Be a post whore!
So, you want your post count to go up? But can't think of anything worthy of its own thread? Post here!
Your random thoughts. Your useless post posting. Before you know it, you'll be a post whore extraordinaire!
See, now you're just starting an argument with me.
[COLOR="Silver"]j-o-k-e, m'kay?[/COLOR]
I am only an egg. You grok?
Why would we want our post numbers to go up? I don't see the incentive. Maybe if I got free iPod or something for every 1,000 posts.
I am only an egg. You grok?
"Grok"? I haven't heard that since the 60s. "Stranger In A strange Land".
And I can be a post whore, pre-whore and any other kind of whore.
I have one:
Walking through the halls, it occurred to me that when the first part of this building was built, in 1973, they never dreamed that students would one day not carry backpacks, but would wheel them along behind them. So the flooring in that part is tile/grout. You can imagine the noise between classes.
When I was in college there was only one way to transport stuff to class: a backpack with one, and only one, strap on your shoulder. To carry with two straps meant you were a total loser.
But, we didn't have laptops wayyyyyy back then. :rolleyes:
wrt backpacks in college...
Went to the health center because my back was killing me. Doc (nurse, pa, whatever...) said "stand up straight" and I did. I looked in the mirror, yep, straight. Ok, now take off your backpack and stand up straight. Ok, no problem. Stood up straight, felt straight, balanced fine, felt fine. Looked in the mirror and I saw myself shrinking away from some invisible something on my right. Like I was leaning away from something extremely distasteful. Needless to say, nothing was there. Including the nothing of my 25 pound backpack which I routinely wore "non-total-loser-style" on my right shoulder *only*. I had trained my body to accept this asymmetrical load and without it, I was definitely crooked. But my back hurt like crazy. And the prescription was to wear the load evenly. If the left shoulder went naked, that meant no backpack. If I had to bring the backpack (and I always did), two straps, two shoulders, and stand up straight, boy!
I'm a looooo-ooh-ooh-ser...[/musical reference]
Shortly after I registered, someone on here was talking about their dad (I think) totally buggering his knee by constantly sitting with on leg curled under him. I said "oh i do that too". Now my knee's buggered. :rolleyes:
I bought a Furminator for my cats, and boy, does that thing de-fur!
Shortly after I registered, someone on here was talking about their dad (I think) totally buggering his knee by constantly sitting with on leg curled under him. I said "oh i do that too". Now my knee's buggered. :rolleyes:
Me, too. And that same knee was buggered (I love that word, hope you don't mind if I borrow it) when I had the cartilage taken out because of HS basketball. But it's the only way I feel really comfortable.
And the prescription was to wear the load evenly. If the left shoulder went naked, that meant no backpack. If I had to bring the backpack (and I always did), two straps, two shoulders, and stand up straight, boy!
So true, fashion over function. Just like many women's shoes. :)
and we're on the road to post-whoredom! I know I'll never be able to catch up with The Cellar's long-time residents.
... gee, you guys must be so old!
;)
careful there you whippersnapper, or I'll hit you with my cane... the next time you come inta mah YARD! [oldfart]
Wow, I'm so rarely accused of fashionable behavior or dress that I'm momentarily speechless.
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Actually, it precious little to do with fashion, more like expediency / laziness. Grab, swing and go. I know better now, though. My most recent pack was very very very heavy, probably 80-90 + pounds and I could not possibly carry it one shouldered. It damn near crushed me just putting it on.
i thought the word/song/image association threads were for post count padding?
and we're on the road to post-whoredom! I know I'll never be able to catch up with The Cellar's long-time residents.
... gee, you guys must be so old!
;)
Yes, I am old! :rolleyes: But also I have no friends IRL. :p
i thought the word/song/image association threads were for post count padding?
I tried many times to resurrect image association; I think it's very funny...but no one was biting.
and we're on the road to post-whoredom! I know I'll never be able to catch up with The Cellar's long-time residents.
... gee, you guys must be so old!
;)
So old that we're discussing our knackered joints. Next we'll be on to our flatulence problems and the yoof of today with their damn cellphones......
...and yet so very useful.
And on the topic of backpacks, I'm so glad that by the time I was in high school/college the nerd chic was picking up speed and it was totally acceptable to wear your backpack on both shoulders.
wearing heavy backpacks or purses over one shoulder constantly can deform your skeleton
Can you say, messenger bag?
Fuck backpacks. No backpack's got style like my bag!
it doesn't count if you bought it that way
I don't understand the whole post-count "thing". Why is it even visible?
I can't do the pic association thing, because -- the only way I know to get pics on here is to upload them to my photobucket account first, then download them here. A lot of hassle for a toss-off post.
It's like more posts and your more popular?
I don't equate post count with popularity. Do you?
However, I find the post count can be a helpful guide to the newbie. Like me.
restless today--can you tell?
i might be postwhoring a bit, but even I'm not double posting.
And I'm stealking that bag. It's mine now. Or I'll cut off your nipples.
it's not about the post count, anyway.
It's about having a place to say something . . . when you really don't have anything to say.
it doesn't count if you bought it that way
I did all of it myself, except the ramones "seal" and the few scattered ramones stuff around it. all the pins, buttons, patches, everything are all mine.
steal worthy, indeed, then
I don't understand the whole post-count "thing". Why is it even visible?
It's like more posts and your more popular?
It's OK not to get it. Life's more fun with the odd mystery here and there :lol:
I posted on the Kentucky Fried Rex thread, and no one answered my question.
It's like more posts and your more popular?
I'm popular, and I only have about 70 posts at the moment. But I'm in a band, so I'm automatically cool.
I just ate Ramen's soup Oriental flavor. And I noticed while looking at the bottom of my bowl....
There's a shitload of salt in there. Mmmmmmmmm tasty
So, you want your post count to go up? But can't think of anything worthy of its own thread? Post here!
Your random thoughts. Your useless post posting. Before you know it, you'll be a post whore extraordinaire!
You haven't found the word association thread yet, I take it.
I think people with high post counts have either been here for a while, or they're really really fucking annoying and have an opinion about everyting. Not like me. I hardly ever share my opinion with you all. :)
I have one:
Walking through the halls, it occurred to me that when the first part of this building was built, in 1973, they never dreamed that students would one day not carry backpacks, but would wheel them along behind them. So the flooring in that part is tile/grout. You can imagine the noise between classes.
Oh, my dear, you are so young.
In 1973 there were three ways to carry your books.
One was in a big, loose pile.
The other was bound together with a rubber strap that linked together with these bent metal clips on either end, kind of like a bungie cord but flat, and instead of the hook thingies with the points, it was more like a little toggle/buckle deal.
If you were a total loser, you carried a briefcase of some kind, either the traditional hard sided suitcase like variety, with a snap lock in the middle, or one of the top open kind that would balloon out a wee bit with a strap over the top that snapped into a latch on the side. You probably had at least one totally geekish teacher (Latin or Science, usually) in high school that still carried one of these.
Of course, textbooks were a lot smaller then, since you only had to take Readin', Ritin', 'Rithmatic, P.E., and Shop for boys, Home Ec for girls.
Why would we want our post numbers to go up? I don't see the incentive. Maybe if I got free iPod or something for every 1,000 posts.
iPod? pfft.
I got the car.
Hey...what's wrong with those brief casey type thing a me's? I had one of those when I was going to Uni...a couple of years ago.
Re backpacks - when I was at school the fashion for girls was canvas shopping bags - either plain or usually with a polital/ pressure group logo (Greenpeace, Friends of the Earth, Amnesty etc).
They were great because you could draw all over them and they kept your books/ folders upright which stopped any loose notes falling out. Only problem was you had to carry your lunchbox separately because it wouldn't fit. Once you've got a bag over your shoulder, a lunchbox in your hand and say a can of Coke for your breakfast in the other hand, you don't have a spare hand to read your Sylia Plath as you walk along, and how on earth are people going to realise how troubled and deep your are otherwise?
Boys just had big sports bags, which eventually they were told had to be left in the cloakrooms because there wasn't enough room in the school corridors for teenage testosterone and big bags.
As the only things boys kept in their bags were schoolwork and manky old sports clothes it's not as if anyone was going to steal anything, so it worked quite well.
I always hated lunchboxes. No matter how much my mum washed it, it smelled and then the smell invaded my sandwich because it was wrapped in waxed paper.:yelsick:
Then it wasn't packed right. My Lunchbox never ever smelled.
Smelly boxes = poor hygiene
:)
"Will you eat my box while I work? Eat it while I work."--Hagfish
Coke for breakfast, Sundae Girl?
Coke for breakfast, Sundae Girl?
Diet Coke, please :)
Speaking of breakfast, I think I'm going to White Castle.
A high post count is not as rewarding to me as starting a thread that generates a lot of responses.
Wolf, the rubber strap and briefcase were for misfits. Either you carried them in a stack against your side (the front was for girls) or in your "gym bag". Anything else would get your balls busted.
ravenranter, waxed paper? even hear of plastic zip-lock bags?
A high post count means nothing except that you have too much time on your Goddamned hands. :D
. . . or are addicted to the Internet.
Just to clarify--this is a place to put one-off, random, or silly posts that don't rise to the level of a whole thread itself. I find it useful for sharing my occasionally brilliant bon mots.
ahem.
Oh no...any post can rise to the level of a thread. This is the Cellar after all.
A high post count is not as rewarding to me as starting a thread that generates a lot of responses.
See? Forget middle school, high school, there's still popularity need on the Internet!
Anyways, I used a brown paper bag for grades 6-12. Lunch boxes were strictly for elementary school. You couldn't be popular if you brought a bright green lunchbox (actually for me it'd be a mushy soft bag) to school and had to take it with you to recess....
No, my mum washed my lunchbox every night. I think my lunch box smelled funky because the waxed paper allowed odors to co-mingle, giving me tuna salad sandwiches with apple-flavored bread. That, and there were no gel packs. There were no ziplock bags: It was either waxed paper or "sandwich" bags...Mind you, I'm talking about the 60's and 70's.
They fed us at the schools I went to. I'd give 5 dollars for one of those little rectangular pizzas right now! :)
One year while they remodeled our high school's cafeteria, Mcdonalds catered our lunches. The set up was really confusing and it was a few weeks before I figured out where I was supposed to pay for my awesome chef's salad (remember when they had those - why did they stop???).
It was always funny to run into D-Town alum years later - someone would always bring up the year of the free Mcdonalds.
They fed us at our school too. It was truly awful -I'd've given anything to be allowed to take packed lunches.
My school was a closed campus. You either brought your lunch or ate in the cafeteria.
Now, when I see HS students congregating at fast food places every day for lunch--it seems wrong. And not very nutritious. God forbid they should do something as uncool as bringing homemade food for lunch.
I hate tract houses! I'd rather live in a yurt.
Housing is TOO FUCKING EXPENSIVE!
Housing is TOO FUCKING EXPENSIVE!
[crazy time travel guy] It won't be after 2012 when the bird flu pandemic comes through. Lots of empty homes then. [/crazy time travel guy]
[crazy time travel guy] It won't be after 2012 when the bird flu pandemic comes through. Lots of empty homes then. [/crazy time travel guy]
Nothing to do with the flu, though, but because people can't afford to light their homes what with old-fangled bulbs being outlawed. yurts by candlelight'll be all they can manage.
i see myself as a future survivor of a major pandemic.
Bring out your Dead!
And get the Led out!
what's going on?!?!? I'm con-fus-ed
Puh...we'll see bird flu as soon as the killer bees get here.:headshake
In the Police song Message in a Bottle, the line, I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle. Does someone mean anyone, or does someone mean, that special someone.
As for the message in a bottle. Does Sting have a drinking problem. Maybe he has deep problems than that, and his drinking is a cry for help.
Bring out your Dead!
And dance around with their body parts
no body parts!
and Weird Harold--I think it's someone as in anyone.
Coke for breakfast, Sundae Girl?
Didn't everyone have unhealthy breakfasts as a teenager?
As soon as I started earning my own money (evening & weekend job) I was able to indulge in all the things that were rationed at home. Hence sugary fizzy drinks as soon as I left the house :rollhappy
my breakfasts are getting worse as i get older, it now consists of 2 coffees & 2 cigarettes.
I shall probably be dead by 2012
You're only giving yourself five more years?
That's kind of a dim outlook.
Isn't the Aztec prediciton the world will end in 2012?
I saw something, probably on the Discovery channel, yes 2012 they have it down to the day, and somewhere on the other side of the globe the same date is predicted.
My Furminator works hard.
My refrigerator hardly works.
My brain just drifts.
:)
Do bikers listen to music.. ive been wondering about this for a while. Do they have to listen to the bike all day or do they have music in their helmets... :confused:
Isn't the Aztec prediciton the world will end in 2012?
The Mayan Calendar ends 12/21/2012.
The last time the Mayan Calendar ended and began a new cycle, the Spaniards came to the New World.
The world doesn't end. It just changes.
But you won't see the repercussions right away.
Maybe they grew tired of making the calendar and decided to stop there.
In the High School cafeteria (the HS i went to in KCMO), every Thursday we had Chicken Fried Steak day. CFS was delicious and included: mashed taters and gravy and a roll. MMmmmmm....
I also loved the Tostadas (funky ass pizza), and the Otis Spunkmeyer double chocolate cookies (4/dollar).
*long, ear splitting, primal scream*
Oh boy......that felt good.
I'm getting really tired of dodging kids in stores who wear those sneakers with the built-in rollers.
Keep a handful of gravel in your pocket to toss on the floor in front of them.
I hate it when people throw gravel in front of me as a rollerblade through the store.. :p
Ohh, I think my dingy's hanging out!
I feel like crap today. I stayed up way too late reading a book, and I fell down a couple of stairs and landed on my ass. Jarred my spine, and I'm all sore today. (and no, it was not my cats playing Staircase of Death. This time.)
So, how are you?
I hit a new max on Straight-Legged Dead Lifts and then went dancing. In some circles this is referred to as a "bad idea." I'm so sore today it's not even funny. Too bad the pills that mother gives don't do anything at all. :thepain:
oooh, but I love that soreness feeling. And dancing! good for you!
After a good workout, that soreness feeling is great too. It means your workout worked!
I return to civilization tuesday! :D
some new kink, grant?
Edit: Re: the caltrops. (Okay, I can't figure out how the multi-quote thingy works. Which is actually fine with me, 'cause it's usually pretty obnoxious)
I still feel like shit today from falling. Too bad--it's pretty nice out. :(
I'm watching my Belly Dance Superstars at the Folies Bergere DVD, and rotating 15 minutes picking up the upstairs, downstairs, & kitchen. Slow going, though.
Lo Wang is: Shadow Warrior
"Woops, Lo Wang drop soap, you bend over get it, hahaha"
The quotes are funnier if you could find the game or the sound files.
lol, you push the multi quote button on each post you want to quote, in order, and then you push the actual quote button on the last one you wish to quote. I've been here less than a week and I got it figured out.
It's pretty cool.
I do all my quotes by hand. I hate it when a whole post is quoted when really only a sentence or two is being responded to.
I do all my quotes by hand. Just like in the olden days.
You can remove any of the quote with the backspace key. You can also put words in people's mouths.
People who drive with dogs on their lap should be fucked to death by Sting.
Shadow warrior was a great game, AND hilarious. The kamikaze sapper was brilliant.
Let's pretend we're married and
go
all
night!
Worst/greatest pickup line ever.
"Nice shoes.....wanna fuck?"
I know someone that used that, he did not get laid that night.
Did he get a compensatory flash instead?
Nope, nothing.
He is kind of a tool anyways so I didn't really feel bad for him.
I HATE MY JOB. MY OTHERWISE WONDERFUL BOSS HAS BECOME A MICRO-MANAGING PAIN IN MY ASS. THE BOARD SHOT DOWN OUR REQUEST FOR ANOTHER STAFF PERSON, WHICH WE ASKED FOR BECAUSE OUR WORKLOADS HAVE INCREASED AT LEAST 4 FOLD SINCE I'VE BEEN HERE (5 years.)
SNARL, GRUMP, SNAP...
:(
Got a call from my wife a few minutes ago. She had been able to secure some ammonia from the grocery store, and has doused two rags thoroughly with the foul stuff and shoved them into the base of our chimney where the furnace hooks into it. Hopefully that will drive our resident raccoon away. She's also called a chimney sweep to install a chimney cap later in the week. If the raccoon isn't gone by then, the chimney $weep can remove it for a $mall fee.
Moral of the story? You may be able to get away without a chimney cap for many many years, but eventually the lack of a cap will be a bigger problem than if you had just put one on in the first place.
Blackberry server down.
Hair on fire.
More updates as events unfold.
How big is your chimney's opening? Mine is like, two little cylinders less than a foot radius. A racoon got in there? Dangggg.
How big is your chimney's opening? Mine is like, two little cylinders less than a foot radius. A racoon got in there? Dangggg.
I didn't measure it, but it looks about 8 inches square from the ground.
I didn't measure it, but it looks about 8 inches square from the ground.
Sigh, doesn't everything? :rolleyes:
My mom used to use ammonia, to strip the wax on the floor. One time I told her I couldn't go to school, cuz I had pneumonia. She asked me how I knew, and I said because I could small ammonia. I was so gosh darned cute.
Ammonia smells bad. Really bad. I lost my sense of smell because of it.
Yellowish crud in sinus disturbed digestive tract not sleeping driving driving driving no exercise bad food make Homer grumpy
Morons I work with apparently mix ammonia and bleach...no wonder they're brain dead.
So, you want your post count to go up? But can't think of anything worthy of its own thread? Post here!
Your random thoughts. Your useless post posting. Before you know it, you'll be a post whore extraordinaire!
I'm trying... I'm really trying hard. It's soooo difficult. :mecry:
Look what I did to my foot!
Shadow warrior was a great game, AND hilarious. The kamikaze sapper was brilliant.
You probably understand exactly how pissed off I was when it wouldn't run under XP. I miss that game.
Caught my pinky toe on the edge of a bookcase. There was a very audible crack when it happened. I'm pretty sure I broke it, but it's not like they can put a cast on a toe, I just have to be nice to it until it heals.
Look what I did to my foot!
If you're going to kick someone's ass, don't lead with the toes because you just force them back into the fleshly part of your foot. Always try to get more contact with the surface area on the top of your foot.
Buddy tape the pinky toe to the one next to it. Then go to the ER and get X-rays. You could have dislocated it, too.
ow!
yeah, broken toes are a bitch, 'cause there's not much you can do.
owie!
First aid for broken toe:
Don't do it again.
Look what I did to my foot!
You spilled watercolor on it?:)
That's nothing to laugh about. Ouch.
Better go ahead to the doc and get some meds. Its gonna start smarting real soon. No, I mean
really smarting.
How big is your chimney's opening?
:whofart: Is that the sort of question you should be asking a stranger on the internet?
I'm kinda panicky.
I have a few symptoms of being up the duff but I'm about 100% positive I cant be.
The army dude, wasn't it?
I need an Aussie/American dictionary. Does "up the duff" mean what I think it means? Are congratulations in order?
It means what you think it does, but her being "panicky" probably means a celebration isn't forefront in her mind.
I had the pleasure of speaking to my grandson this morning and wishing him Happy 8 years old. I asked him if he had opened his presents yet, and he informed me, in a doleful voice, "No, we have to open them as a family." Funny, because I can just hear him being told that. Over and over and over . . . :)
Got a call from my wife a few minutes ago. She had been able to secure some ammonia from the grocery store, and has doused two rags thoroughly with the foul stuff and shoved them into the base of our chimney where the furnace hooks into it. Hopefully that will drive our resident raccoon away. She's also called a chimney sweep to install a chimney cap later in the week. If the raccoon isn't gone by then, the chimney $weep can remove it for a $mall fee.
Moral of the story? You may be able to get away without a chimney cap for many many years, but eventually the lack of a cap will be a bigger problem than if you had just put one on in the first place.
I know you were all wondering how this turned out, and were worried for me.
Well, as it turns out, there was a break long enough in the showers that the roof dried off this afternoon, and the chimney sweep was willing to climb up there at the appointed time. The raccoon was no longer in the chimney. It had been driven away by the liberal application of ammonia soaked rags by us. The chimney sweep inspected the chimney and found no bedding materials brought in by the raccoon. He capped the chimney, wrote up an estimate to have some minor mortar repair done, and charged us a measly $113 dollars for the whole deal. I feel like we won the lottery. I was thinking we would have to pay a lot more, since everything is always outrageous around here.
glatt is one happy dude. :)
Why didn't you fire up the fireplace and furnace? Roasted coon is tasty.
it came to me again today: I am so, SO glad I'm not married!
I know you were all wondering how this turned out, and were worried for me.
Well, as it turns out, there was a break long enough in the showers that the roof dried off this afternoon, and the chimney sweep was willing to climb up there at the appointed time. The raccoon was no longer in the chimney. It had been driven away by the liberal application of ammonia soaked rags by us. The chimney sweep inspected the chimney and found no bedding materials brought in by the raccoon. He capped the chimney, wrote up an estimate to have some minor mortar repair done, and charged us a measly $113 dollars for the whole deal. I feel like we won the lottery. I was thinking we would have to pay a lot more, since everything is always outrageous around here.
glatt is one happy dude. :)
Call me I'll come over and charge you twice that if it would make you feel better. :D
I wish I could have a pizza for lunch.
"about" Dangerous word.
The army dude, wasn't it?
I need an Aussie/American dictionary. Does "up the duff" mean what I think it means? Are congratulations in order?
It means what you think it does, but her being "panicky" probably means a celebration isn't forefront in her mind.
Hmmm, home pregnancy kit says Negatori! I still feel funky.
In all honesty, I wouldve accepted the congratulations :) but would of been shitting myself telling him and waiting for him to come back from Iraq. He will be down here on pre deployment leave in 2 weeks, then I wont see him until the end of the year.
We have had the *what if* talk and he wants more kids, but I dont think he would of wanted them under these circumstances.
I dont know whether I want him to be the father of my children just yet though :)
Clod - Hows the foot?? thats some nasty bruising.
Cloud - youre not married? why are you happy? I'm a bit hazy on your circumstances. :blush:
My US friend (from WI) sent his stuffed raccoon over here for a holiday. I'm thinking I need to Flat Stanley him, so will have to take a trip to Sydney to get the compulsory Sydney Opera House pic.
:D Glatt
I just got up this morning, looked in the mirror . . . and scared myself.
EEK!
Must...increase...post count...
I felt the need to add to my post count and here is my post.
I feel so....cheap.
:p
Family Guy is hilarious.
I am watching Season 1 (which I downloaded yesterday) right now.
Lois: "Oh no!"
Meg: "Oh no!"
Chris:"Oh no!"
<<Mr. Kool-Aid bursts out of wall>>
Mr. Kool-Aid: "Oh yeahhhh!"
shit that was so funny
awful lot of animals around here: ducks, goats, toads, foxes . . . Maybe the Cellars is really a zoo in disguise!
anyone know what those motorized 2-wheel upright scooter thingies that the meter maids, etc. use are called?
Never seen them, but they sound like Segways.
yep! those are them, thanks. But Segway is a brand--they call them "self-balancing personal transportation devices."
Anybody ever ride/drive one? They look pretty scary to operate.
and . . .
they need rocket boosters for self-powered flight. <grin>
anybody see CSI (Las Vegas) last week?
near-fatal shellfish blowjob!
(falls on floor laughing)
Yeppers that was a Good CSI .
I want to go shopping!
but I think my dryer just died (it's plugged in this time, I swear!) so maybe not.
Sigh. 6 years at 1.47 posts per day.
My only excuse is that I don't post from work. One of the tradeoffs of using my real name is a certain degree of work/Cellar separation. Not that I expect that everyone who posts from work is sneaking around, I just don't do it.
I actually put a lot of thought into most of my posts, and even do fact-checking when I am not sure of something. This means it is much more time consuming for me to post than to read.
I actually follow a similar procedure for some work e-mails, the ones that go beyond 'send me a file' or "here's the file". This makes it difficult to 'fire off' e-mails.
why are you sighing? too many? or not enough?
Why does no one answer my questions?
uh . . . because we don't know the answers or can't think of plausible B.S.?
Youre one of them Cloud :p, in this very thread!!
Cloud - youre not married? why are you happy? I'm a bit hazy on your circumstances. :blush:
ah, sorry. No, I'm not married--divorced for many years. I'm happy because I'm not married. anymore. My husband was a fairly nice man, but a terrible alcoholic.
I like being alone. I can never relax completely unless I'm alone.
Clod - Hows the foot?? thats some nasty bruising.
Oh hey, one of the questions was for me, huh? Oops. I know I read it, I must have gotten distracted. Anyway, the foot's much better; I'm walking without pain and starting to pick things up with my toes again. :)
I like long hair on men, but I love the soft, bristly feel of a crew cut!
So I've had athletes foot for like 2 and a half years on my right foot. Never got it looked at by doctor, just itched it and sprayed it with Tough Actin' Tinactin' cause I'm a man, yeah! :male:
Anyway the ball of my foot is now so tough, rough, leathery and dry that there is slight loss of sensitivity. Is this a bad fungal infection? Should I switch to Lamisil?
I've been on a DVD/CD buying spree in the past month...3 new DVDs and a CD just today.
Is this a bad fungal infection? Should I switch to Lamisil?
Probably, and no. You should go see a doctor. They have prescription-strength stuff available that will actually do you some good.
"one pair of cats can produce 420,000 cats in seven years"
"home fries cooked in bacon fat"
YUK! that just sounds gross
Says you! Bacon fat...*drools*
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some 2:30 am random dancing by me
I think I just entered a time warp :eek:
Well, you just go on and bust that move, freshness! :)
Hey, we have the same chairs as you in Minnesota.
awful lot of animals around here: ducks, goats, toads, foxes . . . Maybe the Cellars is really a zoo in disguise!
and a ferret
I'm getting one of these corset necklaces for myself--the pic doesn't do it justice:
http://www.wickedgems.com/darker.pg2.13.pink&blk%20corset.htm
my beautiful Daughter No. 1 makes these!
There's something wrong with my digital cable. The lower, broadcast channels keep freezing up. I thought it was weather related, but it's been going on for a couple of days. Poop.
All the good ones are usually in the higher-ups...at least, for me they are. Skinemax!
A lot of my favorite shows are on CBS though--NCIS, CSI, Ghost Whisperer . . .
get rid of your wire coat hangers. That's right, remove all of those crappy, tangly, annoying wire coat hangers, and buy yourself some REAL coat hangers. You'll be much happier, trust me.
Friday evening is always a slow time on the boards.
Some people must have a life.
Obviously I do not.
I'm stuck at work, sort of, so I have an excuse. :D
I guess I could leave...but it's kind of fun here.
I don't like people here back at home.
I have a manky toe and it hurts.
What's a manky toe? Is it caused by too-cute shoes?
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
I like the red filter as well, to make it look like a B Movie promo shot :)
:neutral:
but
thats the light in my bedroom....watcha trying to say SG????
:p
I'm saying you live in The House That Dripped Blood :p
It DOES look like a Christopher Lee movie scene.
so tired. so, so tired.
:(
Anything goes in this thread? Ok then.
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"Gunter glieben glauchen globen”
There is no Dana, only Zuul
I wanted to make a clever comment about the bastard step son of a Klingon warrior and the Swedish Chef . . . but couldn't.
All my co-workers have severe Mondayitis. I'm the only one in a good mood. Nothing like having a new outfit to wear on Monday. Also, my boss is out of town. :)
A lot of my favorite shows are on CBS though--NCIS, CSI, Ghost Whisperer . . .
All I get is CBS, so have learned to love a lot of the shows. Cold Case, Without a Trace, Close to Home, How I Met Your Mother, The Class, etc.
why do we call a television a "set" -- if there's only one?
why do we call a television a "set" -- if there's only one?
'Cause you used to 'set' it on the floor (if you speak Ohioanese!) :)
(I suck, one of the last straws of a guy I broke up with years ago was when he asked me where in the restaurant I wanted to 'set'...my blood curdled and I knew his days were numbered. :redface: Well, that and his blatant littering, and his insipid puerile over-attention, and his leaving his pay stub around where I could find it, and his belief that his car was an extension of his penis. You get the drift.)
Hey, I passed my 1,000 post without marking the solemn occasion!
Clouds can be many things, but solemn is not among them. Congrats!
Crap. I totally forgot to eat lunch today. Am I the only person who forgets to eat on a regular basis?
Crap. I totally forgot to eat lunch today. Am I the only person who forgets to eat on a regular basis?
Yes.
Well, no - I work with 3 people who do. It's a bizarre coincidence that I'm the only fat one here, right?
BTW have you heard of a baby beanbag called a Doomoo? We're sending them to the States at a rate of 1-2 a week at the moment. Don't get me wrong - they're lovely items, but the shipping cost is about the same price as the seats themselves! Just wondered what the buzz was...
This thing? Nope, never seen it before. But we also don't have a similar product in the States that I know of, that transitions from an infant seat to a big kid's floor chair, so I can see how if someone decides they want one, they'd be willing to pay for it.
This thing? Nope, never seen it before. But we also don't have a similar product in the States that I know of, that transitions from an infant seat to a big kid's floor chair, so I can see how if someone decides they want one, they'd be willing to pay for it.
Yes, we do have things that go from an infant seat to a big kid's floor chair. We usually hire them as teachers.
This joke is brought to you in honor of my 1,000th post.
Crap. I totally forgot to eat lunch today. Am I the only person who forgets to eat on a regular basis?
I will sometimes actually.
I can go days without food, if only my wife was a lousy cook.
This thing?
Damn, you linked to a UK website - I should have linked to ours! (but I wasn't trying to promote our website so it's probably best not to muddy the waters).
Thing is, they're not British - they're Belgian. Just seems odd with the exchange rate the way it is that Americans are buying them from the UK. I suppose I should be pleased, but as it doesn't directly affect my wages I'm just a little puzzled instead.
I do know we're doing a roaring trade in inner tubes for Bugaboo pushchairs (we're out of stock again so it's not an advert) Honestly, if anyone can get hold of 12 1/2" x 2 1/4" inner tubes (with an angle valve) it's worth looking into. We sell them for £9.99 + £3.95 shipping to the US - I'm sure it can be done cheaper from there.
my grammar school has me listed as a "lost" alumni. There were 14 students in my graduating class in 6th grade (1968), and they don't have anyone listed.
I'm tempted to register with them, but then again . . . I'll be forever receiving solicitation for money if I do. :(
That's why I haven't joined the alumnae assoc. of my high school. I'd be deluged with donation requests, and there are so many other, richer, graduates than me.
I'm tired of brown. Brown, brown, brown. That's all that's in the stores in clothes and home dec.
Bring navy blue back!
Finding decent navy blue dress shoes? Almost impossible!
one word: Zappos. Zappos is amazing. Great selection, FREE shipping, easy returns, and supernatural speed! I ordered shoes on Tuesday; got them on Wednesday. One of the best retail online sites ever.
www.zappos.com--snip--
I do know we're doing a roaring trade in inner tubes for Bugaboo pushchairs (we're out of stock again so it's not an advert) Honestly, if anyone can get hold of 12 1/2" x 2 1/4" inner tubes (with an angle valve) it's worth looking into. We sell them for £9.99 + £3.95 shipping to the US - I'm sure it can be done cheaper from there.
Schraeder valve stems or Presta? How many do you want? Where do you want them shipped to? PM for details.
I bought my granddaughter Pooper Scooper Barbie for her birthday and the girls haven't stopped playing with her.
Pooper Scooper Barbie--I'm completely serious! She comes with a dog, and there are little brown bits that you put in the bowl for food, then somehow, you push on the dog's tail and then--poop!
Barbie with Tanner the Dogi was gonna get divorcee barbie for ripley. fucking thing costs $500 though!
yeah....apparently, it comes with half of ken's shit.
har har.
Reminds me of the pooping moose candy dispenser. Lift the tail and voila! Candy poop.
har har.
Reminds me of the pooping moose candy dispenser. Lift the tail and voila! Candy poop.
There's one in the office here. It is an effective deterrent to my candy consumption.
What would Cellar Barbie be like, I wonder?
What would The Cellar be like if everybody was actually nice?
So . . . my ex-husband calls me up today for advice on how to divorce his present wife.
Just think that's funny!
What would The Cellar be like if everybody was actually nice?
It would cease to exist...period. :)
What would The Cellar be like if everybody was actually nice?
Unrealistic.
I have a sudden craving for a BLT. It's hard not to eat pig products :(.
I just washed my sheepskin. Or maybe it's a lambskin? Ah, the scent of wet wool.
I went to a funeral at 8 am this morning.
Fascinating life I have, innit? (rolls eyes)
*erupts into spontaneous can-can dancing*
The employees at the Tire Center of or local Costco are AWESOME! They replaced the core of a tire stem that wouldn't take air, and aired all four tires for free! Yeah!
so according to the last census, my town/county has the 4th highest poverty level in the U.S. However, I just read a story that says my town is one of the 10 fastest growing cities in the country.
How can this be?
All the poor people are moving to your town.
and they tried to say I was a spammer, LOL, what the hell is this encouraging to post any ole' crap.
a repository for comments not big enough for their own thread, eh?
Cloud you keep bumping this so it gets more responds, right? Eh? I know what you're up to!
er no . . . I post here when I have a random thought I'd like to share
Good morning! Here's a cup of coffee::morncoff:
(although actually I'm drinking Green Lemonade because of the detox fast thingy I'm on)
Ooh...look who's in the whore thread. :headshake
I'm so coming up there to pimp slap you wench!!
Youre just jealous coz your slutting days are behind you.
Green Lemonade:
1 bunch romaine lettuce (or celery; or dark lettuce)
several stalks kale
1 whole lemon
1 (or 2) apples
ginger or mint
juice. drink.
I drink this most mornings for breakfast. Organic stuff is best for this, and you need a juicer. It's from the Raw Food Detox Diet by Natalia Rose. The lemon helps cut the "green" taste, and it's pretty yummy, especially if you put 2 apples in it.
I HATE end of financial year shit and I fucken hate PAYG certificates!!!
Oh and Cloud - that looks awesome. I have a super juicer but forget to use it.
thanks. What are PAYG certificates?
Umm....Group Certificates? Your earnings summaries for the year.
okay. The official document you turn in to the government for your taxes? Like W-2s here?
okay. The official document you turn in to the government for your taxes? Like W-2s here?
Really!? Cloud, how the heck do you get the government to pay
you taxes? I send my W-2 in every year and they expect
me to do the paying, too. :D
I'm a bit in love with my new boots!!
Now I am seriously shitty because overstock has sold out of them (Steve Maddens knee high wedges) and zappos/shoe mall want $143 for them when I paid $54 on overstock....WAAAAHHHHH!!!!
I want them in another colour!!!!
Sorry - princess moment over [COLOR="Silver"](kinda....not really)[/COLOR]
Really!? Cloud, how the heck do you get the government to pay you taxes? I send my W-2 in every year and they expect me to do the paying, too. :D
Now, you're making fun. (pout)
Oh, we can be post-whores here? What if we'd rather be post-sluts instead?
Now, you're making fun. (pout)
Sorry, Cloud. I was hoping for something of a laugh along with, not a laugh at you kinda thing. I'm a sarcastic so-and-so, but don't mean any harm. Heck, you've got a heart as big as Texas (good thing you live there) and I just love that, so I wouldn't want to be nasty to you. :blush:
What if we'd rather be post-sluts instead?
No, sorry; that's next door.
Pre-sluts are o.k., though. :D
(startled) nah, I'm the Grinchette!
:angel:
Oh, we can be post-whores here? What if we'd rather be post-sluts instead?
Hey- I finally get the chance to get paid for this, and have a chance to evade the awkward 2 days later phone call.
Quit trying to ruin it for everybody.
No, sorry; that's next door. Pre-sluts are o.k., though. :D
Ah, damnit. You people and your fun-ruining! :P
(startled) nah, I'm the Grinchette!
:angel:
[even more startled] You're green and you have a really really long, pointy upper lip??
:eek:
hey! where'dya see my piccie?
took 3 grandgirls to library today. Looked at books on ocean, and poetry for oldest. Littlest one was only interested in Disney princesses.
went on a job interview today, for a paralegal position with the City. They probably won't be able to offer enough money to tempt me away, but we'll see.
The government thing bothers me, too.
working for it.
I've always worked for small firms in the private sector, and I'm a bit concerned I'll have a problem with authority and rules. Iconoclast that I am.
Does anyone have any suggestions to help me talk my parents into getting a 3rd cat since we just lost our dog even though I'm going to college? My argument to them is that the 2 cats that we have now need another playmate since they've just lost one. And although I am going to college and wont be around like I am now I am only going an hour away and will still be home sometimes. Also that cats are pretty easy to take care of. They do their business in litter boxes, you fill their dishes and they feed off it, they sleep most of the time, they dont get into the garbage, and we have a water cooler that the 2 cats we have now know how to use so they get themselves water when they're thirsty. So I'm begging them to take me to the ASPCA to get a new cat. Can anyone help??
Not really. 2 cats is enough.
No kidding. Get your own damn cat if you want one so badly.
What is your problem? It was a simple question. Chill out.
Are you planning to take the cat to college?
I've just found the software that allows me to upload pictures from my camera. Yay!
There aren't any pictures on my camera at present, but I did have a paranoid suspicion I'd lost it in the move, so it's a good thing.
Oh and I have a spot on my chin. First I've had in months. I blame it on the lack of alcohol.
And I had scallops, poached egg and peas for tea. I think that's all I wanted to tell you right now.
I dislike dogs. I really, really hate cats.
http://www.planetdan.net/blog/2007/06/missing-piece.htmI'm not political, I think all politicians, whether republican, or democrats are scum, and deserve to be made fun of. MalsB wanting a cat reminded me of it. So blame MalsB, and MalsB I am a carpet installer, so I have first hand knowledge that cats don't use the litter box.
I dislike dogs. I really, really hate cats.
So there's an argument for MB to use -they'd be preventing one cat and you from encountering one another. Baby steps......
Ok ok ok...so I know that cats dont always go in the litter box. If we wait to long to change the litter box, the 2 that we have now will let us know by leaving a little gift somewhere in the house. My point was that they have the option to go in the litter box and most of the time they do, unlike dogs where you have to let them out every time they need to go.
And to monster...your comment made me laugh and you are right. And I just have a really big heart for animals...maybe I should just go work in an animal shelter. I've never understood how someone can "hate" dogs or cats. Rhianne...care to explain why[I]you hate animals so much?[/I]
I went to my high school sweetheart's wedding tonight. It was satisfying--I definitely still care about him and his future happiness, and this girl he's found is exactly perfect for him in all the ways that we weren't right for each other. I'm happy for both of us, that we both found the right person instead of sticking with the expected fairy tale that would have been anything but, in the long run.
But boy howdy, am I in a weird mood now.
I dislike dogs. I really, really hate cats.
Impossible...you HAVE to like one of them.
Unless you are...like...nuts or something?
I like my own dog, but I hate our neighbor's dogs that bark for hours at a time. Not too thrilled with the neighbors who won't get off their fat asses, and do something to shut them up either.
I like my own dog, but I hate our neighbor's dogs that bark for hours at a time. Not too thrilled with the neighbors who won't get off their fat asses, and do something to shut them up either.
kind of how I feel about kids
I'm happy for both of us, that we both found the right person instead of sticking with the expected fairy tale that would have been anything but, in the long run.
Very profound - and true.
I like to walk - dogs like to annoy, threaten and/or slaver all over people who like to walk.
Next door's cats shit all over my garden.
Well have you ever stopped to think that they are only animals? I don't believe dogs "try" to annoy and when they "threaten" well, once again...they're animals. It's what they do. Sorry you seem so miserable...
Yes, you're right, that's what they do. That's why I don't like them.
Whatever. I'm glad I never held anything against them for being animals and I'm glad I'm not a miserable person.
It was never my intention to, nor did I believe I would upset anyone with such a casual remark. Please allow me to apolgise. Really though, I'm not sure why you would think I'm a miserable person - I like people and I meet far more humans than dogs.
What is slaver? Is it like slobber?
I think I could turn and live with animals,
They are so placid and self-contained,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God.
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
i.e. no ulterior motives ;)
Yes, you're right, that's what they do. That's why I don't like them.
I laughed out loud when I read that this morning. I never do that when reading stuff on the internet. Did anyone ever welcome you to the Cellar? Welcome to the Cellar.
It was never my intention to, nor did I believe I would upset anyone with such a casual remark. Please allow me to apolgise.
It's nice of you to apologize, but whatever you do, don't take it back. You should dislike dogs that harass you when you go for a walk. It's reasonable.
That's a very nice gesture, glatt, yet I fear you've been beaten to it. I think Rhianne has a marvelous sense of humor, as indicated by her very first post and seakdiver's [post=363804]response[/post].
Haha, thanks everyone, I think this may be the message board I've been looking for for years - why did no-one tell me you were here?
Haha, thanks everyone, I think this may be the message board I've been looking for for years - why did no-one tell me you were here?
Ah, that's part of the screening process. ;)
1st rule of the Cellar....don't talk about the Cellar
Is it rule #2 where she has to get naked? if shes over 18 that is :)
I think there was a rule in there about posting pics of naked newbie self, is that the one you're thinking about?
Comfortably over 18 but I'm really a fat, sweaty, hairy-backed biker - and I'm sure you already have all the naked pictures of those you'll ever need!
You really can never have enough hair-backed, smelly bikers :)
D'oh! :smack: You mean I shaved my back for nothing?
Were you at least creative?
Like, did you shave my name into it or something???
That would really impress me.
Ha ha ha. You are a delight, Ducky!
He did do this though....
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His back hair is longer than his head hair!
Where's the involuntary shudder/dry heave smilie?
:lol: That's a great find, jester.
However, that's not me - my lats aren't that big. :D
I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it - after seeing what you wrote about shaving your back - well, it was just too good to pass up;)
Oh, don't be sorry. It was wonderfully funny, and if I couldn't take it, then I would not have had any right to open my mouth in the first place. :cool:
Where's the involuntary shudder/dry heave smilie?
Sorry, I was just using it, but I wiped it and put it back.
Sorry, I was just using it, but I wiped it and put it back.
Oh, please don't tell us
that need to use it had anything to do with seeing a hairy back. :p
Oh.my.god.
I'm a little in lust!
This is sounding pretty nasty...
Shhhh... virgin ears... :D
[SIZE="1"]Just thought I'd lurk around the forum a tad. [/SIZE]
Hey, it's nice to see you, Madman.
Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd be saying. :eek:
I want my metabolism back.
Where did it go? or is it an age thing?
Where did it go? or is it an age thing?
Actually, it's a
wish I could still eat like I did at 20 thing.
Its an age thing then, how old are you Drax?
Hey, it's nice to see you, Madman.
Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd be saying. :eek:
:eek:
Time and date check! :eyebrow:
I sorta figured this would be a good place to post something completely useless to get my post count up. Damn near at a hundred now. Should break that about the same time that steroid using home run hitter breaks Hank Aarons record.
Peeing is annoying
Sure does feel good when ya gotta go though.
Lurker out... :bolt:
Its an age thing then, how old are you Drax?
37, going on 260.
Peeing is annoying
Shitting is more annoying. :turd:
Transferring from my wheelchair to the toilet is annoying.
Gravity is annoying.
Medicare is annoying.
Stairs are annoying.
Exercise is annoying.
And Dubya, well he's not annoying, he's just an idiot. ;)
Hmmm....I cant recall if I knew you were in a wheelchair?
I dont read all the threads, so I often miss this essential bits of info.
Hmmm....I cant recall if I knew you were in a wheelchair?
Yep. I have quasi Cerebral Palsy, so I literally have what
Bill Cosby joking refers to as the condition that his kids have, which is
brain damage.
Gotta go. I'm missin' Bill Engvall. :D
"What was, was, and what is is is, and this what is... is what's happening right now." -- Paul Teutal, Sr.
Bom-chicka-bow-wow!
*Sorry* I can't help it.......
It's time for me to turn the TV off for a couple of years.....I guess I'm still more impressionable than I'd like.
(auditory hallucinations of just about anything)
Cicero, you are too funny! :)
More like a TV commercial for Axe, I'd say. Every late night porn movie I've seen on Showtime hasn't had anything like "Bom-chicka-bow-wow", but I've heard it many times on Axe commercials.
“The first thing you lose on a diet is brain mass." -- Margaret Cho
“A diet is when you watch what you eat and wish you could eat what you
watch.” -- Hermione Gingold, from a press report, 1973
"I feel about airplanes the way I feel about diets. It seems to me they
are wonderful things for other people to go on." -- Jean Kerr
"Food is an important part of a balanced diet." -- Fran Lebowitz
"I've been on a diet for two weeks and all I've lost is two weeks." --
Totie Fields
"What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet,
isn't much better than tedious disease.” -- George Dennison Prentice
"Never tell anyone that you're writing a book, going on a diet,
exercising, taking a course, or quitting smoking. They'll encourage you
to death.” -- Lynn Johnston, For Better or For Worse
"The fat epidemic is bullshit!" -- Penn Jillette, Penn & Teller's
Bullshit!: Obesity (Season 5 premiere; Showtime)
We have red-light cameras at several locations through-out our city. Just the other day I was passing thru one and saw an Ambulance on a call. The thought occurred - What if an Ambulance on call - went thru the red-light "flash" picture of said Ambulance. The letter/ticket for running a red-light is sent to whomever the tag is registered to. Who pays for it? The Ambulance Service or will that be an "added" charge to the individual for the use of the Ambulance Service? Hmmm - Enquiring Minds Want To Know.
why would they be issued a ticket in the first place if they're on a call?
they may not - i don't know - it's was one of those thoughts that "trickle" thru my brain on occasion.
I think that people should go to Haiti for a vacation.
More like a TV commercial for Axe, I'd say. Every late night porn movie I've seen on Showtime hasn't had anything like "Bom-chicka-bow-wow", but I've heard it many times on Axe commercials.
Thank you Drax. Someone out there feels the pain of Axe commercials too.
:D
Ha! That brand is called 'Lynx' over here. Same advert strategy and everything. Right down to the Bom-chika-bow-wow. The Lynx effect.
Ha! That brand is called 'Lynx' over here. Same advert strategy and everything. Right down to the Bom-chika-bow-wow. The Lynx effect.
Wow Dana-ridiculous.....just mortifyingly ridiculous.
:yelsick:
Do you guys have hot-pockets too?!?
I think we do, but they aren't big.
Yeah, great. I knew nothing about this whole thing (don't watch any TV) so I tracked down some clips on the 'net. Boy, did I make a mistake. Aaaarggh, I can't get it out of my head. :banghead: I hope I'll be wise enough to take the hint next time.
Lynx ...as in the deodrant????
Yeah, great. I knew nothing about this whole thing (don't watch any TV) so I tracked down some clips on the 'net. Boy, did I make a mistake. Aaaarggh, I can't get it out of my head. :banghead: I hope I'll be wise enough to take the hint next time.
I am just going to have to shake my head at you Uisage.
That's the one Ducks.
Turns out, it started as a French product called Axe.
Jester, more than likely, the people that review the tapes will see the "infraction" and throw it out.
We recently got our first red light cameras in the City of St. Louis: Hampton & Chippewa and Hampton & Wilson. The one at Chippewa has snapped me a couple of times, but it's been for making rights on red, which are not illegal at the intersection. Haven't gotten a ticket for them yet.
Ohhh, I like the Lynx ads :)
Sycamore, I believe we have 10 or more through-out the city. Personally I hate them. They make me nervous, not knowing when the light will change - so I end speeding through them just to make sure I don't get caught.
I love 2 for Tuesdays on my local radio station.
Sycamore, I believe we have 10 or more through-out the city. Personally I hate them. They make me nervous, not knowing when the light will change - so I end speeding through them just to make sure I don't get caught.
I would just exercise caution. Don't slam your brakes on necessarily, but don't fly through the light at lightning speed. The technology isn't perfect, and from what I've seen, they're fairly defensible in court.
I love 2 for Tuesdays on my local radio station.
But what if it's someone you don't like? Then you have to endure two of their songs.
do they have that thing where if they make a mistake, and play only 1 song, you can call in and win a prize?
Do you guys have hot-pockets too?!?
caliente pockets!
But what if it's someone you don't like? Then you have to endure two of their songs.
Oh well, usually I like atleast one of the songs - I can always turn down the volume and I listen online so it's not bad.
do they have that thing where if they make a mistake, and play only 1 song, you can call in and win a prize?
Nah, they've been doing this for years.
um, er, so...they've gotten really good at it?:confused:
;)
um, er, so...they've gotten really good at it?:confused:
;)
so good, in fact i've never "heard" a problem. just saying that they don't make it a "contest", because it's a thing they do. if only one song played, oh well.
I gotcha. Just seemed an odd answer. I couldn't resist. We have a station that has been doing two-fer Tuesdays for years, too. Of course, they must get stumped because they think that the only song Led Zeppelin ever did was Whole Lotta Love, the only song Steely Dan ever did was "Reeling in the Years" etc and so on.
I know, and then when they play Led or Greg Allman, it lasts forever, takes up at least 15 min or more.:headshake
can you be more specific of what a post whore really is? Do they have to do tricks?
caliente pockets!
Ha! Haaa! Just saw this. Awesome.
"Take out of box, place directly in toilet."
I thought of a perfect thing to post on the post-whore thread yesterday.
But I forgot what it was.
So, I'm exercising my post-whoreness by making this post.
Boy, that muscle hurts!
I logged onto my local city newspaper forum. Don't think I'll last there long, because:
--the most active forum is "Christians Unite" (for political action); and
--They blank out the word "sex." As in National --- Offender Registry.
Oh, puleeeze!
So....yer cheating on us then?
ah, no. I'm cheating on my bodymod forums with YOU!
So you should be, we are much cooler and wont set off the thingie at the airport.
. . . unless I lug that typewriter through it!
. . . unless I lug that typewriter through it!
Jesus! I don't wanna know where you hang something like that from...
Sounds Burroughsian. Not Edgar Rice. William S.
Uuuuhh...BEEDEE, BEEDEE, BEEDEE.
I was thinking of typing something stream of consciousness, the first words that pop into my head, so here goes:
stream of consciousness.
OK, that didn't work so well. I'm thinking too much about the whole stream of consciousness thing and not something else. Wait! Somethings coming through. Here goes:
stream of consciousness.
Aw *$&^! Missed it. This is going to take some time.;)
interesting that you mentioned that stream of conciousness thing, Rich. I've been trying to do "morning pages" a la The Artists Way (by Julia Cameron). The idea is to write 3 pages in the morning of -- whatever -- as a type of mediative exercise. A brain dump of negative bits and pieces floating around. Supposed to free up one's creativity.
My feet are really really reaaaaalllly sore!!
One should wear sensible shoes when spending the day shopping.....or harden up and work through the pain.
8hrs shopping in stilettos (they looked great with my outfit :)) and now I have to tart up again for a nite on the town in Melbourne.....THEN, I have to heel up again for the Melbourne Show (Fair?? but huge??) tomorrow.
My feet are really really reaaaaalllly sore!!
One should wear sensible shoes when spending the day shopping.....or harden up and work through the pain.
8hrs shopping in stilettos (they looked great with my outfit :).
IMHO, comfort should be top priority when dressing. If your stilettos hurt, don't wear them. Wear sneakers with your dress if you have to.
Even if you look great in your clothes, be comfortable; that's the most important thing.
Ohhhh, pffff, you be such a boy Drax!!!
You HAVE to chose sexy over comfort...every.damn.time ;)
Ohh now, my feet already.
Whatever floats yer boat. ;)
IMHO, comfort should be top priority when dressing. If your stilettos hurt, don't wear them. Wear sneakers with your dress if you have to.
Even if you look great in your clothes, be comfortable; that's the most important thing.
you're a guy, right? :D
Hey? Am I the only person working on a Saturday?!? I guess everyone else isn't stupid.
I worked today for a couple of hours going through discovery docs with my boss. fun.
I got a brand new water color set that I'm going to try out today. I feel like I'm six again which is sort of cool. On the bad news side, I'm searching the classifieds for affordable housing in a town where everyone and his brother has moved to from California, raising the rents to astronomical figures. A broom closet around here goes for $1200/month if you're lucky! :eyebrow:
Ok.....well...there is always cloud..point proven.
lol!!!
j/k!!
I got a brand new water color set that I'm going to try out today. I feel like I'm six again which is sort of cool. On the bad news side, I'm searching the classifieds for affordable housing in a town where everyone and his brother has moved to from California, raising the rents to astronomical figures. A broom closet around here goes for $1200/month if you're lucky! :eyebrow:
Same here Sam....Apparently this is a hub-bub for the International Arts scene etc. etc. They start applying the heavy price-tags when Cali. moves in a says something is "hot" or "trendy"... I moved to the least trendy area and it's actually one of the best places to live!!!
If everyone wants to live close to the plaza for a million cool ones and live in the broom closet they can......guaranteed I will be as far away from the plaza I can get. And I am.
:D
Hopefully you have a windfall of good luck on that. I did. It was awesome!
I woke up at 7 am this morning then fell back asleep.
Then I woke up at 7:51 am and was like "SHIT!"
I biked in 9 minutes across campus weaving in and out of traffic, narrowly dodging pedestrians and burning my thighs like bacon to get to my 8 am class. I had homework due, and attendance is part of the grade.
I made it. Thank you Jebuz.
I used to watch a Saturday morning TV show a couple of years back.
It always made me laugh and I'd go into work & discuss it with similarly juvenile minded colleages.
There was one sketch that we found really funny, which was also on the Best Of video bought for me by a colleague one Christmas.
In this sketch (funny for many lines, and for the characters) one person says, "You smell nice" to which the other replies, "Thanks! I've just had a poo!"
This line is the first thing I want to say if anyone tells me I smell nice. It would guarantee an immediate and hearty laugh at my old workplace. I mourn the passing of those days.
And yes, I do smell nice.
And yes, I have just had a poo.
I haven't eaten breakfast. In. Years.
I saw a squirrel riding my bike back home today after class. It had two crackers in its mouth and was sitting on a bike seat. Made me smile.
You let a squirrel ride your bike? I would have kicked his ass if he stole my bike.
I saw a squirrel riding my bike back home
Did you manage to catch him?
!
I saw a squirrel, while riding my bike back home.....
It was sitting on another bike at a bike rack. Yeah. I didn't even realize I had phrased it that way. You're on top of things, OG and SG.
Speaking for myself only... I do believe that "file folder cuts" hurt alot more than "paper cuts". Oh, and I bleed more with the folder cuts too.:cry:
the best thing for that is liquid bandage. Stinks and stings, but will seal those suckers off.
thanks, i'll try that - it beats sucking on my finger:rolleyes:
thanks, i'll try that - it beats sucking on my finger:rolleyes:
But is nowhere near as fun as having someone else sucking on ones finger.;)
the class I was teaching was cancelled.
but - STOMP is coming to my town. I soooo want to see it!
Y'know, every so often I find myself neckdeep in a faction fight and I find I am starting to like it....
I woke up at 7 am this morning then fell back asleep.
Then I woke up at 7:51 am and was like "SHIT!"
I biked in 9 minutes across campus weaving in and out of traffic, narrowly dodging pedestrians and burning my thighs like bacon to get to my 8 am class. I had homework due, and attendance is part of the grade.
I made it. Thank you Jebuz.
You'll be dead by 47
Slow down!
I sell seashells by the seashore.
Maybe you need a better marketing strategy?
I started my first thread today (smilies we need). I was getting anxious :worried: when after about ten hours there were NO replies at all! Doesn't anyone care at all?? :bawling:
Then the mighty Undertoad :santa: came through delivering most of the smilies I had suggested and plenty more. More comments followed. I feel validated.:D
Thank you :folks:
:cheerldr: Aren't they great?:)
Glad you started the thread, ZenGum.
Zengum you're on the other side of the world -you have to wait for thread gratification. :lol:
Maybe you need a better marketing strategy?
For sure. Shorter skirt, you think?
You're wearing a skirt? Now, see, that there's where you're goin wrong...
nothing wrong with skirts.. skirts plus imagination equals sales all over the place.
I was thinking that maybe wearing less than that would increase sales...
Like, you get a bunch of shells.....work with me on this one....and build an elaborate, but gloriously revealing, shell bikini...now that's marketing;P
sell the shells comprising the bikini?
... potential
But you would want to start with many shells, mucho coverage, and price them right. if you're losing a penny a shell, you can't make it up on volume.
True, true.....this is kinda like those peanut sales boards that had pictures of nekkid chicks that were slowly revealed by the sale of KP peanuts....I was clearly goin in the wrong pubs when I was 15.
Zengum you're on the other side of the world -you have to wait for thread gratification. :lol:
True, but there are a few Aussies in similar time zones (and I've noted super quick responses from Aliantha, and DucksNuts is pretty sharp too). Also I have been living vampire hours lately (especially since wandering into the cellar) and I figured, with our global spread, someone, somewhere, would respond.
Meh, it all worked out well.
:thumb: :cheerldr:
I have a clip of Istanbul/Constantinople from last night's- They Might Be Giants show for Sundae Girl.....No time to load it aaaaah!!! The recorder is also too low on batteries...aaah! Deadlines suck- suck- sucky.........Coming soon SG...it's not much...but it's coming soon.
After much deliberation, I've decided there is more money in selling myself near the seashore than there is selling sea shells near the seashore.
A 10% cut of my profits to the Cellar Tip Jar at the close of each workday, as gratitude for the marketing advice sought herein.
And it appears I have completed the first probationary step; I may now post new threads. I shall bake myself a cake!
Welcome Vivant. Buckle up. ;)
And-
Be advised: We only sell other people by the seashore here, and assume no liability.
:D
I have to start somplace. This will do.
hello, Terry. You're just down the road from me. a little hot today, innit?
Hola'
As you can see... I'm such a postwhore!
:hide:
Welcome Vivant. Buckle up. ;)
And-
Be advised: We only sell other people by the seashore here, and assume no liability.
:D
I'm using the 5-point, just to be safe -
:p Thanks for the welcome.
Shine on, it's Madman! *waves at Madman*
Welcome to the Cellar, Terry!
psssssttt.......I heard that DanaC's a postwhore.......
Just wondering, who has the highest post count?
And the highest posts per day?
Of current users, xoxoxoBruce seems well in front for total posts with over 23,000; at 12.7 per day.
TheMercenary is posting at over 13.2 per day.
RKZenrage is posting at 12.6 per day
Honourable mention for the noble Undertoad with 14,000+ posts, at 5.8 per day.
Anyone know of someone who beats these?
Who is the most prolific thread starter?
Whose threads get the most replies (both total replies, and replies per thread?)
Do you care?
The answers to these and other fascinating questions lie hidden in cyberspace. Your mission, should you chose to accept it ...
If you click on members list you can sort by number of posts
[list=1]
[*]Bruce
[*]Wolf
[*]Undertoad
[*]Sycamore
[*]Elspode
[*]Lumberjim
[*]Griff
[*]Happy Monkey
[*]BigV
[*]rkzenrage
[*]Brianna
[*]glatt
[*]lookout123
[*]Shawnee123
[*]Flint
[*]jaguar
[*]DanaC
[*]tw
[*]Clodfobble
[*]Aliantha
[*]SteveDallas
[*]MaggieL
[*]Spexxvet
[*]richlevey
[*]footfootfoot
[*]Ibram
[*]zippyt
[*]Beestie
[*]Sundae Girl
[*]Troubleshooter
[*]DucksNuts
[*]TheMercenary
[*]Urbane Guerrilla
[*]juju
[*]Onyx Cougar
[*]Kitsune
[*]monster :eek:
[/list]
OMG I need to get a life. You can work out your own posts per day thingie, I have to find the door....
Is Sundae Girks any relation to Sundae Girl ?:p
Shawnee, Flint, Ibram and aliantha only joined last year, so they should rank pretty highly on the posts per day....
(anyone seen the stairs up? I can only find the ones down and there seems to be a lot of heat coming from those. And flames and stuff...)
Is Sundae Girks any relation to Sundae Girl ?:p
I have no idea what you're talking about :crazy:
If you click on members list you can sort by number of posts
[list=1]
[*]Bruce
[*]Wolf
[*]Undertoad
[*]Sycamore
[*]Elspode
[*]Lumberjim
[*]Griff
[*]Happy Monkey
[*]BigV
[*]rkzenrage
[*]Brianna
[*]glatt
[*]lookout123
[*]Shawnee123
[*]Flint
[*]jaguar
[*]DanaC
[*]tw
[*]Clodfobble
[*]Aliantha
[*]SteveDallas
[*]MaggieL
[*]Spexxvet
[*]richlevey
[*]footfootfoot
[*]Ibram
[*]zippyt
[*]Beestie
[*]Sundae Girl
[*]Troubleshooter
[*]DucksNuts
[*]TheMercenary
[*]Urbane Guerrilla
[*]juju
[*]Onyx Cougar
[*]Kitsune
[*]monster :eek:
[/list]
OMG I need to get a life. You can work out your own posts per day thingie, I have to find the door....
*sigh*........;)
Just wondering, who has the highest post count?
And the highest posts per day?
Of current users, xoxoxoBruce seems well in front for total posts with over 23,000; at 12.7 per day.
TheMercenary is posting at over 13.2 per day.
RKZenrage is posting at 12.6 per day
whoohooo, I just got my posts per day up to 14. Yay me!
Still, I'm just some young whippersnapper with not even a hundred posts to my name yet. Its easy to pump averages with a small data set. PUMP PUMP PUMP.
Nearly 3 years old are really funny, and sooooooo frustrating!
Nearly 3 years old are really funny, and sooooooo frustrating!
Sedatives.
This is in the Tokyo subway system.
In some countries, the sign just says "mind the doors".
In Japan, everything must be cute. Hence:
(Add: In Nagoya, the signs show a dolphin with one ventral fin stuck in the door. I wanna know how it got its ticket in the machine in the first place).
War, war, and war. Zen....If you reach 1000 before me I am going to be so pissed.
:)
War, war, and war. Zen....If you reach 1000 before me I am going to be so pissed.
:)
Bring it on!
:)
But I advise surrender!
You need 263 more, and are posting at about 2 per day. Estimate 132 days to 1000.
I need 886 more, but am posting at 15 per day (holy cow!). Estimate 59 days to 1000.
I don't think I can keep this up forever (as the bishop said to the actress) but if I average a mere 6.7 we should tie. See you there!
z:
1000-124=875
875/15=58 days
c:
1000-737=260
260/2=130 days.
smart money says z
choose one cicero type faster or be pissed.
Suckas. The only way Zen would have a chance is if they finally put Mocking's nooody photo back up in that "other" thread. And until that happens and people will quit trying to charge me for said photo...I'm going to be right here......no names.... case....Yea...I'm already pissed. This is highway robbery!!
:)
Do my average for the past month........suckas.
z:
1000-124=875
875/15=58 days
c:
1000-737=260
260/2=130 days.
smart money says z
choose one cicero type faster or be pissed.
Notice, though: C is posting
at the speed of light.
Zed's dead, baby, Zed's dead.
hmmmmm.
For the past 2 or 3 days, I have been working really hard, here at work. Go figure. Hope it isn't an extended illness.:)
:hedfone: Did someone say my name?
Seriously, I can still see it. I could post it for Mockingbird, but I think I should get his permission, first.
:hedfone: Did someone say my name?
Seriously, I can still see it. I could post it for Mockingbird, but I think I should get his permission, first.
:D
yea...that's alright.....
But it is going to be my
one year cellar anniversary soon.......if anyone were trying to think of what to get for me...................lol!
:D
yea...that's alright.....
But it is going to be my one year cellar anniversary soon.......if anyone were trying to think of what to get for me...................lol!
Well, since it's your anniversary, my gift will be to let you get to 1,000 posts before I do.
:)
You still have to earn it.
I should have challenged someone that sleeps. How was I to know?!?
But that doesn't mean I want to get let off the hook here because of your condition and the fact that it's almost my anniversary.......
Your presence is gift enough.
You probably won't even be here when I reach my glorious 1,000 mark.
:D Sucka.
I should have challenged someone that sleeps. How was I to know?!?
But that doesn't mean I want to get let off the hook here because of your condition and the fact that it's almost my anniversary.......
Your presence is gift enough.
You probably won't even be here when I reach my glorious 1,000 mark.
:D Sucka.
I wasn't going soft. I was lulling you into a false sense of security. bahahahaha
Is there some prize for getting to 1,000 posts? A free latte or something?
I notice you PPD is climbing. You
have been active lately (or is that, have become a post whore like me?)
:banghead:
I'm not going to pander to your condition anymore Tick!
There is a prize for 1,000 posts if you start pretending there is. Someone will be naive enough to give you one. Assumptive gifting....like Christmas.....But since you have thrown in your brand of sarcasm and skepticism, now it's ruined......I had my prize all picked out and the chances were pretty good that I was going to get it until you showed up.......are you going to ruin my Christmas now too grinchy tick?!?
What a nightmare!!!
:D
*sigh* I'll have to leave this to you....Muuuust woooork. Plbbbt.
:banghead:
I'm not going to pander to your condition anymore Tick!
There is a prize for 1,000 posts if you start pretending there is. Someone will be naive enough to give you one. Assumptive gifting....like Christmas.....But since you have thrown in your brand of sarcasm and skepticism, now it's ruined......I had my prize all picked out and the chances were pretty good that I was going to get it until you showed up.......are you going to ruin my Christmas now too grinchy tick?!?
What a nightmare!!!
:D
*sigh* I'll have to leave this to you....Muuuust woooork. Plbbbt.
Awwww Cicero, we're still friends aren't we?
I'm sorry :(
I didn't start this ... ok, escalated it, sure ...
The prize question was a genuine question.
Hugs offered.
Zengum
Start what?
:)
I'll take the hug though. Haaa!
Start what?
:)
I'll take the hug though. Haaa!
Start the race to 1,000 posts.
Oh, yeah, what race? Good point.
:grouphug:
I have one:
Walking through the halls, it occurred to me that when the first part of this building was built, in 1973, they never dreamed that students would one day not carry backpacks, but would wheel them along behind them. So the flooring in that part is tile/grout. You can imagine the noise between classes.
When I was in college there was only one way to transport stuff to class: a backpack with one, and only one, strap on your shoulder. To carry with two straps meant you were a total loser.
But, we didn't have laptops wayyyyyy back then. :rolleyes:
My 11 yr old had so many books, not to mention a 3 inch binder last yr-her backpack weighed about what she did
I cant sleep....its driving me nuts
I cant sleep....its driving me nuts
After what you got up to on the weekend, you've no right to complain about anything for a week.
Can't sleep? Just post. It works for me. Sorry Cicero. :)
My new wireless headphones are like finding Jesus.
They are GOD.
Super huge to show how much of a difference they've made my life. I can now cook dinner, nap on my bed or take a shit all whilst listening to my iTunes.
BRILLIANT!
GOD? no. praying mantis? mebbe...
Just want to mention if you buy magazine subscriptions as gifts for Christmas (as I tend to do), now is the perfect time. It takes a few months for the stupid magazines to get with the program, so the timing is perfect.
Quote of the day...source
www.associatedcontent.com:
People who spit, pick their noses, scratch their arses, smack their mouths, preen their hair, relocate their genitalia, cough without holding their hands over their mouths, kiss and cuddle and even in some instances pee &/or defecate in public. Yes and I've seen it believe me. All completely annoying and showing a general lack of decency and self-respect.
Just want to mention if you buy magazine subscriptions as gifts for Christmas (as I tend to do), now is the perfect time. It takes a few months for the stupid magazines to get with the program, so the timing is perfect.
Mum told me last weekend that they looked into getting me a subscription for my favourite magazine. They know I love it - even if it's generally considered trashy - and they also know HM was sniffy about the fact I felt I could afford it, mostly because he thinks it would be a waste of money even if I had pots of it. End result is that I haven't bought it for 2 months now.
They looked into it, but it was too expensive (because they'd feel obliged to spend the same money on my sister & brother). I was so grateful that they'd even thought about it.
What kind of magazine is too expensive? Most subscriptions are pretty cheap.
What kind of magazine is too expensive? Most subscriptions are pretty cheap.
A year of magazines can be quite pricey. Our magazines average between £3.50 and £5 per issue if they're monthly
It's a weekly magazine @ £1.65 per week.
So that's £85.80 per year - even applying online discount you're unlikely to get it below £60 ($120).
Then x 3 to make it fair to all siblings......
But hey, if you fany adopting me Cloud, it's Heat magazine :)
Cheap is all relative. Plus annual subscriptions give a bigger discount her than they do in the UK. Oh and in my experience, people spend more money on Chritmans gift here. Lots more. "Stocking fillers" here are main gifts in the UK. Maybe just where Ilive... but $$$$$$
and they also know HM was sniffy about the fact I felt I could afford it, mostly because he thinks it would be a waste of money even if I had pots of it. End result is that I haven't bought it for 2 months now.
[ot] he's right, you know -about the affording it. Where does it fit into your budget of 1 quid for entertainment? ;) -did you do that budget yet? On paper and all? [/caring nag] Well done on the self control on that one :D [/ot]
hmm, I guess you're right. As an example, I just purchased a 12-month gift subscription for 5.92 pounds ($12 US). Not expensive, in my view. Of course, I regularly spend $1,000 to $2,000 yearly on family Christmas gifts. Maybe 740 pounds? Is that a lot to you?
hell, yes! and I live in the US! :lol:
but you have grandbabies and that's a whole different ballgame.....
by the way, Heat magazine is 72 quid for an annual subscription -saving 14%. Here, for a lot of magazines, you save over 50% of the cover price when you subscribe. Newsweek, for example, is dirt cheap when baought annually -about 50c per week (25p) iirc. Schools sekll magazine subscriptions as fundraisers.
Wow, Heat magazine is expensive. $280 for a yearly subscription.
Go to the library.
hell, yes! and I live in the US! :lol:
but you have grandbabies and that's a whole different ballgame.....
I'm just generous.
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substitute for actual, you know, love and time.[/SIZE]
[ot] he's right, you know -about the affording it. Where does it fit into your budget of 1 quid for entertainment? ;) -did you do that budget yet? On paper and all? [/caring nag] Well done on the self control on that one :D [/ot]
Oh I have been a good girl I promise - I just suspect his opinion would have been different if it had been the Times Literary Supplement :)
740 pounds? Is that a lot to you?
Aye. My parents spend about £20 on each of us at Christmas. Mum might sneak a bit more for me as my sister has children (her share goes on them but Mum inevitably overspends, as I did when I was working) and my bro is better paid than my Mum.
She spends on food, but £740 on presents is far more than she could afford.
okay, oops, I don't mean to make anyone feel bad. I'm very, very (very!) lucky, in that I get an extra paycheck at Christmastime as a bonus, and I usually spend most of that on gifts.
And I always overspend. Every year I tell myself I won't, but I do anyway.
ETA: Here's Heat's online version:
http://www.heatworld.com/
I've pretty much stopped subscribing to magazines myself, and my mag purchases have gone way down since so much content is now free on the Net.
I'd almost forgotten what it's like to be cold. It's 37 degrees outside this morning.
Should I wear my coat?
I'd almost forgotten what it's like to be cold. It's 37 degrees outside this morning.
Should I wear my coat?
It took me a moment to remember that you'd be using Fahrenheit ... I thought you were being ironic about the coat.
I've had to break out the winter bedding too.
z:
1000-124=875
875/15=58 days
c:
1000-737=260
260/2=130 days.
smart money says z
choose one cicero type faster or be pissed.
update:
z:
1000 - 368 = 632 posts to go
632 / 18.2 =
34 days
c:
1000 - 846 = 154 posts to go
154 / 2.3 =
66 days
Tick tock people!
for someone who seems to hate weeds so much, this appears a little like fertilizer to my untrained eye...
I heard there was some whoreing going on in here, and no one invited me....
Again!!!
I may not be the most obvious choice for such an event, but it's incredible how many people utterly fail to mention it......
:)
for someone who seems to hate weeds so much, this appears a little like fertilizer to my untrained eye...
:lol:
more like a little... potted plant.
in ONE place.
appropriately named.
Not spread out over the whole damn lawn.
One dandelion is pretty. A field of them is... still pretty. But a front yard of them drives down the property value.
Geek Heirarchy: ("consider themselves less geeky than):
http://www.brunching.com/images/geekchart.pdf:runaway: :runaway: :repuke:
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Holy crap, so my roommates showed me "meatspin" and "two girls and one cup".
Grossest things I've ever seen.
I was like WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK.
Sorry for my vulgarity, but those videos are seriously messed up. I don't even know why I'm posting this other than my mind has been blown.
Beware, if you decide to google it. Seriously. Caution.
P.S. Only if you've seen the infamous tubgirl, will you have knowledge of what these might be.
update:
z:
1000 - 368 = 632 posts to go
632 / 18.2 = 34 days
c:
1000 - 846 = 154 posts to go
154 / 2.3 = 66 days
Tick tock people!
Bah, statistics.
In the last few weeks, Cicero has been posting at WAY more than 2.3 per day. She must have been through a very long period of slow posting, a while ago.
Since 12th October (12 days) she has gone from 737 to 846 = 109 posts = 9 per day = 17 days to 1,000 AT CURRENT RATE.
I too have stepped it up, going from 124 to 368 at 20 PPD in the same period, but this still leaves me (a) 31 days from 1,000 and (b) desperately in need of a life.
I am gaining by 11 Posts per day, so at current rates I should draw level with Cicero in 43 days, say, the first few days of December, and with our tallies at around 1,200 to 1,250 - if I can keep this rate up.
Cicero, we should found a brothel.
Alright...I really need more friends in my time zone...this is getting ridiculous.... :D
What's wrong with the friends who aren't in your time zone?
Ah...er....nothing....
but 5-7am is a little late for a bedtime really....and that's the time (for me) both of these messages were posted :D
I am not my post count :mecry:
I am not my post count :mecry:
1. Hypocrite! ;)
2. You will be, my friend, you will be .... bwahahahahahah :lol:
Holy crap, so my roommates showed me "meatspin" and "two girls and one cup".
Grossest things I've ever seen.
Edited - I asked for a clue as to what they were, then remembered I am no longer at work (!) so accessed Urban Dictionary.
Meatspin would probably just make me laugh, but I wouldn't make it through 5 seconds of Two Girls One Cup - it contains the things that disturb and disgust me on a visceral level.
Welcome Dingle!!! I like your photo...you look like you are trying to grab change from behind your ear.
I keep trying and it doesn't work for me...
Zen.....he doesn't think he's made up of his post count at his core. Ha ha ahahahahaa!
:)
120 Zen...120...
120 Zen...120...
Yah, with a 700+ head start!!!
I am all for choosing your battles, but this is just a sport. To win without difficulty is to triumph without glory. Why don't you play it really safe and challenge Dingle to a race to 900?
PS: 19.92 posts per day. In your face, Mrs. 2.37!
:grouphug:
EDIT: 2.34 am, 27th October 2007. Posts per day = 20.00 . Nyah nyah nya-nyah nyahhh!
You should watch me play pool sometime...
(my poor dear husband)
He doesn't know that I have a crush on you.
:D
And that I stalk you on the cellar.
You should watch me play pool sometime...
(my poor dear husband)
He doesn't know that I have a crush on you.
:D
And that I stalk you on the cellar.
Are we going to end up in the Mills and Boon thread?
I think not. You don't detest me enough. I'll probably just be that harmless nice-guy who the heroine dates in chapter three but ditches for The Stud later on :(
Welcome Dingle!!! I like your photo...you look like you are trying to grab change from behind your ear.
I keep trying and it doesn't work for me...
Zen.....he doesn't think he's made up of his post count at his core. Ha ha ahahahahaa!
:)
120 Zen...120...
Nah, my pits just smell that good. But thanks for the welcome.
Sweet Strongbow...I didnt know they still made that stuff...I'm liking it again
Bad decisions.
I stayed up until now, 3:50 AM Central Time USA for no reason at all. My roommates wanted to go out to eat and pressured me in. I resisted for a while, saying I have to get up at 8:30 tomorrow for blood work at the medical center but my roommate Y said "hey man, it's roommate bonding." Wow, what a good line. So I went out to Steak 'N Shake with them but damnit, remembered in the car that I have to fast and couldn't eat anything.
Bad decisions. This is c:yelsick: llege.
La laa laaaa.......Who is happy their boss didn't come in today?
I am! Happy happy...
When the cat (boss) is away...the mice don't get paid that day....plbbt.
No but it's worth it....
:)
Oh this is off topic...but does anyone else (randomly not religiously) stalk glatt when they see him on here..you know...for no particular reason...just because you feel like it? Maybe just me...I don't know. But I don't think so. I just look to see what threads he's in sometimes. Who else does this? Or maybe you do it to someone else? Where does stalking begin and innocent curiosity end anyway? Oh well...just a random question anyway.......All you really have to do is hit someone's profile to see where they are on here right...so technically it's not stalking? Or if you think it's stalking it probably is? Oh well...if you stalk glatt too let me know and I won't feel bad about being curious about his whereabouts at times.
Yep...I'm really trying to reach my 1000.
My high school was called Castilleja. I always thought that was a pretty name. Means the Indian Paintbrush flower.
La laa laaaa.......Who is happy their boss didn't come in today?
I am! Happy happy...
When the cat (boss) is away...the mice don't get paid that day....plbbt.
No but it's worth it....
:)
Oh this is off topic...but does anyone else (randomly not religiously) stalk glatt when they see him on here..you know...for no particular reason...just because you feel like it? Maybe just me...I don't know. But I don't think so. I just look to see what threads he's in sometimes. Who else does this? Or maybe you do it to someone else? Where does stalking begin and innocent curiosity end anyway? Oh well...just a random question anyway.......All you really have to do is hit someone's profile to see where they are on here right...so technically it's not stalking? Or if you think it's stalking it probably is? Oh well...if you stalk glatt too let me know and I won't feel bad about being curious about his whereabouts at times.
Yep...I'm really trying to reach my 1000.
I don't stalk anyone, except maybe you.
Ok, you're damn near 1,000. ::Tips Hat to you:: I dare you to post a completely inane, vacuously whorish post for your 1,000th.
Me? Jealous? nooooooooooooo!
I can't believe you just bit that bait to pieces. :)
I thought it would it happen sooner...but...hey I can't get everything I want.
mmmm......served cold. I love it!
Bwuahahahahaaa!!!!
lol!
Oh well...if you stalk glatt too let me know and I won't feel bad about being curious about his whereabouts at times.
i never stalk glatt. i trust him a lot more since i had that homing beacon embedded between his shoulder blades. *shhh* don't tell anyone.
I can't believe you just bit that bait to pieces. :)
I thought it would it happen sooner...but...hey I can't get everything I want.
mmmm......served cold. I love it!
Bwuahahahahaaa!!!!
lol!
Yeah I'm such a sucker, ain't I?
Srsly, I'm happy to build this up a bit for you. If it makes you happy.
Hey ... I wonder if I can get UT to ban you for a few weeks .... Bwahahahaha
The timing? I do sleep
occasionally.
banning her doesn't seem right. but resetting her post count by 3or400 would be pretty funny.
Come one Cicero, get on with it.
I need to go to sleep and I am staying up to watch you milleniate.
(It's a word because I jut made it up).
Resetting, eh? How about we deduct all the times she's posted in the "easy" threads, like word association and stuff?
Even crueler would be to keep her tally where it is... but disable the counter so it cannot increase .. bwahahahahahahahaha
:D ZenGum
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oooh was that out loud?!?
Anyhoo...
Lookout is just following up on his alterior motives..It's good to see some moxy 'round here.
It's good to see some moxy 'round here.
i suppose. but it would be good to see some skin too.
That's a cool word...Cicero, when you reach 1000, maybe you could change your user title to: milleniated
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Come one Cicero, get on with it.
I need to go to sleep and I am staying up to watch you milleniate.
Oh by the way...
You should watch me play pool sometime...
Why? do you have a nice ass? All that bending...
You seem to be on the same page as lookout now...worlds are colliding for my millemiation celebration...fabulous!
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I want toast and I want toast and I want toast again
But it's mouth hunger and I am going to bed
Night night x
the good: I'm seeing Beowulf tonite!
the bad: it takes me just a smidgeon more than the full ring of my cell phone for me to get downstairs to where it is. I miss it by a few seconds Every.Single.Time.
the good: I'm seeing Beowulf tonite!
the bad: it takes me just a smidgeon more than the full ring of my cell phone for me to get downstairs to where it is. I miss it by a few seconds Every.Single.Time.
Cell. Phone.
A solution springs to mind.
My phones are both cell phones. But I'm not gonna carry them up and down, up and down, in the house with me. I don't get--or want--enough calls to justify that.
Daughter No. 1 said, buy yourself one of those phone clips.
But what would I clip it to? I generally don't wear much around the house . . . I'd have to hang it around my neck. Like an albatross.
. . . I'd have to hang it around my neck. Like an albatross.
You need a smaller phone..
I want toast and I want toast and I want toast again
But it's mouth hunger and I am going to bed
Night night x
I always thought someone should make gum in flavors such as cheeseburger and tiramisu to satisfy mouth hunger. I guess toast could be one of them too.
But what would I clip it to? I generally don't wear much around the house . . .
A nipple ring! :D
Makes me wonder what nipple rings sound like.
Help! My rings are ringing! What ring-tone matches my nipple-tone?
Lets nip this in the bud.
or I could just tuck it under a boob and leave it there.
Ahem ... does it have a ... errr ... vibrate mode?
Ahem ... does it have a ... errr ... vibrate mode?
:lol: Good one... Instant thought provoked.:rolleyes::D
hmm, could hang it from my HCH, I suppose . . .
would make walking kind of difficult, though.
or I could just tuck it under a boob and leave it there.
How many boobs can you find in this picture? I see at least 4. Don't know which one is best for tucking though.
Did you know that the actor Cliff Robertson (probably best known now for playing Uncle Ben in Spiderman) was blacklisted during the 1970s in Hollywood for exposing an embezzlement scheme perpetrated by the head of his studio?
and, did you know that Chow Yun Fat's character in Pirates of the Caribbean at World's End, a Chinese pirate, was censored in China because it "demonised Chinese."
I think that movie pretty much demonised everyone. Do they not get the concept of fantasy?
Thought you guys might enjoy this! Download the full pdf to over-engineer a snowman!!!
http://sfreporter.com/articles/publish/wg07-how-to-over-engineer-a-snowman.phpamateur authors slay me sometimes. I just read a lengthy and quite graphically erotic story where the author refers to "ghod" throughout. As in, "oh, ghod, what have we done" and even, strangly, referring to someone as "a ghod"; yet it's full of fucks and cocks.
Apparently this person thinks her "ghod" won't notice she's writing porn if she misspells his name.
amateur authors slay me sometimes. I just read a lengthy and quite graphically erotic story where the author refers to "ghod" throughout. As in, "oh, ghod, what have we done" and even,[SIZE="3"] strangly[/SIZE], referring to someone as "a ghod"; yet it's full of fucks and cocks.
Apparently this person thinks her "ghod" won't notice she's writing porn if she misspells his name.
hehehe ;)
Ok you were talking about a deliberate misspelling apparently for a bizarre reason. I couldn't help myself.
Some porn writers are hopeless. I have seen some confusing crotch with crutch and even crouch. "Orgasim" was just funny. I want to have one of those.
"Orgasim" was just funny.
At our favorite sushi restaurant, they have a specialty roll which is basically a standard caterpillar roll with this awesome red sauce on top. The name of the roll is spelled differently in two places on the menu. In one place, it is a "Mexican Organism." In the other, it is a "Mexican Orgasm." We can't agree among us which one they really meant. (The rest of the menu is full of typos as well, and the red sauce itself is referred to as simply "mexican spicy on top.")
Apparently this person thinks her "ghod" won't notice she's writing porn if she misspells his name.
Maybe she's Jewish, in theory they're not supposed to write the "name" of God unless it's on a sacred or religious item. Usually you see it written as "G-d" instead. But I don't know what Judaism would say about erotica... :)
professional Jewish writers don't do that, though. And I think it's pretty ludicrous to write, "ghod damn it." Who is this "ghod" and what powers does he have to damn someone?
professional Jewish writers don't do that, though. And I think it's pretty ludicrous to write, "ghod damn it." Who is this "ghod" and what powers does he have to damn someone?
None, but he can dhamn you.
hehe I have seen some confusing crotch with crutch.
As far as I can tell this confusion is widespread. :rolleyes:
"mexican spicy on top" -- love it!
I see your bump, and raise.
I see your bump, and raise.
That sounds kinda dirty. ;)
a very Merry Christmas to everyone!
Well, technicallly here in the CTZ, it's been over for 10 minutes, but :thankyou:.
Is is just coincidence that Hoffa disappeared around the same time that The Hoff started to appear on TV?
good wishes are eternal.
now somebody tells me........ :(
I just read a lengthy and quite graphically erotic story where the author refers to "ghod" throughout. As in, "oh, ghod, what have we done" and. . .
Maybe the author is intensely fannish -- inserting the H into God is something I've seen in SF-fan circles before. I doubt it's in any way intellectually r(h)igorous, more a just for funsies.
I downloaded and am now playing a nature sound--bird song album.
Love it! But . . . the cats are seriously freaking out. LOL!
I downloaded and am now playing a nature sound--bird song album.
Love it! But . . . the cats are seriously freaking out. LOL!
:lol:
Can you post the link please? It sounds nice.
:lol:
Can you post the link please? It sounds nice.
Here: It's
http://www.amazon.com/Summertime-Bird-Songs-Calls/dp/B000YAX3FU/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&s=dmusic&qid=1200292229&sr=1-7]Summertime Bird Song & Calls and it's really a nice one. Sometimes nature sounds albums can be uneven, or of poor sound quality. This one is great.
110 in this thread alone.
Did you count those one by one?
No, go to the "Nothingland" page and click on the number of replies for this thread. It will show you the people that posted and how many times.
I've been known to turn a trick or two.
. . . the voice of experience . . .
post!post!post!
(sticks out tongue at Bruce)
whore!whore!whore!
(sticks out tongue at Cloud)
Didn't know it got so naughty in here! I should have stopped in earlier.
Whoring with your "post", eh, Classicman? Nice work if you can get it.
not my style - one offhand comment....sorry folks - I'm out.
He must have post dramatic stress disorder.
I guess one that was once posted *can* become unposted.
sorry classicman, have some viagra and some bed rest. you'll be posting again in no time.
You reckon he could be court-martialed for deserting his post?
They don't have a thread of evidence.
...but the could hold him on remand forumonth or so.
thanks all really appreciate it.
<KLUNK>...<cahchink>...<hurumpf>
cell door closed...locked...threw away the key
you've gone and started him on the road to recovery.... it is the very *action* of closing, specifically, closing the venous path from the corpus cavernosum.
Hi madman!
:)
Welcome back.
life is seriously not fair when one has to get out of bed on a Monday morning, and ones' loved ones (okay, fine, my cat!) get to stay curled up in the softness and warmth.
life is seriously not fair when one has to get out of bed on a Monday morning, and ones' loved ones (okay, fine, my cat!) get to stay curled up in the softness and warmth.
Yea!! This is bullshit...My husband is waiting for me at home right now. Last week he was at home and on the couch because they kept letting him go early because of the "weather". He just went home early again today and actually complained to me that he
might get restless....Jerks!!
:headshake
"Oh poor me, I have time off work..." "Nothing left to do but get under the blanket and watch movies or create art all day..
waaah!" "What if I get restless, booo-hoo!"
LOL! poor guy, prob'ly take a nap!
why is it that when I have two beers in the house, I only want to drink one;
But when I have one beer in the house . . . I want two!
One beer in the house is a concept i am having difficulties with. does not compute. please elaborate.
Same with me. If I have one beer I want 12. If I have 12 I want 24. Well, not exactly the same thing. ;)
In fact, I haven't had a beer in a week. For the girl who liked to stop at the "club" (read: fraternal order of old guys) after work I'm proud of myself. Saving money and calories!
Still, tonight is 50 cent draft, and a drawing that's up to almost 4 grand. Man, that would be a savior.
Hey Shawnee! I just noticed your sig line. I think it's the bees knees! Golly I wonder where you got that fancy new sig.! That must have been worked out by a genius! I noticed that it doesn't have any punctuation? Are there any rules about punctuation and signatures? Why is the sky blue? Why do you live there? Why do you drink cheap 50 cent draft beer? Do you go to a dive bar?
I hope all is swell!
:)
Hey Shawnee! I just noticed your sig line. I think it's the bees knees! Golly I wonder where you got that fancy new sig.!
From
here That must have been worked out by a genius!
Yep
I noticed that it doesn't have any punctuation?
youre right it doesnt they took my punctuation away said i was abusing the privilege
Are there any rules about punctuation and signatures?
i sure as hell hope not
Why is the sky blue?
to make us all think it means something
Why do you live there?
if god existed only he would know
Why do you drink cheap 50 cent draft beer?
im poor
Do you go to a dive bar?
yep
LOL!!! :lol2:
Living up to the sig. nice....
We make a good team. We should be on stage (the next one out of town.)
dumb question, but . . . is there a difference between "download" and "upload"? e.g., you download software, but upload YouTube videos? Down or up, it all gets on your computer or device, right?
the direction of data transfer
if you down load....you take something from a computer or server on the web and copy it to yours.
if you upload, its the opposite. from yours...to theirs.
also, most providers have faster d/l speed than u/l.
Specifically with YouTube videos, upload means it's your video that you're putting out there on the YouTube website for the world to see. Watching a video on YouTube isn't downloading or uploading, it's just watching.
okay, I get it. makes sense. I think I misunderstood the upload's button's purpose.
thanks!
This post has no purpose.
havent been this drunk in qutie some time and I thought Id post meanngless dribble. already too mcuh work nightnight
Camel Sex
A new Marine Captain was assigned to an outfit in a remote post in
the Afghanistan Desert. During his first inspection of the outfit, he
noticed a Camel hitched up behind the mess tent.
He asks the Sergeant why the camel is kept there.
The nervous sergeant said, "Well sir, as you know, there are 250 men
here on the post and no women. And sir, sometimes the men have "urges".
That's why we have Molly The Camel."
The Captain says, "I can't say that I condone this, but I understand
about "urges", so the camel can stay ."
About a month later, the Captain starts having his own "urges". Crazy
with passion, he asks the Sergeant to bring the camel to his tent. Putting
a ladder behind the camel, the Captain stands on the ladder, pulls his
pants down and has wild, insane sex with the camel. When he's done, he asks
the Sergeant, "Is that how the men do it?"
"No not really, sir..They usually just ride the camel into town
where the girls are."
hey, it's my cellarversary. one year this month! almost gave up a time or two, but I'm glad I've stuck around.
:) I'm sticky like a fungus. squishy. and, er . . .
I was inexplicably compelled to rush out this afternoon and buy a Bosu ball. (It's like a exercise ball cut in half; bosu stands for "both sides used").
Maybe I'll even inflate it tonight.
I want this. So Baaaad! Go touch one...it's fun! I got to touch one today...I need it. I so need it. It was love at first sight.
HP Touchsmart IQ775 Desktop Computer
my home 'puter is in the hospital for BlueScreenofDeath-itis.
cards and flowers accepted.
hey, it's my cellarversary. one year this month! almost gave up a time or two, but I'm glad I've stuck around.
Mine too. But I think you have seniority.
Maybe this should be in the Landmarks thread.
I remember 'bout 5 years ago, my folks an' I were watchin' an episode of Babylon 5. Well, Claudia Christian came on the screen, and my mom asked my step-dad "Do you think she's pretty?" My step-dad said after a few seconds "no." Nothing more was said, but I thought "Good answer."
Mine too. But I think you have seniority.
Maybe this should be in the Landmarks thread.
watch it bub. I'm not the size of the Statute of Liberty. yet. :)
I just noticed my last post was #4,444. We were celebrating mile 4,444 on our road trip last summer when I got pulled over for speeding. Please warn me if you see the internet police coming...... :worried: :cop:
Well, I could care less about my post count. :p
You know you live in Texas when the main dessert served at the local Chinese buffet is tres leches cake.
Really, really delicious and well-made tres leches cake, I might add.
Will someone who has a computer that doesn't suck do the screen shot of homebase right now? "what to do with all this magic" is right above "cellarites missing" right now.
:)
yes, it IS possible to O.D. on "Law & Order."
the county courthouse is closed tomorrow . . . for St. Patrick's Day! :D
Here's my story about St. Patrick's Day: When I was growing up, my mother made me wear orange on St. Patrick's Day. Because we were Orangemen. :headshake
the thing that gets me about this is . . . we have no recent immigrants on either side of my family--they all came before the war. The Revolutionary War, that is. That's a legacy of over three hundred years of hatred.
I stopped that in my generation, thank goodness.
How come....when I was younger, I had straight, straight, DEAD straight hair and spent hours making it wavy.
