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I just want to pop in here to support Aydee Aitchdee. I too have never seen a Bond film. Never wanted to. Heresy, I know, but that's why they make chocolate and vanilla. ;) To get back on topic, I've also never experienced the Mandela Effect. Not in movies or elsewhere. Does that make me a weirdo?

It reminds me of the famous use of that particular American idiom by Dorothy Parker (in the late 1920s, I think): "If all the girls attending the Yale prom were laid end to end, I wouldn't be a bit surprised."

I like your thought about 1777. Maybe the traditional, conservative side of the political spectrum came to be associated with the red coats of the British soldiers. :D

Why not think of anthocyanin as a magical ingredient distributed by the fairies (or is it pixies?). Is that mysterious enough?

Here's an authoritative voice on red cabbage. No dye involved: "Red cabbage contains a water-soluble pigment called anthocyanin that changes color when it is mixed with an acid or a base. The pigment reversibly turns red in acidic environments with a pH less than 7 and the pigment turns...

Actually, mine was the perfect second car. (The first was an Opel Manta; impossible to find parts for). Here's my beloved Chevette:

That's truly spooky. You must have been really tired to fall asleep again so soon after. However, your initial thought that it might have been rats...that would have been just as terrifying to me as a ghost!

blessmycottonsocks had a good thought, that they were checking that the room was ready for guests. But that dragging sound might have been a ghost! It wasn't the sound of chains dragging, though, was it?

As a matter of fact, it was. ;)

I guess great minds think alike. Or is it dirty minds, tee hee.

Now that you mention it, I'm reminded of when I was a young thing and waitressed in a hotel restaurant for both lunch and dinner. The young Hungarian chef had a guest room designated for him to relax and rest between meals, and one day he was very hospitable, and, well, never mind...I guess it...

Is it possible that two staff members with a key to the room across the way entered it for purposes of, uh, nooky? Then made sure to leave the room all tidy the way they found it?

Genius!

Bongos? Have you experienced a time slip back to the 1950s? Oh, well. I'll just have to fly cross-country (after buying myself some Doc Martin's) and take care of his shin myself. So now it's up to you to find your sister in those biker bars.

Health food stores and yoga lessons.

I forgot to ask -- where does your sister hang out? :cool:

Sounds good to me! They say justice delayed is justice denied, but I think I still would be pleased with the balancing of the scales of justice. Make sure you wear heavy shoes, tee hee.

It's a good thing I like the song "Turn, Turn, Turn," since it's now going to be a stubborn earworm.

I'm not overly enthusiastic about expected photographs of spiders.

I just wanted to pipe up and say that while I truly empathize with your situation with your sister, that's not the only way the world works. My little brother would come up to me, unannounced, and kick me in the shin with his really hard little-boy-shoe (the old-fashioned kind that laced up...

Did something else of yours disappear?

So sorry about the loss of one of your twins.

Or maybe had a momentary seizure? That would account for the "staring with a glazed expression."

Wow, I didn't know it was kosher to sit on the throne without the appropriate headgear!

And here I was all ready to wink my tiddle. Must be the Yank version. :hahazebs:

I should perhaps mention that as a child I played a game called "tiddly winks." Never knew what "tiddly" meant then either.

Tiddly or not (and by the way, what does "tiddly" mean, asks a Yank), what you suggest makes perfect sense to me.

Oh, do tell! I'm interested in the detail.

Oh yes, of course. I can well imagine all sorts of misidentification. I was just thinking that if I'm right that beavers hang around and swim in water (not that I really know anything much about them, being a city girl and all), and cats hate swimming and bodies of water, then the environment of...

Cats that like water?

Not exactly encouragement to go camping there. Of course, losing one's life to any of these non-paranormal dangers could be the start of a new local story/legend.

Hello 王泥喜法介, It's frustrating when you're not quite sure how to interpret something, isn't it?

When I play the lottery, I always choose to let the computer pick the numbers. It's too much responsibility to choose them myself. If I were to lose a mega jackpot by just one number, I would much rather blame the computer than kick myself for picking the wrong number.

As long as you have a metal detector, you may often find you "have some change left over." I'd love to have an unexpected windfall or two!

I'd love to know what language was spoken in Atlantis. If the priestesses all congregate in Facebook groups where English is used, that's quite some linguistic coincidence. :thought:

Do you have any 3-digit gambling opportunities?

Thanks for the suggestion! I will keep my eye out (nose out?) for said perfume.

That is so spooky!

What an impressive obituary for JF!

Thanks for more detail!

Thanks for the detail!

Originally from NJ. Currently in AZ also. Are you in Maricopa County?

Thank you!

The phrase you cited reminds me of a quote I read a long time ago, such that I no longer remember the name of the Latin American bishop who said it, but he said something to the effect "When I fed the poor they called me a saint. When I asked why they were poor they called me a communist."

I had thought perhaps the candy (sorry, sweets*) earned the name from the color rather than from any authenticity of flavor, but now on a dare I would try the treat, then bite down on a delicate violet just to see, lol. o_O *actually, I have a great fondness for British English, probably...

Yup, I'm across the pond. Have you eaten violets to know their taste? Are they edible?

Ah, but the mystery is the attraction, non?

Nope. In this particular context, just the title gives me the willies.

What's a Parma violet gin? It sounds luscious. Chiefly because I love the color. Is Parma a brand name? Is it truly violet in color? Thanks.

I want to thank those of you who discussed the Nutty Putty cave accident with just enough detail to make absolutely certain that I never read or listen to anything more about "the stuff of nightmares."