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  • This is the correct answer. It's how ships avoid running into each other. When whoever is steering the vessel is facing the bow (front, usually the pointy bit), port is their left, starboard their right. Ship's running lights are red on the port side, green on the left. So if you're out on the water at night, you can immediately see whether a ship is coming towards you or moving away. The rule for passing an oncoming vessel is "port to port", thus avoiding confusion and collision.

    Sitting up in bed I would consider the headboard the stern, because I have my back to it, and the foot the bow. So the area to starboard is right, and portside is left. Ahoy maties!!!

  • Beekeeping. Just don't start is my advice. Don't get fascinated by the little buggers and their life cycle, don't get hooked on honey. Don't sit by the hive entrance watching the foragers come and go. Don't spent hours reading books and blogs, watching videos and browsing catalogues. Don't talk to other beekeepers. Don't take classes to expand your knowledge, don't take exams, don't get into microscopy to further expand your knowledge. It's too late for me - save yourselves!

  • I know a couple of blokes like this. Great stories, but pleeeease I have things to do. I wouldn't mind so much if it was a conversation but it's a monologue, with barely room for a "good grief" or "oh gosh". One of my friends now just says "I'm off, bye" and walks out, in the middle of a story about crocodiles in the Zambezi or whatever.

  • For me olives were an acquired taste.

    The first time I ate in a restaurant I was about 12 I think. It was a fancy Italian place. When I saw the dishes of (green, pimento-stuffed) olives on the table I was excited to try one. I'd only ever seen pictures of them in American magazines - this was mid-60s New Zealand, Coca Cola was exotic. I put one in my mouth, and almost gagged, the flavour was so completely awful. I spat it into a napkin.

    Fast forward to today, and I would gladly hoover up the whole dishful and ask for more. My favourite olive is a big fat juicy Kalamata. I also love tapenade made with black olives. The only olives I dislike are the flavourless cardboardy lumps sometimes passed off as olives.

  • I know a young man who headed back to India for an arranged marriage. I expressed my extreme surprise that he would agree to marry someone he'd never met, and he said he trusted his parents to choose someone compatible. "After all, they know me better than anyone else." I remain baffled, honestly. He seems an otherwise savvy, modern person. But there you go, happy to commit to a stranger.

    I dread to think what kind of bloke my parents would have picked for me...

  • I still use my iPod Classic. I can plug it into my car for when I'm out of FM range, and I have a Bluetooth adapter for it that plugs into the headphone socket & lets me listen via my hearing aids. It's better than a phone for me, because the mobile signal is weak where I live, and most of my garden is out of WiFi range. It fits all my music and still has room for podcasts.

    iTunes sucks though, ugh.

  • Almost all the ads I've seen on Prime video are for other Prime movies. They never appear during a natural break in whatever I'm watching, just burst right in in the middle of a scene. They elicit zero positive emotions, and I am about to cancel my subscription.

  • I do hug my friends (and family when they visit from far, far away), I'm very huggy. Cuddling is another level of intimacy though. I do miss it, a bit.

    My farts are so loud you probably heard me earlier and thought it was a car with engine trouble.

  • Single about 25 years. I'm 71 and I absolutely love my life. I have lots of friends and a very active life, but I love coming home and being alone there. Before menopause I had a strong libido and terrible taste in men, so I had a lot of truly awful relationships, with endless drama.

    It's kind of by choice I guess, though I don't get offers. A few years ago a guy gave me the eye and I contemplated it, until I caught sight of his bare feet. Oh dear god no. Self-care is important mate, you need to see a podiatrist.

    The main con of being single for me is not enough hugs and cuddles. The pros are too many to give up for that though. I get to decide everything and make plans based on what I want. I can fart loudly, talk to my potplants and be lazy without Someone rolling their eyes, it's bliss.

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  • No, not attractive. That's a man who spends a LOT of time in the gym, looking at himself in the mirror. He eats and drinks weird stuff and possibly is on drugs that make him angry. Not my cup of tea.

  • I've started reading Hominids already and finding it interesting but the writing is annoying me - there's some lacivious drooling over the lead scientist's lacy bra, plus details of her appearance, while her male assistant is merely "gawky". It seems a quick read though so I'll hang in there. (Speaking of Neanderthals, the Kim Stanley Robinson novel Shaman is set at a time when we coexisted, very interesting speculation on their mentality and interaction with our mob.)

    Next on my list is Leckie - I loved the Ancillary trilogy and am looking forward to more Radch.

  • Someone said that to me just the other day! That saying "no problem" implies there might be a problem. Crazy. I'm thinking of switching to "well it was quite an imposition on my time and energy to help you out, especially given you're not paying me, but I'll let it slide this time because you seem like an ok person and I'm in a good mood" just to annoy them.