Weirdly enough, I am one of those people who cannot stand to listen to radio with all its interruptions. But give me a podcast and I am there.
The only thing is, I mostly have to listen to all of the episodes of a seriesโฆ and so Iโve been mainlining #amwriting, and once I was up to speed on thatโฆ I started on the West Wing Weekly.
Of course, now Iโm gathering up episodes on the other one as I am going ahead on WWW.
Because I saw this on Twitter, and it really exemplified something I’d been wanting to do, just about every time English media call the royal family German… (I’m using where the birth place is located today – since the further out we get, the more the borders of Europe changes.)
King Charles III:
Born in: ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ
Parents born in: ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐ ๐ฌ๐ท
Grandparents born in: ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ – ๐ฌ๐ท๐๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ
G grandparents born in: ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ- ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ- ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐๐ท๐บ- ๐ฆ๐น๐๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ
G g grandparents born in: ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ- ๐ญ๐ท๐๐ฉ๐ช- ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ- ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ- ๐ฉ๐ช๐๐ฉ๐ช- ๐ท๐บ๐๐ฉ๐ช- ๐ฉ๐ช๐๐ต๐ฑ- ๐ฉ๐ช๐๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ – First generation with people born in what is today’s Germany.
When we get to the 6th step backwards, we’re also repeating people, and we’re also getting the same people on different steps. I was originally going to go back to I got to Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, but:
One: Prince Philip’s great grandfather was Christian IX of Denmark (incidentally, born in Germany). But, because his daughter Alexandra married into the British Royal family, she and her parents are on the same step of the g g grandparents, and it would really be a mess going even further back.
Two: The first flag on the last line of flag emojis, and the last flag – the two English flags, are two of Victoria and Albert’s children – and going another step back there would also mean they would be repeated both in the start and the finish of the line. (And then my head started to hurt.)
In addition to that, once we get further and further back – the birth places of the less royal people in the line-up, become more difficult to track and verify.
Eh, it amused me enough to write the post anyway. (Which isn’t anything to scoff at since it has been a whole pandemic since the last time I posted anything here.)
The Prince passed away last night at Fredensborg palace after a long hospitalization.
He was returned from the hospital to spend his last days at Fredensborg.
Expected after the long illness, but still sad and shocking. RIP.
Curling up in bed, trying to stave off the cold/flu that I feel is coming. Doesn’t hurt that there is a book or two to be read, either.
Of course, today’s original plan was to finish filling the new pantry. But anyways…
Autumn (in combination with the hormonal cycle) is wreaking its havoc on my mood again. Things that arenโt usually affecting me – feel like the end of the world.
Taking a deep breath – pausing – and doing something concrete and positive instead.
I’m not good at that.
Not good at disconnecting from it.
I have a mental list of projects, but those are forgotten in the lethargy of it all.
I made this yummy sweet potato and carrot soup for dinner last Monday – and ate it throughout the week. 4 servings when you live alone… itโs either eat it until youโre sick of it – or have a decent-sized freezer.
When I first started reading social media (be it LiveJournal, Facebook, GoogleReader (RIP) or Twitter), things were easy. It was chronological.
That meant that whenever I reached a post I remembered reading before, I was done.
Now, a lot of the sites have gone the direction of using algorithms that show you what you see, and in which order you see it.
And it’s annoying. Two hour old tweets disappear behind tweets that are days old. And the same with Facebook posts. (And don’t get me started on how ALL I suddenly see on Facebook are things my friends liked… or comments they have made on other people’s posts.)
/grumpy old lady.
โโthe fireworks that the neighbours are setting off. May 2017 be a good year.
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