Now, I have wavy hair and spend 30 mins everyday straightening it???
I'm just not buying into the whole straightening craze. And jim would friggin explode if I spent an extra 30 minutes on my hair. You should hear him gripe as it is...
I love straight hair, but I tend to do flicky stuff.
I shower, makeup and hair in under 40 mins :D
Straight hair can be so pretty, shiny, sheeny, etc. But I gotta say, I see these beautiful young ladies who spent who knows how long straightening their hair and sometimes it just looks stringy (like my mom would say.) For instance, the Jennifer Aniston look when she had the stringy style. Not attractive. I just want to run a comb through it and blow some wind at it.
No one has mentioned the gross punctuation error and I am truly amazed that no one here has remarked on it, for me to fix it....It's been there for months! Not only did I quote a cellar member...It is misquoted because the punctuation is wrong....wake up guys! Are you guys just too polite to say anything now or what?!?
It's like walking around with your dress tucked in your hose in the back and waiting for someone to say something....
Off topic: Who misses Zengum? And Jester?
I'm just not buying into the whole straightening craze. And jim would friggin explode if I spent an extra 30 minutes on my hair...
But you have great curls. It would love odd straight imo.
I shower, makeup and hair in under 40 mins :D
As our bathroom floor has a tendency to leak through to the living room (sigh) I have to bath rather than shower. Even though I now wear foundation to work (first time in my life but I love it) I can go from bed to door in
50 mins on a hair-wash day. I count that as low maintenance. Then again I don't straighten my hair and I breakfast at work.
But I gotta say, I see these beautiful young ladies who spent who knows how long straightening their hair and sometimes it just looks stringy... I just want to run a comb through it and blow some wind at it.
OMG I think just the same! We have a pretty-people teen soap opera called Hollyoaks and when I used it as exercise incentive I would have loved to reach into the screen and give the girls a good going over with my hairbrush.
I probably wasn't the only one.
I wish I had curls.
If I hadn't bleached the bejesus out of my hair I'd be considering a perm again :eyebrow:
I miss them too...and Mockingbird.
No one has mentioned the gross punctuation error and I am truly amazed that no one here has remarked on it, for me to fix it....It's been there for months! Not only did I quote a cellar member...It is misquoted because the punctuation is wrong....wake up guys! Are you guys just too polite to say anything now or what?!?
It's like walking around with your dress tucked in your hose in the back and waiting for someone to say something....
Off topic: Who misses Zengum? And Jester?
Are you talking about the 4 dot ellipsis? Guess I'm not too polite.
No silly!! I don't care about that...Thank you for saying ellipses though, now I am open to mention that it is my favorite poetic style.
:)
(The post whore thread has become the grammar thread...
*backs away slowly...*)
I thought it was your momma? OOh also backing out of thread.
:)
Gramma's a post whore?
Of course... hell, she started the thread.;)
She doesn't charge me though
less than one day old kittehs....
they kinda look like rats. how odd.
I love watching the dog shows on tv. Why can't they put cat shows on? I want cat shows! Granted, they may not be a showy, 'cause they don't parade around nicely, but surely there's someway to make it good tv!
they kinda look like rats. how odd.
I love watching the dog shows on tv. Why can't they put cat shows on? I want cat shows! Granted, they may not be a showy, 'cause they don't parade around nicely, but surely there's someway to make it good tv!
Because the cats would eventually want to direct the show and then get royalties from future internet sales and invest in the stock market making money to buy out all the dog shows and get them off the air. And we can't have that. No cats.
too right. dogs are just Slaves to the Man! cats will Rule the World!
bwaaahaha!
I don't care!
I want cat shows too.
I'm so sad I'd watch the 24 Hour Cat Television Show if it existed.
What am I saying?
No, of course I wouldn't!
All the cats you see on TV are spoiled and pampered by people who think their behaviour is normal.
Don't get me wrong - I adore my cats and I know some people IRL think I spoil them. But the truth is I know they are cats - I treat them like cats. Affectionate cats, yes. But that's no spoiled in the way you can spoil children. If you hand feed a cat it will expect hand feeding for life. If you get up for a cat at 03.00 every morning it will think this is a normal occurrence.
However if you try to get a madly potent catnip toy, or give them a warming pad because they are heat-mad, they don't go boasting to other cats in the neighbourhood and they don't come home asking for what all the other cats have that they don't.
Therefore I don't spoil my cats.
Also, although they are pedigree (argh) they are beautiful to me because they are dynamic, healthy and energetic. Apologies to anyone with Persians, but really. A cat that has trouble eating because of its nose and has to be cleaned every time it uses a litter tray? That's a little freaky in my book.
Well, it is a post-whore thread and I've wanted to get that off my chest for a while.
I learned to crochet today
You go. I want to know how to knit, I just don't want to learn.
I can knit. I learned that when i was little. I knew the theory behind crochet, but never really got it or had the urge to sit down and learn, and there was no-one to show me, but Hebe's book project this month is to to read a how to book on something she doesn't know, learn it, then teach it to a small group and she needed moral support/detangling.. Am on the 6th circuit of a "granny square". it's strangely addictive, especially when there is paperwork and housework to be done. But this ball of yarn is due to end, so i guess I'll have to get on with real stuff....
cool! crochet is fun. I'm afraid I've had to give it up. Too much feline interference.
My boyfriend's mom crochets all the time...she taught her daughter in law...and now SHE crochets all the time....which annoys both sons
So I've been told I'm not allowed to learn it.
So naturally I plan to learn how once I've got the money to start a new craft :D
I just wanted to post this somewhere to demostrate to a friend.... that's all
Good morning! bounced around to Inagaddalavida this morning, so I'm in a good mood. At least until I get to work. And in spite of the fact Bruce called me the N-word. :)
What are you babbling about? :confused:
(whistles) nothing! nothing at all!
I can believe that.:rolleyes:
I'm crushed, man, crushed! So, I'll posit you this: Why, with all the various sizes, forms, and colors of dogs, don't they have as many eye colors of cats?
Anytime you're tempted to think you're life is so rough, that you've got it so bad . . .
think about that woman they just found imprisoned in a cellar in Austria by her father for two decades, repeatedly raped by him, giving birth to 6 of his kids, all stuck down there.
purple PT Cruisers look like eggplants
I have a mixture of hair putty, foundation and breadcrumbs under my fingernails. I think I'd better go wash my hands.
Either that or stay as you are and be a dirty girl!
planning on attracting wildlife?
Well if she gets taken by a wicked witch she can use the content of her fingernails to leave on the ground, and find her way back home. If this happens, be sure to push the witch in the oven that she was planning to bake you in. And make sure she is dead because they have been known to be ornery.
:)
Cicero I read that too quickly and it gave me the shudders.
I thought you were advocating leaving my fingernails in the ground as a way for people to trace me when the witch got me. Shades of The Silence of the Lambs and Ring, Loki's ship of nails come Ragnorak as well as Rincewind's musings as to why a tooth fairy would want all those teeth.
Anyway. Not quite as bad as I thought, no torn bloody nails involved.
I did go and wash my hands like a good girl. Of course I should have done it before opening the pack of chicken goujons for the Board meeting, but I forget how much longer my nails are now, and that things can get caught further underneath them.
As a minor aside - ever scratched and sniffed your bellybutton? How can they be so retch-inducing? I had a bath late morning, what's going on in there?!
it's important to wash out your navel regularly.
Piercers and piercees have found this out!
it's important to wash out your navel regularly.
oh, I forgot to add: and
dry it well!I try to not scratch and sniff myself. It's usually gross. But thanks for the update Sundae!
I'm not even curious anymore.....
So don't you dare try that in behind your ears!
Wow, a full-year subscription to National Geographic for $15. That is a DEAL! I decided to order a subscription sent to me at the office--our lobby reading suxxs. I will donate to the cause after reading.
Should i be worried if I see yin and yang as in interacial whale relationship with a little 69 going on?
trying to figure out what has brought a fire truck, an ambulance, and a water extractor van -- but no cops-- to my neighbor. They brought someone out on a stretcher. Then the water extractor guy went back in.
Odd.
they wouldn't need water extraction for just a slip, though, don't think
Maybe there's an
Endless Pool in the basement.
I would LOVE an endless pool! I'd put one in my living room if I could.
but -- no basements here
Maybe there's an Endless Pool in the basement.
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Just mount an outboard motor to the side of a kiddie pool. You'll be all set.
Meh. My mom and stepdad had one. All the work and maintenance of a real pool, but not enough space to play in. My brother and I thought it was dumb. It soon got abandoned just like every other piece of exercise equipment they ever bought.
Meh. My mom and stepdad had one. All the work and maintenance of a real pool, but not enough space to play in. My brother and I thought it was dumb. It soon got abandoned just like every other piece of exercise equipment they ever bought.
Clod was priv-el-edged!
We were excited by our Slide-Away (long plastic sheet with water running down it - can't link to it as they're all much fancier now)
Clod was priv-el-edged!
We were excited by our Slide-Away (long plastic sheet with water running down it - can't link to it as they're all much fancier now)
slip and slideWe had an old school slip and slide. It came from the slip and slide folks, but there was no little bumper thingy on the end...you usually ended up sailing through yards of grass (both yard and yard meant here) once it had been used enough. It was held in place by metal, kind of like unstapled staples that you pushed into the ground. As these wore out or got lost, we took to holding the end down with bricks.
But, we lived. Until we got the Jarts out.
slip and slide
Ah, yes - thank you!
We had an old school slip and slide. It came from the slip and slide folks, but there was no little bumper thingy on the end...you usually ended up sailing through yards of grass (both yard and yard meant here) once it had been used enough.
Ours too was the very basic version. It helped that our back garden had an incline. The main problem was that the garden was only slightly longer than the Slide Away! Dad used an old piece of carpet rolled up to help with the inevitable momentum induced injuries.
Our friends were SO jealous! But as with a number of childhood toys, when they were bought one it never actually lived up to their expectations. Firstly the incline and the abrupt end did make it more exciting and elicited more screams. Secondly there were three of us and our next door neighbour even before anyone came round, so there was always a queue and subsequent excitment. And thirdly (blowing my own trumpet) I always planned additional games and rules and special events around the basic thrill of just sliding down a piece of wet plastic.
Happy days.
i cant even begin to explain the lack of interest i have in reading this thread from scratch.
+1 to Kagen's posts. WHORE ME UP
there's no benefit to reading it from scratch anyway--the posts are meant to be random--that's the point. A place to stick stuff you would like to comment on, but don't necessarily merit an entire thread to themselves.
Whoreing kagen up would definitely have it's thrills but would make me feel too old. Darn it all!!! Can I just take aussie lessons?
:)
I'm here to whore enough myself thank you...
See? Random stuff no one wants to hear about later but is good for your post count. Unlike the "what do you look like rfn" thread. I read that like a novel. (good company for the "get it all out there nsfw" thread)
I'm double posting this, because it's so priceless, and I don't want anyone to miss it. Read it, and weep-- from laughing.
"PEACEFUL CAT COMES IN PEACE," the cat yowled. "WE BE MONITURRIN U."
http://cellar.org/showthread.php?t=16490&page=4Okay, I did not know this:
Angora wool comes from bunnies.
Ack! I thought it came from goats. No more angora sweaters for me!
It's just creepy wearing bunnies. (shudder)
I worked with a woman who was really creeped out by goats.
Even the mention of them used to make her shudder.
I'm sure she's have been okay wearing bunnies.
US suicide rates-
http://www.suicidology.org/associations/1045/files/2005HealthRegionsSlide.pdf
Could we get a more serious looking graph for this? What's with the large bubbly font and child-like coloring of the states? I mean, it isn't a map of travel, restaurants, or percentages of people who have traveled to disneyland.... I think it looks inappropriate. Just odd. Well this strikes me as odd, seeing as how there are many ways to shade even a map or indicate statistics without it looking happy, fun, and/or trivial. Move along, enjoy your day!
1) Why do hairdressers always try to give me the haircut they want? I'm the one who will be walking around with it after all.
2) Why do I always let hairdressers browbeat me into having the haircut they want?
Oh I remember. They are always so well groomed and smell so good and don't look all red and blotchy in the mirror like wot I do.
Somehow my simple request to have the back of my hair cut shorter because in the hot weather it gets sweaty has been declined by 3 hairdressers, giving me a mini mullet while the sides grow. They must be seeing such horrible sights of the back of my neck that they want to protect the rest of the world...
Okay, I did not know this:
Angora wool comes from bunnies.
Ack! I thought it came from goats. No more angora sweaters for me!
It's just creepy wearing bunnies. (shudder)
http://cellar.org/showpost.php?p=457428&postcount=4872Thank you, I just discovered that....It's just way too late.
8 of 85
gotta go to work. we'll discuss this later. but it does give me a useless idea...
Sorry, gotta break up the party with a SHUSH.
for you??? i'll give ya $35
Spam is another good alternative name worth having another kid for. Where's my list damnit -I need to know how many more kids I have to have. Heliotrope was on it, I know......
Oh my god, yogurt-covered pretzels taste so good!
Why was I not notified about this earlier?
What part of Austin are you from?!
Whole Foods covers everything in yogurt.
[color="white"](and not in the same way that I cover everything in yogurt when I get too excited)[/color]
Hmm. I have since looked at the ingredients list and determined that these are really more like frosting-covered pretzels with a little "yogurt powder" thrown in. No wonder they taste good. I'm still leery about yogurt coatings in general.
chocolate covered pretzels are nice.
chocolate covered pretzels are nice.
No. They don't.
You're thinking of soft pretzels with cheese.
Sheesh, good job I'm here to stop you showing yourself up!
Pomegranate gum is horrible.
threads about shitting glass and a strong curiosity are a bad mix.
see you all in 3 weeks, after the surgery
Nope Sundae, I am thinking of those chocolate covered pretzels you used to be able to buy. Can't recall what they were caled but they were great!. Salty pretzels, coated in milk chocolate. Yum.
I remember them.
They were short lived over here!
It was around the same time that two friends of mine bought me a barrel of pretzels for my desk as a birthday present. It came from a cash & carry and must have been 60cm tall. It was the talking point of the office and with help from my colleagues I finally got through it. It was wonderful!
You've inspired me to look for another one! Or at least another source of food to make my desk a must-stop location :) Maybe a big jar of sweets, as I won't be as tempted as my colleagues...
˙˙˙op uɐɔ ı ʇɐɥʍ ʞool ¡ɥoo
Chocolate covered pretzels are my favorites...if you can't get a hold of them, I'd be happy to send some over to either of you :)
Gene Simmons has the worst fucking hair I have ever seen on an human being EVER. In fact, his whole head sucks.
˙˙˙op uɐɔ ı ʇɐɥʍ ʞool ¡ɥoo
how the fuck did you do
that!?cool.
ʎǝɐɥ` qnʇ ɟoɹ ʇɥǝ ɟnll ǝɟɟǝɔʇ` ʎon ɥɐʌǝ ʇo ʇʎdǝ qɐɔʞʍɐɹps` lıʞǝ ʇɥıs
ssǝlqooq
does anyone have a calculator?
Gene Simmons has the worst fucking hair I have ever seen on an human being EVER. In fact, his whole head sucks.
I've been wondering about the hair, too. I think he keeps it that way because he needs it when he dresses up as the "demon." Who has ponytail-like affair.
His face? he recently had a face-lift, too, but there's only so much you can do to the face you were born with.
Gene Simmons has the worst fucking hair I have ever seen on an human being EVER. In fact, his whole head sucks.
I can beat it.
Worst of the worst damn hair.
I scared myself! My poop for the last couple of days has been black.
. . . then I remembered those two pints of blueberries I ate the other day . . .
:D
my abs are a bit sore from a workout yesterday . . . I took a nap this afternoon . . . and dreamt an intruder sliced my abdomen open with a knife.
Better than the "I'm late for work" dreams, but still . . .
just bought a book on the Gaia theory. will read it at some point
[edit]Wikipedia, a large and successful website containing a wide variety of general information articles which may be edited by any user, is stupid.[/edit]
as long as you dont take everything it says as fact then it gives you a good idea of a topic you knew nothing about in the first place
my abs are a bit sore from a workout yesterday . . . I took a nap this afternoon . . . and dreamt an intruder sliced my abdomen open with a knife.
:eek:
I dreamed last night that I went speed dating, as did another woman I work with in the pub (fictional dream character). A colleague of mine came in while we were both working (real person, but in fact lost contact with her years ago) and kept getting calls on her mobile from men who'd been at the speed dating event with us. And then a Vivian Westwood impersonator came in and said a codeword which matched her up with a guy already in the pub and they'd both met at our speed dating.
Myself and the other barmaid were gutted that 1) neither of us had any responses and 2) the people that did were flaunting it in our faces.
At some point I remembered that the event had taken place IN THE DARK so it wasn't even that the other woman was more attractive than me. I decided then and there I'd change the whole way I interacted with people. I stood and thought for a minute on my way through the kitchen, and just as I was ready to go back behind the bar with an amazing new attitude that I realised would change my life... I woke up.
Actually it was a typical early morning dream in that I was only in the shallows of sleep and pretty much know where my mind got all the bits & pieces from.
- I went speed dating in the last few months
- The woman I met and briefly befriended didn't get any dates and neither did I
- The real person in the dream
was more attractive than me and I often found when we went out that men hung on her every word and ignored me - didn't help them though - it infuriated her and she was quite rude to them
- There is a blind contestant on Big Brother and I remember thinking that at least he wouldn't be judging the female housemates at face value!
- A customer in the bar on Sunday told us about a restaurant where you dine in the dark (the waiters are blind apparently) and at the time I thought I had heard about a dating in the dark evening***
It all ties in. :3_eyes:
ETA*** It was
Dans le Noir and far from being a gimmick, it has a serious point. I am very tempted!
Thousand Island dressing makes an awesome sandwich condiment!
It was Dans le Noir and far from being a gimmick, it has a serious point. I am very tempted!
How very whorish - quoting myself!
I was very tempted to treat HM to dinner at Dans Le Noir for my birthday.
Yes, treat him. He doesn't do birthdays. Or eating out. Or treating himself.
But 95% of reviews, professional and public alike have brought up the same complaints about the food and experience. Sadly, I can't even assume these are jaded gourmands. The complaints include slow service, luke-warm food and a very noisy restaurant. My absolute worstest nightmare. I would be completely distraught in a dark restaurant if I was waiting 45 minutes for service - my perception of time is dreadful and 15 minutes by my watch is bad enough if I'm waiting for drinks to be served. Lukewarm food can make me retch, especially as I wouldn't know what it was. And I rely far more than other people on mouth watching and non-verbal cues as my hearing really isn't great.
Silly thing is, I think I'll suggest the all you can eat Chinese as an alternative venue. Well, stick with what you know, right?
but . . . the Vivian Westwood impersonator?
She was a young woman (40s - young for theperson she was supposed to impersonate), strawberry blond with a bob that had been set in 40s curls.
She looked nothing like VW, it was just a dream thang.
Funnily enough she might have represented my ideal.
I love the utilitarian look of the war years, and you have to be ration-thin to wear it well. And I've been considering taking my curlers home this weekend (I can't manage a proper "set" but they give my hair wave & body)
Oh and I think VW won an award recently, or took on a new model or something. People in the news (as in the Cellar) often guest-star. I prefer it to an ex.
Sorry, rambling now.
But in a rambling thread, hey?
just bought a book on the Gaia theory. will read it at some point
ghey what, Kagen?
wiki it stoopid
hmmm
Thousand Island dressing makes an awesome sandwich condiment!
I completely agree, although I prefer Russian. I've been on a
Capriottis kick lately. Should have gone there tonight... I love a Cole Turkey....
Russian is basically Thousand Island without any pickle relish, right?
yep. the "islands" are the tiny chunks of relish. That was my conclusion as a child. Never bothered to verify though.
Russian is usually darker and spicier. TI is mayo and ketchup, Russian is yogurt and chili sauce.
That's what I think anyway... probably varies.
yuummm, Thousand Island dressing! great on chefs salad (especially those hard boiled eggs)
Ah! I knew tomato sauce & mayo as Gulf sauce or Marie-Rose sauce.
Maybe I'll try Thousand Island then - I've always associated it with my bete-noire salad cream!
Russian sounds so yummy - yoghurt & chilli.... :drool:
I love me a bit of raita - yoghurt, onion and mint. And sometimes cucumber, bleurgh, but you can't taste it.
But wait, weren't you the one who hates pickles, SG? Or am I misremembering?
I have one of only three green vehicles in the parking lot that surrounds the building.
wtf about featherbeds? You know, those down filled mattress topper thingies you put on over your mattress. I had one. For a while--
they're impossible to clean! Seems like a bad idea.
But wait, weren't you the one who hates pickles, SG? Or am I misremembering?
I hate pickles......
Maybe SG hates peanut butter? I don't know, I would swear there's some really common food that she hates. I know wolf hates mushrooms...
Yes I am a peanut butter hater.
I also hate bananas, cucumbers and sliced tomato in sandwiches (too sweet! too soggy!)
Pre-packed sandwiches are a problem for me, despite the fact I am the least fussy person I know on all other sandwich fillings.
Any meat restrictions? No.
Fish? Yumyum.
Cheese? Any kind.
Onion, pickle, mayo, mustard, olives - any other common objection? No!
Oh by the way all we have without cucumber and/ or tomato is egg mayonnaise. Sigh. Okay then. Nom, nom (egg again) nom.
wtf about featherbeds? You know, those down filled mattress topper thingies you put on over your mattress. I had one. For a while--
they're impossible to clean! Seems like a bad idea.
Use the washing machine--I did, and it worked out fine. Tumble dry on low (for-evar).
I have to get off of the cellar. My arm is going numb.
:(
lol!
58.03 %
08:08
*yawn* Goodnight!
Have you noticed how McDonald's new "southern style" chicken sandwich -- is exactly like Chik-fil-a's?
100.0 %
09:15
THREE DAYS LATER!
So uh, do you guys know what Big has been babbling about over there?
:)
I think it's something to do with viagra. Try not to stare.
Use the washing machine--I did, and it worked out fine. Tumble dry on low (for-evar).
Stick a couple of tennis balls in there, too. It makes a racket, but will fluff it right up.
That video for Alan Jackson, "Good Time" with all the people line dancing--looks like fun. Tho' I'm not a big fan of country music, I can totally see myself doing that. Dancing is life!
wii glow swords
and I don't even have a wii . . .
Not a Cellar dream, but last night (this morning) I dreamed I was in New York with my ex. I really was - I mean we went there in real life about 10 years ago.
In this dream there was a tourist train that ran around Manhatten. But it was kinda like an ride - It's a Small World or whatever it's called. It ran through the real city, but there were created vistas and scenarios. We'd been recommended to go on it by so many people, and they all said, "They look after you SO well!" X suggested it, and as we were walking up the stairs to the ticket office I realised I loved him so much I'd simply follow him anywhere. This was the emotional hangover I woke up with. Totally untrue and any affection I have for him, he sandblasted away by his behaviour years ago, but that's dreams for you. Damn my brain, it was such a painful way to wake up, utterly in love and happy and then realising this was a dream fabrication.
Anyway, in the dream we paid 5p to get on board the train (I questioned in the dream why it was in sterling...) and they were double decker trains with tiny compartments and an attendant in each who gave you a food and drinks menu. Oooh! This was going to be lovely! But X wasn't happy with the part of the train we were in, and went sprinting off to see what other carriages were free. And then crossed the tracks just as the train started to check out another train altogether.
I was bereft - it was too dangerous for me to follow. And how could I be angry with him for deserting me and putting himself in danger? I loved him so much I had to be supportive.
He was being monitored as we travelled, they thought he was a terrorist scoping out the train (Ninja fancy dress story mixed with part of The Talisman by King & Stroud).
I can't even claim it was a cheesedream.
Damn I love musicals.
Lost my copy of Chicago (possibly lent or trashed in one of my moves) so am watching bits on youtube.
I can almost forgive Catherine Zeta for her marriage to an old giffer and subsequent lawsuit when I watch her sing & dance.
OOh - three posts in a row! I am the cheapest of the cheap whores.
Gotta share this - esp given my above post.
Mum & I adore this musical. Dads took Mum to see it live a couple of years ago - she maintains one of the reasons she fell for him was because they went to see the film & he didn't know it was a musical. Yet they both sang the songs (likely the bits they could remember) all the way home in Dad's work van. Romance, eh?
Anyway - if you ever visit my parents, don't say It's Been a Long Day or any variation thereof. We will sing. And if I'm there (I bloody hope so if you are!) we'll try to harmonise.
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ETA it's How To Suceed in Business Without Really Trying. Film choreographed by Busby Berkely.
I made four (4) posts today!
<sigh> I feel like "Tommy."
If I haven't said it before - although I think I have - thanks to Cloud for this thead. Sometimes it's just what I need.
I don't like Eddie Murphy.
I wasn't all that keen on him anyway. I don't find him all that funny.
But a big push was when he knocked up Mel B and then denied it.
I know men can't be sure whether the child is their's. It's hard. But IMHO it's so disrespectful if you are in the public eye (and the mother has her own money FFS) to make the assumption that the woman is a liar.
Nasty.
Eddie Murphy knocked up Mel Brooks? Or Mel Blanc?
I've wanted to clone this thread for a long time, but have resisted.
You're welcome, SG!
So, I have a packet of glass wipes in my drawer. And a packet of regular wipies (aka butt wipes).
Hope I don't mix them up!
I've just been shopping for screen cleaning products for work.
Ouch - expensive.
Trouble is, our cleaner is pretty generous when using products. I have to find a way to tell her that the tiny bottle is supposed to clean 300 screens. Without being patronising. Hmmmmm.
I spent my lunch break watching clips from Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. Which after all makes being a ho look like being in a sorority (no dig intended).
So I am happy to be a post whore this afternoon.
Anyway.
When I first started my anti-depressants I was in a very bad way.
I couldn't do anything. Including wash. I noticed that the pills gave me a very meaty scent. As opposed to the vinegar scent I had when (for valid reasons) I'd had to go a couple of days without washing properly (festivals, broken plumbing etc).
So today, when I smelt a really meaty smell drifting through the office I was slightly paranoid. I didn't connect it consciously, but thought it must be me immediately. When my colleague came in with a bowl of chilli I put the various thoughts together and relaxed.
But apparently smell is the best trigger for memory.
Took me right back to those horrid days.
Coincidentally, I just finished a bowl of turkey chili myself.
I like a good meaty smell in a woman.
Its Friday evening and not even 9.30pm and I am in bed already
Hey, you got girlfriend Vietnam? .... Me so horny. Me love you long time.
wow, an actual whore-y post
Shit - why do I gravitate to Moulin Rouge when I'm tired and drunk?
I mean I love musicals, but it makes me cry every time. And not because she dies either, just because love is reserved for the beautiful. I mean she's a disease riddled whore. But of course she inspires a lifelong love. Of course.
Think about it. From Romeo & Juliet onwards, all the "great" love stories involve either love at first sight or women who are incredibly beautiful. Usually both. * Jane Eyre is an exception and she ends up with a blind, scarred old man because she is plain and a goody-goody so that's okay*
I hate the idea that every account of true love starts with someone young, lithe and impeccable manners. Go on, I challange you to find me a FEMALEW anti-hero. Even Tank Girl was fit.
Ignore me. It just rubs. Like a blister. It doesn't affect my life, but it's there every move I make.
I stop drinking tomorrow. I intend.
Hopefully I'll stop getting so damn maudlin.
Successful completion.
Now, incremental test.
decided against incremental and chose differential instead.
***five minutes!!***
wooT11!!!!
There's a mouse in my house. My kittybois seem very excited, but sadly, not too effective.
I had to relocate two mice yesterday - one in the morning and one when we came back from dinner. It might have been the same mouse, so I took it farther away the second time.
In my gmail this morning:
Hi xxxxx,
North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) would like to be added to your MySpace friends list.
not unless Jack and Daniel will be friending you.
ah, that first sip of coffee in the morning is so very fine . . .
Going to get my hair cut tomorrow.
Am taking bets on whether I will get what I want...
The odds are against it.
I also have a really itchy lower back. Not my arse crack, but above it. Hmmm.
Have you changed your hair color, SG, or is it still the black?
Argh! No, I wish!
It's indigo at the roots, and pale blue/ battleship grey for the rest of the length :mecry:
I'm tying it in pigtails (bunches) at the mo, as it breaks up the colour a little. I have some hairdye arriving tomorrow (I hope) or Monday. I'll post in RFN when I've done it.
I liked the blonde on Sundae, but what can I say, I'm blonde. (fake) (really fake)
:)
raining like a mof here. Supposed to rain all week.
This is Bad. We flood because our dumb/poor city has never had the money for proper drainage infrastructure.
We flood. People die trying to cross the street. In their cars.
on the plus side, since I'm stuck in the house, maybe I'll download the piccies from the Santa Fe trip. :)
Ok well...Maybe we should pick some out before you go all crazy on it. Make me look good Cloud. Make me look goooood. :) lol!
I'm having a Doctor Who marathon. Every so often I go Doctor Who loopy (who-opy). Usually this in the hiatus between series. I love the new style Doctor Who, but every now and again I like delving into the classic series. Late 70s through to late 80's for TV, and the massively extensive paperback range for 4th through to 8th Doctor. Oh....yeah, and the audio books and radio plays (classic doctor).
The last couple of weeks it's burgeoned into fully fledged obsession and I have decided to purge my system by wholly indulging:P
Sooner or later a new obsession will hit. Hopefully it'll be history related.....
That reminds me to go see if I can revive my old "kids in the hall' obssession with a marathon. My husband hates my marathon skills because he can never understand how someone can concentrate on "tv" for that long. Hmmm....this is what I can do today. Thanks for the idea.
I should go to the market now so I can get my marathon started as soon as possible!
I also want to see how funny they are from an older perspective.
My ten-year high school reunion is coming up, and apparently this means a flurry of reconnecting with everyone in advance, to find out if they're going to the reunion or not. Are people really that worried that they'll show up and no one "good" will be there? Do they not understand that if they wanted to be sure to only reconnect with people they like... they're already accomplishing that by contacting them right now? I swear to god, if I get one more out-of-the-blue phone call from someone I haven't spoken to in years, not to catch up but to establish whether catching up is going to be on our schedule in a few months, I might skip the stupid thing after all.
They want to know if you are going, to decide if they can include you in the list of people to slander, or not. ;)
Did anyone else see Greg Norman's performance in the British Open?
The only golfer to have lost all four majors in sudden death play-offs, the man who made an art form of losing on the final day, the man who had a car named after him because it had an automatic choke ... comes back from semi retirement for one more great coup, snatching a glorious defeat from the jaws of victory .... :lol:
Midnight Blue.
Sounds kinda dark doesn't it?
Comes in a lovely dark blue pot.
NO!
It's peacock blue.
It's blue-green and iridescent.
Strand test. When will I learn.
it's awesome SG. I totaly love it.
Going into school tomorrow to take placement testing, and I'm very nervous.
Which is entirely unusual for me, I'm not the sort who gets nervous about testing. Gotta get to bed sos I can rest up. Blech.
Good luck Razz:) You'll do great. Just relax and try to take it in your stride. You are more than capable, and deep down you know it.
I wish restaurants would make condiment packages (ketchup) that were BIG enough, EASY to open, and wouldn't make a godawful MESS!
too much to ask? say it isn't so!
I wish restaurants would make condiment packages (ketchup) that were BIG enough, EASY to open, and wouldn't make a godawful MESS!
too much to ask? say it isn't so!
Maybe you're going to the wrong kind of restaurants.
I'm talking take-out. Fancy or cheap, they all come with those teeny messy hard-to-open thingies.
Do your take-out orders come with easy to use ketchup packets? If so, I wanna know where you eat.
At the McDonalds in Anacortes, the ketchup was *on tap*.
You slid your little paper sample cup under the spigot and pulled the handle forward. Out gushed a pressurized stream of tomato-y goodness. Ketchup plumbing. What will they think of next?
well, sure. we got ketchup on tap here, too.
But I'm talking TAKE-OUT! Like for the cheeseburger quesadilla from Applebees that I had for lunch. (yummy nom nom!). First, they gave me two ketchup packets. Not enough--you can barely get a teaspoon out of one of those. So then, they gave me a handful. Fine. But I have to open 10 of the damn things to get enough, and by the end of the process my hands are covered with ketchup, so slippery that I can't open the final packets, and I have a big mess o'messy packets.
And, no, ketchup does NOT make good lube!
Cloud - more than two is a SERIOUS amount of ketchup (in this country - YMMV). I recommend you buy a squeezy bottle and keep it in your glovebox.
I've just had some home-made carrot cake. It was yum. But it had been wrapped in clingfilm all day and the topping was all gooey. It looked like it was covered in pus. I don't know whether to be proud of my logical mind for knowing it wasn't pus and eating it, or ashamed of my greed which over-rode my evolved sense of disgust...
At the McDonalds in Anacortes, the ketchup was *on tap*.
You slid your little paper sample cup under the spigot and pulled the handle forward. Out gushed a pressurized stream of tomato-y goodness. Ketchup plumbing. What will they think of next?
Dude, we have those everywhere in Texas. I mean, not everywhere, but it isn't a novelty.
well, sure. we got ketchup on tap here, too.
But I'm talking TAKE-OUT! Like for the cheeseburger quesadilla from Applebees that I had for lunch. (yummy nom nom!). First, they gave me two ketchup packets. Not enough--you can barely get a teaspoon out of one of those. So then, they gave me a handful. Fine. But I have to open 10 of the damn things to get enough, and by the end of the process my hands are covered with ketchup, so slippery that I can't open the final packets, and I have a big mess o'messy packets.
And, no, ketchup does NOT make good lube!
One time the drive through person at Taco Bell insisted that the rule is "
one sauce packet for
two menu items" ...think about that for a minute.
So we drove around, went inside the store, and cleared out ALL of their sauce packets.
Oh I missed that.
Yup, we have them in 90% of our McDonalds in the UK too.
And BBQ sause.
My first experience with pressurized ketchup. We've had self serve pump style for some time around here.
As for the packets, when I am eating fries behind the wheel, or hash browns, or some other suitable ketchup carrier, I usually use this method. I cut/tear a small nick from the corner of the packet. I hold the packet with my left forefinger and thumb along the long edge, away from the side that has the nick. I can still steer with my left hand now, since I've only drafted these two digits for ketchup duty. Now I can take a bite from the food held with my right hand, putting it down afterward, shift my right hand to the wheel freeing my ketchup hand, and then bring the packet to my mouth and squeeze a little ketchup into my mouth directly from the packet. Chew, swallow, rinse, repeat.
This doesn't directly address the question of ketchup/carrier proportions, but it can help reduce waste and mess.
You put the ketchup and the food in your mouth separately? No, no, no, this is wrong.
[bill]
Who made you de big ketchup sherriff ub de house?!
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Hi guys! I'm around . . . just supervising for a while. ;)
Michael Jackson turns 50 years old today.
Awww! How time flies! Here is how Michael looks today!
I saw two grown men on a bike the other day.
One was giving the other a backie. Like they were eleven.
It was broad daylight (about 18.30) and they weren't drunk.
It was really... odd. Cool I suppose.
Yeh but his face is what 8 or 9?
So, ya reckon there'll be clowns and stuff at his party?
Party games!
Pin the tail on the donkey. Pin the nose on the freak.
Blowing bubbles. Blowing Bubbles.
Bobbing for apples (Michael, why are you standing behind me?)
I just had a conversation via facebook messages with my secondary school maths teacher. He retired from teaching about 9 years ago due to osteo arthritis, but sounds like he's thoroughly enjoying retirement. It's 21 years since we last spoke :P
wow. ze interwebs be powerful.
Ever notice how getting pregnant is so much worse than having sex?
It's like, if a teenage girl gets pregnant she is whisoered about and pointed at. But suggest that teenagers don't have sex and everyone would laugh in your face (outside of strong religious circles).
I knew someone who split up with her long term partner, and his new g/f got pregnant within a few weeks. They had been on-and-off for years but her attitude was, "Well I'd never take him back now" as if by impregnating, rather than just having sex with another woman he'd crossed a line.
Aside from issues of contraception and shared child-rearing, there does seem to be a knee-jerk reaction to sex meaning more if pregnancy results. Perhaps it's a numbers game.
It's the tinge of irresponsibility--yes, sometimes the condom breaks and 1% of pill users get pregnant, but statistically, people who get knocked up ended up that way because they didn't use proper contraception. When I was a teen, I used two methods, and the boys didn't even know about the second so they wouldn't try to argue about the necessity of the first--and yes, I looked down on girls who didn't take precautions like I did.
I think it's more subtle than that, myself. I think that pregnancy is basically proof positive of promiscuity (in society's eyes). As long as people are sleeping with each other and nobody's pregnant, it is private. As soon as a women is pregnant it brings it out into public view. It also transforms the woman instantly, in society's eyes, from free individual, to responsible carer. We want our responsible carers to be morally acceptable and thoroughly intergrated into our social norms.
A pregnant teenager or adult one night stand offends (even if only at a vestigial level) society's norms and so the pregnant woman is automatically being judged immoral and therefore potentially dangerous. We are sophisticated enough to deal with women having sex, but we are not yet sophisticated enough to withhold judgement on a mother-to-be.
Like I say, all at a fairly vestigial level.
Ever notice how getting pregnant is so much worse than having sex?
YES.
having a baby also affects relationship dynamics. The girl says, "well, he's having sex with another woman. Asshole." THEN the other girl gets preggers and now there is a whole 'nother dimension to it. It's no longer him and her and her. It's him and her and her and the baby. Babies change the dynamics of couples in long-term, commited relationships. In short-term on-again-off-again relationships a baby is a deal breaker. Another human being with those two people's DNA is coming on into the world. It IS worse than having sex. An affair may be forgivable, but a constant, walking, talking, money-needing, care and love-needing person around to always remind you....not so easy.
I am so mature! :)
I've been wondering....are we being post whores who DON'T get paid, or are we the paid kind?
I think we get paid in 'gifts'.
Another human being with those two people's DNA is coming on into the world. It IS worse than having sex. An affair may be forgivable, but a constant, walking, talking, money-needing, care and love-needing person around to always remind you....not so easy.
Yes - The forced responsibility for ones actions becoming a reality is a major bummer when until that point it was all fun and games. No more partying all the time or just hanging out.... Once the baby becomes a reality it changes the relationship dynamic. No more free and easy - now its taking care of another and teaching and responsibility and caring for and guiding and and and...another human being.
All that and
there are all kinds of things that you HAVE to do while sacrificing what you WANT to do.
Lotta people can't handle that.
Personally I am on the other side of this as my kids are now all young adults and I am finally getting some time for me after 20+ years of putting my needs and wants away until after all theirs were satisfied.
I've been wondering....are we being post whores who DON'T get paid, or are we the paid kind?
It's post whores, not post prostitutes. ;)
If I'm like completely over this thread, am I a post Post Whore?
I prefer, "post woman of the night" thank you. :)
Post person of negotiable affection.
you can't analyze post-whoredom. You must experience it!
I didn't know whether to post this story here or in the What's Making You Happy Today thread. Obviously went with
here:
Parachute use to prevent death and major trauma related to gravitational challenge: systematic review of randomised controlled trials
Did you know... that in the classic children's book Goodnight Moon, the telephone is the only item named in the room that is never said "goodnight" to? Drives me nuts every damn time we read it.
And what's more, there's a perfectly good place for it in the scansion, currently held by the useless "Goodnight nobody" with a blank page for artwork. I've given very serious thought to drawing a little telephone there and changing the words.
I hate that book. It annoyed me when Lil Lookout had it. It really annoys me now that he reads it to 2.0.
I am so tired.
I'm tempted to go home and just go to sleep.
Sadly, I know if I do, I'll wake up by about 23.00 and then not be able to sleep. Damn not being able to buy effective sleeping pills OTC! I'd like to have the indulgence of falling asleep now without the payoff of being awake late.
I am so tired.
I'm tempted to go home and just go to sleep.
Sadly, I know if I do, I'll wake up by about 23.00 and then not be able to sleep. Damn not being able to buy effective sleeping pills OTC! I'd like to have the indulgence of falling asleep now without the payoff of being awake late.
Buy some Benedryl tablets...they will make you drowsy.
Tylenol PM. I would love to go home right now and pop a couple and fall asleep!
I went to a sumo wrestling tournament. I enjoyed it, especially after learning of some of the traditions and rituals that surround the sport, and I am very grateful that the wrestlers who would grab their opponent's loincloth (mawashi?) did not actually pull them off.
The hotel room has a Washlet device on the toilet bowl that has the words Spray, Bidet, Wash, Stop on the buttons along with some curious illustrations of backsides. I have never used a bidet before and this looks a bit startling, and it gives me pause every time I go in there. So am I missing something grand and fun, or is this just something too far out of my experience to ever appreciate?
I don't know, sweets, but that sounds like far too much technology for a bathroom to me lol
As a laydee, let me tell you that sitting on a bidet the wrong way round is a far more rewarding way to spend your time.
Psst... Sweetwater ....
the Japanese toilet report.
Watch out for the giant ladybug robot though.
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Psst... Sweetwater .... the Japanese toilet report.
Watch out for the giant ladybug robot though.
:haha:
That Washlet is much like the one here! And I saw a squatter - we were in line and the older woman ahead of me was next. She opened the door and backed up so I went up and reversed gears. Third woman took it. I'd try it sometime but not with a line of anxious people waiting!
BTW, I also take pix of bathrooms in different places. I thought our fancy hotel bidet was funny until we moved to a B&B in Florence. There was a hand-held sprayer piped from the water inlet, and a shower curtain to serve as a wall. Funny stuff.
As a laydee, let me tell you that sitting on a bidet the wrong way round is a far more rewarding way to spend your time.
GMTA! ;)
I was just out getting a card for our anniversary tomorrow (15 years!) and noticed a sign in the store that October 18 is "
Sweetest Day." So I'm posting here just to remind you that you still have around 3 weeks to get your cards and candy for your sweety. Don't wait until the last minute, because the Sweetest Day card selection isn't very big.
A Hallmark holiday, for sure. But my mom always thinks of me, and that makes me feel good. It's a nice thing when your spouse or significant other thinks of you, so I'm all for Sweetest Day.
Happy Anniversary, Mr and Mrs glatt! :) Will you do the "crystal" anniversary thing?
Will you do the "crystal" anniversary thing?
Is that a euphemism? I'm not up on all the kids' slang.
Try this
Not that I believe in any of it, but ya never know whats going on in the mind of a woman.
Yeah, I'd heard of those traditions. I was just kidding. You know, are me and the missus going to try the "crystal thing." Nudge, nudge, wink wink.
Seriously though, this year we planned that to celebrate, I was taking the day off and we'd do something together like go out into the country to
pick apples and hit a couple
vineyards. But it looks like it will rain, so maybe we'll catch a movie or hit some museums. Have a nice meal at home with the kids for dinner.
I bought a tv last week and we kind of decided that was my present, even though the whole family will be using it, and so I bought her some jewelry for her present. The tv cost a lot more though. And it's got liquid crystals, so I guess it counts.
Friday night we'll have a babysitter and we're going out to a very nice restaurant.
Congrats, glatt! 15 is an awesome milestone.
Thanks! We're pretty pleased with it too.
But all plans are off for tomorrow. Little glatt came home from school with a 103 fever, so he'll almost certainly be home from school tomorrow and that blocks all plans. So we'll shoot for Friday instead. Weather should be better then too so it's probably for the best. Also, the jewelry I ordered that was supposed to arrive yesterday but didn't ship out until today will show up at my work tomorrow, so it's better that I'm there to receive it.
Great for both of you - things seem to work out in the end, don't they?
Post Ho
Politico
Meaning: where's all the chatter about McCain "suspending" his campaign? WTF?
I figured there'd be a huge fight, er...discussion regarding this seemingly bad decision.
wow. like clockwork.
as soon as it gets the tiniest bit cold at night, my carpal tunnel acts up and my hands and arms go painfully numb.
time to get out the braces. :(
I had never heard of
Stanislav Petrov before I saw this link posted elsewhere on the 'net. Good to know such beings exist, isn't it?
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Elmo is so much better than Sarah Brightman.
My suggestion: if companies and their managers and execs need our "bailout" dollars to stay afloat, then we should insist that every company and every manager and exec be treated to a thorough IRS audit.
Do not--I repeat--do NOT buy or imbibe Sam Adams' Cherry Wheat beer. Unless you just luuuuuv the taste of cough syrup.
Filing this under the What Was I Thinking department.
If I give you a thousand of my posts, will you shut up?
he was talkin to the newb
oh. would have worked if he offered a thousand dollars (smirk)
So you're a non-post whore then, eh?
Wrong thread for you then!
;)
I am chronologically challenged.
Here I am, looking for some cellar action ... and all the Americans are either still in bed or just arriving at work. It's 10 pm here. Someone post something, will ya?
I came here to post something, but got sidetracked by all the threads and comments and no longer recall what it was I wanted to say.
That's probably a good thing. :)
Hi Sweetwater
Are you still in Japan? Or are you home now?
How is/was it?
I've just bought three different lunches.
Idiot.
All are healthy, all were discounted. But pure greed had me thinking, Oh I'll have that! Oh, I'll have that! Oh, that will go with that!
So I'll have to have one for tea tonight before I leave - which might be late, so I can get some Cellar time, depends how tired I am - and come in tomorrow for another one.
And no, none of it could be frozen. But it is all nom nom nom worthy.
Hi Sweetwater
Are you still in Japan? Or are you home now?
How is/was it?
I
wish I was still there. Had a great send-off the day we left: a 4.9 - 5.1 earthquake while we were still in our 14th floor hotel room. Rock'n'roll! I'll be reposting some stories to MySpace and can PM you the link when I get it done, if you wish. But yeah, I loved it and would move there right now if not for our pets here and the lack of good pizza there.
I am chronologically challenged.
Here I am, looking for some cellar action ... and all the Americans are either still in bed or just arriving at work. It's 10 pm here. Someone post something, will ya?
Well...everyone is kinda tired from the big orgy. Were you there?
Well...everyone is kinda tired from the big orgy. Were you there?
What, you don't remember me????:p
What, you don't remember me????:p
were you the guy whispering all those sweet cromulent things in my ear?
:D
Why don't ya come back in there and find out, sugar-pie?
Bought my bro two presents for his birthday. Ordered one ?five? weeks ago because it struck me as really cool. Ordered another on payday because I knew I had the money and had to get him something while I did (birthday on 13th, will have no money by then!)
I didn't exactly forget I'd ordered him something else, but it was sorta buried in my mind.
Both arrived today. One I ordered in giftwrap, so I'm not going to open the box because I won't even be able to see the present. I'll just leave it sealed and put my own address label on it.
The other... Well I knew it wasn't gift wrapped, because it wasn't offered as an option. And it took my completely by surprise when it arrived (outsize parcels come separately to normal post). So I opened it, to see if I liked it. I do. I really do.
Now bearing in mind I shouldn't really have ordered him two presents. And bearing in mind the second (wrapped) present is more suitable. And the first was paid for on the company credit card, which I have now been invoiced for and paid off (making returns a hassle)....
Okay, yes. I want to keep the first present I ordered. It's an umbrella with LED inserts. I thought it was SO cool when I saw it, I couldn't resist ordering it for Stevo. But in the mean time I remembered he isn't really an umbrella person. And the one he has is an ickle one he can fit into a voluminous coat pocket. And he's not as flamboyant as me.
Am I just being selfish because I have seen a sparkly treat and covet it? Or am genuinely worried that my gift might not hit the mark?
Keep it, Sundae. If he's not an umbrella person he will never understand it's beauty the way you do. No guilt---just umbrella love (a love hardly understood, but universally embraced when the rain storm hits)
Besides, if you meet a guy you like you can program your display to show offf your phone number! ;)
One of my friends actually did this with an LED belt he had at a club. But he was a dufus.
Ah it only has two settings, shine and twinkle [it wasn't that expensive].
But with the winter coming I am soooooooo tempted to keep it.
I'm a shining and twinkling kinda gal
It's also a safety feature. It's practical..You have to keep it.
:)
If you give him two presents, he will fill bad about not having given you two for your last birthday.
Spare him the embarrassment. Keep the brolly.
"Philosophy is for giving us good reasons for doing what we already wanted to do." Betrand Russell.
Christmas isn't that far off.
Quite right.
I used it today and felt overwhelmingly guilty.
I would not intentionally have spent that amount of money on myself in my current situation (I was a little more settled when I paid for it).
I'm going to save it for Christmas.
Not even sure who to give it to - probably my bro after all - he and I are the only real walkers in the family.
Well, my niece is too, but I spoiled her for her birthday, and anyway you never know with young teens - something I see as standing out from the crowd in a great way might just be shameful to her.
I think I did want someone to tell me not to keep it for myself.
You used it? Got to keep it now. Can't be giving used gifts... until they become antiques.;)
Nah - I kept the tag on because I was uneasy in my mind. And it's an umbrella, not a bottle of wine, it doesn't get used up.
I'll give it a quick once-over (10 minutes in the rain) then repackage it.
I might even let Stevo know I gave it a test drive a couple of months after :)
ooooh. it's so nice to be alone in my apartment on a sunday--nothing to do, no place to go. naked. quiet. kitties. sunrise on the tv, wafting of air, cloudy and sprinkly. no cares.
I had that yesterday (mostly)
Today I had to limp to the supermarket in the rain to buy a gluten free cake for a colleague's birthday tomorrow.
Still, it was wonderful to wake up at 08.15 and know I could sleep in as late as I wanted (I usually leave the house at 09.30)
Sadly, my remarkable heartburn made staying in bed uncomfortable.
But at least I bought some antacids at the shop, and will have them ready tomorrow morning!
And I do have 17 days off to organise before March next year. I see soem sleepy days ahead in me new house (working Mum and school age boy)
Heh. "The Onion" is making me laugh despite myself. :D lol'z!! It appears that I am doomed to repeat history...
I got this letter in my e-mail followed by this link:
[ATTACH]19708[/ATTACH]
http://www.theonion.com/content/indexThat is awesome, Cic. It won't let me copy/paste but there are so many funnies in there I wish I could. These leapt out at me:
40,000 Pounds of Slave have been loft at sea.
And in the Twenty Top-Most Books in Print:
The Thoufands Upon Thoufands of The Mohicans.
:lol:
Most users ever online was 1,719, 09-30-2007 at 10:10 AM.
I occupy idle minutes of my day wondering what inspired 1,719 Cellar users to be online on that date and time. I should get back to work on my perpetual motion machine, shouldn't I? :rolleyes:
If I recall correctly, the
Foam Test IotD saw the
most users at any time on the Cellar.
OMG. This made me laugh! Be sure to scroll down to find out what teh kittehs
really think.
http://www.who-sucks.com/animals/japans-hello-kitty-costume-for-cats-a-nightmare-come-true-falls off the desk chair laughing- OMFG!!!! First off... Hello Kitty costumes for cats. No, I take that back... first off, COSTUMES for cats. You will be eviscerated. Secondly... Hello Kitty? Um, HELLO!! it's already a kitty. And thirdly... you will be eviscerated (especially going by the looks on some of those cats' faces!)
:biglaugha
Stop!!! I’m a dog!!
So. Who is treasenauk, what does the anagram spell, and why haven't I seen "the lj quiz"?.....I'm just confused.
;)
Hi Treasenauk! Welcome.
oooh, I had to look up that "foam test" thing. funny!
Thanks for the welcome, Cicero! Treasenuak is... HAH! Too complicated for mere mortals to comprehend! :D Nah... I'm separated (getting a divorce), single mother, and into all kinds of kink. For details or further information, ask ;)
Hello Kitty is a force of evil. It must be stopped.
It has already infiltrated every aspect of life in Japan, with over 20,000 different HK branded items available... pencil cases, toasters, vehicle exhaust pipe tips, sewing machines, even (now sadly discontinued) a vibrator.
The End Times are nigh.
Thanks for the welcome, Cicero! Treasenuak is... HAH! Too complicated for mere mortals to comprehend! :D Nah... I'm separated (getting a divorce), single mother, and into all kinds of kink. For details or further information, ask ;)
I already asked for the information...now just gimme.
I'm a big girl and can handle it.
:D
With tiles like
these, I could
really make big words in Scrabble! I know it's silly but I want them.
Dear Santa... :)
It's called lawn scrabble. Now what are you going to make the board out of?
It's called lawn scrabble. Now what are you going to make the board out of?
Boards? Just a thought...;)
I wasn't asking you tho'....Do you know how much it would cost sweet just to buy enought tiles for one game? Then the board expenses. To make it worth it you would have to set up a permanent scrabble board in your back yard, and what would the neighbor's think?!? :)
(I want the tiles first)
lol
I feel it is every American's right to have a giant Scrabble board in the back yard...let the neighbors be damned. DAMNED I say!
I could divide the nearby lake into squares using those nylon ropes with foam beads that pools use to divide lanes, and float the tiles. Sure, it would be expensive but cheaper than inventing and manufacturing a Wonkavision machine to shrink me down enough that I could have the same 'giant tile experience' with the normally sized tiles. Or I could just buy the H, E, L, and P tiles and glue them to the roof until someone responded and came up with a better idea. :D
I could divide the nearby lake into squares using those nylon ropes with foam beads that pools use to divide lanes, and float the tiles. Sure, it would be expensive but cheaper than inventing and manufacturing a Wonkavision machine to shrink me down enough that I could have the same 'giant tile experience' with the normally sized tiles. Or I could just buy the H, E, L, and P tiles and glue them to the roof until someone responded and came up with a better idea. :D
You know, if Gilligan had had giant scrabble tiles, they wouldn't have been on that damn island nearly as long!
It is a great boat idea. If we made a boat out of them like the guitar boat guy, we could randomly name the boat whatever we wanted, and make other people come up with a better name.
omg...if I were good at art stuff I have the funniest image in my head of a scrabble boat.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry...
Diz had developed an attraction for an ornamental llama on my landlady's shelf.
Let me explain. They come from Peru, and have an open cabinet on which are displayed various knick knacks and souvenirs from their home country. There are two llamas - not precisely toys, but not statues as they are both covered in what I assume is real llama hair. One of them is short like a sheep, the other long and fluffy.
It's the fluffy one which has captivated Diz.
Got up this morning to find it outside my door.
And tonight there was a crach bang wallop from downstairs, and then an ominous bumping sound. Diz had fetched Senor Llama (in the process knocking a figurine on the floor, mercifully unbroken) and was bringing him upstairs.
On the one hand it is really funny. On the other, I will have to red-facedly ask her to move them to a higher shelf and explain why. They have been away for the last two days, but I know how determined the Diz-cat is.
I've already ordered him a Yeowww! catnip toy, so I hope when it arrives it distracts him enough not to notice where his new prey has gone.
At least he wasn't tying to mate with the lama.
Did someone say Hello Kitty?
Paging Wolf, paging Wolf!
laugh. definitely, laugh!
ugh. very tired. 3 days of trial--much longer days than I'm used to anymore. Not to mention that it has not gone well.
and, under the heading of TMI, stupid period decided to arrive on day 2 of trial. AFTER SIX MONTHS with nothing. and of course, I had no supplies or anything. Bah! I'm never gonna be officially menopausal. Very disappointing, not to mention tiring and discomforting.
On Sunday night we were watching the news all together and my son Aden said, "I'll be so glad when the American election is over. I'm sick of hearing about it."
I thought that was pretty funny.
Tell that smart young man the rest of us here are tired of it as well. I voted Tuesday so it all over for me. Now "I couldn't care less". :D
We did giggle a bit and sympathize with him, but we also tried to explain to him why it's an important process.
We voted absentee on Sunday. 'Tis all over but the shouting.
I want to take the MMPI II. Who's got a copy? I found a website on scoring, but I don't have a test. :) I want to takey.
OMG...Oprah is on, telling her audience that 'women have to make men feel like they're winners (otherwise they start cheating)'.
Personally I don't think it's my job to make Daryl feel like that, but I do support him and tell him when I reckon he's doing a great job (which happens to be often atm, but I think that's a symptom of the happy time in our lives lately).
Aren't we just supposed to support our spouse and appreciate them and love them?
Since when is my spouse's self esteem my responsibility? Sure I care about how he's feeling, but I didn't hear Oprah say anything about men having to make women feel good about themselves.
Isn't Oprah a supporter of how its up to yourself to stay positive and think good thoughts...only you control your destiny/day type of thing? So, shouldn't the man be responsible for making himself feel like they are a winner then, too? I kindof don't get it.
Cheers-Aliantha!
I think by BEING supportive you are making him feel like a winner. My BF is super into mountain biking. When we met he was riding 7+ hours a day. I have been the only girl in his life that not only supports his obsession but pushes him towards it. I supported him in buying a $3,500 bike this summer as he wanted to 'settle' and get something inferior that he could deal with and just be content. The support and encouragement made him the happiest man...like he was a winner. I didn't have to "make" him feel like he was a winner, I just supported him. Yes, I think he still cheats on me with his bike...but that's an infidelity I can handle.
My husband cheats on me with his work if you want to look it that way. I'm pretty sure he doesn't derive too much sexual pleasure from it though. lol
I didn't hear Oprah say anything about men having to make women feel good about themselves.
Do any men watch oprah?
Join date: 2005. Posts: 14. Huh. I am so curious right now.
Do any men watch oprah?
I think we all know the main audience are middle class women, which is what makes the above statement particularly toxic in my opinion.
Are we going back to the 1950's where magazines and news articles told us women what to do to be a good housewife. Things like always make sure you touch up your lipstick before your husband gets home, and make sure the children are fed and quiet when he walks in the door, and never criticize him and oh, here's how to make the bread that he'll really like!
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We always knew the guy across the street from us was a bit of a hoarder. "Treasures" were always appearing in his yard and driveway. Junk that he would find in people's trash, bring home, and store in his driveway for 6 months until you would notice it was no longer there. Broken lawn chairs, an old comforter draped over the fence airing out for a few months, broken wicker laundry basket. Stuff like that. Junk.
Well, over the weekend, there was a bit of excitement over at his house, and some guy was helping him clean up the place, and managed to convince him to throw some stuff away. He filled maybe half a dozen bags with trash, but during the cleanup, he had his front door open. The junk inside his house was about 4 feet deep just inside his front door.
Today, there was a huge orange sticker on the front door saying the house was uninhabitable, or something like that.
Guy has always been a little nutty. But now the local government has gotten involved.
I wonder how they found out? His place really wasn't that bad from the outside.
We had a similar situation with a neighbor where I grew up. My dad told me a couple of years ago, all of a sudden stuff started coming out of the house. Lots of extra garbage each week, people occasionally coming by to carry out furniture, all sorts of things. This went on for weeks, until my dad happened to go talk to the guy one day, and found out the story: the wife was the hoarder, and she had died. The husband had just lived with it through the years as she got older and hoarder-ier, and now he was finally clearing it out, one cubic foot at a time. That crosses the line from dedication into enabling, for me, but I guess it's sweet in a way...
Diz is becoming more independent. Which is great. But for a short space of time (I hope) it means he is being a major pain in the buttski. He is tired of living in one room and wants to explore, but isn't 100% ready to go out of the room alone, so he's being demanding, unsettled and attention seeking.
He was only confined to the room for the first week, since then the door has always been ajar. And I know what Diz wanting to play is like - and this is not it. He wants me to go downstairs, so he can follow me. Tough. He'll have to do it alone.
Also, I feel a bit grim tonight. No real idea why, just not happy in body or mind. Bleugh. Have to hope I wake up feeling better. And not having strangulated the Diz cat.
Whoring it up!
For those of you following the Diz story, he is now trying to sleep in the small gap between my lap and the laptop. Occasionally resting his head on my arm until I move too much. I moan and moan, but I absolutely adore my cat, who is the best thing that has happened to me in years.
Anyway, I came because of the horror film thread. No point cluttering that up. I could do with a good scream. I'm not talking primal scream therapy or anything like that, I just mean the build up of tension and the release of fear you get from a real no holds barred all out scream. I've been thinking of this for weeks, although I've had horror on my mind for weeks thanks to Halloween I guess.
Funny thing is, the things that might genuinely make me lose control and scream without reserve... well I'd be worried I wouldn't stop screaming - ever. Bin looking at some of the top US haunted houses (tole you it's bin on my mind!) and I wouldn't even get through the queue. If I did, the first actor that jumped me would be the last. Not because I'd lamp him one, but because I'd curl up in a corner and whimper until security bodily lifted me - eyes firmly closed, fingers in ears - back into a well lit gift shop or restaurant.
I dunno, maybe I'm due a nightmare. Or maybe it's symptomatic of another kind of unrelieved tension.
I wonder which joke has appeared most often in the humor thread?
I just thought you would all like to know that I predicted Obama to win 6 whole hours before BigV did. :)
Here's my post.My keychain.:)
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The new pup is adjusting well to his new life & name. His new sister and he are starting to play, and it makes my heart laugh to watch them.
Yay, sweetwater! Glad to hear it :) -now has warm heart cockles-
Photos sweet! Don't be stingy!!! ;)
Ok...Where's Treas? I went to buy mists of avalon, only to find out, mists of avalon is not the first book of the series, it's like the fourth or something. And, they didn't have the first books in. ;( Oh, so I walked out of there with 3 books to compensate. I am rolling up my sleeves Treas!!!
"get in, get out." With book in hand, but nooooo, it isn't the first book now is it?!? I had to buy 100 dollars worth of books, which I have just noticed, I have already owned two of. Maybe it's the third of one particular book, and this is all your fault TREEEAS!!! ;)
Well, I better get to reading, these books are large.
Amazon, honey. Ebay. research......
I have gastro-enteritis. And a temp of 38.5.
Wooooop!
No wonder I managed to stay off the booze last night (equivalent of 2.5 pints).
Slept a lot today (after going to work, throwing up copiously then going to Doctors)
Nice...what're you doing thinking about food then? lol
I hope you're feeling better soon mate.
:rolleyes: Ritz crackers mostly
Had some dry toast earlier
And vitamin tablets and water
Lovely!
Oh and oral rehydrate - recommended by doc to stop me gagging every time I tried to speak.
Had some cracking dreams though.
Halloween and David Tennant inspired.
No ecksy-sexy of course, but fascinating narratives.
If you've been throwing up a lot, sometimes it's a good idea to have a couple of energy drinks in between the plain water. This helps build up your depleted electrolytes and can give you a real boost if you're feeling a bit weak and shakey.
Amazon, honey. Ebay. research......
Research this Monstaaaah! I totally looked it up. Damn it.
Um, Cic? Mists of Avalon is a stand-alone book... you don't need the rest of the series to understand what's going on therein. Hell, until you said that, I didn't know it was even part of a series... -hides behind monster- Don't let her hit me!!! :-P
If it weren't a "magical saga" I might agree with you....I always start at the first book if I know better. Oh well.
I got some decent books, but they don't seem as fun as this series.
It's back to the usual over here. More of the same shit I buy every year because I can't help it. It's like buying the same album 5 times over the course of 14 years. Nothing new here, unless it's been so long that I read something different in it.
If I start at the beginning treas, I'll let you know how it goes. :)
I love him...
I love him...
I love him...
He's driving me fucking crazy!
Diz, being Action Cat and not having access to the rest of the house.
That's all.
IIRC the prequels to the Mists of Avalon were both not really necessary too, and not as good as, MoA. IMHO, YMMV, ETC.
I love him...
I love him...
I love him...
He's driving me fucking crazy!
Diz, being Action Cat and not having access to the rest of the house.
That's all.
I could edit this a bit and it could be me lamenting Gaines. HE'S COMPLETELY NUTS THE LITTLE F*CKER (cutie tootie kitty witty wuvvy duvvy him.) :D
Diz of the day story (aka - top this, because if you do it will make me laugh anyway)
I had a delivery of some cat essentials earlier this week. Not having an awful lot of storage space, and being sick as a pig besides, I put the box on top of Diz's new enclosed litter tray (working like a dream, he can dig to his heart's content) to be unpacked at my leisure.
Now I did say cat essentials... but in order to get free delivery I did order two tubes of treats. Freeze dried chicken and freeze dried prawns. I bought these for the boys before they even moved in with me, and these days, the sound of the tube being shaken will bring Diz running and yowling if he is within a mile radius.
So. I haven't been treating him (ill, see previously) but today I was up and about and trying to make my bedroom feel less like a sickroom. In the process, Diz got a couple of pieces of dried chicken.
Sat on my bed, surfing the net - scramble, scramble. Diz, being into everything, has decided it's time he got in the cardboard box. Internet... internet... scramble, scramble. Diz being a greedy bugger has the whole tube in his mouth, and is trying to scrape the plastic lid off using the side of the box to good use.
In the time it took me to disentangle myself from headphones and power cord, he has dropped the tube on the floor, followed suit and is scarfing up dried chicken so fast it's making him cough.
I rescued what I could (most of it to be fair - he got about 6 pieces), made sure his water was well topped up and closed both tubes in a secure drawer. Teach me to be such a slattern.
I'm not annoyed with him, in fact even as it was happening I both saw the humour and appreciated my boy's monkey skills. I'm just glad he had the lack of self control to do it in front of me. I did not need to come back from the bathroom to find him licking chicken powder out of the tube, only to sick it up on my bed in an hour.
I got all three books btw. Anyhoo.
Did you know that this guy:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Everett
Is this guy's dad? (the eels)
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Wow! That's crazy!! I've always loved the eels! Awesome crazy.
I got all three books btw. Anyhoo.
Did you know that this guy:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Everett
Is this guy's dad? (the eels)
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Wow! That's crazy!! I've always loved the eels! Awesome crazy.
Ahh, but in some nearby possible world you do not, and have never, loved the eels.
Sorry ifin iKild this thread
Come to London. I'll treat you to jellied eels.
And hot meat pies, saveloys and trotters, something you can talk about, something that will blow you out...
Sorry, I came over all Pearly Queen then.
Just got an e-mail memo that we're getting a trash inspection tomorrow at work. A guy from the city government is going to walk around and make sure we are throwing our trash away correctly. If not, my employer gets fined. It's two pages of instructions on how to recycle. Not a bad idea at all, but kind of lame that the first time I've seen detailed instruction on how recycling works in this building is the day before an inspector is going to show up.
Who ever heard of a trash inspection? Should I put porn mags in the recycling bins just for kicks?
"And lastly, #7: you are now finished with these instructions. If you have printed them out, please place the paper into the paper recycling bin."
Stick a Real Doll in one of the big trash cans.
Stick a Real Doll in one of the big trash cans.
and a stick of butter.
and a stick of butter.
lol!
and a stick of butter.
:eek:
Good idea!
Should I put porn mags in the recycling bins just for kicks?
You'll get in lots of trouble.
Glossy color isn't recycle-able.
Cellar i.d. :D
This might be useful to show when I go to chat. :)
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Is this because you always show up under a fake name?
Let me tell you, young lady, that anyone faking an EU ID is a Terrorist! We'll come and get you! And force you to live in an aprtment in the city you were captured in! And you'll have to eat food and drink wone you can't get in the US until you go to court.
Um. Okay.
J.P. Hayes = Rannulph Junuh [from
The Legend of Bagger Vance]
According to
reports, he disqualified himself when he realized he was using an illegal golf ball during play. Integrity! It's good to see in professional sports people.
How frequently can I click the "New Posts" button, before it is a sign of OCD and/or not having a life?
How many times can a man click New Posts,
before he has OCD?
and how many threads can the cellar maintain,
'til it chokes up UT's ISP?
And how many years can a lurker exist,
before they're a loud "look-at-me"?
The answer, my friend ...
-applauds- Thank you for the new earworm...
How frequently can I click the "New Posts" button, before it is a sign of OCD and/or not having a life?
Its not your fault Zen, it just means cellerites are being lazy ...AND NOT POSTING ENOUGH.
Hee.
eta: that is if you meant clicking the new post button over and over again while waiting for a new post to appear. Um.... not like I
ever do that. :cool:
That F5 Complex is good for Woot Offs, though.
Thus spake the Wooter with an F5 Complex. :)
So you're the one slowing Woot down.
Zen, It's a sign that you have to make a new thread, yourself. I just never do it. :)
on my list today:
dolls/puppets; stuffed body parts
sewing machine
guitar
excelsior college
scanning photos
create and photo headings
cooperative games
pics for [Daughter No. 2]
Xeko cards
hemp yoga pants
aquarium
handyman
cleaning people
As long as you aren't actually cleaning people, sewing them up, and stuffing with doll parts, your list seems ok. It can be read in too many ways....:)
My to do list today:
Finish putting Ted's SCA shirt together
-Get the sleeve on
-Put the cuffs on
-Hem
-Loops for the collar lacing
Return movie to Blockbuster
Work
Sweep floor
Collect laundry
Straighten kitchen
Really, not a busy day, except I won't be home from work til 2330 :(
So you're the one slowing Woot down.
Not me! Well, maybe. No, wait, it's the Roombas. :)
I knew the stuffed body parts would get you. I want to find or make soft sculpture genitals that I can stick body jewelry in and photo for my blog. And make pierced dolls. Like, one of me. And an emo one. and a leatherman one.
slightly manic today
Ok you guys were right. I need to go get stripper. For my wood. ;)
Srsly tho'. This lacquer and whatever else they have spilled on top of this dresser is starting to piss me off.
Thanks. I would still be trying to hand sand that stuff if it weren't for some wise dwellars.
I have a crush on John Barrowman.
I'm now watching old Torchwood episodes on YouTube.
I wouldn't fancy him if he was straight - it's a fag-hag thing.
First I fancied Captain Jack Harkness. Well, he's handsome and very sexual.
Then I kept seeing Barrowman interviews, and he kept really making me laugh.
He's so open and so filthy (which I always love in a man)
So now I have a crush on a celeb like a teenager.
Sigh.
Right, back to Torchwood. Back to imagining being seduced by the Cap'n.
Is Captain Jack the one who is supposed to be American? The Torchwood characters had a crossover bit in the Doctor Who season finale, and that guy's accent kept cracking me up.
He is American! John Barrowman was born in Scotland and grew up in America - that's the accent he has in everyday life.
He moved from Glasgow to Joliet in '76 (aged 8) and didn't return to the UK until 1990.
Blame Illinois I say.
ETA - my apologies. It turns out his accent has been described by other people as Mid-Atlantic. It is true that this is how he speaks usually, except when he is with his family. I'm sure they can tell his Glaswegian accent isn't quite pukka either!
People from Glasgow are called Glaswegians? Man, I'm learning all sorts of interesting things today.
OH! Speaking of, I've been meaning to mention--and now that it's come up in my mind, I'll just do it here rather than dig up the appropriate thread because I'm lazy--just a short while after reading your explanation of the conventions of "panto," one of my son's favorite television programs (
Bunnytown) ran a new episode which did the whole "He's right behind you!" "Oh no he's not!" "Oh yes he is!" bit. I was so happy to realize I was picking up on something I would have missed before.
You know what people from Liverpool are called?
(apart from yobs?)
Liverpuddlians? Not sure about the spelling either.
Well done Ali, and I wouldn't expect a banana bender to be able to spell anyway ;) .
You know what people from Liverpool are called?
(apart from yobs?)
Beatles?
Well done Ali, and I wouldn't expect a banana bender to be able to spell anyway ;) .
Well my knowledge came from a chap I used to chat with from Liverpool, so that just goes to show it's not what you know but who you know.
As to my spelling, well that's just a disaster these days. Since I stopped working and am no longer studying, on top of having a pretty huge dose of placenta brain, I find I'm having trouble getting in touch with all those little keys in my mind that tell me what letter goes where when I'm spelling.
It's actually distressing me somewhat as I once considered myself to be a pretty stellar speller. :(
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No, I have no idea.
And I was expecting some kind of "Crow-Eater" comment.
Contrary to popular belief, I really am not a bitch. ;)
and as to your placenta in a tube...all I can say is "WTF"???
Diz is in High Spook Mode at the moment.
Firstly, he had a tough day anyway. I walked to the vet, which is a new experience for him. Then had stuff put in his eyes, a strange ginger man pressing things to his chest and back, an injection and then the ultimate indignity of a cold stick up the poop shoot.
Then of course the walk back and me squeezing more gunk into his eyes. He was really offended. Just wait til I have to give him a pill tomorrow!
Anyway, I must have left the door open at the bottom of the stairs at some point, and Peppi came up. Diz didn't notice him at first, so I stayed still and hoped he'd just creep out again. He didn't, he became braver and jumped up on the chest of drawers, at which point Diz certainly saw him and went into full Get Orf My Land mode. There was a bit of a scramble and one or other of them knocked over a full pint glass full of water (which Diz drinks out of). Great! Right onto my DVDs!
Still, tiny Diz chased enormous Peppi back downstairs and that was the end of it.
Unfortunately, a black and white cat has taken to jumping up on the windowsill (on the other side of the glass of course) in the last week. It chose to do this about an hour after the First Bedroom Invasion, so Diz felt much maligned. Instead of running away when Diz complained, the cheeky guttersnipe jumped down onto the extension roof, but stood his ground there and swore bloody murder at him.
Diz swore back, more and more aggressively and puffed himself up until he was nearly half the size of the trespasser, but it took me knocking on the window before he ran away.
Diz is now dividing his time between trying to creep under the laptop on my knees (it gives off heat), looking out of the window - although I doubt he can see anything but his reflection, and checking the stairs for intruders.
Thank goodness we move Saturday, although goodness knows that will bring its own problems. Despite being brought up with a houseful of cats, and co-existing so happily with Dylan, I think Diz has small cat syndrome and will never share happily again. Still - I have to try. Who knows, maybe Mia will remind him of his Mum or something and he'll be curled up grooming her by Christmas. Ahem.
I've bought some Feliway.
and folks from Manchester........? :lol:
I believe "Manc tart" is the expression used hereabouts. :p
I'm just glad I'm not from Arsenal!
I believe "Manc tart" is the expression used hereabouts. :p
I'm just glad I'm not from Arsenal!
tart is a bit too posh, tbh...
peeps from arsenal are Gunners.
love peeps
People from Glasgow are called Glaswegians? Man, I'm learning all sorts of interesting things today.
In Scotland, Edinburgh specifically, they ate called Weedgies. If that sounds like a term of endearment, consider that it's usually proceeded by soap
dodging and followed by
scum.
...just a short while after reading your explanation of the conventions of "panto," ...which did the whole "He's right behind you!" "Oh no he's not!" "Oh yes he is!" bit. I was so happy to realize I was picking up on something I would have missed before.
I love it when something I've read in the Cellar manifests itself in real life! Pleased to be of service.
Of course I know the proper term for people form Manchester, but I figure it would be cheating if I joined in.
Up before the rest of the house, so I'm hanging about for a bit rather than wake them. Today is moving day, and although I have plenty to to, I do have plenty of time to do it in yet. Dad's not leaving Aylesbury til at least 09.30 and he has to get here through Saturday traffic.
I'm mostly packed anyway.
Rather than enjoying a lie-in with me, Diz is scrambling round everything like he did last night. He thinks it's a new assault course made specially for him. No, actually he's disturbed by the packing, unsettled abotu what it means. He's making his special creakky noise which would be the human equivalent of a kid whining, "Mum! I don't like it!" when faced with something new.
Still, in 12 hours time (and probably more like 6) we'll be in our new home. Ever wish you could fast forward time?
Making a stab at cleaning out my bedroom closet today. All the clothes were falling off the hangers, they're so jammed in there.
Actually, I probably won't even get to the hanging clothes today--I'm still working on the floor!
time passes, and it shall soon be the new day.
Work tomorrow - I don't wanna go back...evah!
It's been a really good 4 day weekend. I'm still in denial about work tomorrow. Lots of crap waiting for me there.
oh yeah. probably stay up way too late tonight in denial and feel crappy from lack of sleep tomorrow.
The dreaded warning... this coming weekend (Dec 6-7th) will be when the first couple of pups will be heading off to their new homes. Yes, it has been and will continue to be really hard for us to let each pup go but we're confident that they are going to extremely loving and caring homes.
No more
puppycam for us. *sigh*
I get cramps in my feet so badly I have to stand up and stretch against the wall on my *seriously* extended feet--agony. The tendons are like steel cables.
I get cramps in my feet so badly I have to stand up and stretch against the wall on my *seriously* extended feet--agony. The tendons are like steel cables.
Sounds like you need someone in your life with a foot fetish. Get you some serious massaging and pampering. Me, I am an ass man, so can't make any recommendations.:footpyth:
Mr. Sweetwater was flying from Chicago, IL to Hartford, CT. the least expensive, most direct route was through Miami, FL.:headshake
Heh. :) Miss my shaw shaw...yes'm...;)
Btw Shaw...I just got comcast wireless at the new place, and it is kicking major ass.
It's totally worth it. You should think of it sometime...:)
But of course, just looked it up and it's not available in my area.
My area sux.
What time is it, if you are the clock?
Robber asks actor:
'Do you do frightened?' It would be better if it was not true, of course.
I just got to talking with someone here at work, and found out that we could make around $5000 over inauguration weekend by
renting out our house to strangers. It's probably not worth the hassle, but damn.
Anyone feeling sorry about MY finger?
Those fingers look familiar. Cut yourself shaving?
Much more exciting flint:
Horrific quilting accident. Really. There was blood. A lot of it.
Just put a band aid on it, and some triple-anitbiotic.
An Australian scientist has just discovered that bees dance much more vigorously if you dab a bit of cocaine on them just as they enter the hive.
Well, duh.
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Do they do the Hokey Cokey?
An Australian scientist has just discovered that bees dance much more vigorously if you dab a bit of cocaine on them just as they enter the hive.
Well, duh.
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Yeah. I had the twin response of seeing its scientific usefulness and also thinking maybe someone's got too much free time on their hands....
It was when the bees got into the champagne and started dancing around their handbags that things got really weird.
I can't wait for A Christmas Story to air. The DVD is on the shelf, but that's just not the same. Bumpas dogs! Clinkers! Triple dog dare! :beer:
as many times as you like. You're way past slut level already :)
Does that make him a post-post-slut?
How to Write a Query Letter - free from Noah Lukeman via Amazon. It was a nice find on Christmas day! There are other free downloads there, but this was the first I found.
Australia is doing terribly at the MCG. :(
I am unsatisfied with TV, meat, fur, and freaks, however, I love bacon, "The First 48" and " Trauma: Life in the ER." Freaks are the only things I cannot reconcile. Die *.*.
Only a pompous ass quotes himself.
Only a pompous ass quotes himself.
see?
Australia is doing much better at The G.
Zengum will be away for a week or so. Happy new year to all youse guys!
So. I just saw Shawnee...Where in the hell is she now that I'm on the netz?!?
Oh well, she's probably working her butt off now that she's back at work...Yah, this is just like her tho'.
I played the radio game with my brother in the car when I went to see my parents. He liked it. :)
Hi Cic! :)
Are you going to be online tonight? I think me and Homeless Guy are house/dog-sitting at his sister's sweet house tonight...and she needs some computer stuff done so I might be online.
Of course, all the cool people probably have real plans. :)
That little guy who floats around in your tank on a tiny boat will save you!
So I'm in the mall, sitting with my mom while she tries an ice cream from this famous Cold Stone Creamery place she's apparently heard a lot about, and a prostitute walks by. I honestly didn't even notice the hooker, but after she walks right by us, my mom is jabbing me and pointing her way. I had no idea what she was pointing to, because she wouldn't be pointing to that hooker, would she? But she was. I was so confused. Like was she pointing to the tiny skirt, or the fake fur coat? The high heels and fishnets? I really didn't know what the proper response was. She was disappointed in my reaction. You'd think she would be pleased that the hooker didn't even register on my radar.
It was strange, seeing a hooker in broad daylight in a mall. It's right by a big bus hub. I think she was going home. It was the morning, and lots of people cut through the mall.
The roads were just a tiny bit slippery when I left the house today to take the kids to a friend's house to play. Nothing bad, but last time the roads were slick we saw a dozen or so people off the road, watched one persona lose control and take out a mailbox, so my daughter was concerned. We had not gone more than a few miles when I crested a hill just in time to see a volvo smash into an exterra and send it into someone's front yard. Volvo lady gets out of her car holding her chest and indicated to me that she needed help, exterra lady stayed in her car and was screaming bloody murder. So I called 911 and and asked for an ambulance and got volvo lady to sit in my car instead of running around the yard like Mike the headless chicken. Then exterra lady's mom showed up - wtf? How...?
The whole front of the volvo was smashed in, unrecognizable. She had hit the back/side of the exterra, which was coming from the other direction but lost control on a curve and had spun around backwards into her lane. The passenger airbag in the volvo went off, the driver side did not, and the driver complained of chest pain from hitting the steering wheel. Exterra lady had a broken leg/ankle and a severe enough head injury that she didn't recognize her mother.
So, we finally get volvo lady out of my car and get on our way and my daughter says "I knew we were gonna see an accident today, I just didn't think we'd have to sit there so long".
I saw
this and began wondering if it is at all relevant to the airplane/treadmill question. Then I wondered if I should post it, but I decided yes. Obviously.
OK, this is slightly gross, so if you're not into poo stories, you should just move right along now...
As most of you women who've ever been pregnant will probably know from experience, constipation can be an issue off and on right throughout pregnancy.
But fear not! I have found the cure!!!
Just eat McDonalds. Every time I feel a bit blocked up, I go and have a quarter pounder and voila! About two hours later I start cleaning out the pipes nice and easy. Very relieving. :)
I just thought I'd share.
A nurse told me that passing constipated logs was great practice for pushing out the baby. :rolleyes:
This week I started my final internship at a local high school. I'm teaching English I, II, and III to sophomores, juniors and seniors. I am excited yet terrified and generally overwhelmed. I'm currently undergoing a bit of culture shock as the kids at this school are very different to the ones in my high school. At any rate, the ordeal won't leave too much time for the Cellar. I'll be even more of a lurker than usual from here until the end of April.
May 2nd I will be graduating with a B.S. in Secondary English Ed. Woohoo!
A nurse told me that passing constipated logs was great practice for pushing out the baby. :rolleyes:
Yeah, one of them made a similar crack to me too. I think I'd rather shit in peace.
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someone once said to me why be a slut when you can be a whore and get paid for it
Hey Jim...I made you a salad at work today..It's a great mexican dish you should try.:)
LOL :D
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I'm lolling out loud over here
someone once said to me why be a slut when you can be a whore and get paid for it
I thought a prostitute gets paid, a whore doesn't, and a slut could be either one, just more often. At least that's what they told me on the school bus. :blush:
Hahahaha. Cic that's fuckin fantastic! It is, it's bloody brilliant.
I also lolled out loud.
It's been named- santa fe dos huevos caliente...
packing and moving is the worst thing eve invented by anyone...
I was walking out of the front room.
Nothing special - Dad was in there. I think I turned to say something about the cats.
Closed the door behind me.
Not slammed.
Not dramatic - he had the fire on rather than the central heating - something I suggested to bring down their energy costs.
Somehow - BANG!
Got my finger caught between the door and the jamb.
And not bruise central either - it pierced my skin.
Bled through a kitchen towel (paper towel) then a plaster.
After I cooked dinner I saw I was leaking through another plaster.
Below is the result of taking it off.
I only decided it was post-worthy when I started sticking to the mouse.
It's nasty, but shallow. And I am a bleeder.
The light is dim in here (another energy saving move).
I'll take another pic tomorrw. More flap less blood. Grossed out yet?
The first was under normal light, the second under desk light.
I licked it to try to show the full effect.
You're a regular weapon of self-destruction, aren't you?
Ouchies!
We are sorry about ur finger.
AAh...For Jinx. And everyone else who likes the foxes that have an account on myspace:
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&VideoID=47721102Monster - I don't know how I manage to damage so much of myself. Mum says it's because I'm big and I go racing around everywhere. She forgets that I've always done it. And racing around is good, isn't it?
Cic - awwwwwwwwwwww. Too cute.
Monster - I don't know how I manage to damage so much of myself. Mum says it's because I'm big and I go racing around everywhere. She forgets that I've always done it. And racing around is good, isn't it?
Cic - awwwwwwwwwwww. Too cute.
I cn't navigate my house without taking chunks out of myself on a semi-regular basis. We just clumsy honey.
Tis true.
Still, as you can see, my finger's not sorry.
Sundae, that made me col - cackle out loud.
I cn't navigate my house without taking chunks out of myself on a semi-regular basis. We just clumsy honey.
Mom called me "Grace" from time to time...due to various bumps, bruises, cuts. As in "way to go, Grace." :p
oh I'm self-injurious too, although I go more for the spectacular bruise line....
Did I tell you guys how easily amused I really am?!? :D
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I made jim a version of the Cape Cod I am drinking. It's called the cape cock.
I Know Why the Caged Cock Sings
Cic...what is that, duct tape? lmao
I have a coffee mug my ex cow orkers gave me that's made out of chalkboard, and came with chalk. I haven't used it for fear I would forget it's full and try to write "I will not engage the jerk in conversation" 100 times.
It's a chalkboard on a wine glass.
I'm reading 'The Wastelands' which is one of the books in Stephen King's 'Dark Tower' series.
There's a character in the book called Blaine the Mono who happens to be a train who talks.
He reminds me of UG.
I just thought I'd share. :)
Are you suggesting UG has a one-track mind? ;) C'mon, he rarely gets sidetracked, and can express himself clearly. Diesel make it clear: sometimes he rails against things but he is a fare man and if you conductor yourself according to your station there is no need to be afreight of him.
I'm reading 'The Wastelands' which is one of the books in Stephen King's 'Dark Tower' series.
There's a character in the book called Blaine the Mono who happens to be a train who talks.
He reminds me of UG.
I just thought I'd share. :)
Bwahahahahahaha!
Actually I'd have pegged RZ as Blaine, because of his repeated insistence that he was logical and no-one else was.
I don't
quite get it with UG (because outside of politics he is quite personable) but I can see where you're coming from.
Does that also make him Charley the Choo Choo? :)
Are you suggesting UG has a one-track mind? ;) C'mon, he rarely gets sidetracked, and can express himself clearly. Diesel make it clear: sometimes he rails against things but he is a fare man and if you conductor yourself according to your station there is no need to be afreight of him.
Oh yes all those things are true, which is why this particular character reminds me of him. :)
Bwahahahahahaha!
Actually I'd have pegged RZ as Blaine, because of his repeated insistence that he was logical and no-one else was.
I don't quite get it with UG (because outside of politics he is quite personable) but I can see where you're coming from.
Does that also make him Charley the Choo Choo? :)
Yeah...and also 'little Blaine' too. ;)
Shawnee never chatz.......... And I was so looking forward to Friday night chatz with the Shaw.....Oh well.......:)
Today, one of my classes was watching a portion of the 1968 Romeo and Juliet. Towards the middle of the movie, there is a scene with Romeo and Juliet in bed the morning after their wedding night. Because of school rules, we had to do our best to censor the nudity. Romeo's butt was covered by a piece of paper over the projector, as were Juliet's breasts.
My cooperating teacher thought the nudity was over and started to walk away. Juliet made a sudden move and her breasts flashed the screen for maybe a nanosecond.
Suddenly, I had a room full of adolescent boys screaming and whooping, including a young gentleman who chose to yell "I SAW THEM TITTIES!" over and over again at the top of his lungs.
I remember that scene well. My high school English teacher had some old video tape player that was like a reel to reel machine, with the tape on spools. I'd never seen one before and haven't seen one since. Anyway, she was trying to fast forward past the nudity, and was having a difficult time with this antiquated machine, and twice it paused on Juliet's boobs while the teacher frantically tried to get it playing again.
When I censored it for the next two classes, I knew to cover the Juliet quick-flash at the end, having learned from my cooperating teacher's mistake. I imagine many high school English teachers have a similar horror story.
This is only sort of related, but the boy Chocolatl spoke of reminded me of this story:
In Jr Hi literature our assignment was to read a kid's book to the class, as if we were reading to a group of kids.
I had a cool book, due to having a much younger brother.
This one guy apparently either didn't have much choice or just grabbed one. It was about some old lady counting her blessings even when things got rough. Once when the author was relating the blessings, the line went "...and she had her cock to wake her up in the morn."
I kid you not. The boys in my class almost blew snot out their nose trying not to laugh, and Mrs S was not happy with them. Even I was thinking "Come on Mrs S...that's pretty darn funny."
I think you got a sword in your zenarch.. your'e duping.
I think you got a sword in your zenarch.. your'e duping.
As one at the center of the wheel, I shall emote (with images) when and where appropriate. This thread was karmicly incomplete without it.
[OOC: nice ta meet'cha cap'nhowdy :juggle: ]
[OOC:] reminds me of my old rping days *smiles*
Are you suggesting UG has a one-track mind? ;) C'mon, he rarely gets sidetracked, and can express himself clearly. Diesel make it clear: sometimes he rails against things but he is a fare man and if you conductor yourself according to your station there is no need to be afreight of him.
Where the devil
is my stiff blue hat and ticket punch...?
What the hell kinda shit is this? What the hell is the world coming to, when an honest man o' the cloth has to prove he isn't a fucking robot?
And what the hell kind of world spawns assnuggets that run around writing bots, anyway? Fuck. People like that should have their kidneys removed.
Welcome to the Cellar, TGRR.
Do I win a prize for being the most featured Dwellar in the calendar?
Or am I just a whore :(
Oh, no - wait.
Wolf told me it's okay if you don't get paid for it.
Yay!
I received an Evite from a childhood friend whom I haven't seen in many years. Well, truth be told, the last time I saw her was about 9 years ago, but we last emailed, oh, maybe 5 years ago. She and her siblings all happen to be in town on this one weekend so they're having a big BBQ at her parents' house.
The picture at the top of the invitation is her with these funny glasses, a little party blower... and a beard. A real one. Guess she decided to switch from lesbian to full-on transsexual at some point, and figured this was the easiest way to tell all her old friends at once. Which is fine in the grand scheme of things, of course--except that now I feel like if I tell her I can't make it, she's going to think it's because of awkwardness rather than the fact that I've really got a lot of shit to do these days. Meh.
Just send her a razor with your regrets.
Send her a letter/ email about what you are doing and how things are with you.
That way she'll see you aren't snubbing her, and also might understand why you are genuinely busy.
Although do include the line - "I see you have a beard now! Is that the fashion where you live? Goodness, remember when you used to see Bearded Ladies only in freakshows?"
Anyway I came here to moan.
I'm thinking too much about my weight and being on a diet.
It really doesn't help.
I'm thinking about lunch two seconds after I finish breakfast, and yet I have not even changed what I eat for breakfast as it was always healthy. It's not hunger, not at all. The biggest change I have made is not drinking. My diet was really not that bad apart from the 2000 calories per day alcohol. So why the constant stressing about food now?
I'd like to switch off that part of my brain. It's rarely useful, doesn't stop me getting into trouble for example. It just plagues me to death about things I can't change, or will take time, or which shouldn't be over-thought anyway (relationships for example).
Maybe ECT would help?
You'll forget about a lot more things than booze if you have ECT mate. ;)
Why don't you think about a new hobby or something to keep your mind occupied...or just spend more time on the cellar. :)
I think it's because you're thinking about it more. Think about the calories you're not getting from alcohol...that's something. I think when we decide to make a lifestyle change, when it comes to consumables, it seems that it looms before us like an insurmountable mountain.
Remember that it takes time and small steps. I try to remember that too.
You're doing great.
Wise words.
I hadn't actually thought about the fact that I have a lot more time on my hands now, being completely sober every afternoon and night.
That of course gives me time to think and the biggest change is my weight - so that becomes an obsession.
Now I just need to find something else to do!
I might go out and take some more photos today. Exercise and fresh air and gives me something to do when I get back and all that good stuff.
Thursday (when I have some money) I'm going to walk down to the big supermarket (about 2 miles) and walk round there for an hour or so. Of course I'll call my Dad to give me a lift home - too many bags otherwise! But I'm thinking of buying a shopping trolley, so I'll be able to go and get my own stuff from now on.
Saturday I'm going to Bicester on the bus - the slow village service that goes round all the villages I used to live near (and the one I lived in of course). It takes about 1.5 hours, but it's in the countryside I love and missed while I was away. So Saturday is sewn up anyway!
Tomorrow I go to the Job Centre. Wednesday I might dye my hair.
Mum is trying to push me into a volunteer job.
I do want to do one of course. But it's really early days in things like my healthy living plan and also giving up alcohol. My doctor signed me off for six weeks and told me that my main focus should be on myself and working through any current issues before making future plans.
I was happy at the idea of volunteering at one of the local animal shelters, but there are no vacancies on the animal husbandry side at anywhere I can get to. Their main need is for people to foster and/or drivers to collect and drop animals off. I can't do either. I just don't know if I'm ready to go back into facing the public again. Frankly the thought of doing it makes my throat tighten up.
