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Briefly, I've been wanting to get an office job for almost half a year now, but I realise that isn't for me. In fact, I loath the fact that I've spent my entire life indoors. Yes, I'm >>1276887
What I actually want to do is get into conservation, becoming a park ranger or even just volunteering. I live in Scotland.
Can anyone share some experiences? If anyone's in Scotland, could you share some websites with some good info?
Handaxe = Hair Razor?
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Paraphrase: "The handaxe is the oldest recorded Sapien tool. It is believed to simply be a work of art because it is always found in pristine condition and is too small and inefficient to hack anything well. However, it is still the most widely distributed artifact, and is believed to have been passed down by many generations, spanning the entire globe."
I guess it was used to cut hair. Why do people call it worthless? I figure it must be some kind of faux-razor. Here's how you use it (assuming you don't have an afro), hold your own hair at the roots to protect it, and have someone else pull the ends taught and then saw them off with the handaxe.
Right? That explains why they're never broken, and why they're found practically everywhere that Homo Sapiens have lived.
Some pictures of my dogs
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Well, I should say of my late dogs...I thought I would share some pictures I received that were taken quite awhile ago. Brings back memories....
The one on the right is Molly, our Greater Swiss Mountain Dog. The demon dog on the left there is Truman, who is a Chocolate Lab / Border Collie mix.
Molly was the alpha/queen/etc of the house, and she would let Truman know it sometimes, but they got along famously. The only time I think she really snapped at Truman was one day when my dad got home and Truman tried to greet him first at the door. Molly didn't take too kindly to that.
Anyways, every single night when my dad would get home, the two would try to show off to him by playing tug-of-war. Without fail, one of them would grab a toy, and they would get in front of him and play around with a toy.
A few more pics to follow.