Plant Cuticle Puns

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/21091864

We get a lot of lists of magic items that are cheap, faulty, useless or otherwise don’t work as expected, so I’d like this one to be mundane items only.

Not all adventuring gear is made equal! Especially in a fantasy setting where that backpack isn’t manufactured in a factory but tediously handmade by a craftsperson (or craftscreature). There are bound to be variations in quality, appearance, and utility. While your top-of-the-line shops feature Player’s Handbook-quality gear (and prices), why not save a few coppers and buy something almost as good from Lucky Lefty’s Discount Gear Emporium?

I knew I wasn't getting a husband today, but I still had to wear the same robe I was given at fifteen (now practically threadbare), and go to the annual matching ceremony. Pansy watched me with her typical feline disinterest as I prepared myself, and she yawned and curled up on my bed as I waved goodbye and walked out into the night.

After hiking up the highest hill in our commune, I sat on one of the mats reserved for the unmatched, studying the nervous girls in the hut with me. Soon, all the boys that turned fifteen this year will enter, meet with us, and make their choice. Whoever they choose must accept, as it was Eorþe's will and we must abide so He'd continue blessing our lands.

I used to feel humiliated at these ceremonies. Most girls get matched on their first attendance, at fifteen. A few may get lucky a year or two later. But me? I was already thirty-five and still as single as ever.

The community pitied me at first, but the older I got, the more they started avoiding me. Especially the young unmatched girls. They didn't want my curse to rub off on them.

Honestly, though, once I hit twenty, it felt more like a blessing than a curse. We were taught from childhood that a girl's purpose was to serve her husband, and at fifteen, I desperately wanted to prove my worth. But as I grew older, the council didn't know what to do with me, so they had me tend to their gardens, still serving men until a man matched with me.

Although I lived in a hut on their property, they left me alone, for it was improper for men to interact with unmatched girls, no matter their age. Their wives and children left me alone too, due to my aforementioned "curse". And it was then that I learned how wonderful it was to be independent. Just me, my little hut, the gardens, and Pansy.

I was still forced to continue attending the ceremonies though, but I began enjoying them. Certain none of the boys would choose me over one of the younger girls, I'd relax and watch their awkward courtship rituals, trying to guess who'd match with who.

After a few years, my predictions became flawless, especially after I began drinking dandelion tea before the ceremony. Intrigued, I experimented with herbs, roots, and flowers from the garden, and soon I could even foresee the matched's futures. I was certain I was tapping into Eorþe's will due to my connection to His creations.

A bell chimed, and I adjusted my patched robe and smiled as a train of teenage boys entered the hut. They walk

#Part 2:Material data

#Problem:

Being outside in a climate that our bodies cannot handle alone without the help of clothing and an understanding of therm o-regulation.

#Series Purpose: Understand our bodies, To assess against your full clothing system and put your understanding against your real world expectations and results for all scenarios. Knowing many of these things are already understood they are still outlined as a larger picture discussion.

Part 1: Part 1: our bodies, training and diet https://www.reddit.com/r/rocksolid/comments/mg5cyn/layering_choices_deep_dive_part_1/

Part 2: Material Data

Part 3: General theory of application of material in purpose

Part 4: Material choice per appendage and core

Preface: In part 2 we will look at each of the primary materials used in outdoor apparel. There is oftentimes contention with what materials work better at what position. With this part of the series I hope to dig in and sort out why certain people in certain areas and certain lineage tend to have an affinity to particular material in their kit!

Intentions: To expound on the different materials used in textiles and their properties. With knowing the information being able to use that and place them in a layering system to achieve an expected result.

#Topics: Material Structure Materia weight and moisture Data

NTS

1.5-3

3-4

4-5

6-8(hard/belay)

#Material Structure:

Getting into the structure of the fibers that go into the garment can get sticky. Lets start with natural fibers first because the material for the most part is what it is.

#Wool:

Top level: there is a cuticle and a cortical.. What does this mean for you when wearing

Cortex: Cuticle: Hydrophobic (Outside) plated in structure and waxy in structure making it not only hydrophobic but repel water.

Cortical: hydrophilic(Inside) attracts the moisture

Because the Cuticle is plated in structure it allows the inner Cortical hydrophilic material to pull the moisture vapor to the inside of the fiber.

https://www.sciencelearn.org.nz/resources/875-wool-fibre-properties

#Cotton:

Cotton has a similar structure to wool, walled structure around an inner lumin.

The structure is made up of 4 basic parts, The cuticle, primary wall, a secondary wall(s) and the lumin.

https://imgur.com/a/RIKTjDH

Cuticle: a thin film of fats and waxes.