I'll have a look round town today, see what I think. And maybe check the internet this afternoon for volunteering vacancies in the local area, see if somethign sparks my interest.
SG - What you have now given yourself is time. Instead of filling the gaps in your life with alcohol or whatever else. You now have time. The issue is what to do with it. Find something healthy that you enjoy and do it! A lot of it. If its productive - so much the better, but just keeping active & sober is productive in itself. Good luck!
I was curious about a Dagoba (nerd!alert!) lavender-and-blueberry chocolate bar.
I regret it.
Better to know though, right?
I had A Good Day yesterday.
20 mins on the exercise bike.
Then walked into town (a mile) to see my Disability Counsellor, who believes I am making great progress and was very complimentary. Then agreed to volunteer in the book section of the British Heart Foundation shop one day a week. Also got details about a part time job I have now applied for. Went into my bank and sorted out something that I should have sorted out months ago. Walked home.
I feel positively positive this morning.
Well done SG! Keep up the good work.
Have you tried about 2-3000 mgs a day of vitamin D SG?
A good source of Vitamin D is the sunshine. Really.
Remember where I live Capn ;)
Bad news is that the practice called this morning and cancelled my Monday appointment. It's been rescheduled until next Monday. Ah well - I mustn't put too much importance on this - they might not offer me the drug and anyway the bottom line is always going to be what I put in my own mouth.
Not sure where to put this, so "Be post whore" thread it is.
I just learned yesterday from SPIN magazine that Rashida Jones, who plays Karen in the US version of The Office, is the daughter of Quincy Jones.
I don't spend a lot of time following pop culture, but I'm surprised I hadn't heard of that before now. I never would have guessed it, but you can see the similarity.
We started getting SPIN sent to us accidentally around a month ago. Some guy is using his frequent flyer miles to order magazines, I think, but they have the wrong address for him. It's happened a couple times before. In the past we have called to cancel them, but I think we'll keep the free SPIN subscription. He can cancel if he wants.
daughter of Quincy Jones? so that means Peggy Lipton is her mother, right?
daughter of Quincy Jones? so that means Peggy Lipton is her mother, right?
Yes. You are more informed than I was.
In the little interview, she said that one of the times her dad took her to Neverland to visit Michael Jackson when she was a kid, Bubbles the chimp bit her on the hand.
So............How pathetic am I? Go! You have 2 seconds.
Hey, I just back from the bathroom. :lol:
No, but I lost a few minutes of time, bringing me closer to getting the frak out of here! ;)
It's been a tough week. :( I'm stopping at the grocery so I don't have to do a darn thing tomorrow if I don't want to. Last saturday was a special kind of horror.
Ms. Jones' bio on WikiP is very interesting. Graduated from Harvard, etc. Quite an accomplished young lady.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rashida_JonesI have really hard bogeys today.
My hair hurts and my teeth itch this morning.
But the band was great.
I went to bed early and slept in late, and got some much needed sleep. [/oldlady]
I'm going through withdrawals as I have been temporarily taken off Cymbalta by my doctor. Holy Moly this sucks. Once I am clean, I won't take that crap again. Ugg!
Good news / Bad news post:
The cat is still sniffling, but is breathing better and is much happier.
The dog goes into the vet this morning because he seems to have a back problem. He wakes up yelping in pain [very unnerving!] or stops to scream when walking. Being a phlegmatic and forgiving old boy, he'll just drop back off to sleep or continue moving in a few seconds. I, however, am:eek: :unsure:
Good luck with the dog Sweet.
I trimmed my bush today.
And cleared the undergrowth.
Spring is coming!
Shouldn't that be in the NSFW thread, SG?
Meh. That's for pictures.
If anyone thinks I have been doing anything other than gardening, they know enough that I won't be corrupting them.
thinking positive thoughts for your hound dog sweet.
There are too many serious threads in the cellar RFN.
Or rather, there are too few amusing threads.
I know, this is partly my own fault. I haven't started a thread in ages.
Good news / Bad news post:
The cat is still sniffling, but is breathing better and is much happier.
The dog goes into the vet this morning because he seems to have a back problem. He wakes up yelping in pain [very unnerving!] or stops to scream when walking. Being a phlegmatic and forgiving old boy, he'll just drop back off to sleep or continue moving in a few seconds. I, however, am:eek: :unsure:
Does your dog eat bones or other random stuff that he shouldn't eat? Maybe something's stuck in his guts.
I hope he's ok though. It sounds very distressing for both of you.
I just realized I know these guys from an old small forum. lol.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=443eXXys3woLooks like a stage play of Eastwood's "In the Line of Fire".
The dogs are house pets (Cavalier King Charles spaniels) but do get bones, per vet's orders. His back pain is from leaping and falling some time before we got him. Owner used to take him a chiropractor but one does not find canine chiropractors in a small town in Texas. His X-rays were clean and a mild pain med is helping a lot. I'll continue to exercise him to strengthen his muscles, and use massage, pressure, and calming grooming methods to relax him afterward. I wish someone would do the same for me! :)
We just got a Wii Fit. I know it's nice to be nice and all, but he beat my score in one of the events and just as soon as I get this last room swept and dusted I'm going to turn the Wii on and knock him out of the #1 position. But it's all in good sport, no really, I'm not competitive in that way, it just happened when I was, you know, getting fit.:p
just thought i would let everyone know that the reason i have been MIA is cause i was moving i just got internet back since im finally in my new place and ill be sending out my cookies for the cookie exchance within the week...
Yo Wicked!
Nice to see you back.
Ain't moving a bitch?
i hate moving it sucks horrible....the day we were originally set to move in the toilet in the apartment above fucked up and pouring through our light fixtures so we had to wait another week while they dried out our place so we could move in and now we are still in boxes and i JUST HATE MOVING!!! But 515 a month for a two bedroom two bath apartment is awesomE#
I can't believe how cheap rents are in some places in the US. Over here you'd be paying almost that per week in any of the coastal towns (which is pretty much where 90% of the population lives). OK, maybe not $515/week, but it'd be about $400 or there abouts depending on where you go.
sweetwater, are there any doggy swimming pools near you? There's one near us, I'm thinking of checking out prices for Pilau. It's supposed to be brilliant for stuff like arthritis. Maybe it'd help with this too?
sweetwater, are there any doggy swimming pools near you? There's one near us, I'm thinking of checking out prices for Pilau. It's supposed to be brilliant for stuff like arthritis. Maybe it'd help with this too?
There is a good-sized lake 30' outside my door, so yep, there
is water. Only there are zillions of snakes in there, so I don't think we'll go swimming anytime soon! :headshake :headshake :headshake
Though swimming him is a good idea. Maybe I'll fill a tub for the old boy. Thanks!
Why not just get a kiddie/yard pool. My dogs love it.
Just a few minutes ago, our cat Dolly was sleeping on the couch beside me, and must have been dreaming about eating or something because she was chewing her chops in her sleep. On the other side of me, one of the other cats Shadow heard the chewing and woke from his own dreams, sat up and stared intently at her as if to say, 'wtf are you eating and why didn't I get any?'
It was pretty funny. :D In fact so funny I woke her up because I snorted.
I have a video where I was taping Tajjy because she was chasing her tail like a kitten (she'll be 17 in April.) She stopped and acted like she was going to lick herself in an inappropriate place. Though there's no sound you can tell I cracked up because she quickly looks up at me like "what?" After a long moment, she instead licked her ankle, like she realized she was on camera.
I wonder what will come first.
The baby, or my 10,000th post!
With all the time on your hands, prolly the latter.
I had everything planned for a sleep in this morning. Kids lunches made the night before. Dazza set to get the kids up and fed before leaving for work. House tidy so there'd be nothing on my mind to get me up and a warning to all who would consider being rowdy before heading off in their own direction for the day.
This was all ruined by the fact that since I try not to eat after about 5pm in order to avoid atomic indigestion lately, I woke at about 6.30 starving anyway. By 7am I knew I wasn't going to get back to sleep, so I got up and had a bowl of cereal.
I think I'll have a nap soon.
Get your pregnant arse back to bed girlie-girl. We are watching.
Can't I just sit here on the couch and annoy you lot? lol
I get bored in bed by myself...and I don't think I'm supposed to be entertaining myself with company in bed at the moment anyway...worse luck. :(
That depends on whether sitting on the couch actually involves sitting, or if it somehow involves pottering around the house doing stuff?
Nope, mostly just sitting around being a lazy arse. I'm not even getting worked up over the politics and current events threads. ;)
I think TGRR's new user title should be 'fairy princess'.
Oh I don't think he should be banned. lol Besides, didn't UT lose his ban key?
I used to know a bouncer (pub security guy) in Queensland whose bouncer nickname was Princess.
See, he was new at the job, and he told the others that when they called him on the 2-way radios, his name (Josh) just sounded like static. Being a New Zealander, he suggested "can you call me kiwi insted?" to which the head bouncer replied, "nah, ya don't get to choose yer own nickname, princess."
There was a meaningful pause, and the die was cast forever. :D
He just posted a rfn on the grumbling thread. Maybe Lumberjim can work from that.
One other bouncer was named Stamper.
Not so tough, really, on his first night two other bouncers held him in a headlock and stamped all over his face with the door stamp (for re-entry). Hence the name.
And there was one called Muff. Well, she was a female bouncer, whaddaya expect?
ETA: Princess was involved in the team that cleaned up the Cabulture hotel (which Ali may know of). Imagine the movie Roadhouse (which Princess swore was a documentary) with 8 bouncers and about 30 angry patrons who had to be banned and kept out, but without the sexy doctor or evil rich local guy.
They sound like the sort of blokes my ex works with.
You know, we have a lot of issues with security staff at pubs and clubs up here right? lol
Yeah, this guy shared some very interesting stories. I'll post some soon. Should that be a thread, bouncer stories? Whadayareckon?
Oh yeah...I'm sure everyone's got one or two to share. :)
I remember the episode when Bouncer diagnosed Lucy's brain Tumor. And what about the time he saved Madge and Sky?
Our non-profit group just purchased the old (mid-1930's) theater. We explored backstage and the orchestra pit area which has been closed off for decades. Yellowing ledges with receipt amounts from GWTW, etc., and fascinating bits of equipment and whatzits. I can't wait to go back in with a camera!
Our non-profit group just purchased the old (mid-1930's) theater. We explored backstage and the orchestra pit area which has been closed off for decades. Yellowing ledges with receipt amounts from GWTW, etc., and fascinating bits of equipment and whatzits. I can't wait to go back in with a camera!
Make sure you post the pix here if it's cool back there.
Oh! that sounds frikkin awesome sweet! Lots of pix. Pixs of pix.
If I get some decent pix, I'll post them here or at least link them, but I sure wish I could afford to bring some of the better photographers from this site in to do the work. :)
I think TGRR's new user title should be 'fairy princess'.
or Twinkle Toes.
As of this post, I'll need 88 more posts to get to 10,000 posts before next Tuesday. The cellar might be down on Thursday and it's Tuesday here already. I doubt I'll post anything much after Friday, so that gives me only today, tomorrow and Friday to make almost 90 posts!
30 posts a day. Can you all deal with that much shit? I suspect some of you are rolling your eyes if you're reading this. Oh well, suffer in your jocks. :)
My posts are being erased from the lumbernet. Ghey.
Sometimes when I think of the word 'plolitics' I change the letters around and say 'potilics' instead.
It makes me smile.
So, ahh, how often do you think of the word "plolitics"? :D
Shit...didn't even notice the typo there. lol Makes more sense if you take out the first 'l'.
I like "Plot o' Licks" - kinda makes sense, since we take plenty o' licks from 'em.
[FONT="Georgia"][SIZE="5"][COLOR="Teal"]. . .and I LOVE it![/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]We'll be in the old theater [#1171] on Saturday to begin cataloging the stuff. Camera charged up, as am I.
yellow and purple is a disturbing combination to me. But then again, so is purple and yellow. Neh... it's just me.
I should be leaving for my date right now. I'm going to be late.
I am stalling. TOTALLY STALLING. I texted my friend Sean and he texted back "he might have a really yummy wiener!".
Thanks, Sean.
The last guy I dated... wait, actually that was Sean. The guy before that turned out to be a Libertarian. I probably don't have to tell you how THAT went.
OH I just posted about it in another thread! But I'll post about it here anyway.
First thing, I showed up five minutes late and he was at the bar trying to order drinks... I know this bar but I didn't tell him he was standing in the wrong place, and then when I showed up the bartender came right over which made him think I'm there ALL the time, which I'm not, they just know me because I've been in the neighborhood for so long and I live across the street from the original bar owner who is now retired. Anyway, he was really cute... REALLY cute, a lot hotter than he looked in his pics, which were pretty hot. Also, super weird and neurotic, which I actually like a lot. He is a complete motherfucking talky son of a bitch, though; holy shit that guy can talk. Luckily for me, he is really good at engaging other people and talking to them, so I didn't bear the sole burden for conversation. He seems to think I'm a good conversationalist, but I seriously can't deal with that much talking! However, he was much more interesting/personable than I was anticipating based on our phone conversation, though he is clearly still processing his last relationship, hard. That's OK because my husband just moved out in August and I'm pretty much in love with my best friend, so I have a lot of processing to do as well.
He presents himself as a complete mess but this may be a bit disingenuous, as he owns a house and a warehouse/artspace in Milwaukee, and is rather plainly in a bad way to settle down. I am a settling-down kind of girl, but maybe not yet, or with him, so this may require negotiation. I settled down before, look where that got me, right?
All in all, a good date. I stayed out until two, which is holy fuck well past my bedtime. I'm shivering from being so tired! He was a good kisser, though (to be honest) not as good as the last two guys I dated, which is OK because both of them are honestly among my top 5 of best kissers ever.
NIGHT SUCCESSFUL
TIKI VERY TIRED
NIGHT GUISE.
I'm blonde again.
Will post a pic, maybe tomorrow.
Mum will have a FIT.
But it's her fault.
We met her cousin last weekend (no surprise, he agreed to help us clear out my lat Great Aunt's garage). He said he remembered me from the funeral (I gave a eulogy) but didn't recognise me. I queried this with Mum, as I am about the same weight. She reminded me I had apricot hair at that time. And she said she liked it.
So there.
Colour stripping has left it blondish. Blonde dye to follow. Then flamingo pink. Seriously.
Ha.
I LOVE the flamingo pink idea! I want a blazing blue wig but only b/c with my complexion I can't pull off the pink.
can't wait for pics!
I just got back from the post office (lazy, lazy postman didn't ring the bell this morning, so I had to go & collect it). Turns out I bought Rose Red, not Flamingo Pink. Huh.
I'm still going to put it on though. Who knows, I might even prefer it. It does look a very pinky red after all.
I'm not sure I can pull it off with my complexion either.
But it will be funny to make Mum foam at the mouth anyway.
Ha - I might wait with my Mum the day before my sister's birthday (she works at the school just up the road from us). She'll froth at the mouth too ;)
Hair in bleach at present, getting a little blonder in readiness.
When did I get smelly feet?
Ive never had smelly feet...Im sooo getting old and passed my use by, nobody's gonna want me now age is catching up and I have smelly feet.
My friend has REALLY smelly feet, and she's only 19. So me thinks it has nothing to do with age.
OH and don't wear shoes without socks. I did that once and my feet smelled horrrrrible. :greenface
I wear heels all day, mainly open toed heels and have done for years....all of a sudden...smelly feet.
I wear heels all day, mainly open toed heels and have done for years....all of a sudden...smelly feet.
That's a sure sign of sex deprivation.
Is anyone plotting an April Fools trick for anyone?
So I was out trimming the hugely overgrown bushes in the front yard today--no, that's not a euphemism--and as I was starting on the third overgrown monster I realized there were bees all around it. At any given moment I could easily see 50 of them. (This is a really tall bush/shrub thing, probably 12 feet tall and 10 feet in diameter, and it has little white blooms of some sort on it.) Does this many bees mean there's a hive somewhere close by? Do I need to do anything about it, beyond trimming the stupid thing back in the evening when the bees aren't out?
May well be a hive nearby. Though they will travel quite a way.
It may be worth a phone call to your local apiarist society. They can probably advise you over the phone.
Apparently, your local Agriculture Agent will know of local bee keepers who can advise on potential hives. The page I looked at said tol ook in your blue pages. It's probably worth it, just in case there's a queen setting up a new hive.
I find the pentatonic a tonic
I thought I'd post an update on what's been happening at my house lately since at least one poster has noticed my lack of attention to the cellar. lol
Obviously, it's all because of Max! Newborns do tend to be pretty demanding that's for sure. He's a pretty good natured baby though. Isn't very fractious at all and generally settles pretty well. We're into a four hourly feeding routine now which is great, although there are some variations due to the minor reflux and subsequent hurls we have every now and then. On that note, I get great amusement from the fact that he seems to like spewing on his father. I think his father might need to spend a bit more time burping him. lol He'll learn...or forever smell like sour milk.
With regard to the feeding, Max is now on formula. My milk never came in despite doing everything possible to encourage it. He did breast feed for the first week, so he got all that lovely colostrum which is so important.
Aden and Mav are totally enamoured of him and cuddle him at every opportunity. They're really doing such a brilliant job of being big brothers and have injected themselves into his routine and care with great gusto. They make me so proud. I find myself misting up several times daily when I watch them together caring for their little baby brother.
So all in all, things are going well. I don't know what I've done to deserve such joy. :)
Aden and Mav are totally enamored of him and cuddle him at every opportunity. They're really doing such a brilliant job of being big brothers and have injected themselves into his routine and care with great gusto. They make me so proud. I find myself misting up several times daily when I watch them together caring for their little baby brother.
pssst - they are just buttering him up - soon they'll blame everything on him ;)
Srsly though - thats great to hear. Glad all is well.
I almost teared up just reading about your older sons and their baby brother. How very sweet. :)
Why is it that women called Joy are generally anything but?
I frequent other boards......... I have extracted a statement from one such place, to point out that this is probably the most pathetic line I have heard in the history of my internet surfing, and board perusing. I have edited out the names to protect the flaming retard.
"L" is not a real Racist, despite "A's" post to the contrary, touting him as "the real thing" in regards to the subject. I deserve that accolade a thousand times more than "L".
In case you think it is a matter of context or is in a sarcastic vein, do not fear. It was posted in all seriousness. I am so confounded by this outrageous stupidity that I could smack myself in the face.
*Rant*
I frequent other boards......... I have extracted a statement from one such place, to point out that this is probably the most pathetic line I have heard in the history of my internet surfing, and board perusing. I have edited out the names to protect the flaming retard.
"L" is not a real Racist, despite "A's" post to the contrary, touting him as "the real thing" in regards to the subject. I deserve that accolade a thousand times more than "L".
In case you think it is a matter of context or is in a sarcastic vein, do not fear. It was posted in all seriousness. I am so confounded by this outrageous stupidity that I could smack myself in the face.
*Rant*
:lol: that is, frankly, both amazing and tagline-worthy.
After only one cup of coffee I have thought of a good way to thwart the Somali pirates - have Captain Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger drive the ships. Now I'll have another cup while I solve another problem in the world.
So today I decided to try to work out my heartbreak by writing a series of poems I'm calling "99 Laments for Grendelmouse"
The idea being that each time I find myself weeping over a memory of him, I will write the scene in poem form, four stanzas per poem, four lines per stanza, and by the time I get to 99 I will either be over him, or at the very least I'll have a whole bunch of poems to show for it.
Oh I like that plan Tiki. What a marvellous idea. It's a great way to work out your feelings on stuff I find, poetry. it's weird really, because it's probably a more intimate exploration of your feelings than just experiencing them, but at the same time it's got that slightly mechanistic aspect that gives just that little distance, lets you experience it at one remove.
If your prose poem was anything to go by, I suspect you'll end up with some fine work.
I like to write them a letter saying anything I want to, and then burn it. (safely)
It's incredible what I find on the paper, as I end up with notions I did not even know were floating around in the brain.
I like to write the poetry as well. But my letters usually end up being more direct. When I let the letters sit in a notebook, and don't burn them I know I am not even ready to let it go. I unintentionally dilude myself a lot so it does serve as a mental hint on my progress, or lack thereof. I like to push the process before it's time. There is a recipie I use to detect my own bullshit. It's letter writing, and my actions from there.
:)
but
might not concerns consigned to ash
sometimes be dispersed
when voiced and questioned face to face?
might not the hurts be found unfounded
and brave honesty
allow one
sometimes
to trade away tears for embrace?
but
might not concerns consigned to ash
sometimes be dispersed
when voiced and questioned face to face?
might not the hurts be found unfounded
and brave honesty
allow one
sometimes
to trade away tears for embrace?
Nice impromptu poem....:D
Yes, I would love to have that chance, if I am reading this right. But it is impossible.....
I wish.
got out of the house today for a bit; wow, there's a whole world out there! Am wiped now, gotta nap!
--snip
"L" is not a real Racist, despite "A's" post to the contrary, touting him as "the real thing" in regards to the subject. I deserve that accolade a thousand times more than "L".
--snip
What L is trying to say: "I'm purer."
It is context that makes it come out "I'm stupider." or "I'm braver." or "I'm better."
The slap myself crack earns +1.
As you say, Cicero... "I wish".
In the meantime, the poems are the best form of expression I have.
If wishes were fishes... :P
Thought I'd post pictures for the curious. :sniff: Full story
here.
Wow. Thats some feckin dent.
Dayum! What was he driving?
I have a small complaint I'd like to make real quick:
I cannot seem to make sense on any of my calls. Its like the sentence I form in my head comes out all jumbled. My customers must think I'm crazy. The other techs are getting a laugh tho...
Whoa! That's not a dent, that's major damage. Glad you're OK. :thumb:
[SIZE="7"][COLOR="Red"]WHIPLASH![/COLOR][/SIZE]:eek:
Dayum! What was he driving?
Some enormous Dodge pick-up truck. The "dent" where my license plate is was parallel with his bumper.
Daym Choco !!! That aint no Dent !!
1) got to the dr to get checked out , just BECAUSE !!
2) Go the Insurence rout , call dudes Company , they will deal with it ,
I promise I'm okay!
Insurance has definitely been called. Our guy is coming to look at it on Monday, and they will be the ones to chase after the other guy's insurance so that we don't have to deal with it.
Guess you didn't have any bodies in the trunk to worry about being discovered...or illegal [COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]pharmaceuticals[/FONT][/COLOR]...:joint:
I just upped my estimate to $5000
I'm making chicken and vege pies for dinner tonight and they're in the oven cooking now. Gee they smell good. :)
I just upped my estimate to $5000
I'll see your 5 and raise you one.:rolleyes:
gah! even the post-whore comments are too scintillating for my brain before coffee.
I've been pleased with the story line for
Chuck over the last half dozen episodes or so. It had stagnated at the beginning of this season, with boiler plate episodes, and I was considering dropping it, but the writers are really moving the plot forward. It's a fun show again.
gah! even the post-whore comments are too scintillating for my brain before coffee.
Is that, like, the opposite of "pre-whore?" :p
Dayum! What was he driving?
I have a small complaint I'd like to make real quick:
I cannot seem to make sense on any of my calls. Its like the sentence I form in my head comes out all jumbled. My customers must think I'm crazy. The other techs are getting a laugh tho...
Me too! I'm calling to invite potential clients to a seminar tomorrow night, but who'd wanna invest with someone as stupid sounding as me? Think I'd better take a breather before I settle in for more rejection.
This morning I was sitting with an Rx bottle in one hand, other holding the phone as I was ordering a refill from the pharmacy. A spider with a body about the size of my fingernail and legs all bent and spidery danced onto my wrist & growled* at me. After my little freak-out, it disappeared. I have showered, changed clothes, etc., but I can still feel it in my hair, crawling over my ankle, etc., and see it out of the corner of my eye preparing to spring at me from every surface.:thepain:
*Well, it sure seemed like it growled!
I reckon most governments must be happy about swine flu. It really seems to be taking the attention of the media well and truly away from the financial crisis.
What I am now 99% certain is the tail end of a snake's discarded skin is sticking out from under a large mass of cement. I can see about 8" of it. I don't know if the remaining bunches of inches of the snake skin are empty of live snake, or not. I need to borrow someone's boychild, maybe 8 to 12 years old to gently pull on the tail skin and see what happens. Anyone?
I am required by law to fill out a thick questionnaire the Census bureau sent to us today. It's the "American Community Survey." 28 pages long. There are 48 questions for each of the members of the household. And the questions have subquestions, sometimes up to a dozen or so. Interesting.
How did they select you? How can they require that sort of thing?
Ali you don't get it, if no one survives the crisis is solved. :)
How did they select you? How can they require that sort of thing?
They claim my household was selected at random, and while there is supposedly a law saying I have to fill it out, I wonder if it has any teeth.
It asks for things like how many people live here, number of rooms in the house, plumbing, utility bills in previous year, and even my income. It will take a while to fill out if I have to look up all that stuff.
I'll fill it out though. I'm usually pretty obedient that way. Besides, they use it to allocate resources, so in theory, it's important that I get counted so the schools and stuff get federal money.
Not sure what thread to put this in, but my mom just emailed me to tell me that she has made contact with my long-lost brother, who she gave up at birth. He lives a few miles away and his name is Bob.
Wow. That's huge Tiki. How'd you feel about that?
you put that in its own thread.
wow.
Yah. Definately thread worthy.
*grins* I brought a lump to mums throat. She heard my Three Musketeers poem and loved it. When I read it to her, she remembered the time I'd had in mind, when we went alien hunting in the middle of the night. Ended up having a delightful hour reminding each other of different things we'd done. Like when we went looking for witches up on Pendle Hill. And getting lost along the lanes round Barrow Bridge and Rivington Pike. *chuckles* Our Kid doing the navigating, and mum gripping the little mini's steering wheel with white knuckles. It was her first car, she'd only learned to drive in her 30s. She'd have been a little younger than I am now. Me in the back of the car with first the one westie then a little later on a second dog was added to the team.
Oh it used to be so exciting. We'd go off, bundled up in our coats with flasks of hot tea. The moon high and bright. Trying to be quiet as we left the house and got into the car, whispering our laughter and giggles. Martin scaring me with witch stories.
There are times I miss those days with a physical force. That little mini-clubman estate, with its rust and its rattle, and the dogs barking at nothing; and mum and martin arguing about which turn to take, and me talking (always talking, I never shut up as a kid), leaning forward in my seat. The tea from the flask, so hot it burned your throat, but in a good way, a satisfying way. That's home. That feeling. Those moments.
They claim my household was selected at random, and while there is supposedly a law saying I have to fill it out, I wonder if it has any teeth.
It asks for things like how many people live here, number of rooms in the house, plumbing, utility bills in previous year, and even my income. It will take a while to fill out if I have to look up all that stuff.
I'll fill it out though. I'm usually pretty obedient that way. Besides, they use it to allocate resources, so in theory, it's important that I get counted so the schools and stuff get federal money.
I got one of those a few years back.
I said no.
They said I must.
I said make me.
They said it's the law.
I said stuff it.
The regional supervisor said I must.
I said bring it on.
Haven't heard any more.
Don't you see, they need that information, because they sell it.
Now, you could start your own information company and go around asking people these questions. But that would be terribly expensive! Much easier to start with a government entity that already has regional supervisors.
Isn't it going to be more expensive for the government entity? But of course! But they sell that information, so --
Just fill it out like a good citizen.
I caught myself as I was drifting off for my afternoon nap trying to scroll down through the thoughts in my head.
I think that's a bad sign!
I think that's a sign of the times. ;)
oh come on...... tire thread, feeling flat, need to sit down......pun chair
Now I'm just deflated.
(or is everybody still just speechless with awe?)
:p
Your auto warranty is about to expire. This is your final notice until the next final notice in two days.
This seems like a good spot to put my
4000th post.
Thank you, may i have another?
What is the cellar monkey doing with its hands?
What's beeping? It's freakin 2 am.
For a South American twist on your hot dog, try it with mayonnaise and avocado paste. (Plain guacamole will do, too.) :yum: Just had one of these for the first time in about twelve years. Delicious!
Yesterday I made a Chocolate Peppermint cake which is basically a light chocolate cake with a pepermint creme layer then chocolate icing on top. The problem is that the amount of peppermint creme the recipe calls for is about twice as much as you need. It actually made the cake 'sink' in the middle from the weight, but I didn't notice that till it was cut, so now there's a massive wedge of the creme which makes for a very rich cake.
Lucky it tastes nice. :)
Sounds yummy Ali!
I totally missed the fact that I'd reached 1,000 posts! Yea me!
I just think you all should know that the crop of crimson grapes this season over here is the best ever. They're sweet and firm and just a burst of flavour sensation in your mouth. You should all be jealous you're not eating what I'm eating. :)
Well, maybe next autumn you will have some good ones too. :)
Last week, I made microwave popcorn (butter flavour).
Now every time I use my microwave I can smell the fakey butter smell.
:vomit:
I'm procrastinating and I'm bored. post more stuff.
that is all
come over to the "darkside" monnie - delve into the politics forum :eek:
sheesh, do i have to do everything myself....
"more stuff" :rolleyes:
:p
Mum dropped a horrid bombshell the other day.
My CPN Heidi was coming round, and five minutes before she was due to arrive, Mum started saying, "You have to ask her about moving out..." and went on to say the things I should tell Heidi. That she never intended to be my carer, that she was getting no support, that she didn't get paid for it, she was a pensioner and already had her father to look after and that I needed a place of my own, that it was driving a wedge between us.
Knocked me on my arse I have to tell you.
When Heidi arrived I was struggling not to cry. Luckily she just accepted it was a bad day and we got through the appointment. She also followed up on a couple of things for me like getting Mum a carer's assessment and getting the welfare team on my case to see if I am claiming what I am entitled to.
Mum later backtracked, saying that it wasn't necessarily how she felt, she was just suggesting what I should say so that I could get a place of my own. That was no real consolation, it was the first time she'd given me any indication she wanted me out and it was all said in a very brutal way. Even afterwards, when I explained that if she technically threw me out (to enable me to get housing) I would initially only be housed in a room, as there is a shortage of affordable housing. Mum said, "Well that would be a start, you could always have an "episode" and get yourself moved up the list." I said, "Mum, if I end up living in a room, the way things are at the moment, I wouldn't have the pretend to have an episode." She backed off a bit then. I think she honestly forgets sometimes that I'm having a tough time. I strongly suspect that if I was moved into a welfare B&B, on my own - without Diz for a start - I'd be drinking within 48 hours. Pessimistic, but realistic.
Anyway.
The Council's new system for applying for housing went live online on Thursday. I put my application in for 3 properties. I am in the lowest band priority, "no assessed housing need". One property received 47 applications, the others 60 and 75. Feedback will be posted over the next couple of weeks to say what band the people being offered housing fell into. I suspect it will not be Band D. Okay, so unless I can get a doctor to assess me as being in need of housing, we will have to go down the route of me being made homeless.
There is an alternative, which I looked into today.
I can rent from a private landlord and get my rent paid for me, up to a maximum amount - and the smaller 1 bedroom flats in this area fall into that budget. But it would rely on someone (probably Grandad, who has offered) paying the administration charge, the set-up fee and the desposit. About £1000 all told. And my bro would have to be a guarantor - they have to be a current wage earner.
Mum seems to think that might be more feasible, and after all, some of the places available are very close to here, although that seems to be less of a concern to her.
I've put this in post whore because I don't know how I feel about it.
The idea of moving out and being responsible for myself is terrifying.
For example last night I couldn't sleep. More than usual I mean - I was crying until 03.30. In the end I got up at 04.30 and went to watch the sun come up on a local bridge. I'd have taken pics but my battery ran out (doh!) Even then I couldn't stop crying and had to sit and read in a little park until 06.00.
I couldn't handle that if I was on my own. It's the routine here that is keeping me on track, sober and to a normal schedule.
But on the other hand, Mum is definitely behind a lot of the problems I have.
she's uber-stressed at the moment and it's all coming out. Nothing Dad can do is right and she's so angry all the time. She snaps and snarls and bites.
I said - sadly - to my brother the other day that if she was a dog you would have to muzzle her, because you'd be terrified.
Living with her is never going to help me be a fully functioning member of society again. I spend half the time with my earplugs in and the other half in a rage myself.
So a place of my own would be wonderful.
I could be an adult again.
I'd be away from Mum's negativity and spite.
But I'd be reliant on more benefits.
I'd be away from the only people who really love me.
I might fail.
And after all, all the sheer hassle of getting a place, paperwork, moving etc fills me with bleak despair.
Am hoping a good night's sleep - please! - might help me feel calmer tomorrow.
Sorry things are so tough right now, SG. I know you'll make it work one way or another, you're a strong lady.
Oh honey. Difficult time. Getting a private flat sounds a good idea to me; especially if you are fairly local to your mum and dad. The increased reliance on benefits....well, yeah, but we all have to rely on something. Right now your job is rebuilding the confident you that'll eventually not be on benefits. Try not to future pace the move too much. When you start thinking about everything that's involved try and rein it back to just the next steps. The you that's there in x weeks time would be the one to deal with all that. All you have to take care of are the steps right ahead of you. And that includes if the next step is to not move yet.
You'll rise to it, when you need to.
I'm a phone call away if you ever need a chat/shoulder/soundingboard.
:comfort:
I've been keeping my mouth shut about this but here goes: I think you would be better off not living with your parents. True they are providing some structure, but also a lot of tension, negativity, undermining:
"when you drink it makes us not like you".
"here's five minutes notice to tell your CPN that we want you out"
etc etc.
These are just the examples that spring to mind. There have been plenty more.
The relief of getting your OWN SPACE will be enormous. I think you've gotten so used to this environment that you don't realise how much it is harming you.
Yes, getting a new place will be a hassle. You CAN budget and stick to a budget, you've shown that. You've shown you can work, although the job market right now is probably tight. While I disapprove of your parent's way of raising the subject, I think gently easing you into your own place is the thing to do. And for that, I think your friends can help.
So, where was that other thread? Oh yeah,
http://cellar.org/showthread.php?t=20400sundae - you know how much I admire you and how you inspire me to do better with lots of things, drinking being one of them. YOU have DISIPLINE! I admire that. I will help any way that I can. I agree with Zen here. Getting your own space will be lovely and then you can go visit your folks on YOUR terms.
Was a good thing to step back to the family home for a little while Cherry. Did you good. But you've outgrown them again (imo) and seem ready, even if you don't necessarily feel it right now, to re-establish yourself in the world.
But don;t put yourself under mad pressure either. You'll get out from under it in your own time. You're already moving forward whether you realise it or not. Be kind to yourself. You're doing brilliantly.
I'm not sure how or if I should say this, so I'll just be blunt. Weren't you in a very similar situation before you went to live with your guy friend. The one that was going to help you and pay rent till you got back on your feet? then you went to 2 (I think) other places after that before moving in with your parents. Granted he was an idiot.
Perhaps all you need is a place of your own without roomies. If so do not read anymore of this post.
Perhaps your mother is right. I don't know - All I have to go on is what has been posted here. Perhaps your mum, has a real poor communication style, but the biggest heart in the world.
Perhaps she was only trying to help you get a little more cash each month to offset the bills.
Mum later backtracked, saying that it wasn't necessarily how she felt, she was just suggesting what I should say so that I could get a place of my own.
If you stop here and take out the inferred part that you wrote after this, I agree with her. If your goal is to eventually get a job, a place of your own and to become self sufficient...I think she is spot on.
There is no doubt that your mom loves you! Look at all the pics and the video you've posted here. Remember the christmas carol or more recently the walk you all just took? The video of your parents home... there are many. She only wants the best for you and you know that.
As far as the "situation" at home... Hell my parents have been married over 50 years and they "argue" all the time. Part of what you may be seeing while living there is reality, not the fantasy world we all hope exists. People are flawed creatures - all of us. So your parents bitch and complain - they're entitled. I think you may take it a lot harder than they do. Shit, they may not even see it that way.
I think she honestly forgets sometimes that I'm having a tough time.
She really cannot understand - you'll have to remind her repeatedly 5, 10, 15 times a day - till she gets it. Just go up to her and just give her a hug and tell her "I love you, thanks for everything you & dad are doing for me."
I strongly suspect that if I was moved into a welfare B&B, on my own - without Diz for a start - I'd be drinking within 48 hours. Pessimistic, but realistic.
maybe not 48 hours, but I agree with you, you need more time. You are making great progress, do not lose sight of that.
For all that you can do and the talents, intellect, experience you have.... you also have a disease and you are not in control of it yet.
Please know that I am trying to help. I think I may have more than worn out my welcome on this, I'll shut up now.
But don;t put yourself under mad pressure either. You'll get out from under it in your own time. You're already moving forward whether you realise it or not. Be kind to yourself. You're doing brilliantly.
This is so true, it bears another go round!
Sundae - LOOK at how far you've come! Everyday you don't succumb to demon rum is a freaking victory - everyday you GET UP out of bed is a victory! Dana is spot on the money - do not put yourself under mad pressure. No good decisions come from it, believe me. Slow and steady wins the prize and you ARE doing brilliantly. You are smiling now and again.
Moms do tend to have so much power over our feelings and I don't think they half realize it. I can recall things my mom or dad (or even sibs) said to me years ago that still sting. They said it most off-handedly and I'm sure they've no idea I still think about their words.
Love you, honey. You will survive this, you will thrive. You are one of the most intelligent people I know - and kind as doves.
Hearts and flowers to you, Sundae. You are a good soul in an iffy world.
I burnt my arm on the oven today, and yesterday I slipped over on the tiles outside our door and now have a sore back and a bruised knee and elbow. Max woke up a few times last night so on top of all that, I'm tired.
The good news is that the mud cakes I was baking have turned out very well.
I'm making a three tiered cake for my friends 40th birthday on Saturday. I'll post pics for those who are interested, when it's all done.
My uncle died the night before last. We will go to his funeral on Saturday also. :(
It's ok. The burn will heal. My back will be fine, as will my knee and elbow, and my uncle was really old and he's at peace now.
Thanks for your thoughts though capn. You're very kind.
@ S.G. Maybe you can find a room for rent, or even in trade for being a nanny or an elder care live in.
If I was there or you here I would make room for you any day.
There is a way out of this. I know you'll find the way.
peace
@ Ali, I am glad you weren't hurt any more than you were. Ouchie!
Sorry to hear about your uncle passing. Hopefully he is at peace.
@SG- I'm sorry you're goin through this tough time love.
Do not be pessimistic, you can make it through and succeed! I'm sorry I can't help more directly, but find a focus and stick to it. If its routine you need, then stick to that. At 8 wake up, eat breakfast, 815 take a shower, 845, pick up the newspaper, ect ect ect. If you get an apt near your parent's flat, mebbe you can still go over their frequently and make dinner. I know at some point you said you were enjoying doing that, so keep doin it. If you can find a job, even a low paying one and stick to one schedule there, that might be a great help. If thats not possible, find a volunteer position.
Right now I'm suffering because I only work part-time, and my college classes just ended 3weeks ago...I'm seriously at a loss with myself and can feel the depression creeping in. That's where my advice comes from.
I hope you find an apartment and get to enjoy the freedom of living on your own. *Big hugs*
Weren't you in a very similar situation before you went to live with your guy friend. Perhaps all you need is a place of your own without roomies.
Yes and no. I reached the Holy Grail of living alone in Leicester. I've posted photos of how that ended up. And Dana could certainly testify, although she's too good to.
Perhaps your mum, has a real poor communication style, but the biggest heart in the world. If you stop here and take out the inferred part that you wrote after this, I agree with her. If your goal is to eventually get a job, a place of your own and to become self sufficient...I think she is spot on.
There is no doubt that your mom loves you! Look at all the pics and the video you've posted here. Remember the christmas carol or more recently the walk you all just took? The video of your parents home... there are many. She only wants the best for you and you know that.
My Mum does love me. I am fully aware of this on an intellectual level. I don't feel loved on an emotioanl level though. I'm not whining, that's how it is. She's not someone I can confide in, trust, or believe that she will ever take my side. That's the way it is, but I certainly love her back.
As far as the "situation" at home... Hell my parents have been married over 50 years and they "argue" all the time. Part of what you may be seeing while living there is reality, not the fantasy world we all hope exists.
I won't give you details of their relationship, it's not fair on either of them. Suffice to say, if either were simply my friend I would be advising them to leave. It's not normal couple bickering, it's nasty put-downs, suppressed anger and point scoring. It's NOT constant. But right now she is stressed about her Aunt's house-sale, and it is very evident. I genuinely believe this is why she brought up me moving out. Yes, it is her right and yes it has to happen at some point. But the coincidence is she brought it up for the first time on a day she'd had bad news re the house sale and had had to call all her Aunts and Uncles to say there was a problem with it.
you'll have to remind her repeatedly 5, 10, 15 times a day - till she gets it. Just go up to her and just give her a hug and tell her "I love you, thanks for everything you & dad are doing for me."
If I did that even once a week she'd keep me at arm's length. Her immediate response would be. "Well that's all very well, but words don't mean anything... I want you to think about that when you are drinking" Being too emotional, too effusive, too open = fale, showing off, showing yourself up according to Mum. Yup, that works about as well as you'd expect with a daughter who wears her heart on her sleeve and likes to express herself.
Please know that I am trying to help.
I know. Which is why I wanted to respond. When people take the time to address with with me I think it's polite to reply. Sorry if it means I come across really negative. I don't mean to. My Mum runs a really organised house. It's what I needed when I moved back. She cleans, irons, organises, looks after friends, remembers anniversaries and special days. She's honest, dependable and generally kind. And I do love her, and most of the time I really enjoy her company.
Moms do tend to have so much power over our feelings and I don't think they half realize it. I can recall things my mom or dad (or even sibs) said to me years ago that still sting. They said it most off-handedly and I'm sure they've no idea I still think about their words.
You get it 100% Thank you. I hope therapy can help me stop blaming other people for the way I let them affect me, and allow me to feel the good rather than the hurt.
My uncle died the night before last.
Sorry darling. I lost my Great Aunt over a year ago now, but I still mourn the fact she is no longer part of my family landscape.
Clod, Dani, Sky & MoreThan, thanks for your kind words.
Dorothy had is wrong. There was no need to go to Oz, she should've just got her pretty feet down the Cellar. There's no place like it.
So, why are you invisible people hiding?
Huh??? HUH??? HUUUUH??????
Ali, dem merkins goes to sleepies about now.
No, I was talking about how there were 8 people online before, but only two were on visible mode. The rest have all ticked the 'invisible' box in their profile. ;)
We just had a thunder/lightening storm with hail the size of marbles. The kids were out trying to catch them.
Shit weather here, and still too sunburned from Sunday to work out... think I'll stay home and eat (tacos) all day.
I use my-cast.com to look at the moving radar on days like this. Radar is showing individual, quick-moving cells of really violent T-storms this afternoon. I can see where it went through your area at 14:30-14:40.
And oh look, there's one headed right for me! But it looks like it's breaking up.
Ooh, a really nasty cell hit just south of Gap, PA and west of Cochranville.
A lot of those Amish folks are going to be without electricity for a while.
Hey, where are all our storms? :mad:
I love storms, I want storms...send them this way.
How about I just send you the water in my basement? grr
I don't know where I'd put it, I don't have a basement! ;)
We had a really loud one come in right on top of us just before 6 this morning. Lights flickered a few times, but the power stayed on. I normally jump in the shower at 6:15, but this morning I waited for the storm to pass and did my routine in reverse. Lightning storms are much more effective at getting me out of bed than the alarm, if only because they bring the kids into the room. Woke them up an hour before normal, so they had all the time in the world to get ready for school.
We had a loud one earlier too glatt... maybe around the same time. Thunder woke me up and I wondered if I was hearing hail bounce off my ac but didn't care enough to check it out...
Glatt, I started reading your post before backtracking and seeing the storm drift.
I thought you were referring to farts at first...
yeah, well, I don't talk about it much but...
...has brief Elton John flashback.....
yup - Had a feeling that was gonna happen.
Looks like they're gone. We can stop talking about porridge now. :)
The more things change:
Since when was it that if you don't have your toenails painted some garish red color (that looks like you got your foot stuck in the door and your toes are bleeding) you aren't even a woman? Who decided that, and when?
The more they stay the same:
I just passed a girl who was wearing a dress that looked exactly like the ones my friends and I picked out for competition for our "9 Girl Ensemble" junior year of choir. I had hoped we had left the 80s in the 80s but I guess not. ;)
The 80's fashions are makin a strong comeback in the clubs. Thin ties/wide ties. The glam & glitter...
The goddam asymmetrical hair. Blech!
Toenail painting is what separates the girls from the women.
I once described my teen love-rival (I was early twenties and should have known better) as all chewing gum and brightly-painted toenails. It made my colleague squeal with bitchy delight.
It's mandatory if you join a summer pool. mine are purple. the first painting of the season is a joyful occasion
Sometimes I'll paint them a pale pink...but 35-40 bucks for a pedicure when I'm going to be stomping around barefoot every chance i get in the summer (AND swimming) is not going to happen.
I've had people poo poo me: Oh My GAWWWDDDD, how can you not get a pedicure?
The waste of money, for one thing, for something that wasn't important until like, yesterday's fashion headlines reared their ugly by-lines.
But, I'm an unmade bed of a woman.
No, darlin.
If someone disses you because you haven't had a pedicure that bitch needs a dose of reality. And a kick in the cunt.
I have never had one in my life.
I don't have perfect feet by any means. But I paint my toenails because I think they look nicer in Barbie Slut Pink than unadorned. If you choose not to that's fine.
Challenge anyone who comments on your toenails to a drinking competition.
That'll show them where your money is invested. And they won't bother you again after you've seen them singing Spice Girls' songs with their knickers on their heads.
I gave up my drinking title. My friends are mostly under 30...I go home by 9 pm, they stay up until 9 am. It's just not so fun for me anymore.
I do admit subtly painted toenails are nice, and like when I've done mine. My problem is I have these awful fingernails...and it's not symmetrical for my toenails to look better than my fingernails. :)
Can I tell you, though? I think regularly recurring pedicures are a total waste of money, and doing them just for appearance's sake is even worse. But maybe once a year, to get all your cracked and painful calluses scraped off, and your feet massaged in the process? I'm down with that. [/former naysayer who had never had one before]
I heard the same thing Clod. My sis-in-law mentioned the foot massage, and the care to calluses...so I've actually considered it.
Boy a foot massage would feel great. (All I can think of now is Pulp Fiction "I'm the foot fuckin' master, don't be ticklin' or nothin'")
Mum wanted to attack my calluses the other day.
I fended her off.
It's the only thing that stops my damn feet bleeding!
I earned this hard skin and it's there for my protection.
My wife gets a pedicure at the beginning of summer. She goes with a friend. It's a social thing and a nice way for her to treat herself to something special.
This time next week, in 24 hours, I will only have a short time to wait for Psychoville!
Yes, I know it's tenuous, but I am excited.
And yes, I've already seen the first two episodes (fantastic!) at the BFI but it's not the same as seeing the terrestrial debut.
I've been scanning the listings magazines to make sure it is getting the coverage I think it deserves... Well... mostly. The Radio Times (the Beeb's official listings mag) had it mentioned on the front cover, but had Jimmy Nesbit as the feature.
What? He's okay, but couldn't they have put that off a week?
Psychoville is visually arresting AND starts this week. And is nothing like any home-grown (or any imported) series. It's benchmark TV. Tcha, the Beeb never really appreciated the League either IMHO.
Heat gave it five stars and a Pick of the Day. I've had to stop getting it for financial reasons, but it reminds me why I liked them in the first place - screw their celebrity news, they have great TV reviewers. Or at least their opinions generally coincide with mine.
Anyway, this is happy time.
Oh Mr Jelly.
I am excited.
And yes, it's black. And filthy.
My wife gets a pedicure at the beginning of summer. She goes with a friend. It's a social thing and a nice way for her to treat herself to something special.
Tonight i hear the term Pedibeer. apparantly you go out for a pedicure with friend ....and stay out all evening ;)
Ever since the GFC I don't get my monthly pedi anymore. :( woe is me. Now I just have to do my own. Woe is me!
(I pretty much think I'm the only one who notices my feet though, and I liked to go because it was just something I used to do for myself as opposed to the passtimes the men in my family subject me to constantly such as, sports on tv, or irl, fishing, making a mess, eating all the food, making a mess. Not doing stuff which clearly needs doing such as tidying the coffee table or sweeping the kitchen floor. I'm sure. you. get. my. point.)
I think I'll have a pedicure tomorrow evening. Out on the porch with a side grinder.
Top Chef Masters starts tonight. Woot.
When I was in college I painted one of my toenails black. My female friends enjoyed it.
Going to the county's interview day today and hoping I will find someplace that needs a fresh new English teacher. Wish me luck!
Hope you find something great!
Update: I didn't find anything today, but I'm not discouraged. I'm sure SOMEone will decide to move or have a baby or something later in the summer. :)
Or swallow something the wrong way.............;)
[SIZE="1"](is there still room? I'll take an aisle seat.)[/SIZE]
This morning when Dazza was trying to leave for work, the windscreen of the car was iced up. That hasn't happened here in I can't remember how many years.
It's bloody cold. I live in a sub tropical climate. It's not meant to be like this!!!
This morning when Dazza was trying to leave for work, the windscreen of the car was iced up. That hasn't happened here in I can't remember how many years.
It's bloody cold. I live in a sub tropical climate. It's not meant to be like this!!!
What is it normally like there in mid June? Heat index here was 102 F. The pool was awesome, tho...;)
Well it might get down to single figures over night, but today it was minus in some parts of the city. That's pretty freeking cold! I don't really like cold. I like warm. Bring back my warm!
I have to go get a heater for Max's room today because his poor little fingers were like icicles.
Only 4 more days of the school year for my kids. I just really hope they make it through without getting sick. Lots of rumors going around, but I know that about a fifth of my daughter's grade is out sick with some sort of fever and lethargy. And the rumor is that there's a confirmed case of swine flu in the grade above her, and that 40% of that grade is out sick.
Information from the officials is scarce, but they did send a letter home to the entire school population saying that if any student has a fever they must stay out for 7 days or have a note from a doctor saying they don't have the swine flu. Normal policy is 24 hours after the fever goes away.
You know, typing all this out, I wonder if I should be keeping the kids home for this last worthless week of school.
Below zero in Brisbane? Dang.
It was -6 in Canberra, but that is not too unusual.
Heat index here at 104 F today.
My favorite 3 things RFN:
1. Scotch
2. Ice
3. Pool
Wow... that's a lot of Scotch.
[size=1]you know, to fill the whole pool.[/size]
Question for the Brits and/or those knowledgeable about British slang:
Kitsune and I were flipping channels and caught an episode of Thomas the Tank Engine where they were singing "Buffer up and share." We are completely baffled by the phrase "buffer up." Is it supposed to be referring to trains like... buffing up the trains, shining them up? Or is "buffer up" a common phrase in the UK?
No, it's not common. It's a tank engine thing.
:lol: I think the buffers are the parts of each carriage that sick out at each end, absorbing impact from bumping into other carriages. And troublesome trucks.
You know some weird shit, dude.
I've been exposed to small children. Thomas is a certainty. [COLOR="LemonChiffon"]Unlike doubting Thomas.[/COLOR]
That is indeed what buffers are.
I think the message is: Soften up and share. But whadda I know.
So I guess I should've asked those knowledgeable about trains. :o Thanks, guys! Makes a lot more sense now.
Chinglish Essay:
"The china government allows broth control..."
ooh sorry choco, didn't realize you didn't understand what buffers were. They're the bits on the end of a train to absorb impact. Like a car bumper. So I guess buffering up would be like snuggling up, getting close, holding hands.
Yeah, but if you say it right, you can still make it dirty. :D
at this time in the morning with this cough, everything I say sounds dirty.
Do you know of the Freudian allegory that can be read into Thomas the Tank Engine?
Do you know of the Freudian allegory that can be read into Thomas the Tank Engine?
If
you're reading, I'm sure.
Thanks for the picture, monster! It certainly makes a lot more sense, now. Knowing nothing about trains, I couldn't figure out what the hell "buffer up" was supposed to mean. I know "buffer" to be like an extra space, or some just-in-case extra, but I didn't know it was also a train bumper. I think the idea of holding hands is probably spot on.
I knew I'd find my answer on the Cellar. :)
If you're reading, I'm sure.
Actually, this one is prety clean. (I know, that doesn't sound like me!)
Busy RFN but I'll be back to explain later. Toot toot.
My wife and kids were in a community chorus Broadway tunes show today at a local church. It was really good and I was proud of them. I got there early with my mother in law, and got a seat in the 3rd pew on the center aisle. I had a nice view. I could see everything very well.
One weird thing that happened is that one of the paid soloists, a beautiful Asian woman who I've never seen before, chose me to look at when she was singing her solos. No big deal, right? Well, it was strange because this attractive woman with the voice of an angel sang two love songs while making direct eye contact with me for the entire songs. I would shyly break eye contact and look away once in a while during the first song, and she would always make eye contact with me again when I would look back. For the second song, I didn't look away at all, and we stared into each others eyes while she sang words about how much she loved me. The emotions I felt were so intense, it felt like I was cheating on my wife, while I just sat there in a crowded church and watched this soloist perform. It felt like this woman and I were the only two people in the room. Making unbroken direct eye contact for that long is powerful stuff.
At the reception after the concert, the soloist and I never even looked at each other, let alone spoke to each other. We're strangers.
Edit: I just re-read this, and it sounds all sad and wistful or something, but the thing that struck me the most about the event is how direct eye contact and music can pull up powerful emotions. Emotions that will disappear as fast as they come up.
That's very interesting, Glatt, now go and take Mrs Glatt out for dinner before she gets insecure.
Okay, back to the trains.
Of course we all know the Freudian sketch of mental structure with the Id, the Ego and the Superego, but just in case I'll give a quick rehash here.
The Id is the set of basic desires for food, pleasure, sex, ego gratification etc etc.
The Superego is the moralising regulator that controls and often forbids access to these pleasures.
The Ego is the mediator and compromise between the two, that tries to satisfy the Id without getting hassled by the Superego too much.
Id = Troublesome Trucks.
Superego = Fat Controller.
Ego = Thomas the Tank Engine.
Thomas is frequently caught between the strict demands of the Fat Controller who orders him to push the Troublesome Trucks around in specific ways, and the Trucks who are always up to self-indulgent mischief. Thomas is often frazzled trying to reconcile these conflicting forces.
There are some claims that one of the reasons that Thomas appeals to kids so much is that they can relate to his situation. Or maybe it is just that little boys like talking trains. Or else that they look like willies, especially when they go into tunnels.
ETA. Ducks is right. I do know some weird shit.
I just made an appointment to take our other dog in for teeth cleaning and to have a couple removed. Poor guy will have a sore mouth for a day or so, but at least he won't have to pay for the procedure.
Dogs can't pay bills anyway. No pockets. No money.
And that's not the only thing he's missing - [hint: I can't pimp him out for stud services to recover the money] :)
They put up a trapeze school in the parking lot across the street from my office last week. I keep forgetting to bring my damn camera to work with me. The squeals of terror coming from one student at the school yesterday afternoon were amusing. It's all right out there in the open where you can watch.
I have bad mouth-hunger.
I want to eat and eat and eat and eat (you get the picture, I'm tired of typing it far sooner than I'd be tired of eating and eating and eating etc)
I am NOT hungry.
My belly is satiated.
But my mouth is raging.
Argh.
Stupid brain.
...Barry White playing in background......
......Capnhowdy peters out......
.....does not post.....
...Barry White playing in background......
.....Capnhowdy's peter's out....
Indeed?
Am fed up with waiting for a cheque with my tax return.
It's so unfair.
Lousy tax office holding onto my money.
Ditto National Insurance too for good measure.
And neither are contactable by telephone.
Meanies.
Today is going so slowly.
And more to come tomorrow I fear.
I don't know, I'm just really out of sorts.
I've tried to pin down why, exactly, but I think it's just today's mood.
I feel life is pointless and I have nothing especially to live for.
Not suicidal as such, just buried under terrible ennui and with no appetite for the future.
I honestly cannot think of anything I can do tomorrow, except go for a walk, and I feel my brain has been wrung out of any interesting walking possibilities already this week - I've been out for an hour most days. I can't even just shrug it off and sit in the garden as it's going to be showery all morning. And I went to the library as today's outing, so that's already ticked off the list.
BIG sigh.
Sunday is Father's Day, and we are going out for a Spanish meal at 13.00.
I am looking forward to it, but it's one of those awful occasions where as it gets closer, any genuine enthusiasm feels more like dread. All I really want to do is sleep, but that never comes these days.
On Monday I'll at least have some money, although all of it is earmarked for bills and catfood/ litter. But at least it will be a change, some reason for being in town. And I weigh-in of course, which gives me something else to do.
Tuesday I'm at Oasis for most of the day (okay, three hours in real terms) - counselling then acupuncture then group. Even if I don't quite feel A's enthusiasm for it, "It'll be a great day!" No, a great day would be a trip to Alton Towers, not 3 hours at Oasis... but I bowed to her enthusiasm, she's a positive influence. And then I'm off to the doctors, so it's a hair-raising schedule.
Wednesday, Mum & Dad leave for 2 weeks housesitting. Which I am both looking forward to and dreading. This might even be the reason for my current mood. I'll have a new prescription of Trazadone, so at least I can double that up and sleep for a week. But what will I do on my own? Will I be able to stick to a schedule? Will I drink?
And a week after that is my birthday. I'll be as much on my own as every previous year. All the disadvantages of living with parents without the one clear advantage of waking up on your birthday and someone else knowing about it. Never mind - I'm going to meet them for lunch, so that's better than most. I know what I'm going to wear as well, which helps. But it pours down!
Maybe I'll shave my legs tomorrow.
Nothing like the high life, eh.
:comfort: Hang in there Cherry. Do you like to read, write, paint, draw? Maybe check out the second hand stores? Rent some really awful movies that you can't watch when they're around? I know you'll make it - if you run out of ideas, you know we love it when you post photos from your neck of the woods, so feel free to snap some pics to share!!!
Top Gun is a Great Movie.
that is all
So you're a screen-whore as well as a post-whore, eh?
So, I don't know exactly how many of you have teenage boys, but I've got one who's nearly a teenager, and this morning he was sitting on the mat in the loungeroom playing with Max and he farted (I was sitting about 5 feet away), and he turned to me and said, "Did you hear that Mum?" Apparently he was very proud of it judging by the level of excitement in his voice...then he had to move. It smelled.
Today I am Grandad-sitting.
I've come home to tend to the cats (and sneak a little screen time) because his cleaner is there now.
When I went to see him Sunday, he said that he'd had a funny turn in the morning, but it had passed. I told him that he should never be afraid to call me - I'd come round or call the doctor, whatever he needed.
This morning I got a call at 07.30 from his morning carer (who gets him up, washes and dresses him). He was feeling bad again, and could I call the doctor when the surgery opened. It wasn't a bad thing to get the call - I'd been swamped in guilt dreams since waking and then dozing from 04.00 onwards. All dreams: at one point I was lying in bed with loads of empty cans of Stella under the covers, and I'd heard Mum and Dad come back and start making breakfast downstairs. Then I discovered a full can and realised I'd passed out drunk before even finishing my stash the night before. And was trying to work out how to open a can without them hearing me. Another one was that as I went downstairs, my boots were on fire, and the flames were licking at the bottom of the coats on the coatrack. I traced it to a smashed bottle of wine which I forgot I had - and was trying to work out if it was still drinkable when I put the flames out. And then I was sifting through the piles of cans and bottles trying to find one with some drink left when I saw their shadows on the front door.
Anyway, got up, sorted the cats, showered etc and was round there by 07.50.
Called the docs and said I'd sit with him.
Quick trip down to the Spar - Mum told him in a telephone call on Monday that it was just dehydration and he needed to drink more, so I was dispatched to buy bottled water which he feels he can sip more easily. Wicked Mum also told him that Aunty Alice (his sister) died from dehydration, which she knows perfectly well was untrue - she died from a massive stroke/ myocardial infarction. She was on a drip when she died. Still, part of Mum's cruel to be kind strategy.
I've spend the morning in and out of his bungalow, offering tea, to make a sarnie, to cook something etc, alternating this by sitting in his sunny garden while he watched Sky TV.
Doctor is due any time after 13.00.
It's not a chore for me because it's not a permanent responsibility.
I've been round to clean his kitchen and toilet every other day and to get his shopping. And he is treating me like his carers and cleaner - a real gentleman, gratefu; for everything. I do know the flip side though. He takes Mum horribly for granted and complains to other people about her - which makes her cry because she does love him and she does do a lot for him (a very secondary consideration as Mum is big on duty).
I told Mum that id Grandad criticises me to her when she gets back, PLEASE don't tell me. I hope she'll remember.
Anyway, that's my day today. Just wanted to rationalise it a bt so it doesn't feel like a drama.
Grandad's fine.
Except for a call about 2 minutes ago querying whether I removed the right tablet from his dosset boxes.
FTR - yes I did.
Not only do I remember it quite clearly (it was the white tablets that come in an orange box, not the orange tablets, which Grandad remembers it as) I did it right in front of the Doctor, who checked both the box and the tablet before I proceeded.
Ah well, it's been a busy old day for him.
He's probably getting ready for bed.
So, I don't know exactly how many of you have teenage boys, but I've got one who's nearly a teenager, and this morning he was sitting on the mat in the loungeroom playing with Max and he farted (I was sitting about 5 feet away), and he turned to me and said, "Did you hear that Mum?" Apparently he was very proud of it judging by the level of excitement in his voice...then he had to move. It smelled.
I have a five year old daughter and a 28 year old SO who do the same thing. So I do it back. (The sweet, adorable Princess' daddy has taught her "Pull my finger." Isn't that cute.........)
If you're not [COLOR="White"]invisible[/COLOR] [COLOR="Black"]you're not anyone! I've been trying it out for a week or so now but it doesn't make any difference really. I think I'll go back to visible. :)[/COLOR]
Haggis, what's really funny is that chat screen is how they talk to each other...
...but you can't make the chat screen scream.
...but you can't make the chat screen scream.
Depends on how fast the computer is.
Ed Freeman
You're a 19-year-old kid. You're critically wounded and dying in the jungle in the Ia Drang Valley, 11-14-1965, LZ X-ray, Vietnam. Your infantry unit is outnumbered 8-1 and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 or 200 yards away, that your own Infantry Commander has ordered the MediVac helicopters to stop coming in.
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns, and you know you're not getting out. Your family is half way around the world, 12,000 miles away and you'll never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day.
Then, over the machine gun noise, you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter and you look up to see an unarmed Huey, but it doesn't seem real because no Medi-Vac markings are on it.
Ed Freeman is coming for you. He's not Medi-Vac, so it's not his job, but he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire, after the Medi-Vacs were ordered not to come.
He's coming anyway.
And he drops it in and sits there in the machine gun fire as they load 2 or 3 of you on board.
Then he flies you up and out, through the gunfire to the doctors and nurses.
And he kept coming back, 13 more times, and took about 30 of you and your buddies out, who would never have gotten out.
Medal of Honor Recipient Ed Freeman died on Wednesday, June 25th, 2009, at the age of 80, in Boise, ID. May God rest his soul.
Medal of Honor Winner
Ed Freeman!
Since the media didn't give him the coverage he deserves, send this to every red-blooded American you know.
THANKS AGAIN, ED, FOR WHAT YOU DID FOR OUR COUNTRY.
RIP
Medal of Honor Recipient Ed Freeman died on Wednesday, June 25th, 2009, at the age of 80, in Boise, ID. May God rest his soul.
I heard this story a while ago, and went to
snopes to look it up to refresh my memory.
The guy was a hero, but he died last year, not three weeks ago. Not sure why the chain e-mail would lie about the date of death. Doesn't make sense, and actually detracts from the man's accomplishments to mix lies in with the truth. The truth is good enough.
Because Michael Jackson died on June 25th - a slightly longer version with that date notes how the media is jumping all over Jackson's death while "ignoring" Freeman's death (supposedly on the same day.)
My bad. I learned of it from a Marine buddy via a FWD. I need to learn to research. Oh well..... still a valid point.
Absolutely. :)
(Don't take offense, cap'n, I'm just poking you. :stickpoke)
None taken. I missed that thread. Thanks for pointing that out.
just cruising the IOTD forum, contemplating the 2010 cellar calendar, comparing most viewed and most replied-to threads, and notice that there is little correlation between the two.
Notably two 2009 posts which hardly rate a mention in the replies thread are right up there in the most viewed. I suspect we attract the internet perv element -the threads were entitled "dirty art" and "whale penis". :lol:
no, go find them yourself.
We Won! on ebay. lego star wars windscreens lot
it's a big deal to those in the know. srsly.
Windscreens, as in the British way of saying car windshield? Or some other kind of windscreen? I do not understand what it is you have purchased, but I believe you that it is cool.
Windscreens, as in the British way of saying car windshield? Or some other kind of windscreen? I do not understand what it is you have purchased, but I believe you that it is cool.
must be a nerd/star wars space thing, because yes, i mean windshield, but you get more and better hits on ebay if you call them windscreens.
(and yes, you are correct is it British for Windsheild, but i haven't used it on the context of a real car for at least 7 years now.....)
*stop snorting, it's bad for you*
Okay, but... what is a Lego Star Wars windshield, exactly? I don't know about you, but my windshields are clear. And why do you need a whole lot of them--how many cars are you planning on outfitting with these things? Or are you going to resell them in this lucrative Lego Star Wars market?
You bought a lot of these things? Sure they're cool, but how many do you need?
You bought a lot of these things? Sure they're cool, but how many do you need?
thousands, apparently. and no, way cooler than that. I should show you some of my kids' lego creations.....
coke?
Dude. :headshake
Only Diet Coke for me. The kind that comes in a can. Or a plastic bottle. :)
*stop snorting, it's bad for you*
But but it was funny! :p
Word?
Thixotropic.
Thixotropic-like?
This poem was read as part of the service at the funeral I went to yesterday. I found it very touching, so thought I'd share.
The Dash Poem - by Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone,
From the beginning…to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
(1934 – 1998)
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth…
And now only those who loved her,
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars…the house…the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard…
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile.
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy’s being read, With your life’s
actions to rehash…
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
Here's a good one. According to CBS news, 5 out of 6 Americans have a positive attitude to mental health issues. lol That's kind of like an oxymoron really isn't it?
Bah! I am depressed and needing social interaction, and yet we've just begun what has historically been the slowest month of the year in the Cellar. Where the hell is everyone, hmm? Step up to the plate, people!
We can be depressed together then Clod.
I'm going to the doctor today. I've finally decided it's time to do something about my issues.
I'm taking Max and getting a referral to a pediatrician. My brother thinks there are some problems with his movement and suspects it could be cerebral palsy (or a similar brain disorder). At this stage, CP would be the best diagnosis as it's not degenerative, so we'll see. They don't diagnose till after 12 months usually, but with any luck, its just physical therapy he needs which I've been giving him so far anyway. Anyway, it's a long story about how we've come to this point, and maybe I'll post it some day, but right now it seems like a bit too much effort.
awe - sorry to hear that Ali - I hope it all works out.
Jesus Christ, Ali!
That's just horrible.
I'm hoping it will all turn out to be a false alarm.
But he is your boy, he is beautiful and he is loved.
So whatever the outcome I know you and your family will deal with it.
I hope it's not wrong of me to hope it's not necessary.
I hab a terriboo code. Face hurts, head hurts, can't breath.... hateful...
Tonight I got a migraine.
Not like a whiner's bad headache, but a real migraine. Seeing flashy lights, nausea, couldn't stand upright, sure as hell couldn't read a book out loud to my kid, because even though I have the stupid thing memorized I couldn't even manage to talk...
But the good news is, this only happens to me once every 2-3 years, and I've learned exactly how to make it stop. I stuck my finger down my throat and puked violently--and about five minutes later I was happily cooking dinner, 100% pain-free.
Am I the only one this happens to?
I'm curious how you discovered that cure? :eek:
WTF? :eyebrow: well, if it works, it works, can't argue with results.
I got bitten by a mosquito on my right knee while hiking last Saturday and the bloody thing is still itching.
That just ain't right.
Since I'm already here, I figured I might as well whore myself out once more.
Step, wiggle, step, wiggle, pout, turn, repeat.
Since I'm already here, I figured I might as well whore myself out once more.
Step, wiggle, step, wiggle, pout, turn, repeat.
Yabbut, where's your costume?
I'm curious how you discovered that cure?
I don't really remember for sure, but part of it is always mild nausea, and I just get this feeling that I really, really want to throw up--but it never happens on its own. I've spent too many years learning how to suppress my gag reflex. :)
I am 49.8 days old on Venus.
http://www.exploratorium.edu/ronh/age/
Now my love life totally makes sense....
Puts the whole Mars/Venus thing in a different perspective..
I'm spending $800 on my car today. (Most of it is a new timing belt & water pump for my 8 year old car).
Poop.
I'm spending $800 on my car today. (Most of it is a new timing belt & water pump for my 8 year old car).
I remember when water pumps were cheap. Not no more.
Look at the bright side... cars probably paid for.
yep. It's a 2001 Honda Civic with just over 50,000 miles on it. It's probably good for another ten years.
Ther vomitting thing always helps when I get a migraine, although I don't get them much these days. Same works for my son.
On my hippie co-op grocery store receipt today:
"Those who forget the pasta are condemned to reheat it."
Still in planning stages for Mum's Birthday Treat.
Selfishly, it started out as Cherry's Trip to London to See John Barrowman.
But once Mum said she was interested too, it became about her. And I started saving to up the budget - for me it would just have been train - show - train.
I've written a couple of things on different threads, but thought I'd whore it up here.
I just can't wait. I'm excited and want to keep talking about it and here is just perfick.
Writing to the theatre today, to see if they offer any kind of special package. Apart from John Barrowman's I mean (which is certainly special but no doubt out of my price range.) I'm hamming it up a little to see if there is anything nice they offer for free :) Not telling any lies though. FTR.
Mum is letting me plan it all, which is lovely of her.
But she does know that I'm taking her places and doing things she wouldn't expect. I mean I'm telling her everything - it would distress her otherwise - but I love that I can do this for her. I'm good for something.
I have to make a fairytale costume, I was all set to make this gingerbread man thing. Was gonna cut the gingerbread man shape out of foam and paint it up.....but NOOOooOOOoooOO, the t-man wants to be the fox that carries the gingerbread man and then eats him.
Hmmmm.....nup, I cant make a fox costume.
Oh and Firefox blows, my IE has decided it has an error and every little geek trick on the internet wont fix it.
Being a post whore and whoring out my post!
http://cellar.org/showthread.php?t=20892 I've spent too many years learning how to suppress my gag reflex. :)
I'm more interested in this bit.
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So I was surfing around today (Facebook) and learned that not only do we know this place from
Seinfeld, but it's also the inspiration for the Suzanne Vega song "Tom's Diner." And the Suzanne Vega song was the inspiration behind the MP3 format. Every time the engineers thought they had figured out the right compression format to use for shrinking song files, they would use it on "Tom's Diner" to see if Vega's voice kept its warmth and clarity. It wasn't until the compression format passed the "Tom's Diner" test that they settled on using it for the MP3 format we all know and use.
So Tom's Restaurant, pictured here, is really the ultimate power in the universe.
My name is Luka
I sell pizza at the mall...
Had another round of contentious bickering on another forum regarding the derogatory phrase, "that's so gay."
Kind of ruined my day.
You got the phrase wrong - It's supposed to be "that's so ghey."
ha!
I know a fanfic writer who spells "god" in her fanfic "ghod." This is to avoid offending the deity, I guess.
But since this particular fanfic was about men screwing each other, I think it was kind of a wasted effort.
You're all totally teh ghey.
Just sayin'
ha!
I know a fanfic writer who spells "god" in her fanfic "ghod." This is to avoid offending the deity, I guess.
But since this particular fanfic was about men screwing each other, I think it was kind of a wasted effort.
maybe she's Jewish.
Judaism does not prohibit writing the Name of God per se; it prohibits only erasing or defacing a Name of God. However, observant Jews avoid writing any Name of God casually because of the risk that the written Name might later be defaced, obliterated or destroyed accidentally or by one who does not know better.
The commandment not to erase or deface the name of God comes from Deut. 12:3. In that passage, the people are commanded that when they take over the promised land, they should destroy all things related to the idolatrous religions of that region, and should utterly destroy the names of the local deities. Immediately afterwards, we are commanded not to do the same to our God. From this, the rabbis inferred that we are commanded not to destroy any holy thing, and not to erase or deface a Name of God.
from
here which has been a very useful and infomative site for me since moving to America.
ha!
I know a fanfic writer who spells "god" in her fanfic "ghod." This is to avoid offending the deity, I guess.
But since this particular fanfic was about men screwing each other, I think it was kind of a wasted effort.
Only if you think the deity is offended by man-on-man action.
Had another round of contentious bickering on another forum regarding the derogatory phrase, "that's so gay."
Kind of ruined my day.
Serves you right you forum floozy.
Get your contentious bickering HERE.
All other fora are ghey.
I'm sure she was probably jewish, but since she was essentially writing porn, it seemed kinda incongruous to me.
and you're right, Zengum. I am suitably chastised.
Lately, I've been drinking a super health drink.
I mix up a musashi protien drink, then add a Yakult yoghurt drink to it, and then use this to wash down a fish oil capsule.
If this doesn't work, I'm gonna cross the streams.
How do you not vomit, Zen?
Well, the two drinks taste fine by themselves, and you hardly notice the capsule.
Mind you, that is only for a certain brand of whey-based protein, the soy-based ones I have tried (a) taste gross and (b) do terrible things to/in my bowels.
Just realized something today. This month I will have been a member of this forum for three years.
Wow... do I get an award? :wheelchr:
When I get down to the bottom of the bag of tortilla chips, rather than throw away all the little bits that are too small to reasonably dip with, I will just put spoonfuls of salsa in my mouth and then tilt my head back and drop in a bunch of chip bits in with it.
thrifty. i bet beest does that too.
My mom's husband takes bites of hard pretzel and then squirts mustard directly into his mouth - same idea...
If I have a jar of salsa con queso, I add the crumbs of the chips to whatever is left in the jar, stir, and eat with a spoon. :blush:
Just realized something today. This month I will have been a member of this forum for three years.
Wow... do I get an award? :wheelchr:
:notworthy
Hmmm... guess not. :nadkick:
It was cold enough last night to drive a mouse inside looking for warmth. First catch of the season was discovered this afternoon.
When I get down to the bottom of the bag of tortilla chips, rather than throw away all the little bits that are too small to reasonably dip with, I will just put spoonfuls of salsa in my mouth and then tilt my head back and drop in a bunch of chip bits in with it.
Try my technique. Tilt the bag to one side. Take a pair of sissors and cut it across the corner forming a funnel shaped bowl. Take a spoon and spoon in what ever amount of salsa it takes to make a mash. Eat with spoon. :D
i just spent $5000 of not my money in a decision and ordering process that took 10 minutes and didn't bat an eyelid. awesome.
Until the other day I didn't know that in order to put straight pipes on my bike I also had to rejet my carburetor. The internet reeks of complaints of problems as a result of this process. I reckon I'll just keep my bike original.
Dyed my hair red.
Thought it would be a vibrant pillar box red.
My bad for buying a "normal" brand rather than an extreme colour brand.
It's a rusty rose-purple.
Great if you're a Mum of three wanting something different.
Poor if you wanted a bright red change from blonde.
Sigh.
Your own natural color is always an option too. You are a beautiful person as you are. just sayin :)
Home schooling today. The girl wrote in her health book that extra calories are stored ass fat. Can't really argue with that...
The boy is trying to do his geography but Dennis thinks the big map is great fun to play on and bites the shit out of anyone that tries to move him off of it.
Home schooling today. The girl wrote in her health book that extra calories are stored ass fat. Can't really argue with that...
The boy is trying to do his geography but Dennis thinks the big map is great fun to play on and bites the shit out of anyone that tries to move him off of it.
Perfect! :)
So the boy is learning politics as well as geography.
The 80s are sooooo in right now, but I see no batwing sleeves.
Saw 2 wild turkeys on our way to the gym today. Jim said he's seen them there a few times.
When I went to the GE Healthcare Institute in Milwaukee, wild turkeys just wandered right up to the campus.
I told them, in Texas, those ƒuckers know to be afraid of humans!
I stopped hunting turkeys coz I could never cook them where they were very good. Always tough, dry, or gamey. They are abundant in me geo area.
Well, this IS the thread to whore post in, right?
So seeing as how I only need 4 more posts to reach 5000.....
Would it be inappropriate to rack them up here, pointlessly?
If so, someone please let me know before I go too far.....
And waste my 5000th post on an utter nothing.
I love you guys. All of you. Even the ones of you whom I can't stand.
That is all.
yay! other official water. there's a landmark thread somewhere....
I drew two penises today; or maybe the same one two ways
The 80s are sooooo in right now, but I see no batwing sleeves.
I know!
I remember my best mate Maddie really, really wanted a sweater with batwing sleeves. She was so excited when her mum came home with one for her. It was pale blue as I recall. And was way too big for her, but she still wore it to death.
The 80s are sooooo in right now, but I see no batwing sleeves.
I have a pink top with batwing sleeves.
I remembered that style as being baggy and forgiving.
I rarely wear it now, because the thing I most wanted to hide back in the 80s was a flat chest and boney ribcage. Turns out it's not so forgiving on pot bellies...
I think the customer I just helped was a drunk Indian woman. She told me "This office smells really bad, what should I do?" ....I'm computer support.
I think the customer I just helped was a drunk Indian woman. She told me "This office smells really bad, what should I do?" ....I'm computer support.
remove dead fish from hard drive left by last laid-off employee
all my boards seem a bit slow today. Guess people are actually --gasp--working!
Part of the Treating Mum series. Yes, I know showing love with food is stereotypical, but I learned it from her :)
Moules Marinaire for dinner with locally baked bread and oven chips.
A glass of white wine for her, fizzy water for me. I cooked and Dads and I did the washing up /clearing away. It was a treat for me too, although none of the ingredients are expensive - just something we haven't had in a long, long time. The mussels on Monday put us both in the mood.
Tomorrow morning I tackle the ironing (groan - I hate it and shop with an eye to never having to iron anything!) My sister offered my BIL's services - he does all the ironing in their house. But I'd feel like a heel if I accepted - I live here for a peppercorn rent after all. And Law brought round a really flamboyant Autumn bouquet of flowers that I am enjoying immensely.
And & Dec are on Jonathan Ross tonight, so I'm going to Sky + it and watch it tomorrow as I iron. Should cheer me enough to get through it.
When signing office birthday cards, I always like to sign it early, and include a note from the birthday person to his or her self. For example:
Dear Maggie: Happy Birthday to the most awesome person I've ever known. You get better every single day, and the world LOVES you. Your friend, Maggie.
Other people, if they read the messages when they sign are like WTF? Also, if the person to whom the card is addressed reads it (test time) they wonder when they wrote THAT.
Also, the sound of someone munching chips like they've never eaten chips in their life, is a most annoying sound.
Dear Maggie: Happy Birthday to the most awesome person I've ever known. You get better every single day, and the world LOVES you. Your friend, Maggie.
HAGGIS! Thats awesome! I am definitely doin that next time.
About two weeks ago, I bought the last can of cooked pumpkin on the shelf at the local grocery store to use in some cupcakes Mrs. glatt was making for a pot luck. On the phone today, Mrs. glatt mentioned that she had been to 3 different grocery stores in town looking for canned pumpkin to use in another recipe. All the shelves were bare. We joked about that for a bit. Who's buying all the pumpkin? Is there a big pumpkin pie contest going on in town? Were they recalled, or something?
So I got on
Google, and to my surprise found out that there is a nation wide pumpkin shortage!
Thanksgiving is going to be canceled this year. No pumpkin pie.
We're lousy with actual pumpkins, but it's awfully hard to get canned innards.
Apparently the jack o lantern kind isn't the same as the baking kind.
Post whore time.
At dinner in the glatt household, we sometimes play a game where we will state 4 things that happened to us that day, and one of the four is false. Then everyone guesses what the false thing is. It's a good way to get the kids to open up about their days.
Yesterday my four things were:
1. I saw a woman swinging from a trapeze.
2. I saw a polo game being played in the street by a bunch of guys on bikes.
3. I saw a woman wearing a dress that made her look like a peacock.
4. I saw 4 of those big helicopters with the dual props on top fly by in a loose formation.
Which one is false?
And isn't it crazy that three of them are actually true?
You would think that, but really the helicopters one was false. Crazy huh?
I really wish you had a pic of peacock (pea-hen?) lady!
Were they really in a "tight" formation? ;)
Has anyone seen Cirque de Soliel's Alegria yet? Worth seeing?
Starting tomorrow, I am heading off to the mountains to go hiking. I will be offline until about the 8th of October. Be good, kids, play nice while I'm gone.
Has anyone seen Cirque de Soliel's Alegria yet? Worth seeing?
If it's anything like
Delirium...don't bother.
I haven't seen it, but I heard it was not that good after hearing that it was coming to VF.
Why am I the only one who actually seems to give a fuck? :mad:
They are all slackers. Every last one of them.
And they can't drive.
Or cut ice.
Oi!
I ran for 15 minutes this morning dammnit RAN. Be over-awed by my over-awesomeness!
http://www.cellar.org/showpost.php?p=600507&postcount=402I AM impressed. I was just thinking I want to get into running again. You're an inspiration!
Impressed but not over-awed, huh? well from you, impressed is pretty impressive, so I'll take it :lol:
Well if I said how I really feel I'd sound all stalky and mushy. ;)
Running triggers certain impulses in predators and that's all I need to know.
Running triggers certain impulses in predators and that's all I need to know.
I can live in hope....
I'm sitting here reading a story and simultaneously watching tv, as I often do.
I'm reading a short story which features a stray dog named Katie. When they name her that, I'm thinking, that's dumb, what kind of a dog name is "katie?"
and --
in the tv show I'm watching - THERE'S A STRAY DOG NAMED KATIE!
I'm creeped out.
how's this for a segue? I'm watching Criminal Minds; a show where they chase killers who are referred to as "unsubs" i.e., unknown suspects. And what commercial comes on? A KFC ad.
"an unsub frame of mind."
signs, signs, everywhere I see signs
I'm sitting here reading a story and simultaneously watching tv, as I often do.
I'm reading a short story which features a stray dog named Katie. When they name her that, I'm thinking, that's dumb, what kind of a dog name is "katie?"
and --
in the tv show I'm watching - THERE'S A STRAY DOG NAMED KATIE!
I'm creeped out.
Was the movie based upon the book?
was the tv show based on the story? nope; no connection
How do you slice a loaf of bread without squishing it?
I am a spoilt child of the '70s. 1972 if you have to know (how rude!)
Growing up we had a bread slicer. I say bread, it was manual and could be adjusted for ham or beef or fingers or whatever was your bag.
Apparently, the 'rents tried to get a replacement a couple of years ago, but the new one they got was rubbish and ended up in the charity shop.
The only bread I grew up slicing (kiddies didn't use the bread slicer!) was Italian bread. And that has a crust so thick it's like a lawsuit waiting to happen.
I learned how to slice cheese. I learned how to butter fresh bread with real, cold butter (warm the butter up TBH) and to spread crackers without them cracking. BUT. Deli bread I buy, I always have to squash the air out of it to slice it. Squeeze and saw. Never the same once I've got at it.
Is this a lost art? Mum mourns the lost art of her parents' generation - carving a chicken so it lasts all week. Have my generation lost yet another art?
It's all in the knife and the pressure. Working at the Country Club, we hand sliced the bread we took out with the salads. Chef loved me because I didn't squish it half to death when slicing. Once you get that first cut, the knife does all the work.
Sharp cerrated bread knife, I highly recommend a
Wustof or a
Henckels. PRoper tool for the job and all that. If your knife is dull . . . just go Italian and rip a hunk off.
302 posts before Dec 31, 2009.
...just felt like saying that.
Gee... I feel like a Cellar veteran. :)
Thinkpad sounds like an artificially intelligent sanitary towel. Probably made in Tampa.
But what would a sanitary pad with AI be thinking?
Get me outta here?
@ Sundae: needs to be a sharp serrated knife (as has been mentioned). The trick is to make the first cut and then 'saw' quite fast but without putting on too much pressure.
Hey, I just saw your sig line, Sundae. :)
Now, what it T E H?
Use a can opener to open those bedamned clamshell packaged things
You must mean one of these?
Does eating too much salmon cause salmonella?
well, no. the kind with the wheel you turn.
http://www.unplggd.com/unplggd/how-to/open-clamshell-packaging-with-a-can-opener-037769
No shit, does that really work? Have you tried it?
no, but you can be sure I will next time. Those things are evil.
Yes they are, you'd be safer tying a knot in the cat's tail, than opening one of those diabolical clamshells.
I saw this in Real Simple magazine.
so it must be true, eh?
I use my aviation snips to open clamshell packages. Works extremely well.
Well, I typically use scissors, but honestly, I think the can opener would would work better, because you don't have to continuously reposition it, exposing one's hands to the edges.
chainsaw is the way to go. Or give it to a 2-year-old. they can open anything they shouldn't be able to without hurting themselves
I use my aviation snips to open clamshell packages. Works extremely well.
Bet those bad boys would work in a pinch at a bris.
Here's an old school Eurpoean circumcision knife from 1770s...
All you internet savvy Science Fiction fans, what is the deal with Cthulhu, and why do I stumble across pictures of him all over the internet? I never read Lovecraft, so can any of you tell me why a character from a story written almost a century ago is a recurring internet meme? Am I missing a joke or something?
No answer, but i can give you a recipe if that helps.... I'm thinking crispy fried with lemon
cool name and creepy writer--what's not to like?
and; OUCH at the bris knife!
BTW, I tried the can opener thing--worked like a charm!
Wouldn't it have been awesome if Cancer had just happened to be in the WTC in 9/11?
1.) It's a fun name to say, with bonus ironic-hipster points for sounding like a gothy foreign language.
2.) The octopus mouth is oddly entrancing?
I dunno man, Cthulhu is just funny.
Cthulu is FSM's cousin.
1.) It's a fun name to say, with bonus ironic-hipster points for sounding like a gothy foreign language.
2.) The octopus mouth is oddly entrancing?
I dunno man, Cthulhu is just funny.
The similarities with FSM are obvious, and I figured it was just some sort of hipster meme. But it just seems so bizarre. I never heard of Cthulu until maybe 5 years ago when I started seeing him everywhere. It's just strange that an obscure character from so long ago was revived. I'm curious what the catalyst was. I suppose you could make the same observation with any meme. I'm not even sure Cthulhu rises to the level of a meme.
Oh, I'd heard of Cthulhu before then. He was a funny joke for my group of friends at least as far back as high school (1997ish.) Maybe it's less that the meme itself came out of nowhere, and more that the group of people who had already attached to it came of age and started posting crap on the internet. :)
So I guess just because I hadn't heard of Cthulhu doesn't mean the character was obscure.
Generations re-discover Lovecraft and think he's cool; this generation just happens to be the Internet one.
Well, but it's different, because you have to factor in the irony. Anne Rice is having a little mini-popularity-boost, because of Twilight, all of which is popular with kids who really think vampires are cool and are re-discovering all of it. Cthulhu, on the other hand, is popular with people who think it's funny to fill their baby's mouth with spaghetti and photoshop the eyes to make him look like Cthulhu, not people who are genuinely snuggling up with Lovecraft books and appreciating them.
Cthulu was big with the Role-playing community beest hung around with 20 years ago iirc
I think we found our answer. It was D&D. That explains it all. I'm surprised I wasn't aware of it then.
Looks more like a mind flayer to me.
LJ to the post-whore thread, stat!
I love Cthulu. I like how it sounds. I am a huge Lovecraft fan. I got there partly via the late 80s/early 90s schlock horror films made by the Blue Moon studios (stuff like Reanimator and From Beyond most of which were set in the fictional town of Arkham and often within the hallowed halls of Miskatonic University) and partly from a very old copy of short stories that was in my family's bookcase when i was little. As an insomniac kid I used to be up and about at 2 or 3 am, when the rest of the house was sleeping, stalking the bookshelves and reading Lovecraft or Poe.
I still have a penchant for occasional readings of scary/odd shit during the early hours. It's when ghost stories really should be read. When the rest of the world is sleeping.
How do you pronounce it? (No, not 'it', Cthuluhuhth or whatever it is?)
We need UT's embedded audio file player for this one.
In re: stupid people:
1) just got this question on one of my bodymod forums:
Hey, not sure if someone asked before but I'm not sure which size is the biggest 1/4", 1/2", 5/16", 3/8" 7/16"??
I mean, come on--did she not graduate from fourth grade? I know fractions can be confusing, but surely she knows how to use a ruler? (ETA: she's a 24-yo college student)
***
2) At the grocery store, the person ahead of me was being all know-it-all and tried to tell the checker (a 30-something woman) a bit of food history, saying that the Chinese invented catsup. After he left, I said, they may have had a word for a sauce that sounded like our word, "catsup," but it sure wasn't any tomato sauce, since tomatoes are a New World food. Her response? What's the New World? I'm like, the Americas, you know -- Columbus sailed the ocean blue? Blank stare.
I hate that shit. I would have slapped both of you.
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do what? get so pissed off I needed to play that song?
I'm telling you, I probably haven't needed to hear that since Ilanded in the US 9 years ago. But I am fucking pissed off with a whole shitload of stuff right now.
I used to play it when i was a teenager and my dad was being more of an asshole than usual.
I was just taking this thread literally, sorry I was just posting and not about anyone or anything in particular. I am on dial up too I cannot play vids .. :( MLIA
dial up? DIAL UP? Is still possible? wow!
no stinking cable companies.....[COLOR="LightBlue"] /pirates[/COLOR]
Its possible when there is no alternative. I would say we have an outhouse too but that would be stretching it!;)
Ok ok so maybe I could get satellite, but that is like $70 a month :eyebrow:
we had a nasty multi car accident here; killing several young people who were friends; leaving the driver alive. The news channels have been all over their facebook and myspace pages, noting the driver said "I hate being sober" and saying there were drug references and incriminating photos.
--one, I just hate to think of people trolling the deceased kids' pages for shit like this; and
--two; how dumb are people? perils of ze interwebs, people
maybe I should have put this in the "upsetting" thread
The Flying Monkeys have always been scary as hell!
I'm thinking about developing a fear of monkeys....
I just saw Steven Chu at a Chinese restaurant in my neighborhood. I wouldn't have recognized him, but my dad did and was really excited. He knew him from Stanford. Well, knew of him, actually.
Chu is the kind of guy who waits until the revolving door is empty before he tries to use it. Just so you know.
I wait til the revolving door is empty...
How do you pronounce it? (No, not 'it', Cthuluhuhth or whatever it is?)
As an aspirated spit.
:) I'm not sure how to do that, UG.
I did not. It was the dog.
Nooooooooooooooooooo!
That shoe that was there forever? :(
.......since February. (Too inept to quote myself from another thread.) Pretty sure it got whisked away in the last downpour of snow.
Rest well, My Dear Shoe.
(Perhaps he's off in search of his sole mate?)
:lol:
Well, he had a good run. I treaded the day he would take a hike, and I stride to make him stay longer.
Goodbye, old shoe. :waves sadly:
I never liked him - he was a heel from step one.
No need to stick the boot in.
Well, it was a tongue-in-cheek comment, laced with a hint of sarcasm.
Arch ya gonna laugh?
he was being callous if you ask me.
And his breath smelled of bunions.
He's a slippery character indeed, we should sock it to him.
Well.. was he a loafer? If not he could be seeking work. I just hope it doesn't wind up with taps.
He couldn't toe the line so he took a hike.
Minor rant (very minor):
When wearing a formal gown, the proper way to lift your skirts for ease of walking is with ONE hand, delicately, from the center front of the gown.
Ack! It always bugs me when I see girls lift their wedding or prom dresses with two fistfuls of dress. Not stomping grapes there, ladies.
So, if your nose still hurts like a bitch a couple hours later, but isn't swelling, is it possible it's fractured? And if it is, there really isn't any remedy but to just let it heal, right? There's not some weird chance of bone infection or anything crazy like that if I don't bother going to the doctor?
Omg! It's going to fall off. Run, don't walk, to the doctor, now!
really. seriously. your brain will rot. just . . . fall right out your nose.
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I have to ask these things, because my default position is always "meh, it'll be fine I'm sure." (And that is how Mr. Clod once ended up taking me to the clinic with a 104 fever as I continued to insist I felt fine.)
a bone shard will make it's way up to your brain.
I'm just tellin' ya.
