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....because he thought everyone else, from the Ancient Greeks on up to the then-present day, had all somehow gotten the math wrong, and that the world was actually several thousand miles diameter smaller than we knew darn well it was.  If there hadn't been s big honkin' continent in the way, his crews would have dies of hunger and thirst as their supplies would never have lasted far enough to reach India etc., given he'd only planned and supplied for the much shorter distance to the Indies that he was expecting thanks to his bad math.
Also, he never actually set foot on said continent, so really he only discovered some islands.

I love Dan's commentary about whether to leave out the swearing or not.
I suspect Rhoda will be even less likely to get detention for her outburst than angry-Diane or angry-Susan would be.  She looks scary!
I do hope it's only temporary....although Rhoda going off on a long furious rant is appealing too....like  watching a kitten being fierce!

New doggie!  Mickey is eight or nine years old, and his original owners had to give him up because he had bladder stones and they couldn't afford the surgery to remove them.  He went from the Anti-Cruelty Society to another rescue, to Young At Heart, a place that specializes in older pets.  And thus to me!  He has to be on a prescription diet so he doesn't make more stones, but as a vet, I can at least get that at cost, so it's not as much of a burden as it would be for most other owners (that was a stumbling block to getting adopted at least a couple of times).  He's sweet, and energetic, and loves walks, and is very snuggly and loves everyone.  He is a bit shy of other dogs, but not in a biting aggressive way, just a moving-away way; and now that he's settled in he tends to bark at new people or opening doors a bit, but not to a point it's a problem.  I feel very, very lucky to have gotten such a great dog!
(He's also one of the reasons I haven't been on as much for a bit, but we're settling into a routine now and despite going on more walks, which also makes me happy, I think I'll be keeping up with the boards better now!)

I haven't been handing out likes because I'm stingy with them, but I wanted to say how much I appreciate this thread. It's really nice to be able to look forward to a few minutes of history mixed with humor every day.

 
I just started playing again, since they've recently added Gen IV Pokemon, and I always go crawling back whenever they add something new.
 
My code is 6218 9334 3968 if you wanna be friends; I've got a stockpile of gifts I need to get rid of.

Important note. Safety note even. If you are heating a towel in a microwave make damn sure it rotates, other wise you get a burned spot and there is a good chance the fire alarm will go off. No damage, other than the towel, but yeah, make sure they rotate.

New doggie!  Mickey is eight or nine years old, and his original owners had to give him up because he had bladder stones and they couldn't afford the surgery to remove them.  He went from the Anti-Cruelty Society to another rescue, to Young At Heart, a place that specializes in older pets.  And thus to me!  He has to be on a prescription diet so he doesn't make more stones, but as a vet, I can at least get that at cost, so it's not as much of a burden as it would be for most other owners (that was a stumbling block to getting adopted at least a couple of times).  He's sweet, and energetic, and loves walks, and is very snuggly and loves everyone.  He is a bit shy of other dogs, but not in a biting aggressive way, just a moving-away way; and now that he's settled in he tends to bark at new people or opening doors a bit, but not to a point it's a problem.  I feel very, very lucky to have gotten such a great dog!
(He's also one of the reasons I haven't been on as much for a bit, but we're settling into a routine now and despite going on more walks, which also makes me happy, I think I'll be keeping up with the boards better now!)

New doggie!  Mickey is eight or nine years old, and his original owners had to give him up because he had bladder stones and they couldn't afford the surgery to remove them.  He went from the Anti-Cruelty Society to another rescue, to Young At Heart, a place that specializes in older pets.  And thus to me!  He has to be on a prescription diet so he doesn't make more stones, but as a vet, I can at least get that at cost, so it's not as much of a burden as it would be for most other owners (that was a stumbling block to getting adopted at least a couple of times).  He's sweet, and energetic, and loves walks, and is very snuggly and loves everyone.  He is a bit shy of other dogs, but not in a biting aggressive way, just a moving-away way; and now that he's settled in he tends to bark at new people or opening doors a bit, but not to a point it's a problem.  I feel very, very lucky to have gotten such a great dog!
(He's also one of the reasons I haven't been on as much for a bit, but we're settling into a routine now and despite going on more walks, which also makes me happy, I think I'll be keeping up with the boards better now!)

 
With apologies to Dan, who did this joke first, with an earlier panel.

You've got me? Who's got you?!

If Dan wasn't avoiding doing non-canon things with Pandora until she shows up again in the story, the climax of this arc would be a great time for her to make a cameo!

Apparently it does need to be reminded that Sarah is smoking hot too.

Which brings us back to the Nanaseslas idea
In her mistress' steps she trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which Nanase had printed...

I knew yawl would point that out schooner or later.

...their mouths are open.  That's not a BFF kiss.