Primary wall: the structure of the primary wall is open and unstructured

Secondary wall: this makes up the lion's share of the cotton fiber(

Do your worst!

It really does, I swear!

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

It was a cool night, at the time of year when the weather started to get a little cooler at night, if not so much in the daytime.

I was recently out of the Fire Academy (placed first overall, toot, toot!), and the Station to which I had been assigned would be my home for the next two years. It was a good one; on the periphery of the city, with responsibility to respond in more limited fashion in the county, as well. One of the two busiest stations we had, and overseen by one of the Department’s most capable Lieutenants, a man with years of experience.

I was standing in the open door of the bay with our driver, watching the unremitting rain that had been falling for hours. Without looking my way, he assured me “There’ll be a bad one tonight. Be ready.” He’d been on the job a long time, too.

It happened two hours later: a single car accident where a van driving too fast for conditions hadn’t made a sharp curve, and had rolled and tumbled into the median. Thankfully, it had missed some palm trees planted there.

The van was resting on its roof when we arrived. Still pouring rain. The two people were still inside it; a married couple. Windshield and windows shattered, roof partly compressed.

The man was in the front. He’d been driving. The woman was lying in the back, on what had been the ceiling. Someone would have to get inside and do initial assessment, then help get them out from the inside. We’d have to take them out through one of the side windows, or get a side door open.

That fell to me. Seeing that it would be pretty tight confines, I shed my bunker coat and helmet, and crawled in through a side window.

The man had a long, deep, indented gash along one side of his head. It was what had first caught my attention. But curiously, for that type of wound, it didn’t seem to be bleeding much.

But he was calm and coherent, and answered my questions well. No other injuries immediately detectable. I quickly determined that he could wait, for the moment. I crawled back to check on her.

The overturned ceiling was covered in broken glass. In the reflected flashing from outside of the rotating red lights, I could see the blood among its shattered pieces. Or maybe it was the lights.

She was in worse shape. Scared and in pain, the end of a broken femur sticking out through the skin. She’d been tossed around some. Close to panic. Bleeding pretty well.

Stick to the basics. Use compression and bandages to try to slo

Buenosdillas

They’re on standbi

Pilot on me!!

Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.

This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.

If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.

Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.

1. Joining a yoga studio 5 mins from my apartment. This happened later in the year, but was probably the most crucial. Having an outlet to deal with stress, tone my body, and improve my posture.
2. Making healthy food swaps. I grew up on a very nutritious, plant-based diet. But when my depression flares up, all that goes out the window. I make it easier on myself by purchasing things like carrots/ cucumbers/ mini bell peppers to snack on instead of chips, attempting to DoorDash things that will fuel my body with nutrients instead of TacoBell when I am feeling too lethargic to cook, purchasing a large water bottle off of amazon for $8 that I carry with myself everywhere, and eliminating as much dairy and processed foods as I possibly can. Attempting to start each day with a glass of water and a kale or spinach smoothie in my blender before ANY coffee each morning makes me feel put-together on days where I feel gross. Diet plays a major role in the quality of your gut, skin, and overall health.
3. Getting my esthetician license. I found out too late that I do not want to use said license for my career (which would be a story for another community haha), but having the knowledge and product to do hair removal, extractions, chemical peels, and knowing how to treat my skin at home + what makeup flatters me was incredible. I do a gentle salycilic acid treatment every two weeks to treat my chronic acne and have a complete skincare routine. I also have a discount so that I can purchase professional products from a lot of brands at 30- 50% off, which makes grooming more accessible for me.
4. Being very calculated with wardrobe purchases. As a 20-year old on a tight budget, I used to resort to places like Forever 21 and Target when purchasing clothing. I didn't like the pieces very much, felt frumpy in them, and threw them away when they inevitably fell apart, or sold them on postmark when I realized they didn't fit my style properly. Now I do the research first. I watch people like Niki Sky, Itsyuyan, and Allana Davinson on YouTube for outfit inspiration, and stick to a specific color palette(finding the colors that work for you is LIFE-CHANGING. People often suggest black leather shoes and dark colors for the fall and winter. I have light eyes, skin, and hair and look better in beige for instance. Find what works for you and don't be afraid to deviate from the "rules") . Then I budget for a few high-quality pieces to add to my wardrobe each s

What did 0 say to 8 ?

" Nice Belt "

So What did 3 say to 8 ?

" Hey, you two stop making out "

A

Alopecia: [Gk, alopex, fox (mange)], partial or complete lack of hair resulting from various disorders or conditions.

Alopecia Androgenetica: [Gk, alopex, fox (mange) + Gk, andros + genein, to produce], the medical name for male pattern baldness or female pattern baldness.

Alopecia Areata: [Gk, alopex, fox (mange) + L, area, open space], hair loss in sharply defined patches.