You can Google as well as I can, but
when to seek medical care.Looking on the bright side, has anyone else noticed that not only can our new friend not debate her way out of a paperbag, but she also hasn't found her way out of Home Base, so we could just post more sensible threads in Nothingland for a while. If we come up with any that is.... ;)
well almost, anyway...... I'm looking for the silver lining, people, looking.....
oh and here's something to amuse yourselves with while waiting for the dust to settle. Spot the cast of the emmadrama......
http://redwing.hutman.net/~mreed/
(it's been posted before but iirc, the thread that ensued if better left buried.... :lol:)
Looking on the bright side, has anyone else noticed that not only can our new friend not debate her way out of a paperbag, but she also hasn't found her way out of Home Base, so we could just post more sensible threads in Nothingland for a while. If we come up with any that is.... ;)
Heh - I've decided to stay away from Home Base for the duration. Let's hope she doesn't ever realize there's more to the Cellar. This old liberal coot feels safe in Nothingland. They can't find me here. Pssst! Are the mods here yet? :ninja:
I think she does a vanity search -the only posts outside of homebase have been in threads where her name was already mentioned. Voldemort time?
Voldemort ... bwahahaha, Monnie you crack me up.
So, if your nose still hurts like a bitch a couple hours later, but isn't swelling, is it possible it's fractured? And if it is, there really isn't any remedy but to just let it heal, right? There's not some weird chance of bone infection or anything crazy like that if I don't bother going to the doctor?
Just do
this.
It's so funny how many of us she's sucked in with her AWing - we're like mangy old dogs protecting our fire hydrant.
My lawn - off - now!
It's silly season, we're allowed...
Thank you for your permission........
Shouldn't that be "you're permission"? ;)
I feel an apostrophe attack coming on. Gaack! :rolleyes:
Happy Thanksgiving my fellow Cellarites! Off to my SO's who deosn't have internet, so I'll see you Friday! Be safe, and enjoy whatever it is that you have to be thankful for.
Happy Thanksgiving to you too, Queenie! Bring us back a leftover drumstick, eh?
Just a reminder:
It's time to watch Jim Gaffigan on Holidays
again...:) (Still funny)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_BLmuxqYS0I can hardly wait to watch the "you'll shoot your eye out" movie AGAIN.
Them's awful bad hiccups, Queensie.
I have left over spaghetti for lunch.
Low fat and saving money and not going into landfill and all that.
But I have such a bad craving for a cheese and onion bagel!
Ungrateful child.
I might wait until about 14.00, because by then I'll be hungry enough to eat just about anything and I'll be grateful for it.
I blame UG for talking about Cheddar earlier.
I had a poppy seed bagel with cream cheese, lox, red onion, and tomato our last vacation day. Had to be over 1000 cal. Soooo freakin delicious though....
gale force winds and blowing dust here today. woo.
I blame UG for talking about Cheddar earlier.
Rowr, Rowr!!
Beware, lest I begin to talk of... Stilton.
Which I don't know very much about. Wae's me.
Well that was wierd.
A student who has just finished his final exam just came to see me.
He said he has told his mother about me. And his (female) cousin. Now his mother is interested in inviting me over for dinner so I can "meet" the cousin. He asked if I have any "preference" regarding the race of potential girlfriends.
Woah.
I think ethically, this is in the clear - ex-teacher, ex-student's cousin ... but it is kind of weirding me out.
I was non-commital but said he could email me with a follow-up.
Homecooked meal, convivial company... I wouldn't turn it down, since as you say it would pass ethics muster.
I think it's a compliment.
I think they want your money :D
This is clearly a plot to steal your liver
There is nothing wrong with just having dinner. :)
Guh, I just spent the entire day at the mall. Srsly, I got up this morning, showered, dressed, and drove to the mall. AND I still have to go back, I didn;t get anywhere near done. This sucks.
Ha. I was christmas shopping at 7:30 this morning. We wanted a Wii and there are no deals this year because the price just went down, but Meijer has "Santa Bucks" todayand tomorrow -$30 off one item in the Wii price range. Wanted to make sure I got in therre before they sold out.... This is so un-me it's untrue! :lol: But i got us a Wii for $170. I just took the kids to the bus and then went straight to the store.
Wii games (all elec games actually) were buy one get one 50% off today at Toys r Us today.... not sure how much longer.
Jim is carrying stuff in now. With much sweating and drama he brought in the 3 sleds I bought. Like an asshole, I purchased them at a store as far away from my car as possible.... and
King of Prussia is not a small mall. It's the like the largest one in the country or some shit....
Is there a Wii game for carrying sleds through a crowded mall?
Wii games (all elec games actually) were buy one get one 50% off today at Toys r Us today.... not sure how much longer.
Jim is carrying stuff in now. With much sweating and drama he brought in the 3 sleds I bought. Like an asshole, I purchased them at a store as far away from my car as possible.... and King of Prussia is not a small mall. It's the like the largest one in the country or some shit....
The Toys r Us thing was today only, but I didn't have time to get there.
I have a blind spot coming up on my chin.
In case you are unfamiliar with the term except in the context of sight, a blind spot feels like a spot coming up - all hot and hard and painful to the touch. But it never does you the favour of forming a head. So you never get to temper the unpleasantness with the relief and secret joy of squeezing it.
They go down after a while. But if you're like me, you can never resist trying a good old squeeze anyway, even though you know it will do nothing but make your eyes water and add a nasty red colour to the lump already formed.
Grrrr.
I went in to Target this afternoon to take advantage of a $10 off coupon on the toy that Hebe mentioned wanting for her Birthday, should we win the lottery. Got there and the toy was on sale and I could still use the coupon, so $25 off total (now $40, price is $80 in some other stores)! Win!
(What's the betting that this means it's really crap and they're trying to empty the shelves before people find out? :rolleyes:)
My computer died. It went to the shop and lo! it lives again.
Hate not having my machine at hand. Had the laptop but it's not the same. All my really coolest stuff is on the main comp.
They had the machine since yesterday and I think all told he spent over an hour on it himself and had diagnostic tests running for much longer. Oh and cleaned it up and got rid of the humungous collection of trojans, spyware and assorted other viruses I'd accumulated. Total cost: £30
Decided whilst there that I'd get an external harddrive on which to store some of that really cool stuff 'cause I only had 34gig left out of a 500gig harddrive.
A terrabyte *grins* I could store every episode of Doctor Who ever made and still have House room.
I'm so used to seeing stupid stuff that I'm not sure what's stupid and what's not anymore. :headshake
I' VE weggeworfen meinen Spielwaren, sogar meinen Trommeln und Zügen, Ich möchte etwas Geräusche bilden, mit realen Phasenflugzeugen. Eines Tages I' m, das geht zu fliegen, I' ll ist ein Pilot zu, und wenn ich tue, wie Sie wurde, wie meine Mannschaft sein? Auf dem guten Schiff Lutscher sein eine süße Reise zum Süßigkeitgeschäft wo bon-bon' s-Spiel, auf dem sonnigen Strand von der Pfefferminzbucht Limonadestandplätze, überall primabänder, füllen Sie die Luft, und dort sind Sie, glückliche Landungen auf einem Schokoriegel. Sehen Sie die Zuckerschüssel tun Sie eine Tootsierolle in einem großen schlechten Teufelnahrungsmittelkuchen wenn Sie zu viel essen, oh, oh, you' ll wach, mit einem Bauchschmerz. Auf dem guten Schiff Lutscher sein eine nette Reise, in Sie betten Hopfen, und Traum weg, auf dem guten Schiff Lutscher
jawohl. oder verpiss dich.
whichever makes you feel better.
I haven't posted here in ages.
I'm sorry.
I had a great day. I'm too knackered to tell you about it. And i have to remember that the tooth fairy is due to put in an appearance
wow. I totally did not realize Karl Urban, who plays Dr. McCoy in the new Star Trek, was Eomer in LOTR.
I am waving hi to busterb from New Orleans! Hi buster!! :)
NNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!
When the roster came out, an 8:20 soccer game on saturday evening seemed like a great time. now, not so much.
You know that feeling, when you get a "lump in your throat" because you're about to cry, except it isn't really a lump, it's more like a very specific muscle cramp?
I've been having that muscle cramp all goddamn day. It's inside my throat, so it's not like I can really stretch it, except by drinking water in large swallows. But all that means is that my neck has hurt all day and I've been peeing all day.
As i always suspected.... "Tastes Like Butter" doesn't. :yelsick:
You know that feeling, when you get a "lump in your throat" because you're about to cry, except it isn't really a lump, it's more like a very specific muscle cramp?
I've been having that muscle cramp all goddamn day. It's inside my throat, so it's not like I can really stretch it, except by drinking water in large swallows. But all that means is that my neck has hurt all day and I've been peeing all day.
I hate that for ya. Hope it gets better. One of the worst pains I get is a charlie horse in my tongue. Weird, I know, but from time to time I get a very bad charlie horse under my chin in the tongue muscle and it hurts like hell. A result of a head neck injury back in 1988.
How am I supposed to get anything done!?! This kitten just cries and yells and climbs my legs until I pick him up and cuddle him.
Just use your bra as a kitten sling
What would I use as a bra then?
your spare bra. You'll have to launder them at night
You're not the boss of me.
Marathon cooking class today. We made; vegan black bean soup, spicy orange fish soup, and a turkey burger and quinoa meatloaf. The kids have mad skilz.
The sun, whose rays
Are all ablaze
With ever-living glory,
Does not deny
His majesty
He scorns to tell a story!
He don't exclaim,
"I blush for shame,
So kindly be indulgent."
But, fierce and bold,
In fiery gold,
He glories all effulgent!
I mean to rule the earth,
As he the sky
We really know our worth,
The sun and I!
I mean to rule the earth,
As he the sky
We really know our worth,
The sun and I!
Observe his flame,
That placid dame,
The moon's Celestial Highness;
There's not a trace
Upon her face
Of diffidence or shyness:
She borrows light
That, through the night,
Mankind may all acclaim her!
And, truth to tell,
She lights up well,
So I, for one, don't blame her!
Ah, pray make no mistake,
We are not shy;
We're very wide awake,
The moon and I!
Ah, pray make no mistake,
We are not shy;
We're very wide awake,
The moon and I!
Nice squirell!
I just found this spelling for sorcery: "sourcery". Two thumbs up. :) I like it.
Valerie Masterson kicking it Technicolor style:
[youtube]EcNtTm5XEfY[/youtube]
I haz Tasty Cakes.
:)
I want tasty cakes :(
A Code of Morals
Rudyard Kipling
Lest you should think this story true
I merely mention I
Evolved it lately. 'Tis a most
Unmitigated misstatement.
Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,
And hied away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border,
To sit on a rock with a heliograph; but ere he left he taught
His wife the working of the Code that sets the miles at naught.
And Love had made him very sage, as Nature made her fair;
So Cupid and Apollo linked , per heliograph, the pair.
At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her counsel wise--
At e'en, the dying sunset bore her husband's homilies.
He warned her 'gainst seductive youths in scarlet clad and gold,
As much as 'gainst the blandishments paternal of the old;
But kept his gravest warnings for (hereby the ditty hangs)
That snowy-haired Lothario, Lieutenant-General Bangs.
'Twas General Bangs, with Aide and Staff, who tittupped on the way,
When they beheld a heliograph tempestuously at play.
They thought of Border risings, and of stations sacked and burnt--
So stopped to take the message down--and this is what they learnt--
"Dash dot dot, dot, dot dash, dot dash dot" twice. The General swore.
"Was ever General Officer addressed as 'dear' before?
"'My Love,' i' faith! 'My Duck,' Gadzooks! 'My darling popsy-wop!'
"Spirit of great Lord Wolseley, who is on that mountaintop?"
The artless Aide-de-camp was mute; the gilded Staff were still,
As, dumb with pent-up mirth, they booked that message from the hill;
For clear as summer lightning-flare, the husband's warning ran:--
"Don't dance or ride with General Bangs--a most immoral man."
[At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her counsel wise--
But, howsoever Love be blind, the world at large hath eyes.]
With damnatory dot and dash he heliographed his wife
Some interesting details of the General's private life.
The artless Aide-de-camp was mute, the shining Staff were still,
And red and ever redder grew the General's shaven gill.
And this is what he said at last (his feelings matter not):--
"I think we've tapped a private line. Hi! Threes about there! Trot!"
All honour unto Bangs, for ne'er did Jones thereafter know
By word or act official who read off that helio.
But the tale is on the Frontier, and from Michni to Mooltan
They know the worthy General as "that most immoral man."
I haz Tasty Cakes.
:)
We all sort of knew that already. ;)
Figure Skating. I want to be able to jump, but not like this
[youtube]5NTVowwooyQ[/youtube]
:D
I would never even begin to jump like that, though, because I go the other way ;)
I am inexplicably melancholy today
Aw, the video was removed...what happened?
Aw, the video was removed...what happened?
Just go to youtube and search sasha cohen and you'll see a dozen copies of it.
Try this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmar_F2cBow:eek:
:rotflol::rotflol::rotflol:
Mum & Dad have been house-sitting and are back tomorrow about midday. And for once I'm not frantic spring-cleaning. All I need to do is hoover the living room, kitchen & hall. I should mop the kitchen floor really. But they'll only trample all over it when they're unpacking... Yay me. I've been very well behaved this time.
But I have to get up mega early (for me) tomorrow because I am covering for Mum who is supposed to also be house-sitting at my bro's parents-in-laws' house tomorrow. She won't be back in time, so I'm going over to take the dog out and feed the cat. It's about a 40 minute walk away, and I can't face that first thing. So I'm getting a taxi. Only I won't have the money to do so without going to the cashpoint down the road. And the money doesn't clear until tomorrow morning. Argh.
Once Mum relieves me I'll probably just sit around wondering what to do with myself, because I've been kept busy for the last few days (looking after Grandad and watching all the DVDs I don't get a chance to watch when they're home).
I hear about 100 children just say wow in unison, science is great.
I honestly have been sitting around wondering what to do with myself for the last few days.
Well, that and sorting things out for Mum and bill-paying and going shopping. But there has been a bit of thumb twiddling going on. Being sober and on a diet really seems to impact how much spare time I have. Tomorrow I will follow up on volunteering - the QPC haven't called me back.
I honestly have been sitting around wondering what to do with myself for the last few days.
Well, that and sorting things out for Mum and bill-paying and going shopping. But there has been a bit of thumb twiddling going on. Being sober and on a diet really seems to impact how much spare time I have. Tomorrow I will follow up on volunteering - the QPC haven't called me back.
Did you ever get the free version of WinRar installed on your machine? 'cause there's a bunch of audios on my BF account you could listen to :P
Oh, and my audible account doesn't require any unzipping of files: there are several books on there you are welcome to access. And a short (12 mins) interview with the Barrowman.
I admit I haven't.
The 'rents go away again on Valentine's Day. PM me your phone number in case of continuing user error, and I'll set to it then. And cheers for the reminder.
I'm on the 1st book in the series of two. Can't remember what its called - something about a blade. It's the one with Glokta and Ardee and the Bloody Nine in it. Really enjoying it, but can't read it when tired or anything else is happening. I seem to have lost my capacity for retaining names in fantasy books.
Read the Shadowmoon books, and the ones with the slave/ not-slave and the Prince/ not-Prince. And Only Human. Will review when I have them in front of me and not having to dredge them up from my rusting brain.
That'll give me something else to do!
Oh, that Blade sequence is awesome. Glokta is such a fabulous character. I think the one you are talking about is The Blade Itself; but it's actually a series of three. The Shadowmoon books was the series of two. But the Abercrombie books ( the ones you're reading currently) probably dont look like a trilogy, because one of them is a different edition and is much bigger than the other two, which are normal paperback size :P)
Before They are Hanged
The Blade Itself
The Last Argument of Kings
Yes, am on The Blade Itself (kept confusing it in my mind with The Knife of Never Letting Go) and just checked my room to see that indeed I do have The Last Argument of Kings.
I'll have to get down to it and get some reading done!
I have noticed that the hem lines on young women's shorts in 2010 are almost exactly where the waist lines on young women's jeans were in 2004.
I'm glad we got the kids some snow boots this year. It's always a toss up. Odds are almost as good that they will never need them as they will get use.
We've had like 24 inches of snow so far this season, and now we are supposed to get 20 inches starting tomorrow. Turns out, we should have gotten them gaiters too. This isn't Buffalo. What's going on? I thought Virginia was in the South?
We've had more snow the last couple of days. Fortunately it seems to be melting already! Very foggy though. Looks positively eerie out there.
So, you want your post count to go up? But can't think of anything worthy of its own thread? Post here!
Your random thoughts. Your useless post posting. Before you know it, you'll be a post whore extraordinaire!
Instead of a post whore, can I be a selective slut? :cool:
Ahem.....
Ah baby, I didn't mean nothing by it! Just trying to be cute...:o
J/K...
carry on. Just continue to "select" me...LOL
J/K...
carry on. Just continue to "select" me...LOL
ALWAYS and forever!! I promise! :lovers:
ugh.
I want my snow back, glatt.
had a dream about kittens last night; including a blue one with pale blue ticking. want!
Cats are supposed to represent female sexuality in dreams.
Perhaps this is a message from your subconscious that you need some vajazzling?
Don't we all, dear!? Don't we all!?
Actually I thoroughly cut back the undergrowth today.
And in doing so managed to give myself a tiny but nevertheless painful nick. By the old barking spider if you get my drift.
I cheered myself up by trying to think how I could get it into a post on here. Twelve hours later you gave me the perfect opportunity. I love it when a plan comes together.
I just watched the Barrowman on Wossy :) Much fun.
Actually I thoroughly cut back the undergrowth today.
And in doing so managed to give myself a tiny but nevertheless painful nick. By the old barking spider if you get my drift.
OUCH!! That can be a very painful 'paper cut'!!! The kind you just have to rub even though you know you shouldn't.
By the old barking spider if you get my drift
The
Barkingham Romford spider?
I'm proud of myself: i cooked tonight. Roast pork (a very small little roast); roast cippolino onions, and mashed potatoes.
Pork sammiches and potato cakes in my future.
Not is we get there first. :haha:
I am SO tired!
I haven't spelt more than 4 hours a night since Thursday.
Supposed to be going into town with Mum today, to buy my coach ticket to Amsterdam, can't even raise any enthusiasm for that!
Then again, I've been waiting around since 10.00 this morning, which might have something to do with it. Plus she's just been screaming at Dad because he didn't realise his driving licence had arrived in the post, which just makes me want to avoid her anyway...
Worst thing is, it's snowing. And I am taking no pleasure in it. In fact I wish it would stop.
Okay, it's not settling, which is giving it a pointless feel. But I don't think I've ever wanted it to stop snowing in my life before.
Fingers crossed I'll sleep tonight and be back to happy or at least not miserable by tomorrow.
I am SO tired!
I haven't spelt more than 4 hours a night since Thursday.
.
There's your problem right there Sundae! Stop spelling and get some bloody sleep lass!:P
Last night, I was lying awake deciding what criteria I would use when advertising for my housekeeper when I win the Lottery. Spelling would have made more sense.
The walk into town in the light snow snapped me out of my sleepy grump earlier today anyway. Seemed to do the same for Mum. Not only do I now have a ticket to Amsterdam (I'm really going!) I also have a street map and a guidebook (presents from Mum). Funnily enough, it's the last two that make it seem real!
I am now going back through all the notes I made from the guidebooks from the library and adding locations to the map. Have found some great places not mentioned in any of the books on TripAdvisor also (for example Rappers, a take-away place off Damrak that sells wraps). I am going to make the best of my small budget AND not have a disappointing meal AND not end up in McD's because I'm starving and footsore and it's familiar. I lie about the latter - I will at least go in there to get a tray insert for my bro. He'll probably have forgotten the tradition by now, given that I last went overseas ?6? years ago. But it will make me laugh anyway.
MUCH happier tonight. And not just because I got prizes. Because the funk has passed.
Getting more/different/aerobic exercise will help you sleep
...and if you video and post it, it'll help Sarge sleep :)
I'm tickled shitless!! My laptop had crashed well over a month ago and after our 911 computer tech checked it, worked on, and cussed it for several days, he called the HP help line and found out that my computer was still under warranty. (it was less than a 1yr old). He was able to send it in and after having the mother board and ram replaced it's like I have a brand new computer!! I'm loving it!!!
Can't fucking sleep...
Hating this crap.
We made the first small step in moving yesterday evening. We have decided to move to Juju's house in another small *town* just outside of where we live now. Moving is my least favorite job in the world. Only hurdle we have is that both of us were well established and now we have two complete households and only need one. So now we're going through the keep or toss thingie. We will be having one helluva yard sale soon.
There is no negative side to the move though. We will be right around the corner from our property (where we will be putting a new house some time this year). Also her parents live on the property, so we will be two minutes from them instead of thirty. That is a good thing in that we have to check on them on a nearly daily basis, as they are both confined to wheelchairs. Hers is a better house hands down. My house is built out of block and sweats and molds and mildews, which leads to an ongoing battle against lurking health hazards. Also I have obsolete wiring (the old fuse box clusterfuck) and she has the updated breaker system. You have to learn to live in my house, which is to say, you have to know not to run the oven and the dryer at the same time and if you use the microwave you need to be sure to turn the bathroom heater off. Sheesh. I won't miss that annoying shit a bit.
We spend the majority of our time in the kitchen and music room. Her house will give us over twice as much space as mine does for these areas. Yes, it takes a whole room for our music/entertainment gear, complete with wire spaghetti floors. I love it. I am very excited about it, but will rejoice when we finally get it behind us. My Cellar time (and other time for that matter) will most likely be limited until we get this done. Wish us luck.;)
I hate moving as well. We moved 13 times in 20 years, but after a while you get it down to a science, esp if a company is coming in and doing it for you.
The actual moving is the easy part, it's the sorting and decisions a mover can't do for you, that's hard.
TIP ~ no, that other sock isn't coming back some day. :haha:
Hooray!!! We have done the dreaded task of moving!!! It took 2 trips in a Uhaul and 3 hired hands but we did it! Now my weight room and garage are full of capnhowdy's belongings but it won't be long.
We moved in Saturday with Snow on the ground and it really wasn't that bad, just very tiring. After the movers left, we set up our bedroom first and both crashed after hot showers. Boy, did that bed feel good!
Sunday we went back to the 'block house' for a final walk through and to get the last of the a/c units out of the windows along with a few of capn's tools and such. We were going to take some of the carpets but after we moved out the furniture and saw just how bad the mold and mildew was we decided against taking the carpets. Capn didn't have any idea just how bad that stuff was until we started moving out.
His doctor told him that stuff could kill ya especially once it was stirred up! The doctor also said it was probably why Capn had such medical problems with his breathing and blood pressure. Just in the few days of being out of it, we are both feeling loads better! Plus it is helping since we are drinking well water and not city chemicals and we are also breathing fresh country air not city fumes.
Now the fun begins of sorting, selling, and putting up. The funny thing is we haven't advertised a yard sale and already people are stopping by wanting to look through our belongings!! I told Capn I would be glad when the garage didn't have anything in it so that people would stop trying to buy all our stuff we don't want to sell!!! Oh well, just a little fun part of the capnhowdy and juju journey!
Life is looking UP for these two lovebirds. :D
Glad you're in Ju & Cap'n.
I always get to a point when moving OUT where everything I do seems only to make things worse. It does not feel like a finite task at all, and I can never imagine getting to the point where I can actually leave.
Moving in is far better. You know you have plenty of time, and everything you do is so obviously a step forward rather than back.
Today I am waiting in for the post. Sounds like a passive thing to do, and quite relaxing, but I am already boiling over with frustration. Large items and items to be signed for usually come before I wake up, so last night I slept without earplugs and this morning I got up half an hour early. Nope, nothing.
The large item I'm waiting for was apparently dispatched last Friday. WHERE IS IT!?
A couple of smaller things, including one which was sent First Class Recorded definitely went yesterday. WHERE ARE THEY?!
I know you (snowed on Merkins) have had much worse post recently. But my impatience comes from the fact that we are not having any kind of bad weather here. Except in the Highlands, but I haven't ordered anything from there.
Meh. What makes it worse is there is no specific reason for wanting these things immediately. It is my own child-on-Christmas-Eve impatience. I am not suited to buying postal delivery items. I'd stop, but 90% of the time it really is the cheapest option available.
Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths.
ETA - Postie has just been! Yay! And even better, the skirt I ordered is even nicer than I thought. Second hand long black denim. It's both thicker, newer and longer than I could have hoped (in fact I doubt if it has ever been worn). Big stuff didn't arrive though. Grrrr.
And I finally got my machine back on line. I missed you guys. Really.
And I finally got my machine back on line.
That belongs in the "you're old" thread. :D
My LIFE is the "you're old" thread. Because I'm ....well.... OLD.
I should be happy today.
My luggage (the item I was waiting for above) arrived, as did a lovely present from Limey. Grandad appears to have come to the end of this holiday's case of the runs and I think I have the last of the poopy washing in the machine right now.
I am losing weight, I rode out my craving for alcohol last night and I did organised stuff this morning like eBay posting and dropping off my prescription.
But I'm not. Happy I mean.
I am bloody miserable.
I feel like I don't know what to do with myself and have no passion or enthusiasm for anything. Not even making plans for Amsterdam are rasing my spirits - then again it's hyper-planned already.
Dunno. Just a down day I suppose. Get through it and things will get better.
You need to get laid, Sundae.
ugh. I've about had it with all politicians. They spend all their time pointing fingers and blaming the other side, without getting anything done. They're the true pikers, lumberjim, and I just want to tell them to stfu and get back to work!
Aw crap. We've got a state election coming up, and a federal one not long away. Elections and voting don't bother me; all the message-massaged bullshit in the preceding month makes me nauseous.
You need to get laid, Sundae.
Amen to that!
Parts of what follows are whited out because they refer to menstruation - if that icks you out you won't see it by mistake at least.
So it turns out the reason for a number of things getting me down lately is the fact I am having a period. This is my first in years, so I'd forgotten how crummy they make me feel. For days I was feeling low and mopey - which I put down to a blip in my depression. And my charlies were SO heavy and SO sore! When I took off my bra each night I felt like I had two boulders dipped in pain hanging off me. And my belly wasn't right. Not at all. It also felt heavy and twingy, like something was rotting in there.
[COLOR="White"]Lo and behold, I go to the loo and black gunge comes out. Wha?! I know this as a sign that I am about to bleed and suddenly everything falls into place. It's not a heavy flow by any means - nothing on my panty liner, just plenty to wipe each time I go to the loo. But the other symptoms are as strong as I ever had them.[/COLOR]
I really hope this isn't a sign of things to come. My implant isn't due for renewal until August at least. If I'm going to start getting periods again, I might as well not bother having another one - the contraception is simply a side effect for me after all.
Anyway, now I know what my mystery ailment is, it's easier to deal with. Just hope it's all over & done with soon, because it's still pretty rotten. My sympathy to those of you who go through it every month.
[ My sympathy to those of you who go through it every month.
SG, that is the absolute 1 thing i did NOT miss when I went through my partial hysterectomy and then went through another surgery to remove 1 fallopian tube. I never, ever said, 'oh how i wish it would come back'!!!
it was so fun when they took out the baby bed and left in the the play pen!!
Anyone had a tubal reversal in their 40s then have a successful pregnancy?
I've heard of it but understand it can be more difficult after a reversal. In my case, they would have to put stuff back and I ain't having that!!!
Happy Belated Birthday to me, and Congratulations to me on the promotion/raise I got today! WooHoo! (Sorry, just needed a pat on the back, figured I'd find one here...been scarce around here, since I passed my test...Love and miss you guys!!!)
Congrats and belated happy day to you!
That test is a bear - isn't it?
Yeah - studying for my 66 and 6 now......
Glutton for punishment you are.
Straight up glutton. Hence the desire for more raises and promotions! Been working for two different offices altely, half day here, half day there - Lots more work, but worth it to put food on the table.
Congrats on the promotion, Queen!
Making my last sandwich for my Grandad today.
I'll kinda miss it.
My parents have more money than time (without having a lot of money!) But the last ten days I've made time to make Grandad a sandwich every day, and a little treat, and gone and had a cup of tea with him about 4 o' clock.
I know he has appreciated it. Okay, my ironing is nowhere near as good as Mum's. And I don't do a million other things she does that he would miss. But at the obvious end of things he has really enjoyed.
The only thing I feel bad about is that I haven't done it before. When you're drinking you have far better ways to fill your time than looking after other people.
Cooked up some stuffing last night, so he's having chicken & stuffing & lettuce. Ironically, he might not even enjoy it! He likes really simple sandwiches (which is why he's not getting Caesar Salad). Big hits this week have been egg - yes, just egg and salt - tinned red salmon and cucumber, cheese & tomato and sliced liver sausage.
Oh, I don't think I've said yet - I start volunteering at a local primary school on Friday. Two days a week - Friday and Monday. Working in the role of a teaching assistant. And yes, I told them up front about Amsterdam - I have three working days before I go, enough to get into the swing of things.
Happy and nervous. I bought some clothes from eBay all ready for the experience. Will have to post a pic of me in teacher gear!
Happy Birthday Queenie!
@ Sundae: the volunteering sounds really cool. I can totally see you that role.
Thanks Dana!
And I'd love to have you as a TA Cherry. You'd make me smile and brighten my school day.
Sounds fun S.G volunteering at a school!:)
I bought a budget friendly bare root Josephs coat climbing rose for $3.99. It is soaking in a bath right now.
I decided on a maple vine for an empty area where I've been wanting to plant a tree. The maple vines are truly beautiful. The vine I am thinking about grows small and narrow and is more hardy than the Japanese maple.This one in particular has red bark.
There is a tree farm near by. They sell grafts for $14
I am not really sure what a graft is compared to a 2 gallon. When the time comes I will ask.
A graft means they have grafted the business end of the plant onto the roots of a plant which (usually) has stronger and faste growing roots).
2-gallon is the size of the pot the plant comes in (and indicates the size of the rootball)
I did 110 roller-coaster inversions on my recent florida trip and Hebe just swam an awesome 100 breaststroke -dropped 11 seconds- and made the cut for Junior Olympics next weekend.
Thanks monster. I'm curious to see one.
and
woo hoo thumbs up for Hebe. :thumb:
I didn't want to create a thread in technology for this, but randomly complain about my experience with the Smartpen as shown in the video below:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rF11--7iN40
I bought 2 and neither worked, they did not record at all, not in audio or on the page....After trying to spend several hours with customer service trying to update the software and unable to uninstall the accounts created on their internet platforms and 4 days of returning and exchanging the item....It would not record...I loved it so. I held on to much hope.....
What did work that was cool outside of the major functions that were supposed to work that did not?
I was able to draw keys to a piano on the smart paper and actually play the keys, with audio notes pouring out of the pen. Cool!
I was also able to use a small portion of the translator option as it was a demo, and write in English, I was able to hear the word in the corresponding language Cantonese etc...after writing the word. Awesome qualities to the Smartpen...
Smartpen- I hope you are functional some day! I read the online bulletin board for the product. Unfortunately I was not the only one experiencing issues not only with the product, but with support.
Live a life that will give you memoirs worth writing, but live long enough to write them.
genital jewelry.
even though I've lived with it for almost a decade now, I was just thinking --
what a strange concept, you know?
whether you have genital pride, or prefer not to think about "down there" -- adorn yourselves! It's fun. and functional. and stuff.
I'm gonna go ahead an pass on that Cloud, but I'm glad you're enjoying yours.
I just made so much soup... crazy amounts of soup. With about a million vegetables.
What the hell do I want for my birthday? It's in 2 weeks.
Something good, but not too expensive. Everyone wants to know, and I have no idea myself.
Any ideas?
What the hell do I want for my birthday? It's in 2 weeks.
Something good, but not too expensive. Everyone wants to know, and I have no idea myself.
Any ideas?
A snow blower:D
Sorry glatt, all the good things I can think of are almost certainly in the realm of "too expensive."
Some kind of garage/woodworking gadget, maybe?
Yep. When I'm in doubt of what to get my dad or brothers, I get them something for their respective Man Caves!
Any kind of POWER tool! C'mon - this is an easy one.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh. That is all :mad:
seen in a job ad today
This is a bonified job that pays you for your activity and the amount of data that you provide.
:lol:
HA! Bonified.
Vernon T Waldrip is bonified!
Come work in our strip club, all of our clients are bonified....
here's another one for a "SIGN WAIVER" :lol:
Tax service needs an energetic person to waive a sign starting Monday 5 April from 12-6 daily until 17 April. The waiver I hired just called and said they cannot take the job. Here is your chance to make some easy money while you listen to your Ipod. Right near EMU on Washtenaw.
Hmm...I wanna post something, but I can't think of anything that deserves it's own thread. Should I post my post that is a post here?
Oh, wait...I just did. :D
I don't know Westwood much, but I'm loving the Masters tournament this year. Westwood the current leader, Mickelson trailing only one behind, Woods and Choi next...Couples in it.
Tomorrow should be some great golf!
Mickelson won the Masters! Wooohoooo.
And Tiger did great. It was wonderful golf.
I don't usually watch golf, but those guys were making some amazing shots.
Tigger was a bit uncool, IMHO, but I'm cool with that.
That's what I like about Tiger. He said, in an interview later, "I think people are making too big a deal about this. I didn't make such and such a shot, of course I'm not giong to be happy..."
I was taught sportsmanship, but I know personal frustration, and wanting to say to yourself "you SUCK"...he always has had that temper. I think all the eyes were on him because of his recent issues, but Tiger the Golfer is Tiger the Golfer. If he changed, he would be a different golfer. I don't want that.
Contrast that with Mickelson. Now, he was leading and not leading and leading again...but that man always smiles. He could hit the ball into the trees 16 times and he'd still have that grin on his face. He's a different player. I like him too!
OMG...how appropriate. My brother just emailed me to say dad just called him and he just got his SECOND hole-in-one in his lifetime. First one was a couple years ago in FL.
Woohooo :jig:
Someone is too stupid to have a computer
Although, a little might be said in their defense:
some old-timers grew up with typewriters, and for those, to turn Shift-lock off you just pressed shift.
Japanese (and maybe other Asian) keyboards require you to press shift and caps lock together to toggle caps lock. I had a frustrating time until I figured this out, and once had to type emails holding the shift key down to force the machine back into lower case.
ahem. "alright" is not a word.
just gotta say it somewhere!
Alright, Cloud, if you say so :P
On a more serious note: 'alright' is considered non-standard usage, and the more 'correct' way to express that sentiment would be 'all right'.
But ... there was a time when 'tomorrow' had to be treated as a compound word (to-morrow) and 'tomorrow' would have been considered incorrect. Language changes and evolves. The dropping of the second 'l' and the merging of the two words 'all' and 'right' is a natural progression and evolution of language.
It is a word if it is used by enough people as a word. Personally I have no problem with it. Alright?
My son is apparently unconcussable. That is now a word.
Are there bike messengers in Philly? I think I want to be a bike messenger...
I wonder if the new potty training movie is any good...it's called How to Drain Your Dragon.
It's staff appreciation week at work this week. There was a health fair at lunch today. I walked around and looked at the different booths. But I only stopped to guess how many golf tees were in a gallon jar for a chance to win a $100 cash card. I also entered some raffle for a bunch of health stuff like duffel bags, water bottles, and cook books.
Well I WON!!!!!! Woo hoo! I won a free health assessment at a local gym. For my prize, I get to be poked and prodded and given a hard sell to join a gym. :eyebrow:
My daughter has this nasty stuffed dog she has to sleep with. It was once white and had relatively long shaggy hair; now it is grayish and the fur on both sides is matted worse than dredlocks. But the strands are still separable along the top and underside, and twice now, she has unexpectedly awoken from her nap because she completely entwined one finger in the mass of fur and the circulation to her fingertip was cut off.
So today, after I pinned her flailing arm down long enough to cut the thing off her purple finger, I gave her stuffed dog a haircut. He's looking much more sleek now.
aww, you're nice.
I've been wanting a new computer chair. NoW, the old one I am sitting in is falling apart!
wtf!
Nah, I'm actually kind of mean--I did it even though I knew there was a decent chance she might freak out at the alteration to her special doggie (she didn't, fortunately.) I had this lingering fear that one day she wouldn't wake up in time, or I wouldn't hear her crying right away, and she'd lose her dang fingertip.
human hair detangler works ok on stuffies, sometimes...-
ya'but you could have just thrown it away.
You cut the fur but did so to satisfy safety needs and to let her keep her beloved fur ball.:)
ahem. "alright" is not a word.
just gotta say it somewhere!
Neither is the word Abices. Spell checker won't let me get away with it. Writing "Abacuses" bothers me.........Dana has a great view on this topic about root words and transformations, as it used to be Apices which is much closer to the way,
I want to spell it.
When I write "Abacuses" it's comparable to the feeling of nails across a chalkboard. This closes the discussion before I have to write it again and annoy myself. :D
ahem. "alright" is not a word.
just gotta say it somewhere!
It AIN'T? Well, irregardless...
;)
Abacus ... abaci. Well, the spell checker doesn't like it, but it works in crosswords.
When they do it you're never there
When they show it you stop and stare
Abacab isn't anywhere
Finally... 400 Posts. Took me four fuckin' years to get there too.
That's quite an achievement. What's that come out to? About one post a day. :)
Somebody give me a cookie.
Finally... 400 Posts. Took me four fuckin' years to get there too.
That's quite an achievement. What's that come out to? About one post a day. :)
Somebody give me a cookie.
Maybe a calculator would serve you better than a cookie. ;)
My post count is so low, "how low" It's so low my 10 yr old laughs at me.
My post count is so low, "how low" It's so low my 10 yr old laughs at me.
Don't all 10 year olds laugh at their parents? My teens have turned to grunts...I miss the laughing!
Yes, yes they do. My child is moving into the look phase. They give you that look and you want to smack them and hug them at the same time. I know this is not pc. I always opt for the hug.
Ketamine.
Just say neigh.
No, Meth seems to be the drug of choice around here. I like wine a little.
Sorry, that wasn't a reply, just a bit of random post-whoring.
Very little wine, Getting ready for allot of rain. There goes the weekend ride . My prediction, big, Big, BIg, BIG, storms this weekend in the Midwest and the Ohio valley.
Good, milk 'em dry before they get here. :haha:
Just when I thought everyone went to bed. POST
I have somthing in my wallet that says I'm of the Bruce....chest think....
Just got back from vets. Pilau had minor surgery under light sedation. Now he's all floppy and his legs won't work properly :P Poor little wolf.
Awwww, give him an ear rubbin' for me. :(
post whoring to amuse myself and because I have a new title and sig.
Awwww, give him an ear rubbin' for me. :(
*chuckles* I just did this :P
and . . . poor baby Pilau!
On a more serious note: 'alright' is considered non-standard usage, and the more 'correct' way to express that sentiment would be 'all right'.
But ... there was a time when 'tomorrow' had to be treated as a compound word (to-morrow) and 'tomorrow' would have been considered incorrect. Language changes and evolves. The dropping of the second 'l' and the merging of the two words 'all' and 'right' is a natural progression and evolution of language.
It is a word if it is used by enough people as a word. Personally I have no problem with it. Alright?
I just check oxfered it is ok with them
We are what we do say ,think , feel and do.
I don't know how much I care what other people think of me . Strangers I give no value to what they think of me, my friends more , my employers the most ,
but my others, ... relationships are weird, .
in my friend world if they don't like how I am day to day they can go fuck themselves if they don't like how I don't need to be around them.
But in a relationship one should be a friend but on that is the main focus of one's life. But how much should you change for a person, how much can you change as a person at all. I know about brain elasticity and how personality is seeped through the brain but truly how much can you change or even should. Show you change your morals your, goals for life, you dress, your diet?
Who is truly to say who you are. Is there a real self or is there just what you tell people or perhaps just a copulation of what you say and do.
do you live in what is thought about you or are you immoral in you soul?
I think the soul is real I know most don't these days but it is said that would happen.
I know by inuistion that the soul is real and we will reap what we have sown with our lives each and every time we live.
Each life is uice no two are ever the same nor can be the same, phicses dictates they can not.
slowly I am dieing each day.
you only know what I post. All the rest of me is for lost
A friend is only a friend is if they are with you in the bad times as well as good.
Hurrah! I just saw the tooth fairy! Thor should be happy in the morning. I hate it when she needs to visit and beest is out of town. I think she's scared of me, or something.
seen in a job ad today
Quote:
This is a bonified job that pays you for your activity and the amount of data that you provide.
:lol:
here's another one for a "SIGN WAIVER" :lol:
Quote:
Tax service needs an energetic person to waive a sign starting Monday 5 April from 12-6 daily until 17 April. The waiver I hired just called and said they cannot take the job. Here is your chance to make some easy money while you listen to your Ipod. Right near EMU on Washtenaw.
__________________
Here's the latest....
Part-time Residential House Cleaner needed.
Must have previous experience in deep-cleaning, detailed cleaning and surface cleaning with good work
ethnics
:lol:
You are SO close. You can do it, Champ! :)
Put up two palm tree muriels on the fence outside.
I tried and tried to resist any decorations for this Friday, but they were so cheap and so tempting.
Have promised myself that if Mum decides they are tacky (they are) and wants them down I will comply. And I won't sulk.
I will take a picture beforehand though.
And allow me some gentle mourning....?
My eBay purchases should start arriving tomorrow.
I. Am. Excited.
I suspect I buy from eBay for the sheer pleasure of getting things through the post. The fact that it really is the cheapest option (especially without a car - postage is usually cheaper than busfare) is just a happy coincidence :)
I remember when I was thought slightly old-fashioned and quirky for buying mail-order. But even then people would ask "Where did you get that?" I like the fact internet purchases have enlivened what is still effectively mail order. And people still ask me where I bought things....
You're a complete shopaholic. You need a job working in a props department somewhere.
As I opened this thread I was thinkg, "Don't tell me off Monnie!"
Phew. Ducked that bullet.
Everything has arrived except the habenero popcorn and the strawberry daiquiri mix - both of which Mum was sanctioned (and paid for). She hasn't seen the muriels yet as it's been raining...
:lol:
You're also waiting for someone to question muriels aren't you :p:
You're a complete shopaholic. You need a job working in a props department somewhere.
Are you insane? SG, with an employee's discount? :eek:
You're also waiting for someone to question muriels aren't you :p:
Nah... we know who'll get it :)
Are you insane? SG, with an employee's discount? :eek:
Hmmmm.... good point. I was bad enough at Asda when I worked there. Imagine me with the ability to theme and decorate everything in my life!
Nah, I meant buying the props for plays/commercials etc, not selling them. bargain-hunting on a theme on someone else's budget? Perfect!
I lack the social skills for that kinda position.
I'd love to meet a party planner with an opening for a theme-crazy artistic decorator.
But I don't have the chutzpah to put myself out there.
Hey - if you know anyone looking for a submissive but creative partner willing to work for minimum wage plus leftovers let me know! Sadly that job pool encompasses Arts, Design and PR graduates...
Just popping in to post this...Hilarious!
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What do you get when you cross the Smurfs with $500 million?
Avatar.
I want more beer pretty goddamned soon.....
I just got a golden ale and a pita!
This weekend I have done all the regular chores and dusted, swept, vacuumed and/or mopped the entire house, raked the driveway, took the roof racks off my car, and for good measure, covered the kitchen windows in bubble wrap.
Good for you Zen. I am still staring at chores that need to be done. It will be a working weekend until tomorrow. Bleeergh. This does inspire me..
er . . . bubble wrap?
Double glazing for tenants. Mostly for the warmth, but the slight blurring effect helps with privacy too.
Where is that little "grammar nazi" comic strip that someone posted a few days ago made out of shots from Inglorious Basterds? I've searched everywhere and I can't figure out what thread it was in.
CBS is bringing back Hawaii Five O. cool!
seen on Animal Planet just now:
"that's because the dominant bull [moose] can sometimes avoid a fight just be intimidating the other male with the size of his rack"
still laughing
Where is that little "grammar nazi" comic strip that someone posted a few days ago made out of shots from Inglorious Basterds? I've searched everywhere and I can't figure out what thread it was in.
I can't get no love, huh? Nobody even remembers who posted it?
This? I don't know who posted it, but I remember it.
I just poured beer down my cleavage, lol.
missed my mouth, whoops!
the beer isn't showing up well . . . kinda moist, but . . . gee, sorry, can't get a good pic.
delete
the scene at the beginning of The Two Towers showing Gandalf fighting the balrog is just the coolest!
I'm trying to put together a fan (put the base on) and it's stupid kludge. How the hell am I supposed to "line up the screws" if I can't see them? grrrrrr.
TheDaVinciChode's post slowly, and timidly begins to remove its clothing, as it lists the prices for various types of intercourse.
(laffs) now, that's approprio-funny!
puhleeze... get a fuckin' room
Am watching Cats on tv (Ovation) and laffing at the '80s legwarmers!
puhleeze... get a fuckin' room
Are you asking for a room, with my post?
My post is such a slut. :(
A room is extra.
A classy post will always use a room, though.
If the post offers to do it out in the open, rather than via private message, you may get a textually transmitted disease. :greenface
you may get a textually transmitted disease.
bwahahaha - good one!
Hopefully, someday, youse guys will be able to get some post without paying for it. A little concealer and some highlights can do wonders. Also, it might help if you didn't talk at first.
:lol:
Hopefully, someday, youse guys will be able to get some post without paying for it. A little concealer and some highlights can do wonders. Also, it might help if you didn't talk at first.
:lol:
What was that?
... Sorry, I was distracted by the letter "p" stuck between your front teeth.
... What have you been doing in this thread? I hope you used a word filter. :greenface
oh I see, chode like a little pee! dirty boy.
oh I see, chode like a little pee! dirty boy.
Everyone likes a little pee, every now and then.
I'm glad I'm still young enough to decide WHEN I like to pee, though. ;)
My gift, to you... Consider it an olive-branch, of peeace:
Phreak. There you go, royal piss boy, a big Pee.
Phreak. There you go, royal piss boy, a big Pee.
I've seen bigger. ;)
Coming in or going out? :eek:
Coming in or going out? :eek:
Backwards pee... that'd be awkward. :thepain:
Are you feeling out of touch with what's hot in the elementary school scene these days?
It's
Silly Bandz.
Silly Bandz and their ilk are all the rage at my kids' school right now. Their friends at other schools around town are also nuts about these things. So I just did a quick
Google news search, and see that it's a phenomenon that's sweeping the nation. Now you know.
What are Silly Bandz? Rubber bands in different shapes. You trade them with friends, and wear them on your wrist.
Yesterday, after about two weeks of hearing about these things, I learned that at least one teacher has announced that he will confiscate any that he sees, the trading and bickering over them is too disruptive.
That is all.
My nieces have, like, a kajillion of them! I got to meet each and every one of them individually (LOOK Aunt Shaw, it's a dog, it's a dolphin [no, i said, it's a shark] it's a turtle!)
I'd make them wear them on their necks. tightly.
Some school have banned them. Gimme a friggin break. :rolleyes:
Last time I was at the mall I got the kids some glow in the dark ones, and some fruit scented ones. Cheap happiness.
dollar stores have packs of them real cheap. Its a lot better than a lot of things.
The kids around here are trading them with each other too.
I recently saw some with sports team logos instead of animals.
I remember the convos. we had about the superior Chinese work ethic, and I argued to support the quality of life we expect here in the united states. I am wondering now what our American friend working remotely in China thinks of the blessed over-worked and underpaid work ethic in China in light of the foxxconn suicides.
I was going to post the articles of the corporate fueled suicides in my weird news thread...but really it isn't weird considering their conditions "ethics".
Some school have banned them. Gimme a friggin break. :rolleyes:
It's School Rule 34: If it exists, there is a school somewhere that has banned it.
I think that the collecting and trading stuff--whether cards, toys, bracelets, or whatever can indeed be disruptive and distracting to kids in school. My BD#2 had to forbid any kind of trading--Pokeman, etc.-- for Grandson #1, because he would get into trouble with other kids over it, not pay attention in class, etc. That's a parental control, which is probably better than school control, but I can see the point.
I, for one, am sick of children having fun! It's out of control.
Seriously, I'm trying to remember what would have been comparable in my childhood and I don't remember anything...it was even before Beanie Babies. :)
"We are writing to inform you of proposed modifications to your property frontage within the existing legal right-of-way along Main Street as part of the Borough's proposed Streetscape Project".
Bring it, bitches. Streetscape the fuck out the place for all I care.
....Seriously, I'm trying to remember what would have been comparable in my childhood and I don't remember anything...it was even before Beanie Babies. :)
that's because, like me, you were too busy finding a light to smoke a cig in the restroom between classes while drinking a nice big cup of java! :cool:
that's because, like me, you were too busy finding a light to smoke a cig in the restroom between classes while drinking a nice big cup of java! :cool:
That's what I'm talking about! We collected switch-blades and empty smoke packs! :lol:
click clacks, baseball cards.
And black superballs. We'd hit them with a baseball bat and put them into orbit.
Yeah, clackers and superballs! Yay!
I don't remember them causing any problems during school, though, except the occasional "outing of someone's eye."
oh and yeah...listening to foreigner's new single "feels like the first time"
The cake was yummy and my bra is digging in.
"We are writing to inform you of proposed modifications to your property frontage within the existing legal right-of-way along Main Street as part of the Borough's proposed Streetscape Project".
Bring it, bitches. Streetscape the fuck out the place for all I care.
Is that a warning that there me be some emminent domain shit happening to your property?
Speaking of which - What exactly DOES that mean?
it's where the government steals your land and throws a few dollars at you.
But but but - IIRC there isn't that much room out front of their place as it is. What are they gonna do start putting street signs on the front door?
nah. Jinx will take care of it. She'll dress her cats up with some tattoos and vinyl and scare all the evil government workers away. Jim will be so happy when he gets home he'll record himself singing a song and a take a picture of jinx trying not to laugh at him. Then they'll have posts for about 8 different threads telling us about their day.
Is that a warning that there me be some emminent domain shit happening to your property?
Nothing that serious - they (the borough) just want to spend grant money re-doing our sidewalks, curbs, driveway entries... We'll lose our fence but they'll replace it. I don't know what's going to happen with our big weeping cherry tree. Would be a sin to harm it. Gotta look into that more.
The plan to put in a traffic light - now that pisses me right the crap off. Not gonna allow that to happen without putting up a gigantic stink.
Nothing that serious - they (the borough) just want to spend grant money re-doing our sidewalks, curbs, driveway entries... We'll lose our fence but they'll replace it. I don't know what's going to happen with our big weeping cherry tree. Would be a sin to harm it. Gotta look into that more.
The plan to put in a traffic light - now that pisses me right the crap off. Not gonna allow that to happen without putting up a gigantic stink.
If you can't win you might be able to get them to put in a quaint old fashioned one, we did that with our post office. They were going to put in a heinous brick mausoleum and we historicalled them into putting up a nice, vinyl sided, faux Victorian office building. I sound snarky, but it is a heap better than what was planned.
There's 1 big accident in the intersection every year - caused by the parking on the street that blocks the view of cars coming. If they would just not allow street parking for a few hundred feet in each direction everything would be fine. But they say that would hurt the business of the pizza place (owner of which is opposed to street light) - but pizza place has parking in the rear.
It's stupid.
The people who are all for don't live near the intersection (mostly self-important volunteer firemen who stand around drinking coffee, spitting tobacco juice, and talking about 'something needs to be done" once a year when there's an accident) - the people that are against it do.
It's not about how the light would look, it's about big trucks slowing down, idling, and accelerating right in front of my house. That would suck.
Are the trucks just trying to avoid paying turnpike tolls?
I read that as "turnpike trolls". It made me laugh. Turnpikes would be waaay awesomer if they really did have trolls wandering around demanding payment.
Idk UT, avoiding tolls or avoiding rt30.
Argh! Do you have good windows? I was in a house once where there was noise outside, but it was totally quiet inside, and they said the replacement windows changed everything wrt noise.
Original windows. Might as well not have any...
Argh! Well FWIW this place had Pella windows and it was right off a busy street, but it might as well have been a recording studio on the inside. Get the borough to pay for replacements!
it's where the government steals your land and throws a few dollars at you.
Oh no, they just do what they want on their right-of-way, and you still pay taxes on the land.
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Fantastic kayaking yesterday. Weather wasn't too hot, water wasn't too cold... the kids are old and capable enough at this point that I don't worry the whole time. In fact the boy is ready to graduate from his kid boat into my old Dagger.
First of many trips down the river this year. Yay!
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Vid2 For you girls that use makeup primer, like Smashbox's photofinish, which can be very expensive: look for anti-chafing gel with dimethicone in your drugstore--same thing, and far less expensive!
Where's the BurnedLikeJesus sockpuppet?
Do any of you guys drain the fat out of cooked ground beef by pouring it through a pasta strainer?
Mr. Clod does this, and it baffles and disgusts me.
Do any of you guys drain the fat out of cooked ground beef by pouring it through a pasta strainer?
Mr. Clod does this, and it baffles and disgusts me.
Never thought of doing this, but it makes sense, sorta. Why does it baffle and disgust you?
Because... because it's a pasta strainer. It would be like cutting your steak with a cheese slicer, it's just not right. But that's just the baffling part. The disgusting part is the fat clogs the mesh and is a pain in the ass to clean out again.
Do any of you guys drain the fat out of cooked ground beef by pouring it through a pasta strainer?
Mr. Clod does this, and it baffles and disgusts me.
Well yes but we just have strainers of various different gauges. They don't have specific names or purposes, we just use which ever one is clean and best fits the purpose. Only exception being the fine plastic sieve for flour. It would be nasty if either pasta or beef was strained through that.
line the colander with paper towels first. The fat still drains, but is soaked up by the paper towels, which you can then just discard.
I just use the lid. Easier to clean.
the lid of what? oh, by holding the lid of the pain over and pouring it out?
Hot. and awkward. but as long as you're not pouring the fat down the drain, it's okay. I actually have a strainer that's meant to be held over a pot like that. It's flat, and moon shaped sorta, and has a handle. That works, but I still think my paper towel idea is best, because you get rid of more fat like that.
Why use a colander at all if you don't intend to pour the fat anywhere? Also, from my experience with this method, I'd say the meat's going to stick to the paper towel and all that paper's not very environmentally friendly.... But if you wanted to use this method I'd suggest putting the towel under the colander so it can soak up the fat without touching the meat.
Maybe the difference in perceived best approach comes from quantities involved. I'm cooking for 5 -that's a whole load of fat to soak up.....
It's OK to pour fat down your waste disposer.
I just tilt the pan and scoop the meat upward to serve. The fat collects in the bottom while the meat gets pushed uphill. Then you have a pan full of nothing but grease, and you can either pour it down the garbage disposal, or pour it into an airtight container and save this freshly-rendered lard for other purposes. (I don't really do this, I'm just saying you could, if you wanted to go all Civil War Granny.)
ah, I usually add sauce/liquid ingredients after the fat is removed, so I need the meat in the pan and the fat elsewhere.
which is why I usually dump the whole thing into the colander, then it's easy to dump the meat back in the pan.
but I only cook for one, so 1 pound of meat is usually too much for me, so volume may affect your method, I agree
but doesn't the paper render the holes in the colander useless?
yes, and sometimes I just put it in a bowl. I guess I'm just used to thinking about straining into a colander so I usually reach for that.
I always buy lean mince (and most often turkey or Quorn) so it doesn't come up.
But my SIL's tip for cleaning up the fat after cooking sausages/ bacon (grilled or fried) is to soak it up with bread and feed it to the birds. Seems to work well. Dad's Mum used to save it for the next fry-up. Yummy.
I had garlic bread with lunch.
My breath now really stinks of garlic.
I have until 19.00 tonight to shift it. Am off the my bro's for the England game.
But the slattern in my head says, "They eat garlic anyway! Don't worry about it!"
Bad news: My air conditioning crapped out on me last night. Forecast for today: 103 degrees.
Good news: Advantage of renting--I called my apartment office and asked them to fix it, so when I came home today--blessed coolness!
Ahhhhh!
slattern - my new word for the day
Thank you SG
Am I happy to be starting a new term? I suppose. I'd rather have a job.
Ok onto the big all about me post (gettingmypostwhoreon) before I get really busy again.
The perennials I planted last year are doing lovely this spring. I have lavender, white bleeding heart, hyssop,oriental and Iceland poppies which are dropping babies. I have not planted my pacific fire yet, nor have a bought a new computer chair.
For the weekends I put up a matchstick blind that partially obstructs my view from the people at the pool. They cannot see into my apartment and it is very sound proof with the windows closed but I sometimes feel I am watching reality TV when I do not really want to witness every time someone bends over in my direction or see the constant motion out of my peripheral vision. I hope it makes them feel less on display I know it helps me feel they are.
I took the flower pic a month ago with a cheap little finepix I picked up.
The second picture is an early am shot of the full window to the pool area. The third is how it looks with my matchstick privacy screen.
I love poppies, they are just so pretty.
I think so too. I was hoping the hummers would think so but so far no luck. For the last year I have been trying to create a little hummer garden but so far they are just not interested. A year might seem like a long time but I actually only have a couple months to make the flowers be there ( blooming )at the exact moment the hummingbirds are. I just planted a clematis for next year or even this fall. I have a floor to ceiling window in that little corner and it would be perfect for viewing the little buggers.
Oldest grandchild turns 13 today. Yikes!
Argh! Well FWIW this place had Pella windows and it was right off a busy street, but it might as well have been a recording studio on the inside. Get the borough to pay for replacements!
I know a guy who does custom work for Pella if you really want to squeeze your fellow taxpayers.
Jim fired off an angry letter to the mayor the other day, we'll see how that goes... I'd love new windows but would prefer no traffic light.
For the Philly locals:
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I was messing about with my hair and poked myself REALLY HARD in the eye with my little finger. I felt it squidge my eyeball!
It was so grim.
It took 30 mins before I couls see properly out of that eye. And it still hurts 90 minutes later.
Poor poor me.
And what an idiot.
And I keep thinking it's Tuesday, which mucks up any plans I'm trying to make about tomorrow (as in it's not the next England game, Grandad isn't at his daycare centre and various other Wednesday specific things).
Grrrrrrr.
Oh, got two fabulous new bras from M&S today though.
VERY plain, but fit most excellently - even my Mum will approve (she is very critical of my cleavage - she thinks boobies are inappropriate and tacky on someone my age and size). Now I can wear my existing white top to dinner next week instead of buying a new one. I did buy one actually, but I'm taking it back. It looked better on the hanger.
even my Mum will approve (she is very critical of my cleavage - she thinks boobies are inappropriate and tacky on someone my age and size).
What would she have you do with them? Don't most women your age and size have breasts?
Oh and to keep the meme going - I'm not sorry bout yer fing-err eye.
I just overheard the nicest thing someone s
Ya breezy, like a ho wantin' money, ya know?
Dont ya wanna, aint ya gonna, should ya oughta?
Please circle yes or no.
There were 5 garbage trucks in our 250-house neighborhood, all leap-frogginf each other empyting the trash cans. WTF?
Shaw, take the orange pill
I gotta take wut? Will it make me smaller? Will it make me taller? Dunno. Gimme yers.
What would she have you do with them? Don't most women your age and size have breasts?
I'm sposed to minimise them - strap them down.
Not have them "jiggling and joggling", "bobbling about" or "really in my face". Yes, direct quotes.
At the football the other week she commented on the fact that as I was jogging my foot up and down it was making my boobs jig too.
Me - "Oh Mum, no-one's watching!"
Mum - "You're just like your father! So defensive!"
Me - "It's just because you comment on my boobs all the time!"
End of convo.
I felt bad afterwards, that I had over-reacted. But it was true, damnit. If she'd just commented on my foot instead I would have quipped back about burning calories or something.
I admit - am overly sensitive when it comes to Mum's comments.
Ha Haa! This is a frustrated posting in Craigslist job ads. I responded to it as it not only amused me, I empathized.
"I'V BEEN LOOKING FOR A JOB AND SENDING MY RESUME TO THE POSTING AND NO ONE CALLS!!!!!!! I HAVE EXPERIANCE IN CUSTOMER SERVICE, MANAGEMENT, AND SALES I DON'T UNDERSTAND"
The ad posting was similar. In caps. Loved it.
let it go SG - Thats what Mums are for.
LOL AT CICERO! ! ! !
HA HAH AHAHAHAAAAA
Just had portfolio evaluations. The weight is off, the kids be'd edumacated .
Good job. That must have been a bit nerve racking.
It is.
It always goes well - but I always obsess that if it doesn't, we're screwed, the year is over.
Are they pretty hard core about it? I would imagine that keeping really good records would be the key, other than your end of year testing, that really counts.
Keeping, and organizing, everything is key. You have to show a full year's work to the evaluator (in about a 1/2 hour), who is currently licensed to teach the grades being evaluated. PA only requires standardized testing in grades 3,5, and 8 - so we skipped it this year.
The home schooled neighbor kid was held back a year based on an evaluators recommendation to the school district - it's not just a rubber stamp thing for sure.
We (the school I volunteer for) had an OFSTED inspection a couple of months back (an Orwellian abbreviation to do with office and education I think)
It's not enough to teach the children; evidence has to be available to check. I spent a whole morning today glueing worksheets into science books. Not because of this year's inspection, just because that's the way education works now. Of the three topics I was glueing in, one a "mini-beasts" hunt. In other words we went looking for insects. It was numeracy and identifying and drawing and writing. But it only counted if it was written up with a heading and a date and the objective was clearly stated and achieved and the work is shown and is marked and a comment made by the teacher. A thirty minute session in school time and an added thirty minutes out of school time for a teacher/ TA/ Parent Helper.
I understand that the need for evidence can be used to judge sub-standard schools. But I'm lucky enough to work in a superb school and I still know they could not function as well as they do without parent commitment. That seems terrible to me. If a good school needs 4-5 parents (and me, a non-parent) a week to meet the targets of reading and recording and practice and art, what about the schools that don't have that?
Well, I know what happens to those schools. Or local estate school is failing. Our Councillor blames the parents for not being engaged. He's probably right, but it seems like a double bind for the children involved. One of the issues is how to motivate parents from different cultural backgrounds, especially when English is not spoken at home. He's appealed to the community to take more interest in education, and I hope he succeeds - we don't need ghetto education in a town this size.
Sorry, wandered off subject. But I was being a post whore so I forgive myself. St Cherry, patron saint of thread-drift-non-drift.
Keeping, and organizing, everything is key. You have to show a full year's work to the evaluator (in about a 1/2 hour), who is currently licensed to teach the grades being evaluated. PA only requires standardized testing in grades 3,5, and 8 - so we skipped it this year.
The home schooled neighbor kid was held back a year based on an evaluators recommendation to the school district - it's not just a rubber stamp thing for sure.
From what you say it seems to me that the power to pass or fail a single family is left up to one person. How do you know that person is qualified to make that kind of judgement? Hell, people we trust with our kids in public school often don't seem qualified to evaluate, teach, or test.
I saw the most horrific thing in a parking lot this afternoon.
It was an IKEA delivery truck--small as far as those things go, more like the size of a U-Haul truck--and one entire side of the trailer was a huge flatscreen TV screen, looping an IKEA infomercial, including loud audio. Holy fucking road hazard, Batman.
Now, it was idling, and I came in and left again before it moved, so maybe, just maybe, this video does not actually play while the truck is driving down the highway. But I'm inclined to think it does, because one of the sound effects in the infomercial was a very startling truck horn honking. It actually honks at you to make sure you're watching the 10-foot-tall television instead of driving.
See, that is why Americans need enormous cars.
'cause sometimes, there's some things that just need to be run off the road.
Okay, this is fairly amazing; a crocheted representation of Terry Pratchet's Discworld:
http://www.planetjune.com/blog/amigurumi-discworld/The girl acquired a right distal radius buckle fracture about 5 minutes after we arrived at the gym today. Cast on tuesday.
The new ER at Paoli is pretty impressive. There was an illegal alien wanting to get stitched up in the next room but refusing to answer any questions.
Cloud, that is great, thanks.
There was an illegal alien wanting to get stitched up in the next room but refusing to answer any questions.
He wouldn't answer 'cause he was worried they were going to stitch him up for something.
The girl acquired a right distal radius buckle fracture about 5 minutes after we arrived at the gym today. Cast on tuesday.
Summer in a cast... irritating.
... and itchy. Sorry to hear that Jinx.
Sorry for the girl, Jinx.
Is there still at least a cool factor to it?
Hang on - homeschooled (and coming up to summer anyway) I guess there aren't as many kids to impress with it. And the worst weather otherwise.
If you manage to get her in a kayak I'd love to see pics :)
I'm going through the volunteer database at the mo.
I have 2.5 days left at school then nothing for 6 weeks.
And I know Mum will e.x.p.l.o.d.e. if I don't find myself something to do during the holidays.
I shouldn't be so mingy about it - even if I get stuck with something I don't like I guess I only have to stick it for 6 weeks. More likely 4 once I get trained up and then start back at school beginning September.
And there is a good chance I'll find something I enjoy... Maybe.
They want volunteers on the maternity ward - welcoming, door monitoring (to prevent baby snatching, sadly) and escorting postnatal parents to the waiting area. Sounds like something I can do.
Another which has caught my eye is pushing the Chaplain around on ward visits. She is in a wheelchair. A good way to sweat off a few pounds? The Chaplin is described as "small", but they want volunteers to push patients to chapel on Sunday mornings too. I reckon I could handle a little old lady or too. As long as I don't have to sit in...
I'll find something.
Watch this space.
Is paid work still not an option at this point, SG?
Sorry for the girl, Jinx.
Is there still at least a cool factor to it?
Hang on - homeschooled (and coming up to summer anyway) I guess there aren't as many kids to impress with it. And the worst weather otherwise.
If you manage to get her in a kayak I'd love to see pics :)
Apparently there are waterproof liners that can go inside a fiberglass cast so it can get wet. The ER doc said it just depends on what's available at the ortho - but I'm thinking we might ortho shop if it's not available at the one we've made an appointment with. It's important, for swimming and kayaking. I just can't see her having to sit these out or 4-6 weeks.
Yes, she's home schooled, but school has been over since June 1. She has cheerleading camp and then practices comeing up on a few weeks... will have to make due impressing all the kids at the gym (they have summer camp there, as well as members like us) until then.
What I'm looking for is work with children - I'd be willing to take even part time and then any number of additional part time work to support that.
That way I'd still be moving towards my goal of full time teaching assistant position.
From September I will volunteer three days a week.
To be reviewed (by me) at Christmas.
If I'm up to three days a week with no trouble, I'll accept I have to go back into an office short term. I'd still have my volunteer experience behind me if and when there is a vacancy within a five mile radius.
At present the job opportunities locally are limited. In every field, even jobs I do not want to take or am unqualified for.
The only real option available would be the office based admin that brought me down so far last time. And saying that I haven't even seen one of those jobs recently. I do look every week.
I'm also looking at working as a volunteer for the Brownies/ Guides.
Again, that would look great on my CV and keep my hand in.
That's part of the plan which involves taking any job I can to get back in the workplace.
Do they have summer reading programs at the library, SG?
that might be a good place to volunteer. Maybe you could even start one if they don't have one?
Also, get first-aid and CPR certified. that's great on your CV too, when you want to work with kids.
Most kids get waterproof casts in the summer. I'm amazed at the number I see swimming with them. And they're such cool colors too. You can't really write on them like the old plaster of paris ones, though -Sharpie works OK, and nail polish..... but at least they're cool colors to start off with.
Good plan re the first aiding.
I wonder if I could get a discount if I volunteer for them - £117.50 otherwise :eek:
I know they're after drivers - might not be a bad ida to brush up those skills either.
It's a worthwhile investment, though -can you get any help with course fees?
That sounds really high - IS there a local YMCA or something like it? They usually offer courses for about $30-$50. Sometimes they are free.
This is the St Johns Ambulance - it's the standard body for certification. Certainly the First Aiders at school have their qualifications from them.
I'm going to contact them and ask if any discounts apply or if I could volunteer with them in order to obtain a discount.
I'm looking at funding information too, but it's all so complicated and doesn't seem to apply to me...
Well thats good. I'm sure you'll figure it all out. I'd still check with the school or someone who works there ... they may have a less expensive alternative or know about funding/discounts.
yup, looks to me like if you volunteer, they will train you
http://www.sja.org.uk/sja/volunteer/first-aid.aspx
I can't believe there's VAT on First Aid training -that's nuts!
Wow it is hot!! My thermometer says: Welcome to HELL!! :eek:
We lost some trees last year, and without that shade on our house, the AC can't keep up. So I just installed 3 nuclear blast shields over some key windows. It's like a cave in here now.
The film "Inception" was good. That is all. :)
We lost some trees last year, and without that shade on our house, the AC can't keep up. So I just installed 3 nuclear blast shields over some key windows. It's like a cave in here now.
Tell me more. I have many windows that let through way too much hot, Hot, HOT sunlight, and zero birds - not that the birds don't keep trying, bouncing, and dying from impact. :( Aluminum foil taped to the glass is helping, but it ain't beautiful. I sprayed soapy water all over the glass during the worst of it, but a kingfisher hit the window yesterday. Thank goodness he survived. Suggestions?
Our "nuclear blast shields" are just regular light blocking roll blinds. The heaviest duty kind sold at Home Depot. They really keep the light out and even though we've only had them a day or two, it feels like it's cooler in here, and the AC doesn't run constantly. It actually cycles now. We pull them down when the sun is shining directly in the window. It's really dark in here when we pull them down.
It was either the blinds, or getting a new AC that is sized properly. $60 or $6000? Hmmm...
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that is all.
The Bad Seed is out there waiting with her mom. I swear it! She gave me the look of death!
I didn't know Dad was a hoodlum. :lol:
That's a cool shot. I like the telephoto compression, especially with the heat ripples in the distance, and I like how it looks like he's the leader of the pack.
Thanks, yeah, I didn't take it (it was in the
local paper) but I really like it.
I have a motivational poster to make of that shot, but I will wait a while...
That is really neat! Hi jinx' dad! :)
Movie props are sometimes more interesting than the movie. Just spied a Taylor Guitars logo mug in a film (I have a Taylor) and suddenly this stupid movie earns more claim to my attention.
Spent yesterday reorganizing the dining room into a cyberschool room. Two school issued computers all set up with workspace.
I don't know enough about computers to understand why, but these things don;t work with a wireless network, so they each came with 40ft of wire to connect to the router.
a) it's not long enough.
b) I don't really want 2 40+ ft wires strung across/around the rooms.
I was planning to call tech support tomorrow to ask for a longer length of wire and hopefully some kind of splitter or something (pulling this out of my ass) so that one wire would hook up to 2 computers. Or maybe there's something that will make them work wirelessly?
Also, they only sent one printer/scanner and one cord that hooks into one computer. I guess they'll have to keep swapping the cord out? Lots of their work will be submitter by scanner/attachment.
Make their first school project a task-based IT learning opportunity.
Have decided to feed Diz dried food via a home-made six sided puzzle box.
I meant it to be a cube but the cardboard was unforgiving. One hole.
The hole is quite large - I'll make a series of smaller-holed boxes as he gets used to it.
The idea is that he bats it around to get his food.
Of course as this is dried food only he'll still get his wet food of an evening.
And when the bedroom door is open he can eat the Mia-cat's food - although I have an agreement with my parents to try to keep the bowl out of reach/ not full.
At present, if he knocks the little box he should get food. The hole is that big. Trouble is he butts it with his head, knocking it over and invariably putting the hole on top. I'm not helping - he needs to be motivated to work it out himself. He will not starve. And he has plenty of water (as discussed in another thread) so it's not cat cruelty.
I just wanted to give him a slightly more interesting life. Slightly more natural (in the hunting/ reward stylee) and at least temporarily increase his appetite for his dinner.
I just noticed today... occasionally Dora the Explorer encounters extraterrestrial side characters, and when this happens, they are always, without exception, referred to as space creatures, never "aliens."
That's because Dora is an alien.
I'm being a post ho about being a ho. My cow orker and I were talking about stressful jobs (he just spent some time in the hospital, and was advised to take a week off if his job is stressful...yeah, right... time off, that was funny say it again.) Anyway, I was like (ticking off on fingers) "President of the U.S., Hospital employee, Financial Aid person, Police Officer" and he said "Ho..." and reminded me of this
Eddie Murphy skit from SNL, The Velvet Jones School of Technology.
Velvet Jones: Hello! Are you a female high-school dropout between the ages of 16 and 25? Are you tired of doors being slammed in your face when you apply for a job? Are you tired of lying around in bed all day with nothing to do? Well, you never need get up again! Because in 6 short weeks, I can train you to be a high-payin' ho! That's right! It's a known fact that a good ho can make up to $1500 a week! Just think, $1500 a week without even leaving the comforts of your own bedroom! Sound too good to be true? Just send for my new book entitled:
[Brings in the book]
Velvet Jones: 'I Wanna Be a Ho'! And if, in 6 short weeks, you're not confident that you can make big money as a ho workin' for me, just send the book back for a full refund! It's as simple as that!
These days, I would add: Financial Aid available to those who qualify! :lol:
Good news/ bad news mixed, so I thought I'd put it here rather than spread it around the happy/ unhappy threads.
I signed on for the first time today.
No worries.
Of course there shouldn't be - I AM actively seeking work after all.
The only position I have found advertised, I have applied for. Fingers crossed. But I'm looking every day, because I really want to work as a Teaching Assistant. I'll step up a gear and start approaching schools directly after the holidays.
Saw an advert in the Milton Keynes Citizen this morning. A temp agency offering permanent positions for TAs. Cuuld it really be that easy?!
Nope.
They want 6 months experience so they can obtain two references. Still - it's a way in. If I don't get this job in Great Kimble (which would be the best possible option) I'll return to Bierton as a volunteer to get more experience. By October/ November I could go back to the agency. Not ideal, because the agency is in High Wycombe - 30 mins train ride away. Which would mean 1.5+ hour commute once I factor in home-station-school. But still, the idea that I could be in employment, adding to a currently poor CV and working in a paid job by end November... Wonderful!
And I still have the Guides to add a string to my bow from September anyway.
No Govt money as yet, sadly. Last received benefit on 5 July.
Bless my parents for understanding. They're completely carrying me at the moment, although luckily I had a stack of tinned/ packet/ dried food for me, and plenty in for Diz. Thank goodness I took up a pet website on their 20% off first time order back in June!
I think Mum is bearing it because she can see I'm so much healthier these days and sees the real joy I got from volunteering. I said to her a couple of weeks back, before my benefit was suspended, that I was so lucky to have found something I wanted to do. Yes she was still being negative and all that, but I said, "Have you ever had a job you liked so much you'd do it for free two days a week?" The answer was no - I knew she was desperately unhappy in her last job, so I was cheating a bit - but it brought home to her just how much I wanted this.
I have a real sense of progress today, despite my hopes being dashed by the agency.
It wasn't a total NO at least. There is a light.
Little known fact:
Every post by Shawnee123 makes me double-take because out of the corner of my eye, her handle looks very similar to Razzmatazz13 on the screen.
So, basically, Shawnee: I pay extra attention to you ;)
Working on hitting the 500 post milestone by Decenber 12, 2012.
As I ran round the lake today, I noticed many of the memorial stones, benches and water fountains were dedicated to members of the medical profession. Even doctors die.
Working on hitting the 500 post milestone by Decenber 12, 2012.
You are probably going to reach your goal if you keep yapping like this! Talk talk talk no one can get you to pipe down.
;)
Crap I'm bored.
I'm almost over this cold so I am feeling a bit too well to sleep all the time, but not well enough to actually do anything.
We're 4 weeks into a 5 week election campaign, I'd decided my vote before they started, so it's the same old BS to watch. And my preferred party is running a pretty mediocre campaign and I'm worried that the other side might get in, which would be worse than that last bloke we threw out three years ago.
And I wasted much of today with computer hardware. I bought an external hard drive, but it automatically installs automatic back-up software, which is not what I want. Wrestled with it a while, found on-line support/forum. Seems it can - in theory - work without the auto-back-up software, so I uninstalled this. Now, as soon as I plug it in, windows shuts down to prevent computer damage, and does a physical memory dump. I have no idea what that is, but it seems serious.
Meh.
Just a big bucket full of MEH.
Why can't we get tablets or drops for the back of the neck to stop bugs biting us, the way cats and dogs get flea treatments? Seems a pretty straighforward concept for this day and age....
Because you would know they're only partially effective, the critters don't.
critters don't think they're effective at all. Mostly, they just don't think, but otherwise they just think it's a strange new game you invented. Who cares, though, they work.
I went to check out the prices for the slow roasted pork I'm making this Sunday.
Went to the local butcher in town - the only one left out of the five I remember from childhood (and maybe even more). Grumpy auld git eventually looked up from straightening the displays to acknowledge me. Note - this was on a Wednesday morning, I was the only person waiting for attention.
Now, okay - I don't usually buy cuts of meat.
I haven't been to a proper butcher since I lived in Leciester and would shop in the covered market.
But I was polite, smiling, respectful - three things he wasn't.
I asked first about when it was best to buy meat to cook on Sunday. Yes I pretty much knew it would be Saturday, but he didn't respond in quite that way.
Instead he said, "Why would you want to buy meat that you're not going to cook for three days?" and looked at me disgusted.
I agreed with him and admitted I didn't really have room in the fridge either.
So I asked if it was possible to pay for the meat today and have someone pick it up on Saturday - basically I don't want to go to town on Saturday, so I was trying to work out if Dad could pick it up.
"No."
Now in hindsight I realise it's because it's priced by weight, so of course you can't do that.
But they take orders for Christmas turkeys in advance, so it wasn't worth the curled lip he gave me.
I then asked if he could give me a rough idea of what a 2.5kg shoulder of bone-in pork would cost. He shrugged and said, "Same as them in front of you."
There were three different cuts of pre-wrapped pork in the tray he indicated. Okay, I worked out that those to the right were bone-in pork shoulder, but they varied in price by £2 ($4) and the weight was not immediately apparent.
So I thought, okay, just come back and hope I get a different butcher.
Although my final question, "Would you be able to score it for me" got a curt, "Yes" I think I'll go to one of the two supermarkets in town that have butchers counters.
I walked home with a real cloud over my head. I said to Mum, "When I'm back on my feet and appear in an episode of
Come Dine With Me I will make a special point of saying on-camera that I bought my meat from the supermarket as we don't have any decent butchers nearby and just hope it makes the final edit." Rather pathetic imagined-future-revenge-scenario, but it went some way towards cheering me up.
Made me feel like a was a seventeen year old asking for cooking tips with no intention of buying. Pig.
Tee and Cakes Famous Chocolate and Bacon Cupcakes
Shouldn't that be in the bacon thread?
Looks REALLY yummy though.
I went to check out the prices for the slow roasted pork I'm making this Sunday.
...
Pig.
Ummmmmmmm......
It was deliberate. I'd be happy to see his throat slashed and him swinging upside down on a hook while he bleeds out.
Not that I'm a sociopath or anything.
I got my revenge anyway.
I'm cooking pork shoulder sans bone. I've found another version for the recipe that allows for this. And I got it from Sainsburys, which are having a special on pork with 50% off per kg. So there Mr Surly Butcher.
[SIZE="5"]"the hot rush of brain-and-fat soup you suck from their heads"[/SIZE]
what Anthony Bourdain loves most about Spanish prawns
I had Breakfast a la Glatt this morning: a handful of frozen blueberries on top of my rice chex. By the end the almond milk was thoroughly blueberried, much moreso than when I've used strawberries. I approve.
I had breakfast at Glatt's this morning.
Don't tell him though.
Poor, stupid Facebook.
They had this up for me today:
[person 1] and [person 2] wrote on Story in Feed about writing on a Wall.'s Wall.
2 hours ago · Write on 's Wall
What is that supposed to even mean?
Today is a good day; my name wasn't listed in the local obituary column. I know because I just checked.
I'm hoping IOTD tomorrow is a baby pigmy hippo.
[COLOR="LemonChiffon"]I have recipes[/COLOR]
you should know
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:p:
While out for a bachelorette party this past weekend, we saw
Luke Wilson, who apparently lives in town now. My drunken soon-to-be-married friend approached him to ask for a photo, but he said no.
am sick. so made chicken chili (aka white chile). yum!
Off for a smear test this afternoon.
Once I've finished here I'm off to trim the shrubbery.
She was lovely.
Seemed surprised that I'd dropped my trousers and knickers and hopped up on the bed.
"Oh lovely, thank you!"
Well, I was there for a smear test and I AM 38! Let's face it, I've been around the block (smear-test-wise!)
I also made a lame joke at the end, "Aren't you supposed to buy me dinner now?" thinking she's have heard it many times before. Instead she gave a big belly laugh. Yay me.
But she did confirm I have to go across town to get my contraceptive implant. It hasn't had any work to do on the preventing babies front, but I'm pretty hopoked on the preventing periods front, only no-one at this practice is trained.
Watched the VMA last night. Waste of damn time. Not only did I not like ANY of the music--do people still watch music videos?
The only one I liked was Lady Gaga. I was even underwhelmed by Usher's dancing. Maybe I'm just too damn old.
Is it better to be a girly-boy or a boily-girl?
no one likes a girl with boils ...
<was gonna insert a pic
found a couple-ewww>
right. same thought re pic.
I told you he was coming, but would you believe me?
he wasn't even breathing hard
So, it's 10:30AM and I'm clearing the fridge to store tons of meats and veggies that being bought to throw a party of 100 ppl. Hmm...a leftover bottle of pinot grigio, leftover milk and juice, and some slices of apples. Down they all went into my tummy. Other than being a bit woozy, nothing seems to be fighting in my stomach. Yay...I should be fine by this afternoon when I get to the office. :p:
hehehe Tulip. It sounds like a nice way to do a pre-party refrigerator cleaning :)
The rule is, if you can't positively identify it, don't eat it.;)
I told you he was coming, but would you believe me?
he wasn't even breathing hard
:lol2:
I may barf if I hear the words, "traditional family values" one more time!
how about some Addams Family values?
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oh, YES!
how odd. i woke up this morning, dreaming about Morticia Addams quotes.
Morticia: Children, what are you doing?
Wednesday: I'm going to electrocute him.
Morticia: But we're late for the charity auction.
Wednesday: But, Mother...
Morticia: I said no.
Pugsley: Pleeaaaase?
Morticia: Oh, all right.
totally family beestmonster. just this morning in fact.....
Current beestmonster family total public library items now down to 54. That may be a record. Don't tell hebe, she'll feel compelled to find a new series and take out the entire lot.
I like Access and Excel. That is all.
I like excess and ... accel ... eration!
Extreme sports, I am good at watching them :)
I am tired. I have one assignment to get in by noon. Then I can rest for a couple of days.
Sort of rest, vacuuming, laundry, anything besides being stuck to a chair.
Stuck to your chair? Have you been at those porn sites... again? :cool:
I was going to say I prefer flesh and blood, but somehow it. just. seems. wrong.
I'm tired of seeing stars with naked skinny chicken legs. Whoever decided that was a good look? Bring back stockings!
I want fancy dress (World Book Day - for school)
I do not want to look like a cheap whore.
I am larger than the XL advertised (XL is apprently UK size 14!)
Okay I was always intending to make my own for cost reasons, but even browsing for ideas has left me profoundly depressed. Apparently only skinny young girls ever dress up, and they all want to show their noonies.
fancy dress = costume for those who didn't work it out.
What do you want to be, SG? And when is world book day?
These don't seem badly price plus free shipping offer. I am not keen on all of the animal prints but there might be something suitable.
http://www.yoursclothing.co.uk/
I think some of the dresses on this site are really cute and competitively priced too.
http://www.simplybe.co.uk
This one is simple classic. It comes in black too and is a great price. Just as an example, and there are bunches of everyday cute dresses. I like this site!
http://www.simplybe.co.uk/shop/product/details/show.action?pdLpUid=LE091&pdBoUid=3985&lpgUid=11148585#colour:0,size:This dress is so cute. It is so me. If we had A Simply Be store here I would buy it! With some black leggings, yeah. I want it.
Thanks for the help but for once I did manage to reign myself in alone :)
See happy thread for costime idas and resolutions.
Sky - Mum gets the Simply Be catalogue and I like a lot of the clothing, but it's out of my price range (they add on cost to allow people to buy on credit). Also Fancy Dress to us means costumes, as Monnie-Mon-Mon said. I'm going to be the Queen of Hearts. And I hope to gather up some tarts in the mean time.
I want one
WTF is it with the word association thread? 17,480 posts, I can (kinda) understand, but 1,931,146 views? View to post ratio of more than 100 to 1? WTF? I guess a fair few of those views are hits by web crawlers and stuff, but still, how can you be interested enough to view that thread and then not be able to come up with a one word post?
It's not as fun as it once was.
I might make some of those views - if I don't understand who or what the previous poster means I won't google it, so I leave it well alone. Usually a cultural thing.
I have rules about important things like that. They live in the place where most people keep their morals.
Anyway, I came here to tell you I am doing really smelly farts tonight.
I think it's because I had jalapenos on my sandwich at lunch.
Two fives or a ten could get me back to you; and stop me falling on a bruise.
It's not that I'm agrophobic... it's just that it's not safe to go out anymore.
WTF is it with the word association thread? 17,480 posts, I can (kinda) understand, but 1,931,146 views? View to post ratio of more than 100 to 1? WTF? I guess a fair few of those views are hits by web crawlers and stuff, but still, how can you be interested enough to view that thread and then not be able to come up with a one word post?
It's probably mostly clicking on the link just to get it off the top of the list when using the "new posts" feature. It sits up there scoffing at me until I click on it to relegate it to where it belongs: the bottom of the list.
So I'm thinking, managing bacon withdrawal symptoms with lashings of salted butter probably isn't the best dietary decision to make?
Ummm, I had a gift card for Bob Evans, so on Saturday I took myself out for brunch.
Bacon, toast, jelly, butter, eggs, hash browns, coffee, diet coke, water. I want to go back right now!
I hate you. I just had eggs and toast without butter. Unfortunately, I accidentally ate two pieces of bread and butter while waiting for the eggs to cook.
#sizeofahouse
That's OK. For breakfast today I had oreo cookies and milk.
Sigh...
My free-associating brain is both a blessing and a curse.
So, I was contemplating Charlie Sheen and mentioned his brother Emilio Estevez as a replacement on Two and a Half Men. Emilio made me start thinking of St Elmo's Fire (and did you know that the song was written before the movie and therefore was deemed ineligible for its nomination as Best Original Song for the Oscars?) and Rob Lowe's character and Rob Lowe's wife in the movie and I've looked and looked and cannot figure out which character was Rob (Billy HIcks in the movie) Lowe's wife? I can see her face, but when I tried to come up with a name I couldn't...can't even think of which one is her character on the lists of cast.
So, what was the name of Billy's wife and who was the actress?
I won't rest until I know.
Felicia, played by Jenny Wright.
Who later acted with Emilio Estevez in Young Guns 2.
See, teh interwebz is a marvellous thing.
I cam in here to say my implant is really itchy.
Well darn, I couldn't put that together. I thought it might be Felicia but there was no last name associated where I looked, and there was no pic available for Jenny Wright.
Thank you SG! :)
My boob is itchy but it's not an implant. Kidding. I know you mean your BC.
But I don't WANT a Grilled Anus Steak.
What makes a cow raised on AC/DC better as a foodstuff? :confused:
It is very thoroughly coated with bread crumbs. In fact, the cook shook it all night long.
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Years creep upon us without us noticing it, especially on our faces.
Dream Days
'When you stop to consider
The days spent dreaming of a future
And say then, that was my life.'
For the days are long --
From the first milk van
To the last shout in the night,
An eternity. But the weeks go by
Like birds; and the years, the years
Fly past anti-clockwise
Like clock hands in a bar mirror.
Derek Mahon
should I go see roller derby tomorrow? It would be . . . different. "Chucotown Chulas v. Sexecutioners"
OMG YES!
If I had the opportunity to go to a roller derby I'd be there like a shot.
I'd have to wear a double pair of knickers so I didn't cream myself obviously.
What? TMI?
I doubt Drew Barrymore or Ellen Page will be there, tho. mo's the pity
only 5 bucks, and there's a live band for half time show and everything.
http://suncityrollergirls.com/I only know Roller Derby from TV.
I certainly have no expectation of Drew Barrymore or Ellen Page - I guess they're connected by a movie? Never seen it.
I would expect to see tough young women battling it out. Women who I thought I would become back in the day.
Many of whom would conform to my idea of beauty.
At least from the age at which I started getting crushes on women.
Maybe uber-feminine in looks but certainly butch in action.
Tattoes and wigs.
Sparkly make-up and fuck-you attitudes.
Femmes on wheels who'd elbow you in the guts but turn round and pick up a team-mate.
That most of all - a woman in love who'd even sacrifice a win. So much less disgusting when she wasn't submitting to a man.
No, I'm not a lesbain. I do love the cock. But apart from Amsterdam I've been celibate for 3? 4? years now. And I miss it. The ins and outs.
I'd apologise for hijacking, but this is the thread to do it in.
And after all, you made an interesting post to respond to.
Can an attention whore be a post whore?
[COLOR="LemonChiffon"]If so, I'm in then. . .[/COLOR]
Cloud, I think that you would enjoy roller derby immensely! It's so much fun.
You might be put off a bit by the aggressive/confrontational posturing that some of the girls do, but just keep reminding yourself that it's a lot like professional wrestling in that regard--it's all in good fun, and most of the girls are fierce friends backstage.
going to do it! will post pics if I get some good ones!
The Chucotown Chulas beat the Sexatronics! Complete with fights, injuries, a punk band, tattoos, body paint, fishnets, and penalties settled by pillow fights and tugowar. Next match: Las Catrinas v. Las Diablas. Girl Power to the max!
I'm glad you liked it, Cloud.
a buddy of mine has been working with the Albany Roller derby teams and has been doing a lot of photography of them lately. here's his site
http://www.imagerybywolfgang.com/people/people.html
the nav is shit, but you can find the roller girls easy enough.
Why does my left bicep feel like it got a work out yesterday?
Why does my left bicep feel like it got a work out yesterday?
Your dentist was kneeling against it for leverage?
Hmmmmm. Don't think so, feels stiff rather than bruised, but could be. I'm thinking that's my laundry basket carrying arm and I did do a fuck-load of laundry. But I'm not that out of shape.....
Facebook ads have often used really bizarre images to get your attention, but this is the craziest I've see yet. Screen grab from this morning. WTF?
Facebook ads have often used really bizarre images to get your attention, but this is the craziest I've see yet. Screen grab from this morning. WTF?
The one for Ann Arbor this morning has cable cars in it. wtf?
I did do a fuck-load of laundry. But I'm not that out of shape.....
When I was in the best shape of my life (and that was pretty fit) I did sometimes get odd muscle pains from things like carrying an exceptional load of shopping. I would also get pulled stomach muscles when I went clubbing, from the effort of holding my (non-existent) belly in while I winded and grinded.
Anything you don't use daily might get strained.
And even things you do use daily; look at the amount of footballers and cricketers off with injuries - and they have the best coaches and physios in the world.
You might be right, it might be something random. I'm just saying you can be superfit and just use something in slightly the wrong way. Or it could be the onset of old-age :lol:
ETA - I'm hardly a poster girl for anything.
Especially right now.
I'm SO tired.
Seriously - it's not even 20.30 and I'm so tired I feel like I could cry.
Bye-bos for me.
Anything you don't use daily ...
I have three American kids. OF course I do laundry daily. It's just sometimes I need to do extra :lol:
Would someone please prise Gunmaster from the Word Ass thread for the greater good?
Would someone please prise Gunmaster from the Word Ass thread for the greater good?
I tried somethin' for ya. Please to go peek at the WASS.
And how did digr get to SRV from Willys?
my boss just asked me to "go on the web" and get him the basketball score. (C-USA conference here). I was able to go . . . "as of 10 minutes ago, the score was . . . "
thank you, Facebook.
I tried somethin' for ya. Please to go peek at the WASS.
*snort*
I just saw this. Thanks for a much needed laugh.
I did try to help WordAss!
so I dreamed I visited my daughter, and her dreads (which she does have) were crazily long and bleached/ (multi colored), she was giving away clothes and things to homeless people . . . and she was breastfeeding three fostered triplets born to a raped Buddhist nun.
. . . Gotta lay off the shrimp tacos before bedtime.
There was a young man from Australia
Whose Limerick was such a failure
It was a Haiku.
Susan Boyle was good 25 years ago.
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I have to go and have my semen tank re-filled, bet most have never uttered that sentence LOL!
I never heard of such a thing. I assume you are talking about artificially inseminating cows, but I guess I always assumed that a vet would come and do that. Your semen tank can't be that big, can it? I'm picturing like a thermos?
