Alyson Halvarson

@histories_arch How were the perfect holes created it looks like a 21st century hole punch was used.

The 3,000-year-old "Cairo Toe," discovered in Egypt, showcases the advanced medical and craftsmanship skills of ancient civilizations, serving as one of the oldest functional prostheses in history. In the necropolis of Sheikh 'Abd el-Qurna, west of Luxor, Egypt, archaeologists uncovered a remarkable artifact that offers a glimpse into the ingenuity of ancient Egyptian medicine and craftsmanship: the Cairo Toe, a prosthesis dating back approximately 3,000 years. The prosthesis, found attached to the remains of a woman believed to be the daughter of an ancient priest, is considered one of the oldest functional prosthetic devices ever discovered. Made from a combination of materials, likely including wood and leather, the toe was designed with extraordinary precision, adjusted multiple times to ensure a perfect fit for the wearer. This discovery highlights not only the advanced anatomical knowledge of ancient Egyptians but also their dedication to both functionality and aesthetics. The prosthesis was crafted to look natural, reflecting the cultural importance placed on appearance and dignity, even in cases of physical disability. The ability to walk comfortably with such a device underscores the level of expertise achieved by Egyptian artisans and medical practitioners. The Cairo Toe is more than an isolated artifact—it represents the ancient Egyptians' holistic approach to medicine, their technical sophistication, and their deep understanding of the human body. This extraordinary prosthesis provides a powerful testament to the civilization’s commitment to improving the quality of life for its people, even in an era long before modern medical advancements. #archaeohistories

@RB_brecksville @Matt_Pinner That is always the right answer

@Matt_Pinner Make coffee?

You wake tomorrow to this ❄️ What is the first thing you do?

@PaulMarcoe The Russians?

4 things I think most GenX was afraid of. Acid Rain Quick sand Bermuda Triangle Amnesia What else?

@ThrillaRilla369 genx here- we didn’t want to stay at home there was nothing to do - no cable tv, no cell phones or socials.

Serious question- did your parents ever let you take a mental health day from school growing up?

@NinaPanickssery Many “boomers” are still working. Disinterest depends on their free time and perhaps willingness to raise a second generation of children.

Genuinely curious—why don’t more people use their own parents/kid’s grandparents for childcare as opposed to daycare/preschool/nannies (which seem more common)? Is it common for boomer grandparents to show disinterest in their grandchildren?

@BriGuySense @AshtonForbes Why would we want to be surveilled in our own home

@AshtonForbes It still blows my mind that there are still people without a single camera on/in their home in 2026.

Holy crap they’re just now releasing McCasland’s wife’s 911 call and she knew immediately that he ran. He always has his phone on him and he left it and turned it off. Changed his clothes before he left. Wow

@80s_channel Light a cigarette

@marenrexic @TMZ I blocked that out I guess

@nellbell111 @TMZ the hetrosexual show that had two men together already in it’s earlier seasons and also had one of it’s main characters (benedict) involved in a threesome with another man? yes so hetrosexual

"Bridgerton" will feature a lesbian love story in its fifth season! Watch the teaser: tmz.me/Qur1owJ

@JustAMomNamedMM Same.

I really wish that someone had talked about perimenopause when I was younger. Like I never heard any woman ever talk about it. Not ever. That pisses me off. They should have been warning us girls how bad it was going to be. Instead, we stumble into it blindly

@whatonnetflix Unhappy

Are you happy or disappointed that Netflix is covering Francesca and Michaela in season 5 of Bridgerton?

@bridgerton Hard pass

Do not fret, dearest readers, for a certain countess shall find love again... Bridgerton Season 5 is now in production.

@callmeMaharani Ciggies

What is a sound or smell that doesn’t exist anymore, but 30 years ago was so common it was considered background noise?

@Teranova2112 @SkyNewsAust @newscomauHQ That’s what a woman’s body looks like bozo

Does Meghan Markle have a little bun in the oven!?! Or is that just a beer gut? @SkyNewsAust @newscomauHQ

@krassenstein Better than Biden and he works 24/7

WOW! Trump can barely get off the plane. The Iran war stress is aging him rapidly.