5 alpha-reductase: the enzyme necessary to convert testosterone to dihydrotestosterone (DHT). Type 1 5-alpha reductase is found primarily in the skin and type 2 5-alpha reductase is found primarily in the prostate.

Anagen: [Gk, ana, up, again + genein, to produce], the growing phase of hair, which shows great variation, ranging from two to six or more years.

Androgen: [Gk, andros + genein, to produce], any steroid hormone that increases male characteristics.

Apoptosis: [Gk, apo, separation + ptosis, falling], programmed cell death.

Azelaic Acid: a naturally occurring saturated dicarboxylic acid with the chemical name of 1,7-heptanedicarboxylic acid and a molecular weight of 188.22. Azelaic acid is a dietary component of whole grain cereals and animal products. Azelaic acid (0.1 to 3.0 mmol/l) has been shown to produce a competitive concentration dependent inhibition of 5-alpha reductase activity in human skin and is used topically to inhibit the synthesis of DHT in the scalp.

B

Biopsy: [Gk, bios, life + opsis, view], the removal of a small piece of living tissue from an organ or other part of the body for microscopic examination.

C

Catagen: [Gk, kata, down, under + genein, to produce], the short transition phase of the hair growth cycle, lasting two to three weeks.

Clone: [Gk, klon, a plant cutting], a group of genetically identical cells or organisms derived from a single common cell.

Crown: [L, corona, an encircling structure], the upper part of an organ or structure, such as the top of the head.

Cuticle: The outer surface of hair, composed of overlapping scales made of colorless keratin protein. It gives hair luster and shine and also provides some of its strength.

D

Dermal Papilla: The dermal papilla is situated at the base of the hair follicle. The dermal papilla contains nerves and blood vessels, which supply glucose for energy and amino acids to make keratin. This structure is extremely important in the regulation of hair growth since it has receptors for both androgens and hair-promoting agents.

Dermatology: [Gk, derma, skin + logos, science], the study of

I won't be doing that today!

Everything was perfect when Beltane was little.

She was our only child, and the only one I ever wanted. She was my little sous-chef, happily cooking and baking away with me for hours, so long as I let her lick the spoon. I was her favorite playmate; she was my favorite cuddlebug. She loved Marc—her father—and I unconditionally, unwavering in a way I’d never known. She was my little angel, my little Belly.

Then, she turned 14.

I’d, of course, been warned by other parents about the horrors of adolescence. They’d grit their teeth and clench the stem of their wine glasses a little tighter as they recounted their cautionary tales, ones of perpetual backtalk, defiance, sneaking out, boys.

Back then I’d just smile and nod along, but I’d never listen.

Back then I thought, never my little Belly.

In retrospect, listening probably wouldn’t have done me any good anyway. What happened to Beltane—what she went through, what she *became—*was horrific beyond anything my husband and I could’ve possibly imagined.

We opted to homeschool Beltane from a young age—because of her exceptional intelligence, but also because we feared outside influence in her development. She was always a bit naïve, impressionable… and we couldn’t possibly vet her teachers or her peers thoroughly enough. We feared she could become corrupted in some way, that our little girl would be taken from us.

She never fought with us about her educational arrangements, but we did try our best to facilitate social opportunities for her. Especially as she got older and saw that the kids on TV weren’t best friends with their parents.

That’s why we decided to send her to camp the year she turned 14.

It was only a week-long affair, and the brochures were full of bright, sunny days and even brighter smiles. I must admit that it was really Marc’s idea—the thought of letting my daughter go, if only for seven days, was almost too much to endure.

I finally agreed, and the excitement flickering in Beltane’s eyes reassured me it was the right—albeit uncomfortable—thing to do. I swallowed my concerns, refusing to go back on my word, even when the date of her camping session arrived. Each day without my little girl dragged on until it was finally time to pick her up.

The first signs of something wrong with Beltane came almost immediately.

As soon as she entered the car, she was acting secretive. I could tell she was hiding something… and she was. It didn’t take long for me to notice a streak of vibrant

You take away their little brooms

This morning, my 4 year old daughter.

Daughter: I'm hungry

Me: nerves building, smile widening

Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.

She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.

Thank you all for listening.

There hasn't been a post all year!

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Why

It’s pronounced “Noel.”

After all his first name is No-vac

What, then, is Chinese rap?

Edit:

Notable mentions from the comments:

• Spanish/Swedish/Swiss/Serbian hits

• French/Finnish art

• Country/Canadian rap

• Chinese/Country/Canadian rock

• Turkish/Tunisian/Taiwanese rap

There hasn't been a single post this year!

(Happy 2022 from New Zealand)

Nothing, it just waved

When I got home, they were still there.