Viennese penguins, gastronomic torture…and a wonderful review of ‘Doggerel’ by Barb’s dog…
“Sharklets!” The Hub was following me around the house, barely able to contain his excitement.
“Where?” We’d just returned from a wonderful trip, and were going through the house. But I hadn’t noticed anything that unusual, and was pretty sure any wee sharks would stand out.
“You must have noticed the wing tips!”
Now I was seriously alarmed. “You mean like in Sharknado 50 or whatever sequel they’re up to now?”
He blinked at me. One of us was not speaking the same language. “No, for the NEO of course.”
Now it was my turn to blink. We’d just spent a week in Vienna, and I was fairly sure it had been easier to communicate with an entire country full of people whose native language was not English.
What I think of when I hear “Neo”.
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“Neo? Like in the Matrix? Or one of those terms…
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