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I, wait, what?

So, an Essex barrister was stopped four times in one day by people, keeping her from doing her job. Three members of the staff assumed she was a defendant, one citizen assumed she was a journalist.
But what got me was in the article...

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That line, "arrived on Wednesday (local time)"

Wednesday.
Local.
Time.

Is there another calendar running, somewhere, that the day of the week DIFFERS??? I mean, i realize that the last six months all run together, and i have sometimes needed to research what fucking day of the week it actually was ("Honey? Is today pants?" "For the last time, yes, wear pants!"), and i have spent 40 years sometimes having to convert between local and Zulu TIME...

But Local Wednesday is spinning me a tizzy.

Well if she arrived at court on Wednesday at 7am Zulu, it was still Tuesday for readers in Los Angeles.

This post was written on Sunday (local time) in Queensland, Australia.
 
I, wait, what?

So, an Essex barrister was stopped four times in one day by people, keeping her from doing her job. Three members of the staff assumed she was a defendant, one citizen assumed she was a journalist.
But what got me was in the article...

View attachment 29497

That line, "arrived on Wednesday (local time)"

Wednesday.
Local.
Time.

Is there another calendar running, somewhere, that the day of the week DIFFERS??? I mean, i realize that the last six months all run together, and i have sometimes needed to research what fucking day of the week it actually was ("Honey? Is today pants?" "For the last time, yes, wear pants!"), and i have spent 40 years sometimes having to convert between local and Zulu TIME...

But Local Wednesday is spinning me a tizzy.

Hm. That is odd. But even odder is why the article has a photo of a criminal on it instead of the barrister in question.
 
The typesetter left out the copyist's "9am".
Plausible, because maybe people aren't fully sapient at 0900, rather than, maybe, immediately after lunch at 1335?

But then we're left wondering who the fuck reads a news article about four racist assumptions in a short span and thinks to themselves, 'Hold on a minute. Did they mean 0900 in Essex, or maybe 0900 as i sat here in Pittsfield, Mass, making it 1400 in Essex, a detail that could only help me try to figure out, if i wanted to, what FOX program the Clownstick was watching when this occurred?' and what sort of reporter helpfully answers this riveting concern in the story they file?
 
That line, "arrived on Wednesday (local time)"

Wednesday.
Local.
Time.

Is there another calendar running, somewhere, that the day of the week DIFFERS??? I mean, i realize that the last six months all run together, and i have sometimes needed to research what fucking day of the week it actually was ("Honey? Is today pants?" "For the last time, yes, wear pants!"), and i have spent 40 years sometimes having to convert between local and Zulu TIME...

But Local Wednesday is spinning me a tizzy.

So? This makes perfectly good sense if you figure the reporter is sufficiently far away from the incident that it wasn't Wednesday at the reporter's location.
 
I know, it's a cliche, woman blames the waking-world partner for something the partner did in a dream.

Twenty minutes ago, i dreamed my wife and i were making out in the car. She pulled back, said "Want to see a trick?" Got out her phone, wrote a text that said 'Wake up.' Handed it to me. I hit send. The instant i did, my alarm went off. The dreaming part of my brain was playing her laughter while i tried to find the clock.

I got up. My wife, already up, dressed, started to sing, 'Way, hey, and up he rises.' I snapped, 'You don't get to laugh!'
I explained my anger.

She's still laughing.
 
Dinner last night was Lemon Shrimp.

There's a scene in the TV show, Home Improvement, where Tim teaches one of his boys to use acetylene to cut a pipe. 'You cut metal with fire!' he enthuses. 'Now you are a man!'

Every time i do something like Lemon Shrimp, there's a point where the acid in the lemon juice starts to cook the meat. Every single time, i hear Tim Allen telling me, 'You cooked shrimp with acid. You're a mad scientist!'
 
So I am doing my strength exercises this morning, and I think the dogs found it most amusing! I was trying to do my resistance clam shells and my bridges and the dogs, all three of them, and Tabitha, decided it would be a good time to snuggle up to mum, rub up against her, snuffle her and lick her! I was not in a position to do more than laugh as I was lying on my yoga mat at the time! It was difficult to keep count of the reps, that’s for sure!
 
My wife got me boobies for my birthday.
Can't wait to tell the guys at the morning meeting.

(T-shirt and plush below)
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Oh, yeah. So, the nine of us were on Skype, i said my wife got me boobies for my birthday. Everyone cheered except my boss, who just kept muttering 'red light...RED LIGHT!!'
Then i emailed the above pic to the team.
They all opened it at the same time, broke up the meeting in giggles.

Now i just need to get a stuffed Blue Tit....
 
My wife got me boobies for my birthday.
Can't wait to tell the guys at the morning meeting.

(T-shirt and plush below)
View attachment 29512
Oh, yeah. So, the nine of us were on Skype, i said my wife got me boobies for my birthday. Everyone cheered except my boss, who just kept muttering 'red light...RED LIGHT!!'
Then i emailed the above pic to the team.
They all opened it at the same time, broke up the meeting in giggles.

Now i just need to get a stuffed Blue Tit....

What you need is a pair of Great Tits.

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I made sure to pick the second option on my image search, as I am in the doctor's waiting room, with possible shoulder surfers.

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I love you Mr. Bubz

[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQNL83fhWJU[/YOUTUBE]
 
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