Most that Artificially Inseminate cattle are not DVMs. You don't need a degree to stick your arm up a cow's rectum ;)This is a photo of my semen tank I stole from the net:
It holds about 500 straws of semen/embryos. I have about 20 straws of assorted Chihuahua semen in it too. Its about the size of 3/4 of a barrel
how do you keep it chilled? Do you have to find a liquid nitrogen supplier, or maybe dry ice?
liquid nitrogen I meet a guy with a truck and get semen and a re fill.
[COLOR="White"]That sounds dirty![/COLOR]
:lol: You meet a guy with a truck. It sounds so seedy.
liquid nitrogen I meet a guy with a truck and get semen and a re fill.
[COLOR="White"]That sounds dirty![/COLOR]
Tsk!
My cousin does his dairy cattle himself as well.
Every girl deserves to be a princess! Here's Marlee, GD#5, 4 years old today. She wants a "Gorg" cake, from Fraggle Rock.
It holds about 500 straws of semen/embryos. I have about 20 straws of assorted Chihuahua semen in it too. Its about the size of 3/4 of a barrel
::imagining chihuahuacows::
Yesterday, I was home (sick sick sick) and it started hailing. Started out pea-sized but later got as big as nickels. It lasted 10-15 minutes. I don't remember hail ever lasting that long. There were tornado watches too. No damage to my car, whose butt sticks out the carport. It was AWESOME. I wished a tornado would sweep me away, though.
I'm glad a tornado didn't sweep you away
I thought my belly was making weird noises. Turns out it's the cat snoring.
I'm glad a tornado didn't sweep you away
Thank you. :)
Well then the entire forum would have been all about you and not nearly enough about me.
*snort*
Why the heck did you think I wanted the tornado? I'd be famous! Everyone would feel really sorry for me.
I thought my belly was making weird noises. Turns out it's the cat snoring.
When my daughter goes off to her room to go to bed, she sounds exactly like a cat in a litter box, scraping the litter around. I don't know wtf she's doing in there.
Westboro Baptist Nutters would picket your memorial service and everything
When my daughter goes off to her room to go to bed, she sounds exactly like a cat in a litter box, scraping the litter around. I don't know wtf she's doing in there.
Cleaning her weed.;)
Hahahaha!
When my cat uses the litter box it sounds like the back door is opening.
What's up with the ventriloquist cats?
What's up with the ventriloquist cats?
I dunno, but mine needs to snore louder, I'm hungry!
Our next door neighbour washing down the skirting boards in her front bedroom sounds like my cat scratching to get out of my room apparently.
Mum went up to check on Diz a couple of times to find him snoozing happily in his drawer under my bed. Eventually she realised the noises were coming from BEHIND THE WALL! She knocked (bravely I think, although it was midday) and Maureen called back in answer. The walls aren't paper thin, but if everything else is silent and you are deliberately trying to contact the other person it's possible to do so. They went out and had a natter over the back fence about it.
Today is my 20th anniversary with my current employer. How did that happen?
Wow, glatt. That doesn't happen so much these days. You should have a total meltdown and start throwing stuff and barking at people. They'd be like "what the heck happened to our mild-mannered glatt? Twenty years must be the breaking point!"
Congratulations!
Today is my 20th anniversary with my current employer. How did that happen?
Well done mate. It goes by faster than you think. I am 9 years out of my 20 years in the service and it seems like yesterday.
Thanks everyone. Funny thing is that I never even chose this job. It all just kind of happened. I needed to pay rent, so I started temping. After a while, got hired. And they pay me just enough to make it not worth the hassle of going out and getting a better job. Plus, with all my seniority, I get tons of vacation time. So I'm never motivated to leave. Not exactly a glowing assessment of my job, but at least I'm employed and the future is looking fairly secure.
But man, 20 years! To be able to say that means I'm not a kid anymore. That's a serious amount of time.
dude, did you start just out of high school? You're, what, 40?
I'm almost 44. I screwed around for one year after college, working in a furniture restoration place, then I started temping at law firms as a paralegal and got hired after temping for about 6 months. I always planned to just do the job for a couple of years, but they kept promoting me. And then by the time I hit the middle management glass ceiling, I was getting like 4.5 weeks of vacation a year. I didn't want to leave and start over with only 2 weeks a year somewhere else for just a little more money. Now I get 6 weeks of leave a year.
You look younger, except for that shovelling photo from this winter. That's amazing. 20 years...
glatt has only one fault: he's already married. ;)
Just messin' with you, man. You're a good egg and deserve this awesome life you've forged. Bravo!
gee. I've been at my law firm for 12 years, and I still get my original measly 10 days.
:(
At my 10 year anniversary, I asked for more days, but was rebuffed. "Well, if we give you more days, we have to give everyone else more days." I think this is bogus. I plan to ask again.
Is it a combined annual leave that you have, and your sick days come out of those 10 days too?
Someone has knackered my tweezers.
It might even have been me, given I see them as a multi-purpose tool.
But they can no longer perform their basic function.
Bah.
Someone has knackered my tweezers.
"Knackered" sounds like it must be a bad thing, based on the context here. Does it mean "damaged?". At first I assumed it meant "taken" but that doesn't seem right considering the next couple sentences.
slaughtered, as in butchering animals. A knackering house is an abbatoir. Just double checked, I guess it refers more specifically to slaughtering old, worn-out horses and other animals unfit for eating. So especially destroyed.
gee. I've been at my law firm for 12 years, and I still get my original measly 10 days.
:(
Only 10 days???????!!!!!!! I've been lucky enough to have 6 paid weeks the last few years. Most non-teachers in Australia get 4 paid weeks.
10 days is the starting here. It's double that in the UK and more in other parts of Eu. I find it a little archaic, but there ya go. But typically you earn an extra week with each 5 years in.
"Knackered" sounds like it must be a bad thing, based on the context here. Does it mean "damaged?". At first I assumed it meant "taken" but that doesn't seem right considering the next couple sentences.
slaughtered, as in butchering animals. A knackering house is an abbatoir. Just double checked, I guess it refers more specifically to slaughtering old, worn-out horses and other animals unfit for eating. So especially destroyed.
It probably
is from the term for butchering.
Used to mean exceptionally tired (fit for the knacker's yard) or damaged. Buggered is used in the same way - to mean now unfit for purpose.
Although slaughtered means very, very drunk.
Knackers are also a word for plums. In the male fruit sense I mean.
What, no Urlaubsgeld?
Is that like Danegeld? Didn't work for Ethelred.
Hiya Brutus!
Re: that graph - In Australia, we have (by my wall planner) 10 public holidays per year. I get 20 days personal (holiday) leave and 20 days sick leave. AND we get "long service leave" - after 10 years out here in the colony, it is presumed you will need three months to visit family back in Old Blighty. Still.
I think they legally have to pay you for bank holidays in the UK too.
Is it a combined annual leave that you have, and your sick days come out of those 10 days too?
no, sick days are calculated separately. I usually take my main vacay at Christmas time, combining it with paid holidays (usually 2) so stretch it that way.
For me, my annual leave must be used if I call in sick. I get no sick days. So it sounds like I have a lot of leave, and I do because I've been here so long, but I don't have sick days.
On the one hand, the system my firm has is better, because I can manage my time and if I'm not sick, I can take a lot of vacations. It's good for my employer because you don't have people calling in sick on a Monday simply because they just don't feel like coming in. It would take away from the big vacation plans they have. But on the other hand, it's bad because when people really are sick, they sometime come in instead of staying home and keeping their germs away because they want to use their leave for vacations.
20 days sick leave.
20 days sick leave. (Just repeating that because I'm still so incredulous). You done good!
In my current job, I get 15...no idea how I am even going to come close to using them all.
And re the trip back to old Blighty every 10 years, yep, it's six weeks on the boat there and 6 weeks back.
And on another topic...Saturday night I saw a homeless kitten on the street looking for its next meal (once again, like the homeless, it's a common sight so I have to steel myself and walk on). Sunday, I saw the tail end of a rat. In a fight between the two, the kitten would have lost. :thepain:
Just watched my first Water Polo game.
I really love the chickpea curry I made for dinner last night, and the best thing about it is I can eat it until I'm stuffed and still not feel guilty because it's low in fat, high in fibre and other essential nutrients (including the ones that cause serotonin to be produced naturally) and it's yummy.
The other great thing about it was that it took me less than 20 minutes to make from start to finish!
Don't know why I'm still up, browsing the forum of all things. I've been lacking sleep the last 3 days, so damn tired. I get up too late to exercise, which makes me feel better. Sigh....:( Actually, I get like this when I'm depress. Need... to... exercise....
Diz clawed me on the lip last night.
Didn't mean to of course, but hurt just the same.
He has an appointment with Mr Clippers before bedtime tonight.
I'm thinking of trying him on those claw covers...
Can't really justify the expense when I can just clip them. Except that I use a human nail clipper, so it's not ideal - sometimes they splinter a little...
Diz clawed me on the lip last night.
.
Ouch! That's the most painful place that a cat can scratch you (in my experience anyway). Hope it heals up very soon SG.
How many horses drowned?
Anyone seen Scrubs Series 9? I'm thinking specifically here of the horse funerals. :D
Back to the holiday discussion...apparently, Puerto Rico has the most public holidays at 31 per year, but you'd have to move around the island to be entitled to all of them.
I've been on this fucking board for 10 years now?! I've known Sheppsie and some of you motherfuckers for that long?! Son of a bitch! I'm old! That means I was 25 when I started on this board! Since I started on this board, I've:
--Lived in 3 different cities
--Had 2 fiancees
--Got married
--Got divorced
--Almost lost an eye
--Went through more jobs than I can count
--Met a bunch of you
--Have driven hundreds of thousands of miles
Whoa!
I really love the chickpea curry I made for dinner last night, and the best thing about it is I can eat it until I'm stuffed and still not feel guilty because it's low in fat, high in fibre and other essential nutrients (including the ones that cause serotonin to be produced naturally) and it's yummy.
The other great thing about it was that it took me less than 20 minutes to make from start to finish!
There's a post that came back to haunt you!
humm, I WAS going to ask for the recipe.
humm, I WAS going to ask for the recipe.
Why not experiment sometime when you've going to be by yourself for 24 hours or so. No guarantee that it's going to affect your digestive system the same way that it affects Ali's.
I am posting this shit from a fucking cell phone! Who thought we'd be doing this shit 10 years ago?!
*amazed*
[For anyone who's new or hasn't gathered this already, I've spent a fair bit of my life living in countries other than the one where I am a citizen]. I am still constantly amazed at how much things have changed, even since 2002 when I was worked in China and Internet was common place.
Even though it's nothing unusual now, I was reminded the other day how fantastic the advances in technology are as I was chatting via my email account's chat function with my Argentinean hostmum who was on holiday in Ecuador while chatting with someone else in Australia. (Sounding a bit like an advertisement here, but still...it is incredible).
I love that a phonecall no longer has to be something special that you save up for once a month like the first time I went o/s in 1990 and given all the paperwork/logistics stuff that still has to be organised for my house back in Oz, the ease and affordability of communication is a godsend.
We used to make cassette tapes for my Aunt & Uncle in Oz.
Some news (from the radio) some chat and some songs.
They used to make Uncle Jimmy cry.
I keep bugging my 19 yo cousin to get her arse in gear so we can have a Skype call.
Her parents don't have the technological wherewithal to do it themselves, but of course they'd be the ones to really benefit. And Mum. Writing this I really must push harder. It would be amazing to see them.
We used to make cassette tapes for my Aunt & Uncle in Oz.
Do they still have them?
In 1993, my friends in Argentina made a tape and sent it over to Australia with one of my lecturers who had gone home (to Argentina) for a holiday. I think that at that stage, some of my friends didn't even have landlines so to hear their voices was magic. I've had that tape transferred onto CD.
One time I had some ice cream.
Stone cold ice cream. It's as expensive as hell, but they make up for it my spreading it on a cold stone slab until it is nice and creamy. You then have about 100 toppings to choose from. The only toppings I really like are the Oreo cookie on vanilla or nuts. My favorite flavors are mocha, PINK peppermint with the peppermint chunks and licorice sometimes.
So, I get a seminar ad in the mail, at a fancy "resort and spa"--boasting, among other things, "complimentary self-parking." So . . . you get to park your own car? For free! what a perk . . .
Free parking is a nice perk around here.
complimentary self-parking
It's not so much that it's free, it's how good it makes you feel when you hear "there you go. Damn you are a great parker. Would you just LOOK at that? I never...man, I have never in all my years seen anyone park with the grace and perfection with which you park. I am in awe of you."
You really can't put a price on that kind of affirmation.
I complimented someone on their parking once.
Dude had to back an articulated 22 wheeler around a T-juntion intersection corner and reverse parallel park in one move. Totally nailed it, first time. Every tyre was betwen 10 and 20 cm from the gutter, all along.
I used to work at a large transport company in my younger days, and some of the drivers there were incredible. There was one loading bay that barely had enough space out front for the truck to fit let alone manouver.
Yeah, some truck drivers are spectacular.
Others are a pain in the arse.
It takes all types.
It's not so much that it's free, it's how good it makes you feel when you hear "there you go. Damn you are a great parker. Would you just LOOK at that? I never...man, I have never in all my years seen anyone park with the grace and perfection with which you park. I am in awe of you."
You really can't put a price on that kind of affirmation.
Did you see
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Hockey penalties sound so dirty. Hooking, tripping, interference.....
Stone cold ice cream. It's as expensive as hell, but they make up for it my spreading it on a cold stone slab until it is nice and creamy. You then have about 100 toppings to choose from. The only toppings I really like are the Oreo cookie on vanilla or nuts. My favorite flavors are mocha, PINK peppermint with the peppermint chunks and licorice sometimes.
Not quite sure what all the fuss about Cookies and Cream icecream is.
Did you see
That's great! :)
I've planted a couple more Irises. The iris I planted last year is already spreading. If I had looked, I wouldn't have bothered with companion plants.
I have portulaca,sunflower flash blend, and lobelia seeds ready for the peat pots. I usually don't bother with seed but I am in such a hurry for spring, or maybe it's the need to nurture something.
The iceland poppy, the knockout rose, the oriental poppy and the white bleeding heart are already growing about an 1/2 inch every 4 days or so. My climbing rose is slow and I do not know if my red agastache plant is going to reappear.
I have not purchased a tree yet. I might just get a Camilla or a tall rose bush.
That is all.
I am 20 followers away from the 1000 follower mark on Twitter. Follower 1000 that is not a spammy account gets a fine meal/audience with me and a porno. Both will be tailored to the winner.
Two degrees of swimming greatness... My kids' summer swim coach last year, son of Hebe's stroke coach just swam in the same event as Michael Phelps at the Grand prix being held in Ann Arbor right now. Phelps was #1, he was #55, but still.....
Also high school/summer coaches are not "fighting" over Hebe because that's not allowed, but let's just say I have received some interesting emails/had some interesting chats offering advice about how to dual-enrol/where she should swim in the summer (she is passionately addicted to our 20y neighborhood pool team)
Two degrees of swimming greatness... My kids' summer swim coach last year, son of Hebe's stroke coach just swam in the same event as Michael Phelps at the Grand prix being held in Ann Arbor right now. Phelps was #1, he was #55, but still.....
Also high school/summer coaches are not "fighting" over Hebe because that's not allowed, but let's just say I have received some interesting emails/had some interesting chats offering advice about how to dual-enrol/where she should swim in the summer (she is passionately addicted to our 20y neighborhood pool team)
:) all round.
Holy crap! I need to step away from my computer. I just bought 6 pairs of shoes.
Okay, one was a gift, but still .. .
and okay, half or more probably won't fit and I'll return them, but still . . . !
Holy crap! I need to step away from my computer. I just bought 6 pairs of shoes.
Okay, one was a gift, but still .. .
and okay, half or more probably won't fit and I'll return them, but still . . . !
*snort* There, but for the ability to purchase online, goes my daughter :lol:
I really fancy a smoke right now. I have no idea how long it's been -last I remember is stealing Zippyt's when I visited.... that's a good coupla years ago....
My "home tabs" are cellar, bbc, annarbor.com and weather.com. I recently added cnn.com to try and get a more national news source. I just replaced that with The Onion.
I think they're supposed to announce who gets the space shuttles today? Has anyone heard? Am I in old news already?
(crosses fingers) come on Air Force Museum at WPAFB. COME ON!!!!!!!!
http://www.nationalmuseum.af.mil/I want a space shuttle.
and why not?
It is *free*, after all.
caveat: shipping is $28,000,000.00
I'll just pick it up. Tie some tow rope to the front landing gear and pull it home with the bumper of my car.
I would live in it. This will be the Romper Room:
What a bunch of crap. :mad:
It's ONLY the National Museum of the Air Force. You know WRIGHT PATTERSON? the WRIGHT BROTHERS, without whom y'all wouldn't be flapping around?
I am so disappointed. AND, they don't charge parking or admission. All this history is free free free. I guess when someone isn't making big bucks off it...
:(
http://www.daytondailynews.com/dayton-wont-get-space-shuttle-1134181.html
Bolden will announce that the shuttles will be sent the Intrepid Sea-Air-Space in New York, the California Science Center in Los Angeles, the Kennedy Space Center in Florida, and the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C.
“NASA ignored the intent of Congress and the interests of taxpayers. NASA was directed to consider regional diversity when determining shuttle locations. Unfortunately, it looks like regional diversity amounts to which coast you are on, or which exit you use on I-95. Even more insulting to taxpayers is that having paid to build the shuttles, they will now be charged to see them at some sites,” said Sen. Sherrod Brown, D-Ohio, in a statement after the announcement.
TAXPAYERS...DO NOT PAY TO SEE THE SHUTTLES. YOU PAID TO BUILD THEM.
New York and L.A? WTF do they have to do with any of it? I'd be less irritated if they'd sent one to Billy Bob's Museem of Flite in North Carolina.
grumble grumble
I can understand the Smithsonian and Kennedy Space Center...but yeah, it's pretty crappy. Would have been nice for some cash to trickle back into our devastated by GM area. In the whole midwest, I think we would have brought some visitors.
God forbid NY or CA didn't get what they want, all the time, every time.
I never even heard of the museum in NYC. So I looked it up in Google Earth. It's just a pier, with barges floating next to it. They have the Concorde exposed to the elements on a barge just a few hundred feet from where ferries go chugging past every ten minutes. It's not like there have been any accidents on the Hudson where errant ferries have smashed into piers.
Oh, wait...
They better build a nice building for the shuttle they get, and pull it up onto dry land. At least getting the thing to the museum on a barge should be pretty easy.
omg :headshake
I'm sure this seems silly to a lot of people, but yeah, I'm really really disappointed.
Google Earth is an easy distraction for me. There is so much to see there.
After looking up the museum in NYC, I started poking around the city. Now, I've been on 95 through NYC several times, and I've seen these buildings, but they always go by in a blur. Just look at these things. How can those few skinny posts under the bridge hold up that huge building? Just look at it.
I stayed up waaaay too late finishing reading The Girl Who Played With Fire last night and now I'm having a great deal of trouble functioning, so I thought I'd come to the cellar and see if there's anything happening that might wake me up.
omg :headshake
I'm sure this seems silly to a lot of people, but yeah, I'm really really disappointed.
When I attended high altitude physiology and wind tunnel training at Wright-Pat, I had time to tour the AF museum. I still have a silver dollar sized bronze medallion I bought at the souvenir shop the sales from which help support the museum. I wish the same could be done for the shuttles in lieu of an admission charge (rather than as a likely addition to it). Unfortunately, this seems to be being done on the cheap for the government; so, they'll probably even do the same thing the Smithsonian was chastised for by Congress by selling mostly foreign made souvenirs. At least my souvenir was made in the USA.
It's a fascinating place, isn't it?
Here's the press release from the museum:
National Museum of the U.S. Air Force
4/12/2011 - DAYTON, Ohio -- The National Museum of the U.S. Air Force was not selected to receive any of the operational shuttles or the gliding prototype Enterprise.
Although unfortunate for the Air Force, we respect NASA's decision and will move forward with our plans for a new fourth building to house the Presidential Aircraft Gallery, Space Gallery, and Global Reach Gallery featuring cargo and tanker aircraft. The Space Gallery will be populated with exhibits featuring the Apollo 15 Command Module, Mercury and Gemini spacecraft, and a Titan IV space launch vehicle for future display, as well as an X-15, X-24 and other assets which helped develop shuttle program technologies
Did you see
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THAT made me smile!! That was so sweet.
I can understand the Smithsonian and Kennedy Space Center...but yeah, it's pretty crappy.
As for the Smithsonian - it's the one Smithsonian museum you have to pay to get in.
Technically, it's free to get in the museum, but you have to pay to park, and there's no walking access. The Enterprise is there now; I saw it a few weeks ago. You don't expect how big they are.
Once they extend Metro out to Dulles, they should put in a sidewalk to the museum.
Plenty o' room for anything here. :mad:
(I'm not done in the bitter barn, I'm going to play in the hay awhile):
Once they extend Metro out to Dulles, they should put in a sidewalk to the museum.
That would be a bit of a hike, and walking around the museum is a bit of a hike already.
Though there would almost have to be some sort of Metro arrangement, if its already so close.
cellar.org? cellar.orgasm would get so much MORE traffic.....
My talents are wasted on mere mortals.
that is so true, munkie. mankie munkie. infinite mankey
...... I digress.....
This morning I went from asleep to behing the wheel with contact lenses in in less that 2 mins. And I sleep nude. Is this a new world record?
And yes, we caught the schoolbus. And no i didn't get pulled over for driving nekkid.
We're both superheroes, you know.
We're both superheroes, you know.
I'm not liking my costume......
I wore my button down shirt inside out for a couple hours the other day. You think YOU don't like your uniform? Off the hanger, still buttoned, pulled over head, two hours later my cow orker says "WTF? Is that a fashion statement?"
:blush:
Unmade bed of a woman.
I wore a blue t-shirt and grey sweatpants and no knickers or bra to the bus stop this morning ...and my 12yo's turquoise Crocs.
Fly the
shuttles instead.
My brother used to work for USA. It bummed him out, because he got a job with NASA, and after a short while, they moved him into USA. He was still doing the same work, but would have preferred saying he worked for NASA. It has a certain ring to it.
I'm really really really really really sorry, but I have to go drink some beers. Ciao! ;)
I loved the Scream trilogy. A little campy, a little scary. Now there is Scream 4. Same cast. I'm wondering if it will be any good. If I don't go to my brother's new place this weekend I'm thinking of going to the theater. It's been so long since there's been anything I've been interested in seeing.
"Scream 4" finds a way to live up to its gory past while it carves out new terrors in new ways (new media helps). The kills themselves are both bountiful and bloody, the movie references are brilliant and bloody, the funny is very frequent and very frequently bloody, but to say any more would ruin the boo.
A review. I might go.
http://www.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/la-et-scream4-20110415,0,3371025.storyI sleep nude
Pictures or it never happened.
no fucking way. it never happened. the world will be a safer place for believing that, anyway.
I am completely loving The Crimson Petal and the White.
I liked the book, but I found it ran out of steam. This seems more promising, as 2 of 4 is still very well acted and visually stunning.
I've seen Chris O'Dowd's knob more than once.
And Mark Gatiss is in it.
Or was in it - he's out of the storyline now.
It's wonderful.
Today I'm going to get my hair done. I've decided to go back to my natural colour for the first time in years. I have a couple of inches of regrowth, so hopefully my hairdresser can match it all up and I'll be set.
It'll be nice to get my hair done. I haven't been to a salon for anything other than a trim for a couple of years now.
Man, I miss going to the salon to get my hair done. I'm saving bucks though by cutting and coloring it myself.
That's what I have been doing too Pico, but it's starting to look a bit tragic. lol It's time to let a professional have at it.
I swear I just heard someone whisper my name twice. No one is there. But I heard it!
Raptor Jesus is calling you home.
Oh crap. What should I wear?
:bolt:
Any bloody thing you want.
HAhahhahahahahahaa...
Today's poll on CNN.com: Will the royal wedding inspire you to get married?
:lol:
Um, why would it?
It might, however, inspire me to convert to British. ;)
I'm thinking Dana and MTP must be really bored, really drunk or both. lol
They're just teaching someone a couple of lessons: Keep A Stiff Upper Lip and Don't Mess With Texas.
They're just teaching someone a couple of lessons: Keep A Stiff Upper Lip, Eh, and Don't Mess With Texas.
FTFY
I'm thinking Dana and MTP must be really bored, really drunk or both. lol
I wish! Just playing games though. Have better stuff to do, but don't wanna.
I just realized it's two week's until Mother's Day. I need to start thinking about this.
cellar meta is cellar team screwed up.
I have an irritation down the sides of my tongue, like I have been eating fresh pineapple.
But I haven't.
Please don't let me have any more food reactions!
I do have one stalking me, in that I've had a couple of reactions over the years and they have become progressively worse. The last happened when I was here (the Cellar), and survived six days of anti-histamines before giving up. That was when I had the hives on my hands. When we had allergic reaction training at school recently, they showed photos of wheals like mine as an example of when an ambulance should be called...
Yes I know, it's FAR more serious in children and I certainly don't pretend I needed to go to the hospital. Also my wheals developed over 24 hours, not immediately. But I do worry that the next one might be more extreme - the more so since I have no idea what the trigger is.
Hey - it's a post whore thread.
But what did you eat? Write it down here for posterity, so when it happens again in 6 months you'll have something to cross-reference.
:o I had Levi Root's Reggae Reggae Chicken & Sunshine Rice
The tongue irritation didn't survive the night, so I'm not worried about it any more.
:o I had Levi Root's Reggae Reggae Chicken & Sunshine Rice
The tongue irritation didn't survive the night, so I'm not worried about it any more.
Double the raggae, double the yum!
I want to go swimming so so so so so so so so so so so badly.
In a nice pond or quarry. Ice cold water.
Ahhhhh, heaven.
I like waves, like the ones at Ogden dunes on a windy day.
I think our pool opens this weekend. If not this weekend, then next. Yay!
I want to go swimming so so so so so so so so so so so badly.
In a nice pond or quarry. Ice cold water.
Ahhhhh, heaven.
I just came from the pool. It was like walking in swamp mud. Mind you, i was just watching, not swimming ;) Hebe's first long course meet. 200IM tonight, she did OK for never having swum in a 50y pool before.
See, body of water I want to get in. Especially with how humid pool halls are. :)
never having swum in a 50y pool before.
I initially read that as "a soy pool," which was a horrifying thought indeed.
5omewhat longer than usual.
eggzactly. she kicked ass today :D took 2 seconds off her 100 backstroke seed time -which is apparently equivalent to a 5 second drop in a 100Y race in a 25Y pool. Which is almost unheard of at her level (backstroke is her worst stroke, though).
And she won her breaststroke heat and dropped the equiv of 1s in short course yards time which is most excellent. ....because this is "her event", so dropping a couple of hundredths is noteworthy, a second is like a royal wedding announcement :lol:
... to keep whoring and bragging.... There were 113 participants in the women's 100m breaststroke event, including one who swam in the Michigan grand prix last month against the olympians ... Hebe was seeded 31st and came in 22nd. She's not yet 13.5. It's pretty cool methinks.
Go girl go!
My 8 year old niece ran a 5k on Saturday. (She actually beat her mother, who runs all the time!) Then they rushed to her dance recital, at noon, which I attended. 3 freaking hours, that thing ran. She was in a hip hop group, little flight suit on, so cute. Of course, she was only on for their 4 minute part then she was back on for the finale. There had to be over 30 groups. Then they had another show at 6 pm!
Yesterday we were playing with the basketball and the older girl said S was too lazy to chase the ball. S said "I ran a 5k yesterday and had 2 dance recitals. You CANNOT call me lazy!" Well said, beautiful little one, well said. :)
Now it's softball, I think basketball and volleyball are over! :lol:
I get how the kids can do it all, but the parents must be exhausted. :)
eta: Oh yeah, and she gets straight As. ;)
Is mobster on vacation or something?
Me miss mobster. I have a code in my nobe, that's why I can't say her name right.
I thought you were until I saw this post! When you are both gone I am bored! :neutral:
aaw :o I was at camp in The Wilderness (just north of Detroit). No interwebs there, the ganstas done stoled it all. Ziplining in the snow. awesome. :rolleyes: :lol:
Very proud of my camper, who was the first all the way up the climbing wall to ring the bell at the top, got a dead center bullseye in archery and can shoot/arch/whatever accurately with both hands, was the only kid to get the ring on the hook multiple times and was noted for his leadership, manners and helpfulness. :love: :D
[COLOR="White"]No prizes for the first one to FTFY "mainlining the snow" Just sayin' It's old now.[/COLOR]
scuse me, how many the fuck teeth does James Brown have in the lower jaw? he is shark?
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he does seem to have had a lot of teeth. Kind of sad that pavarotti can't stand up.
I have an itching deep within my ear.
I fantasise about having a long spike to clear my ear and restore my hearing.
Mum and I had a conversation the other day and it turns out that what I half- remember is basically true. They stuck something long and thin in my ear because I had hard impacted wax. Later it would be removed by having my ears syringed. Now it's done by suction.
On every occasion it was an extraordinary sensation, and opened up a whole world of hearing to me.
But any time I have a cold, or am coming down with one (the battering my immune system gets from 30 4-5 year olds!) I always invisage a long spindly thing, spearing and lifting out chunks of wax.
Maybe that's why I never developed a fear of needles.
One of the three nine-year-olds in my hotel room tonight insisted on checkinh for bedbugs. I wasn't itching before......(now typing in the dark -it's after lights out.....)
I have an itching deep within my ear.
I fantasise about having a long spike to clear my ear and restore my hearing.
I have this sensation most of the time. I get psoriasis in my ear canal, so I spend half my life with cotton buds shoved down them.
Boiling water poured on dried leaves from half a world away, topped up with cow juice.
So good in the mornings.
I have this sensation most of the time. I get psoriasis in my ear canal, so I spend half my life with cotton buds shoved down them.
*nods* I get eczema in my ear. Very itchy.
I'm back! In case you missed me. i feel more ravaged after one night away in a hotel with the 3rd/4th grade than two nights in a ramshackle cabin with the 5th/6th last week. Gawd alone knows how I'll feel after three in a hostel in Chicago with the 7th/8th next week :eek:
I was frightened this morning when it was so bright outside and I could see a big fiery ball in the sky! Anyone in the midwest know what that is? :eyebrow:
I decided I did not want a super-cheap haircut this month.
It's not super-cheap for a start, just cheaper than anywhere else, and last time I went there I had an appalling haircut that I had to live with for another 2 months.
So of course I trimmed my own fringe (bangs).
Hmmmm... How did it go?
Let's say less well than when I have done it previously.
I will wash it and check it out of course.
What? I shouldn't have cut it dry? Like I should read hair-dye instructions before I use them...? C'mon.
Actually.... thinking back, I did a wet cut last time. D'oh!
What I am tempted to do now is dye my hair blonde.
I bought a discounted dye (it had no cap enclosed - I have hair-dye caps at home) to use this summer. Before some other cheap witch snapped it up.
I'm thinking, if I use it now it might distract people from my fringe.
Or at the very least make me feel better.
But then - what if it turns out red hair + bleach = too orangey for crows?
Of course I am asking you.
Of course I am really just sounding out my own opinion.
It's like I have someone inside me saying "I dare you!" and "I double dare you!"
No, it really is under consideration.
I wanted to dye my hair pink for the summer anyway (hence the bleach purchase).
But if I dye it blonde now I can use spray-in pink as and when I want. And it will be cheaper. Just more hassle, hence it not being my first summer choice.
I don't know what I'm typing any more, the flecks of hair on my face and chest are itching me too much.
Gawd alone knows how I'll feel after three in a hostel in Chicago with the 7th/8th next week :eek:
Hostile?
Well, as you're asking, it's dried okay.
kinda zig-zaggy, but that was what I wanted.
If I'd tried to cut a blunt fringe (bangs) I know it would have been uneven.
This way it's choppy.
May still dye it.
We're having five 9 year old boys for a sleep over tonight. Wish me luck.
No, I'm not Micheal Jackson. They are coming over for my son's birthday party.
We're having five 9 year old boys for a sleep over tonight. Wish me luck.
No, I'm not Micheal Jackson. They are coming over for my son's birthday party.
amp them up as much as possible as soon as possible. caffeinated soda and lots of it. candy. frenetic video games. play outside, preferably touch football or some kind of gang wrestling game, red rover red rover. keep applying the sugar and candy and caffeine.
then they'll all collapse and you can sleep.
Random crazy story:
My grandma found some baby animals out in her yard the other day, newborn or almost so it was hard to tell for sure what they were. Finally determined they were baby bunnies. She kept an eye on them but didn't want to move/disturb them until the mom came back. She had to leave to go to the store after a few hours though. When she got back to check on them, there was a snake! It had eaten two already! So she grabbed a stick, caught that damn snake, killed it and cut the bunnies out of it...alive! Fuck yeah, go grandma! She put them back with the rest.
Momma bunny never came back though and later all the baby bunnies got eaten by another snake too late for my grandma to stop it and save them. She did kill the snake anyway out of revenge for the bunnies.
So, crazy story, got happy and then ended terribly terribly sad with death all around.
Random crazy story:
My grandma found some baby animals out in her yard the other day, newborn or almost so it was hard to tell for sure what they were. Finally determined they were baby bunnies. She kept an eye on them but didn't want to move/disturb them until the mom came back. She had to leave to go to the store after a few hours though. When she got back to check on them, there was a snake! It had eaten two already! So she grabbed a stick, caught that damn snake, killed it and cut the bunnies out of it...alive! Fuck yeah, go grandma! She put them back with the rest.
Momma bunny never came back though and later all the baby bunnies got eaten by another snake too late for my grandma to stop it and save them. She did kill the snake anyway out of revenge for the bunnies.
So, crazy story, got happy and then ended terribly terribly sad with death all around.
Sounds like my kind of gal. a/s/l?
:eek:
That's somewhere between Old Testament, Shakespeare and Tarantino.
Got a letter from my very first official girlfriend today, inviting me to a JR High School reunion. Good grief. :facepalm:
You went to school with JR?!
Sounds like my kind of gal. a/s/l?
:eek:
My parents are kinda pissed she killed the snakes. Bunnies are the pest (eating their garden) and snakes are good since they eat the bunnies, rats, mice and shrews that cause problems. I like snakes too, but I would be seriously sad about the death of the bunnies also. /shrug
Obviously I haven't had enough deadlines this week...just worked out that the number of serious deadlines has a direct correlation to the amount of lurking I do and responses I write on the Cellar.
i.e. lots of looming deadlines=no posting
vs
no looming deadlines = no or very little posting.
I have a translation due tomorrow and an assignment due in 1.5 weeks so this must be the appropriate time to catch up with thread reading and posting responses.
Wow!
[COLOR="Yellow"]Does grandma have a hutch on hand for next time? That way, all of her baby bunny saving efforts wouldn't go to waste...[/COLOR]
I'm imagining your grandma being a Scarlett O'Hara type in terms of braveness and practicality (during the war...you know the chapter where Scarlett kills the Yankee who has come to take all their food and threaten the virtue of their women and is the hero of the household for her quick thinking and steady handedness in a crisis)
Hostile?
Hostile is an understatement. That was the worst field trip of my LIFE!
Wow!
[COLOR="Yellow"]Does grandma have a hutch on hand for next time? That way, all of her baby bunny saving efforts wouldn't go to waste...[/COLOR]
I'm imagining your grandma being a Scarlett O'Hara type in terms of braveness and practicality (during the war...you know the chapter where Scarlett kills the Yankee who has come to take all their food and threaten the virtue of their women and is the hero of the household for her quick thinking and steady handedness in a crisis)
except only melly knows she killed him....
(STILL reading it -had to return it to the library and only just got it back)
except only melly knows she killed him....
(STILL reading it -had to return it to the library and only just got it back)
I'd forgotten about that. Is this your first read?
Which bits are you liking best?
It's more of an experience than a love relationship. I do enjoy it when the character descriptions perfectly represent people IRL ;)
It's more of an experience than a love relationship. I do enjoy it when the character descriptions perfectly represent people IRL ;)
No-one in the book matched anyone IRL for me, but I couldn't stand Viven Leigh's movie portrayal of Scarlett O' Hara (couldn't watch it). I much preferred the book version.
I love me some Vivien Leigh. I thought she was perfect.
And then I saw her in A Streetcar Named Desire and realized she wasn't a one-role wonder.
Plus, I share her birthday. ;)
the latest "speedo" from Speedo is called the
Mighty Python
:eek: :lol:
I received a lewd phone call today. First time in about 10 years.
How does that work? Was it targeted specifically for you?
the latest "speedo" from Speedo is called the Mighty Python
:eek: :lol:
It will resist bagging, sagging...
It is useless to resist us
How does that work? Was it targeted specifically for you?
It was on the generic side... he said my first name, asked what I was doing. I had to keep asking him to repeat himself because he was whispering, presumably to make his voice unrecognizable. After learning that I was eating my lunch, he told me that he wished he could be eating me for lunch, except he had to say it like 4 times before I could understand, and by then I was bored and hung up.
At first I was thinking it was someone from my chemistry class, because we had to put our names and phone numbers on a list in case people wanted to form study groups, but the number I put on that list was my cellphone, and this call came to the house. So either it was someone who actually knows me (and even the people who know me generally only know my cell phone number) or it was just someone who picked me at random out of the white pages.
It was on the generic side... he said my first name, asked what I was doing. I had to keep asking him to repeat himself because he was whispering, presumably to make his voice unrecognizable. After learning that I was eating my lunch, he told me that he wished he could be eating me for lunch, except he had to say it like 4 times before I could understand, and by then I was bored and hung up.
At first I was thinking it was someone from my chemistry class, because we had to put our names and phone numbers on a list in case people wanted to form study groups, but the number I put on that list was my cellphone, and this call came to the house. So either it was someone who actually knows me (and even the people who know me generally only know my cell phone number) or it was just someone who picked me at random out of the white pages.
Anthony Weiner has escalated! :eek:
... At first I was thinking it was someone from my chemistry class, because we had to put our names and phone numbers on a list in case people wanted to form study groups, but the number I put on that list was my cellphone, and this call came to the house. So either it was someone who actually knows me (and even the people who know me generally only know my cell phone number) or it was just someone who picked me at random out of the white pages.
I used to get lewd phone calls back when I was a military instructor. Male students would get instructors' home numbers from the phone book and put their girlfriends up to making the calls. You may have to look beyond the caller to find the real prankster.
When I was in middle school or so, I remember going over to a friend's house to do homework, and we wound up going through the phone book, looking for funny names. Then we would call them and make some lame comment about their names while giggling and then hang up. We were wild and crazy back then. No stopping us.
In college we'd look in the directory for foreign names (during International Week) and call their phone and my friend Pat would say "Happy International Week. Oogla Boogla!"
We were awful. ;)
@glatt: Unstoppable!
Do you have Prince Albert in a can?
We could call Sheldon and ask if he'd like Prince Albert in the can or if He's ever had Prince Albert in the can?
It was on the generic side... he said my first name, asked what I was doing. I had to keep asking him to repeat himself because he was whispering, presumably to make his voice unrecognizable. After learning that I was eating my lunch, he told me that he wished he could be eating me for lunch, except he had to say it like 4 times before I could understand, and by then I was bored and hung up.
At first I was thinking it was someone from my chemistry class, because we had to put our names and phone numbers on a list in case people wanted to form study groups, but the number I put on that list was my cellphone, and this call came to the house. So either it was someone who actually knows me (and even the people who know me generally only know my cell phone number) or it was just someone who picked me at random out of the white pages.
Well, someone from your chem class who knew your name could certainly look you up in the white pages too. It's creepy however you look at it. :(
Been thinking of some phrases I would have REALLY liked to hear right before I went under before my surgery. Here is my favorite I've thought of so far tho:
"Patient 1: administering the Hyde formula now. When she wakes up she will remember nothing of her drinking, whoring, gambling or violent actions.....note: patient seems to be predisposed to these behaviors already."
I thought I'd just put this here cause I couldn't really think of where else to put it, and didn't really want to start a new thread.
It's been a really long week and we're all exhausted around here. Dazza's Mum passed away last Tuesday, and the funeral was on Friday which also happened to be my birthday, so it kinda got a bit forgotten really. Dazza had no siblings, so it was up to us to organise and host the funeral and wake, which basically meant that I had to sort most of it out because Dazza was incapable of coherent thought.
So anyway, thanks to those who wished me the best for my birthday. We've got a long way to go here yet, but we'll get there.
Moderate thunderstorm. Couple close strikes. Passed by. Sun came out. Birds chirping. And THEN the power goes out.
That was 4 hours ago and now I'm sitting here in the dark.
Weirdest thing happened this morning.
I was cutting through the empty mail room by the loading dock coming into the building. I came into the small room, walked four paces to the opposite door, opened it, and heard all these coins falling on the floor.
I glanced back, and saw a handful of change still rolling around on the floor in the far corner, away from both doors I had just used. I was the only person in the room. I had no change in my pockets that might have fallen out.
I walked back over to that corner and picked up 40 cents in nickels and a couple dimes. The only thing I can figure is that there were a couple tiny mail slots, and some unseen and unheard person on the other side of the wall had shoved a handful of change out one of those slots. Or maybe it had something to do with the vending machine in there. The room is small enough that when you open a door fast, it would affect the air pressure in there.
Bizarre. Ghosts are throwing change at me.
Dude, you're lucky. My ghosts only cast aspersions at me.
:lol:
That is truly bizarre. You should buy the ghosts a piece of candy and place it near where the money came from.
No change this morning. The ghosts need 45 more cents before I can buy a candy bar from the machine for them.
Don't do it! Save the money for art.
At first I was thinking it was someone from my chemistry class...
I just remembered THIS:
She throws back her hair and she shows you her mouth
The breath that I waste trying to ruin your life
Beauty's on a budget but you take it on the chin
'Cause you have to do your duty taking orders from the kingpin
Chorus:
You've got a chemistry class, I want a piece of your mind
You don't know what you started when you mixed it up with mine
Are you ready for the final solution? Oh Oh
They chopped you up in butcher's school
Threw you out of the academy of garbage
You'll be a joker all your life
A student at the comedy college
People pleasing people pleasing people like you
You've been around so long but you still don't know what to do
(Chorus)
Sparks are flying from electrical pylons
Snakes and ladders running up and down her nylons
Ready to experiment, you're ready to be burned
If it wasn't for some accidents then some would never ever learn
(Chorus)
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My neighbors are going to Europe for a week. We will be feeding their animals (sheep, rabbits, cows) so I will only have time to eat, sleep, and smell like livestock. :eek: YAY! :neutral:
My neighbors are going to Europe for a week. We will be feeding their animals (sheep, rabbits, cows) so I will only have time to eat, sleep, and smell like livestock. :eek: YAY! :neutral:
wow
You deserve the best neighbor award.
I can't find the gift certificates someone gave me for Washtenaw Dairy, the traditional end-of-year desination for my kids' school :(
I have, however, found a small area of floor in my "office", and nearly filled my ginormous recycling wheelie bin -and only a fraction of the 10 years' stash of New Scientist are in there so far........
Pack-rat is unpacking. Rattliy. I want my gift certificates! We want donuts and ice cream without paying for them!
There has been a rash of thefts lately. Woodchuck carcuses...carcii...carcusses (?), gift certificates, brain cells.
Everything is going missing.
Went to the dentist today.
I knew my gums were slightly inflamed - it happens sometimes and then passes.
Anyway, she recommended I saw the hygienist. £45. Hell no!
Not wanting to play up to the sterotype of bad English dental attitudes, but I just can't afford it. £17 check-up every six months is bad enough.
I'll follow her other recommendations re getting a single bristle brush for my wisdom tooth (half out and the first time I've ever had it officially confirmed) and going back to Corsodyl mouthwash for a while. But I've self-prescribed Corsodyl for myself before anyway, and it sorts things out.
I haven't been to a hygienist for approx 20 years and I have no fillings and have never had a tooth extracted. It's going to happen at some point I assume, simply due to age, and I don't think a hygienist will be able to prevent that.
My teeth and I reckon we're getting by okay and would rather spend £45 on high-sugar foods and drunken carousing. Or at least putting money aside for Glasgow; in which case only the latter applies. I haven't heard my liver's opinion on that recently though... Am planning a spot of teetotalling in the months prior...
But a ghost threw change at me.
Hey yeah, glatt, any more spectral earnings lately?
Me and one other woman heard a noise in the ceiling today. I thought it sounded like someone's water breaking and she thought it sounded like something fell. She kept thinking the ceiling was going to fall on her head.
Strangely, the hallway smells like either a sewer tunnel or a hog barn. Probably some student crawled up into the ceiling and died there.
Get yourself a Sou'Wester until they fix that busted sewer main. Seriously.
I'd be calling your maintenance folks if I were you.
"Hi, I heard something like water splashing up in the ceiling, and now it smells like a sewer in here." That will get them moving.
But a ghost threw change at me.
I often find spare change on the street.
It starts off with 20p and 50p pieces, then all of a sudden I'm finding £1 and £2 coins. Stacks of them! At which point I almost
always click that it's a dream. In fact I sometimes try to stay in the dream-illusion hoping that it will still be real money if I do.
If a ghost in the machine started spewing coins at me, there is a possibility that I would have tried to fly. And maybe naked. Because it would have had to be a dream, right?
In reality, I appreciate your sensible approach to this.
I could so easily imagine it as a portent in a horror film.
Where the next scene is your radio suddenly turning itself on.
And your newspaper horoscope predicting death every day.
And every light changing to red just as you reach it.
And getting a pimple
on the inside of your nose!
Keep a rational mind.
Just be wary.
There has been a rash of thefts lately. Woodchuck carcuses...carcii...carcusses (?), gift certificates, brain cells.
Everything is going missing.
But a ghost threw change at me.
Tooth Fairy principle. Be afraid.
I can't find the gift certificates someone gave me for Washtenaw Dairy, the traditional end-of-year desination for my kids' school :(
I have, however, found a small area of floor in my "office", and nearly filled my ginormous recycling wheelie bin -and only a fraction of the 10 years' stash of New Scientist are in there so far........
Pack-rat is unpacking. Rattliy. I want my gift certificates! We want donuts and ice cream without paying for them!
I found them, I found them, I found them!
Great! And is your house clean now?
She was busy screaming for ice cream! (That joke just never gets old.) ;)
Since I switched Diz from raw chicken to catfood (following the Bank Holiday choke-a-thon) he has been doing some absolutely monstrous poo's (apostrophe allowed for clarity).
Gaggingly meaty and I'm sure there are more of them.
He doesn't cover them up any more either - probably just running from the smell himself.
So the expensive CatSan I buy - because his litter tray is in my bedroom - doesn't even get a chance to work its magic.
Yukky.
I'm getting a whiff of one now. And I'm two rooms away.
Off with a poo bag to remove the offending article.
POO! Smelly as well as literally.
I'm sure this can't be good for him if it smells so bad.
Like me having Guinness and pizza farts back in the day.
Tajjy used to have those noxious poo's. OMG.
Gaines is physiologically more well-adjusted than any cat I've ever known. Never sick, poo always nice and solid. I've seen him almost barf like once. He eats and drinks the same as all my cats did...but he's just got a strong constitution. I think it's 'cause he's Russian. ;)
Psychologically, he's a nut, but that's what I like in a cat. :)
Note how I am still here.
The 'rents are cooking dinner and I am above the kitchen, so the smell of fish (Friday) has overcome the smell of poo.
Really, I will clean his tray soon - I'm a responsible owner.
But the timing is wrong now.
Mum sometimes makes silly comments about how often I clean Diz's tray (I adore him - it's clean).
And she brought up three babies.
And she likes to mock my gag reflex.
But even so it's not fair to take a poo-bag through the kitchen during dinner.
you could de-bone the chicken
Woke up yesterday to find water flowing down the streets. A water main had broken about 100 feet away from us. We had very low water pressure from 6am to about 11am.
Want to eat some fruit but I'm too lazy to put some already cut melon into a bowl so I can bring them into my room to eat. Yeah, I can exercise my ass off but I won't go into the kitchen to get some fruits. :lol: Or maybe subconsciously I don't want to see the pile of dishes that I have to wash later. Nah, I'm just lazy. :D
It appears that the thread "Word Association, part deux." may be a Cellar record holder with its total of 66 deleted posts. Perhaps it should be accorded Cellar Landmark status.
If only 17,941 was the record.....
A fat heifer stepped on the top of my foot and that is 1100 lbs more weight than its used to bearing. :eyebrow:
Ow! I had a milk cow step on a cats paw while I was milking one time. The cow never had a clue but the cat was clawing at her like crazy.
I swam a shitload and lost 7lbs in a month. I rock. but my swimming thread is boring everyone, so I'm whoring my acomplishment here :D.....
Next week I'mm'a learn to spell.....
Oh Monnie, don't fret.
And I'm not bored by your swimming thread. Like with Clod, it's an alien world to me, so I read rather than comment.
I whore JB in every thread. I've learned not to contain myself. I take The Nile as my example. It used to flood every year and the effluvium it carried brought a diversity of crops to Egypt.
In other words, where there's shit, there's grass.
Oh and re Diz's chicken, the theory behind the Blood and Bones feeding is that wings give the perfect blend of bone, marrow, blood, fat and protein. The only better source for cats is chicken necks. Except you can't buy them in this country. Not from butchers anyway. That boy loved cracking those bones - he would walk away from chopped chicken after a while (yes, he would come back - he's a cat) but would stay to crack open full chick wings.
Mum said it was my fault for not cutting the pieces small enough. But if he grew wings and flew away it would be my fault too. I may have over-reacted (which means yes I did and don't want to admit it) but for now he gets pouch food with too many carbs and sugar and colouring. When I've paid off this vet bill I might consider putting him back on a chicken diet... Maybe.
Does it say something about my lack of class that I find
this T-shirt funny?
LOL, I wish I had the balls to wear that to work.
We now interrupt your regularly scheduled thread for some whine:
The antibiotics pretty much cleared the sinus infection but the bronchitis lingers. I've been sick for over a week now, and I'm weak. Vacation time ruined. This weekend not looking to fare better. I'm wondering about pneumonia: sometimes I can't breathe except like an asthmatic.
I'm a horrible sick person.
We now resume your scheduled thread for your viewing pleasure.
Still sick. Still hacking. Still breathing like an asthmatic.
Yes, I know you care.
Has anyone heard of fish racing yet?
You will. Remember cornhole? This is the next big thing.
You saw it here first. (I missed a family party where they had fish racing, cause I was sick...apparently it's freaking hilarious.)
Still sick. Still hacking. Still breathing like an asthmatic.
Yes, I know you care.
me too. i'm almost ready to go to the doctor, I've had this cough over a month now :(
I finished a z-pack, to no avail.
It is the sucketh.
I have the energy of a wet noodle.
I need to go and be a wet noodle. I should pass the 25 mile mark today. Maybe even the 26 too...... unless i cough up a lung.
I didn't even swim yesterday at my brother's house. My ears are just now clearing out, and I know I would get water in them and it would hurt (or in my lungs or whatever.)
I dangled my feet and that was about it.
Happy 25 miles!
Is your cough definitely chest congestion or is it really bad post nasal drip. My husband and I had that cough for at least a month. The doc gave him z-pack too and it did zip.
I swam a shitload and lost 7lbs in a month. I rock. but my swimming thread is boring everyone, so I'm whoring my acomplishment here :D.....
Woman, why did you put this here? I was following you over in the other thread. Stay in the other thread so we can cheer you on. Well, at least you have one follower and that's me. :D By the way, CONGRATS on your 7 lbs lost. :cheerldr: Keep it up!! Keep it up!!! :cheerldr:
We now interrupt your regularly scheduled thread for some whine:
The antibiotics pretty much cleared the sinus infection but the bronchitis lingers. I've been sick for over a week now, and I'm weak. Vacation time ruined. This weekend not looking to fare better. I'm wondering about pneumonia: sometimes I can't breathe except like an asthmatic.
I'm a horrible sick person.
We now resume your scheduled thread for your viewing pleasure.
So sorry to hear about your sickness, Infinite. I hope you get better soon. :)
Is your cough definitely chest congestion or is it really bad post nasal drip. My husband and I had that cough for at least a month. The doc gave him z-pack too and it did zip.
Me? It was diagnosed as bronchitis, and there is definitely stuff in my lungs that isn't moving. My lungs squeak from time to time, in between wheezing. I've still got some nasal issues too but I think the infection is gone.
Thanks Lola! And I am keeping monster and you in mind as my motivations. WHEN I feel better I am going to start being better!
Infi, if this is an ongoing thing you need to get serious with your doctor.
Guidelines here state that if you have a cough for 3 weeks you want to look at other symptoms, it might be more serious.
Not trying to freak you out - better to be safe than sorry.
And no, that's not a hypochrondriac reaction, it's official information which busy GPs sometimes miss.
I just wanted to let y'all know that my phonics group have really been missing me.
I was in late Friday (scheduled time off) AND Monday and Tuesday (work times changed so I could attend Tiger's new classroom orientations as they happen in the afternoons.)
Given that phonics is usually @ 10.00, the sessions have had to be merged. It was a teaching decision, but the children don't really get that - my five feel they have missed out.
They haven't of course, but I did get a little frisson, given that my motley crew include a child barely able to sit still for ten minutes; a child who is pretty much unable to speak; the shyest and shakiest boy; probably the most troublesome. The latter frequently asks me whether I am angry. In a hopeful way. He has decided if I am angry I will stamp on his head, and this phrase has permeated the group. I am asked to stamp on their heads at least three times a week.
Oh I missed one out of my count. He's a little moptop I can't otherwise categorise.
The wonderful thing about them is they all try damned hard.
They all enjoy the work.
And they love being in a small group - they were seriously getting left behind when it was a full class activity. Hence Mrs P's decision to calve them off.
At a time when I am working on Tiger's social skills - a nebulous and long-term goal - I have seen four out of five able to write their names. And ALL of them improve in sounding out letters and blending into words.
I know it's not something many people can relate to, but it has made me really happy.
And knowing my group have actually missed THE WORK is a real boost.
Back to normal scheduling tomorrow.
And I bet they act like little sods...
He has decided if I am angry I will stamp on his head, and this phrase has permeated the group. I am asked to stamp on their heads at least three times a week.
(a) :lol: at the idea of Sundae actually stamping on a kiddie's head!
(b) that sort of reputation could come in useful...
Infikey, late last (southern) winter a bug causally called the 40-day cough went around Adeliade. Turns out it was whooping cough. Sounds a bit like what you have. Maybe check it out. That or leprosy. Take your pick. ;)
I knew I shouldn't have gone to Badelaide just to meet YOU.
I suppose if it isn't better by Friday I'll try to get in. It's the exhaustion that worries me, and makes it difficult to even want to leave the house.
Thanks! :)
I found out the ex-s parents house burned to the ground. . . on July 4th.
Is that good or bad or just random, classic?
I can think of some people's houses I would like to be burnt down.
But no-one I know right now. Maybe that's what equilibrium is.
I've just had a poo.
Diz also had one at approx the same time.
I have cleared it from his tray.
I didn't spray any air freshener for either of us as I don't like it, and with Mum away I'll have no moans.
But now I keep thinking I can smell one or the other.
1) Why do my poos smell like something that has exited from a cat?
2) if a poo falls in the house and no mother can hear it, does it still smell?
3) Is it possible to get atom-sized poo particles in your nose hair so you think you smell it for ages?
4) Is this subliminal guilt about the odour of sanctity and nothing to do with poo at all?
ETA got the answer as soon as I posted this. Dad was having a pasty for tea.
While they do not smell like poo, when filtered through floorboards and carpet they do have a peculiar meaty smell not obvious at close range. In fact I used to think I smelled catfood when one of my colleagues at them at his desk, despite having no objection to the product if put in front of me. Not a good advert though.
So neither poo was to blame.
But Dad's might be tomorrow.
When Ah were a boy, we only had two Yorkeshiremen. And we had to hire them by the hour.
Just an update, and FYI, the 411, for those who have been following along at home:
I went back to the doc on Saturday. I did indeed have a lingering infection in my lungs. The z-pack, while convenient and usually effective, wasn't strong enough to knock the infection out of my lungs.
So I'm on another antibiotic and something for the asthma-like wheezing that happens when I cough and that almost sent me to the hospital early into the illness.
And I'm feeling much better already. :)
I love my doc. I don't mind seeing the PA or NP in a pinch, but no one knows me like my Doc!
someone needs to spoof this on a harry potter theme:
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I'm considering trying a "hot yoga" class. (For those who are unaware, this is like regular yoga, but a little more geared toward the "exercise" rather than "relaxation" angle... and it's done in a room that is 90 degrees and 60% humidity.)
Anyone ever done one of these?
My SiL was into it when they were on the left coast. She loved it.
I have new friends this summer who I love apart from their freakish hot yoga obsession. i don't hate that bit about them, i just don't love it either. they talk about it a lot. they are self confessed addicts and go every day (usually not together because one of them has to be the kid taxi), and they plan to travel to hear the cheif-hot-yogi speak this summer. they admit he's nuts. they admit they're nuts. Would you like me to ask them any questions about it?
Just an update, and FYI, the 411, for those who have been following along at home:
I went back to the doc on Saturday. I did indeed have a lingering infection in my lungs. The z-pack, while convenient and usually effective, wasn't strong enough to knock the infection out of my lungs.
So I'm on another antibiotic and something for the asthma-like wheezing that happens when I cough and that almost sent me to the hospital early into the illness.
And I'm feeling much better already. :)
I love my doc. I don't mind seeing the PA or NP in a pinch, but no one knows me like my Doc!
Sorry if you posted somewhere else and I'm too lazy to find it. How are you doing infi? Any better?
I'm getting worried, I have an out of state friend who's been going through chemo for lymphoma. It wasn't going well and they were gonna bump him up to radiation. I haven't heard from him in weeks. He hasn't been online or responded to my text. I'm afraid to do more in case I get a message back telling me he died. :(
Sorry if you posted somewhere else and I'm too lazy to find it. How are you doing infi? Any better?
I'm getting worried, I have an out of state friend who's been going through chemo for lymphoma. It wasn't going well and they were gonna bump him up to radiation. I haven't heard from him in weeks. He hasn't been online or responded to my text. I'm afraid to do more in case I get a message back telling me he died. :(
Thanks for asking, mtp. :)
I had a backslide over the weekend. I didn't go anywhere except for store runs. I still have hope that this round of antibiotics will knock it out. If not, I guess they'll need to look further. The way my brain works, one moment I'm sure I have a terminal illness and the next I'm sure my job is killing me. Either way, I'm helpless. Sigh...is this the kind of stuff we're allowed to talk about in the Cellar?
As to your friend, is there someone who would know about your friend that you could message? Not knowing is the worst, even if what you find out is awful, I think. :comfort:
it's done in a room that is 90 degrees and 60% humidity.
Why would you want that? The extra intensity I understand, but why the uncomfortable room?
On Saturday night I was so drunk I fell down and pissed my pants.
Why would you want that? The extra intensity I understand, but why the uncomfortable room?
I would love it, I think. I like to take hour long walks when its really hot and sunny outside. My body is warmed up and loose from the get go.
Why would you want that? The extra intensity I understand, but why the uncomfortable room?
Supposedly it's just better for you--the extra sweating allows your body to clear toxins more efficiently, including the lactic acid that your muscles naturally create when exercising. (Of course it's imperative that you replace that water during and afterwards.) Also, they make this claim that when the ambient temperature is close to 98.6 degrees, you don't have to waste energy maintaining your body temperature, and more can be directed on the mental/physical focus you're supposed to be achieving. That works if you're just stretching, but if you're really working out I would think your body has to work harder to keep you cool instead...? I dunno. I think maybe you just get an endorphin rush trying to keep yourself alive in the heat, and that's why people think they like it. :)
my yoga teacher says it's a gimmick.
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:tux:
Look at Jason Donovan's mullet in the first frame: :)
it is teh awesome! In a redneck way...
I see a problem here.
The mullet is indeed a redneck accessory of the first order. But wouldn't the presence of the mullet prevent the neckal redness from forming properly? Will wanna-be rednecks be forced to visit tanning salons and pink-up their napes? Will a new wave of solaria be opened in Hicksvilles around the world? Will this be what drags the sluggish economy forward?
Thanks for asking, mtp. :)
I had a backslide over the weekend. I didn't go anywhere except for store runs. I still have hope that this round of antibiotics will knock it out. If not, I guess they'll need to look further. The way my brain works, one moment I'm sure I have a terminal illness and the next I'm sure my job is killing me. Either way, I'm helpless. Sigh...is this the kind of stuff we're allowed to talk about in the Cellar?
As to your friend, is there someone who would know about your friend that you could message? Not knowing is the worst, even if what you find out is awful, I think. :comfort:
Is there anything we aren't allowed to talk about on the Cellar? That sucks that you backslid, I really hope you get better. I for one, would blame the job.
Funny thing, I actually heard from him last night, finally. He's doing better, finally! We're internet buddies (for the past 4yrs) so I don't know anyone in his RL, and I doubt they know of me. /shrug
I know of one person he still talks to from our old gaming days but I don't actually know how to contact this person, or if he would know more than I. Well for now, the issue is resolved, so I'm happy.
This week will be hot enough to cook a hog in a hamper! >phew!< :greenface
There's Halloween Stuff at the Dollar Store.
On our way back from dropping my daughter off at camp, I came this [SIZE="1"]--><-- [/SIZE]close to being involved in a spectacular crash at 70 MPH on a congested highway.
A truck had just lost its tread off a wheel, and that tread was stretching completely across my lane. The minivan two cars ahead of me swerved onto the shoulder to avoid it. The car in front of me was slower to react, and the driver did a little swerve to the left before hitting it, jerking the wheel back to the right and spinning around at 70 MPH before slamming rear end first into the cable guardrails. Meanwhile I was already slowing down and moving to the right, so I missed everything. I pulled off the highway, and we went back to check on the driver. She was perfectly fine. Not a scratch on her. But her car was probably totalled.
I think pulling over (and complete off the highway way into the grass) to check on her was the right thing to do, but it was dangerous. For a while, the tread was still in the road, and cars going 70 were swerving with little control around it and onto the shoulder closer to me than I wanted.
I've always hated the fact that trucks can get their tires retreaded just to save some money. That cheap tuck driver may have saved a few hundred over buying a new tire, but he almost killed several people, and he caused thousands of dollars in damage, all because he is cheap.
A federal law should be passed banning retreads. It will increase the cost of trucking, which will be passed along to the consumer, but I bet it would save society as a whole more money that it would cost. In 25 years of driving, this is the second time that I've witnessed a retread causing that kind of damage to other vehicles.
Last night, the accident kept replaying in my mind for a couple hours until I fell asleep. It was spectacular and scary.
eek! I'm glad everyone was ok.
You can't spend any time on the highway without seeing tread debris.
That's so scary. I'm glad you're okay.
wow glatt
I am glad you are alright.
I feel your pain, glatt, and I'm so glad you're alright. I won't get into my disdain for the "training" and "talent" of truckers who put our lives in jeopardy every day. They even ramped (ha, pun) up coverage on the interstate by the Highway Patrol just because every freaking accident in the winter (well not every but most) was caused by semi-driver error. They way up in da sky. We're just little ants down here waiting to be killed by behemoths with very bad driving skills. OH, so I guess I will get into my disdain. ;)
OK, my ho posts: I was at my mom and dad's on Saturday and had gone outside to get something out of my car. I heard a jet, and looked up just in time to see an F-16 flying over...so close I almost felt like I could touch it (which of course it wasn't really that close.) It was banking in to a turn. By the time my dad got out of the shop it was long gone. I stood in my parent's driveway, hands in the hair, yelling "WOOOHOOOOOOO." My family has always been into stuff like that. Puts tears in my eyes. And reminds me that my nephew is in Quantico learning to be a pilot. Amazing stuff.
Second ho post: Leaving there, I saw a car pulling one of those little trailers commonly used by entertainers to get stuff back and forth. It read "Aim High Puppet Minstries." I so wanted to paint out the "A" and put an apostrophe between I and m, to make it I'm High Puppet Ministry. Because seriously, puppets are creepy and people need to be high to appreciate them.
Oh, guess I should 'splain the Dayton INternational Air Show was at the airport. It's a big deal. We used to watch parts of it from the lake/land my dad owned, before he sold it. For one to be clear near my 'rents house is unusual. Wow wow wow.
OH, so I guess I will get into my disdain
Disdain? I thought you drove an ennui.
Nope, I drive a Beetle. ;)
Sometimes. When it does I think fondly of my Fahrvergnügen. ;)
"It is amazing what you can accomplish if you do not care who gets the credit." - Harry S Truman
I find myself looking for the "like" button while reading some cellar posts lately.
Perhaps I'm spending too much time on facebook.
Wow. Today would have been my 20th wedding anniversary. Times fun when you're having flies. :(
wow.. how long ago did you divorce?
About 9 years ago?
We're still friends. He called to wish me a happy Un-iversary.
Just amazing that all this time has passed. I'm getting so old.
Wow. Today would have been my 20th wedding anniversary. Times fun when you're having flies. :(
I went thru that in 2008. Made me feel sad/sick but you know what? I knew the marriage would be a bust the very day I married him.
We were both young. But, still, it was a sad day.
We started out as friends. We did OK with marriage...for a while. It became clear that things were getting very bad. We decided we were very good at being friends but really bad at being married.
I was 26 when I got married, he was 36. It didn't seem so young at the time, but it sure does now.
nice to hear you're still friends. our 20 yr mark <strike>is</strike> would have been in a couple weeks, for the second tour of duty that is. I had a six year stint before. slow learner. fortunately, I haven't learned everything. :)
I'm a one-time loser in the arena of marriage.
Seriously though, everything we go through makes us who we are. This can help explain why I'm about half-insane, and it can help explain why I can't handle conflict very well, and it can explain why I never believed about being put on the proverbial pedestal (why I, in fact, will run screaming from that.)
I got a lot done today! Set up auto bill pay for all of my medical bills, added them to my budget, scheduled needed appointments. Its crazy, I'm never this productive. I am taking off of work next tues through friday because I have to be off of my thyroid meds and I'm already usually on the lethargic side. Friday I have my radioactive iodine treatment, my doc says this is the only one I'll need. He has the advanced copy of guidelines, so the old tells you to be "isolated" for like 13 days, he says that is totally unnecessary, 1 is all that is needed before the iodine is out, so I get to go back to work on Sat and all will be well. Since I do have a whole 4 days off, despite the fact I'll be lethargic as hell, I decided to get some routine maintenance that has been forgotten with all the other appointments I've had to have this year. So Tues I'm off to the dentist for teeth cleaning, Wed I have an orthodontist appointment in the morning and Della has a vet appointment in the afternoon, Thurs I'm getting my hoo-ha health certified, and of course on Friday I'm getting my radioactive iodine which will hopefully give me mutant superpowers like Mystique.
@Infi: seems like you're feeling somewhat better, I hope you are!
Thanks mtp, I am.
I've had three different appts with the freaking pooky doctor. One time I rescheduled. Then she rescheduled (and I got confused with the day of the week and the date due to the previous reschedule and took off work early last friday to go to the appt that wasn't really until Monday and the office was locked up) and then I got a message on Monday that she had to reschedule again.
Like, it takes about all my courage to go through with this kind of crap anyway, you know? Who do I have to have sex with to get a pap smear around here? ARGHHH. ;)
I've just given myself a black eye.
Well, nowhere near a proper one, just a little bruise below the eye.
But it hurt like buggery!
My eye was was itchy, I rubbed it, then I felt the skin GIVE and a sharp pain.
Oh the grimness!
I knew it was wrong.
And yet I wasn't doing anything unusual.
I guess the tissue under my eye is extra fragile because I do rub my eyes too much this time of year.
I have allergy eye-drops but I always come out of the shower with severe red-eye for example. They just suffer, and the surrounding skin suffers equally.
It's a small patch - I'll take a pic tomorrow. Could be a dot from a marker pen.
Teeny-tiny to anyone else.
But not happy about it.
Shaw, you're lucky to be in contact with your ex.
I still dream about mine - I left him and the guilt is still obviously there, buried.
Then again, my dreams kick up all sorts of really peculiar scenarios, some now involving children at my school, but cast in very different roles. I'm not sure if the mind is a wonder or just a badly evolved piece of meat...
Oh, just to add another topic to the comprehensive coverage of my life; we're have quinoa tomorrow. Yay! Talked Mum into it.
Tonight we had chicken in Thai marinade with salad.
She told me a couple of times how much she enjoyed it, and said she'd never have thought of cutting the chicken into bite-sized pieces (being a traditional meat & two veg cook) to make a warm salad.
Which really pleased me.
I love it when I do things she appreciates.
We're here at the beach for a full week, courtesy of my mom.
It was less than 24 hours before the first child asked when it would be time to go home. Sigh.
Bloody Mary is the girl I love
now you can go fuck yourselves
Take heart. I remember asking my Mum whether it was bedtime on holiday and getting a furious reaction.
Genuinely, all I wanted to get was an idea of timeframe.
Children have a warped sense of time - as proved when children in my class ask if it's lunchtime directly after break, or if it's hometime when they haven't even had lunch.
And asked what they did earlier that day will often come up with what they did the day before.
Much smacking of heads in dismay.
Bloody Mary is the girl I love
now you can go fuck yourselves
You can have her too. I'm intoxicated by her older, sweeter, and slyer sister from Spain, Sangria. Whooo baby!
Take heart. I remember asking my Mum whether it was bedtime on holiday and getting a furious reaction.
Genuinely, all I wanted to get was an idea of timeframe.
Children have a warped sense of time - as proved when children in my class ask if it's lunchtime directly after break, or if it's hometime when they haven't even had lunch.
And asked what they did earlier that day will often come up with what they did the day before.
Much smacking of heads in dismay.
That's not really warped time sense as much as an indicator that they are bored and mean to say "I want to go home now" or "I want whatever is happening not to be happening and something different and hopefully better to be happening instead."
At least that's what I mean when I ask those types of questions.
Glad to hear about the headsmacking, thugh. Gotta keep the little rats in line. :D
I get a parking lot upgrade! As people die off (OK, mostly they leave or retire), people move to better and better parking lots. This is my first move, to a parking lot across the street. It's not really much closer to my building, but still. :p:
See what a person can accomplish in 2 [SIZE="1"]3/4[/SIZE] years? :rolleyes:
it's so your cow orkers can see when you're coming to better be ready to stab you in the back :D
Now that you mention it..."Man Who Pissed Me Off But We Talked About It And It's OK Now" is moving up too. Heyyyyyy...
Piers Morgan. I've never watched his show. I've never heard him speak. But everytime I see a picture of him I want to smack him right in the face, with his nose in the air and that superior smirk about him.
He may be a great guy. Having no other experience than picture/advertisements on news websites, I would say he's a pompous little pissbag.
;)
On my daily walk today I saw four Muslim women cleaning the front of their houses/ their doors.
I wondered if it was something to do with Ramadan, although the Muslims I knew in Leicester always had a very thorough house-clean before it started. This seemed to be all about the entrance.
It might just be coincidence, but it's a grey and rainy day, and they were on completely different parts of the estate. I'd still have thought it an odd occurence if they were caucasian.
Have tried looking on the internet, but it's a vague thing to look up.
I'll just have to file it away under Perplexing But Not Really Important.
Night before last, we're watching Jeff Bridges as a special musical guest on the Colbert Report... and I turn and say to Mr. Clod, "Holy shit. I think that's Carrie Rodriguez." And yes, the internet confirmed that the first chair violin player at my high school is now playing in Mr. Bridges' touring band.
And then yesterday was the first day of Microbiology for the Fall semester... and it turns out the professor is the father of another good friend of mine from high school.
"You know too many people," says Mr. Clod.
Night before last, we're watching Jeff Bridges as a special musical guest on the Colbert Report... and I turn and say to Mr. Clod, "Holy shit. I think that's Carrie Rodriguez." And yes, the internet confirmed that the first chair violin player at my high school is now playing in Mr. Bridges' touring band.
And then yesterday was the first day of Microbiology for the Fall semester... and it turns out the professor is the father of another good friend of mine from high school.
"You know too many people," says Mr. Clod.
"...but when the guy behind me asked 'Who's that guy with the funny hat hugging Clodfobble?' it was too much and I fainted."Yabbut I guarantee you Carrie Rodriguez has no fucking clue who I am. :)
She'll weep if we tell her that...
I would really like a cigarette right now.
This is very very unsual.
I might smoke amongst smokers (less than once a year) but never think about it otherwise.
I've been visited by the nicotine fairy!
(hope she tells the weightloss fairy to come by).
I've popped in again, definitely need to work on my post count
yer workin the right thread then...
I've been feeling very unmotivated and blah these days, and I don't like it. I lurk here but don't respond. I've made a mental promise to call someone but can't seem to pick up the phone. I want to check up on some friends but I don't. Blah....
Do I sound pregnant? Never really been around pregnant women before. Anyways, I AM NOT PREGNANT!! :3_eyes: :D
no, you sound premenstrual, but I thought I'd enjoy the response from the ambiguity ;)
"hey lady in the grocery store RIGHT next to me grabbing the same apples,
your close proximity doesn't bother me nearly as much as your gum smacking in my ear!"
I lol'd.
OMFG some people are so lame and needy and so predictably so it's not even funny any more.
To some it hasn't been fun for far too long.
no, you sound premenstrual, but I thought I'd enjoy the response from the ambiguity ;)
Ha! You're teasing me...:p:
no, you sound premenstrual, but I thought I'd enjoy the response from the ambiguity ;)
I'm feeling more hot than usual, so I think you're right. Maybe I am pmsing. :rolleyes: No good cuz I'm gonna start feeling :mad: and :sniff: I'm a mental case whenever I have pms. :neutral:
I don't know if I'm bored or sleepy.
As with Lola, I have no interest in anything, and all I want to do is curl up and go to sleep.
I actually did that yesterday from 12.00-14.00.
But then Mum had smashed a plate and was in a seriously pissy mood, so I retreated and put in my earplugs.
And then couldn't get to sleep last night. It was gone 02.00 at least.
Lovely Diz woke me up at 07.30 doing his patented Tour du Lit, paying special attention to the part where he walks over my pillow on my hair, pulling it quite painfully.
So I probably am bored and tired.
But dreading going to bed too early if there's an equally bored cat in the room.
I have Peach Melba hair.
Tried to bleach the pink out.
Mostly succeeded. But not completely.
So my hair is a mixture of blonde, pink and peach.
Will see if I can get away with it at school - training day on Monday.
If not, deep dark red to cover the lot.
I have little radios playing in my ears.
There was a commercial for a restaurant that specializes in 'hand-breaded tenderloins.'
Huh? I really really want to go there, order a tenderloin, take a bite, jump up spitting it out and choking and trying to drink water and accusing loudly "THAT MUDDERPLUCKIN' TENDERLOIN WAS BREADED BY A MACHINE! I JUST KNOW IT. I CAN TELL HAND-BREADING WHEN I TASTE IT AND THAT AIN'T HAND-BREADING."
I mean. Really.
Sent back a pizza.
Third time.
Okay, over about a six month period, but always for the same complaint. NOT ENOUGH SAUCE. By which I really mean - no sauce at all.
I ordered online with a voucher code.
It was a payday treat.
I minus-ed the Dominos sauce and plus-ed the sundried tomato and garlic sauce.
I got a pizza with NO sauce which was as dry as old whatsits.
So once again I called, and a replacement is coming.
What did the Manager say?
"I'm so sorry. Many of our staff can't read English"
!!!!!!
I hate to say it but I bet your replacement pizzas are COVERED in "special sauce."
;)
It was pretty much okay.
Special Sauce just means more protein :)
Feel a bit sick-ish now actually.
Serves me right.
Quick update on me, just for fun:
Just spent $400 on my car because of an overheating issue. Coolant flush + radiator replacement. That is fixed but now its making an odd noise, kinda like a grinding when I'm in low gear and its still getting "warmed up."
My ex moved to Austin (oh yeah, I broke up with my boyfriend), he is coming back to town next weekend and wants to go to dinner. He owes me money so I have to see him to get paid back but I honestly don't want to go to dinner.
I'm dating a guy I met through OKCupid (don't make fun of me please) he's nice, has a good job (much better than my last disaster), big geek, awful kisser. Really not sure if I like him a whole lot, although he has most of the qualities I generally seek (not the bad kissing bit) so I want to like him, but so far its just not there.
Della is doing good, my BIL is genuinely starting to like her. She did eat a bunch of his cookies last night when he went out with my sis and left them on the coffee table. I was in my bedroom so I didn't hear her misbehaving at first.
Braces should come off soon, hopefully 2 more appointments.
Mom is pissed at me because I told her off for sending me preachy email about work ethics because I stayed home from work for a migraine.
Mom is pissed at my sister and vice verse cuz she and dad are getting conned into yet another pyramid scheme and she won't read any of the data my sister has sent her trying to dissuade her.
My brother lost his job and has been conned into pyramid scheme he is now trying to get mom and dad into.
See my endocrinologist in Oct for a followup, I'm now just on synthroid (that is a good thing) but still feeling pretty depressed/cranky. Maybe thats just how I'm gonna be from now on. Maybe life is just more shitty lately.
MTP, that's a lot of information!
Amd I will respond to it a little later.
I just stopped by to say I am nervous.
I actually have butterflies, as if I am going on a date or something.
Approx 15 minutes until Tennant and Tiger and Mums arrive.
Ridiculous!
Although one of my fears has been assuaged.
Had they been going to cancel, surely I'd have heard by now...?
Is a small tattoo an inkling?
So, MTP.
Ditched the bf - good times.
But it won't work with the new one.
Sorry. It's not me being a doom-mongerer, or the fact that he's a bad kisser (although that doesn't help) it's just that I was there. I saw that, did that, bought the break-up t-shirt. Not with him of course.
If you don't feel it now you never will.
Come over to England and be gay with me instead.
Yay for braces coming off. Your amile will be even more adorable (see above).
And Della eating biscuits that were left out?
Yup, he deserved that.
Tell him it's practice for having kids.
(just don't let him get confused which type of practice!)
Your Mum wasn't to be pissy.
I recognise the symptoms.
Try not to swallow it down or accept blame.
I'm not a good example as I do both, but do what I say not what I do.
Sorry your family are slowly going off their collective rockers.
You've got us though. We went fruitloop a long time back so at least we're a known quantity.
I'm a post[COLOR="White"](who)[/COLOR]er!
Did you know why Google Earth opens where it does? Because if you zoom in fully, you'll arrive at an apartment building in Lawrence, Kansas. It's a secret tribute to Google VP Brian McClendon, who grew up in that building.
Much less of a secret now.
Did you know why Google Earth opens where it does? Because if you zoom in fully, you'll arrive at an apartment building in Lawrence, Kansas. It's a secret tribute to Google VP Brian McClendon, who grew up in that building.
google earth...
was driving in the neighborhood the other day and saw a funny looking car on the road coming toward me. turns out it was a toyota prius painted all google earth-y with a giant apparatus on the roof. I believe the big thing on the roof (looked like a little dalek) was the structure to hold the cameras. t'was cool, but I wasn't quick enough to snap a picture of it.
It's 4:20 somewhere. Oh, here.
'ere.
Crap.
Making my Dalek cake to take in for Tuesday.
Bitch in the office has birthday Monday so no point taking it in then (as in she will already be bringing in cakes).
Maybe I should verbally attack her as soon as she comes into work?
That's what she did on my birthday after all.
Ne'er mind, she's old.
I might be fat but she can't get any younger.
google earth...
was driving in the neighborhood the other day and saw a funny looking car on the road coming toward me. turns out it was a toyota prius painted all google earth-y with a giant apparatus on the roof. I believe the big thing on the roof (looked like a little dalek) was the structure to hold the cameras. t'was cool, but I wasn't quick enough to snap a picture of it.
Shoulda just held up a mirror, then wait a few months.
It's sad when an opportunity such as this is missed.
You should have mooned the Google Buggy.
What a surprise, John R Sellars is browsing. Knew he couldn't keep away.
He had asked for his account and all posts to be deleted. (We don't do that.)
He had asked for his account and all posts to be deleted.
Again.
I thought all of Redux's were deleted?
hmm cannot be searched for though?
His posts might be too old. Click on "archive" in the bottom right, then "View Full Version" on the next screen, then search again.
Deleted users cannot be searched for.
But if you search for his name, you get hits where people were responding to him and then you can see his posts if you scroll back a couple posts. Not sure why anyone would want to go to that much effort to find his posts...
Does anyone have a pen? I've lost all of mine...
Deleted users cannot be searched for.
Thats what I was missing.
But if you search for his name,
hadn't thought of that. I only tried searching for posts by user name.
Not sure why anyone would want to go to that much effort to find his posts...
It was more as a learning exercise than anything. I thought he requested that all his posts be removed and his account be deleted... Then when he posted under F&B I was curious if that had an impact or not on posts under a previous user name. Perhaps they came back or were no longer hidden ... ???
I really didn't know. My point wasn't specifically him. My curiosity started with Emma and how whatever it was that happened to her differed from a standard banning situation.
UT got it. thanks all.
I have two things to do tonight.
One, construct a Dalek cake to take into school tomorrow/
Two, clean Diz's litter tray.
Both are important.
Bother require access to the kitchen (where my parents are currently eating dinner).
I am so sleepy, I want to go to bed RIGHT NOW and do neither.
But of course I can't.
So I am in limbo and grumping about it.
Bloody parents. Bloody poo-bum cats. Bloody cakes.
Very wrong of me.
Deleted users cannot be searched for.
But if you search for his name, you get hits where people were responding to him and then you can see his posts if you scroll back a couple posts. Not sure why anyone would want to go to that much effort to find his posts...
Thats what I was missing.
hadn't thought of that. I only tried searching for posts by user name.
It was more as a learning exercise than anything. I thought he requested that all his posts be removed and his account be deleted... Then when he posted under F&B I was curious if that had an impact or not on posts under a previous user name. Perhaps they came back or were no longer hidden ... ???
I really didn't know. My point wasn't specifically him. My curiosity started with Emma and how whatever it was that happened to her differed from a standard banning situation.
UT got it. thanks all.
google has some command line parameters. Here's an example of one. Also, this works for searching for words of only three characters, another cellar limit.
site:cellar.org redux
google earth...
was driving in the neighborhood the other day and saw a funny looking car on the road coming toward me. turns out it was a toyota prius painted all google earth-y with a giant apparatus on the roof. I believe the big thing on the roof (looked like a little dalek) was the structure to hold the cameras. t'was cool, but I wasn't quick enough to snap a picture of it.
Boom baby.
Thats awesome. You should submit that to them for a street view of that particular intersection!
look at that fancy fence with the incorporated trellis
I made my Dalek cake.
It was much admired and appreciated.
What I didn't count on was the fact my camera battery was flat.
So no picture!
I tried to take a picture at school, but the camera I borrowed from Mr B had a flat battery.
As did our classroom camera.
Therefore I dub 4th October Dead Battery Day.
And I'll put a picture of someone else's cake in my cakes thread so you can see what it probably looked like.
Well I can HARDLY fap to that, 'vana!
But my god it's so true. Running the maze to feed the rats to be a rat to work with rats to buy more rat food and rat televisions and running the maze to beat other rats and get better rat stuff and a rat cement pond and all the rat amenities.
And in the end? We're all just dead rats.
(Well, some are just dead lumps of flesh.)
:ratsmilie:
SOME of us *like* being
rats and rat fans.
Hi IM!! Nice to see you again. Welcome back. :)
Thanks!
That's an OK kind of rat.
It's the same old same old no matter how you dress them up they're still simple and stupid little ratface rats that turn my stomach. RATMAN: able to post one word responses in a single type. Fasci-fucking-nating rats, right there. ;)
Algernon was cool.
JEBUS!
I wonder could my Mum speak any louder with her mouth full?
Noisy bitch!
Guess what ranking the cellar is on Google for the search term "lowbuttcrack"?
I dunno V, what ranking is the Cellar for the searchterm "lowbuttcrack"?
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Proof that door-to-door salesmen are not blind, distracted, or stupid, they're just douchebags:
Used to be, I would put a sign over our doorbell during the days saying "Kids are napping. Please knock." Fuckers ignored it every time. This meant they were either lifting the sign to get to the doorbell, or pushing the sign itself to get through to the doorbell.
So then, I just disconnected the dang thing. Everyone who knows us knows you have to knock, and anyone else I don't want to talk to. But then the dumbshits would just stand there on my porch jabbing and jabbing at the button, not understanding why they couldn't hear it ringing inside. After about a month, the button cracked and broke.
So I reconnected it. Now, there's the little vertical frame, but where the button ought to be are some sharp pointy plastic edges, with a glowing bulb and tiny circuit board visible in the center. Upon first glance it looks like a clear electrocution hazard, though it isn't one.
Not one salesman has tried to ring my doorbell since then. They all knock like I wanted them to in the first place. I'm never going to fix it.
Some fake blood dripping down from the bell might be a nice touch, along with some scorch marks and some more dried, brown blood as a base color. a few rivulets.
Some fake blood dripping down from the bell might be a nice touch, along with some scorch marks and some more dried, brown blood as a base color. a few rivulets.
This is known as freedom of expression.
Hookin it to a car battery might have a more humorous, self satisfying effect ..
Just sayin ;)
I like the cut of your jib
I just put a sign up that says "Piss Off, I'm not Interested". Seems to work.
Careful of the rigging the doorbell on Beggar's Night. It would be an attractive nuisance:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attractive_nuisance_doctrineYou're an attractive nuisance. Now get off of my lawn!
When I was a kid, I used to waste my Saturday mornings watching TV cartoons*. Now I spend them wisely ... here ...
*WTF were the makers of The Herculoids smoking???
Grinding my teeth worrying about money. Am I manic or are my worries justified. Gotta sell this fucking truck. Can't afford to put gas in the car we _can_ afford to drive. Maybe I'll just jaunt off into the woods and let exposure do its thing.
Ignore me.
Can't ignore when a person is feeling so terrible.
I hope today brings something better, and tomorrow, and ...
Hang in with us.
I'm starting to wonder if there's something going seriously wrong with my brain. I don't seem to be able to connect ideas like I used to, and my memory is teh shizit. I have no patience and I'm just all in all, someone who is likely to let you down without even realizing I've done it simply because I forgot what I told you I was going to do.
I was putting it down to going off (or even being on) zoloft and the whole depression thing, but I just don't feel like i can get back to where I used to be.
Anyone got any ideas?
Well you lot are no help. This post has been up for over 8 hours and not one single idea! :(
Sorry Ali, but I haven't got a clue.
I know from other kinds of meds, the body systems can give of some strange signals.
Sleep might help and I hope you get relief right away... like tomorrow morning.
.
I'm starting to wonder if there's something going seriously wrong with my brain. I don't seem to be able to connect ideas like I used to, and my memory is teh shizit. I have no patience and I'm just all in all, someone who is likely to let you down without even realizing I've done it simply because I forgot what I told you I was going to do.
I was putting it down to going off (or even being on) zoloft and the whole depression thing, but I just don't feel like i can get back to where I used to be.
Anyone got any ideas?
Poor sleep, Zoloft, Lyme disease, children, husbnands.
Not in any particular order.
Sorry Ali. I've got no clue.
No ideas for you, chick.
Just sympathy.
I have - and I think this is the correct medical term - a hurty elbow.
Owww! Just fucking, owww!
It isn't even my *bad* elbow. No. Apparently, to go along with the tennis elbow in my right elbow, I now have 'students elbow' in the left.
So, anyway. To cheer myself up I did a jacket potato in the microwave, with loads of butter, grated cheddar cheese, finely chopped spring onions and even more finely chopped birds eye chilli.
It was deelish. I am cheered.
My hurties come from bashing myself about.
Which is worrying in its own way, but at least I know I bruise and recover.
I nresponse to your food post, I have lots & spots of yummy things to eat this week!
Nothing spesh, but I shopped with an eye for lunch, which I haven't done for a couple of weeks.
Rolls in the freezer, sliced chicken and corned beef from the Deli counter (you can buy smaller amounts from there) a lickle cheese (as previously) and tinned salmon.
AND I have some bolognaise in the fridge - soya - and a whole roast dinner (made my Mum)
Making out like a Queen this week.
AND I have some bolognaise in the fridge - soya - and a whole roast dinner (made my Mum)
Wow. She finally push you over the edge then hon? :p
(*grins* sorry. Not being a typo nazi, just found it funny)
Definitely having bad sleep lately. Not sure why. Probably my body missing the drugs. Haven't taken any for 2 months now though, so I kinda thought that would be over with by now.
I'd put it down to having too many things going on and stuff, but I don't even really have a job that uses my brain, and everyone's got kids and spouses and they're not turning into doofusses are they?
You know, about the only thing I really DO remember, is what it used to feel like when my brain worked properly.
Sundae, I'm not sorry about ur Mum. ;)
Dana, I'm not sorry about ur elbow. :D
Dana, are you doing a lot of work with a mouse? Those things have crippled several of my friends.
(That sounds so bloody wimpy, doesn't it? :lol:)
everyone's got kids and spouses and they're not turning into doofusses are they?
I am. I have to remember so much for others that my stuff is constantly getting lost/forgotten.
I need a MUCH BETTER system than the lack of one I have now.
Dana, are you doing a lot of work with a mouse? Those things have crippled several of my friends.
(That sounds so bloody wimpy, doesn't it? :lol:)
Ha!
I am but that's not what's done my left elbow in... no doubt it's been a contributary factor in the right elbow...
Apparently they call it 'student elbow' because aside from impact injury its more common cause is leaning on the point of the elbow.
I swear by my trackball mouse. You don't have to move your arm around. I start having pain in my wrist using a regular mouse, due to the compound fracture I had a few years ago.
I bought one for work and home, and if I have to use someone else's computer the slidey mouse drives me bonkers.
Of course, it's fun to watch someone try to use my computer. They try to move the base of the mouse around.
Ha!
I am but that's not what's done my left elbow in... no doubt it's been a contributary factor in the right elbow...
Apparently they call it 'student elbow' because aside from impact injury its more common cause is leaning on the point of the elbow.
leaning on my left elbow as I read this.
You know, when there's a bit of a stouch on the board, it seems like a bunch of peeps go 'invisible', which I think is funny, because I know I've done it before.
I'm not sure why though. I felt like I needed to hide in a corner and lick my wounds or something - metaphorically speaking of course, but I'm sure people still knew I was there.
Anyway, human nature is funny at times.
I just went invisible for the first time. It's no wound-licking, I assure you. It's disgust.
-I leave my computer on pretty much 24/7 and the Cellar is one of my home pages, so I almost always show as online. But I'm not. so now I'll only show when I'm actively participating. If I can be bothered to change that invisibility. which tonight, I can't.
Really? What are you disgusted about? I didn't even notice you were involved in the latest little storm.
Exactly. I wasn't. I wasn't even here. And yet I get PMs blaming me/calling me out. That's kinda disgusting, no? Especially given I don't generally PM. There's only one dwellar I regularly PM with -and by regularly, I don't mean daily, sometimes monthly is a luxury. People who don't know what the fuck they're talking about took the time to PM me about it assuming I must be the instigator, one calling me out for the sock puppet accusation -which came from you I think.... see how this is panning out....?
Huh? I didn't send you a PM. I can if you want me to though. :)
I'll PM you too Monster if it is the new trend?
I've been out of the storm because for the reason the Cellar has been moving exceptionally slowly for me.
Maybe FSM was looking out for me, keeping me safe within his warm, al dente tentacles.
I meant the accusation/suggestion about Whatserface being a sockpuppet came from you. No please, don't anyone PM me, I'm not that social, and if it's not something you'd want to say in public, then I probably don't want to hear it. I'm very much WYSIWYG and not so much into off-board shannigans and politics.
Initially I asked if we'd seen her before, and quite politely I thought. Anyway, I guess all newbies come across similarly at first regardless of whether they're here legitimately or just to cause trouble, so that's probably what it was for me and the others who asked or suggested the same thing.
Anyway, I still hope she comes back. I thought she had value as a member.
right, accusation was too strong.... sorry. i was just pissed it was placed at my door, and in such an unpleasant way.
I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me today, and we all could probably use more calm in our lives. Some doctor on TV this morning said the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started. So I looked around my house to see things I'd started and hadn't finished so I have managed to finish off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, a pockage of Prungles, tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valiuminun scriptins, the res of the chesescke an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how bludy fablus feelin rite now. Plaese sned dhis orn to dem yu fee ar in ned ov iennr pisss. An telum,u blody luvum...
right, accusation was too strong.... sorry. i was just pissed it was placed at my door, and in such an unpleasant way.
The old PM filled with dogshit and set alight on your porch ding dong doorbell ditch, eh?
Sux.
I am post whoring so I can get enough privs to PM Undertoad about a secret project! Almost a worthy ambition?
