“Apart from the side-mounted railguns, I demand very little from my car but that it get me around in reasonable comfort and dubious safety.”— J Greely, who has completely forgotten when, where, or why he said this
…I might as well add visuals (“Hi, Scott!”). Everything’s better with Liz Phair.
Funny thing about living 20 minutes from the Pacific Ocean: there’s no evidence of an eclipse-in-progress, thanks to the heavy overcast this time of year. I might see some sunshine around 1pm. Maybe.
Know a family with an “active” small child? Dislike them? Then convince them to buy this coffee table; what could go wrong?
Jean-François Draime (b 1795) married Marie Madeleine Lallemand (b 1800) and had ten children with her that we know of. Marie died at the beginning of 1835, and younger sister Mary Catherine (b 1809) helped him through this difficult time. So effective was her help that she was about three months pregnant when he married her on February 24th, given that the first of their six children together was born on September 2nd.
(some trees have a wife before Marie, but then again, they have Mary’s second kid being born in Ohio two months before their ship reached America; it looks like the 1835 kid didn’t live to make the trip, and likely the 9-year-old and 5-year-old sons (scribble and Albert) listed in the ship’s log died young as well, since they’re not in anyone’s trees)
In 1837, the family moved from Belgium to Ohio, settling in Frenchtown. A year and a half later, daughter Marie Christine became the (possibly second) wife of Jean-Pierre Bergé. They allegedly had 22 children, but since Marie Christine would have been in her fifties for the last four, I suspect data-quality issues.
mumble years ago, my mother actually went to Frenchtown and got a copy of the Barger/Barga/Bergé family book, but it got boxed up in a move and hasn’t resurfaced yet. Fortunately, by combining DNA matches with family trees, ancestry.com has provided pretty decent confirmation that Jean-François and Marie Madeleine were my fourth-great grandparents. Five of my great-great grandparents are still dead ends (Switalski, Nowak, Michalek, French, and Snyder), so eventually someone will have to do some actual field work. And learn Polish.
(a lot of the online family trees get pretty iffy before around 1850, with mismatches, duplicates, mis-merges, and impossible parentages (pro tip: when both parents died years before a child was born, something ain’t right), but the DNA testing provides a nice sanity check)
From now on, I will call the packs of unhinged violent Leftists who label themselves “Antifa” by their proper name, “Transfa”. To call them anything else would be misdiagnosing, which is even worse than misgendering.
Ponytails apparently protect anime girls from being stripped and molested… as frequently, anyway. There were lots of acceptable candidates in the first N pages of search results, and I could have kept going if it hadn’t been for the cheesy porn ads and the cheesier page-reformatting to annoy you into allowing the really obnoxious (and likely malware-ridden) ads through.
“When are you buttheads gonna learn that you can’t
oppose Gestapo tactics with Gestapo tactics?”
— Reuben Flagg