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Interesting stuff, if a bit hysterical as pointed out. It's quite exciting to still be seeing these mad shifts in palaeoarchaeology, though it's a bit troublesome making grand explanations out of tiny sample sizes. This is a jawbone and a tooth.
I remember reading Don Johanson's book about Lucy, and how she was the oldest complete skeleton ever found (>3m years). They found 40% of her bones.
It's an all hominins are apes but not all apes are hominins kind of deal.
There are apes, then a smaller set of apes called hominids (or Great Apes; chimps, Damon Albarn, humans) and then a smaller set called hominins which basically covers not-very-chimp-like early humans right up to Homo Sapiens.
"Let's discuss!" Eight shares, one comment, hahaha.
I haven't promoted anyone yet, but I think mk's right in that it probably wouldn't take much for me to do so. Even just a friendly comment from a new user - enough to know they're not a spam bot, really - would get a promotion from me. I can't remember what the limits are, though - how many people can you promote, again?
Also, unless someone actually says they're knew, it's unlikely one would even think to promote them. Would it be possible/wise for new users to have some sort of flair perhaps invisible to themselves? I was going to say a different colour username but that would conflict with the follow dynamic. Anyway, it's probably unnecessary.
Anyway, global was a nightmare before the new system.
I'll elaborate a bit because you made the effort to type up a long comment and I didn't do the same.
The direct approach is obviously the better and less schoolchildish, and I get the merits and respectfulness of honesty. But while I'm no Don Juan, I'm not entirely innocent either. Why, just last year I had a disastrous relationship with a friend! And, actually, on a serious note, that makes me a bit more apprehensive about doing anything; I'm worried abouthat this could just be another brief infatuation that'll pass as soon as it came on, and while I'm on good terms with that other friend, it upset her a lot and permanently changed the nature of our relationship. I don't want that with this friend, y'know? Neither do I want to end up hurting her or permanently have it hanging in the back of my mind when we talk.
It's not just the typical ball-lessness of the friendzone. I mean there's that too, let's be real. But I'm also genuinely confused. Someone said to me once that when you get involved with a friend, it's not exactly like your relationship has "evolved", but almost like you now have two concurrent ones. And more to the point, I feel both friendly toward her and something more, and those emotions overlap and conflict in weird ways. So I'm not even sure what I want, to a certain degree.
So why do anything at all? Maybe only because one cannot leave a story unturned!
As you can see, I excel at justifying my cowardice.
Whoa, kleinbl00, you're not actually supposed to read Samuel Johnson, you're just supposed to use his wittiest comments! I love the thought that great figures of literature and history were basically just party boys and today they're revered.
"Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men. But he who aspires to be a hero, must drink brandy."
It's like I'm painting the Forth Bridge! This is probably the final coat downstairs, though, so things are nearly wrapping up here. I'm quite excited to be finished, but also scared; I'll have way more free time to concentrate on other things, but I'll only be working part-time in the pub otherwise and I'm scared of feeling like a waste of space. I'd better hit the ground running. Maybe literally. Also time to really start writing instead of talking about how I'm too tired to do so!
I have fully admitted to myself that I fancy my best friend. Acceptance is the first step to recovery, right? It's weird; I'm both really looking forward to seeing her next week, and dreading it. I'm going to try confiding in her sister for advice and to scope things out. But I'm not very optimistic; the likely outcomes are making a move and losing my friend, or not doing anything and being tortured (and losing my friend in another way all the same). Que melodrame!
It's her birthday next week, and she's having a wee dinner on the actual day, Thursday, then going out dancing on Saturday. I managed to swing the Saturday night off at some expense to myself, and was very much excited about enjoying the couple of days down there. Then yesterday my dad drops on me that he's expecting a container of pipe around then and needs me to help, which in itself is fine but does put a wrench in my plans. The kicker is, he doesn't know when - it could be any day between Thursday and Tuesday, so I'm praying it lands favourably and I can go for the few days rather than just one of the evenings. But I suppose if that's how it goes, that's how it goes.
I'm reading a book by William Gibson about funky cyber sunglasses. Does anyone else feel like most sci-fi books are just crimmies set in the future? Not a bad thing, just not always my thing. It's actually kind of funny because it's set in what was then the distant year of 2005. Hey, at least he predicted the black US President bit.
I turned 25 on Sunday and woke up with a bald patch and lower back pain. Waiting on the memory loss now.