I don't like Mondays from the Boomtown Rats.
Mind, when I first heard it my English was not that good so I really only got the Chorus about not liking Mondays (and who does, eh?). Dismissed the "shoot the whole day down" as an idiom for something which I did not know.
Then at some point much later I realized it's actually a school shooting.
Nucular, it's pronounced nucular.
In a former job, I developed "software" (I clicked together some LabVIEW...) for custom designed scientific experiments, which many other researchers (mostly PhD students) would use. Wrote detailed SOPs for their usage, because everything was wonky and in constant evolution, and in some circumstances, data generated could be wrong. So I put a toggle switch with some cryptic acronym on the panel which was told to be flipped in the SOP when users reached the part where following instructions was really critical. The toggle switch did nothing but to log time and date and what user was logged in. When discussing weird data later on, first thing I did was to check whether that log existed, and if not heavily scrutinized the data with respect to errors that could be induced by not following the SOP.
He won't, because he's rich. The article is so apologetic already, several paragraphs about how bad this poor guy feels. Bonus points for mentioning he's a father of four (nothing is mentioned about the victim's family). "I'm not a thug!'. You disregarded other people's safety and well being for your own benefit, when being called out, you used unreasonable force. That's a thug to me.
Vor allem in Pog Form!
"And what is it with airline food?"
Well, the much higher salary ceiling might look nice on paper, but let me tell you from experience that it is eaten up quickly by higher cost of living. I have been fortunate enough to work for short (one to three year) stints in the US, most of that in the SF bay area. A few years after returning (more or less for good) to my EU home country where I now have a government job (which does not pay as well as industry jobs), one of my former SF bosses asked how much he'd need to pay me in order for me to come work for him long term. It was quite tempting, and I did the math back and forth and in the end arrived at 2.5x of what I'm making now, and that is on the low end. I have a few colleagues and friends in similar situations, and the 2x-3x figure is what we generally agree on. Between health insurance, child care, retirement savings and housing, your cost will be dramatically higher than in most EU countries, and this does not factor in differences in Labor rights and potential visa issues.
The SF bay area of course is extreme, but a low six figure salary puts you just above the poverty line there (so people say). Working remotely living in some low COL state might be an option, but then again you will live in East armpit nowhere Kansas...
.... and then having carpet everywhere. Sometimes even kitchen and bathroom.
And a "perambulator" is a kid stroller. It was an enlightening moment when I first came across that word in Neil Stephenson's "Seveneves", delved into its etymology and then realised why my British friend called the stroller a "pram". This is just a contracted form of perambulator.
It did not occur to me that there's actually also a verb for it, so thank you for pointing that out! I love it, and I will use it henceforth!
Also something related I never came to grips with: cat's breath = the stench of a thousand decaying corpses. Licks fur constantly. Fur = the smell of springtime itself.
My (unfortunately late) void had a scratching post with the top level just at my nose height, so whenever he lolled around there I made a point of taking a deep breath of fluffy freshness.
Also ist Kinder-Ketchup dann .... Enkelinnentomatensauce?
I second that. I travel a lot for work, sometimes a bit obscure places (as in not touristic destinations), and I always try to find the odd tap room or micro brewery. It's often hit or miss, but stumbling upon the rare gem every once in a while always feels really good. Bonus points if the head brewer is there and it's a slow day so they have time to chat beer and brewing. And even in the well known areas, it's fun to sift through the touristy hipster "more-show-than-anything" places to finally arrive at one which has said vibe. Had a week in Portland, OR, and visited about a dozen or so places, and from the over marketed polished hip joint with mediocre beer to the "here's a bar and some stools thrown into the brewery hall" with absolutely stunning brews it had everything.