I'm sure a healthy tip in the tip jar would help, monnie.
You don't mind if I call you that?
I'll PM you too Monster if it is the new trend?
No please, don't anyone PM me
Don't worry, it was a self-deprecating joke about being a band-wagon-jumper
I'm sure a healthy tip in the tip jar would help, monnie.
You don't mind if I call you that?
Snicker
Tailgating but it's a completely different subject.
I have spooked Diz tonight without meaning to at all.
I was browsing cute cat videos on youtube (what?!) and found one of a Bengal cat talking to her kittens. Purrr she goes, mmmrrwww?
I thought Diz might enjoy it, so once he came in and settled down on the sofabed I played it again.
Fool.
Diz is a jealous cat. I should acknowledge no other cat but Diz.
So he was up on the desk, round the back of the 'puter and finally settled on sitting half in and half out of the bedroom door. From here he can keep an eye on me and the computer, Mia's room (shut door), his room and the stairs.
Poor baby.
He is guarding.
So all the big dogs here are happy. We had to castrate the late summer calves. Mountain oysters all around! YUM! :P
I have a piglet castration story that I will add to my "share with Nirvana" list right after I get on that spaghetti squash recipe.
It's the thought that counts
Speaking of castration. The boys and I were watching some old super 8 home movies at Dad's a few weeks ago, and most of it is stuff from when he used to go hunting feral pigs on sheep and wheat stations. Anyway, one of them had a few minutes with an old time stockman cutting the lambs and pulling the testicles out with his teeth, and there's me sitting on the fence rail next to dad who's holding the lamb with his dangly bits presented. I was surprised at how the kids reacted. They're so sheltered these days. :eyebrow:
I have a piglet castration story that I will add to my "share with Nirvana" list right after I get on that spaghetti squash recipe.
It's the thought that counts
That would be from A.A. Milne's little known "dark" period, right?
Speaking of castration. The boys and I were watching some old super 8 home movies at Dad's a few weeks ago, and most of it is stuff from when he used to go hunting feral pigs on sheep and wheat stations. Anyway, one of them had a few minutes with an old time stockman cutting the lambs and pulling the testicles out with his teeth, and there's me sitting on the fence rail next to dad who's holding the lamb with his dangly bits presented. I was surprised at how the kids reacted. They're so sheltered these days. :eyebrow:
I find it hard to believe that using the teeth for this is so much easier as to make it worth while. Yet, this is how the old timers did it. Guess they must have had a reason. Maybe the taste?
Step 1) Clamp and hold sac with forceps.
Step 2) Cut sac with scalpel
Step 3) Reach in and rip testicle out with hand.
Repeat step 3
just sayin'
Mike Rowe's famous (to me) talk on lamb castration by teeth.
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Step 1) Clamp and hold sac with forceps.
Step 2) Cut sac with scalpel
Step 3) Reach in and rip testicle out with hand.
Repeat step 3
just sayin'
Anaesthetic?
Antiseptic?
BBQ?
Judging by a few of the posts today, i'd say the shit's gonna hit the fan again soon, so please excuse me while I disappear. :)
:corn:
Where has More Than Pretty been?? It has been a while since I have seen her...
Pam.
Anaesthetic?
Antiseptic?
BBQ?
Pass the sheep-dip.
Soul Spitting required in the Drama Queen Aisle.....
It's like the start of police academy III; you've seen it before, you know what's coming, yet it remains strangely intriguing.
Soul Spitting required in the Drama Queen Aisle.....
Jealus cunts of the werld unite! We have nothing to lose but our chains.
Squished.
Results in a week of two. Hopefully fine -routine mammogram now I'm an old lady. Didn't look too ominous to me, but WTF would I know....
Oh crap. I need to get my boobs squished, too.
They should make men put their testicles in that vice of a machine, to check for testicular cancer. I bet there'd be a big push for ultrasounds then! :lol:
I have never recommended boob squishing.
I have a bruised boob this morning :( I find it hard to believe it was from the mammogram (it's actually above my boob kinda level with my armpit) but can't think what else it could have been caused by....
I used to get bruises when I worked at the bar and the club: you'd be so busy you didn't even notice you'd bumped into something, until you saw the giant bruise the next day.
As 'on the go' as you are, you probably bruised your boobeh out of sheer enthusiasm. :lol:
I do get lots of unexplained bruises, but usually on the limbs. Still, could be......
although the tech was trying really hard to make sure she squished some muscle. :mad:
it really didn't hurt though.
the tech needs to squish some muscle. The radiologist wants to see that muscle, baby!
that's how you know you've got a quality mammogram - you see muscle in the oblique and also a "bacon strip" of flesh from the inferior margin.
:D
still, I"m sorry about ur boobeh.
Mike Rowe's famous (to me) talk on lamb castration by teeth.
Lamb Fry.
My Mum forwarded on an email about mammograms the other day.
Something like - to prepare for a mammogram, slam your breasts in a garage door for approx an hour, then scrape them over the rough concreete floor.
She wants me to push for having one early, as Nanny died (probably) of breast cancer - it was hard to say by the time they realised she had it. Aunty Mary and Cousin Susan - Nan's sister and her daughter - both had it, one died one survived. And of course Mum had a lumpectomy the other year.
She's not selling it very well though.
Go ... Now.
Breast cancer runs pretty strong in my sis-in-laws family. She is the oldest living female in the family at 51. :(
The 'rents are making something garlic-heavy for tea.
I'm not hubgry - I had haddock over an hour ago.
My mouth is watering nonetheless.
Gaaaaaaarliiiiiic!
Nomnomnom.
Bella oh I am not.
Um... ah... yeah. :eyebrow:
if it's avaialable on the NHS/your insurance.
- - - - -
There are none.
Here's the good news, Sundae, it hurts big-boobed women far less, or so they told me. That gravel thing? bull shit. And there's no slamming, it's a slow firm squish.
It really didn't hurt me at all, It's a little uncomfortable is all -and since when were you a wuss anyway? A mastectomy hurts a whole shitload more. Woman up and get it done. It's not goint to stop you getting breast cancer, but if you catch it early, treatment can be a whole load less painful and more effective. And here's the thing they told me when I had my first mammogram 8 years ago (When I was 33), your first one is your baseline. The earlier you get it done, the better tool it is for later detection. If you get a baseline done when there's already a hint of something developing -say if you wait until your late 40s or even 50, it makes that thing harder to spot before it's too late.
And that's the only time I will nag you on this topic.
Agreed.
I had a baseline done at, I think, 40. But I should be going back. I read an article recently that there really aren't compelling reasons to get or not to get mammograms before 50. However, that's just odds, right? If you're the one with cancer, you don't care about compelling reasons. Especially with the family history.
My mom is with us today because she worked at the hospital, and it was so easy for her to get her mammograms, and they caught it so early. This was over 10 years ago.
It's weird.
Mum yaps on about it.
Yeahyeahyeah.
Someone online who I only know by her moniker.
Really? You know what? You talk sense, I'll go do it.
Tcha.
In my defence she does yap on about a lot of things.
Like trying to get me to wear a coat or jacket...?!
10 degrees or lower.
Otherwise? Shush.
Ta Monster, I will bring it up at my next appointment.
The next step is whether they pay any attention.
Ta Infi too, we posted at the same time.
I'm so tired but bored. I want to drag my arse up and do something, but I'm just so bloody tired. I don't want to go have a nap, because I want to save my tired for bed time so that hopefully tomorrow will be a more productive day, but still, I feel tired...and bored.
Entertain me. Please?
This is all I got. :)
[YOUTUBE]ULIjufSQalc[/YOUTUBE]
Hang on, I'll ask UT to unban Jesspam.
Nah, Jesspam wasn't my idea of entertainment at all.
IM, that's a drag queen right? lol
Doing a Gypsy Rose Lee impersonation of course. Terrible lip syncing. lol
They should make men put their testicles in that vice of a machine, to check for testicular cancer. I bet there'd be a big push for ultrasounds then! :lol:
Hey! We get our prostates check by having a fist shoved up our buttholes. At least it feels like a fist.
Hey! Some people pay for that experience!
An online ad for a bar in a small town up north of here:
"We have 18 beers on tap!"
Gosh, I hope they don't get much of a crowd. That will run out quickly!
It's almost 90 degrees here at 10am and it's not even summer yet.
I think we're in for a hot one this year!
That just brought home to me the distance between me and thee :p It's just past the witching hour here.
I'd like to go back to bed. Stayed up too late watching movies and drinking wine last night. :(
Ahhh. Feeling a tad muggy are we? :p
OH yes. The hot weather is not so good when you're not feeling so great. I'm just generally tired too though. We're coming up to the end of the school year here, combined with the kids sports activities, commitments to friends etc, sick aunty and a few other issues, plus Dazza is hardly ever home lately it's just all piling up. School will finish in a couple more weeks though, and then the kids are heading to NZ to have Christmas with their father so I guess I'll have a fair bit of time to myself then, except I'll have Max hanging off me cause he misses his big brothers (who will be gone for 2 weeks).
Anyway, blah blah blah. It's like that for most of us this time of year. :)
OK, where are the mods? Surely there must be one around somewhere to approve Mav's post? lol
It's been 6 hours! :lol2:
Is that a new procedure? I ask because of the obvious spam posts we see that then get moderated out by a mod.
Just wondering.
Trying not to snack....trying not to snack....trying not to snack....trying not to snack....trying not to snack....
Can't you snack fruit and veg?
Is that a new procedure? I ask because of the obvious spam posts we see that then get moderated out by a mod.
Just wondering.
I don't know, monkey. Let's ask again!
Are first posts now always moderated before posting?
So it's almost Turkey Day in the US and I get this email from:
Revival Animal Health
with this subject line:
[SIZE="4"]Find Easy Ways to Prepare Your Pets for the Holidays[/SIZE]
:eek:
:lol:
Realy, people, go and re-read what you wrote before you send it.
Knowledge is knowing that, botanically, pumpkin is a fruit.
Wisdom is knowing that it does not go in fruit salad.
Can't you snack fruit and veg?
Yes, if I'd had any.:o
:lol:
Realy, people, go and re-read what you wrote before you send it.
Ummmm....
:thepain: :blush: :facepalm:
Laugh with me, laugh near me, laugh at me, so long as you laugh.
I'll only laugh if you post a pic of yersel'
....as a baby is fine....
Laugh with me, laugh near me, laugh at me, so long as you laugh.
Nice recovery ;)
There are
96 hits on Google for Steven Chu inventing the scroll lock key. It must be true.
He's a politician now, but before that, he was a brilliant scientist.
i flint gets on your laundry, is there a quick way to get rid of it if you don't want to use the tumble drier? I find those sticky rollers way too finicky.
Call Pooka - she'll take care of him.
Speaking of which, where is she?
Call Pooka - she'll take care of him.
Speaking of which, where is she?
Pooka is in school full time his semester.
Oh ... good for her. Everything going well?
So, you want your post count to go up? But can't think of anything worthy of its own thread? Post here!
Your random thoughts. Your useless post posting. Before you know it, you'll be a post whore extraordinaire!
[FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="Sienna"][/COLOR][/FONT]Huh?:footpyth:
Well...that's some pretty impressive lurking there srnightowl :p
Lurkah newb.
[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][SIZE="7"]SHUT UP, PEOPLE[/SIZE].[/COLOR]
THAT IS ALL.
But not us, right?
You want those orkers of cows to shut up?
I want some crackers and cheese.
Yes glatt.
Yammer yammer yammer yammer all day long.
Well, I'm still having issues (about freaking 6 or 7 of them) related to Windows 7 and I'm at the end of any patience I might have started with today.
I know I write a lot on here, but IRL? My gawd how do people seriously yammer ALL DAY LONG about the same things OVER AND OVER AND OVER?
If I lived with someone who talked that much I'd tape their mouth shut before I threw them into the river. How can they stand it?
Try working with 5-7 year olds ;)
The third time that one shows you a wobbly tooth or whines about someone being in the wrong place in the lunch queue (when you are trying to update records that will go to the Headmaster) it can be wearing.
I sympathise with angry parents a bit more now.
I honestly wanted to slap a child today.
Only in the way I want to smack an adult who was rude to me, or who pushed in (ie fantasy retribution, rather than real-life) but it did make me understand what pressure parents are under.
Then again, I was sensible enough not to have any.
Shrieky, smacky parents who are quite happy to display their range in the supermarket, were not.
And working with them is immeasurably rewarding.
Even if few of the parents know who I am, as they never see me.
I know I make a difference in their lives.
I am having a lot of trouble sleeping lately. I think it's just the change of seasons here, but it's really starting to wear me down. I'm waking up at 4am and not really getting back to sleep, and I can't get to sleep at night till quite late because it's hot, and then the stupid fan in our room has a clicky noise which I really need to fix. I'm thinking of just buying a pedestal fan for the room in the mean time, cause I really don't have time to dismantle the ceiling fan right now, and besides, I could put it back together and have a worse result!
If I put ear plugs in it's better, but I'm still waking up way too early and going to sleep way too late, and what sleep I am having during that time is broken anyway for god knows what reason.
I need a holiday. My brain wont shut up!
Also, today I have 6 hours driving ahead of me as Dad and I are going to visit a relative who is not likely to make it to christmas. He's living in a nursing home about 3 hours drive away, so we're driving down this morning and coming back tonight.
Enjoy your day without me. Hopefully I wont fall asleep at the wheel!
Do Christians, who would never speak the name of God in vain, type omg?
And why on earth would they be offended that Neil Diamond sings Christmas songs?!!
That is all.
I got a new* car today!
*new to me
wooT!!!
wtg! and nice ta see ya! Congratulations.
white, I see. photographed in a blizzard, right?
Do Christians, who would never speak the name of God in vain, type omg?
And why on earth would they be offended that Neil Diamond sings Christmas songs?!!
That is all.
Neil Diamond was born in Brooklyn, New York, to a Jewish family descended from Russian and Polish immigrants...
His people killed the baby Jesus! Then they probably drank his blood. Wait, that was the Catholics, I think.
I got a new* car today!
*new to me
Listen, Missy More...you say you gots a new car, I want to SEE your new car! :)
What kind what kind what kind?
Listen, Missy More...you say you gots a new car, I want to SEE your new car! :)
and it better not be some of a new car, and it better not be most of a new car, bitch, it better be all of a new car
His people killed the baby Jesus! Then they probably drank his blood. Wait, that was the Catholics, I think.
I had a friend on facebook go nuts about it. That he was co-opting Christ for the bucks and that it was it was vulgar and greedy.
I was stupefied. And really saddened. She was a high school friend that I was getting reacquainted with after 30 years. The gap is too huge at this point to continue.
Its an 09 Honda Fit with the sports package.
Oh so pretty... but why didn't you get the blue one ?
Oh Moar, I love those. Great color, too.
That car will take you far.
The Fit is Go ! :thumb:
[whatever that means] Nice car!
Sweet ride, MTP!
And welcome back!
Wowsies, Ducks, Lookout and MTP are back. I'm giving thanks for that!
ETA aaaaand I just got a phone call from an old friend I haven't seen in ages. She's visiting from the US, but only as far as Sydney.
NOT SAFE FOR PEOPLE EATING.
Had my first pooper today.
He wasn't technically my first (one palmed off and one where I ignored the smell - evil of me I know) but he was the first I got to clean.
A. had an accident in the ICT room.
I thought I could just get him new underwear and leave him some moist wipes and let him sort it out.
Nope. He waited for me in the boys toilet with trousers and pants around his ankles and no attempt at self clean-up. He'd dropped a right load too. My best guess is that he was attempting to squeeze one out silently and followed through, as this hasn't happened before.
So I had to get right down there to take his shoes off, then his trousers and finally grab his pants and bundle them into a plastic bag.
And then I had to wipe him up myself. Luckily the front was clean, it was just the bott and back of the thighs that were besmirched.
As I feared, I did retch, but I have a lousy cold at the moment and I think I turned it effectively into a cough. And only once, although I retched again later retelling the story (to another TA I should say. Oh and then my Mum!)
Otherwise I breathed through my mouth and switched my brain off.
And yes. I washed, washed, washed and washed my hands.
Still, milestone passed.
The first is always the worst.
speaking of shit, I had a really shitty dream last night. I literally dreamed I did a poo and couldn't get the shit off. It just seemed to keep spreading all over the place.
It was the grossest dream I've ever had and I'll be buggered if I can figure out why I had it. Why would any sane person dream about something like that???
Maybe you're not sane. :stickpoke :p:
Yeah, or maybe I just really had the shits when I went to bed last night. lol
Dr Freud? Clean-up in aisle sex. Six.
Im waiting for the real estate agent to turn up, I want to shower, I know as soon as I get in the shower....they will appear.
right, Im going to risk it.
Stay tuned.
Can I borrow your towel? I've hit a water buffalo.
This Cellar is lousy with situations.
Im waiting for the real estate agent to turn up, I want to shower, I know as soon as I get in the shower....they will appear.
right, Im going to risk it.
Stay tuned.
I wouldn't appear til you got in the shower either Ducky...just sayin.
Yeah, it happened.
I knew it would!!
They had keys, but didnt let themselves in thankfully.
I have to dash from my ensuite to walk in robe, with doors and windows.
The other nite I totally spaced that I dont live out of town and have neighbours now and I walked out the front to move the hose in my t-shirt and undies.
That's a quick way to get yourself even more neighbors. :)
Why are Snow Days always on Wednesdays?
What?
Michigan is getting a snow day already???
no fair!!!
Hey Bri, we're supposed to get some snow. You know my feeling on the subject...no snow at all or a shitload of snow so school closes!
*faints*
I'd better start watching the real news and not just Colbert.
It's snowing in Memphis this morning
I get all my weather from Kristi, Jeff, and Dave, in the morning!
I get all my weather from Kristi, Jeff, and Dave, in the morning!
:) No doubt! They rock - especially the Prom King.
;)
Yeah, it happened.
I knew it would!!
They had keys, but didnt let themselves in thankfully.
I have to dash from my ensuite to walk in robe, with doors and windows.
The other nite I totally spaced that I dont live out of town and have neighbours now and I walked out the front to move the hose in my t-shirt and undies.
I always thought the letters to your magazine were made up, until a new neighbour moved in...
My entrance to the interstate: 2 car accident on the 'state. I thought "well how'd they manage that?"
Next exit: 10 car accident
Next exit: 3 car accident
Next exit: unknown number of cars accident
Roads were clear, even though there was about an inch of snow on the ground (I live north of work.) It's the overpasses and bridges that iced. People people, ice and snow and pavement have the same properties they've had since you started driving (maybe even before that!) There is no reason to now believe that it will be any different. And your big mean truck slides just like every other car.
Oh, ain't snow and winter lovely? I guess if you don't have to drive anywhere.
And it's only just begun.
:(
I haven't picked up a Time magazine in around 25 years. This may partially explain why. Look at this week's issue. USA gets fluff. The world gets the news.
That's really disheartening. Not that I read Time magazine either, but still.
Im procrastinating...I need to go into town and go grocery shopping...but I dont want too.
I am coming to you live from Dazzas new iPad2. It's kinda fun, but a llot like a big phone.
I think I need to put my glasses on.
I haven't picked up a Time magazine in around 25 years. This may partially explain why. Look at this week's issue. USA gets fluff. The world gets the news.
Next week we'll have "Obama is President - All is well."
While the rest of the world sees "Israel Nukes Iran" :right:
Ive been work boot shopping....I'm feeling pretty sexy right about now.
...well.....'cept for the sweat in places there shouldnt be sweat.
The thing is, that's just the cover right? The contents of the magazine are not different are they? So, the articles about the unrest will still be there.
Maybe the US market is such that optimistic imagery sells better?
That's not necessarily some damning indictment of a culture of dumbing down. It's just a slight difference in what draws people to spend their money.
The contents are probably more similar than the cover is. Although I'm sure there are a lot of differences in the content too. When my family lived in Germany in the 80s, we got the international version of Time, and it had a slightly more international focus.
The inner content is the same, I imagine. I just finished a brief subscription to Time that I bought off someone's kid.
I know the story depicted in the Europe et al version is the same in the 'merkin version, because those are the articles I skip over to get to the good content: like articles about anxiety and movie and book reviews. And Joel Stein.
There's the question, would Joel Stein feature in ferriner issues of Time?
Google has updated the view of my house, from space, not street view. Looks like a couple of weeks ago. The neighbor was having a yard sale and our new shed was being built.
Same here one pic has a ramp and the other doesn't. Weird.
Well staellites go over regularly.
They can't have the cars out with the same frequency.
I have successfully weaned myself off my meds.
I just couldnt be bothered going to the Drs every 6 months to get the script refilled - so done.
Never fear, I have been weaning myself off for well over 2 months, so you are all safe.
Im just a tad grumpier at the kids, although that probably has something to do with the freaking neighbourhood kids being at my door every 2 minutes...or I may just be generally bitchy.
Come to think of it, I think my Mirena is due to be replaced, so it may be massive PMS since I havent had MS to be P about for nearly 5 years.
Sounds like all of the above to me.
Geez, if you'd been here 5 months ago we could have weaned ourselves off meds together. :D
My arms are cold!
Yes, I have a short-sleeved top on.
In fact two, once I started feeling chilly I did what any reasonable person would do, and put more clothes on. I have very few long sleeved tops. And I donated my three jumpers (sweaters) for Diz to sleep on last year.
I'm just not used to being chilly inside.
Brrrrrrrrrrrr!
Sleepy-bo soon.
I'll warm up then.
I was on my way to C-bus and passing through a town that has a number of beautiful old homes along the main drag.
I see a for sale sign. I see the house it's in front of. I want it. I want it badly.
(Of course I still want my log home in the wooded country, too)
I want to get it win I win* the lottery and have enough cash for what is probably high heating and cooling costs and upkeep.
But it's a castle! Look at it! Would you look at that?
http://www.homefinder.com/OH/Urbana/77297807d_524_Scioto_St
*win I win, typo...i'm keeping it. It's sure to be prophetic.
Fantastic... must have a great cellar too... maybe, put together a coop of Dwellars ?
I saw on the realtor's site that it does indeed have a full basement.
5 bedrooms? It'll be the Dwellar Home Away From Home. We'll have parties and soirees and teas and luncheons and music and wine and song and and and...
Wow, built in 1896. I wonder if it's got remodeling restrictions? Because I love the structure, but that wallpaper in the entryway has got to go.
Oh I know. It's atrocious.
Not really to my taste...
... but it is a hell of a lot of house for the price!
If that house was in Aylesbur it would be going for about £1m.
You can get that size house here for that price, but not that style. Housing markets are good out here, but most of it is no more than 15 years old.
Surprise.
I like spooky old homes with nooks and crannies and passageways and hidey holes.
Or log homes.
McMansions are shite. Not worth the nails they're haphazardly put together with. Oh but oh, everyone knows I live in the rich section of town.
We don't really have McMansions here.
In my town I mean - I know cities witha larg complement of fottballers hav them!
Which isn't to say we don't have some bloody ugly houses.
It seems so peculiar to me that architects actually study and train and get expensive qualifications. I mean I get that they have to learn about supporting walls and all that - but couldn't that be done by computer now? Seems to me that the majority of architects must be bored to death churning out identical ugly buildings.
Not referring to the house above.
It's not where I would want to live but it has definite appeal.
My immediate dream would give me a 2 bed ex council flat on the Elmhurst Road.
Sadly, I'd still need to buy it outright (£112k) in order to afford to live there.
My ideal is a house in Bierton which has a gorgeous curved wall, huge windows (on private grounds with an electric gate) and so much space I think I'd have to have a Dwellar come and live with me to fill the place with noise. I'd have a carpenter come and build a whole cat room for Diz with tunnels, perches, hidey-holes and ramps.
Sigh.
<snip>
Sigh.
It fills a
small book with 20+ more verses, but you get the idea...
Vagabond's House by Don Blanding
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .
I'll suit my fancy in every way.
I'll fill it with things that have caught my eye
In drifting from Iceland to Molokai.
It won't be correct or in period style,
But . . . oh, I've thought for a long, long while
Of all the corners and all the nooks,
Of all the bookshelves and all the books,
The great big table, the deep soft chairs,
And the Chinese rug at the foot of the stairs
(It's an old, old rug from far Chow Wan
That a Chinese princess once walked on).
My house will stand on the side of a hill
By a slow, broad river, deep and still,
With a tall lone pine on guard nearby
Where the birds can sing and the storm winds cry.
A flagstone walk, with lazy curves,
Will lead to the door where a Pan's head serves
As a knocker there, like a vibrant drum,
To let me know that a friend has come,
And the door will squeak as I swing it wide
To welcome you to the cheer inside.
For I’ll have good friends who can sit and chat
Or simply sit, when it comes to that,
By the fireplace where the fir logs blaze
And the smoke rolls up in a weaving haze.
I’ll want a woodbox, scarred and rough
For leaves and bark and odorous stuff,
Like resinous knots and cones and gums,
To toss on the flames when winter comes.
And I hope a cricket will stay around,
For I love it’s creaky lonesome sound.
<snip>
The intro to Santa Claus is Comin' to Town, by Bruce Stringbean, is horrible. He sounds like Tommy Chong.
Why does he suck so bad?
That's lovely, lamp. Thanks for picking up on my interest in old homes in this thread, about 10 posts ago. Thanks!
That does sound like us, Lamp.
Castles in the air are for the lucky ones. IM and I are simply looking for bricks & mortar. Although hers have a castle flavour.
FTR - I am not posting carelessly, or drunk.
I only realised tonight that this keyboard is knacked. That's a technical term.
In order to type correctly I have to hit each key quite hard. Even the space bar. Not condusive to my way of typing. It won't bother Mum who touch types and learned on a heavy old typewriter - she naturally hammers the keys. And Dad is hunt and peck if he types at all.
Argh. I hate this already - typing in slo-mo and hurting my fingers leaves no room to think.
Oh bollox, mine too Sundae.
Sometimes I have to go and edit posts because, like all the fucking 't's are missing. Or none of the spacebar presses have registered and it's just onelongrunofwordswithnospaces...
I really should buy another. Or, ye know...maybe clean this one.
You could EAT off my keyboard at home.
I've spilled foodstuffs and drinks all over it for quite some time. Also, you could probably roll a joint AND a cigarette from whatever is underneath the keys.
(Did I type that out loud?) :bolt:
In that case I will swap with you Shawnee (good luck getting it through Customs though!)
Maybe ours is just due a clean.
We don't eat up here but Diz is a serious problem re keyboard interaction.
Cleaning tips please?!
Diz eats EVERYTHING! He eated everything! :)
:) Everything inappropriate :)
The fact his hairs are all over the computer desk and therefore the keyboard are not a good deal.
Catspank.
I still have cat hair from Taj and Gaines... ;)
Seems to me that the majority of architects must be bored to death churning out identical ugly buildings.
Many of them would be happy to be so bored, as the churning-out process has made it a dying field and left a huge number of them (about 20% IIRC) unemployed.
I was on my way to C-bus and passing through a town that has a number of beautiful old homes along the main drag.
I see a for sale sign. I see the house it's in front of. I want it. I want it badly.
(Of course I still want my log home in the wooded country, too)
I want to get it win I win* the lottery and have enough cash for what is probably high heating and cooling costs and upkeep.
But it's a castle! Look at it! Would you look at that?
http://www.homefinder.com/OH/Urbana/77297807d_524_Scioto_St
*win I win, typo...i'm keeping it. It's sure to be prophetic.
$265K???? has to be in a godawful school disctrict or something. I want it too, but my sprogs need a good ejumacation. perhaps we can go halvsies in another 10 years and breed cats and stash hobos there together........ it'd be fricking awesome at Halloween.....we'd give them meddling kids stories to tell their grandchildren.....
Hebe has started saving.......
Awesome!
Yeah, I don't have to worry about the school. ;) I think they're OK, though. There's a university in that town too.
I think that's about normal for a grand old home on a main drag. So many want the convenience of 'new' and only people who recognize the character of such a home would be interested.
I need to find out if there's an open house sometime. I'll be in that town tonight/tomorrow morning. I would love to see the inside but I don't even want to pretend to be a serious homebuyer. I'd never pull it off.
There's a house in my town I call Spooky House. It even has a Spooky Tree in front, all knobby and weird. I believe that somehow they made sure that whoever bought it wouldn't cut down Spooky Tree. There's a tiny widow's walk on top of the house. The house should be on the cover of a spooky book.
I love 'em.
$265K???? has to be in a godawful school disctrict or something. I want it too, but my sprogs need a good ejumacation. perhaps we can go halvsies in another 10 years and breed cats and stash hobos there together........ it'd be fricking awesome at Halloween.....we'd give them meddling kids stories to tell their grandchildren.....
Lot size Approximately 14592600363 Square Feet
That's a lot of hobo stashin.
That's a lot of lot!
I looked on the realtor's site (had to sign up.) The actual dimensions are:
Acres
• 0.335
Lot Dimensions
• 90' x 114'
OK, you know the old song "How Long (has this been going on?)"
It was by the band Ambrosia. Right?
Yet on I Fart Radio, they always list it as by O'Aces.
And a search finds it by a band called Ace. I remember a band called Ace.
Huh? WHICH IS IT? HELP ME.
Could O'aces be a corruption of Oasis?
I don't know. I was wrong, though, the song was by Ace. Ambrosia did How Much I Feel and You're The Only Woman.
Not sure what I was running into before. In fact I can't re-find it. It's like I wandered into some sort of Interwebz Twilight Zone.
New ho post: I slept like, 16 hours? I went to my friends on Friday night. Admittedly we played games and cards and stayed up late. I came home yesterday morning, ate something, and watched a movie. Then I read until my eyes were heavy. Then I slept and slept and slept.
Craziness. Who can sleep that long?
Well, that was easier than I expected.
Last Thursday I got rear-ended in traffic while driving home from work. Minor damage was done to the back of my Subaru Outback, but quite a bit was done to the front of the little Mitsubishi Mirage. That evening I rang the insurance company, talked for about 15 minutes (after being on hold for about 10). Friday I took the car out to the inspection place, they got a taxi to take me in to the city. I made the police report over the counter in the city and they entered all the data for me. Today (Monday) I got a call from the repairers, car's done, so they sent a taxi for me. Got the car back, looks nice, and apart from the notes I took at the original incident, I haven't had to set pen to paper about anything and haven't signed a darn thing.
Not too bad, really. :)
Our parked car got hit, and it's been a similar experience for us. The other driver had Geico, and even though I had my doubts at first as it took ten minutes of pressing keys getting through automated phone menus and waiting on hold, they have been really responsive. We dropped the car off at the repair place, and have been driving around in their free rental for about a week. It's taking them a while to get the parts they need to fix our old car. Minor damage, but '96 Geo Prizm light fixtures must not grow on trees any more.
The rental car is a trip though. Everything is automatic. I don't even know how to turn on the headlights. They just do it themselves. Sirius radio, so the radio is playing Grateful Dead every time we get into the car, which is cool. Nice leather seats, and big. Too big to be honest. And the visibility is terrible. Modern car designs may look cool, but the visibility was better in cars a decade or two ago. This car actually comes with a back-up camera as an option. For a car. There's obviously a problem there if that's offered as an option. It's a Ford Fusion.
'96 Geo Prizm
How many miles you got on that thing? I didn't realize Prizms could live that long.
Only around 120K. The customer service people at the body shop complimented my wife on the good shape it's in, but that may just be SOP to flatter the customers.
It does have a bit of a rough idle though.
Wow, that's only 8000 miles a year. I guess living in your area makes driving a lot less necessary though. We put on more like 17,000 a year. :)
Yeah, we never drive it. And when we do, virtually all trips are 5 miles or less.
Who cares if we're safe?
It is that time, when students who don't follow through or have their aid cancelled because they only completed 20 percent of attempted hours with a 0.25 GPA, get very very angry.
We have panic buttons. Someone was threatening one of my cow orkers, a counselor. The cops say "well, don't know if there's anyone to send up there right now."
FUCKING WHAT?
I don't care if you think you have the employee who cries wolf (which is not even the case) you respond IMMEDIATELY, EVERY TIME, NO QUESTIONS ASKED. (edit: I only know of a handful of times the panic button has been pulled. If someone IS overly skittish then deal with them later. But, this certainly wasn't skittishness...when cow orkers from another room overheard the threats and pulled the button.)
This godforsaken city has one of the highest crime rates around. It's the epitome of urban decay. In the middle of it, there is this oasis (birds start singing, rainbows appear) and any one of the crazy mudderpluckers can come in here and threaten our lives.
I'm so mad right now I could spit. Yes, the cops showed up, eventually.
What sort of lawsuit do you think they would get for non-response that ends in the deaths of staff and students?
I'm not overreacting. This environment is the ripest for that sort of violence.
This is the second time I've been made aware of complacency on the part of our very own police department.
After break, someone, not sure who yet, will get an official letter addressing my concerns. If I dont' get a satisfactory response, I will consider going to the paper.
Even VT learned a lesson. Their response to the latest threat (that admittedly didn't and wasn't going to turn into the bloodbath of five years ago) was flawless. Yet here we sit, same type of school, same large number of students, same chances for someone completely off their rocker and mad at us for it to come back with a weapon.
I gotta get out of this life.
Baskin-Robbins....yum....okay, exercise time. :D
What will I cook today? What should I wear tonight? What what wutttt?
Ll Cool J looks like hes wearing one of those fake muscle suits...but they are really his muscles...i like muscles
holyshit.
WHS
You've got to go public with that.
http://www.noradsanta.org/en/video.html
Seems to me Santa could save time and fuel if he started at the south pole?
WHS
You've got to go public with that.
Hey, you know what? Thank you. Sometimes it's just nice to know you're not completely imbisible. :)
why is there a long gap after my last post?
Btw I was perusing movies at wally world and there is a movie called Griff the Invisible. Id never heard of it and only recalled it after my last post. Apparently it is about an unlikely superhero. Straight to video. ;)
why is there a long gap after my last post?
:confused:
I don't know. 27?
my hands are entirely different glove sizes! One is 7" and on is 8" round the palm!
I have a slightly sharp knife. You want I should whittle the big hand down to match the other?
I don't get why people who have everything lament their situation.
If it's that hard, don't do it anymore.
If it's too easy, count your blessings.
:)
I'm working tomorrow.
I was tag-teamed into it.
First was a colleague appalled that she had to work on Boxing Day and advising me to check the schedule as she'd been put on it without her knowledge.
And me dancing around with joy because it turns out I wasn't.
Second was Mum being really dreary, convinced I'd told her I was working again before the end of the year, insisting that I checked. Then backing down when I agreed to go in and check, until I had to absolutely insist I was going in and asking.
Third was the floor manager on Friday, all wild eyed saying unless I'd specifically requested a shift after Christmas then I would not get one. But maybe? If I was free? They'd love me forever and want my babies if I might be able to do one?
Call me, I said, full of Christmas largesse and with pound signs ringing in my eyes.
And then fourth, M actually called. Please oh please and you are so wonderful.
Yes, of course I could work Boxing Day, no worries.
The day after? Oh, sorry, I'm going to my sister's. What time? Well, yes, if you're okay with me finishing at 14.00 then of course I can work.
So the short version is I am working 09.00-17.30 tomorrow.
A shift I would never have agreed to under any other circumstances.
Longer than I do at school. FAR longer than I have ever done at Boots before. The worst time of year for a shift, and such a long shift, in the very dead of winter. All this is folly. [COLOR="White"]Apols TS Eliot.[/COLOR]
But hey, the kerching still sounds.
There are probably paragons of virtue out there who don't overspend at Christmas. But I'm not one of them, and money, money, money will help in 2012.
I returned from my brother's house (and it was great, all the nieces and nephews there except the oldest niece...another story there) and we ate and laughed and played games and Dirty Santa. I got tools and a bottle of Yellowtail Cabernet. I traded a pizza stone for the Cab. I had a pizza stone and never used it and I know I'll use this wine tonight. My future niece in law was happy to trade. She likes white wine.
Anyway, so I get home and what to my wondering eyes does appear, a freaking CAR parked behind my house, where Homeless Guy used to park. Only...this car was his sister's car. She has vanity plates, first initial last name, so there was no mistaking it. I assume he is in town visiting for Christmas (or his sugar mommma kicked him out of Wyoming already) and they came to visit my next door neighbor, who HG really liked.
Still, why would you park there, except it's typical of the namby pamby passive aggressive crap he would do.
Anyway, after I'd finished slightly freaking out and checking every corner of my house, the car finally left.
What a lot of nerve, at the least.
Sigh, but it's gone. A little PTSD feeling there for a second, but it's gone.
holy hell.
i just wanna cum. any takers? male? forget it. women only.
I returned from my brother's house (and it was great, all the nieces and nephews there except the oldest niece...another story there) and we ate and laughed and played games and Dirty Santa. I got tools and a bottle of Yellowtail Cabernet. I traded a pizza stone for the Cab. I had a pizza stone and never used it and I know I'll use this wine tonight. My future niece in law was happy to trade. She likes white wine.
Anyway, so I get home and what to my wondering eyes does appear, a freaking CAR parked behind my house, where Homeless Guy used to park. Only...this car was his sister's car. She has vanity plates, first initial last name, so there was no mistaking it. I assume he is in town visiting for Christmas (or his sugar mommma kicked him out of Wyoming already) and they came to visit my next door neighbor, who HG really liked.
Still, why would you park there, except it's typical of the namby pamby passive aggressive crap he would do.
Anyway, after I'd finished slightly freaking out and checking every corner of my house, the car finally left.
What a lot of nerve, at the least.
Sigh, but it's gone. A little PTSD feeling there for a second, but it's gone.
srsly. a-hole.
holy hell.
i just wanna cum. any takers? male? forget it. women only.
Archive pics!
Heh heh, a thread to post whores.
I'm hitting the road tomorrow, and won't be back 'til somewhere between the 4th and 8th. Summer holiday, alternative festival, possible random wanderings.
You kids be good to each other while I'm away, mmkay?
Alternative festival?? In South Australia?? Adelaide??
Must.bite.tongue....must
:p
Confest. Run by a mob from Melbourne, held in southern New South Wales.
Phew...you are safe then!
Have fun. Miss you. Love you.
:p
The world is your skate park!
Gee Zen, I thought you might have been headed up here for the Woodford Folk festival. One of my cousins is playing his Uke there, and a friends wife is in a Columbian dance troupe. Another cousin usually sings with one of the folk groups, but i don't think she is this year.
One of these days I'm going to make the trip for it myself.
Words are cheap. :rolleyes:
haha...I wish I was a hippie. I think life would be a lot easier if I didn't give a shit about anything much besides eating plants and not showering. :D
What makes you think hippies don't give a shit about anything?
Hippies are very caring people.
Yep, so they say, but look at all the hippies from the 60's now driving around in BMW's with yachts and million dollar homes on canal estates.
I'm pretty sure those 'hippies' don't give a shit about much aside from their own status.
I spent a lot of my youth getting high, following the Grateful Dead and all of that stuff. Now that I am old I just have shorter hair, no McMansion, BMW, yachts or anything like that. I bitch at my kid for not recycling and disappointed that pot is not legal yet.
I spent a lot of my youth getting high, following the Grateful Dead and all of that stuff. Now that I am old I just have shorter hair, no McMansion, BMW, yachts or anything like that. I bitch at my kid for not recycling and disappointed that pot is not legal yet.
WTF? Are you me?
I was never a hippie as a kid, I don't smoke dope, but I'd probably pass as a hippie now if I really didn't try... ;) ..... I am not lazy or smelly, but my kids attend an alternative school which uses a co-operative rather than a competitive approach to learning, I recycle like Big Brother is watching me, and I am totallly involved with my kids' schooling and activities. And they call me by my first name. sometimes. They call me "monster" more often..... (works better in a crowd of kids trying to get their parents' attention....)
I don't typically make resolutions, I just end up disappointing myself. There's the long running reminder every year to make sure I fill out comment cards or put a word in for the manager if I get great service somewhere. That's really just become a way of life, because I know how good it feels.
When it comes to ME, I know I need to be kinder to myself, so maybe I'll cut back on my self-deprecating humor. Maybe I'll say a nice thing or two to myself now and again. You know, real stuff, not like bragging about my great eyebrows, *snicker* things I actually DO. Positive affirmations.
Because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and goshdarnit, a couple people like me.
(Crap this is going to be harder than I thought.)
I guess the boys are old enough that me wandering around scantily clad is "ewwww, gross".
"Its hot, you dont like it, go to your room boy!"
I guess the boys are old enough that me wandering around scantily clad is "ewwww, gross".
"Its hot, you dont like it, go to your room boy!"
:lol: I'm the opposite. I've trained my nephew that he's embarrassed to be outside the bedroom(where he changes his clothes) without pants on. Yeah, I'm like a mean nun in a Catholic school. :evil2:
Our kids just have to live with it. It's not hot, though. Funny, they all made their own decisions to stop being naked around the house. We try to remember robes when they have friends sleeping over.
My kids are used to bits hanging out all over the place here which is good cause we have doors on two sides of our room, one side of which are french doors with only filmy curtains, so if they're walking past and i'm getting changed, that's just too bad.
I try to remember to take my clothes to the bathroom when there are other people here. Sometimes I forget. In those cases, they just have to suffer too.
Yeah I do that, Alil.
When I shower in my ensuite its ok, but when I take a bath, I always forget the clothes. Plus I have to walk the full length of the hallway, my front door faces a court and everybody walks here.
As mentioned, Im not quite used to having neighbours and usually duck out to my car in my undies or out to the clothesline to grab underwear. The houses behind me are 2 story.
Generally I dont stress, they see more of me down the beach.
Do your kids catch you in compromising positions with those french windows?
OK, you know the old song "How Long (has this been going on?)"
It was by the band Ambrosia. Right?
Yet on I Fart Radio, they always list it as by O'Aces.
And a search finds it by a band called Ace. I remember a band called Ace.
Huh? WHICH IS IT? HELP ME.
Could O'aces be a corruption of Oasis?
I don't know. I was wrong, though, the song was by Ace. Ambrosia did How Much I Feel and You're The Only Woman.
Not sure what I was running into before. In fact I can't re-find it. It's like I wandered into some sort of Interwebz Twilight Zone.
Ha. There it is again. This time I saved the picture. It is definitely the song How Long and the picture on I Heart Radio is of some guys, with O'Aces written over them. WTF?
However, I can't attach it. I get this message:
Upload Errors
imscale.png:
This JPEG image has the incorrect file extension.
I opened it in MS Pic Manager but it won't let me save it as anything else.
Crud.
I know it's not important. I just don't get it.
Blow jobs!
Here's a 7yo and his amazing blow job
[COLOR="LightBlue"]Get your mind out of the gutter, it's a heart-warming Make-A-Wish Story.[/COLOR]
I think the people who drag their feet when they walk (I can hear my mom now 'pick up your feet!') are the same people who lay across the front of their shopping cart like they're too tired to stand up straight.
Carry yourselves like you have some dignity, people.
None of the children on my table at school seem to be capable of sitting properly on their chairs. They sit right on the edge, rest of the chair pushed out behind them, slouched right over their work. ARGH!
I do remember being told to sit up straight and pull my chair in all the way through school. And NOT ro rock on my chair. What I never realised is just how bad it looks, how lazy and careless and how dangerous it really is, not just an annoying adult-ism. I've seen falls off chairs (and chins bang tables) that could have been quite nasty.
And I had no idea how bloody annoying it was for the teacher to say it again and again and again and again...
I have been complimented often on my posture since. And also because I am extememly comfortable sitting cross legged with a straight back (people notice the oddest things). So something must have sunk in at some point.
snip--
So something must have sunk in at some point.
Not your chest, I'm guessing...
None of the children on my table at school seem to be capable of sitting properly on their chairs. They sit right on the edge, rest of the chair pushed out behind them, slouched right over their work. ARGH!
In our schools, both as a child and now, everyone above Kindgarten uses single-unit desks, where the chair is attached to the desk and can't be pushed in or out (or leaned back.)
Not your chest, I'm guessing...
Nope, just migrating south.
In our schools, both as a child and now, everyone above Kindgarten uses single-unit desks, where the chair is attached to the desk and can't be pushed in or out (or leaned back.)
Our classrooms are fluid. Children sit in different groups for different subjects, so a group table might accommodate 4 or 6 - 8 as an extreme.
Chairs can be set out theatre style for some activities, or for "Godly Plays" (we are a faith school) in a round. Tables can be set in a horseshoe or moved back against the walls completely, with chairs available or stacked on top.
The ONLY time I had a chair attached to a desk in school was in drama, where there was a little flip top desk on each chair. Very useful in a space created more for movement than taking notes. But I was 15 by then.
Just another interesting difference I guess.
But I wonder if it has to do with having more space. My schools have started as small affairs and grown. Space has always been at a premium with rooms allocated as and when they are free. Perhaps where land is more easily allocated, buildings are larger and rooms don't need to supply as many functions?
A guess.
That would have made it very difficult for the nuns to "dump" my desk while I was outside for recess and they thought it was too messy. Yes, you would come back from recess with all your stuff from your desk all over the floor. :lol:
In our schools, both as a child and now, everyone above Kindgarten uses single-unit desks, where the chair is attached to the desk and can't be pushed in or out (or leaned back.)
Not here. Mostly tables and chairs with flexible arrangements and not just in our hippy school -pretty much all of the elementaries.
OK, you know the old song "How Long (has this been going on?)"
It was by the band Ambrosia. Right?
Yet on I Fart Radio, they always list it as by O'Aces.
And a search finds it by a band called Ace. I remember a band called Ace.
Huh? WHICH IS IT? HELP ME.
Ha. There it is again. This time I saved the picture. It is definitely the song How Long and the picture on I Heart Radio is of some guys, with O'Aces written over them. WTF?
However, I can't attach it. I get this message:
Upload Errors
imscale.png:
This JPEG image has the incorrect file extension.
I opened it in MS Pic Manager but it won't let me save it as anything else.
Crud.
I know it's not important. I just don't get it.
There it was again!
People falling off chairs they've been swinging on is funny. I'm just saying...
specially when you actually see their face as they realise they've reached the point of no return and they just have to try and land gracefully...which never happens.
I remember in elementary school some kid leaning back in his chair and next thing you know he was on his back and he just sat there, mouth hanging open and silent. I remember everyone saying "oh, he's in shock." Hahahhaha!
Funny the things you remember. Funny how the Cellar makes me remember so many things. :)
In our schools, both as a child and now, everyone above Kindgarten uses single-unit desks, where the chair is attached to the desk and can't be pushed in or out (or leaned back.)
I didn't have a problem leaning back. However...
When I was in sixth grade, I had a desk/chair like this. I can't remember why, but for some reason, I stood up while still in the desk. That is, as I stood up, my feet were still in the position they would be in while seated. This was the style of chair/desk. There just wasn't room for my feet/calves/trunk to stand in that spot without being top heavy and off balance. I was leaning forward, reaching forward and lost my balance. I gripped the front edge of the desk as I faceplanted the desk. Faceplanted the desk, not my face. But my hand gripping the front of the desk? I landed with my fingers under the leading edge of the desk with the whole weight of my body on the desk, practically guillotining my fingers. I broke my right forefinger at the first knuckle.
Luckily, I got out of class!
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We had one of those old desks at my house. There were carvings in it from wherever it was before my dad found it and brought it home. I used to love to play school. We also had one of those that had hinges and opened on the top, with a big deep storage area.
We also had one of those that had hinges and opened on the top, with a big deep storage area.
I have one of those as well. I bought it when a local private school upgraded. My dad and I refinished it and it's really nice ... waiting for grandchildren at this point. I hadn't remembered them till just now. Damn we did that a long time ago.
Absolutely! What a great purchase.
I want an old card catalog. They're so expensive. I miss card catalogs.
I got a card catalog! It was in the library at my firm, and they were getting ready to throw it away. I was in the right place at the right time. It's in my workshop now. Full of misc hardware. And one drawer is full of cassette tapes for my boombox down there.
*envious*
The nurse at my old job had one in her office and she said her husband had one at home that he used like you do.
I really miss looking up books in a card catalog.
someday I'll have a house and have antiquey stuff like that. I have a few things, but I love old stuff.
well, mine is a small card catalog. Only four drawers. It was a smaller library. It's still pretty neat though.
Had my second pooper today.
Gagged and retched very much. I think I hid it from the child though. He has problems with his digestive system so it's not unknown for this to happen. But he was visibly distressed and unable to even vocalise what had happened.
Luckily he was standing up at the time, and it stayed contained in his pants (shorts). No cleanup needed (he was able to wipe himself with moist tissue), then replace the pants with school spares.
Also had to put a pupil in time out for the first time.
75% of the class today were fizzing and giggling and talking nonstop.
She just had the misfortune to be on my table. She got her warnings according to standard procedure, then I made her sit on the floor facing the wall.
She bounced back fine, but it stopped the silliness at least.
Paula Deen has announced that she has diabetes, and thinks that her fried-butter diet is "part of the puzzle" but not the only factor. Age and stress also come into play, she says--you know, like the
number of years she's been eating fried butter, and the
stress it has put on her body. :rolleyes: I snorted loudly, which probably means I'm going to hell, but I did it anyway.
"It's like I told Oprah [Winfrey] a few years ago: 'Honey, I'm your cook, not your doctor,'" Deen said. "You are going to have to be responsible for yourself."
Turns out blaming your age is the same thing as taking responsibility. Who knew?
Well as long as she blamed someone or something else, she'll be just fine.
I'm sure the sales of all her rap had nothing to do with that decision :eyebrow:
(I snorted when I heard too ... see you in hell, save me a seat.)
Six years ago I was basically unaware of ice hockey. Now I'm almost ashamed how much I love it. I'll stop and watch any game above Mite level. I watch Hebe swim, but I'm really not interested in watching most others. i'll watch my kids play soccer, but I won't stay to watch the next game or watch the one while they're warming up..... but while my kids are warming up, dresing or doing off ice, I'll watch any game in progress. You might ask what else there is to do ....the rink has free wireless.....
worst still -while I'm confessing... I hate boxing and wrestling and martial arts and any form of professional fighting (maybe except fencing, if you count that) ...but I love the fights, even amongst the teenagers of the Plymouth Whalers (yesterday 6 goals, 7 fights....)
I should be ashamed.
But it's fun
Hockey pretty much rocks.
That is all.
Hockey pretty much rocks.
That is all.
All
I pretty much stay out of the politics forum, but occassionally I'd pop to read a little here or there, ignoring the arguments, and leave real quick. Well, I was just there reading the Mayor Nutty's thread. Dang, people can get mean in there, huh? Are all the insults necessary? Anyways, just a lame comment because everyone knows that fact. :p:
Just listened to a little bit of Ginrich's speech today. At one point he says if he becomes the nominee, he'll challenge Obama to 7 three hour debates, but that it's ok for Obama to use a teleprompter. Of course he thought he was being funny, but i guess he's forgotten how Bush was constantly prompted during debates.
I just thought it was a really short sighted comment, and particularly rude, especially since he isn't even the nominee and may not be in the end.
Dumb politicians.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
I told a lie today and now have to live it out and feel like a bit of a heel in doing so.
I made packet brownies last night.
Three batches as I bought them when they were Buy 2 Get 1 Free.
I feel no guilt in using mixes - the staffroom gets what it wants and I feel happy. Usually I focus on decorating or giving something a special twist. Nothing you can do to brownies, so in the mixing bowl they went.
Trouble is, the staffroom are mostly female and adore chocolate.
AND we had a TA meeting straight after break. I wasn't there at break as I was on duty, but as soon as I came in at 10.30 I was greeted with thanks and compliments.
Linda - a very sweet woman - asked if they were made from scratch.
Oh yes, I blithely replied, as I didn't want to tarnish my image as a master baker.
At lunchtime she asked if she could have the recipe :(
Hers never come out as well as mine.
Sigh.
Why did I lie?
I feel I can't lose her respect by admitting the lie, so I have spent approx an hour vetting recipes online. I've found one by Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall that has more steps than the average recipe, so if they turn out different - as they will, unless she is Dr Oetker - she'll assume she did something different in one of the stages.
I have to say they sound yummy and they aren't all that difficult.
But my conscience tells me I'd better make a batch soon to test them out.
And not bloody lie in future.
It's funny, because the best brownies I've ever had have always been made from a mix. For whatever reason, home made brownies just aren't as good.
The mix doesn't even have to be an expensive one. A cheap store band mix usually tastes better than brownies made from scratch.
Damn.
If only I hadn't lied!
I could just have said the above, all superior because I know my browni-shit.
Poor Linda, doomed to forever try a 3-egg recipe that will never be as good.
The [strike]worst[/strike] best way to fix a lie is with another lie, I've always said. Look at the ingredients list on the brownie box mix, and estimate rough amounts in descending quantity order, using other recipes as a guide. Give the list to her, and when she asks where in the world she can get Sodium Diphosphate or whatever, just shrug and say an American friend sent it to you, you've never been able to find it there in Aylesbury. Tell her it's the most important ingredient, and to look online for it. She'll never bother.
I was gonna say roughly what clod said (make up a special type of hersheys that you can only get from your buddies in the US), but then I didn't want to get laid into by the lynch mob again, so I didn't :lol:
Why don't you just tell her the truth? Admit that you fibbed, and buy her a box of the packet mix.
All she really wants to do is replicate what you did, and if you explain it the right way, I'm sure she'll understand. Specially if she really is as sweet as you say.
Martha Stewart was supposed to be this brilliant wall-street guru.
But she went to jail stemming from what I believe was insider trading,
and apparently has not yet learned to read the fine print before signing the contract.
Mon Jan 23, 2012 6:53pm EST
(
Reuters) - Macy's Inc is suing Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia Inc, accusing
the company of breach of contract for entering into an agreement to sell certain products
at stores run by its rival J.C. Penney Co Inc.
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Why don't you just tell her the truth? Admit that you fibbed, and buy her a box of the packet mix.
All she really wants to do is replicate what you did, and if you explain it the right way, I'm sure she'll understand. Specially if she really is as sweet as you say.
Mostly, it's because she heard me lie in front of the whole staffroom. Something I am ashamed of in retrospect, but only because I was caught out. I might actually be a sociopath.
And it's because she is a sweet lady that I can't expect her to perpetuate my lie.
I like the idea of adding to the lie.
Because I'm obviously that kind of person.
Good try Ali, but at least I can be honest about it here.
here is my recipe:
one box brownie mix
add'l ingredients as listed
...
enjoy.
this is scratch/making as compared to buying premade brownies.
....
OR
just make some shit up, that she can't reproduce your quality is good for you. there are lots of cooks that never reveal the whole truth. Bakers, candy makers, and bbq-ers figure prominently in my experience.
How is that a problem?
Mostly, it's because she heard me lie in front of the whole staffroom. Something I am ashamed of in retrospect, but only because I was caught out. I might actually be a sociopath.
And it's because she is a sweet lady that I can't expect her to perpetuate my lie.
I like the idea of adding to the lie.
Because I'm obviously that kind of person.
Good try Ali, but at least I can be honest about it here.
I don't think you're a sociopath Sundae, and I'm pretty sure no one else here does either. lol
Sometimes you just get more credit for owning up. Probably no one else was even paying attention when you said you'd made it from scratch anyway.
Maybe you could just say it's an old recipe and you don't really measure the ingredients? That way you're hardly even lying anyway.
Oh no way Ali, then the teacher will say, "Oh hey, let's get together for coffee at your house, and you can whip up a batch and I'll just watch you and learn how to make it!"
Tell her it's an ancient Chinese secret!
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I heard there was a study that concluded that meetings make people stupid.
Minds wander, personal agendas surface, things don't get done.
I would say abolish meetings, but then what would _____ and ______ do all day? (Names omitted to protect my innocence, and my job.) :rolleyes:
I remember in my younger days, when I was first in a position to have to go to a bunch of meetings. I thought I was so official and grown-up. "Oh, my...I have meetings ALL DAY!" Now the thought of a meeting just gets on my nerves. :p:
I remember in my younger days, when I was first in a position to have to go to a bunch of meetings. I thought I was so official and grown-up. "Oh, my...I have meetings ALL DAY!" Now the thought of a meeting just gets on my nerves. :p:
I remember that too! The first time I sat in a conference room in a leather chair I was like "Ooh, I'm so important." Now I can't stand it. The absolute worst is when I have to run a part of a meeting, and I don't want to be there, and the people there don't want to be there, but there is some boss guy making us all do it. We get these international guests who have some sort of partnership with us, and they show up at our offices and we have to explain to them what we do. But they don't care. They are showing up because they are told to and because they want to see the sights of DC. And I don't want to be there. But there's some bigwig in the corner smiling and nodding and making us all do this thing. Gah. Meetings.
Today we're very close to being cut off by flood waters again. So much so that I've kept the kids home because I don't think the bus will get them home again this afternoon.
I've just found out my dear Aunt has had a mastectomy and is waiting on the lymph node tests. It was very sudden. She only saw the doc on Monday and by Wednesday she was having a boob chopped off. It doesn't sound good to me, but everyone is being hopeful.
No worries Classic. I'm sure she'll be fine.
I remember that too! The first time I sat in a conference room in a leather chair I was like "Ooh, I'm so important." Now I can't stand it. The absolute worst is when I have to run a part of a meeting, and I don't want to be there, and the people there don't want to be there, but there is some boss guy making us all do it. We get these international guests who have some sort of partnership with us, and they show up at our offices and we have to explain to them what we do. But they don't care. They are showing up because they are told to and because they want to see the sights of DC. And I don't want to be there. But there's some bigwig in the corner smiling and nodding and making us all do this thing. Gah. Meetings.
Be careful, glatt. I've just found out that if you complain about meetings you will be sure to have like a thousand meetings in the next week or two. :(
We used to have meetings about having MEETINGS!
It was seriously insane.
The solution meetings about meeting is simple
... make a list of the meetings
... make a list of all other issues
... make a list of the lists
and have meetings about each of them.
Poor Sundae... :lol: If only you were brought up with threats like, "If you lie, you will go to hell, and your tongue will be cut out!" And that is why to this day, I don't lie, even little white ones. :p:
Oddly, I was brought up by a mother who said those things, but acted in a completely different way!
I didn't realise until I moved back here how many "little white lies" she tells.
Her friends must think me so ignorant when they call up, because I am so vague about where she is and what she is doing. I've been shouted at before for saying she was at Tesco when apparently she was supposed to be ill (unable to go to meet a particular friend). "Not my fault you lie to your friends" said I. That went down well...
I am learning it's not worth the bother.
I will write out a 100 times, I should not lie, Lola says I will burn in hell.
Or at least that's what I'll tell you :)
I am learning it's not worth the bother.
I will write out a 100 times, I should not lie, Lola says I will burn in hell.
Or at least that's what I'll tell you :)
Hehe....nah, don't waste ink and paper. Just learn to be quick on your toes. Oddly, I am very impress with people who can lie on the fly.
I keep telling Max that if he doesn't stop playing with his doodle I'm going to chop it off.
It's not working very well. I don't think he believes me.
@ Ali: hahahah....well, I usually don't threaten my nephew anything I won't carry through. That's why when I start counting, he does what I want him to, quick.
Looking at the names list for a class I will have tomorrow,one student has a name beginning with Nqo... yes, that is N Q O. How the heck do I say that? Whoah.
What I think may be best to do is to call out, "N Q O." When that student raises his/her hand, you ask how to pronounce his/her name. You then phonetically jot down the pronunciation of it and try your bestest to pronounce the name as most correctly as you can. At least that way, you'll show some respect to that student. Once you find out how to pronounce "Nqo," please come back and let us know. I am curious how to pronounce that too. :p:
zuse the other name. Then ask them how to pronounce the nqo one.
or leave it until last and pretend they're not on your list and ask everyone left to tell you their names.
Damn, the "q" represents that clicking in the back of the mouth with the toungue sound as used in Southern Africa. The best I could manage was "Nnn-click-obile".
We're using her middle name. :)
Actually, I always deliberately struggle through the students' names and get coached on pronunciation in the first class. It is a good ice-breaker, and it shows that I'm trying to say their names properly, as they would say them,which shows respect. The students can all laugh at me, provided they are laughing together.
like this?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/N%C7%83xau
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Did anyone see the pilot for Touch? It's a new show on fox with Kiefer Sutherland. If the pilot is any indication I think it will be a good show. If you have TW cable you can watch it on free Primetime on Demand. Here's the gist of it:
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my tortuga happy got orphaned :( either that or no-one 'cept infimonk gives a fuck.
Post pics. We love the turtles!
Somebody help me here. There's an idiom that's been on the tip of my tongue all day. It's an expression meaning something is shoddy, or rinkydink, or unprofessional. Specifically a business or scenario, like "a real _______ operation." It's not kangaroo court. My brain keeps thinking it has something to do with circuses or monkeys, but I just. can't. reach it.
That's not it... Less chaos, more just unreliable?
A slipshod operation?
fly-by-night
None of those are the exact one I was looking for, but they are definitely the right feel.
bush league, small time, second rate, small potatoes,
Is it slang or not?
capricious, deceitful, deceptive, delusive, disreputable, dubious, erroneous, fake, fallible, false, fickle, fly-by-night, furtive, hallucinatory, hollow, implausible, inaccurate, inconstant, irresponsible, makeshift, meretricious, mistaken, pretended, pseudo, questionable, sham, shifty, specious, treacherous, tricky, uncertain, unconvincing, undependable, underhand, underhanded, unfaithful, unsound, unstable, unsure, untrue, untrustworthy, vacillating, wavering, weak ambiguous, astucious, beguiling, bum*, catchy, crafty, cunning, deceitful, deceiving, deluding, delusive, delusory, designing, disingenuous, fake, fallacious, false, fishy, foxy, fraudulent, illusory, imposturous, indirect, insidious, lying, misleading, mock, oblique, off*, phony, plausible, rascal, roguish, scheming, seeming, serpentine, shifty, slick, slippery, sly, sneaky, snide, specious, spurious, subtle, treacherous, tricky, two-faced, underhand, underhanded, unreliable , wily
unreliable - adrift, afloat, alternating, amorphous, capricious, changeable, changeful, coquettish, dangerous, desultory, deviable, disreputable, dizzy, doubtful, dubious, eccentric, erratic, faddish, faithless, false, falsehearted, fast and loose, fickle, fitful, flickering, flighty, flimsy, flirtatious, flitting, fluctuating, fly-by-night, freakish, garbled, giddy, hazardous, impetuous, impulsive, inaccurate, inauthentic, inconsistent, inconstant, indecisive, inexact, infirm, insecure, insubstantial, irregular, irresolute, irresponsible, light, mazy, mercurial, miscited, misquoted, misreported, misstated, moody, perfidious, perilous, precarious, provisional, questionable, quicksilver, rambling, restless, risky, rocky, roving, scatterbrained, shaky, shapeless, shifting, shifty, shuffling, skittish, slick, slippery, spasmodic, spineless, spurious, temporary, tentative, ticklish, tottery, toying, treacherous, tricky, trustless, unaccountable, unassured, unauthentic, unauthoritative, uncertain, uncontrolled, undependable, undisciplined, unfaithful, unfaithworthy, unfixed, unfounded, unhealthy, unpredictable, unrestrained, unsafe, unsettled, unsolid, unsound, unstable, unstable as water, unstaid, unsteadfast, unsteady, unsubstantial, unsure, untrue, untrustworthy, untrusty, vacillating, vagrant, variable, versatile, vicissitudinary, vicissitudinous, volatile, wandering, wanton, wavering, wavery, wavy, wayward, weak, whimsical, wishy-washy, workaday
2 bit?
YES! I had the old-timey circus imagery associated with it because it cost two bits to get in. Thanks!
You may now return to your regularly scheduled dwellaring.
Are you sure you don't want to call it a three-ring circus?
You know, him and two other arseholes...
my tortuga happy got orphaned :( either that or no-one 'cept infimonk gives a fuck.
I want to see these flawless pieces as well.
..And one drawer is full of cassette tapes for my boombox down there.
You unrepentant Luddite, you.
I broke out the turntable last weekend and let the kids play with it listening to our collection of 45s from the 80s. They had no memory of ever seeing a turntable before, and had trouble with the concept of carefully putting the needle at the beginning of the record. They thought you shouldn't need to be so careful and precise.
They were most enthralled with Read-Along Raiders of the Lost Ark. You turn the page at the crack of the bullwhip.
dear glatt
I am working diligently on a project for you, something you've asked for over the years. footfootfoot, griff...xoxoxoBruce and a few others will be interested I reckon. It's a lot of text. and a lot of pictures.
I had two occasions this week to tell Lil' Griff, " That's on vinyl in the basement." I also explained 78, 45, and 33. Prolly time to break out the turn table.
I'm waitin V.
dear glatt
I am working diligently on a project for you, something you've asked for over the years. footfootfoot, griff...xoxoxoBruce and a few others will be interested I reckon. It's a lot of text. and a lot of pictures.
I'll believe it when I see it. ;)
I broke out the turntable last weekend and let the kids play with it listening to our collection of 45s from the 80s. They had no memory of ever seeing a turntable before, and had trouble with the concept of carefully putting the needle at the beginning of the record. They thought you shouldn't need to be so careful and precise.
They were most enthralled with Read-Along Raiders of the Lost Ark. You turn the page at the crack of the bullwhip.
My turntable places the needle automatically. And is still on top of the hifi stack in the family room, ready to leap into action.......
What has happened to youtube? Videos have disappeared like crazy. Like the other night I was looking for some of my old favorite Steely Dan songs. Many that I've seen a million times aren't there anymore.
Today I was looking for the SNL clip of Phil Hartman as Frankie Sinatra with Steve and Eydie Gorme being his sycophants and Sting as Billy Idol and Jan Hook as Sinead and Chris Rock as some black rapper guy. Nuthin'. I've seen it on there a kabillion times.
And you can't even find a decent clip of the VERY FAMOUS Porkchops and Applesauce by Peter Brady.
What's happened? There's like nothing on youtube anymore. :(
Well, George Glass. :lol:
But seriously, they ARE disappearing.
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When people close their Google account, they have the option of clearing
their own postings in each Google product, such as YouTube.
I read earlier that 60,000 people said they were closing their accounts.
Damn. That really sucks. :(
So Google, in order to be more Googly-eyed, killed youtube.
Everybody sing: Googly killed the youtubey star, Googly killed the youtubey star.
yfts
Thanks, Lamp.
I had to open a gmail account to get a new YouTube account, because they won't send me a new password on my old one. Which I had for quite a few years and can no longer access, despite the fact I get emails telling me I have mail and that people have subscribed to me.
I won't use the gmail account, except to log into YouTube.
And that's only because it allows me access to age sensitive material.
My (useless) email address is Stupidfing1972.
Because it was being such a stupid fing by dicking me around.
Like I would abandon the hotmail.com email address that has my real name in a simple format?
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Red"]HEY GOOGLE![/COLOR][/SIZE]
I hope you're googling yourself.
Where can I bitch about this? Like something huge that says "WAY TO GO GOOGLE I DIDN'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR STUPID CRAP UNTIL YOU MADE ALL THE YOUTUBE VIDEOS GO AWAY. WAY TO SEND THE INTERNET BACK TO THE DARK AGES, DUMBASSES."
Oh, I just did.
:thumbsup: like this
I think they're cracking down on copy write infringements to be honest.
I agree with Ali. There was that huge bust last week. It's got everyone running scared.
Cracking down on copyright seems likely.
I have, on more than one occasion, watched entire tv series on youtube, with the episodes disappearing behind me as I worked my way through. Stargate was like that. So was classic Doctror Who.
Yeah, I sometimes watch episodes of TV shows which are further advanced in the US on youtube, but the last few weeks when I've tried to find them they've been gone. That was what led to my conclusion about copy write issues.
Often I find that if something has vanished from Youtube it might still be available on Todou, as long as you don't mind the slightly grainy quality and the Chinese subtitles.
Oh, well then I made my letters a little smaller. :blush:
I wonder what the numbers are on why so many got pulled? I guess if they've been cracking down on copyrights...that'd be a lot of it, but surely there must also be a faction of folks who were upset with the new privacy thing (which honestly I don't even really care much about) and pulled their channels.
Oh well, it's a sad day. I always say you can find just about anything on youtube...any snippet of a show you remembered, any song you hadn't heard in years. So it's bummage. :(
my scepticism is in overdrive. I smell a [ATTACH]37147[/ATTACH]
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Do you smell a rat and see a worm?
Worms are easier to smell, they're all over the sidewalk after a day's rain.
It's arat that's being wormy
What has happened to youtube? Videos have disappeared like crazy. Like the other night I was looking for some of my old favorite Steely Dan songs. Many that I've seen a million times aren't there anymore.
The internet is ephemeral
http://www.hddownloader.com/So I'm going to get a Trapper Keeper and lots of colored markers and write the names of boys all over it and probably the names of some of my favorite bands and like it's like a Vision Board and I'll make sure there are plenty of rainbows and unicorns and mystical magical things because I'm 12. Hee hoo, winky nudge, har har ho ho. ;) :biggrinlo:heartpump:3some:
I was just here twiddling my thumbs a bit. That is all.
Twiddle away! Nice to see you around.
and you've fallen waayyyyy behind in the post-count race ;)
Beest -king of keeping me updated from fark etc- has never heard of Chuck Testa. I feel special, in a redneck with a few dirty patches kind of way. Kinda surprised because both of the boys are all "Nope, Chuck Testa" but gotta admit selective hearing is a bonus more often than not....
I just learned that the fastest growing religion in the US is the Shakers.
Last year, there were 3 of them at their Sabbathday Maine location., and this year there are 5 of them. They have almost doubled in size in the last year!
Went to see The Woman in Black today.
Was at near boiling point most of the way through.
None of the jumps or scares made me jump or scared because of the constant sussaration of crinkly wrappers (WHY THE F--- DO CINEMAS SELL THEM??!!) whispers and giggles. I couldn't commit to the film or the atmosphere it is supposed to generate because of the constant noise. Everything that happened was happening in a film, on the screen in front of me. Which is logical of course, but I usually absorb a film as much as watch it. I have the terrible habit of talking like a character that has engaged me for an hour afterwards.
Trouble is, we went to see it in the afternoon during half term. This was for my benefit.
It is cheaper to see an earlier showing, and we didn't think about the fact it was a 12A, which meant lots of giggly girls and immature boys.
Still, Mum and I made it our Valentine's date and it was good to spend the time with her.
I shushed the girls behind us twice (gently) and had to do the same for Mum! Like I couldn't have waited to find out one of the actors in the film was also the star of a recent TV programme I hadn't watched... Shhhhhhhh.
Pics of lunch in the Aylesbury thread.
Nail varnish never dries.
At least not on my nails.
It's either a secret the rest of the female world is keeping from me, or I have some sort of chemical imbalance which means I can still RUIN my nailvarnish 45 minutes after putting it on.
I remember one of the student nurses holding us up while she applied a coat of nailvarnish before we went out for the night.
At the time I thought WTF? Because I would have had to sit rigid, not touching anything for at least 30 minutes afterwards, and even then trashed the whole thing just blowing my nose.
Yes. I have ruined nails right now.
If I so chose I could probably scrape off the coats with another fingernail, they are still so soft and vulnerable.
Do you use quick dry? Do you let it dry between coats? how thick are the coats? I only ever have a problem if I cake it on too thick or use cheap polish that isn't "quick-dry". Current fave is Sally Hanson Hard as Nails or something like that. I only do my toenails, though. First coat is dry by the time I've finished it, second takes about 5 mnutes. It's pretty cheap, too.
I used to use Hanson. Should do again.
And yes, the fact that I haven't gone crazy about this in a while suggests it's the nail varnish. This one just caught my eye around lunchtime and I thought - ooh! haven't painted my fingernails in ages! So it might be a cheapo one - honestly can't remember.
I can still make an indent in it now. Ridiculous.
Best to spend a bit more (maybe buying when they're on special?). Also, if they're old the can get pretty gummy.
And yes, do nice thin coats and let them dry as much as possible between coats, but in the end, they're still going to take over an hour to be totally dry. Maybe even a bit longer.
dented and smudged as they are, they are still intact.
I might even make it to 24 hours without a chip this time!
Swings & roundabouts.
Just signed up for a 6 mile Midnight Walk with Mum. July 14th.
it's for the hospice where Nanny and Mum's friend Breda died.
£15 entry fee but that mostly covers admin/ medals/ t-shirt.
So if anyone wants to sponsor me, it's for a good cause and all money will go directly to the charity.
I'll be 40 by then, might not even make it!!
Three lucky people.
Nom nom choccy nom nom:
Some pleasure to come.
Thanks hon!
Here is the official website.
http://gemstonewalk.co.uk/
I've signed up Mum and I. It might be that donations are accepted online, which would be marvellous.
Trust me, I'll be all over the board with it in the next few months :)
please can i not have to get up in 5 hours, because I really really don't want to go to bed yet......
Hush li'l darlin', it's time for you to be Cellar dreamin'. Nighty nite.
Thinking and preparing for school tomorrow and remembered something.
Nowhere else to put it. No innuendo there as I am about to write about children.
As well as my two official wards, I also work unofficially with two other boys.
Both are 5-6 and have difficulty reading and writing. One, H, I have been charged with sitting on the carpet with, to ensure his attention (something I should be doing with Tiger, but Tiger only really requires an occasional nudge, being a conformist. Ideally I sit btween the two and try to stop Tiger nuzzling my arm for comfort).
I've found with Tiger personally, and from training courses, that children on the Autism spectrum respond well to music. S is not Autistic, but may be dyslexic. And he loves singing. So with Tiger and S I often incorporate songs when we are learning, especially on the Word Wall where words are out of context. Example - Tiger spent three weeks unable to get Where and There. So I sang him A Mouse Lived in a Windmill in Old Amsterdam, including a finger dance of a little mouse with clogs on... And S had real trouble with ladder - so I kept singing him the THRASS mat song (phonics teaching tool, if you don't know it don't worry) about My Dog Spot. but changing it to his name. In the song, the dog "climbs a ladder to the top". Yes, he finally recognised ladder. In the middle of other words, on its own and in sentences. And then we got a book with ladder in (Can You Get Our Ball?) and he knew it by sight. I danced the fandango. In my head.
But H.
H!
He started a new series of books in the last week of term.
These started including more complex words, including those on the THRASS mats. It all ties in, see?
So I began singing to him, as I did the other two.
Tiger grins and joins in. S smiles and enjoys it - H recoiled in embarrassment. And giggled uneasily. As if I'd licked him or something.
I persevered, but realised he really, honestly finds it extremely intimate and embarrassing to be sung to. Just for the record [obligatory] I was singing to him, in the classroom, not sitting him on my lap or singing into his ear or anything even approaching a line that can't be crossed.
Need to find a new approach for him next week.
Might see how he reacts to the Singing Cat.
I'm not obsessed with the singing idea, but THRASS imparts a lot of spelling systems via song, and the children sing every day in Assembly, culminating in a Music Assembly once a week.
Might have to ask the amazing Mrs J (HLTA I work with) for ideas.
If you're sure it's the social/intimacy aspect, you might try puppets or toy action figures, pretending it's them singing to each other rather than you singing to him. Or he might respond better to a simple recording of you singing instead of sitting through it in person. I don't know what the Singing Cat is, but if it's a separate object that plays songs, that would serve the same effect.
But there is also the possibility that it is the actual sound of singing that bothers him, and he's just being as polite as he can about it when what he really wants to do is clamp his hands over his ears. Both of my kids absolutely couldn't stand to listen to people singing in person, although singing on TV or the radio or whatever was fine. Minifob is long past it now, and Minifobette has learned to accept her therapists and teachers singing, but anyone else even starting to hum is still going to be met with tears.
I've had a guy for two years who is doing better now, but last year he'd put his hand over his aide's mouth every time she tried to sing. He responded better if the first time he heard a song it was from staff not a recording. *shrug* Good luck!
Maybe he's just the sort of kid who thinks people who sing in public are embarrassing. Mav is a lot like that. He wouldn't respond well to it, but Max would.
I am so fed up with my stepson and how I react to him that I am contemplating moving to Tucson to live with my mother. This morning I got so mad that I threw his alarm clock against the wall and broke it. I hate myself for being this way...for getting so irrationally mad at him all the time. I suck.
What did he do? I'm thinking doesn't sound irrational to me if he was a shit.......
...better the alarm clock than him, right?
Its such a looooong list. And its been building up since he moved back in after Christmas.
He just wont mind me. I tell him not to slam the door when he comes home late at night. He still does it. I get on him about it, he gives me lip and so I yell. I tell him not to do laundry at the beginning of the week (when I do it), he still does AND leaves his stuff in the dryer to boot. I get on him about it, he gives me lip and so I yell. I ask him to clean the bathroom, he doesn't do it. A few days later I get on him about it, he gives me lip and so I yell.
Lately, he has been spending most nights at a new girlfriends, but he neglects to turn off his alarm clock, so it goes off in the morning and I have get out of bed to deal with it. This has happened many times before and I have told him to stop it, but he doesn't. So this morning I threw it against the wall in a fit of anger.
It's really all very petty and actually just a power struggle, I know. But the few things I ask for he totally ignores AND IT PISSES ME OFF!
And I know I am a jerk for feeling this way, ...afterwards.
Why doesn't his father deal with him? surely he must have something to say about his own son's behaviour...
Oh, he's not bothered by it. He thinks I am just nagging him and fighting with him too much. Truth is, I am like a terrier or pit bull when it comes to my house rules. Otherwise, the boys would just run roughshod over me. It would be nice if I didn't care.
[COLOR="Red"]eta[/COLOR] - My husband will take my side when I need him to. For instance, I asked him to talk to the boy about cleaning the bathroom, he did and the boy cleaned the bathroom today. Also about the laundry and the alarm clock. But it doesn't stop him from still doing it all again later on. Its really frustrating.
Oh well, at least you can ask your husband for help then. I get kind of annoyed with my kids for repeatedly doing the same annoying stuff over and over. I think it's part of growing up in a way, and they probably will keep being annoying till they have their own place and are forced to wake up to themselves. Either that or have kids of their own who are annoying.
It's not so good if he doesn't respect your house rules though, and I don't think there's anything wrong with being strict about them so that you don't have to feel like you're always picking up after someone else. That's simply not fair.
its been building up since he moved back in after Christmas.
.
Well, see, there's yer problem.
1) Large bolt on the inside of the door goes across when you go to bed
2) Large trashcan filled with water.by the laundry. all clothes found in your way end up in there.
3) bathroom gets a lock on it that requires a key to open
4) Alarm clock ..... check. :D
Not to get too personal Pico and not to contradict Pat Benatar but, start using sex (or lack thereof) as a weapon. Let your husband go to bat for you.
Yeah, the stepmom relationship is a sticky one, and your husband is the one you should have a talk with. He needs to fully support you in the things you need done in your house (i.e., if the stepson is an adult then he is a guest and needs to behave as one.) Setting his alarm clock when he's not home is incredibly irritating, and breaking it is an understandable reaction after the umpteenth time. Definitely do not buy him a new one. Have your husband let him know that his alarm clock will mysteriously disappear each time it happens from now on. When he slams the door in the middle of the night, make your husband get out of bed right then to go talk to him about it. His growing wrath over this situation will be enough to fix the stepson's behavior, I'm sure of it.
Unfortunately, because I felt like such an idiot for showing my ass by breaking the alarm clock, I gave him the spare I had in the linen closet. He said he didn't want it, and when I closed his door, I heard him throw it on the floor. Probably because before I shut the door, I did tell him that letting it go off when he's not there is inconsiderate and every time it happens it will be taken out of his room. I went down to his room today to check on it and saw that he plugged it in and is using it. I'm pretty sure that right about now, he is feeling justified in his self-righteous anger toward me.
My husband is a bit of a weak link, though, because he doesn't want to be hassled with confrontations. But yeah, its time to direct my attention about this toward my husband. Cause dealing with it myself is making me crazy (and I'm starting to wonder if I'm not like Sundae's Mom...:eek:). If the boy is making me crazy, then my husband is just going to have to share in the misery. I'm just not looking forward to that, because irritating him can backfire on me.
1) Large bolt on the inside of the door goes across when you go to bed
2) Large trashcan filled with water.by the laundry. all clothes found in your way end up in there.
3) bathroom gets a lock on it that requires a key to open
Man O Man, would I love to to do those!
Not to get too personal Pico and not to contradict Pat Benatar but, start using sex (or lack thereof) as a weapon. Let your husband go to bat for you.
Do you speak from experience? ;)
Just do it Pico. The alarm clock was a step in the right direction not the wrong one. You gotta stop letting him treat you like this.
Hiya ME--
You have a very difficult situation there, as you well know, and I can only think out loud here. From this distance, I know practically nothing about your situation, the dynamics in the family etc. Keep in mind, my advice guaranteed valuable, it is worth at least twice what you've paid for it.
So...
Being a step parent is a tough fucking gig. I know, I am one. I've been a stepson too, so I have some first hand experience there as well. I am an adult child, though as an adult I've never had to live with my parents, step or otherwise. I have had, and do have adult step children living in my home with me. I must say all these step designations are explicit for your benefit since they are not used at all now and haven't been for years. But back in the day when they were merely rebellious repulsive teenagers, the step designation had MUCH more significance. Since then, their mother has become my ex wife; life is better in every way. That's not really what you're talking about though.
I understand the logic behind others' talk about enlisting the support of your husband. This is good advice by itself. It is good to have support, it is good to have a united parental front. However, I really *don't* like it as the main thrust to improve the situation here because it puts more power/responsibility for your own happiness/peace of mind/etc in the hands of other people, transferring it from your stepson to your husband. He might be nicer about it or more effective about it or whatever, but it is still your reaction, your state of mind. And the actions are still those of your stepson. I don't think this is a move forward as it is a move laterally. Not really progress, though definitely not regression.
I think it is more important and more useful to be respected on your own merits. How you earn that respect is ... man... that's huge. That's the whole art of being a parent, of being a grown up. But it is absolutely worth continuously striving for. If he cooperates because you asked him to, that's the best possible outcome, don't you agree?
Based on what I've read, I think you are on track with the thought that this is a power struggle. There could be (and probably are) additional considerations like some people are insensitive slobs, or simply thoughtless, etc etc. But I have a suggestion that works equally well with a thoughtless child as it does with an actively or passively hostile child. I learned this waaaay back in the day when their misbehavior was simpler but still felt hostile. It has to do with natural consequences, consistency, and a mechanical dispassion. In the parenting classes I attended it was described as the "broken record" method.
Pick a given behavior, like leaving the alarm clock on when he's not there. Remember, KISS, (keep it simple, stupid): tell him what's wrong; the alarm clock is clanging away when he's not there. Tell him what the consequences are when that happens; the alarm clock is taken away. Then enforce the rule every time, but without "showing your ass" (I've been there, it's tough and embarrassing and ineffective and diminishes the respect you've earned. Sux. Keep at it.) Others here have already talked about this, like being confronted immediately about the transgressions (door slamming).
Ask Pico how he learned his place in your pack's hierarchy. Lay out the rules and enforce them *consistently*.
Do you speak from experience? ;)
Honey, If I used sex as a weapon, NATO would be all over me like a cheap suit.
Or were you asking if it happened to me?:blush:
Note to foot:
Do NOT use the word 'sex' and the word 'cheap' in the same sentence if you are trying to imply that sex with you is an internationally explosive event.
I'm going to change my name to Inf'Initeè Precious M'O'nkeh.
And you can spell it like this: [SIZE="7"]∰[/SIZE]
Note to foot:
Do NOT use the word 'sex' and the word 'cheap' in the same sentence if you are trying to imply that sex with you is an internationally explosive event.
OK how about all over me like white on rice? That way I can imply that sex with me would be colored by a bad case of white boy's disease.
Has Pico been trained to "sick-em"?
lol
Pico would fight to the death for me, which would only take 2 seconds.
I got a haircut. It is short :neutral:
Brutal review of yesterday's local Guns n' Roses concert.
Guns N’ Roses stepped onto the Fillmore Silver Spring stage a few ticks after midnight on Friday morning and didn’t pack it up until 3:04 a.m.
It wasn’t a rock concert. It was a hostage situation.
Where did these guys even find the gall to call themselves Guns N’ Roses? Led by the band’s only original member, frontman Axl Rose, this unfocused eight-man crew pranced and preened with the enthusiasm and talent of a tribute band. For three torturous hours, the guys sucked the life force from some of the most anthemic rock songs ever written — “Sweet Child O’ Mine,” “Paradise City” and “November Rain” among them.
To call it a train wreck wouldn’t be right. Train wrecks are fast and violent. This was like being stuck in gridlock traffic behind a garbage truck in August.
Feeling good about my Axl Rose play in the death pool.
Rolling Stones
Guns n Roses
INXS
have all become their own cover bands / tribute shows.
Sad, but even washed up rock stars have to earn a living somehow, I guess.
There'd be less of a need for them to still do shows when they're old and past it if they didn't snort, guzzle and shoot up all their profits in their hey day. (or is that hay day? hmmm...interesting)
True, but then, what would be the point of being a rock star?
After weeks of searching i just gave up on finding a missing check, opened email to ask the person to resend, looked down, and there it was peeking out of an envelope in a pile of empty envelopes.
It always works this way, problem is sometimes that makes me want to give up too early.
They keep coming over the address system telling us where the tornado WARNINGS are, now in the northern part of this county. I have to drive through the northern part of this county to get to my county.
But they're telling us there is no need to take shelter.
What am I going to do? Go home, of course. If there's a tornado it will just have to decide to take me or not, because that's just the way it is.
They should just send us home a half hour early though.
Rolling Stones
Guns n Roses
INXS
have all become their own cover bands / tribute shows.
Sad, but even washed up rock stars have to earn a living somehow, I guess.
Oh dude. INXS was never anything without Michael. :(
Yeah, they've tried two or three replacement front men. They're only kidding themselves. :headshake It's over, guys, let it go.
I saw them in concert in 1991. I had to google when they were where I saw them. Funny, there's an INXS gigography.
http://denniscdtrader.tripod.com/id182.html
I really liked that band. My soon to be husband (got married in July, this concert was in February)
so did not want to go. It wasn't his cup of tea. He was 36. So I went with a male friend from work. We had a blast, laughed our asses off. Soon-to-be was all like "sure, if S wants to take you, have at it." He was cool like that. :)
Wow, that was so long ago!
Apologizing in advance:
Oh dude. INXS was never anything [strike]without Michael[/strike]. :(
I hate to agree with your ex but...
Apologizing in advance:
I hate to agree with your ex but...
I don't mind. I understand that musically maybe they're not the best band ever. Their music gives me a kick though. (See what I did there?) Makes me want to dance! :jig:
Funny, I mentioned this to him when I talked to him last night and he was all like "I didn't know you saw them" and I'm like "uh DUH...you were the one who told me to go" and he didn't remember. Ha!
Apologizing in advance:
I hate to agree with your ex but...
That's it. You're off my Christmas card list!
That's it. You're off my Christmas card list!
:)
INXS isn't the only Australian band I've loved...The Little River Band will always have a special place in my heart. It's maybe considered silly, but I love that stuff!
And rock-wise, who can deny AC/DC?
Griff raises the bar by skipping over being put on report and going right to being taken off a Christmas card list!
That stings!
I do love AC DC, find guilty pleasure in Midnight Oil, and need more input in the Wolfmother department.
Wish I knew what you were looking for...
O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heaven's yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about
Did you write that? I love it. :)
I stole it because I loved it so much.
How many posts do I have to make before my posts don't get moderated before posting? :/ Oh well, as long as this counts.
I stole it because I loved it so much.
what a coincidence! ME TOO!!
welcome Blueflare!
You're coming on strong now!
Posts no longer being pre-moderated, hoorah! Now I can start spamming up the place! :D
I'm kidding. I wouldn't do that. :)
If it wasn't for spammers how would we get our mexican boner drugs?
I am so tired today it's not funny. :(
Never take advice from those who are not currently successful n that which you wish to achieve ...unless they mad so much money they retired from it.
Don't:
take job hunting advice from the unemployed
Budgeting advice from the debt-ridden spendthrifts
Mental health advice from the nutters
take job hunting advice from the unemployed
This one I disagree with.
I've been in the same job for 20 years. I may seem like a good guy to get advice from, but I haven't actually landed a job in over 20 years. There would be few people worse than me at giving job hunting advice. The best people to get job hunting advice from would be people who change jobs every 2-3 years and have been doing it for a couple decades. They will be able to tell you how to play the game.
Never take advice from those who are not currently successful n that which you wish to achieve ...unless they mad so much money they retired from it.
Don't:
take job hunting advice from the unemployed
Budgeting advice from the debt-ridden spendthrifts
Mental health advice from the nutters
I missed the punchline which was:
and don't take weightloss advice from me :(
ah well. I can't even get humor right.
This one I disagree with.
I've been in the same job for 20 years. I may seem like a good guy to get advice from, but I haven't actually landed a job in over 20 years. There would be few people worse than me at giving job hunting advice. The best people to get job hunting advice from would be people who change jobs every 2-3 years and have been doing it for a couple decades. They will be able to tell you how to play the game.
as long as they're currently employed ;) I do agree. i was really being less than wholly serious, but failed at that too.
adding
Don't take humor advice from me, either......
Don't tug on superman's cape
Don't spit into the wind
Don't pull the cap off the old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with...monster
At least Google doesn't call you fat.
http://www.cellar.org/showthread.php?p=801099#post801099That's because google thinks I'm a middle-aged male nerd after a bimbo
Why can't google imagine I'm a 22 year old supermodel with a great personality and my own animal sanctuary?
because then all you'd need to buy would be monkey nuts and rubber boots.
I dread to think what Google must think of me.
you can look it up. I think I used a link I found on facebook. You can change it if you want to. That's what you need to do IM (I just typed your old name there -for the umpteenth time....)-tell it you're a 22 year-old supermodel running an animal sanctuary and see what it comes up with.
I dread to think what Google must think of me.
Google yourself and see what personal information comes up.
Fortunately no info comes up, apart from my Facebook profile which has next to nothing on it. But Google still has an opinion of me as a user based on what I search, what websites I go on, etc. I research a lot of really random things for the stories I write, which probably confuses it.
Who google thinks you are
Apparently Google now thinks I'm an 18-24 year old female. That's quite a change.
Pamela, are you jealous of my transformation? :lol:
....but why aren't I seeing ads full of hunky men? Explains all those shoe ads that have been popping up, though. Why would I want two pairs of shoes a month for $40? Are they insane?
.....Maybe I should go check my daughter's search history.... :lol:
What's weird...yesterday I was emailing from my google account, kidding about becoming a dog pooper scooper. Next to the inbox list there is a "learn more about..." section and it had listed "pooper scooper."
Now how in the heck does google know about that? They even snake your gmail? That's unsettling to me.
What happens if I have email sex? "Learn more about...heaving bosom." "Learn more about...turgid pillar of manhood."
Yeesh.
I long ago gave up the idea that anything do online is ever confidential in any way ....
That's weird, Google apparently doesn't think I'm anything in particular. Unless I am missing something on that page that supposedly tells you who Google thinks you are.
Anyway, I don't really imagine that stuff online is truly private either. To be honest you'd have to be crazy to think that it is.
Once I made a joke on gmail. Next thing I knew...the whole world was laughing!
Just dropping in to say hi.
I've come to my brother's to check on a delivery, so I'm in and out. Got to get back home to change the cats over.
Tried to hook up the router yesterday. Grrrrr. I feel like some silly '40s housewife who is confused by these thingamijigs called plugs and cables... The instructions make it look so easy, but of course what I have in my house looks nothing like the illustrations. So I have had to ask Stevo to come round at the weekend to sort it out. Which is embarrassing.
The 'rents are home tomorrow midnight and I will be back online sometime before Monday.
Try not to elect Santorum in my absence, mmm-kay?
What's weird...yesterday I was emailing from my google account, kidding about becoming a dog pooper scooper. Next to the inbox list there is a "learn more about..." section and it had listed "pooper scooper."
Now how in the heck does google know about that? They even snake your gmail? That's unsettling to me.
What happens if I have email sex? "Learn more about...heaving bosom." "Learn more about...turgid pillar of manhood."
Yeesh.
Umm ... that was always Gmail's business plan. Scan your emails for keywords and provide targeted advertising, bill the advertisers. How else does a free email service get so damn rich?
Google and facebook work on the same principle.
The recent change is that they are now cross-referencing the information from google, gmail, youtube etc to build a fuller picture of you, for better targeting of ads.
Nothing on line is private. Sometimes a bit hard for Joe Public to see, but the companies that run these services have you in their databases.
If you don't want to share it with the world, don't post it online anywhere.
Why can't google imagine I'm a 22 year old supermodel with a great personality and my own animal sanctuary?
I imagine that you're a 22-year-old model (but just a regular model, with no super powers), with a great personality and your own sanctuary full of edible animals.
Please don't destroy my fantasy.
