This is so much better than the sad, lonely normal residents of this thread, by the way.
I would assume transcribing, but I had the same question.
There's a foundation for the blind in my neighborhood and out front there's an enormous bronze eye forged into a guardrail. It struck me as sort of insensitive to the patrons before I realized they probably didn't even know it was there.
When it comes to that service, I really only reach out to people who are speech disabled at this point. Most of my outreach consists of telling seniors about our captioned telephone services.
Deaf people still have ears.
Edit: my ear comment was in response to Hannah's bronzed eye.
Bronze, not bronzed. It's a pretty important distinction in this case.
Me too. I'm trying to figure out how to write it into my online dating profile so that it sufficiently portrays me as non-threateningly quirky, lighthearted, and whimsical.
Though in retrospect I guess that baby may have gone out with the bathwater when I picked the username CadaverLab.
Would our socket hold a bronzed eye?
When I turn my face to the side it all just vanishes into the aether.
Hannah, what should we rub on the skin?
Izzy is nearly 8 and she's a serious origami supporter.
You must hang low.
They've also managed pretty successfully as the other constituent parts of my legal team, though I'm not going to pretend I don't feel a little alienated to be the only one who isn't an individually motivated part of Bryan at the meetings.
Any clitoris would be impressed with genitals that could do that.