tank top struggling to restrain boobs that were pushed practically up to her chin, denim shorts that were really just a bikini bottom, with bare feet in a gas station parking lot. She proceeds to nuzzle him as he fills the tank. Is an age-inappropriate escort a standard feature of those cars, or an optional upgrade?
It comes standard. Dude did not even have to try. Now, she will dump his ass in a skinny minute for something better, but he can just move on to the next one. Have you been on Instagram? Girls want to show their titties so bad, or give blowjobs for money and trinkets, or whatever, that they just had a doll and a hashtag that says #breastfeed to keep it from getting deleted. Then something something OnlyFans something profit. And, I'm not even judging them. If some girl has a rocking body, and wants to show it off. And some dude (or dudette) is willing to pay $15 a month to look at it? Go crazy.
You just described why money was invented in the first place. They’re both living their dream: he gets to feel special, she gets to put in zero effort.
I actually almost added to the end of my post, "good for both of them...?" I suppose there's nothing fundamentally wrong with a transactional relationship - I'm guessing Madonna's boyfriend isn't in it for the deep emotional connection either. It does seem soul sucking, though, and not in the fun way.
I watched it happen in real-time, from the day they met to the end of the relationship. It was our dock neighbor, a dentist, and a woman half his age. She moved onto his 55' sportfishing yatch the day after they met. She pranced around in thongs and gave him tons of PDA in front of other people at the marina bar. He looked like you ordered a bad copy of Guy Fieri off alibaba, and it took months to get here, while being damaged in transport. He didn't even have that much money, just a boat worth a couple hundred thousand dollars, another sailboat worth about a hundred grand and enough left over that she didn't have to work. He drove a sensible Volkswagen. They stayed drunk on wine, to be able to stand being around each other, I think. He bought her a little pocketbook dog and jewelry. She hung in there longer than I thought she would, for the easy life.
My foremen is driving me up the wall the past couple days. I am in a weird position, my foremen isn't in my trade so he doesn't know my job. But he is a know it all of the worst kind, and he loves to put his nose in everything. I haven't even been at work for 1.5hours and he has already been around 5 or 6 times poking his nose around. Yesterday was a stat(triple time for me) for us in Canada, he is my foremen for the week, i may just book off for a couple of days so i don't have to deal with him.
Just wait 20-30 years and you'll see these chicks on TikTok ( or whatever social media abomination that comes to power ) bitching because they're single and can't find a man. Speaking of sex dolls, the other night on Family Guy a "RealDoll" was mentioned. Son #1's girlfriend and I are laughing, he and his brother have no clue. Then a moment later I hear, in speaker from both sides of the room: ""Oh Jesus Christ..." In regards to accents... When out of state I've had several people tell me, "You don't sound like you're from NY," and I have to explain we don't all sound like we're from Brooklyn. And thank God, because that accesnt drives me nuts. I recall a teacher talking about our area having a particular accent, but obviously I don't hear it. I think we sound pretty much like you hear on the NBC nightly news. There are a couple interesting accents or way of talking around here where we are though. There's what a co-worker labeled the "ducks", which is hard to explain but it's generally the least educated, white trash in the area. An example would be "Tylenol" but they say "Tynol" but in a weird, almost quacking way. Then just over the border in PA there's a town called Towanda, where people pronounce it "Twanda" and butcher other words such as "water" which they say "wotter", as if one is saying "hotter".
I lived next to a happy ending for one of these, which made me laugh a little. We moved in next to a single mom. The woman was kinda stunning - not really my type with the lots of makeup, fake boobs, and intellectual depth of a wading pool - but undeniably beautiful and clearly one of those people who, a decade earlier, probably stopped conversation in the room when she walked in. We got to know her a little and her much older ex-husband would show up from time to time, who really seemed like a pompous dick. She met a local general contractor who was also dumb as a post, but super kind to her and her insane kid. The guy got beat with the ugly stick and couldn't tell a knock knock joke, but he was patient and nice and generous and could fix anything. They got married and last I knew the dickhead ex-husband's business failed. The contractor out-kicked his coverage by an order of magnitude all for the price of being a decent human being, and her experience really taught her what was important - she really seems devoted to him. I know it's always a joke about people trading on their looks until their looks fade and then they're alone - but I have to think the other side is miserable, too. Getting older and having to pretend to care about some college guy/girl's inane babble until they shut up and fuck you, knowing that it will only last until they get bored, but having developed no relationship skills to actually pursue someone that you might give a shit about.
I have a friend who is an AP History teacher and teaches high school seniors. I asked him if he was ever attracted to a student. He basically said while some of the senior girls are pretty, they still look, act and talk like children even if they're pantomiming what they see from people older than them. There is just no substituting life experience.
Teaching the grandson how.to mansplain things. Btw, did you gals know that "mansplaining" means when a man explains something?
Good job, good job. Make sure you include phrases like "Bitches be like . . ." and "that's how it is, yo"