I want not to want this thing so badly..... :(
I don't either. What thing?
My mom and I took a painting class last night. Well, that isn't my hidden talent.
1) baton twirling--scratch
2) dance--scratch
3) unbelievably rich--scratch
4) black--scratch
5) singing--scratch
Sorry Ma. :lol:
There's still comedy. ;)
pyramid apricot ale is da bomb! :p:
Today I bought a Toblerone and I am going to eat the entire thing myself because I'm a grown up and I can do whatever I want.
I'm also an only child who never learned to share.
I don't either. What thing?
My mom and I took a painting class last night. Well, that isn't my hidden talent.
Can you come paint my house?
Did I mention that my trees were brilliant but when I had to paint the little waterwheel building it looked like a thatch hut in Africa?
So you don't want me to paint your house. I might get a pretty good likeness of your face, though. Send me a picture! ;)
I've been taking care of this guy's eyeglass needs for 10 years, and today I found out that he played 3 years for the Eagles, from '70 to '73.
Is that a football team or a band?
Maybe it was a band but it wasn't named the eagles but they played songs for eagles (either the football team or the birds.)
I left my stupid phone at work. I don't have a landline. I'm no slave to my phone but there are people who would worry if I don't reply. So I emailed my family and my friend.
I don't know if I want to drive down there tomorrow and get it or not. Maybe. It's supposed to be nice. It would be more fun with my car instead of the rental, because I could put the lid down. Still, I could stop at Hobby Lobby, maybe see what cheap movies are playing at the 'not quite yet to video' theater...
I'll see which way the wind blows tomorrow. ;)
I left my stupid phone at work. ...
Stupid phone - I like that!
I've lost 4kg in the last few weeks.
One day maybe I can eat again. :(
I have a question.
Let's say you got a "get well" card for somebody who has just had their leg amputated. And the printing on the card already says "you're in my thoughts and prayers.". How do you sign the card? "Get better soon" doesn't work. "Sorry for your loss" sounds like a joke. There must be some appropriate signature line. What is it?
This person is like 80 years old, if that makes any difference.
Just "Thinking of you" or "with love"
You don't need to be explicit. Just let them know you care. :)
Of course if this were a joke question I'd have a thousand answers. ;)
It's not a joke question, but you can answer like it's one.
We've had this card sitting on the counter all weekend, while joke after joke comes out of my mouth. It's not helping.
I'd just sign it, 'with love' or something to that effect.
For an old person, an old word that takes into account the loss: Hope you recuperate soon.
Wishing you an expedient recovery!
Hop you get better.
You can lean on me.
Sorry.
Just "Thinking of you" or "with love"
You don't need to be explicit. Just let them know you care. :)
Of course if this were a joke question I'd have a thousand answers. ;)
This
For an old person, an old word that takes into account the loss: Hope you recuperate soon.
Or this.
It really doesn't matter if what you write kind of repeats what is printed. What is printed serves to tell the person what kind of card it is. What you write tells them you care.
If you know them well, you could write a little more, like a letter. People (older people especially) like to hear news and reminiscences, just as long as it doesn't make the card "me me me". or you could enclose a note.
Definitely don't dwell on the amputation/mention it at all. if you do that, you haven't a leg to stand on.
What?
I want not to want this thing so badly..... :(
I don't either. What thing?
For Hebe to triumph in the 100 breast stroke at State Championships. See -it wan't my place to want it.
Anyhoo she didn't triumph but she did OK.... but then she did take bronze in the 200 when getting to finals looked hit and miss...... and unexpectedly placed in the 200 fly, -where getting to finals was a given non-occurrence...... so I feel ok about wanting it now. kinda
I've lost 4kg in the last few weeks.
One day maybe I can eat again. :(
Congratulations on your weight loss!
I have a question.
Let's say you got a "get well" card for somebody who has just had their leg amputated. And the printing on the card already says "you're in my thoughts and prayers.". How do you sign the card? "Get better soon" doesn't work. "Sorry for your loss" sounds like a joke. There must be some appropriate signature line. What is it?
This person is like 80 years old, if that makes any difference.
"Congratulations on your weight loss!"
It really doesn't matter if what you write kind of repeats what is printed. What is printed serves to tell the person what kind of card it is. What you write tells them you care.
I'd agree with this.
Thanks for the good ideas. Simple and to the point is always a good idea and is very much my style.
I had been wandering around in circles, without a leg to stand on, so this gives me a leg up on the situation. Thanks.
Meanwhile, we had pre-addressed the envelope, thinking we would be dropping the card in the mail any moment, and she's moved to a different place in town. Got to find another envelope, or at least a blank label to stick over the thing.
Include a job application for I-Hop.
What? I waited an appropriate amount of time, didn't I?
:lol:
I should get my car back this afternoon. Yay.
I was talking to a cow orker and his premiums are WAY below mine and he only has 100 deductible. How can that be? Why are my premiums so high? I get a good driver discount and some renewal discount. I looked to lowering my deductible and the premium shot way up. Not sure what to do, what to cut or lessen.
Is 600/half a year a lot?
Does this cow orker have multiple policies with the same insurance co?
We have life/auto/home/and umbrella with the same company. The umbrella was basically free because we had the others, and the others are all cheaper because it's all bundled. I don't know what the totals are. $600 sounds a little high, but not outrageous.
He might. I'll ask him.
I didn't think it was that high either but he was all like "REALLY?" so I wondered, me being a total doofus about such things.
IM, I think we're also paying about 600 every 6 months.
That covers 5 cars, with two drivers, the newest being a 2012 Audi and the oldest a 1990 Toyota MR2.
WHAT?
I'm one car, one driver, 2006 VW Beetle.
What am I doing wrong?
Maybe I do need an agent.
You just need four more cars.
Hahahhahaa!
OK. A Jeep, a Lamborghini, and a BMW Z4, please.
I forgot one!
Ummmm...a Mazda5.
What am I doing wrong?
I'd guess it's your accident history, myself. The sad truth is it doesn't matter that they weren't your fault at all, your totaled new car was a claim on your insurance and not the other guy's, wasn't it?
Yeah. That's so unfair.
I'm moving to the desert. :(
... I'm one car, one driver, 2006 VW Beetle. ...
... I'm moving to the desert. :(
Don't do it!
With your luck, one of these guys would run into you AND THEY EAT BEETLES! :eek:
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Sycophant. That's the word I was looking for.
That's an elephant with the flu!
Sexo, is that a roadrunner? I thought they ate anvils and stuff.
I thought it was a crazy elephant.
Oh, you mean a right-wing republican!
No, that's psychophant.
bravo!
I got out of the shower and there was a wasp on my shower curtain. How the heck did he get in there? I sprayed him with ant killer. Once he was sufficiently in convulsions I killed him and flushed him.
Now I feel really badly about it. However, he didn't offer me any rent money so...
For an old person, an old word that takes into account the loss: Hope you recuperate soon.
I ended up using exactly this. Thanks!
I have an Etsy addiction. I've kept the buying under control, fortunately, but I browse and drool way, way too much.
I had been wondering why our phone/internet bill had gone up by about $100/month over the last few months.
Unfortunately, I couldn't be bothered looking into it because I've been feeling like shit as you know.
Today I decided that I would make an effort, so I went through the bills.
We have a deal where we can all call or text each other or to the home phone and those calls/texts are free.
Turns out when we changed the plan (which was supposed to be saving us money), they forgot to put the family call bonus on the account.
I rang them and explained the error and we now have a $350 credit on the account.
Sometimes it's worth checking your bills.
I have an Etsy addiction. I've kept the buying under control, fortunately, but I browse and drool way, way too much.
What kind of things, Pavlov?
A friend of mine plays online games and uses the username qpqpqp.
Took him a while to figure out why people were calling him ThreeDicks.
Could have been worse... he might have used: dbdbdb
What kind of things, Pavlov?
Crap I don't need. T-shirts, dresses, wall art, bags, jewelry, hair thingies, hair thingies for the kids... Things like the geek character peg people on the other hand are baffling, but I had no urge to own them myself. I just stare and wonder why anyone would spend the kind of time and energy it must require to make those things.
I just stare and wonder why anyone would spend the kind of time and energy it must require to make those things.
We can't help it.
I never spent any time on etsy. So after I read your post, I looked at the woodworking stuff over there. Most of it is complete crap, but there is some nice stuff. But it's generally priced way too low for the amount of effort that has to go into it. And it's priced way too high for the casual etsy shopper.
Seems like to be successful on etsy, you need to find something easy and very fast to make that would sell in the under $50 range. But it has to look like it's hard to make, otherwise people will just do it themselves. And it has to be appealing.
Identifying that item is the tricky part.
Guns don't kill people. Accents kill people. And monkeys too. monkeys kill people and accents kill monkeys.
what?
I hate accents. Why do I need a red pillow in my living room? I like my pillows to be complementary. "Why, that's a very nice ass you've just set upon me." Like that.
And video killed the radio star.
Helpful Hint: do not announce on the phone that you are on your way here and it 'ain't gonna be pretty.'
You really lose the element of surprise. :right:
On sunday, my Dad tried to chop a couple of fingers off with the lawn mower. Luckily, he only ended up losing the top joint of two fingers.
I've been up there for a few days helping Ma. Dad came home on Tuesday and by Wednesday (yesterday) wasn't in too much pain, so I came home to my house.
Now I'm tired. I think another early night is in order tonight.
eta: On tuesday arvo after Dad came home, we went and shifted the lawn mower (he'd asked Ma and I not to touch it because he was worried we'd fall in the dam :rolleyes: ), and loe and behold, there was one of his finger tips! It was pretty gruesome. I put it in the freezer for the boys to look at when we go up on the weekend (so they can do the mowing for Dad and a couple of other jobs that need a mans strength for, but that would be hard for a dopey idiot with one hand bandaged up, to do).
Wow! I'm glad he's not in much pain. A friend in college lost the tip of one finger and he said the pain was horrific, with all those nerve endings right there.
He said it was pretty bad for a day after the op (which was Monday), so Tuesday was the worst, but when he woke up on Wednesday it was down to a dull ache.
Dad's pretty tough though. He has a pretty high pain threshold.
When he hurts himself he's one of those who's likely to just 'rub a bit of dirt in it and get on with it', type of people.
How the hell did he ... his fingers .... mowerblade ... nevermind.
I put it in the freezer for the boys to look at
That's good teaching, and good parenting.
After that, I would trust the lads with the lawnmower, at least for a few months.
ETA: Put it in some alcohol or similar, keep it in a jar in the shed, next to the mower. just as a reminder...
I think it'll go in the rubbish after the boys have seen it. Or maybe we'll give it to the dog. lol
He says he can't figure out why he put his hand in there. He says he knows it was stupid and that it shouldn't be done, but for some reason he did it.
I don't suppose he'll ever do it again.
He's already short a toe after falling off an aluminium ladder about 10 yrs ago. now he's got two short fingers.
When we weren't sure how much of his fingers would stay on, the first thing Mav said was, "Grandad will only be able to count to 17 now".
He's a funny boy sometimes.
I think it'll go in the rubbish after the boys have seen it. Or maybe we'll give it to the dog. lol
:eek: talk about biting the hand that feeds you! :lol:
haha...yeah. I don't think she'd eat it though. She usually gets plenty to eat, and it's usually a lot fresher than a fingertip that spent a couple of days laying under a mower covered in grass and dirt.
Dogs LOVE that!
I don't suppose he'll ever do it again.
Certainly not with those fingers!
yeah, they've been pre-shortened.
He'll make a great secretary now that he knows shorthand.
Yeah. He'll never make much of a fiddle player now though.
Oh Ali that's horrible!
Your poor Dad.
I wonder if he will get phantom itches in his missing tips?
Aliantha, my sympathies to your Dad.
That voice "I shouldn't do this" I've heard that voice and it sometimes speaks up in time... sometimes not.
I watched my Dad shorten his left thumb with a hand saw during some home construction. My eyes bugged out of my head like in the cartoons, but I don't remember even a curse coming from him. He did tell me to go get a towel. Yeah... stoic.
Right. Listening to Danny Baker on BBCiPlayer. His show from this morning.
Diz woke me up early early early. Well before Danny Baker.
Established lock-in procedures (shut my bedroom door and put some food down for him)
Let the Mia cat into the house. Opened the blinds and switched the kitchen light on so that the neighbours don't think the 'rents are filthy degenerates for sleeping after 05.45
Back to my room to share lock-in.
Woke up again when the 'rents got up, switched the radio on, read a bit and drifted again.
Diz puked.
I was sleepy.
I cleaned up.
Happened again. Ditto.
Yes, I am worried.
I am now able to understand that I drifted back into awake when the interview started. All I remember was a man talking about changing his life and how he was writing or involved in opera. "Alex James [Blur]" said my sleepy mind. I waded in and out of the shallows of the interview and heard nothing to contradict my assumption.
Drugs, public adoration, leaving that behind, making up with the band, new life...
I couldn't remember Alex James being all that outspoken but I wasn't obsessive about Blur, I just liked them.
Sleep, Diz, wipe up, sleep, Dizzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
No.
It was Boy George.
Danny Baker called him by name (George O'Dowd) towards the end of the interview and it was like an electrical current passing through me. WHAT? Of course I hadn't been listening to it. And I'd have sleepily enjoyed an interview with either man. But it was just a jolt to the system to realise I'd drowsed through so many key points. No wonder he never talked about pig-farming.
If I'd been drinking I would call it partial blackout.
Sleep is a powerful drug.
Never introduce me as a witness in a trial.
Good job I'm only in charge of a cat. Even a sicky one.
ETA OMG - this would have been the whole post had I known it at the beginning. In the interview Boy George said he went for lunch at the Pelton Arms in Greenwich the other week. I worked there! Dani drank there! I don't mean it in a celebrity connection way, only in a bizarre coincidence way. Shows how knacked I was. Someone on the radio says the name of a previous workplace and somewhere I actually lived and it didn't even stir me out of torpor.
I have finished my homework. But I needed to be in bed 1 minute ago in order to be ready for tomorrow. how do these kids do it?
Diz is still sicking up beebles, but keeping down other food.
From tomorrow morning feeding him cooked chicken as an experiment. Sainsbury's Basics chicken that is.
He'll love that; the only issue will be how quick he scarfs it down - if he throws it up, will it be because of a stomach problem or because he's bolted it?
Anyway, trying chicken because that's what the vet suggested for Mia.
She's not sick in the same way as Diz (that would set off massive alarm bells) but is slow, lethargic, uninterested in food. Vet thinks it might be liver failure, but she is 17 and Diz is 6. And she's not barfing.
He threw up on the windowsill today. Nice.
Well, not too bad, it's the first time out of my room and the first time I've had anyone else clean it up. Mum told me to take him out into the garden and she would deal with it. Okay! It doesn't gross me out as it just looks like beeble soup, but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Oh, Mia's checkup, so the vet could say he wasn't sure, was £71.
She#s had antibiotics, a stick up her bum and a course of tablets. She goes back on Thursday for blood tests (no doubt another £70+)
So some bland chicken breakfasts for Diz are cheap by comparison.
I will strangulate him if it turns out to be the food though. We're halfway through a 4kg bag, with another to go.
Which reminds me - had a very grummpy old giffer deliver my latest zooplus order.
"What have you got in here? Weighs a ton!" he gasped as he dragged the box down the path.
"Oh that's my new anvil" I quipped.
He wasn't amused.
Perhaps because Mum appeared and told him off for knocking on the glass door instead of ringing the bell. Everyone makes that mistake because it's covered with tape. This embarasses Mum, so she takes it out on aging delivery men who have just dragged 30 litres of cat litter down the path :facepalm:
ctrl + scroll is my friend. Now if only I could make it work on my text book......
The Deli counter worker and I have differing views of thin-sliced. Shoulda checked..... but she made such a point of asking.....
thin sliced vs shaved?
There are important distinctions here. ;)
this stuff is like half an inch thick.....
I don't really know if I'm happy or sad about this, but I'm still losing weight. At the rate I'm going, with the additional 10kg or so that I'll lose when I give birth, I'll be at my goal weight (or within about 5 - 10kg) by the time the baby is born.
I am concerned the baby might not be getting all the nutrition it needs, but it seems to be moving about and being quite comfortable, so the doc says not to worry too much.
The problem is, I haven't lost weight from healthy eating and exercise. I'm losing it simply because I'm lucky if I can keep one meal down each day. Lunch is about the only meal that stays down. If I have anything besides liquid and maybe a small piece of fruit in the morning I throw up. If I eat dinner, no matter what it is, I throw up about 80% of the time.
I think after writing this, it should have been the sad thread.
I am concerned the baby might not be getting all the nutrition it needs, but it seems to be moving about and being quite comfortable, so the doc says not to worry too much
Doc is right. Whatever you believe, your body is catholic -baby over mother! :lol: ;) In the main, you will suffer malnutrition befor the baby does.
Carrot had a really busy day today. Off to Hebbers to walk with Merlot and Lucky. Splahing in the river etc. Then playing at the Js' house.
Got back at 9:30. He went into a deep sleep and started waking up around 10:30.
Tried to get him to go for a wee....wont. Goes outside and just sits down. Wont go on the pad either. Been trying to get him to on and off, thinking it's not good to lock him in for the night when his last wee was before 9pm.
Cept now we're at 1am. He still hasnt. I am now going to bed late and he'll be wanting out of the crate at silly o'clock in the morning.
Wtf didnt I just shut up shop at 10 o'clock and grab the early night whilst it was on offer?
Doc is right. Whatever you believe, your body is catholic -baby over mother! :lol: ;) In the main, you will suffer malnutrition befor the baby does.
yes. Parasite is the word that comes to mind. :(
yes. Parasite is the word that comes to mind. :(
umm. you spoken to a trick cyclist/couselor recently? mebbe y'awt. Is it another boy?
Don't know yet. I'll have a scan in another couple of weeks and might know then. I'm sort of hoping it's another boy, but I have a feeling it's not. :(
Even if it is, it'll probably be gay being the youngest of a bunch of male siblings and all.
"I'm pretty much convinced my son is going to be gay. Now I'm just praying he's a top."
-- Adam Carolla
Diz made a stinky shit.
I made a cake.
They were both brown.
That is all.
Late Saturday night I was playing a computer game, tv off, very little light. I hear a very loud and distinctive "meow." I check the game to see if there are any cats running around in it. No. So I went to the hallway and saw that the window was open and there was indeed a cat on my back porch, meowing very loudly.
My first thought when I heard it was "omg that sounds like Gaines." Then I got ahold of my brain and thought maybe it was Gaines' old fighting buddy (The Cat Fight Club) looking for a quick brawl.
I thought about opening the door to see the cat but my security light is out and I couldn't be totally sure that there weren't thugs out there making cat noises so I'd come out and they could kill me. You can't be too careful, living alone. ;)
Iñfini - it's a sign.
Now go get a kitty.
I love that wiggly line over the 'n'
Maybe later this year, on the kitteh. I miss having them around but I don't miss having them around, if that makes sense. I will get another one and believe me it's been difficult not to (I can't go anywhere near the animal shelter site!) but I'm just not ready.
Some poor baby will need me though and I'll know when it's right!
You're ready when you're ready, babe.
No idea where to put this, so I'll be a post whore.
I had always thought that Redwood trees were very special because they would only grow in a very narrow strip along the West Coast where the temperature and humidity are just right. And if you go a mile or two further inland, you won't see them growing.
Imagine my surprise when I was in England and saw an Avenue in Ascot lined with these majestic trees.
I suppose the weather in England is cool and wet like the West Coast. Perfect for planting redwoods. Based on my web sleuthing, these were planted in the 1860s or so. And named Wellingtonia Redwoods after the Duke of Wellington who introduced them from America. But they are known as Sequoias over here.
And there you have me too, not knowing that Sequoias could possibly grow in England.
I do love the insight tourists bring to things I can otherwise see and not notice.
Oh!!! Sequoias = Redwoods? Did not know that.
Sequoias are a type of redwood. There are also Coast Redwoods. And another kind that grows in China. My internet sleuthing found that Wellington introduced the Sequoia to England. They are all 150 years old or younger, so they are not quite as huge as the ones in California. But I expect they will be. The British don't chop down trees willy nilly like we do. I saw some oak trees in Windsor older than the US.
The British don't chop down trees willy nilly like we do. I saw some oak trees in Windsor older than the US.
Sigh. Sadly not true.
The old/ named/ significant ones get preservation orders slapped on them.
There is a fight in Aylesbury at present to save a row of Horse Chestnuts which will effectively be ignored by the Council. A guess, but the last attempt to save them was over-ruled.
Bill Bryson says it's because we have such a surfeit of history we've become blase about living monuments. Or indeed any monuments.
Aylesbury Town Centre is a perfect case in point. The wholescale descruction of the perfect delineation of a hilltown from the Saxon period was necessary for progress. Wiping out centuries of information, moving brutally forwards.
Ending up, then as now, with a homogeneous High Street/ Shopping Centre culture. Except now it is failing. Nearby market towns were small enough to maintain their culture. To keep the individuality that drew people. To be too small for McDonalds or Tesco but have shops that sold local duck eggs.
Depends very much on a number of factors, including character of the planning authority and balance of benefits on individual applications.
We've knocked back a lot of applications for felling of trees under a TPO and you'd be surprised at some of the ordinary trees that have such orders oin them. And that doesn;t include the ones covered by a woodland order which works on boundaries rather than specific trees.
If an application for something major, which could help with housing shortage or bring employment to the area, is likely to be made non-viable by TPOs then that sometimes swings it, but there have to be genuinely exceptional circcumstances.
There is a least one sequoia in Canberra, deliberately planted on the grounds of the Australian National University. About 20 metres from a library building. This is a tree which approaches 100 metres tall. :facepalm:
Some people are a bit dopey.
The British don't chop down trees willy nilly like we do. I saw some oak trees in Windsor older than the US.
Sigh. Sadly not true..
Well I guess it depends on your interpretation of "willy-nilly" but glatt is right. Brits are no way near as ax(e) happy as Americans. It may feel bad there, but come over here and you'll soon revise your opinions. But then it's really easy to grow trees here.....
I've had a number of people come to me wanting help getting the right to fell trees in their gardens and so on. One in particular I remember very clearly, involved an elderly couple in a bungalow with a sycamore that was massive and dropping slippyshit al over their path. They were talking about possibly selling up[ and moving if the tree wasn't removed.
They were refused the right to fell the tree. It was there before thgeir bungalow. It was subject to a TPO (tree preservation order). They appealed the decision of the planning committee and lost the appeal.
At the same time I know of several large scale developments who've had to go back to the drawing board and come up with new designs in order to work around the clumps of trees on their site that are protected.
I also know of occasions when permission has been given to fell trees. In one instance the positioning of trees on the site made any serious use of the site very difficult. With the trees left as they were only 10 houses could have been built on the site. Without the trees there could be up to 15 dwellings. The applicant made a good case for the development not being viable with fewer than 15 dwellings, particularly as the houses in quesytion were so-called 'affordable housing' which we as a borough are desperately short of.
They were allowed to chop down some of the trees, on the understandimng they would plant new trees in other, less awkward parts of the site.
I also know of one in which a family with a severely disabled adult daughter wanted to fell a protected tree in order to build a separate little bungalow in their garden for their girl. We gave permission for that one, though it was a close call.
There are great variations across Australia.
In the southern states, clearing land which wasn't already cleared usually requires a (hard to get) permit and/or gets you in trouble. Unless you're felling old growth forests for woodchips for pulp for paper, and replanting with native but non-local monocultures, then it's OK. Most cities have rules protecting significant trees, and a tree has to be obviously dangerous to human life to get chopped.
The further north you go, the easier trees grow, and the less protection they have.
In northern New South Wales, where the hippies gather (remember that IotD about the woman who was besieged by a pig because she was too much of a hippie to deal with it? That area) there is STRONG protection. I recall a newspaper report of a developer who cut down 20 trees without permission. He was fined $50,000, and ordered to replant 20 trees of the same species in the same locations and put up a $1,000 bond per tree to guarantee the care and survival or replacement of those trees for 20 years.
Once you cross the border and move north in Queensland, property development is pretty much done by getting Saruman to send in the half-orcs for a recreational rampage.
Once you cross the border and move north in Queensland, property development is pretty much done by getting Saruman to send in the half-orcs for a recreational rampage.
That'll teach me to drink coffee whilst reading the Cellar.
That's in the urban areas Zen. In rural areas, farmers are encouraged to replant in return for carbon credit, which has been going on for years now. I'm not sure if that's in place in other states, but I suspect most states have similar programs.
I am sick of the clear felling in new estates, but since they put the houses so close together, it really doesn't leave much room for large growth trees anyway.
I've noticed plenty of clear felling in urban areas around Melb and Sydney too though. I don't think the problem is isolated to Qld.
'S funny I never used to notice before, but do now, often in supermarkets or large industrial estates there will be odd trees that have been left in place and built around. You'll have a carpark all perfect and smooth except for a round patch where a big old tree stands.
I should add that my information about Queensland is around a decade old.
OK. You have rented a car in England. You know enough to drive on the left, so you are in the proper lane. You come to this exact scene. What do you do?
(Hint: I did the wrong thing. Extra bonus points if you guess what I did.)
I'm sensing this is a trick question, as that's looks obvious. But then that might be because I am an British driver.
So as not to spoil it for anyone else wanting to answer:
[COLOR="White"]Pull up to the Give Way sign and wait for a gap in the traffic before turning left.[/COLOR]
Yeah. The guy behind me thought it was obvious too. He waited for about ten seconds of me stopping at the red light with no cars coming before he honked at me.
I knew I couldn't go straight, because I saw the bit about buses and taxis only, but I thought the red light applied to me as I was turning left. And I understood that England doesn't have left turn on red, so I had to wait for the light to change before I could turn, even though no cars were coming.
That was my worst mistake in two days of driving. I'd say I did pretty well. (Of course I may still get a speed ticket in the mail. So many speed cameras on the M25.)
Picture was taken just in front of our hotel in Canterbury.
I thought maybe you tried to park between the plants.:headshake
The price of chewing gum fell over night, and green trees have been happier than egg-laying geese.
The mistake is that some fool put a freakin castle in the middle of the road. I'm sure that wasn't you glatt.
Yeah, I would have picked turn left if the road was clear, mainly because we have a similar system here, except in Victoria, but they're just plain weird down there.
Park the car in the middle of the road and take a picture?
Did you try to drive through the castle gate?
I'm fascinated by every word you say, I cling to your words like so many lifesavers at sea. The topics...how do you come up with such amazing stuff? You can't be human, you have to be superhuman to possess such vast and varied knowledge. You're the most interesting person I've ever seen. Your quick wit and razor sharp intelligence make me ashamed to be me. How is it that those who surround you aren't killing themselves to avoid feeling so inadequate? I think you should turn that megawatt personality down to 'low' because you make the rest of us look bad. My GAWD that such a person exists on this earth, and that I KNOW YOU.
No, not you.
IM - please share more ...
Cheers, Infi. I knew I was getting through somewhere :)
I am fed up with this bloody cough.
Chest Xray came back clear (HURRAY!) and have finished the course of steroids. But apart from a decrease in the amount of phlegm I am coughing up, I am still hacking away like a hag far too often for my (or anyone else's) liking.
My throat hurts.
My eyes feel bugged out.
I am exhausted.
And tonight I am cold, which is the ultimate indignity for me.
The Doc is calling me back on Friday morning.
Given that he won't be able to listen to my lungs or check the oxygen level in my blood over the phone I expect another appointment later in the day.
I would sigh.
But it would make me cough.
Sundae, you've had this for what, a week or more? Yuck! :(
A not so big wig (except in her own mind) here has 'viral pneumonia' or so she says. What's that, pneumonia with a really popular youtube video? Of course, no ordinary cold or flu for her, she's too important. But GAWD bless her widdle heart she's a twooper and is here today. Her indispensibility serves us all. I say this as my throat starts to hurt and my head starts to ache and my body goes hot/cold/hot/cold. Selfish beeatch. Maybe she was afraid someone else would lodge themselves up her boss's ass and there wouldn't be room for her anymore.
I'm sorry, did I type that out loud?
thanks, I needed that.
I used a grand total of 7 sick days for my last employer, in the 18 years I was there.
All of them when my son had his accident.
Sick or not you WERE expected to be there.
Needed a reason to not hate where I am - even if for only a moment.
Wow! I'm all about using my sick time, sometimes just for a 'mental health' day. Of course, this is a different environment.
Yes, classic, remember those feelings about that job and it might give you some relief for where you are now. And something is going to come along really soon.
Sundae, you've had this for what, a week or more? Yuck! :(
A month now.
Sundae, last year a cough went around down here which got called the 50 day cough, but was a variety of whooping cough. You might have that, which might not be good to take to school.
Infikey, I hate people who bring germs to work like that. I wonder, can anyone sue someone for exposing them to contagions like that?
And what was the name of that fish that hides up sea cucumber's arses?
Jolene.
Not really, but it starts with Jo...
My daughter so fucking rocks at water polo it's untrue! I can't believe how good she is. She's playing in a varsity tournament this weekend (tonight she played her 6th and 7th games ever) and people I don't know are congratulating me on her great playing. Yeah, I spilled out of the proud parent thread. This is the Post Ho thread, I can be as obnoxious and nauseating as I want. :p: Now I think I know why the swim coach was so pissy about her playing WP -she lost her first good breaststroker to WP (My girl is her 5th good breaststroker). The first one is now a senior, headed to college to play polo (not swim) and my daugher is clearly being groomed to replace her on the WP team.
I went into school on Friday morning only to be sent home.
Basically I couldn't speak or move without coughing, so I was pretty much worthless. My voice disappeared somewhere between Thursday evening and Friday morning too.
So I sat around on Friday waiting for the Doctor to call.
She did at 11.20 and asked me to come in (surprise!) at 15.00.
Felt like a wasted day as when I was sitting stock still in silence and watching daytime TV I was only having coughing spasms every 15 minutes instead of constantly.
So, different Doctor, different approach.
She also checked my blood oxygen level - still low.
Checked me with her stethoscope - again, yup, there is something wrong there.
Checked that I'd had my chest xrayed, yes and it was clear.
Again asked me more than once if I was, ever had been or would ever consider being asthmatic. No, same as last time.
I did have a temperature this time, but then it was a warmer room :)
She also checked my throat, but apparently it's fine.
So I am a medical conundrum!
She put me on penicillin rather than steroids and gave me an inhaler.
And cheerily suggested that if I got worse over the weekend I should take myself to hospital.
Right here, right now, having taken 4 tablets I am feeling a little better. Last night was hellish.
And I've yet to have any sympathy at home. No, scratch that - Mum offered to make me scrambled egg for lunch. Didn't help me clean up Diz's cat sick though, despite the fact that the bending and movement involved made me convulse so hard I was seeing stars. Hasn't asked me how I am or how I feel. Too busy being pissed off at the bloody racket I am making.
Fingers crossed the seven day dose of anti-biotics will knock this damned thing on the head.
Oh and no-one, not the aged 'rents or the vulnerable childer, have anything like this. So whatever I am infected with, I'm not passing it around.
It's never....waitaminute..no...maybe it is always Lupus after all.
OMG - you had me worried there.
I actually looked up the symptoms.
Although there are many possible manifestations of lupus, those listed below are some of the more common. Lupus is a disease which can present many different facets, rarely do two people have exactly the same symptoms, and these can vary from just one to many.
- Extreme fatigue and weakness
- Rashes from sunlight/UV light
- Parental indifference
- Weight gain
- Increased sensitivity to cat sick
- Seizures, mental illness or other cerebral problems
- Poor grasp of finances
- Hair loss
- Paroxysms of hacking coughs that leave you suspiciously damp in the crotch
- Headaches, migraine
- More coughing
- Having to spit in the sink like an old giffer
A person with lupus may have four or five symptoms, where some of these might recede and/or others develop.
Then I realised it was a joke about House.
Why, yes, I am. How did you guess?
One of my friends has lupus. Those symptoms are pretty much right for her condition although so far no seizures.
It's a pretty sucky disorder.
She's actually the one with the alcoholic daughter that I mentioned somewhere around here.
Said daughter has been in a detox clinic for two days now. At the end of the week, when she's finished detoxing (hopefully) she'll be going into a rehab program for the next 10 months.
This is all very good if she will stick at it.
Skyline Women's polo: CHAMPIONS. of the Saline MI Varsity invitational. Wondering how many Milfords there are in Ohio, though. Because they came to the tourney and it seems an awful long way to come from near Cinci, which is what mapquest suggests.... There were the three Ann Arbor teams, two from neighboring cities (one being the host), three from Detroit suburbs, one weaker team from the west coast of MI (understanderble -the polo is ferocious there, they'd get eaten alive in local tournaments).
Just found the official MI High School Girls website. Skyline are ranked 3rd in the state, after two of the ferocious west coast teams. Rightly so :).
Yes, I have paperwork i should be doing.
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Sorry, the lupus post was meant as a joke.
I did copy some of the real symptoms over, but I interspersed them with some of mine.
I always knew it was a House ref.
I couldn't find a thread about a 'movie I saw and a tv show I just discovered.'
Went to theatre to see A Cabin in the Woods. Not as scary as id hoped. More monster movie than scary but rather clever. It was worth seeing in the theatre.
I watched The Others here at home last night, which fulfills my desire for creepy surprises and eeriness better.
Now, has anyone ever watched Raising Hope? I watched some eps on free on demand today and omg what a funny show! And that girl from garfunkel and oates is on it. Great double ep with Nancy Grace basically lampooning herself, in a show about the serial killer mother of Hope. Quirky.
Never watched it, though always intended to. Can't recall what drew me to it when it was first being talked about...probably one of the lesser roles is an actor I like ;p
Saw a different Doctor today.
He put me back on steroids but on a higher dose.
And I have a different inhaler (a powder one I think he said?) which I have to use twice a day. You click the base round and breathe it in.
I still have a respiratory infection and an appointment to go back on Friday when the current antibiotic course finishes, to see if I need another course.
It's cost a fortune in prescription fees, but that's a relative fortune. £7.65 (per item) is nothing compared to the cost of the medicine I guess. And Mum bought today's for me.
Told school I am unlikely to be in this week, because it's easier for them not to wonder day in and day out but adjust their planning accordingly. I will be able to get a certificate from the Doctor no problem as I've been treated for two weeks already, so I'm in the system.
Oh and when this has all cleared up, the Doctor I saw today wants to run me through a series of tests to see if I have asthma. He is the third one I have surprised with my asthma denial. And he thinks it might be why I have a new habit of having a terrible cough after a minor cold. Progress I suppose.
Lupus still not on the table though.
Sundae, if you're expecting a few of these prescriptions,. might be worth getting a 3 month prepay certificate. They cost about £28 I think. Unlimited use during the cover period. Can do it online and set the date you want it to start.
[eta] Here's a link:
https://apps.nhsbsa.nhs.uk/ppcwebsales/
Don't actually need your NHS number btw to apply, it's just an optional. Costs £29.50 for 3 months.
I know.
In hindsight I really should have done. But I did not expect five prescriptions in two weeks when I first went. No-one expects etc etc
Fingers crossed this will be the end of the medicines.
The steroids were a big help last time, and the antibiotics have at least cut down on the mucus.
Sundae, if you're expecting a few of these prescriptions,. might be worth getting a 3 month prepay certificate. They cost about £28 I think. Unlimited use during the cover period. Can do it online and set the date you want it to start.
[eta] Here's a link:
https://apps.nhsbsa.nhs.uk/ppcwebsales/
Don't actually need your NHS number btw to apply, it's just an optional. Costs £29.50 for 3 months.
England is awesome.
I know.
In hindsight I really should have done. But I did not expect five prescriptions in two weeks when I first went. No-one expects etc etc
Fingers crossed this will be the end of the medicines.
The steroids were a big help last time, and the antibiotics have at least cut down on the mucus.
yeah I get caught out like that a lot. My other brilliant trick is to fork out for a prepay certificate (I get the yearly one now) and then forget to put in a request for routine stuff (48 hours ahead of need) and end up buying the over the counter version for immediacy, despite having already effectively paid for the damn stuff through the certificate :p
England is awesome.
ha! Yes. But it still feels wrong to me that there are prescription charges at all. 'Free at the point of need' should mean exactly that.
Or at the very least make it a charge per prescription rather than per item, like it used to be.
But...that said, the prepay option does take a lot of the weight off people who have regular meds and effectively serves as a prescription charge not tagged to items.
Mrs G is on yearly prepay.
She gave me a spare salbutamol inhaler in anticipation of me being prescribed one.
I was and so I crossed it off the prescription. £7.65 I didn't have to pay, ker-ching.
I've lobbied for this before and I'll do it again: Sundae needs
A freaking narcotic cough suppressant and no not just b/c
I think she'd enjoy it. ;)
Sundae and Big Sarge need to spend a month on a tropical island together.
I got tipsy waiting for my internet to get installed (I was bored). Now its installed and I need to go to the store but can't because I'm too responsible to drink and drive :(.
FWP.
OK, now I know where Water Polo gets its reputation for roughness. If you can't play the game, brawl. Walled Lake 5, Skyline 13 and a quick exit. :lol:
Kind of cranky... yesterday walking into the barn past the tractor my boot caught on the wire panel sending me falling onto the loader bucket that has several tines. My leg now has a fabulous V with 29 stitches decorating it. Thankfully the tine missed the bone the tendons muscles and nerves. It never hurt so no drugs 'cept tetanus and amoxi.
I have to be on a plane Friday, going to Dallas to judge a dog show. Going to have to wear dress pants. Maybe I can tell them I cut myself shaving ...;)
shaving with a loader bucket... Wow, I guess Ibram isn't the only one who has a *lot* to learn about shaving. Wow, I hope your recovery is swift and uneventful.
29 stitches? Damn! Take care of yourself. 'Cause, ouch.
Thanks {you like me, you really like me [/Sally Field]} :)
Now you know why I am posting all over the board I am not allowed to walk [much] on my leg til tomorrow... Pictures soon...
I was worried you may have kicked the bucket, but it seems you had the tine of your life.
Shit, Nirv!
And way to go in the modesty stakes burying it here in the Post Whore thread.
If I'd needed 29 stitches I would hve started a whole thread of my own about it.
Look after yourself.
Damn right. Fuck me sideways, Nirv, that's amazing. Hope you heal quick lass *smiles*
Hey Nirvana... um... [size=1]can we have pictures?[/size]
You know, for science. And, uh, it's easy to send healing vibes when we know exactly what we're healing, yeah?
My younger brother has a V scar on his arm from going through plate glass when he was very little. (Never forget it, it was so horrible...big bro and I cried and cried and tried to clean up the blood.) They had to sew part of his muscle back together. Said he'd never play baseball. Ended up being 1st Team All State Pitcher.
So you see, 'vana, you can still be in the big leagues, you can still go to 'the show.' ;)
CF your wish is my command. I think it looks pretty good so far. The V is pointing to my left and down toward my ankle. Today in the high winds a cherry tree fell within 25 feet of me and my hub. WTF?
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I am leaving for Dallas TX at 3 am so I won't see any posts til I return Monday or Tues. Enjoy ;)
Yikes!!!!!!
What kind of pain pills? (It's my sworn duty to ask!)
Strong ones, I hope.
Tell everyone one of your chihuahuas did it. :)
You poor thing! Ouchy ouchy ouch!
I think it's sweet to see a cellar crush developing.
And such passion and commitment, too.
Why else would Nirvana get herself a scar in the shape of a Big V?
Ouch, Nirvana, that sucks. It's a doozie.
At least God is trying to make it up to you by throwing cherry wood to you! ;)
Servant Leadership: don't worry, it's just lip service.
Why hire an overachieving yet know-nothing megalomaniac to degrade and micromanage some who've been doing a job for over 15 years? I dunno. Not my supervisor, thank FSM, but my peers are miserable. I think I'm working in a morgue. :(
Back from the Doctor.
Still have a chest infection. We're now "trying" erythromycin for the next 28 days.
I have an atypyical infection (of course!) so an atypical approach is needed.
Interested to note that it is used in cases of pneumonia and Legionnaires Disease.
Not that I'm claiming to have either of course, just that my infection has serious companions.
Nirv that is horrid indeed.
Good on you for posting.
It looks like it will be a great scar.
Wow, Nirvana. That is really freaking big. You are a tough lady!
Kind of cranky... yesterday walking into the barn past the tractor my boot caught on the wire panel sending me falling onto the loader bucket that has several tines. My leg now has a fabulous V with 29 stitches decorating it. Thankfully the tine missed the bone the tendons muscles and nerves. It never hurt so no drugs 'cept tetanus and amoxi.
I have to be on a plane Friday, going to Dallas to judge a dog show. Going to have to wear dress pants. Maybe I can tell them I cut myself shaving ...;)
you heard it *here* first.
I think it's sweet to see a cellar crush developing.
And such passion and commitment, too.
Why else would Nirvana get herself a scar in the shape of a Big V?
I know, right?
:flattered:
Today: rainy and sorta raw like a radish.
Tasks: stay in pajamas. Watch re-runs. Eat inappropriate foods-stuffs like Cheetos ... McDonalds... pasta things...
Later: A nap!
And Maroon 5 videos of "Moves Like Jagger" etc.
Me too bri! At awful waffle, then to grocery, then to library, then home to read, watch movies, and nap. :)
Looooooove yhe awful waffle!
It was so good and the people who work there are always wonderful! Now I'm going to read Emma Donoghue's new book, Slammerkin. :)
beest: 3 water polo games 8am-5pm, same place. lots of hanging around
monster: 3 hockey games 10am-7pm, different rinks lots of driving.
Home an hour, feeling starting to return to feet. It was COLD.
monster texted beest after first polo game shoulda finished: Score? Beest texted (eventually): Lots. :lol:
Carrot did a Big Dog bark today. He's practiced his Big Dog bark before, and there are various times he barks at me (such as when on the loo....go figure), but this was the first time he's done a proper Big Dog bark, to alert me to something on our turf.
Something had blown past the door (it's hella windy) and caught on the way past making a clattering noise.
Wro-wroo, barked Carrot as he ran purposefully towards the door.
I know...I'm a puppeh-bore...but it really gave me a catch in my throat.
Yeah, I hate when trolls 'distrupt' me and 'destory' me. I mean, ouch!
And what does this mean:
...based on the established fact that trolls don't hang around in newsgroups where they don't get many people to respond to them. Trolls have always been part of newsgroups.
*snicker*
I have no idea, i just like the picture. Reminds me of someone.
Who, moi?
I thought it was a Where the Wild Things Are character from the book.
No, not you. It isn't all about you, you know. besides, there's a coyote in the background, so it can't possibly be Ohio.
:lol:
When did it become not all about me, anyhoo? :p:
When you started rolling in the hay with JBK
I only roll in the virtual hay with that guy with the big sword. :lol2:
That's not what it says in the men's bathroom
Well duh, who do you think wrote that? I just keep forgetting to run in there and edit it.
Imma stalk merc tonight. Shadow his every move, counter his every punch...
parry his every thrust.
Holy Crap! I was reading some political stuff on the netski ...
After reading one particular article realized I dated the writer in HS.
Started coughing again last night.
Not seriously, but it's a step back.
Finished the steroids yesterday morning...
Going back to school tomorrow, soddit.
I can take time off for an appointment if I have to.
Sick & tired of being at home and feeling useless.
Dad's 72nd birthday today.
Mum bitching because we were going to go down the Dairy Maid for lunch.
Then Laura suggested Wetherspoons in town as Tuesday is Steak Club. Dad loves a steak but Mum hates cooking it, so she thought it would be perfect.
Except Dad has a cold (Mum is trying to keep up, but I can tell she's over-stating her ailment) and isn't sure he can handle a steak. He fancies an omelette.
Main cause of row?
I came in with the Steak Club menu and Dad said he might be able to manage one after all.
Mum sees this as Dad changing his mind so as not to disappoint me - straight to RED ALERT on temper front. The time she threatened to smash him in the face was when we both told him different things and he went along with what I said.
I've been back-pedalling madly and found a pub in town that does 2 for 1 main meals AND serves omelettes. I don't care where we go.
Mum is now saying there is no point in going out anywhere.
Sheesh. His bloody birthday.
Row blew over as you can see in Aylesbury thread.
Not in school after all.
Went for check up and written off for another week.
But there is progress. Temperature gone, oxygen level improved, peak flow good and sound of infection almost gone.
Acute bronchitis is the final diagnosis, which means they've been right to treat the symptoms all the way along as it's a viral infection and simply has to run its course. I'm just grateful to have news that I am getting better and to walk out of there without another prescription.
Everyone on FB is talking about the supermoon! Go outside and look at the supermoon. It will be the biggest moon of the year! It's at it's closest point in its orbit around the Earth, and is thousands of miles closer than usual.
All this is true. But you will be disappointed if you go look. It will look just like the regular full moon. It is like 1% bigger than normal, but you won't notice a difference. If you were able to compare a regular moon to a supermoon side by side, you would see a slight difference. But all alone in the sky up there, it will look like the same old moon.
Here's a comparison of a regular moon with a super moon.
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I'm all in favor of getting people excited about astronomy and going outside to look up. But false advertising annoys me. There's nothing "super" about this moon. Rant over.
You're really super, super moon.
Thank goodnes Hebe does not suffer hebetude and Hector does not hector.
How bout Thor?
(you're thor? I couldn't pith for a week!)
Thor will becaome an eponym when he's good and ready. And you can bet it'll be an international meme/scandal.
I made a joke referencing that old movie The Walls Have Eyes. While looking that up, I found this movie:
Termite: The Walls Have Eyes (nothing to do with the former.) This movie looks totally and completely awesome and riveting and scary. Want!
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2008647/Holy awesome movies batmonkey!
That looks a must see. Am off to find now.
Oh, let me know. I have no idea how I will get my hands on it. I'm sure it isn't carried in any movie store or department store around here.
Gods damnit! Nope. Can't find it anywhere except on sign up and let them fill your computer with shit sites.
Ahhh, Dana...found it on Amazon as a pre-order. It won't be released until June 5.
I'm getting it. What a great one for the collection!
Fuckin 'A' !
That's totally cool. Can't wait for that to come out.
That supermoon was mighty fine for me, as I was in a forest in Victoria around a big bonfire with 30 or 40 freaky people playing drums and instrumental jams and getting wild and funky.
Darn that was fun.
Just saw daughter on TV playing polo
(we were channel flicking)
Polo with horses?!
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You know your eczema's bad when you realise you're scratching it on the steering wheel as you drive :(
I asked God why he doesn't go ahead and kill me. Why's he keeping me around? I serve no purpose and am just a burdern. I don't see any sets of footprint in the sand except I see the outline where I fell and I see sprinting footsteps getting as far away from me as quickly as possible. So why bother, God. Do you actually have a plan or are you waiting for me to have a psychotic break?
Anonymous - can you or do you feel you can be more specific
with whst is going on with you? Sometimes narrowing down the
problem helps from feeling so overwhelmed
I think my family hates me, or is disgusted by me, or maybe just barely putting up with me.
My younger sibling in general. I don't think theylike me much anymore.
I keep getting hints and jabs about the things that are wrong with me, something I am pretty good at doing to myself. No one is ever proud of me, no matter how I try, and I am living in the shadows of greatness. How could I expect anything else? I can't possibly understand the dynamics of a life lived well, of the normal.
I am disappearing as I age. I'm disappearing and I have no meaning. I have little to offer. I am being punished for all the things Ive done wrong in my life and it's never been more clear. So God, what is the point? I'm not going to do anything but you could see clear to put me out of my own and everyone else's misery, couldn't you? Since there doesn't seem to be a place for me, anywhere.
There is a place for you here. We love you, and we would miss you, and you don't make us miserable. I guarantee it.
Sibling feelings come and go with time life experience and maturity
. Not to sound too Pollyanna about it nut every life_ has
meaning.' It heelpS
It helps me if I remember this: thru love ALL pain
will become medicine. Not "some" pain but ALL pain.
Your pain will become medicine.
Meh, I disagree Bri.
Sometimes pain is just pain. Sometimes life is shitty.
But if all you have are feelings Anon, then don't hoard them and hold them as inviolate.
The brain and the heart and even the stomach (as the powerhouse of emotions) can play tricks. This too will pass.
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I'm so jaded. What about the other people in the theatre? I mean sure, they can watch the fake preview and clap when she says yes... but then they have to sit there while her whole family hugs her? When do they get to see the movie they paid for? Buncha attention whores. [/grumpy old lady]
Jeez. That kind of proposal is pretty much my worst nightmare.
For people crazy enough to like that sort of thing, if you're going to do it, then that's an impressive way... I suppose... I wouldn't really know, not being crazy.
I got the impression that the two of them were both on the same page. I think if you know your partner well enough, have kind of more or less planned to marry at some point (which it sounded like they had) it can be lovely.
It's when some dipstick tries the big public gesture with a girl who isn't on the same page that things get nasty.
And since this is the post whore thread I'm sticking this in as a separate post!
I have become ever so slightly addicted to a show called Man-v-Food, which has been running on Dave channel lately.
I'd seen it in the listings a few times and thought it sounded dreadful. Then one day with fuck all better to do I flicked over in, I admit, a rather sneery frame of mind....only turns out it's really entertaining.
My bro got me into it.
I've just watched some back to back eps right now!
I am conflicted about it.
I love it, but today he did a 50 wings challenge.
25 chickens (at least).
There is something disgusting about that.
I enjoyed the programme, but just feel a bit wrong about enjoying it.
Still, I'd make Adam's eyes water given half a chance. Yummy.
That's pretty much where I am at with it. On the one hand it's entertaining and he is an excellent host. But it sometimes turns my stomach to see the sheer quantity of food!
I had a small part in a skit yesterday. My brother's association (exec dir) participated in an earth awareness event at a local reserve. Through the week they had more than 2500 kids come. Great event. I had a lot of fun doing it.
Today my great-niece will be the honored guest at my 'rents Sunday dinner. She's 9 mo and starting to talk. Last I heard she had memorized the gettysburg address. ;)
I had a small part in a skit yesterday. My brother's association (exec dir) participated in an earth awareness event at a local reserve. Through the week they had more than 2500 kids come. Great event. I had a lot of fun doing it.
Today my great-niece will be the honored guest at my 'rents Sunday dinner. She's 9 mo and starting to talk. Last I heard she had memorized the gettysburg address. ;)
Very nice infi!
Sping's in the air
Kids want less hair
now I'm itchy
everywhere
I stink. I should shower.
I keep getting a bubble of air behind my rearmost upper tooth, on the right. I can feel it there all the time and it makes a weird noise when I talk. It's most annoying.
Pretty sure I haven't randomly lost a tooth recently...
Maybe my face is making space for wisdom teeth?
Mav has stitches in his chin.
The girls are going to love it! (he's hoping)
Pain fades, wounds heal, chicks dig scars. Go Mav!
I'm going to have1 beer. Light.
I never even heard of the museum in NYC. So I looked it up in Google Earth. It's just a pier, with barges floating next to it. They have the Concorde exposed to the elements on a barge just a few hundred feet from where ferries go chugging past every ten minutes. It's not like there have been any accidents on the Hudson where errant ferries have smashed into piers. Oh, wait...
They better build a nice building for the shuttle they get, and pull it up onto dry land. At least getting the thing to the museum on a barge should be pretty easy.
I don't know how I missed this. Must not have been reported very much, or maybe I haven't been paying attention, but they slammed the shuttle Enterprise into a bridge abutment when they were moving it to NYC the other day.
Damaged one of the wings. WTF?
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OK - I got this damn thing at work and I can't figure out how to adjust the settings for the four side buttons. I'd like the smaller one on the right to be "Open in new tab" which would be the equivalent of pressing down on the wheel of my other mouse.
I also need to know how to scroll through a page without having to go to the damn elevator bar all the time. This mouse is supposed to be an advancement, yet I feel like I may as well use the up/down arrows and the tab keys. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Anyone?
Also, I HATE this thing.
Oh it's BEAUTIFUL.
I've been in solitary downstairs working on a deadline and I am having to use a regular mouse and already my wrist hurts like fuck.
But I never use anything but left click/right click, so I'm no help.
You'll get used to it.
At least getting the thing to the museum on a barge should be pretty easy.
No way. Dragging that odd shaped thing not meant for water by a rope with the wind and tide pushing it around... :headshake
You'd think they could have designed a barge that would extend beyond the wing tips so that if the barge did bump something, the wing tips wouldn't take the full brunt of the impact.
looks like they came in from the wrong angle. The boat behind (as seen in 2nd pic) is off to the right (in this case port side) I'm assuming the tide/wind is pushing them starboard which is where it hit. It really looks like they cut the corner instead of traveling further up and sharpening the angle as they made the turn from the main waterway.
My initial impression is an overconfident or lazy pilot. Admittedly its a tight turn into a relatively narrow canal, but still.
ETA -That lookout boat (out front with the orange sides) - is supposed to be watching out for EXACTLY that. The speed of the tug is also a huge factor. They are VERY powerful, but VERY slow also.
Chrome's "new tab" screen judges me for how I spend my time.
YouTube, IMDB, Tumblr, Failblog. All up there.
Every day it shatters my image of myself as some kind of unemployed intellectual writer, when I'm actually just an unemployable adolescent waste of oxygen with an overly time-consuming writing hobby.
I need to find some source of revenue and I need to move out of my dad's house.
So, thankyou Google Chrome.
Without judgement and social pressure, I think most people just fail at life.
Anyone?
Look in Control Panel and see if the mouse settings are Logitech's SetPoint or if a picture of the trackball appears. If not, look in All Programs for Logitech Mouse and Keyboard settings. You should be able to redefine all buttons.
Also, I HATE this thing.
A trackball is rarely a great pointing device IMO. But use of that one has sometimes helped me use a different set of arm muscles for a while, helps RSI problems.
I can't see how a trackball isn't a better device than a regular mouse. That one I'm using downstairs, half the time I have to pick it up and use it up farther on the table. Or move it to one side so I can slide it far enough to the other side. It sucks like crap.
The trackball floats like a butterfly. It has tons of control.
Maybe it's just my exceptional eye/hand coordination.
And that other mouse hurts my formerly smashed wrist something awful. All that moves with the trackball is my fingers.
I never have to move my wrist to move my mouse.
half the time I have to pick it up and use it up farther on the table. Or move it to one side so I can slide it far enough to the other side.
There are settings for that.
Ever wonder why a typical mousepad is the same shape as your monitor? Its not by accident.
Scrolling thru threads id ridiculous with that thing. I have to "wheel" all the way over to the frikkin elevator bar and click JUST FUCKING RIGHT to get it to move OR I have to grab the elevator and move it around - archaic I say!
center mouse wheel click set to "Open in new tab" ROCKS!
and when one clicks it where there is no link, it scrolls the page. mouseyball POS cannot do that.
You're just jealous of mouseyball. Mouseyball is king. You hate change. ;)
No one will ever make me not love my trackball. It just takes a little practice. I hate those freaking slidey aroundy mice. ANd I don't need no stupid mousepad with some stupid company logo on it.
It's 2012! The pioneers had to put up with crappy mice. We don't have to. :)
Once you go track, you never go back.
My cousin believes that the family homestead house is haunted. She claims the female ghost there doesn't like her. And that there is at least one other ghost as well. Years ago, she claimed to have seen the ghost of my other cousin who died at a young age in a tractor accident, so she's seen ghosts before.
This house that she claims is haunted has been in the family for almost 200 years. It's a fairly run down old place in the NE PA countryside, an hour's drive from Scranton. I've always thought it was a pretty creepy place, although I have lots of great memories of family there over the years.
This house has had an active bat colony in the attic since I was a child, and probably before then, so you definitely hear noises when you are there alone.
Anyway, it's now gone to a new level. I didn't realize this, but my cousin somehow arranged to have the Penn State Paranormal Club come out to the house with all their equipment and inspect the place. They claimed to detect a female ghost there. This club has a reality show, but the house won't appear on the show.
It's all a little amusing. I don't really believe in ghosts. I've never seen one. But I've had the heebs when I've been in that house. And so has just about everyone in my family. My mom grew up there, and she is kind of scared of the place. If you are alone, it's scary to just go inside. But once you are in and spend some time in there, it's fine. I lived there for a summer, and it was pretty normal.
My Aunt lives there now, and this cousin of mine goes to check on her mother and do stuff at the house, and keeps seeing ghosts. She was over there this week doing some painting, and sensed the ghost again. Interesting.
Have you ever seen/felt a ghost?
I haven't. When I moved into my apartment in the sky, however, I told the potential ghosts I'd be cool if they were.
That house is awesome. I love old spooky-vibe houses. There's a house in town that looks like an illustration straight out of a children's book; it's that much the epitome of a haunted looking house.
I do remember a guy I knew swearing he'd seen a ghost on the fourth floor of the old factory where I worked. My ex said "Oh, I don't doubt that he saw a ghost, I just think it was a figment of his psychosis."
Has anyone besides your cousin seen or felt this ghost?
I'd be more than happy to camp out there for a while and let you know if I see one! ;) I love scary scary.
Nobody else has seen the ghost, but everyone agrees the house is creepy. Except my aunt, who lives there. She thinks it's just a house, and that the whole thing is silly.
Here are a couple more shots of the house. I dug through some old pictures.
The outside.
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The upstairs hallway.
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One of the many cool old details in the place.
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beautiful house.
no ghost experience. I've had the heebiejeebies before though.
A simple doorknob can give me such a feeling of nostalgia. Is there a job called "loving old houses" or some such?
yes, but the pay is a negative amount
Ah yeah. That won't work for me. Rats!
Have you had the carbon monoxide levels checked? That can cause weird brain states that can be interpreted as ghost encounters.
That house has been in your family since before European settlement of the state of South Australia. Holy old house, Glattman.
I'd be working in the cellar and hear the front door open and close, then footsteps on rug, hardwood, rug and hardwood again, all the way to the dining room. I'd go upstairs and nothing. This happened pretty frequently to me, and two other people who were here when I wasn't home. The kicker is the dog would look up too. :ghost:
I fiqure it's the old lady that died here so I don't have to worry about showing her around.
Cultural differences mean I say big house! as opposed to old house.
I categorically don't believe in ghosts, heaven, life after death or reincarnation.
But I am very easily spooked for all that.
Perhaps I judge other people through my own lens, and assume that they are just creeping themselves out too.
I don't think I've ever had the Heebs though.
I think that was Monster.
[COLOR="LightBlue"]I think that was Hitler.[/COLOR]
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A simple doorknob can give me such a feeling of nostalgia. Is there a job called "loving old houses" or some such?
Google says there is such a thing as doorknob porn. I'm not clicking to verify.
(Won't the feds/kids have fun when they look at my search history........)
Ooh! I just know I've seen one of those "Oops, accidental reflection!" ones in a doorknob.
I won't look either.
I want Diz to respect me.
I thought I'd missed the start of the England vs France match.
Dad was calling someone a fucking arsehole downstairs.
Checked the clock - KO is 17.00.
Okay. He is objecting to a commentator.
My father so rarely swears, but when he does he is either driving or watching football.
Last night he turned the commentary off (ITV) and listened to Radio 5 Live instead (BBC).
Unfortunately the radio was about 5 econds ahead of the TV.
He loved it.
As I wandered in and out he would gleefully say to me "He's going to hit the crossbar!" or "Watch! Tackle!"
I was busy making cakes for school. Only to realise this morning - while cleaning my teeth - that it was an Inset Day (teachers only training). Took them in anyway, they'll have needed fuel and silly to let them get a day staler.
Off to join Dads for the match now.
Laters potaters!
Last night he turned the commentary off (ITV) and listened to Radio 5 Live instead (BBC).Unfortunately the radio was about 5 econds ahead of the TV.
lol - here the radio is always 5 seconds behind the TV. Hmmmmm
It is midnight oh two and I'm a damn pumpkin. Again.
For a midnight snack there's lemonade and pumpkin pie.
lol - here the radio is always 5 seconds behind the TV. Hmmmmm
In the Italy vs Croatia game earlier this evening, the BBC TV coverage was a few seconds
ahead of the BBC radio coverage.
/Strokes beard in bemusement.
Speaking of cool old buildings, as part of my job, today I was entrusted with the keys to this:
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Here's the inside, where we'll be running exams next week.
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ETA Well, I did have to give the keys back at the end of the day, but I did go for bit of an explore and climbed up the tower on the right corner in pic one.
ETAA great collection of pics at
http://www.flickriver.com/photos/tags/bonythonhall/interesting/ including some of it very creatively lit as part of an art festival.
Beautiful. Really lovely.
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ETAA great collection of pics at http://www.flickriver.com/photos/tags/bonythonhall/interesting/ including some of it very creatively lit as part of an art festival.
Those are ingenious feats of lighting... still haven't figured out how
the casings and ledges were lit separately and so cleanly from the walls.
gorgeous, ZenGum, deserving of its own thread. And its own internet connection. Be aware, cellar clickers, there are 369 pictures at the page behind that link and they're all coming from the other side of the planet. Patience, patience.
I would have been tempted to copy that key.
Those are ingenious feats of lighting... still haven't figured out how
the casings and ledges were lit separately and so cleanly from the walls.
1. Take a photo of the building from a fixed spot.
2. Set up a single kick-arse floodlight at that spot. Turn other lights off.
3. Use the photo to design some transparent slide to throw coloured light on the building.
4. Place slide in front of spotlight.
5. Make many slides, cycle through them.
6. :rasta:
7. Like, whoah, maaaannnn, coooooool.
There are a bunch of lovely old buildings along North Terrace, for the festival of arts they all get this treatment.
You're just jealous of mouseyball. Mouseyball is king. You hate change. ;)
No one will ever make me not love my trackball. It just takes a little practice. I hate those freaking slidey aroundy mice. ANd I don't need no stupid mousepad with some stupid company logo on it.
Once you go track, you never go back.
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slinking around waiting in the dark corners...
when you weren't looking...
Waiting for just the right moment...
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Speaking of cool old buildings, as part of my job, today I was entrusted with the keys to this:
I've never seen a BBQ with a solid top like that, I guess it's to keep the shrimp from falling through.
I've been biding my time...
slinking around waiting in the dark corners...
when you weren't looking...
Waiting for just the right moment...
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Oh wow!
Mav has been talking about breeding birds for a while now. We have an aviary which we've never used since we moved to this house, so I told him I didn't see a problem with his plan at all. So he settled on peach faces because they're good breeders and easy to care for.
The major impediment is that the boat has been parked next to the aviary which restricts access and really would make it kind of hard to sit and look at the birds anyway, so I suggested to Mav that we clean up the shed and put the boat away (something I've been waiting for almost 2 yrs for my husband to do), and then next weekend we can clean out the aviary and make the garden nice around it again, and then all he needs to do is build a couple of breeding boxes (easy peasy) and away he goes.
So we went out to the shed yesterday, and Aden and Max came mostly to watch at first, but then we started making some really good head way and they got into the spirit of it all and started helping out. Before long we had everything stacked neatly around the edges, tools sorted, fishing gear in the boat or in the right spot on the work bench, floor swept, and general rubbish in the bin. The whole job took less than 2 hours from start to finish, and the boat is now in the shed leaving unrestricted access to the aviary.
I should have taken before and after shots. Aden's first comment was that it didn't take as long as he thought it would, and Mav just looked happy about it all. Max went around the floor picking up all the runaway sinkers.
They all did a great job, and said to Aden, "Imagine how much quicker it would have been done if you'd gotten stuck into it right from the start".
Food for thought.
Great family time, Ali.
Good luck to Mav with the breeding.
Lots of pics needed of course.
I did the rosters yesterday, and rostered myself off for today :) Its 2.30pm and I have been up since 5am and everything is spotless and Ive been bored for the last 2 hours.
Shoulda gone to work.
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whats the little monkies name in picture above?
Howdy Ms Sexton!
I don't know that we ever named the monkey - it's based on the saying about an infinite number of monkeys playing on an infinite number of typewriters. We have a poster called Infinite Monkey though.
Perhaps you could call it Spanky.
We saw a snake yesterday.
A real, live, outside-captivity snake!
I was so excited.
First ever in my lifetime.
It just snaked its way across the hot path in front of us (concrete walk in otherwise open fields by a river).
I was out with Mum - who is terrified of snakes. They repulse her. She cannot even look at a picture of one in a book. She didn't read or watch most of the Harry Potter franchise because of this. I think she tried the first film and retired when she saw a trailer for the second.
So instead of grabbing my camera and charging after it I stood still and hugged her. I feel good about that. I also didn't mention it again, even though my whole brain was singing snake! snake! snake! and my whole body was humming along.
I know this will sound so silly to people who live in countries chockful of snakes, but it's a really extraordinary occurrence for me - like seeing a "falling star" (twice in 40 years).
Happiness.
ETA it was a grass snake, one of only three indiginous snakes in this country and non-venomous.
Exciting! I'm glad you saw a snake, Sundae. Snakes are cool. Even here, you don't see them every day, and I get a little excited when I see one. "Look, a snake!"
When I was a lad, my friends and I used to hunt and catch them. We had a Jr Herpetology club of sorts. Mostly we caught Garter Snakes.... but we caught a milk snake once, which was cool.. and a Rainbow garter... HUGE fucker. 5-6 feet long, and thick as a bike tire.
One time, I made a grab for a small garter...(we used to do that thing they do with Cobras where you get them looking at your one hand, then snatch them with the other) and it bit me. I was so surprised that I yanked my hand back reflexively. I tossed the snake 10 feet in the air.... and it came down right on Dan's head. It slashed my finger open as it was jerked free.
I remember Eric getting bit another time, and him being calm enough to simply remove the snake's teeth carefully from his hand, leaving a couple small punctures instead of a pair of lacerations like I had.
Come over here Sundae. You'll be lucky to go a month in the cool season without seeing one if you hang around my suburb for a while.
You'll see venomous and non. Big and small. All sorts of snakes. Some of them even up close and personal if you're really lucky. lol
If you want to see more deadly snakes than not, I'll take you to Dad's place. He has taipans, king browns, eastern browns and the less deadly red belly blacks. (we have those too, but we have a lot of non venomous around our area too).
When I was a lad, my friends and I used to hunt and catch them. ...
I've even snacked on a few.
Wikipedia - Snake, consumption:
"U.S. Army Special Forces trainees are taught to catch, kill, and eat snakes during their survival course; this has earned them the nickname "snake eaters", ..."
Wikipedia - Special Forces (United States Army), introduction:
"Nickname
Green Berets, Quiet Professionals, Soldier-Diplomats, Snake Eaters, Bearded Bastards"
I had the rattlesnake appetizer once in a touristy steak house in Phoenix. It was alright. Six of us shared a snake segment about 6 inches long. It was broiled, I think. I'd eat it again.
Meet Homer and Marge, Mav's first breeding pair of Lovebirds.
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Looks like Mav is going for a "double rainbow"
It will be interesting to see what colour babies they make, if they end up being successful breeders.
Pretty, pretty.
It's Cherry's Week of Wildlife apparently.
Had two hedgehogs in the garden last night - mama and baby I think.
Now hodgepigs aren't rare in my life or even in this area, but I don't see as many as I used to and still find them exciting.
I put down some cat food for them (Mia's hahaha) and they were very happy with that.
They are noisy buggers. They were up and down the decking like Roman centurians. Mum thought I was out there moving the garden furniture around.
They obviously have the same heavy paw syndrome as Diz - in which a tiny animal can exert massive force in one single paw, usually about 14 stone right on my tit at about 04.30.
Har! Love hodgepigs.
Martin and Sophie found a baby one on their walk last week. It looked like it had fallen off a wall. They googled to see whether it is advised to leave them for mum or take them in. Take it in apparently. So now they have a hodgepig in their menagerie:P
Mum & Dad took one to a local wildlife hospital the other week. But it was hurt (they think by a council mower) and definitely needed treatment.
The hospital gave them a good prognosis on initial viewing and asked for a donation. Good tactics - get people who care to cough up when they're vulnerable (not being sarcastic). Mum strong-armed Dad into £10 and felt good for the rest of the day.
Poor vulnerable lickle things. Spines are no match for ride-on garden machinery.
I know. So tiny!
I see lots of hedgehogs around here. From time to time I see a dead one on the road, but not so often considering how many there appear to be bumbling about the village of a night time.
Chops (love that btw :p) and I somtimes just stand and watch one doing its hodgepiggy thing when we go for our last walk. They're so cute.
I am very hungry today. I've already had a big bowl of cereal. I think I need to eat something else. :(
I had some more cereal, then a glass of milk. Now I feel stuffed...and I need a nap. :(
Saw 38 perseid meteors tonight. It was pretty awesome, especially since I have never seen a 'shooting star' before tonight.
Seriously? Never saw a shooting star?
They are cool. In Maine one summer I watched the Draconids (I'm pretty sure) I lost count.
What's your position on NorthernLights?
Havent seen those yet either.
I went back out again to see Jupiter and Venus rise with the crescent moon and I saw 20 more meteors. A few of them were fireball types, with the thicker tails that last a little longer.
The night sky in Arizona is just amazing to me. Its just not something Im used to having grown up in suburban northwest Indiana (only 30 miles southeast of Chicago).
<-- envious.
Very poor conditions for viewing the Perseids down under this year. Sounds like you had a great view.
Yeah, I think so...a lot of them were directly overhead, so most of the time, I was just lying down in the lawn chair looking up. And this was in my Mom's backyard.
I heard an interesting term on the radio today:
"spin-loaded question"
Made me think about asking neutral questions in an effort to get a higher quality answer (that is, one that has more objective content and less subjective/opinion/persuasion/insulting hostility) I realize there is a whole universe of good questions for which this is difficult or impossible or inappropriate.
Socratic questioning illuminates the importance of questioning in learning (indeed Socrates himself thought that questioning was the only defensible form of teaching). It illuminates the difference between systematic and fragmented thinking. It teaches us to dig beneath the surface of our ideas. It teaches us the value of developing questioning minds in cultivating deep learning. Integrating Socratic questions this the following manner in the classroom help develop active, independent learners:[2][unreliable source?]
Getting students to clarify their thinking
e.g., ‘Why do you say that?’, ‘Could you explain further?’
Challenging students about assumptions
e.g., ‘Is this always the case?’, ‘Why do you think that this assumption holds here?’
Evidence as a basis for argument
e.g., ‘Why do you say that?’, ‘Is there reason to doubt this evidence?’
Alternative viewpoints and perspectives
e.g., ‘What is the counter argument for?’, ‘Can/did anyone see this another way?’
Implications and consequences
e.g., ‘But if...happened, what else would result?’, ‘How does...affect...?’
Question the question
e.g., ‘Why do you think that I asked that question?’, ‘Why was that question important?’, ‘Which of your questions turned out to be the most useful?’
Well, you could go old school.
I will return to Griff's post soon.
In the meantime, I've run *out* of gas for the lawnmower, and I'm perilously low on motivation. I still have plenty of sweat though. 85 degrees is plenty hot to be wrangling a mower through the high grass, catsears, rhododendrons, blackberry canes and english fucking ivy.
I've got a couple hundred pounds of stinking billy goat for your greenery.
ooohhhh baby... I *love it* when you talk like that!
I'm away from the location of my pictures documenting my latest deforestation ordeal. The companionship of stinking billy goats would never have smelled sweeter. Pics to follow.
Turns out I had no more motivation than I had gasoline. I have since replenished my reserves of both. Still have plenty of tall greenery to shorten.
re Socratic method:
I like this school. I think like this a lot of the time. I use this method with my kids to their everlasting frustration. (Parenting note, I'm perfectly content to use spin-saturated questions with them should the situation call for it. "Which do you want to do first, empty the dishwasher or empty the trash?").
The most cliche spin loaded question is the classic "So, have you stopped beating your wife yet?" It is stuff like this that masks real information gain during question and answer time. There are lots of different tools and techniques in play during our political season, this is just one. Being aware of it helps me determine the real quality of the reply. Consider the source--this works as much for the answerer as it does for the questioner.
Read something that really got me.
Jason Manford is a British comedian and person off've the telly. During the closing ceremony of the olympics he commented on his facebook page on Gary Barlow and the Take That performance, basically saying what a guy and what a superstar for going through with the long-planned performance given that he and his wife lost their baby a couple of days before. She was stillborn.
Some of the comments people posted were horrible. So he tackled the whole thing in his blog.
Read it, it's brilliant. And very moving. He covers three comments in particular with the last being a suggestion that it wasn't like losing a child who'd lived after all. His response to this one is such a stunning piece of writing.
I managed to find a site that reposted it in its entirety:
http://youngturkrevolution.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/jason-manford-on-trolls-and-gary-barlow/
The last couple of paragraphs made me tear up.
I thought the last bit was a little mawkish. He's preaching to the converted there.
It was interesting to get his perspective though, and of course I agree with him, having been involved with some people who went through it.
On a completely different subject: when are my eBay recommendations three books with the word Trauma in the title?
I have not been drunk-eBaying, or even drink-browsing. And I would certainly remember if trauma of any kind featured in my searches. I wonder if it's because I was looking for a paper copy of a wonderfully funny and inspiring book on autism. Which does not feature the word trauma. Or 9/11. Or whatever the other one was. Hmmmmm.
26 degrees here and no sunshine.
I seem to be running a sweat farm in my hair, and it's harvest time.
My screensaver is Kelvingrove Park in the snow.
It's not helping.
Microsoft Office thinks I'm Portuguese and Google thinks I'm Filipino.
I don't know why.
A nice looking combination at all ages...
Microsoft Office thinks I'm Portuguese and Google thinks I'm Filipino.
I don't know why.
Better than the micro office thinking you're soft, and the Filipinos thinking you're google.
Molly Ringwald has a book out. I read an interview. She said "how many actresses do you know that write?"
Well, Molly, honey...I love you really, but how many actresses do you know who write well?
Who, Molly. Who. Who refers to people. That refers to things.
Yes yes, I know that someone could dig up something on the interwebz finding some kind of justification for this 'nails on a chalkboard' idea of saying 'people that' but I find it to be a way of justifying lazy grammar.
I shudder whenever I read 'that' when 'who' is called for. I don't consider myself some amazing grammarian. It's just common sense.
I have to think on that one.
I'm sure I use "people that" but I understand why it might be wrong.
I will guard myself against it in future!
I still shimmy around the word "git" which my teacher when I was nine had an aversion to.
Same with "a lot". "A lot is something you bid on in an auction, not a degree of quantity!"
Yes Mrs Quant (SIL to Mary, incidentally).
Same with "a lot". "A lot is something you bid on in an auction, not a degree of quantity!"
A degree of quantity is spelled
alot. :unsure:
How many actresses DO, you know that, right?
The emphasis may have been on the wrong syllable.
alot ain't no word!
Seriously. ;) Neither is irregardless, regardless of how some will protest.
How many actresses DO, you know that, right?
The emphasis may have been on the wrong syllable.
Ha! You might be. Right? :)
If anyone needs any green slime, I have heaps I can give you.
I'm sorry. Is that a pregnancy complication? Green slime? ;)
lol...no. It's a snot complication.
Whew! Better that, though snot ain't so fun either. Dealing with some of that myself. :)
Didn't want to start a thread, so putting this here:
Meeting with the consultant today, the one for assessing office culture and environment (later we will have those looking at our actual processes.)
I have good ideas, and I'm prepared, but I'm nervous. Also, I've got work up to my eyeballs...there just isn't enough time.
So my presentation, if you will, will involve outlining where I think MY job should be...what I was expecting when I was hired (I was grossly misled) and a suggestion of removing the position from this office to the accounting sector.
You can't tell a person to lay off on the customer service and teamwork so as to better focus on your primary responsibility, yet keep putting that person in the direct line of customer service and teamwork. I'm very good at it, but it isn't why I took this job. I wanted to do the the numbers side, like I'm supposed to. Instead, every deadline comes and I'm struggling and accounting thinks I'm incompetent (because yeah, the leaders are going to say: she's behind because we make her do a thousand other things.)
I'm going to post this as anon though I know most of you know who this is (I've done that previously, not trying to hide from those who know me here but protecting myself from those who don't and those who might google.)
So, thanks for the practice. Back to the trenches for now.
Well, ahem, Anon (giggles) ... you probably know this already, but I'd just like to say:
This is your chance to be heard. Speak loud and clear and long. Back up your facts with examples. Show them your documentation, which we know you have. Do not pull punches. Stick to your guns. Name names. Do not let them argue you out of anything. No prisoners.
This has to work. MAKE IT SO.
Grrr. Go get em, tiger.
ETA: oh, and avoid cliches like the plague. :p:
Well, ahem, Anon (giggles) ... you probably know this already, but I'd just like to say:
This is your chance to be heard. Speak loud and clear and long. Back up your facts with examples. Show them your documentation, which we know you have. Do not pull punches. Stick to your guns. Name names. Do not let them argue you out of anything. No prisoners.
This has to work. MAKE IT SO.
Grrr. Go get em, tiger.
ETA: oh, and avoid cliches like the plague. :p:
Good luck!
Thanks guys. She has gotten earsful already from those she's met with. One person, the one who has already submitted a resignation prior due to the office issues (a long-termer, a wonderful person) has to go back because 2 hours wasn't enough!
And Zen, as god is my witness, i'd rather be boiled in oil than stoop to using cliches! When the going gets tough, the tough get going, and Rome wasn't built in a day. When in doubt, I shall consult my inner child. :p:
Anon - can't say any more than the others.
This is where you are firm but fair and say your piece to someone who is not emotionally involved in the process.
So you be unemotional too and ESPECIALLY push the point about not being customer-facing. Pretty much every job I've done has put emphasis on the public face of the company while marking all targets and bonuses by different criteria.
Good luck, lass.
Or lad of course, Mr Anon.
:)
hey Anonymous
Good luck. not a cliche.
a thought--what is important for the decision makers? It may very well be different from what they say is important. It's helpful to try to understand their motivations.
I'll be rooting for you (just not that way). :)
It went well. Talked for an hour and a half. We shall see what we shall see but I had my say: diplomatically but truthfully.
Thanks all! I was nervous.
An hour and a half! That's good.
Good for you - At least you didn't take up an infinite amount of their time monkey-ing around. ;)
Straight to the point, getting to the heart of the matter and staying laser-focused on the issues is the way to go.
Do it right or don't do it at all, nothing half-assed - cuz we all know that dog won't hunt!
Go team.
I've had a sausage-y day today.
Meant to get lunch on the way to school, but I admit I left home late.
Got a lift from a passing car (containing school-children!) so no chance to go shop, but thought it better to arrive early than late.
Deliberately went to change books at 11.50, knowing I could slip into the Hall and natter to the dinner ladies. Didn't know what they'd have, but luckily it was sausages (links). They offered me a whole meal (which we are supposed to pay for, but it's not what you know, it's who you know). Walked away with two sausies AND a bread roll. Slipped it into the staffroom and had a lovely sausage cob with brown sauce yummy, yum, yum.
And tonight the 'rents had sausage, mashipots and beans. Again, refused the accompaniments, but also the sausages this time. Mum decided to cook some for me anyway and put them in the fridge. So tomorrow I will add one sliced sausage to pasta and sauce and have a lovely lunch.
Well... Gotta go! Catch you sometime in 2013...
I've seen the photo of Megan Stammers and Jeremy Forrest below and they are described as arm in arm. On more than one source.
Now when I've read this phrase before I have always pictured one person with their arm crooked and the other person with their arm slipped through. In a m/f coupling it will usually be the female who "takes" the man's arm, as he is usually taller.
I would identify this photo as having their arms around eachother. I'm puzzled.
For anyone who isn't aware of the story it's a 15 yo British schoolgirl on the run in France with her 30yo maths teacher.
This was at the top of the RadioTimes listings page. Caught my eye somewhat.
So I clicked. Looks really good fun. If I lived nearer I'd be tempted.
http://www.thecursed.co.uk/
That's some serious Halloweeny stuff.
The nightwalks for adults sound great. But the Kid's day sounds awesome. Freaky Puppet show, Monster Maze, Haunted House, brilliant.
Grim thing happened today at school.
Miss G was on playground duty for Key Stage 2.
A Year 5 boy collided with her (10 yo).
From reports she was stationary.
She was obviously badly hurt - although on her feet - and a First Aider was summoned to the playground.
Then Miss G was carried to the Office, where away from the childer she was able to show her pain.
An ambulance was called and she was given gas and air before being loaded onto a stretcher and taken to A&E.
Turns out her kneecap was dislocated (BLEURGH!)
The hospital pumped her full of painkillers and popped it back into the right place.
Bless her.
She was supposed to be taking Circuit Training as an after school club this afternoon.
She's only about 23 and fit as a butcher's dog.
I cringe whenever I think about it.
Dislocated patella = SO painful! Poor thing. Glad they took care of her quickly.
For those who have never been to a high school swim and dive meet, they're weird. They swim 4 events, then stop. They move the lane lines, the divers warm up and they do the diving. I'm bored. There are 8 divers tonight, 6 dives each. when this is all over in like half an hour, they'll put the lane lines back in and the swimmers will warm up again and the swim meet will resume. In each meet there are 3 relays and 10 individual events. The diving -which takes at least 30 minutes -did I mention that- is just ONE of these individual events. Divers will earn a maximum of 15 points for their team. Out or a maximum possible 180. Half a stinking hour, one quarter of the way through the meet. nuts.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, this meet is a given, so they're swimming off events. Swimmer girl is in the 50 free and the backstroke (her worst events). In an olympic competition suit. yes. it's rather strange. They only wear them at championships. Not backwater 3rd division dual meets. I guess she's an official tester. hope she gets to keep it :) Didn't do anything for her 50 free time, though :(
Did I mention I'm bored? During the diving. I think we're on the second round now......
Sweet potatoes.
My mother in law came for a visit over the weekend, bearing gifts. The huge farm behind her house had planted sweet potatoes this year, and after the harvest, they had left behind many to simply rot in the field. So she helped herself, as she has done in the past.
What are we going to do with this many sweet potatoes?
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Eat them. I heard they're good for you. Hehe... Would ask for some if we were neighbors. :D
Put them in a cool dark place and they'll keep for ages. :) It wouldn't take my lot too long to go through those.
I never even heard of the museum in NYC. So I looked it up in Google Earth. It's just a pier, with barges floating next to it. They have the Concorde exposed to the elements on a barge just a few hundred feet from where ferries go chugging past every ten minutes. It's not like there have been any accidents on the Hudson where errant ferries have smashed into piers. Oh, wait...
They better build a nice building for the shuttle they get, and pull it up onto dry land. At least getting the thing to the museum on a barge should be pretty easy.
OK, so they have had the shuttle Enterprise sitting on this pier in NYC for just about a year. Let's see. So far they
smashed it into a bridge abutment when transporting it there, scraping off a wing tip.
And now, the inflatable tent that housed it has collapsed in a weak hurricane, exposing the craft and allowing unknown damage to occur, but at a minimum, the vertical tail has been damaged.
Seems like they should have put it in a real hangar somewhere safer than a pier on the Hudson River.
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Inflatable is pretty much an optimistic synonym for deflatable. Just sayin.
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Seems like they should have put it in a real hangar somewhere safer than a pier on the Hudson River.
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Like Seattle.
Originally Posted by glatt
I never even heard of the museum in NYC. So I looked it up in Google Earth. It's just a pier, with barges floating next to it. They have the Concorde exposed to the elements on a barge just a few hundred feet from where ferries go chugging past every ten minutes. It's not like there have been any accidents on the Hudson where errant ferries have smashed into piers. Oh, wait...
They better build a nice building for the shuttle they get, and pull it up onto dry land. At least getting the thing to the museum on a barge should be pretty easy.
C'mon, it's not on a barge, or a pier, it's on a fucking aircraft carrier.:rolleyes:
I wasn't clear where they put the shuttle. The Concorde is on a barge tied to the pier. The aircraft carrier is tied to the pier. I thought when I wrote that last year that the plan was to put the the shuttle on the pier, but it looks like you may be right. It may be on the deck of the carrier tied to the pier, covered with a deflatable bubble.
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I wonder if the inside of the happy bubble used to be painted with a night sky full of stars like a planetarium...
I wonder if the inside of the happy bubble used to be painted with a night sky full of stars like a planetarium...
Nope.
I've done a bit of criticizing of NYC's housing the Enterprise. Maybe I should give it a rest. But I won't. That structure is terrible. It's so tight and confining, you can't see a thing. They presumably have some sort of platform near the nose where you can stand and take a picture similar to that one, but other than that, all you can do it look at the belly of the shuttle.
Compare that to the Udvar Hazy Air and Space Museum in Dulles where you can get long views of the shuttle and similar viewing platform views.
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Everybody's seen a million pictures of it, the purpose of putting it on display is so you can see it up close and personal, not gaze from afar. I'm sure the close quarters wouldn't seem confining to city people, they live with it.
The NYC museum started with the aircraft carrier, then expanded along a logical progression to include aircraft. Some carrier based, but also others including the Concorde and Shuttle.
The Udvar Hazy started with an airport... land. A short commodity in NYC.
Grrrr.
National Museum of the U.S. Air Force.
Buncha crap.
Hey - did I tell you guys about the African woman who was arrested for turning people into yams?
When I saw the yam picture waaaay long posts ago, I thought of it. Glatt- those could be PEOPLE you're planning on boiling and eating!!!!
My friend in England is taunting me by emailing me pictures from his iPhone.
He just sent this one. It's quitting time there already. Bastard.
I want to sit in a pub by a fire drinking a London Pride.
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My parents in China are taunting me be sending me pictures from their iPod. This was in my in-box this morning. Bastards.
Hi, Mom!
I don't really want to be on a cliff in China, as much as I want to sit by a fire in a pub, but I still have envy.
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I know. I'll make them envious by emailing them a picture of me at work.
That will show them.
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HAHAHAHHAAHAAHA!
Excellent, glatt. :)
What a messy desk, looks like shit's actually getting done.;)
Well that empty gumball machine certainly isn't going to be lifting your spirits! Couldn't you put some Halloween candy in that thing?
Edit: Also note, the first photo ever of glatt on the Cellar where he isn't grinning.
I used to have candy in there, but then people would come hang out in my office.
Go away!
:p:
That'll show 'em! :lol:
Of course, now we eastern time zone types can have our beer or glass of wine. TGIF. Truly. :)
I was scroling down the BTYahoo homepage and caught sight of the daily horoscope. This is what it says:
You have a tendency to put a damper on festive events. It bothers you to see people having fun when we live in such a troubled world. Try to ease up and relax. Life can be very difficult, which is why it's important to celebrate the sweeter moments. By abandoning yourself to fun, you'll feel your mood start to lift. Unexpectedly, problems that seemed insurmountable will seem relatively painless. Good news about money will come as a relief.
(Bold mine)
If I was a Scorpio and I believed in horoscopes, I'd be a bit insulted by that.
Sounds all new agey and shit to me. Isn't that what horror scopes are in the main stream? ;)
I assume so. I seldom take any notice. I just thought that was a nasty thing to say to people :p
I hate this place. Hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it.
No, not the Cellar. Here.
Hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it.
Some are great, some not so much.
I especially like those that come right after a Sunday.
Probably depends where you are. Or, more accurately, who you are. Or, more accurately, whose ass you suck.
On top of everything else, she's fucking with my sick/vacation time.
No, I will not take it without pay when I have 215 vacation hours WE NEVER HAVE TIME TO USE and I will get my FMLA paperwork to my doc tomorrow and they can bite me.
Meanwhile, I'll watch and listen to everyone milling around chatting and having a goddam social event every other hour.
When my back spasmed on the interstate this morning, I should have just let go...let go of the wheel and see what happens. Because I really don't care anymore. About anything.
I am sorry for all your pain, and wish I could do something.
Maybe one of my favorite posters will help a tiny bit.
Hang on to whatever you can...
Thanks, Lamp. You're so kind.
I don't ever give up, really I don't. But sometimes I think I could. Just let go, you know? What is it all for, anyway? I have no posterity. I don't have any lasting contributions to this society.
Ah well, I'm in more pain today than I expected and I'm sure that colors my outlook.
It's really sick...that I think about if I needed surgery and how someone would have to take care of me. I never want anyone to have to take care of me. But the idea of recuperating and people bringing me food and making me comfortable...and, you know, caring? Yeah, that's pretty sick.
I think my dad is the only person close to me who has implied that if I'm miserable, this job isn't worth it. Everyone else is like deer in headlights...watching to see me screw everything up. Well, keep watching, folks. I'm sure there will be another showing any day now. :(
I'm sorry, guys. I just don't know who to talk to.
I'm sorry to hear everything you're going through...work and back pain. Your dad sounds like an intelligent person. Perhaps all the stress in your job is causing you physical illness. Anyways, I wish you well. And post away whenever you need an outlet. I'm sure many of us don't mind. (Some of us may not post replies, but we listen to your pain. ;))
Being in pain for days, losing sleep, not knowing when things will get better, makes it so much harder to cope with normal things - never mind the extreme stress you've had at work lately. Put your own recovery at the top of your priority list and try to leave the decisions about work until later, if you can.
Being miserable full-time isn't a workable long-term situation. If you can get FMLA and take some time to recover, it may give you breathing room to consider what direction to take re your job. But get feeling better first. Sending hugs. :flower:
Thanks again everybody. I appreciate it...you all helped me through a rough day.
I feel better mentally but am in a lot of pain today. I go back to the doctor this afternoon though.
But I'm not hating life like I did yesterday. This is a good thing. Again, thanks for listening and for your kind words.
I will de-wimpify any day now. ;)
"Rub some dirt on it, Nancy."
*snicker*
Seriously. This is the girl who would run into a brick wall to keep a basketball inbounds. The girl who jumps out of planes, scuba dives. The girl who spent her entire first term of college on crutches and didn't have surgery til Thanksgiving break.
I WILL NOT be that old lady. I WILL get healthy and back on the scene.
Besides, I haven't bungie jumped yet. :)
Besides, I haven't bungie jumped yet. :)
Now THAT'll straighten out your back. ;)
Heh. I can feel my spine decompressing as I type.
Back pain is so hard to cope with. It just clouds everything else. Do you see a chiro at all? I know a good one if you can get to Oz. ;)
Take time off work! Let those bitches sort out their shit and while they're at it, you start looking around for something else. You never know what might come up if you start searching.
I hope you're feeling better about everything soon. :)
Thanks! :)
Last week the doctor could not even begin to straighten my legs from their 45 degree angle while i sat in the chair. Today he could. He put me back on the prednisone which makes sense because we had stopped controlling the inflammation in any meaningful way.
You're so right about work. I feel things are a bit better sorted today. And you totally said what my dad has always told me...that no matter what job you're doing, no matter how good it might seem, always keep your eyes open because you never know what could come up. :)
An early happy Thanksgiving to all the 'Merkins tomorrow. Hope you enjoy/endure it, depending on your situation. (Endurance needed at our house.)
Hoping to enjoy and not endure. As long as tempers stay under control and there isn't an incident requiring 911 intervention, we'll be good ...
First time not cooking in, oh, forever ... that'll be sort of cool, anyway. I get to see the adult kids take over and stretch their culinary wings. They're making stuffing tonight. I can get used to this!
Just in case anyone thinks I've gone all rogue nice, please to let me say "get your head out of your ass for pete's sake."
This has been a public service announcement.
Sitting here waiting for 4PM. That's what time I'm supposed to meet a friend of mine, to go to the place to eat Thanksgiving grub (ya know, the place).
Been waiting a couple of hours already. No booze in the house. So. Bored.
PDX's latest contribution to holiday traffic tie ups...
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<snip> Alcohol is believed to be a factor in the crash.
The hell you say...
What is this 'alcohol' of which you speak?
Going to investigate further...
There was one on the news today where the guy had a count of 0.5... not 0.05, 0.5. The sumbitch should be dead.
That means fully half of his circulating blood was alcohol. You aren't born with that kind of skill, you have to train for it. Goddamn.
Um, 0.5 is 0.5% by volume, not 50%. That said, a level of 0.5 (or 500 in old units) DOES take practice, if you're conscious and walking around. Some people actually cruise at that level and start withdrawal by the time they hit 200/0.2.
You are
totally right. I blame poor anti-drinking campaigns in my high school health class.
You were right about having to train, though - most people couldn't reach 0.5, they'd pass out well before even getting close. We definitely aren't born with the capability of driving around (for however short and disastrous a time) with a blood alcohol of .5.
Washington Post
Reuters
11/26/12
WWII code found on long-dead pigeon in England may never be broken
LONDON — A World War II code found strapped to the leg of a dead pigeon
stuck in a chimney for the past 70 years may never be broken, a British intelligence agency said Friday.
The bird was found by a man in Surrey, southern England,
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The Curator of the Pigeon Museum at Bletchley Park, north of London,
Britain’s main code-breaking center during World War II, is also trying
to trace the identity numbers of the pigeon found in the message, according to GCHQ.