@elonmusk Totally agree

Reinforcing negative neural pathways via therapy or introspection is a recipe for misery. Don’t cut a rut in the road.

@MarcMencha98 Yes like reducing obesity, diabetes and fatty liver disease

Ozempic is gonna end up causing a lot of issues for people.

@TaraBull All I see is that She needs a stylist

It was quick. Did you catch it?

@spectator I highly recommend listening to an audio reading on the sleepy bookshelf podcast. It’s very well done.

It is doubtful just how many of those who buy Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights as a book will manage to read over 300 pages. A generation weaned on Twitter/X and TikTok is obviously unused to paragraphs of more than 140 characters, and comprehending the complex plot and Victorian vocabulary of this convoluted classic is clearly proving a challenge to some. ✍️ Nigel Jones Article | spectator.com/article/gen-z-…

@nimblephatty @collide_ai Ahhh yes I love being the genxer we never gave AF and even less now :). But seriously our wisdom is peak.

Starting a new blog on @collide_ai Calling it Old Man Coffee. Here’s the first one: I’m the Oldest Guy in the Room Now. And Honestly? It’s Kinda Dope. Listen up, kids. (See? Already doing the old-man thing.) It happened so gradually I didn’t even notice until one random Silverhill board meeting when Mike Heinz ghosted us. I looked around the table and boom—there it was. I was the oldest dude in the room. The gray-haired elder. The fucking adult. The human equivalent of “back in my day we used to…” I fully expected to hate it. I was ready to spiral into some midlife (okay, late-life) crisis where I start buying Corvettes and wearing hoodies (oops that actually happened). Instead? I kinda love it. It’s like I woke up as Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Not the depressed weatherman version—the one who finally figures out the cheat codes after repeating the same Tuesday for 10,000 years. That’s the secret sauce nobody tells you: wisdom isn’t about being smarter. It’s just pattern recognition on god mode. You’ve seen the hype cycle before. You’ve watched the “this time it’s different” pitch crash and burn in 4K. You know which shiny new strategy is actually just last decade’s turd with better fonts. The young guns are still out there discovering fire. I’m over here like, “Yeah, we tried that in ’08. Spoiler: it ends with everyone crying in the parking lot.” Big mindset upgrade, honestly. Went from “please don’t let me be the old guy” to “step aside, rookies, Boomer got this.” And speaking of Boomer (officially for the record I’m Gen X, made it by three years)… my current morning routine is straight-up elite. For the last 3–4 years I’ve been meeting this crew of absolute legends in Richmond—dudes in their 70s, 80s, 90s. We drink coffee, talk sports betting, and swap wisdom all while talking over each other. None of them have tuned their hearing aids in years. The best part? These guys tell the same stories every single day, except the details change like they’re running a live-action fanfic. Yesterday’s heroic business win is today’s cautionary tale. One dude’s golf game goes from eagle to “I shanked it into the woods and blamed the cart girl.” It’s the most beautiful, chaotic theater I’ve ever seen. I leave those breakfasts smarter, happier, and low-key terrified my own memory is next on the chopping block. Then I roll into Collide and immediately start doing full Bill Murray impressions for the team. And here’s the beautiful part: these kids have no idea who Bill Murray is. To them I’m some comedic savant inventing gold on the spot. I’m over here recycling What About Bob? bits from 1991 and they’re treating me like the second coming of Chappelle. Little do they know I’m just a dude who peaked in the second Bush administration and is now coasting on “vintage content.” So yeah. I used to dread becoming the old guy. Now I’m leaning all the way in. The view’s better up here. The stories are funnier. And every once in a while, some wide-eyed 28-year-old asks me for advice and I get to feel like I earned it. Aging in this game beats the alternative. I’ll take the pattern recognition, the coffee crew, and the free laughs over being the eager beaver any day. So welcome to my new blog on Collide that I’ll publish whenever I damn well please. Welcome to Old Man Coffee. — Chuck (still nimble, mostly phatty) @nimblephatty on the hellsite formerly known as Twitter