30 years later and I have absolutely no idea. As I rubbed shoulders with her (small department) for the next 3 years I could tell she was self-centered, vain, and sure of her own wonderfullness, but it still doesn’t compute. Well. My nose and I only remember her when somebody ask a question like OP’s.

I need to start by stating the fact that I have a perfectly normal nose in a perfectly normal face. At 18 I was a pretty young woman.

Ages ago, first day in university, first lecture. 400 students listening to the professor. A random girl is staring at me for most of the lecture. Afterwards she runs through the crowd in the hallway, catches up to me and says: “Just had to tell you that you rock. You’re an inspiration to me. Looking so happy and carefree, with that nose of yours! I don’t know how you manage.”

I love you. I’m off to google this Philomena Cunk person but I love you for her quote. It’s absolutely brilliant.

I have a question.
Did he know how to use bar soap?

I often do it to dampen unpleasant noises. Car alarm? Siren? I make my ears go Frrrrrrrrrrrr. It helps a lot.

Roughly: 1 liter freshly-picked dandelions flowers. (No stems or green stuff. Pour 1 liter boiling water. Two days in a dark place. Strain. Add 1 lemon and 1 orange, quartered, 250g sugar. Boil for 30 minutes

Wait til it’s back to room temperature and add 10ml yeast.

Cover with cloth, wait 1 month (stir every day)

Strain (cheesecloth or sth very fine) Glass bottle. Wait 3 months before driking. Burp the bottle often, otherwise BOOOOOM.

Wild flowers. I’m about to make dandelion wine, and, later, poppy jelly.

Most definitely Big Fish. Every time I swear I won’t cry; every time I end up sobbing. With snot.
It just hits too close to home. I even had to trigger-warn my 55-year-old dad, to whose home it hits even closer.

I don’t shave my armpits anymore. After a year or so, I even started liking my armpit hairs.

In the rural are I’m in, my year old neighbor recently spanked her 2 year old grandson in front of me, on the street, because… he was walking into my yard while the adults were chatting. Which was a total non-issue. The kid’s mom, her daughter, wasn’t there. I’m cordial with the neighbor, but we’re not friends, and she had zero reason to think I’d condone it. It was so matter-of-fact. My own 9 year old was aghast. It’s awful.

I used to proofread boons on Project Gutenberg in 2004 or so. 2006 at the latest. It’s internet-old.

Edit As a proofreader with 20+ years of experience, I’ll leave the typo.

I wouldn’t know: never tried it. Not even sure what’s in it. Now I’m curious.

Hey, I am/was Syrian catholic.

Tweezers. Always.

I live in the ruralest part of Ruralia. Kids around here think traffic lights are made-up props found in movies.

It’s awesome. Real cucumbers are so tasty. Fava beans. Squash. Spinach. Sun-warmed tomatoes. Brussel sprouts. Salads. All the herbs. All the jams, jellies, and juices. And enough apple pie filling for 40 pies. I love my life.

I don’t buy stuff. I haven’t bought clothes in 5+ years (new or thrifted). I pirate epubs, games, shows, and movies. I don’t have any monthly subscription–no Deezer, Netflix, AppleSomething, Amazon, nothing. I grow 90% of the veggies I eat, most of the fruit. I trade for meat and bread.
I’ve never used Uber, UberEats, Doordash, AirB&B, or any of their competitors.
I’m happy.

Joined, thanks!

What? Where? Nice!