I love the symbolism with Lucy walking in darkness while Diane is running after her, bringing the bright light with her.

Nanase and Ellen,
Diane and Lucy,
Catalina and Rhoda,
Grace and Tedd Tess,
Ashley and Elliot (mall female Elliot)

I keep forgetting if anybody's a cheerleader to begin with. It seems like that would be useful for killing vampires. If many of them were left, anyway....

Wow, even your car thieves are nice guys, giving the kids a lift home and making sure a neighbor was there to look after them!
I do believe that sort of thing could happen here, too, but the news media seems to prefer running the sort of story where the thief abandons the car with the kids still inside of it (see heat death discusdions), or makes them get out by the side of the road wherever they happened to be when he realized they were there, or somesuch.  Statistics say we are much safer and less likely to be the victims of crime, violent or otherwise, than previous generations, but because the media tells us everything about every dramatic crime in the country, our perception is that we're all in more danger than they felt that they were.

Grace COULD put on other clothes, but she's more likely to "support" Sarah.

Surgery went smoothly, with the exception of a damned painful IV. The last thing I remember before going under is telling the surgical staff that the anesthesia injection hurt like hell. No big bruise left over, but I've got what looks like a vampire bat bite on my hand. No more hand IVs if I can avoid them.
I woke up well and was nursed back to consciousness well, with plenty of crunchy ice, cranberry juice, and graham crackers. They even did a bit of physical therapy with me before letting me go, showing me how to walk on just my heel. They suggested that I not use my rollerator and use my walker instead, since it's easier to stop myself from falling with a walker. I've since taught myself to use my cane inside my house, but I'll still be using a walker outside.
If you read Facebook, you would have seen my biggest surprise—I'm down below 300 lb. for the first time since my gastric bypass back in 2010! I've been on Lasix for swollen legs for the past month or so, and it's finally doing its job. It also helps that I haven't been eating a ton or indulging in sweets. The hospital scale registered me at 288. Made me a very happy boy.
I did eat a bit more healthy on Saturday. Check the appropriate food thread for details.

An incredibly courageous German diplomat caught wind of what was going on and he and some of his friends risked their lives in getting word out before the operation started. Many Danish Jews quietly prepared for flight. On the night between October 1 and October 2, 1943 the Nazis started their action but only caught 500 Danish Jews, or about 5% of the total. The rest managed to escape to Sweden or simply to stay hidden in the time that followed.
I have mentioned that my own family was part of this. My uncle Per was only a few months old, and my grandfather and grandmother did not dare to bring him along for fear that his crying would bring the Nazis down on them. Instead my family's beloved and loyal nanny Gerda took charge of him and went out of town, pretending that he was her own. My grandparents and my eight year old father then went to the coast hoping to find transport across the Sound. They could not find a vessel willing to carry them but managed to buy a leaky rowboat for the exorbitant price of five thousand crowns, or roughly thirty to fifty thousand dollars in today's currency. The rowboat nearly sank and one time they feared they had been turned around, but they finally reached Sweden. Fortunately they were not greeted by a Nazi-sympathising government that separated my father from his parents and sent him to a children's internment camp. I am very thankful for that.
Faithful Gerda stayed hidden for three months but rumour got around that she was hiding a Jewish baby and she was forced to flee. She managed to reach Sweden and started to search for my grandparents. Once again, the Swedes did not seize my uncle and send him to a holding facility for refugee babies. And after many weeks of searching she found my grandparents and my father. It was an emotional reunion and Gerda was part of my family for the rest of her life.
Of course, this would have been impossible without the cooperation of many Danish politicians, police officers and civilians. Fortunately not all of the fleeing families had to deal with greedy war profiteers to escape. And happily and importantly, when it became possible to return home to Denmark again, the way opened by the Allied soldiers who fought so long and hard to destroy the Nazi abomination, Danish Jews were welcomed home. My own family found their apartment completely untouched if a bit dusty. All that was missing was a bottle of brandy that the janitor had availed himself of, and given how well he had taken care of everything my family hardly begrudged him that.
I owe my life and freedom to the German officials who leaked a warning of the upcoming purge, to the Danish politicians who quietly spread the word, to all the people who aided in the flight, to the Swedes who so generously gave shelter to my family and so many others, and of course to the efforts of the American and English soldiers -- and to all the Americans and English who worked so hard and paid so much back in their homes. My wife's grandfather, a Captain in the U. S. Corps of Engineers, fought his way from D-Day to Berlin, missing only the Ardennes offensive because he was on Christmas leave. It was a privilege to have known him. (Lord, but the man hated Nazis. I find it hard to blame him.)
This story is very much on my mind these days. I apologise for rambling about it, but I feel better with it out here. Thank you all.