Duncan's Blog

I was on the couch, and the hot beverage was on the armrest. It was an accident. Landed on my left thigh and the couch cushion. Curiously, I did not get any skin burning. I assume the temperature was not enough to cause the horrific damage that occurs with the younger. Or maybe my thigh has too much adipose tissue that protected it.
In any event, I will not be using the couch armrest for my beverages or meals/snack in the future.

https://tinyurl.com/msrx3dhx ... THIS IS THE AD YOU NEVER SEE. It's for PANDORA Lab-Grown Diamonds. This one features an African-American male, a person who speaks with ASL, a cat, and an older woman with the provocative line, "I put them everywhere." Is PANDORA afraid that this add demonstrates too much EDI in its promotion? I say if one must wear diamonds (as many folks with April birthdays would agree), then lab-grown ones are the superior choice since they don't mess with the environment. I BELIEVE PANDORA should make this add the one to air!

Do I have the right to be angry with a dead person? I'm not even sure what to call a dead person. Is he a corpse? Is he a soul? If he's a soul, is there a distinction between one that is dead and one that is living?
I met him about 33 years ago when he had a lover/life partner and they spent their life rescuing animals (some domestic, some farm) in rural Charles Town, West Virginia. The long and the short of the story was that they gave up the rescue life for reasons unknown to me. Were they mismanaging money? Did they fail to file taxes? Did the work just become too hard and painful and difficult to maintain without resources such as volunteers?
The care of the critters fell into the hands of others and they left West Virginia and moved back to Meigs County, Ohio. Dale was a mess. He had a fractured hip (maybe two) that had never quite healed 100%. He also got burned by a fireball and lived on antibiotics due to constantly becoming infected by this, that, or the other. He and his partner then got hit by a car that smashed a lot of bones and such.
His partner developed cancer. I never asked where it was or what kind it was. He had dementia and was in and out of a VA hospital. Eventually, the partner passed away and was buried in the family plot. And Dale lived alone in that tiny bungalow in Meigs County, Ohio.
Dale had no job, and I never knew what he lived on. Probably general relief (what we used to call welfare). He was also in constant pain because he couldn't afford appropriate pain medication. So, he cooked up his own. Ain't legal to cook up analgesics so he got himself arrested. He ended up in prison.
He came out and I never saw him again. He lived with his mom for a while until her republican xTian hillbilly rambling got too much for him. So, he moved in with his gay 'son' (a young man that said that he was his long-lost son but who never provided DNA testing) and the son's BF.
Dale came down with internal bleeding. The esophagus? The liver? Who knows? Does it matter? It was fatal and no doubt painful.
But Dale is now with the late lover/husband/boyfriend (assuming you believe that souls live on after death and meet up somewhere in the ethers).
Dale was one of those people that I cared for/about, but--I don't think--he cared for me in kind. You know what they call a person who loves someone and that someone doesn't love him back? They call him an a**hole. I that's what I felt like.
I've never been to a point where living was too unbearable to continue. I'm the one who answers NEVER to those suicide / homicide questions when they are asked. I hope it never comes to that.
I don't regret having met Dale and the late lover/husband/boyfriend. I considered them both to be my friends. I grieved when Dale lost the love of his life. And I grieved when Dale died. But no one around me really felt the same. The sentiment was that he brought everything on himself. Maybe he did. I hope he's in a better place.

"Eccrine glands secrete sweat directly to the surface of the skin, which does not produce a smell, while apocrine glands, found in areas like the armpits and groin, release a milky fluid that can produce body odor. Body odor can vary from person to person and may smell sweet, sour, tangy, or like onions."

"Common Causes of Foreskin Odor

" Poor Hygiene: If the area under the foreskin is not cleaned regularly, it can lead to the accumulation of sweat, dead skin cells, and oils, resulting in an unpleasant odor. This is particularly common in uncircumcised men, as the foreskin can trap moisture and bacteria.

" Smegma Buildup: Smegma is a natural substance made up of dead skin cells and oils that can accumulate under the foreskin. If not cleaned properly, smegma can become thick and cheesy, creating a foul smell and potentially leading to infections. Regular washing with mild soap and water can help prevent this buildup."

There is a movement in the USA against infant circumcision. I belong to a tribe that performs the procedure. I see nothing wrong with it. Those opposed claim it is barbaric. I shrug.

What offended me was that a member of the group was attempting to turn me into a convert. Apparently, not everyone believes in the importance of cultural competence.

Not sure that I agree with the definition of seafood. Where I come from, seafood is the type of marine life that is definitely not on the Kosher spectrum.

I have allergies to shellfish. No shrimp or lobster for this user.

seafood
[see-food]
noun

any fish or shellfish from the sea used for food.
edible marine fish and shellfish
shellfish such as lobsters, mussels, and crabs, and sometimes other sea creatures that you can eat.

shellfish
[shel-fish]
noun

plural
shellfish,
plural
shellfishes

an aquatic animal having a shell, as the oyster and other mollusks and the lobster and other crustaceans.

bottom fish
noun

any of certain fishes that live at or near the bottom of a body of water, as certain of the cod and related species, the flatfishes, and catfishes.

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I don't know that I agree with the definition of seafood. It says, "Any fish." To me, seafood is any non-Kosher fish. It's funny how some people will be open, ready, willing, and/or able to eat a burger at almost any kind of burger joint. I wonder if they feel the same way about scarfing down fish. I sure don't. I remember the first time I was dragged to a Benihana for dinner. Besides being frighteningly uncomfortable with the juggling of knives, I noted that all the food was prepared on the same griddle. The cook would scrape the oils and juices from the previous dish before preparing the next.

The thought of consuming salmon with shrimp secretions on it was not all attractive to my way of thinking. I have never returned to such a place ever again.