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Haha, I have hops and they are like cancer. I am never going to get rid of them, every time I dig a bunch of them up they send new shoots up all over the place. It’s worse than ivy.

Haha, I have hops and they are like cancer. I am never going to get rid of them, every time I dig a bunch of them up they send new shoots up all over the place. It’s worse than ivy.

My garden got away from me, too. I’m totally overworked at the moment and never got around to putting anything in. It’s a gigantic mess of weeds, thistles, volunteer flowers, overgrown herbs etc. It’s crawling with bees and insects and birds.

It’s a feature, not a bug. You can take them out to work on underground infrastructure, or even it out if there’s a slump, and replace the same materials, instead of having to jackhammer shit up and pour new concrete/asphalt.

Jeg går på udforskning i selvgjortvelgjort :)

Jeg er en af kvinderne også og er enig i det med memes og den gode tone.

Den gode tone er nok det allervigtigste. I min erfaring er kvinder mere tilbøjelige til at diskutere deres oplevelser og erfaringer, og forholde sig til informationer ud fra deres personlige baggrund eller netværkets. Altså at relatere og reflektere ud fra det personlige som meningsskabelse.

Hvis man støder sammen med typen der nedgør dette som meningsløse “anekdata” og kræver at man skal præsentere en evidensbaseret argument med fodnoter for at kunne have en mening på nettet, så er det megatræls. Der skal ikke meget af det “du har en forkert holdning på internettet!” før man begynder at grundigt overveje sine ord, slette posts, og til sidst at skride.

Jeg er personligt ligeglad med kæledyr, jeg er mere til “se mine have og de kartofler jeg selv har dyrket” og følger det på engelsk. Jeg savner det fra et lokalt klima, men ved ikke hvor meget efterspørgsel der er.

If a parking enforcement person goes by at 9.45 and sees it set to, say 10.15, you have a problem.

I agree, the diabetic foot ulcers are fairly tame until wet necrosis sets in.

Cancer wounds are worse in my experience. The little old ladies who don’t go to the doctor until their breast looks like burnt bloody cauliflower and have been bandaging with toilet tissue or old tea towels for ages so you have to fish around in old macerated tissue to get all the threads and clumps out.

Oh, you just gave me flashbacks. The closest I can come to describing it is rotting lilies.

I think rotten eggs are worse though.