Pigeons were used extensively in the war to carry vital information to Britain from mainland Europe.
Flying at speeds of up to 50 mph, they can travel distances of up to 620*miles .
But they are vulnerable to hungry hawks; during the war, bored soldiers used to take potshots at them.
Neat. Beats finding unexploded ordinance.
I love that Bletchley Park has a Pigeon Museum.
Code breaking and Bletchley Park have been some of my favorite readings.
We owe an awful lot to the men and women who served there.
And, I still can not rationalize that mathematicians can break a code
without even knowing how to speak/read the language !
Who do these little girls think they're fooling?
I see your beady little over-made up eyes going up and down in your rearview mirror, or in my rearview mirror. I see you weaving back and forth to the edges of your lane, drifting aimlessly, at 75 mph.
I see your smug little grin because Susie said Bobby will be at the Malt Shop after classes and you just KNOW he wants to marry you and have your babies.
(Or rather: B sez u b 2 MS @ 4 him 2 k?)
Put. Your. Freaking. Phone. Away. And. Drive. The life you save may be mine.
^^WSS^^
Put. Your. Freaking. Phone. Away. And. Drive. The life you save may be mine.
Not so fun fact.... according to MADD:
Phone use - texting and/or talking will soon replace intoxication as the #1 cause of driving fatalities.
I plunged a toilet today.
I could only find one rubber glove. And wouldn't you know it was the left one. So I plunged with the wrong hand. Sinister.
And yes, there was a fluffy little turd disintegrating under all the toilet paper.
I cleared it though. As was obviously expected.
My first time. I've wiped up wee, removed poop from legs and butts and sanded over sick. My first plunging though.
Why did I choose to work in a school? Why the glamour of course!
Good for you, Sundae. A lesser person would have cowered in fear.
I recently in life discovered the trick of pouring water from a bucket into a plugged toilet instead of plunging. It's much easier and less yucky. You get a full bucket of water, hold it at shoulder height, and just pour steadily and fairly quickly right onto the clog. The water blasts it right through. Breaks up the clog and forces it down through the trap. And no plunger that might require cleaning. Obviously, this technique isn't such a good idea if the bowl is already on the verge of overflowing.
Good for you, Sundae. A lesser person would have cowered in fear.
Sadly I am one of the only members of staff without children.
Cowering in the face of turdmarines is not acceptable.
I recently in life discovered the trick of pouring water from a bucket into a plugged toilet instead of plunging. It's much easier and less yucky. You get a full bucket of water, hold it at shoulder height, and just pour steadily and fairly quickly right onto the clog. The water blasts it right through. Breaks up the clog and forces it down through the trap.
Good plan batman. I'll try it next time.
Sundae, I'm not sure it would work in your situation, but you can turn a left glove into a right glove by pulling it inside out.
Of course, if the glove has already been used ... eewww...
and unless you're a stickler for fit, a rubber glove can probably be used on the opposite hand anyhow, at least for the duration of the plunging.
I think I'd also use a full face shield if trying the bucket-pour-from-shoulder-level technique. The vapor would really travel (it travels at least six feet from a normal flush).
I'm curious, though... from Sundae's post, but for all of you/us...
If you can wipe poop from legs and butts, why would you need a rubber glove for the plunger handle? Unless you use gloves for that too, which is not unreasonable. I reckon the plunger handle is just as contaminated as the tap handles or the toilet flush lever, and I don't glove up for them.
Must be the liberal in me.
TED Talk on the Politics of Disgust.What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue?
Choking
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue?
Choking
:rotflol:
If you can wipe poop from legs and butts, why would you need a rubber glove for the plunger handle? Unless you use gloves for that too, which is not unreasonable. I reckon the plunger handle is just as contaminated as the tap handles or the toilet flush lever, and I don't glove up for them.
We use disposable non-latex gloves for cleaning up children. Although it is discouraged - technically there should be another adult present if a child is exposing their genitals. There should also be no touching between adult and child (which the second adult is there to ensure). However this is impractical due to staffing levels - you cannot take a teacher out of a class of 30 for example, in order to clean up a child. Nor can you employ a member of staff with nothing else to do but wait for these situtaions!
Neither can you pass a pack of wet-wipes through the toilet door to a 4/5 year old (or a sick 6/7 year old or older) and expect them to come out squeaky clean.
Plunging is a job requiring a more robust glove, however.
I could have done it sans gloves I guess and in the end I think I probably did get fecal matter on my right hand too. But I was too squeamish not to
try for rudimentary protection.
And no, the glove I used is not the sort of glove you want to turn inside out. It's explored more dubious areas than Sir David Attenborough.
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue?
Choking
Blue eyed girl here choking with laughter.
I need advice on removing coffee stains from linoleum.
I need advice on removing coffee stains from linoleum.
I don't drink coffee, so we've never had that kind of mark on the floor, but I always give the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser sponges a try and they haven't failed me yet.
If you can wipe poop from legs and butts, why would you need a rubber glove for the plunger handle?
In case the last person to use the plunger licked it.
I don't drink coffee, so we've never had that kind of mark on the floor, but I always give the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser sponges a try and they haven't failed me yet.
Those things are amazing. They must be giving us cancer or something.
I need advice on removing coffee stains from linoleum.
Same thing you use for getting blood out of a clown suit.
I need advice on removing coffee stains from linoleum.
I dunno 'bout that. But you owe me a new keyboard.
Facebook tells me that there's going to be a royal baby. A little heir to the throne.
So there's that.
So my gmail name is my old old old name I used for years on sites. Google thinks I'm of hispanic origin now. I'm getting emails I can't read. Apparently, I'm supposed to register for an operation concerning leggings. :confused:
gmail emails can be funny. I have the same name as a teacher in Kentucky, and his students email me their homework all the time. Every once in a while I'll read it, and I weep for the future.
quick rundown:
I've had some low points. Its increasingly obvious that I have little impulse control. I had surgery Wed the 28 to take out my tonsils and fix my sinuses up some. Recovery is going slow and I'm not fully capable of taking care of myself but my mom lacks the common sense she needs to figure out that if I can't be responsible for taking my pain medication right (cuz i'm too out of it to know what I'm doing) Then maybe I haven't been taking my other meds right. I'm finally starting to be able to tell what day it is and where I am, ect, so I should be able to start back on all my meds. If I can't stay off the narcotic pain killer through the night then I should be able to go home tomorrow.
Moar! Girl, take care of yourself. :flower:
Facebook tells me that there's going to be a royal baby. A little heir to the throne.
So there's that.
If they are twins-do they fight to the death? or is it just the first one that pops out? b/c that doesn't seem really very fair and if I was twin number two I'd spend a lot of time plotting my revenge.
MTP---so good to hear from you though you are sick and messed up I'd been wondering about you. I'm sorry about ur tonsil but you will get better soon. Glad to hear from you!!
Facebook tells me that there's going to be a royal baby. A little heir to the throne.
So there's that.
But the royal family has housemaids to clean it, and the entire W.C.
Same thing you use for getting blood out of a clown suit.
I just toss mine in the furnace with the bodies.
Fuck it. I'm going to get some chocolate.
I just toss mine in the furnace with the bodies.
Knowing that sooner would have saved me lots of time.
Yeah, but you go through a hell of a lot of clown suits.
Knowing that sooner would have saved me lots of time.
Remember, I'm German.
We have a... history... with furnaces...
Zen knows his sashimi from his sushi.
So, I was at temple, doing piece work. I was in a corner with this other two ladies. Things were starting to crowd around me so I got on my knees, lifted a heavy basket and put it aside. This one lady told me I shouldn't reach over with heavy objects because I could hurt my spine. Then she asked me, " Are you 48 yet?" Really?? She thinks I look 48?
So, I was at temple, doing piece work. I was in a corner with this other two ladies. Things were starting to crowd around me so I got on my knees, lifted a heavy basket and put it aside. This one lady told me I shouldn't reach over with heavy objects because I could hurt my spine. Then she asked me, " Are you 48 yet?" Really?? She thinks I look 48?
Not one inch of you looks 48.
And I know from crones. You look like you're in your twenties.
she either had poor eyesight or was jealous or off her meds (it happens)
Hehe....She is an odd person. Got no idea if she was joking or not.
Btw, Triby, I've got no idea where you think you're a crone. You don't even look old to me. Unless you mean you feel like a crone, then I'll be there soon. :p
48 is an odd cutoff, too. Why is that the age when your spine becomes in danger?
48 is an odd cutoff, too. Why is that the age when your spine becomes in danger?
INCHES. Are you 48 inches yet? She was dissing your height.
48 is an odd cutoff, too. Why is that the age when your spine becomes in danger?
It's not the spine being in danger. It's when you're weak, you can throw your back when you carry things heavier than you're capable of. She later said since she doesn't do any manual labor, her back is weak. I didn't feel the need to respond.
INCHES. Are you 48 inches yet? She was dissing your height.
I am 57 inches, damnit. :lol:
48 is an odd cutoff, too. Why is that the age when your spine becomes in danger?
48 kilos? Maybe she was complimenting you on your weight? :p:
With my blurry vision, I read the title of this thread as 'Be a goat whore!'.
I thought it was a clone thread. Guess it's time to spring for new lenses ...
Woman, that's hardly a compliment. I'm 49 kilos now, and I want to lose 4.5 kilos.
Sorry, I'm just really bad at jokes. :(
Hehe...for an average height person, 48 kilos is a pretty good weight. I just happen to be a midget, I mean dwarf, uh...oh hell...smurf, that's all. :D (I'm not very PC, hehe.)
Ortho: Joke away, joke away. :D
You're the wrong colour to be a smurf Lola. lol
But I'm just the perfect size, lol. :D
Maybe. lol I like short people. My mum was 5 feet tall and nothing on top. She only came up to about my shoulder, but she was so cute. Just like you, only she didn't look Asian. lol
She sure was petite. How tall are you, Ali?
A touch over 5'7, so quite a bit taller. About the same height as my Dad. My brother is 6' tall, and both the older boys look like being over 6' tall. Every generation gets taller apparently, so who knows. Maybe there's hope for future generations Lola. ;)
My hypothesis is that it's a genetic adaptation to pollution which enables homo sapiens to rise above what settles to ground level.
Depends who you breed with I think.
My sister is the shortest of all of us and she has a daughter even shorter than herself.
Luckily, she's bred with a tall man, so hopefully the rot stops there.
Neither Steven nor I are inclined to participate in the experiement anyway, so the data may be skewed.
I feels like a crone, lola bunny, I FEELS it.
for some reason for the past six months I've been feeling a bit like i'm on chemo====legs ache constantly, knees are killing me like spikes, hips, lower back---all ache and hurt all day long and night, too. I get up to take advil. and I'm tiiiiiiiiiiiiiired (Madeline Kahn voice) I can only manage one 'thing' a day and I'm killed. I've heard I need iron, vitamin D, a bone scan...all that. gotta wait till after the holidays though as I'm tapped out and can't even afford my doc co-pay!
but I'm really creaky and horribly old. at least in my joints.
PS that glucosomine chondroitine stuff? it's like 40.00 a bottle!!!!!!!!!!!
$40 a bottle?? A generic brand costs much less than that. My mom'a doc said it's ok for her so that what I get for her. Would it be ok for you to take the generic brand?
The Atlantic
By Megan Garber
Dec 15 2012, 8:27 AM ET
What Were the Last Words Spoken on the Moon?
Probably not, alas, "let's get this mother out of here" ..
Forty years ago, December 14 at 5:54:37 p.m. EST, humans left the moon for the last time.
But how did the three men who made that departure -- taking their last small steps,
their last great leaps from the lunar surface -- mark that occasion?
What parting words did they leave to the moon, and to their fellow humans, and to history?
<snip>
If my wife had been there, the last words would have been:
"Wait, I forgot to turn off the coffee pot"
I think that WAS generic!!
can I be rude and ask how much per bottle you pay?
Tril, hows your diet? What are you eating everyday? Are you getting enough protein at every meal?
Tril, hows your diet? What are you eating everyday? Are you getting enough protein at every meal?
Probably not. I'm eating a lot of grains and those veggie burgers that you buy frozen and heat up-----but only b/c I've been too lazy to eat well and I don't trust frozen meat burgers you can microwave. I feel really good on Atkins but it's very expensive...all that meat...cheese; but I feel good and energized when I do it.
Iron supplements are pretty cheap and can be had OTC. Might be a good place to start. After I had the baby, I was anemic enough to be at "needs a blood transfusion" levels and I felt exhausted, but taking iron supplements helped perk me back up.
Iron supplements are pretty cheap and can be had OTC. Might be a good place to start. After I had the baby, I was anemic enough to be at "needs a blood transfusion" levels and I felt exhausted, but taking iron supplements helped perk me back up.
How long did it take before you felt better?
I think that WAS generic!!
can I be rude and ask how much per bottle you pay?
Not rude at all. I don't remember exactly, I got it at Costco. It was like $18 or $20 or so.
It's hard to say since I was also recovering from a C-section and dealing with a newborn, but... probably a month? My blood was literally the consistency of Kool-Aid and I didn't have the energy for much of anything. I'm still taking them four months later. There's iron in the multivitamin I take, but if I stop taking an additional supplement I can feel the exhaustion set in within a day or two.
My husband takes B12 vitamins and they help his energy level a lot. Maybe just start with a good multi?
My sis and I are fighting and we're not getting anywhere with reconciliation.
So sorry to hear, MTP. :(
Went to the doc last night, I've got an pharyngitis with an upper respiratory infection. Oh and did I mention I had balloon sinuplasty and a tonsillectomy only 20 days ago? Yup, recovery is going so well.
Again, so sorry to hear, MTP. :( I hope you'll on the road of recovery and stay on it.
Hale yeah! I keep remembering i'm off work all next week. It will be scramble time when we go back but it's worth it for the break. On a football Sunday, I remember reasons to like my job. :)
I just learned that the indigenous people of Vancouver Island are the Kwakwaka'wakw.
Go on, say it. Three times, if you still aren't smiling.
Their village is on banks of the NicNakPadiWak River.
It's there so everyone can see when the old man comes rolling home.
Is it really frightening or really hilarious how the gun-nut crazies are going absolutely berserk at the slightest hint that some sort of gun control (i.e. more than we have) has been given leverage in light of the most recent massacre?
We have examples of a couple of them here. If the cellar is a microcosm of the world, then you can maybe make projections on the ratio of gun-nuttiness to responsible, thinking, intelligent gun owners in this country.
Let the foots and the likes in the world have their guns. You hear no nutty crazy blatherings from those who aren't, well, nutty crazy. You know, the ones who give the impression of severe post-traumatic stress, 'shell-shockiness' or just plain inexplicable and complicated nuttiness.
The nuts have convinced me who the dangerous owners are: most likely to start shooting from their cabin on top of Paranoia Hill at anyone approaching in case they are there to talk about reasonable gun laws. Talk about it? Have those difficult conversations? No, not until their guns are pried from their cold...eh, you know the rest.
Yee-haw.
The gun-nuts are losing the PR battle.
... and eventually guns will either be banned completely,
or there will be more and more Ruby Ridge events.
One way or the other they are the losers.
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The only possible alternative I see is for the so-called "sane gun owners"
to begin dialog with the rest of the community, to get rational gun control.
For example, given a man who has a wife and children, and he wants to have his guns,
but she sees danger and wants to protect her children and herself.
Which is more important, life and freedom from fear ... or... owning a gun ?
Whose rights will prevail ?
If sane gun owners can not answer such a question, guns will eventually be banned completely.
There are at least two kinds of gun nuts in this country, those who crazily arm themselves hoping for Armageddon and those who believe the country can be disarmed. You need both kinds to get Ruby Ridge/Waco events. In a country as thoroughly awash with arms as the US you won't get confiscation because it would be a bloodbath. Ibby was on to the problem/answer in one of the gun threads. We have to address the cultural problem of gun fetishists of which we have more than one type.
There are at least two kinds of gun nuts in this country, those who crazily arm themselves hoping for Armageddon and those who believe the country can be disarmed. You need both kinds to get Ruby Ridge/Waco events. In a country as thoroughly awash with arms as the US you won't get confiscation because it would be a bloodbath. Ibby was on to the problem/answer in one of the gun threads. We have to address the cultural problem of gun fetishists of which we have more than one type.
I agree with most of your post, except it was not people opposed to guns
that brought about Ruby Ridge... it was the government.
The gun-nuts cannot not win such fights.
I'm not saying there is only one way.
A large part of the "cultural problem" is already being overcome... gradually.
People are law-abiding, and there lies the current support of "gun rights".
But gun owners are being seen more and more as a reactionary minority.
A change in the interpretation of the 2nd Amendment will be
advocated and accepted as a matter of individual safety and
for the "public good", so blood-bath confiscations are not inevitable.
Rational gun owners can either help solve problems, or lose their war.
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A change in the interpretation of the 2nd Amendment will be
advocated and accepted as a matter of individual safety and
for the "public good", so blood-bath confiscations are not inevitable.
I think you're going to have to get an amendment to the Constitution to do this part successfully. You will always have holdouts who will feel their mini Armageddons are supporting a Constitutional principle. With an amendment it would be their fellow citizens limiting their rights not an "activist" judge.
The thing is, that part of the constitution was written when there was a strong desire to defend the nation entirely through a citizen militia. As opposed to a standing army alon the lines of the absolutist European model. Also as a bit of an inheritance from the British culture, whose obession with citizen militias and fear of standing armies was a regular political bugbear throughout the 18th and into the 19th century.
The inadequacy of citizen militias having proved itself time and again, America now has one of the largest and best funded armies in the history of mankind.
Citizen militias were in part a defence against a possibly overweaning state. But they were never meant to be a potential defence against a massive standing army. They were supposed to negate the need for such. And they were supposed to be armed with a firelock rifle by their hearth, which would be picked up and put down again as needed in defence of their freedom.
At no point could the people who drafted that constitutional right and obligation have forseen the destructive power of modern weapons, nor the existence of such a well-armed population running alongside a gargantuan standing army, set within the context of a seemingly ever increasing militarism in popular culture.
Nor could they have envisaged a time when an individual of ordinary means could easily achieve an arsenal to rival of that of an entire militia regiment.
Indeed, I think this brings up the strange reverence that many Americans have for the constitution. The Founding Fathers may well have been "right" for their time, but things change - technology, economics, culture, human behaviour. Yet some people (remember Radar? He was way out like this) take it as axiomatic that The Constitution Is Always Right.
The argument then becomes about interpretations of the constitution, which are generally ways of trying to bend it to what each protagonist thinks it should mean.
It reminds me a little of rabbinical debates, where you start from a given text and build interpretations upon it. You may argue the interpretations, but must not challenge the master text.
Not every one is like this, but it's a common pattern.
The Constitution became a quasi-religious document during the Civil War when religious rhetoric was used to justify the immense loss of life. Lincoln created a permanent Union from an organization often seen as a temporary convenience by his contemporaries. People who call this a Christian nation often look to that rhetoric for ammunition in the culture war. It is quite impossible for some religious to separate their God(s) from their Country or its founding documents. That said, we do have an often ignored Constitutional mechanism that would be very appropriate to use especially when addressing questions specific to previous language.
I know that, by virtue of its title, this thread cannot be found guilty of thread drift, but if it could, I'd say this level of coherent conversation would be thread-drifted-out-to-sea.
It was beautiful, really. Who knew me avoiding the gun threads to express my latest observation on the subject while shielding myself from a cruel attack would result in an actual conversation?
I guess it's hard to transport a huge arsenal from thread to thread. ;)
Now i must venture out into huge snow drifts, hit the bank, the grocery, and get some books to stick my nose in. If only i had a fireplace i would be uber content. :)
It was beautiful, really. Who knew me avoiding the gun threads to express my latest observation on the subject while shielding myself from a cruel attack would result in an actual conversation?
I guess it's hard to transport a huge arsenal from thread to thread. ;)
Now i must venture out into huge snow drifts, hit the bank, the grocery, and get some books to stick my nose in. If only i had a fireplace i would be uber content. :)
You're going OUT in this mess?
Darling, do check in. We worry. We worry.
Yes, don't disappear beneath the drifts ... outside it is Robert Frost beautiful; our woods are filling up with snow. But OUT I am not going ... staying in and making butter tarts (see other thread).
must have recipe for butter tarts....
Well ... here's a basic version. Be careful; in the wrong hands it can be dangerous. In the right hands it can be even more dangerous, leading to matrimony and all sorts of complications.
More advanced versions involve maple syrup, rum or brandy, and puff pastry and can only be contemplated by adepts in the art.
Basic Beginner's Butter Tarts (BBB Tarts)
Soak raisins in boiling water to plump; drain.
Line tart tins (muffin or mini-tart tins) with pastry of your choice.
Stir 1/4 cup melted butter into 1/2 cup of light brown sugar. Add 1 cup Crown corn syrup (this is a Canadian brand that is golden in color; neither light nor dark, like the Karo brands. If you can find golden corn syrup locally, get that), 2 eggs, 1 Tbsp vanilla, and 1 Tbsp lemon juice. Mix thoroughly.
Place several raisins in each lined tart shell and fill 2/3 full with corn syrup mixture.
Bake at 375 F for approximately 20 minutes (less in a convection oven).
The corn syrup mixture can be doubled and kept in the fridge for a few days to use as needed during holiday season, to provide fresh tarts when company arrives.
NOTE: Only raisins may be used if this is to be called a butter tart. No pecans allowed!!
NOTE 2: The perfect butter tart filling should be neither solid nor completely runny. It should be slightly chewy, with a tendency to run - but not like water.
NOTE 3: As noted above, variations include the use of different pastries, maple syrup instead of or along with corn syrup, and soaking the raisins in rum or brandy. The raisins are non-negotiable. If you can't stand raisins, use nothing at all and just enjoy the chewy, smooth, buttery texture of the filling by itself.
NOTE 4: This recipe will self-destruct in 5 days ... after which CSIS will seek me out and force me to clean the RCMP stables for divulging state secrets ... so use it wisely. Use it well. Above all, do not use pecans in it.
Oh, sorry. I've been home for hours. Reading and i took a nap. My car does great on the snow...little tiny car better than big giant truck, from what i could see. But i also know how to drive. Some woman was hanging out in the middle of the road in a busy intersection while some guy drove her car to get it unstuck. She was still all swervy and driving badly, and her car was another vw model so i would think it has the same safety features. She turned onto the ramp to the interstate and i hoped those were at least a little more clear than the roads in town. Many places are closed today...or were getting ready to close.
Well ... here's a basic version. Be careful; in the wrong hands it can be dangerous. In the right hands it can be even more dangerous, leading to matrimony and all sorts of complications.
More advanced versions involve maple syrup, rum or brandy, and puff pastry and can only be contemplated by adepts in the art.
Basic Beginner's Butter Tarts (BBB Tarts)
Soak raisins in boiling water to plump; drain.
Line tart tins (muffin or mini-tart tins) with pastry of your choice.
Stir 1/4 cup melted butter into 1/2 cup of light brown sugar. Add 1 cup Crown corn syrup (this is a Canadian brand that is golden in color; neither light nor dark, like the Karo brands. If you can find golden corn syrup locally, get that), 2 eggs, 1 Tbsp vanilla, and 1 Tbsp lemon juice. Mix thoroughly.
Place several raisins in each lined tart shell and fill 2/3 full with corn syrup mixture.
Bake at 375 F for approximately 20 minutes (less in a convection oven).
The corn syrup mixture can be doubled and kept in the fridge for a few days to use as needed during holiday season, to provide fresh tarts when company arrives.
NOTE: Only raisins may be used if this is to be called a butter tart. No pecans allowed!!
NOTE 2: The perfect butter tart filling should be neither solid nor completely runny. It should be slightly chewy, with a tendency to run - but not like water.
NOTE 3: As noted above, variations include the use of different pastries, maple syrup instead of or along with corn syrup, and soaking the raisins in rum or brandy. The raisins are non-negotiable. If you can't stand raisins, use nothing at all and just enjoy the chewy, smooth, buttery texture of the filling by itself.
NOTE 4: This recipe will self-destruct in 5 days ... after which CSIS will seek me out and force me to clean the RCMP stables for divulging state secrets ... so use it wisely. Use it well. Above all, do not use pecans in it.
thanks!
so...the 'no pecans for raisins' is pretty definite then, huh?
Yep. It's a Canadian thing. ;)
Yep. It's a Canadian thing. ;)
So let me get this straight: You Canadians would rather eat artificially plumped up raisins rather than pecans? Is this a part of your national identity, a show of stoicism or are you just punishing yourselves for putting a Maple leaf on your flag?
;)
Nice plump, juicy raisins ... hey, it's a northern country. Dried fruit, we use it, what can I say? We have lots of maple trees (and maple syrup, yum), but no pecan trees, sweetie. ;)
I will never borrow movies from the library again. I procrastinate way too much, and overdue fees are 2 bucks a day. I'm too embarrassed to tell you what I just wrote a check for...ok, it was 52 bucks. I had some books in there too, but they're only a quarter a day. I can't be trusted. Time just gets away from me. I'll stick with my 3 and five dollar movie purchases...I can put those in my ever-growing movie collection, and I've seen some doozies lately.
Don't they have online renewal? Next time, check the cost of replacement -sometimes it's just cheaper to tell them you lost it (only if they waive late fees when you pay to replace a lost item, obv.)
I know, and the same person who keeps forgetting to drop them off also forgets to renew online.
I have no place in normal society. ;)
I prefer to think of over-due books as my little way of helping finance my public library. I feel good about giving instead of feeling bad about being a procrastinator.
I usually do too, and our library can use the funds...but that one hurt! I swore to the 'brarian i will not check out any more movies.
I know, and the same person who keeps forgetting to drop them off also forgets to renew online.
I have no place in normal society. ;)
I have the same problems. Although I have a library card, I never use it cause I can't be trusted to return the books.
I usually do too, and our library can use the funds...but that one hurt! I swore to the 'brarian i will not check out any more movies.
I told my family NO MORE MOVIES, but the sprogs got a Blu-Ray player for their new lounge/entertainment area and we don't have any Blu-Ray DVDs.......
And I am already losing, buying these often second hand DVDs. At some point all will be higher tech than i got, like blue ray (what's after that some sort of beaming device?) And i don't think they will have the value of my brother's amazing record album collection.
But i love having them. I should count my dvds, right now! :lol:
I told my family NO MORE MOVIES, but the sprogs got a Blu-Ray player for their new lounge/entertainment area and we don't have any Blu-Ray DVDs.......
Do what I do, rent blu-ray dvds from redbox. :D Or shamelessly borrow blu-ray dvds from friends. :lol:
Slightly over 160 movies.
Indeed, I think this brings up the strange reverence that many Americans have for the constitution. The Founding Fathers may well have been "right" for their time, but things change - technology, economics, culture, human behaviour.
What we are trying to avoid is becoming England, where they haul you in and fine you for calling your neighbor an asshole. That won't fly here.:headshake
You might not get booked for calling your neighbour and arsehole, but your neighbour might sue you for it anyway. ;) Not sure which is worse to be honest.
What we are trying to avoid is becoming England, where they haul you in and fine you for calling your neighbor an asshole. That won't fly here.:headshake
Explain this please?
As a regular follower of
Arbroath, I regularly see stories of Brits being hit with ASBOs for stupid shit, like calling someone an asshole. Or the guy that was fined for littering because he dropped a 5£ note on the sidewalk (pavement) by accident. Just too bizarre stories, but they keep popping up.
If someone's been hit with an asbo for calling someone an asshole, then some of the story is missing. Most likely the two or three years of antisocial behaviour leading up to the incident in the report.
It's not that easy to get an asbo on someone. Once they've got one it is painfully easy to extend or add more stuff (for apparent further breaches the standard of evidence required is pathetically low).
What you have to understand is that in the UK pretty much everybody lives cheek by jowl.
I don;t agree with the asbo system, I didn't agree with them when they were brought in a decade ago, but I recognise there needed to be some sort of recourse, particularly for people living on estates that were being made into hellholes by a few individuals or families.
Do what I do, rent blu-ray dvds from redbox. :D Or shamelessly borrow blu-ray dvds from friends. :lol:
How is this cheaper/better than borrowing them from the library at no charge?
How is this cheaper/better than borrowing them from the library at no charge?
I never knew we could borrow dvds at the library. :right:
Or the guy that was fined for littering because he dropped a 5£ note on the sidewalk (pavement) by accident. Just too bizarre stories, but they keep popping up.
The chap that dropped £10 by mistake was a spun story. You have to remember what our press are like and once something has been mis-reported they all pick it up and run with it without checking the source...
The chap did drop £10, but also other litter. He happened to be in front of some police (perhaps PCSOs) who pointed this out. He picked up the money but then dropped the other litter back on the ground. He refused to pick up what he had dropped (deliberately this time) more than once, was warned, and
then fined.
Don't get me wrong, there are some bizarre cases out there.
But I believe there are more tales twisted to raise outrage and make good headlines.
Yeah, try to remember the nature of printed news in Britain. Newsnight runs a story without checking its facts and people end up resigning. But the papers can just make up whatever they want or take a little nugget of something and whip it into a story to outrage their readers.
Think Fox News in paper form and you have about 80% of the red tops and 30% of the broadsheets covered.
Yeah, I'm aware Dana, most of the ridiculous shit he posts is from the US with an occasional Aussie thrown in. But this whole ASBO thing is pretty bizarre just for the fact that it exists. Antisocial Behavio(u)r is certainly one of the most subjective aspects of society, and this smacks of witch hunts.
That was very much the fear when they were brought in. In truth the people most likely to find themselves caught up with asbos are youngsters who could most likely have been reached and diverted from criminality with better provision and support systems in place.
They're being phased out in favour of some new type of provision. Not sure how the new one works.
I was always against them myself, and considered them another rod to beat an already disenfranchised underclass, but then the people living on estates in the area I represented thought they were a good idea. They wanted to see them used more often and policed better. Their biggest complaint against asbos was that they didn't do what they were supposed to do (i.e keep the drug dealing burglar with a propensity to light fires away from their estate) because they were not sufficiently policed.
A holiday song from the cellar cookie jar:
Deck us all with Boston Charlie,
Walla Walla, Wash., an' Kalamazoo!
Nora's freezin' on the trolley,
Swaller dollar cauliflower, alleygaroo!
Don't we know archaic barrel,
Lullaby Lilla Boy, Louisville Lou.
Trolley Molly don't love Harold,
Boola boola Pensacoola hullabaloo!
- Walt Kelly
Sunshine on my shoulders
Gives me sunburn
Sunshine in my eyes
Can make me blind
Sunshine on the water
Makes it lukewarm
Sunshine almost always gets me high.
Sunshine on my shoulders
Gives me sunburn
Sunshine in my eyes
Can make me blind
Sunshine on the water
Makes it lukewarm
Sunshine almost always gets me high.
I saw Jose Feliciano sing that on Merv Griffin, I think it was. He was very funny.
I'm looking at adopting!
He's a 2 year old male named Toby. There was another family about to adopt him but the reneged and are now getting a divorce instead. So, lucky me!
He has kind of golden blonde hair. He's potty trained (99.9%), and crate trained. They think he's a dachshund/dandie dinmont terrier mix, and he's so perfect sounding. Della and I should get to meet him on Sunday and hopefully we'll know more. Its a serious rescue though, so they do the whole couple of visits and home visit and then the foster mom has to approve me. I'm really nervous and I've never been through this process before. I know I know, its not the right time financially...but he sounds like the right dog. There will not be another dog like him and if he gets along with Della, then I'm not going to be able to say no. I've done the pros and cons, and the only real con is my finances are still a little shaky after my pro-longed surgery recovery. I owe my parents a bit of money so they aren't for the idea, but they'll just have to understand. Della needs a brother and its not been the "right time" for 3 years this June. I just don't feel like an opportunity like this one is gonna happen again for me. I have the cash for it, I just have to give my parents a good chunk as a show of good faith.
Sorry for being so me-centric.
Oh and my psychiatrist is sorta against it thinking it'll be too much stress, but I think it will be the good kind of stress. Besides, what does that pill dispenser know?
:eek:
... hey, wait a minute ...
:lol:
This isn't post-whoring, MTP, that's worth it's own thread.
:eek:
... hey, wait a minute ...
:lol:
This isn't post-whoring, MTP, that's worth it's own thread.
Naww, no one cares that much I'm sure.
BS, sistah. Gettin a new dawg is totally threadworthy.
Naww, no one cares that much I'm sure.
*blinks*
I call bullshit. I will always want to know about people's dogs.
MTP is channeling a Jewish grandmother, "Don't worry about me, I'll just sit here in the dark..."
Dear Facebook friends,
If you want to stay privately connected with me, FFS just PM me, it's real easy. Or drop me an email. or call me.........
are you ashamed of our relationship? :cry:
Or are you just a bit stupid?
Facebook is like a public restroom. ZMaybe in an upscale club -depending on the caliber of your "friends", but it's still public (and full of old, old graffiti that's really not worth c&ping because everybody but you has seen it before)
It is not the place to share anything that it would hurt you for somebody to find. It's ridiculously easy for people to "stalk" you there, this is nothing new. If this is your paranoia, it's not the place for you...snd really, please just get off the internet. You must know some nerd/geek types who give you the shudders. They are the people who can find anything you ever posted in any place on the intrnet. So if you don't want them to read it, just don't post it. facebook is too easy for them, trust me. my cat could stalk you on facebook. (if he wasn't so distracted by all the twittering)
Zen and Dani, your wish is my command:
http://www.cellar.org/showthread.php?t=28494
And F3, don't worry about me, I've got a candle and blanket and you've got your family and work. You're so busy all the time I hardly see you, I doubt you have any time left over for me. I'll be fine, just fine. Oh, your Uncle Abraham says, "Hi." You really should call him.
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Is there an official record for the amount of mucous produced by one sinus in 24 hours? Cause I think I'd be a contender if I had been stockpiling this gunk.
Dear Facebook friends,
If you want to stay privately connected with me, FFS just PM me, it's real easy. Or drop me an email. or call me.........
are you ashamed of our relationship? :cry:
Or are you just a bit stupid?
Facebook is like a public restroom. ZMaybe in an upscale club -depending on the caliber of your "friends", but it's still public (and full of old, old graffiti that's really not worth c&ping because everybody but you has seen it before)
It is not the place to share anything that it would hurt you for somebody to find. It's ridiculously easy for people to "stalk" you there, this is nothing new. If this is your paranoia, it's not the place for you...snd really, please just get off the internet. You must know some nerd/geek types who give you the shudders. They are the people who can find anything you ever posted in any place on the intrnet. So if you don't want them to read it, just don't post it. facebook is too easy for them, trust me. my cat could stalk you on facebook. (if he wasn't so distracted by all the twittering)
Yes, yes, and thrice yes.
One of my cousins gets herself into regular flaps over facebook. She freaked my mum out at one point by passing a message via someone else in the family (no, I dont know why she didnt just phone, they're a weird bunch) to say be careful because people can see if you've been on their page. Since mum had spent a little time, out of morbid curiosity looking at her sister's widower's page and really did not want the bastard to know she had been, this upset a her a lot.
Mum doesn't engage in facebook, except to go and have a quick gander at some of the family's pages just to see what everyone's up to. She doesn't post, she just looks. If she wants to talk to them she picks up the phone. Or she looks at entertainment gossip pages and star's profiles etc. I had to go find her some stuff online that categorically showed the notion of people seeing who has looked at their page to be a total scam, else she was just not going to go back on again.
The other week I get a fb message from said cousin informing me, just in case I wasn't aware of it, that my page is set to public. I thanked her (whatever) for letting me know, but told her my page is intentionally set to public. Next thing I know I am getting bombarded by instructions on how to make my profile or posts private in order to protect other peoples' privacy. Along with suggestions that if I am going to keep my page public, then I shouldn't post responses to things on other people's timelines if they are private.
She totally fell out with another cousin over it.
Seriously, get fucked and do some reading eh?
How many times does this sort of thing have to crop up, go viral and then get proved false before the automatic response changes from 'post this to everybody I know', to 'google this and see if it's a scam'?
Have I mentioned recently that I really hate fuckfacebook?
Sure, it was your last status update.
The only thing I do on facebook, is play farmville, and pot farm. And I don't do that very often. If you go to my facebook page and I am there it is Keryx playing on my farms.
Have I mentioned recently that I really hate fuckfacebook?
Sure, it was your last status update.
ftw! Well played sir.
What's facebook?
This, from someone with three feet....
I know, you just thought he waas ugly, but that where he keeps the third one. footsie, I sent you a verruca request on your footbook page......
I know, you just thought he waas ugly, but that where he keeps the third one. footsie, I sent you a verruca request on your footbook page......
That's corny of you.
Tonight's episode of Once Upon a Time stressed me the hell out! Arrgghhh!
What happened? Was there a baby injured or something? I've never seen the show.
Sympathetic milk let-down alert!
MTP is channeling a Jewish grandmother, "Don't worry about me, I'll just sit here in the dark..."
you're killing tonight.
eta: sorry. You were killing it on the fifth. I'm behind in my cellar reading coz I've been so busy on facebook...
:lol: Nah, no imperiled babies -- just a crushing blow to my favorite love story on the show. After 30+ episodes I'm perhaps more emotionally invested in the characters than is mentally healthy. The basic premise of the show is that fairytale characters have been cursed to live in our world-- where there are no happy endings. I think I'm hooked because it appeals to the side of me that grew up on Disney movies (Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, Pinocchio, etc.) AND the part that grew up watching Spanish language telenovelas (love and revenge! attempted murders! evil twins framing the good twins! etc.)
I really like Once Upon a Time!
Rumplestiltskin is teh awsum.
Dana--I had to do a study on Rumple. It's a thoroughly American tale back when the Dutch ruled New York and the Hudson Valley. There are a lot of interesting tid bits in the story that explain that it is NOW (20 years later after R. fell asleep) a New Country and not a colony of England. It's good stuff.
Trilby -- Rumplestiltskin is a German fairy tale. Are you thinking of Rip Van Winkle?
Dana -- Rumple's my favorite character on the show. I love how his search to find Baelfire is the catalyst for everything else.
I started off enjoying Once Upon a Time. We would DVR it, and the character limit or maybe our laziness made us list it as Once Up. So we always refer to it as Once Up.
But we stopped watching it because the story line, which started off so well, started getting so many twists and turns in it that it's taken the fun out of it. It would be good as a 6 hour miniseries, I think.
Ancient Chinese torture: sit next to a loud ticking clock... TICK...TOCK...TICK...TOCK...TICK...TOCK........
Terry Pratchett's cruel refinement, as designed by Lord Vetinari ...
Sit in the waiting room of his office, with a clock with a loud but slightly irregular tick.
TICK ... TICK ... TICK ...... TICK ... TICK ... TICK ... TICK ..... TICK ... TICK ... TICK ... TICK ..... TICK ...
Damn, sir, that is evil.
That is evil. I can imagine it. Feeling my BP going up. :thepain:
Maybe you just haven't listened long enough to discern the time signature...
I love our extremely loud ticking clock. The only time it's annoying is when it chimes the hour at night just as we're settling into a show on TV. The chime usually comes in that first 1 minute long segment with the joke that's supposed to pull you in to the show. Drowns out the tv.
Seattle's Best go out of business? Not every variety available in my store, so I had to go up one number ..
Seattle's Best go out of business? Not every variety available in my store, so I had to go up one number ..
I haven't heard any news about Seattle's Best going out of business, though they were purchased by Starbucks. Another local coffee brand was recently sold out of bankruptcy--Tully's. The fella from Grey's Anatomy led the investor group that had the winning bid--despite the fact that the competing bid from Starbucks was $1 million more.
Starbucks is teh evil in England now.
They've been "legally avoiding" tax, ie not paying any due to fancy-schmancy accountants.
Went down badly among harried commuters.
The shops took a huge hit in sales. Oops.
Cue "voluntary payment even though we didn't break the law ever, not never."
Har har har sez I. Not allowed coffee anyway.
(Shel, I gave me card to my SIL - they're off to Alaska this year and she likes their cold drinks.)
I was pleased when I was in Canterbury one morning and the Starbucks took my US issued Starbucks card with $10 on it and deducted whatever the cost of two lattes was in the local funny money currency.
I got distracted above. I really came to this thread to report that I got stuck in a Metro elevator this morning. But they eventually got me out.
How long were you in there?
I got stuck in my apartment elevator once. I had placed a delivery order with a local pita shop just before getting in, and it was really weird to have to call them back and ask them to please delay my order as I was currently stuck in an elevator and would not be able to accept my pita.
There were technicians on site already for some reason. So it was only about 5 minutes. Well, it felt like 5 minutes, so it was probably only 3 minutes.
Glatt, glad to hear they were good to you in Canterbury. Did they tell you any tales? (snigger.)
I've no issue with the staff. The company got a well deserved cunt-punt though.
We might be a bit pinko and liberal compared to other countries, but we vote with our feet. Fuck you if you don't contribute to the NHS.
Then again, Amazon is in the same septic pool. I don't buy from them, but Limey does and I'm not sending back the teas she bought me ;)
We vote with our feet too. Chick-Fil-A was boycotted by liberals for some political asshattery they were doing, and then the conservatives felt bad for them so they lined up around the block to show those darn liberals a thing or two.
Were the two things Lumberjim's balls?
just testing something totally ignore this. i said ignore it stop the fuck reading already
yup :( hotmail ia screwing with me. I knew it
Weird because gmail keeps sending me emails that say, "Who's your daddy?"
I'm into my third day of a nasty headache. Took my BP and it's 150/100. I think I've discovered the cause of my headache. I guess it's time to start taking the medication again. It's been really good for the last couple of months, but stress has been high over the last couple of weeks, so I guess that's why it's high. Anyway, hopefully it'll be under control again within a couple of days and this blasted headache will leave me the hell alone.
Sorry to hear that - bad headaches are the worst, but at least you've figured out the reason.
I am having a fruit and veg day today, to cancel out my weeknd "treat" of a McDonalds breakfast. And no, I didn't enjoy it, having not eaten there for too long now.
My belly is boiling and roiling with the sharp change in direction.
I think I am mostly passing cherries at the moment. They come through on express delivery.
At least I'll feel clean and healthy tomorrow and back on track to be a size 18 by the end of the month.
I had prunes and custard last week one afternoon. They took the express through too. lol Not pretty at the time I can tell you.
You're doing great Sundae. :) It's ok to treat yourself now and then. Maybe next time something from the bakery instead though huh? Maccas is never a good option as a treat if you've been a healthy diet for a period of time. hehe
BP is down to 135/90, so still high, but somewhat better. Headache is more or less gone, so that's definitely better.
Remember those barstools I was bitching about ages ago who just can't seem to pay up? Well, they finally paid today after getting their invoice/expenses from Dazza last October!
Some people are forking arseholes.
I lost my job today. Don't worry though, I got my tax return back, my parents are gonna help all they can, my mom even assured me I would not have to give up Toby. I think the old woman is in love. I've already applied for a new job and I'm happy :)
Good for you mtp. :). One door closes and another one opens. Xx
My favorite salsa got discontinued, so I'm experimenting with new ones.
The one I bought most recently is too hot. It is also too watery, so I wasn't going to award it the prize of My New Favorite Salsa anyway, but defects in viscosity aside, this stuff is really hot. And I know from hot.
Except I'm too stubborn to throw out a barely-eaten jar of salsa. So I'm eating it dip by tiny dip, and my tongue is paying the price right now.
Can't you thicken it up, and calm it down, by adding some sort of tomato paste/sauce?
Where else to put this?
Worlds oldest d20 found.
http://news.cnet.com/8301-17938_105-57547697-1/ancient-d20-die-emerges-from-the-ashes-of-time/
sweet! that isiotd-worthy, i think.
when I saw the post I thought you must mean something else called a d20. now I need pictures of all the sides so i can replicate one in clay if I ever get back to pottery.
My OT was impressed with my ability to distinguish between diffent dice by touch with my "bad hand".
Great excuse that .....oh sorry, love, that was my bad hand......baaaaad hand, don't do that again! ;)
It's like alien hand syndrome!
You'll be back to doing Chisenbop in no time!
I go for walks on my lunch hour. Today I went into a neighborhood supermarket that I've always walked past because it looks like you could get shot in there. It was actually pretty nice inside. The seafood section was pretty cheap, but they were selling fish I never heard of. So when I got back to the office, I looked up Butterfish. Apparently there are two kinds of Butterfish. There's the good Butterfish, which is kind of like a flounder, which was what I saw at this store, and there's the bad Butterfish. The bad Butterfish is an alternative name sometimes given to Escolar. The two fish look nothing alike. Now Escolar, I see, is a very delicious fish. Tastes rich,like butter. But when you eat more than about 5 ounces of it, you get orange oil leaking uncontrollably out of your anus for a few days.
So if you ever buy Butterfish make sure you get the correct kind.
Good:
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So you make a your own butter?
TMI - I shat myself yesterday.
Made it to my brother's because I knew I was holding something in that would not stay contained. Walking up the stairs to the bathroom I vented a little with every step.
Had to call home & ask Dad to come pick me up. With a towel to clothe my nether regions in. Knickers, tights, skirt - all affected.
Oh, also - hairdresser (booked weeks ago) gave me an Anne Hathaway.
My bosoms may be shrinking, but I am not ready for a boy-cut.
Sigh. Not a great day, yesterday.
:eek:
Bad butterfish. Bad. Or is it buttfish, as autocorrect just attempted to term it?
I'm tired and still lots to do. I have a several bunches of flowers, don't know how to arrange them. :( okay, gotta to get off my butt and move, just gotta get motion going....
get off my butt and move, just gotta get motion going....
Butterfish will do that to one.
Anal leakage... Yum.
Talk slow, I'm listening...
Helen Mirren saw me and wanted my hair.
Don't believe her when she said it was Sophie from Top Model. It was me.
Keith Urban looks like a bobblehead.
Helen Mirren saw me and wanted my hair.
Don't believe her when she said it was Sophie from Top Model. It was me.
We have so much in common! Helen Mirren saw me and wanted me. Don't believe her when she said I was stalking her. She's just not used to commitment.
Are Infi, you and I the only ones here today?
Don't care, having fun.
Sorry babba.
You are the bicycle my fish needs, didn't mean to miss you out.
I only just walked through the door.
Well, what do you think about Keith Urban's bobblehead appearance?
He looks so masculine with that scruff.
;)
I only just walked through the door.
You only have to.
Infi, I'm not sure I understand the term bobble-head. Sounds like someone with curly hair? My bad if it means something else.
nice arse, butterfish....
You only have to.
Infi, I'm not sure I understand the term bobble-head. Sounds like someone with curly hair? My bad if it means something else.
More bobblehead. Doesn't his head look like it's on a spring?
I think it's cause of how he wears his hair. It has to have his head tilted back a bit all the time cause otherwise it'll be in his eyes, but he doesn't want to look up at the sky, so he extends his neck forward to compensate. That's my explanation.
He must get some pretty good stress headaches from maintaining that position all the time though.
Also, I'm finding lately that if you don't read all the threads, even the non sense ones, you miss out on important stuff that's going on in people's lives.
Do you lot know how much pressure this puts on me to keep up? Don't you know I'm just a dumb aussie???
I heard a loud BOOM kind of sound last night. It sounded like gun shot. I wandered around my house and realized the wind was blowing fiercely so I must have heard someone's awning or something.
Then there were about 3 or 4 cop cars and a bambalance a few places down from mine. I tried to be sneaky and go out and see what I could see, but I figured if it had been a gun shot the guy/gal might be sneaking around and find me and force me inside and use me as a hostage. Which could be exciting or terrifying. I mean, it could go either way. ;)
Then I think maybe a car left the road and smashed into one of the cars parked on the front street. I went by this morning and there is a van with the front driver's side corner panel all smashed, but that could have already been like that.
Can't find out today: our town is too poor to produce a Tuesday paper. :rolleyes:
If a car did go off the road they had be skunky drunk because the roads were clear and there's a berm separating the residential street from the old highway (now County Road 34983479389347598374987348977282B.)
The new sauna is here!
The new sauna is here!
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The new sauna is here!
The new sauna is here!
We need a pic of you in it!
Cut foot holes and wear it to Walmart.
Cut foot holes and wear it to Walmart.
Only if you wear your tick and go as my date :love:
Nirv, were you replying to Infi?
Was the kerfuffle your sauna being delivered?
If so I think you should apologise for being skunky drunk.
I've never seen a sauna like that. I didn't know there were portable ones.
I am not sure how to react to it. I'm tempted to laugh, but at the same time, there are times I've got a chill in my bones and it looks like it would be really cozy. Is there a comfortable chair in there? Do you set it up in front of the TV and just hang out all evening? I'd probably like to do that. But just look at it. It's ridiculous! I'm so torn.
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LMAO Glatt! Steam Saunas similar to this were standard equipment in the old fashioned gyms. This is an infrared dry heat. Yes you sit in it with your head out the top covered or not. 45 minutes is optimal sauna time. This sauna cost $160. Compare to a fabulous 5 person sauna that I may get when [if] I build a new house at $4000. This works just the same and I can watch TV. :) If I want to take it down it takes 5 minutes and fits in a bag.
I think this kind of sauna was in a James Bond film once upon a time.
Why do I keep thinking it's Thursday? :eyebrow:
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Why do I keep thinking it's Thursday? :eyebrow:
It is Thursday!
Why do I keep thinking it's Thursday? :eyebrow:
Long weekend for Dead Presidents Day?
Just finished 22.11.63
I think.
It's hard to get the date right in that format. Weird since 24 hour clock was such a logical and easy transition for me.
Anyway, will write it up (don't get too excited) in the book thread.
Just pleased I finished it.
Because it was a (secondhand) hardback and was weighing my bag down. And Diz tries to attack books if I am reading with the duvet tented on my knees. Paperbacks I can hold. Hardbacks get knocked out of my hands.
It was a fun book too. Nice to see King revisiting old themes.
There was a prisoner episode, I'm pretty sure where he is locked in one and the heat is turned up to 11. Maybe Austin Powers?
I'm sleeping pretty well despite my quitting all of my depression/bipolar/sleep meds.
The sleeping sounds like a good strategy in that case.
Moar, is it wise to stop all your meds in one fell swoop?
My mom left her 4 inch clogs at the base of the stairs. I was carrying down the vacuum and luckily was stepping down slowly. Almost twisted my ankle as I stepped on one, falling down slowly with the vacuum and all. I was like, "Oh my god! Why the heck did you leave 4 inch clogs at the base of the stairs?!!?" I was yelling while rubbing my ankle on the ground. My mom retorted that they have been there and that I'm only complaining because I stepped on it. Yes, it was my fault. :rolleyes:
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First good night in too long. I could stand more of this.
Some of the shit people post on facebook is just so....annoying? Trite? vomitworthy?
This one popped up in someone's feed today. I don't really know this person. We attended the same school and in a flurry of befriending upon first joining fb, she ended up on my friends list. Her feed seems to be a mix of crystal waving nonsense and anti-muslim humour. Strange.
http://www.myangelcardreadings.com/unicornwisdomFrom the link:
Unicorns are both Magical and Wise
How can they help you today?
Below you will find a deck of 50 oracle cards
Each card has a "One Word" Message
You can either ask the Unicorns to give you a word which they think will be significant for you in some way,
OR you can ask about a certain personal situation that you would like guidance or inspiration on.
Take a few moments to look at the cards, then close your eyes for a short time and ask the Unicorns to guide you to the card with the word that they think is relevant or helpful for you.
When you open your eyes, click on the first card that your instinct takes you to.
The word that comes up will be your guiding hint for today!
Cut foot holes and wear it to Walmart.
made me spit-laugh.
Her feed seems to be a mix of crystal waving nonsense and anti-muslim humour. Strange.
http://www.myangelcardreadings.com/unicornwisdom
Not at all strange. Everyone knows the Muslims killed all the unicorns.
My guiding word today is flexibility.
Maybe I should change to looser clothing.
My guiding thought for the day is Muslims killed all the unicorns!?!?!?!?!
I KNEW it!\
I thought it was because they missed Noah's boat----remember that song === Irish singers I think....oldie.
Don't give cats even a tiny bit of the juice you might pour off when cooking ground beef, even if you let it go cold and remove the fat.
The old Chinese guy said not to...
I have a coupoe of balls of yarn at my place if anyone's interested. :)
I have a coupoe of balls of yarn at my place if anyone's interested. :)
Oh oh oh
Sent by thought transference
I am tired of winter I want to fast forward to bitching about how hot it is! :eyebrow:
Yup. I just got back in from Carrot's morning walk and my ears are stinging with the cold.
Once upon a time, someone posted some pictures from an artist who was painting robots into "classic" artwork they had gotten at thrift stores. I've searched with both the cellar search tool and site-specific google, but I can't find it. Anyone know where it is?
I remember monsters/dinosaur, not robots......
Once upon a time, someone posted some pictures from an artist who was painting robots into "classic" artwork they had gotten at thrift stores. I've searched with both the cellar search tool and site-specific google, but I can't find it. Anyone know where it is?
Robots.nice find, bruce.
Clod-thinking of investing in art? I'm just wondering why you'd think of that. I hate dystopian landscapes. You like?
No no, I just discovered that an old friend of mine does the exact same thing, and I was thinking it might have been his paintings that I remembered being posted here so long ago. I had been thinking it was an IoTD, but it was probably the link that Bruce posted, in the "cool links" thread or something. My friend's paintings are not full of destructive laser-eyes like the ones in the link, they're mostly like a giant robot sitting under a tree contemplating a flower, that sort of thing.
Robot contemplating a flower is better...but I'm still pretty anti-robot.
No no, I just discovered that an old friend of mine does the exact same thing, and I was thinking it might have been his paintings that I remembered being posted here so long ago. I had been thinking it was an IoTD, but it was probably the link that Bruce posted, in the "cool links" thread or something. My friend's paintings are not full of destructive laser-eyes like the ones in the link, they're mostly like a giant robot sitting under a tree contemplating a flower, that sort of thing.
I remember seeing those paintings too. I thought they were clever.
Tampa on boil water warning because a squirrel chewed through a powerline at the water treatment plant. I have to keep reminding myself not to drink tap water.
The Bobblehead Strikes Again.
Maybe it's the crappy hair cut. There is just something so 'off' about him. Like those monkeys who play the Olsen girls: little tiny bodies and big giant floppy heads.
I'll be here all week. Try the caviar in your Oscar Gift Bags.
Tampa on boil water warning because a squirrel chewed through a powerline at the water treatment plant. I have to keep reminding myself not to drink tap water.
this is one of those problems that solves itself. don't bother worrying about remembering to boil the tap water first. If you forget and drink some unboiled tap water, you'll be reminded later. Problem solved.
Here's one for the ladies.
How many here have been stuck at home for one reason or another (mine is because Eva is crook) and found they're out of tampons, so have gone through every handbag, drawer, travel bag and even the car console, in order to build up a stash to last for a day or two?
Is it just me, or are we all idiots?
Nope.
Implant, baby, that's the way to go.
But I do get your pain. Have been the same way with migraine meds. Literally crawling round the house in pain and hurt, barely able to see, pawing in potential hidey-holes and finally accepting I am simply going to die.
Or going away without coldsore cream - feeling that tingle and knowing I have no other option but to let it bloom like the cankerous flower it is.
Yeah, I'd like to raise my fist in solidarity, but I haven't had a period in almost 4 years now. I've dug around the house like that for Q-tips though. Can't deal with the inside of my ears being wet.
How does that happen? The amenorrhea, not the wet ears.
I have an IUD. The doctor said it's about 50/50 whether periods will continue or stop altogether while it's in there.
And I have a contraceptive implant that is good for three years.
You can feel it underneath the skin - I don't tend to as it makes me feel a bit queasy, but if anyone questions me I let them feel it.
It's not suitable for every woman, and some have to have it taken out for excessive bleeding. Me? I lucked out. No blood for ?six? years now. Just two little scalpel marks on my upper arm.
Oh yeah, I forgot the excessive bleeding can be a side effect too. I bled lightly for six weeks straight when it first went in, but then it stopped. Have an appointment to get it removed* next month, so we'll see what kind of deluge follows that...
*Not for purposes of impregnation, for those who might be worried. Mr. Clod's had a vasectomy, and I figured there's no reason to have a plastic object inside me if it's not necessary.
S'funny. From watching Merkin TV, IUDs seem the go-to solution.
I do not know anyone who has one. It's the pill or the three monthly injection.
Then again, I do not personally know anyone else who has the implant, despite me "selling" it for the last six years. I think that's the ick factor though.
So you're a cyborg.
I, for one, welcome etc.
IUD's and 'The Rod', are very common over here among women who have partners who worry about their manhood and stuff and wont get the snip.
I'll probably end up with an IUD, partly for that reason, and also a couple of others which I wont mention here cause they're probably just not anything anyone here would want to know about. lol Just the fact that I brought up tampons is almost too gross for some I think.
but the tampons... we want to know about that..
:snicker:
The bandolier is cool, I think that should be more common - we as a culture ought to de-mystify menstruation. Being jokingly open about carrying tampons is a start.
But I am rather disturbed by the ... device ... he is holding.
I actually came here to post, I like lychees. Partly, they are healthy and yummy, but also, I am amused by the confusion caused at the supermarket checkout ... "umm, what are these?"
I actually came here to post, I like lychees. Partly, they are healthy and yummy, but also, I am amused by the confusion caused at the supermarket checkout ... "umm, what are these?"
It's less amusing when asked the same question about broccoli, which has happened to me. (also with other somewhat common vegetables) Granted she was a young cashier in training, but still.
In our "big four" supermarkets they come pre-packed. So they have a barcode and there are no probs.
On the market you ask for them by name so again, no probs.
I do love me some lychees.
Hate the air-miles.
So I buy them by the box, figuring it's beetter that way.
Lychees are my second favourite fruit.
After cherries. But I try to hold off til they are in season.
Apart from anything else it does make them more special.
Who knows, perhaps Penny (my tree) might gift me one of two this year.
My son's new Boy Scout troop got a tour of the county jail. We convoyed over there, and I was expecting a hassle finding parking in this urban area, but was surprised when a scout in the lead car jumped out as we entered a parking garage that was unknown to me, and swiped the same transponder key as each car entered. I asked the other dad who had the key, and it turns out the troop leader is also a county judge. So we got an amazing tour of the jail, going basically everywhere. I was quite impressed. I don't ever want to go to jail, but if I ever do, I want to go there. Quiet and clean. Well run.
Sounds good, V.
We had a trip round the Police Station when we were Brownies (equiv Girl Scouts I think.) Including the cells. Scary.
Blimey I'm cold today.
Like really, seriously, bone-deep cold. I hate.
Coupla pics that don't fit anywhere else.
My gorge cat ring.
My nasty iron burn. Yes I am a clumsy mare. Glad I did the ironing though - burn is worth the points. I have long elegant fingers, but ugly hands.
I've been mistaken for glatt. this makes me flattered and happy today.
were your boys scared straight or did they just oooohhh at the spectacle?
Didn't see much of a reaction from the boys. The dads, myself included, were very interested in how the whole system worked. I was talking at length with the guy who ran the place.
My son was acting out A LOT for the rest of the day when we got home, so I wonder if it had scared him and he was looking for parental attention. There was one point that we were standing in the central area of a cell block, and inmates in their cells were looking quietly at us out the windows in their doors. I ignored them and forgot they were there, but I think the boys kept looking at them looking at us.
The thing that impressed me the most about the jail was how quiet and clean the place was, and how in control the guards were. Not in a tough guy bravado sort of way, but just simple matter of fact control. I felt perfectly safe. It's a sleek new modern place (almost 20 years old though.) The booking area was more like a doctor's waiting room or airport lounge than what I would think of as a jail. There were little rooms off to the sides where they could chain up an unruly person, but the rest of the booking area just looked like the most boring waiting room you have ever seen.
They said that the new jail has much better behaved inmates than the old jail did because the new jail feels more human. No bars anywhere. Heavy steel doors with bullet proof glass, but no bars.
Does anyone think NK is gonna nuke us?
Well Dennis Rodman says that they said they don't want war, so I think we're safe.
Thank heaven for Dennis Rodman, yessiree. Where would we be without his diplomatic chops and incisive analysis?
I'm frightened and cold. :worried:
I came here post I found my Mexican Fire opal earring I lost about a year ago. I rarely wear jewelry it might end up inside a cow this time of year.. but I found this in some stored clothes that I decided were going to GW.
Dennis Rodman is on my CDP list.
I only buy cheap earings. Im always losing them. More than likely they get sucked up into the vacume cleaner. So often I will hear that clink-clunk noise of something other than lint and dust getting sucked up, and I'll think...doh, there goes another one.
I know the sound of an antique porcelain Sake cup being smithereened in a sink disposal.
Does it sound like...victory?
I know the sound of an antique porcelain Sake cup being smithereened in a sink disposal.
Oh no! That would sound like ... a small death. Accompanied by a sinking heart and slight nausea.
Now I'm confused. Would it sound like victory or like an orgasm? A petit mort doesn't sound like crunching glass as far as I can recall. Unless you're really doin' it wrong, or you're really like, rusty and crunchy and stuff.
enjoyed this
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fuck shit bollocks. I try not to be superstitious/whatever, but I was listening to and enjoying that (not my usual listening preference) before I learned about Bri.
RIP, my friend.
I am so hungry right now and so much more lazier.
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I'm cooking a chicken simmer dish for dinner, and Max brought in 4 small chillis from the garden which I added.
They have a lot of punch. Glad the woosy non spicy people wont be dining with us tonight.
What the hell were Chip and Dale supposed to be, anyway? They're to Disney like Tweety Bird is to Looney Tunes: annoying and boring little troublemakers. Backstabbing lying fake-contrite little fuckers.
I always wished Sylvester would eat the crap out of Tweety. What a little asshole bird. There's a bright yellow beetle in town with Tweety bird crap all over it. How original. What I think would be funny would be to paint my beetle to look like Sylvester and just start following the Tweety car around town, see if anyone notices. See if Tweety gets the joke. I doubt it though.
I'm just amusing myself.
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Don't mess up your car. Someone will sell you a used one...
:lol:
Does that have an actual working jaw, and teeth? :)
That was just one of my snarky bits from my disjointed comedy routine. It segues into how i would order a nurse out if she had on tweety scrubs. "Get me that Daffy Duck nurse right now!"
I'll be here all week. Try the...Hey, where is everybody going?
Yeah, I always felt bad for Sylvester. And for Daffy, too. Bugs is kind of an asshole sometimes.
Bugs is the supreme asshole, but he usually has to be provoked. The problem is he's so good at it, overreaction usually comes to mind.
WhyTF did Warner Bros hate cats so much?
Because the statistics wonks told them everybody hates cats.
They were nicer to dogs. Sam Sheepdog had a job and everything. Barnyard Dawg didn't get much respect, but no one is a match for Foghorn.
Lookit here son, I say son, did ya see that hawk after those hens? He scared 'em! That Rhode Island Red turned white. Then blue. Rhode Island. Red, white, and blue. That's a joke, son. A flag waver. You're built too low. The fast ones go over your head. Ya got a hole in your glove. I keep pitchin' 'em and you keep missin' 'em. Ya gotta keep your eye on the ball. Eye. Ball. I almost had a gag, son. Joke, that is
Because the statistics wonks told them everybody hates cats.
:D
Road trip! Can you all get by without me for a week or two? Hope so. :driving:
I like your road trips. Have fun.
Been watching Monty Python, Almost the Truth.
Oh, except the Life of Brian ep that Dad deleted while I was away, thinking he'd taped it.
"It wasn't any good anyway" he says. Well, maybe not to him, but then he didn't care enough to series link it or watch the previous four episodes (there were five but I missed the first one.)
Gosh I love the Galaxy Song.
Eric Idle at his most Jewish.
Off to mow the lawn now, during this brief and questionable break in the rain.
Finished watching all the Almost Python eps now.
I have to remind myself that I do not know Michael Palin personally.
It just feels like it, having watched his excellent travel programmes and read his (published) diaries.
He hates the sobriquet "nice" Python. Perhaps because it seems to suggest he lucked into it without ambition. But he does have a steely cold intellect and highly developed sense of humour, both written and performed.
I'll join the hordes of people who would probably name him "Python I'd most like to have afternoon tea with" though. He comes second only to the lovely Mark Gatiss. And John Barrowman doesn't even feature; he's far too lively for tea and scones. Sushi, maybe.
All the kids are sick. Its after midnight and i have been up since 3am with one or all of them. Daryl says he's not feeling well now either.
I dont have the heart to tell them my throat is swelling and getting sore too, and even if i did, what difference would it make? Like all mothers, i still have to do the looking after of everyone else. Maybe someone will make me a cup of tea in the morning. :/ Probably wont be Aden. Just gave him more drugs. His temp is a little over 39.
Finished watching all the Almost Python eps now.
I have to remind myself that I do not know Michael Palin personally.
It just feels like it, having watched his excellent travel programmes and read his (published) diaries.
He hates the sobriquet "nice" Python. Perhaps because it seems to suggest he lucked into it without ambition. But he does have a steely cold intellect and highly developed sense of humour, both written and performed.
I'll join the hordes of people who would probably name him "Python I'd most like to have afternoon tea with" though. He comes second only to the lovely Mark Gatiss. And John Barrowman doesn't even feature; he's far too lively for tea and scones. Sushi, maybe.
I wonder what QI would have been like if they'd managed to convince Michael Palin to be the host.
I had such a crush on him when I was younger. I still think he's a very attractive man.
Oh look, here's an interview with him :) I love the Mark lawson interviews. Theyre really good.
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Had to make my own cup of tea. :(
Ali, that's shocking! I thought at the very least you'd have caught and trained a wild drop bear to do that shit for you.
I posted a funny in another thread and made myself giggle. And then it kept being funny so I laughed. And now Carrot is looking at me all quizzical like.
I didn't sleep well last night...it's all M's fault. If she wouldn't have gone out of town to a convention, this would have never happened!
Now I'll just need to console myself with hookers and blow...
My birthday was last week, and my wife gave me a very generous gift. We had gotten a $100 rewards card from the credit card, and she gave it to me to buy a tent. Now, the tent is a nice gift, but the real gift is that it meant she was willing to go camping sometimes.
So fast forward to yesterday when the tent arrived from Amazon. It's a very nice tent. Sold as a 3 person tent, but the reviews said it was kinda tight for 3 and really should be used by 2. That's what I wanted, so I was happy. The outside label of the box has a nice floor plan diagram showing the layout.
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Looks roomy and tall.
So we spread it out and set it up. And it doesn't seem very roomy. It's clearly a 2 person tent to me. You can see the floor size pretty clearly here where it's set up part way.
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So let's look at that floor plan again. Huh. Look at those numbers. The tent is just over 3 feet tall, but look at the silhouette dude standing next to it. He can't be much more than 4 feet. And those sleeping bags. Are they right?
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That silhouette dude is only 4' 9" and those mummy bags are only 4' 10" long. What a crock! It's like the Stonehenge in Spinal Tap that was in danger of being stepped on by dwarves. Your product won't look so small if you get midgets to pose with it.
The tent is a good size for a 2 person tent, so I'm happy with it. It's nice. But it seems like there should be a standard person size when showing the scale of these things. Something around 5' 10"
And here's a shot of the tent with a kid in it, reaching simultaneously for the zippers on both doors. Did I mention it has two doors? You don't have to climb over anyone to get in.
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Doesn't look so small with a little kid in it. They should get little kids to pose with the thing.
The picture and your childish emotions have no bearing on the veracity of their claims. An adult would look at the numbers, then check the tent floor with a precision tape measure which every tent checker should own. :haha:
Pictured is a standard 12 year old Asian worker at the tent factory.
I think it's one person per season, hence 3 person, 3 season. I see no problems here.
NEXT!
So, as some of you will know, I have a houseful of sick kids at the moment, although they're all on the get better side of it, so that's good. The bad part is I'm sick now, but I'm sure I'll live.
In other news, I got rear ended yesterday, and not in a good way. Yes scoff if you like, but getting run into by someone with no insurance is no good. The even worse part is that I feel sorry for the person that hit me! She's a single mother with two autistic kids, one of whom was in the car with her yesterday, so that was an ordeal in itself. The boy who was probably around 10, was in the front passenger seat, and he was thrown forward hard enough to smash the windscreen with his forehead. Somehow there was no blood. He had very thick hair, so maybe it sort of cushioned his skin or something. I don't know, but he was ok.
So anyway, I feel sorry for this woman. Her car was a heap of shit beforehand, and now it's worse. She lives in my neighbourhood, and I know which house she lives in. It's nothing flash. She was neat and tidy, but clearly not expensively dressed.
She has assured me that if I get quotes, she'll give me the money to get my car fixed, but I really feel like I need to give her a break. There's not all that much damage to my car (my beautiful good little car that I love). The boot has a bit of a wrinkle where the back has been a bit bent, and the bumper either needs replacing or respraying, so really, all in all, not too bad.
Would you 'pay it forward' so to speak? Put something good out into the universe?
As I said to Daryl this morning, I just feel sorry for the woman, and doubt she's got the money to give me. I imagine her life is a daily struggle and this would be just one more little thing to create havoc for her. With that in mind, I just want to let her off the hook for this one and tell her to buy some insurance instead.
I'm going to ask Dad if he can fix the boot and stuff for me, and I think the bumper will be fine as it is for now. I might find a replacement at a wrecking yard some time down the track. Who knows.
I just want to come out of this with a free conscience. You know. Feel that I've done something to make someone's life a little easier.
eta: I asked this question on FB as some of you will know, and people overwhelmingly seemed to think I should go through the legal channels and make her pay. I was actually surprised at the lack of compassion in some people. So anyway, that's why I'm asking you lot. Do you think I'm being stupid?
glatt, sorry about your tent. Maybe you could chop yourself off at the knees?
I'm sorry, I'm still stuck at the fact that this woman had a ten year old in the front seat apparently without a seat belt or age-appropriate safety harness.
Lady, you want an autistic kid, or an autistic kid with traumatic brain damage?
I just want to come out of this with a free conscience. You know. Feel that I've done something to make someone's life a little easier... Do you think I'm being stupid?
I think that your plan is sweet and wonderful, and would truly make a difference in this woman's life even more than you suspect. It has brought tears to my eyes just thinking about it. But I am obviously biased and overly-invested in the scenario.
I'm sorry, I'm still stuck at the fact that this woman had a ten year old in the front seat apparently without a seat belt or age-appropriate safety harness.
Lady, you want an autistic kid, or an autistic kid with traumatic brain damage?
I don't know anything about the functioning level of this kid... but I'll just say this: it gets a lot harder once they get smart enough to undo their own buckles. I know parents who have had to put actual combination locks on their children's seatbelts. Sometimes, if the kid is willing to sit calmly and just
let you drive as long as he's in the front seat, you give in.
Zen, he had a seatbelt on, but as I said, it was an old shitbox car, and I think there's a good chance the seatbelts hadn't been tested for a very long time. I'm not sure I would judge her that quickly. Who knows what the boy was up to at the time. Obviously something distracted her from driving and paying proper attention - although in saying that, I did have to break pretty heavily to avoid the collision I almost had with the person in front of me. I don't know if you've ever driven with kids before Zen, but any kid can do naughty stuff at the best of times. You just always hope (well I do) that when they choose to do something naughty or stupid, that it's not at a time that will endanger their lives.
First to answer you question.
Do you think I'm being stupid?
Hell no, if you can fiqure out a way to help somebody out, that's never stupid.
If it's not taking food out of your kid's mouths, or putting a strain on your marriage, take every oppotunity to make others, and yourself, feel good.
I agree with Zen though, bad juju not having the kid restrained. If you decide not to make her pay in cash, you might make her pay by listening to a little lecture about that. ;)
To the people on facebook that say you're doing it upside down, remind them it's Oz. :haha:
Clod, I think he was most likely fairly low functioning. I did not hear a single sound from him during the whole episode. Not a tear in his eye. No emotion as all in the true sense of it. Only stress. That's the only thing I could see in him which was why I had already started to form the assumption that he may be ASD even before she said so.
Ali: You're a good woman and don't let anyone call you anything else. I've heard the phrase, "there's a fine line between being nice and being stupid." Guess where that person was going? Yups, was calling me stupid. Hey, at least I'm stupid AND nice. :D
And here's a shot of the tent with a kid in it, reaching simultaneously for the zippers on both doors.
Is this what happened when everybody got out?
It would be a nice thing for you to do.
And even if your Dad does not iron out the wrinkles,
you would have a reminder each time you saw them of your good deed.
Win - Win
So anyway, I feel sorry for this woman. Her car was a heap of shit beforehand, and now it's worse. She lives in my neighbourhood, and I know which house she lives in. It's nothing flash. She was neat and tidy, but clearly not expensively dressed.
She has assured me that if I get quotes, she'll give me the money to get my car fixed, but I really feel like I need to give her a break. There's not all that much damage to my car (my beautiful good little car that I love). The boot has a bit of a wrinkle where the back has been a bit bent, and the bumper either needs replacing or respraying, so really, all in all, not too bad.
Would you 'pay it forward' so to speak? Put something good out into the universe?
As I said to Daryl this morning, I just feel sorry for the woman, and doubt she's got the money to give me. I imagine her life is a daily struggle and this would be just one more little thing to create havoc for her. With that in mind, I just want to let her off the hook for this one and tell her to buy some insurance instead.
I'm going to ask Dad if he can fix the boot and stuff for me, and I think the bumper will be fine as it is for now. I might find a replacement at a wrecking yard some time down the track. Who knows.
I just want to come out of this with a free conscience. You know. Feel that I've done something to make someone's life a little easier
Yes, the idea of "paying it forward" is a noble gesture, but do get your car looked at by a professional. The way cars are built these days, sometimes what looks like a minor bit of damage on the surface turns out to be major structural damage. It is possible that the underlying damage is sufficient render your car less structurally sound (and less safe) and it could even lead to your insurance company voiding your next claim. I have seen cars written off for what appeared to be nothing more than a few wrinkles in the bodywork. Underneath, the car's crumple zones were sufficiently damaged that the repair costs were more than the vehicle's value.
If you get a quote, tell them it's going to be a cash job and not an insurance job. The quote will reflect this as there will be less padding to make up for the runaround that insurance companies often give the repairers.
To be honest, someone that's driving around in a car without even "3rd party property" coverage is showing a complete lack of consideration for other people. Yes her life may be tough, but every time she goes out on the road, she's playing high stakes gambling using what may be someone else's most valuable possession as her bankroll.
Went and saw Dad on Friday. He reckons he can fix it pretty easily with a little help from a teenage boy or two, so we're going to head up to the farm next weekend and get it sorted.
In the mean time, I'm going to get a quote from a smash repairer and give it to the lady who hit me. I'll let her decide if she wants to cover any or all of the cost for whatever needs doing at the smash repairs. If she chooses to pay, I'll be able to get my dad a nice present instead of paying someone else I guess. I think I'll still need to replace the bumper though. We'll see how it looks when Dad's finished with it. He's a pretty handy bloke.
Life is so tiring sometimes....sigh....
Juice it up, go skydiving, skinny dipping, drag racing...
Article in WSJ condemning false API tweet ironically gets president's name wrong.
By JONATHAN CHENG, MIKE CHERNEY and JERRY DICOLO
A false tweet briefly sent financial markets veering on Tuesday, in the latest illustration of traders' sensitivity.
U.S. stocks and the dollar briefly plunged Tuesday afternoon and U.S. Treasury bonds and gold prices soared, after a tweet from the Associated Press's Twitter account claimed that there were two explosions in the White House and that President Barrack Obama had been injured.
Sucky journalists commenting on sucky journalists. I may be sucky, but at least I don't hold myself out to be something special.
Wait, I go to your link and see...
A false tweet briefly sent financial markets veering on Tuesday, underscoring technology's role in tightly linking global markets and highlighting the potential pitfalls of that reliance on technology.
The Dow Jones Industrial Average and oil prices briefly plunged Tuesday afternoon and U.S. Treasury bond prices soared, after a tweet from the Associated Press's Twitter account claimed that there were two explosions in the White House and that President Barack Obama had been injured.
This does not match your quote. Did they change the article, I don't see any corrections listed?
They changed it. I added the bold, but the rest was a copy and paste.
Heh, they must have gotten some tweets. Well you've captured their foibles so they won't get away with it, when the rest on the nation reads this thread. :haha:
Pork I think. But that was yesterday.
Today I am treading on eggshells.
I haven't done anything wrong, in fact I have behaved in an exemplary fashion. But the 'rents had new sofas delivered today and the delivery men came early. The window was 09.00-12.00 and they called at 07.50 to say they were on their way.
Meh, the 'rents are old and hate a change to their routine. And Mum is ill - has lost half a stone (7lbs) in a week. So although they are happy that the delivery is here and assembled and all sorted, they are also grumpy and prone to complaining. Have helped shift things around and gave them back their change from last night and done some dusting.
Just have to remember not to take it personally. I'm a bit of a grumpy old woman myself these days, and I guess I would have been unsettled by a call an hour before I was expecting it too.
Shame, because I wanted to tell her all about last night in a real cosy mother-daughter chat thing, make it come alive for her. Still, my time will come. I'll find a relevant thread and tell y'all instead.
Sundae, have they tested you for taxoplasmosis? Just wondering.
They've tested me for damn near everything I think.
I'll ask.
Mum has settled down a bit now.
The good thing is she knows she can depend on me. She said, "I should have asked you to go to the hospital with your father." Yes, she should have done - I didn't know he was going until after he had gone, he goes out every morning after all. And she wants me to go to the chemist for her later, as I did yesterday. I glory in these little things I can do.
Turns out she broke her glasses yesterday, so she can't read, use the internet or her Kindle, so no wonder she is grumpy - I would be too. I'm doing my best for her. When she can see again I'll show her the photos. We've now talked about the evening, I knew we would. Glad I didn't get all offended and stroppy. Am learning how to choose my time :)
I was just wondering. I knew someone once who had it, and it took the docs a year or more to figure out that's what it was. What brought it to mind (although I'm sure they're not related) was your Mum being sick now. Just made me think of it that's all.
Hopefully it's not that, but then, it'd be good I guess if you knew what it really was.
Tcha.
Took them 2 years to diagnose Dad's epilepsy. He was told confidently by his GP that it was a gastric problem.
Thank goodness for Mum pushing and pushing for a proper diagnosis.
Same with Grandad and Parkinson's.
She knew he had it a year before it was officially diagnosed (Great Aunt Emma had it and Mum recognised the symptoms.)
She is wrong sometimes of course.
Two sets of Uncles and Aunts should be dead by now by her reckoning.
But it's good to know she fights when her corner is threatened.
I am not getting Toby back. Right now I'm not really feeling depressed about it which is making me feel guilty. I think part of the reason I'm taking it so well is the meds and that I already accepted the likelihood of them saying no. It does feel a tad unfair though.
I am not getting Toby back. Right now I'm not really feeling depressed about it which is making me feel guilty. I think part of the reason I'm taking it so well is the meds and that I already accepted the likelihood of them saying no. It does feel a tad unfair though.
OK I guess I lied. I'm starting to cry now and questioning if I'm even good enough to keep Della.
A good friend is a dog catcher in NJ, and she has contact with a lot of the rescue groups. She gets frustrated as hell with the attitudes of some of these placement people. They are worst than human adoption agencies, and constantly bitch about not being to rescue more dogs but won't give up the ones they have. So don't be so sure it's you, it's likely them.
I absolutely concur with that Bruce.
Moar, whilst some of the centres employ sensible systems to ensure new owners know what they're taking on and reduce the likelihood of a dog being returned to them at a later date, a lot of them go way too far in there assessment and adoption procedures.
I know quite a few that are, frankly, ridiculous. I know of several people who've gone through similar experiences to yours, where they have taken on a dog to foster with the hope of adopting and then had the rug pulled out from under them because the centre decided they weren't the perfect home for the breed. In one case, they said that the house and environment was not sutable for a bearded collie...not that this would be any kind of a block if they had decided to go buy a puppy. Not everyone has a large secure garden for their dog to play. How is that a reason to deny an adoption, if the person is an experienced dog owner willing to go for two hours of walking every day?
It's shitty. But, please do not internalise their decision as some kind of valid judgement of your capacity to look after a dog. They're being dicks. Be upset that you can't have him, sure. But that's them at fault, not you.
Of course you are good enough to keep Della. Don't let their silliness poison your enjoyment of her. She's a happy little dog and she has a lovely life.
Thank you Dani and Bruce. I'm still upset he isn't mine, but I am feeling better about myself. I know I'm a good home and its sad for Toby that he can't be here with us. I just hope they truly find another good home for him.
I'm so sorry More, I've been involved in rescue in one way shape or form for 20+ years now... all I can tell you is "not all rescues are created equal' it's as hard sometimes to find the right rescue organization as it is to find a good/right breeder. Mostly good rescues just want some relative peace of mind that the animal isn't going to end up in distress again (I know one large east coast rescue run by a lawyer who in half jest frequently threatens to knee cap anyone returning a dog that behaves exactly as described :)) I'm currently trying to help my mom understand that at 82 yrs old, living alone in an apartment, who needs a walker to get around - looking for a young dog - most rescues aren't going to see her as a good bet. But frankly - making you write a letter to the board??? That really blows my mind.... I've never heard of such a thing.
I'm so sorry they've put you through this.
I'd offer to put you in touch with someone in your area ... but I know, you want your Toby :(
I'm so sorry More, I've been involved in rescue in one way shape or form for 20+ years now... all I can tell you is "not all rescues are created equal' it's as hard sometimes to find the right rescue organization as it is to find a good/right breeder. Mostly good rescues just want some relative peace of mind that the animal isn't going to end up in distress again (I know one large east coast rescue run by a lawyer who in half jest frequently threatens to knee cap anyone returning a dog that behaves exactly as described :)) I'm currently trying to help my mom understand that at 82 yrs old, living alone in an apartment, who needs a walker to get around - looking for a young dog - most rescues aren't going to see her as a good bet. But frankly - making you write a letter to the board??? That really blows my mind.... I've never heard of such a thing.
I'm so sorry they've put you through this.
I'd offer to put you in touch with someone in your area ... but I know, you want your Toby :(
Thanks Ocean, I understand their decision, I just wish they would have made it faster. Hopefully in a couple of months I'll be ready for another dog and have a job so I can get one. Della is getting older (she's 5 now) and I really want a younger dog to help keep her active since she doesn't usually play with the dogs at the dog park. She likes to play in the apartment though.
I understand their decision, having chatted about it, but I think they went about making it in the wrong way. All that waiting and making you jump through hoops was totally unfair and, given the reason for their decision, somewhat irresponsible imo.
I first expected not to get him back, and then they got my hopes up about maybe getting him back only to pull the rug back out from under my feet.
I've said it before, but you might not have read it MTP.
When I lived in Leicester, I was not allowed a rescue cat/ cats.
Because I lived on a main road.
Even though there were two doors between my flat and the road. And I told them from the start I wanted an indoor cat because I had no secure outdoor space. NB - neither of my boys ever got onto the main road.
It's more common now, in fact the very charities that turned me down now put out Homes Needed notices for "indoor cat only".
But that's why I ended up with two pedigrees.
And because they were older I got them at a discount, and by the time I'd have paid all the fees and the obligatory donation there was only about £50 difference. And I was working then.
The breeder wouldn't have sold to me if she had a crystal ball.
Losing Dylan and leading Diz a rackety old life in other people's houses.
But she didn't and I didn't.
And there is no doubt my remaining boy loves the very bones of me, as I do him - in our different ways.
Physically it would probably still be kinder to give him up.
With my health problems and financial problems I am ill suited to a cat who may start showing signs of old-age soon.
But emotionally and in terms of having formed a bond, I know we would both be miserable apart.
And no, I don't think I am projecting. Cat used to follow me to work. He still follows me about the house. Warm fire and Mum's welcome arms and lap in the living room (she loves both her troubled charges) and he'd still rather sit on my lap in an unheated bedroom while I read. Although I admit I will often pull the duvet up over him. After our freezy time in the draughty Leicester flat his favourite place has always been snoozing on my legs with the covers drawn up over his head :)
And when I am away (3-5 days max) he hides in my room, comes down to eat, then hides again. He's been living here for ?4? years.
Sorry, none of that helps you.
Just sharing how I feel, in sympathy. A dog on a string sitting next to a busker can be happier and feel more secure than a dog who is scolded every time they walk across the kitchen floor with wet paws or is shut away in a garage with a Mercedes for company all day.
I'm just glad you have Della. And I'm so sorry you were able to form a bond and then have the chance taken away from you. And from Toby.
I've said it before, but you might not have read it MTP.
When I lived in Leicester, I was not allowed a rescue cat/ cats.
Because I lived on a main road.
Even though there were two doors between my flat and the road. And I told them from the start I wanted an indoor cat because I had no secure outdoor space. NB - neither of my boys ever got onto the main road.
It's more common now, in fact the very charities that turned me down now put out Homes Needed notices for "indoor cat only".
But that's why I ended up with two pedigrees.
And because they were older I got them at a discount, and by the time I'd have paid all the fees and the obligatory donation there was only about £50 difference. And I was working then.
The breeder wouldn't have sold to me if she had a crystal ball.
Losing Dylan and leading Diz a rackety old life in other people's houses.
But she didn't and I didn't.
And there is no doubt my remaining boy loves the very bones of me, as I do him - in our different ways.
Physically it would probably still be kinder to give him up.
With my health problems and financial problems I am ill suited to a cat who may start showing signs of old-age soon.
But emotionally and in terms of having formed a bond, I know we would both be miserable apart.
And no, I don't think I am projecting. Cat used to follow me to work. He still follows me about the house. Warm fire and Mum's welcome arms and lap in the living room (she loves both her troubled charges) and he'd still rather sit on my lap in an unheated bedroom while I read. Although I admit I will often pull the duvet up over him. After our freezy time in the draughty Leicester flat his favourite place has always been snoozing on my legs with the covers drawn up over his head :)
And when I am away (3-5 days max) he hides in my room, comes down to eat, then hides again. He's been living here for ?4? years.
Sorry, none of that helps you.
Just sharing how I feel, in sympathy. A dog on a string sitting next to a busker can be happier and feel more secure than a dog who is scolded every time they walk across the kitchen floor with wet paws or is shut away in a garage with a Mercedes for company all day.
I'm just glad you have Della. And I'm so sorry you were able to form a bond and then have the chance taken away from you. And from Toby.
Thank you Sundae for this. I get what you're saying about the cats, and it helps me not feel like I've been such a bad doggy parent.
Shitty rescue groups around here are driving people back to pet stores and Amish puppy mills. I'm certain of it.
They should do something about those Amish puppies.
It gets tiring calling them: Here Ezekial, Here Jebediah, Here Zachariah!
But they're great Lapp dogs.
And forget shock collars. They're electric! (boogie woogie woogie)
A dog on a string sitting next to a busker can be happier and feel more secure than a dog who is scolded every time they walk across the kitchen floor with wet paws or is shut away in a garage with a Mercedes for company all day.
Absolutely. Dogs don't give a shit for luxury, cleanliness and good food. What they want and need is their pack. That pack can live anywhere. A dog that's loved and included in whatever your life is will be happy.
Cat used to follow me to work.
Hah! Out the house in Greenwich and down to the little art collective place?
They should do something about those Amish puppies [snip] forget shock collars. They're electric!
And you can't even give the critters coffee to wake them up in the morn!
Or is that just Mormons?
Hah! Out the house in Greenwich and down to the little art collective place?
That's it. But Dylan, Diz and later Hely (because she had to stay at Steve's when I moved into the pub) all came under the yard gate, so their journey was even quicker than mine.
Diz would wait patiently by the backdoor to the workspace.
Hely had an abandoned cat's instinct. She creeped under the gates to and from the yard and sat by the front door to the office instead. She even knew my gait and would hear me from halfway down the street, meowing and bussing me on the legs.
I don't write about her often because we were in eachother's lives so briefly, and I know the home she went to was very loving. But I still hurt that I imprinted myself on a rescue cat and had to leave her because of Diz.
I was just picking myself up from this morning's round of disappointing life-realizations, or trying to, starting by answering new emails and clearing junk (start as you hope to go on, right?).... when one came in that was a heartbreaking punch in the gut -no bad news, but the type of email that means bad news is coming "call me at x-o'clock to hear it" x o'clock is a long way away. I really don't know how to go on, but I don't know how to make it stop either. I don't have anyone to talk to.
Oh I wonder wonder wonder who...
who knows what my usertitle says
Anon there is nothing you can do.
Breathe.
Whatever the news is, it has already happened.
Because I don't know the circumstances I can't say any more, but it pretty much works for every situation.
If someone has found something out they shouldn't. It's done, breathe.
If it's bad health, or a worse prognosis than expected, it's already been happening. Breathe.
If someone is leaving, or contemplating leaving, it doesn't hinge on this call, it's part of a process. Breathe.
I'm absolutely rubbish about putting things in perspective. I suffer from anxiety even though I'm on medication. Sometimes the only way I can get to sleep is to remember what Mum used to say to me when I was crying myself sick over some minor issue, "What can you do about it? Right now? What can you do?" And the answer was always, of course, "Nothing." So her advice to relax and deal with it in the morning at least got me to sleep.
It doesn't work as well now I'm an adult. And it certainly doesn't work when Mum and I are in conflict! But the base-line is there and I appreciate it. That and breathing. It helps you stay alive.
Much love. Hope it doesn't hurt too much.
I hate that state of limbo: where you know there's some sort of 'outcome' and yet you have to wait for it to be revealed. On what I am sure is a much lesser extent, I'm in limbo here, and it sucks.
Just hang in there, anon. Nothing that happens between now and the call, least of all worrying, will change anything. But I wish I could tell you not to worry, and I wish you didn't have to worry.
Keep on keepin' on.
You know, the bombing of Boston has had me asking myself some searching questions.
About life, death, causes, death tolls, the importance of human life, where death matters and when it matters and politics and funding.
I think it helped me resolve some questions re the difference between American and UK politics and general attitudes of the population.
I'm painting with a broad brush and accept it may be wrong written small.
But I think we (the English - specifically the English) have an attitude toward terrorism, and our immediate neighbours, and our overseas counterparts, and our sense - or lack - of identity that is unique in the world.
I could not believe Clinton shook Gerry McGuiness's hand.
To me that would be like David Cameron shaking Tamerlan Tsarnaev's hand.
And he only killed three people.
I started listing IRA deaths but I've done it before and I'm tired of it, frankly.
But where were the main centres of fundraising for this kind of terrorism in Ireland? New York and Boston.
Mulling it over I think it's because as an island fortress we were always open to attack.
There were times of peace. Long lazy summers of it.
The majority of people were poor and hungry, and when the industrial revolution came and they moved off the land they were poor and hungry and sick. It wasn't all Downton Abbey.
Then came WWI.
Men who survived came home shellshocked, and even those without diagnosis had seen friends blown apart and rotting corpses used as part of the defenses.
"Between the wars" was a real and tangible time. People trying to cope, to fit back in, to forget.
But Chamberlain came back with a worthless piece of paper.
WWII
You saw what happened in Boston.
Imagine that to infinity.
Think about every single building in your city, town, village or hamlet smashed to bits. And any that weren't were shit in by foreign soldiers, because they had nowhere else to relieve themselves. Crops gone, woodland gone, homes gone, places of worship gone.
Didn't happen here, but bombed out streets, destroyed buildings, running for shelter, curfews and blackouts did. It haunted my grandparents' generation and filtered down to my parents (Dad was born in 1940 and bombed out of his house.) I heard Nanny and Grandad's stories and as I got older I heard Grandad relate the stories of their friends.
And then the IRA. All over the country (England - called the Mainland.)
Old men, boys, shoppers, trainee musicians who happened to think their best career choice was within the Army. Not a few people in a marathon. CHILDREN killed out shopping. Not once, but again and again and again.
And in NI the taxi drivers, builders, pizza delivery men. Because it was tit for tat. You kill a Catholic we kill a Protestant. Wrong religion - target. Same as Sunnis and Shi'ites.
So I do feel bad that people died and some lost their limbs in America.
Of course I do, that's what makes me human and stops me taking out my anger by killing.
I just think, I just hope, that people can focus on the cause rather than the result. Little helped in the Troubles, too much history and hatred ingrained.
Clinton did try in the end. Even though he had to talk to a murderer.
I'm glad America can and will move on.
I just hope those in command remember that being the biggest kid in the playground doesn't make you right. Hey, I'm English; of course I believe stiff upper lip is sometimes better than smackdown.
Right from the start, the 'British' national identity was forged first and foremost in opposition to the French. It took form against a backdrop of regular invasion scares. The sense of ourselves as an island at risk of invasion is as fundamental as the American sense of themselves as successful rebels against an overweaning empire.
Right from the start, the 'British' national identity was forged first and foremost in opposition to the French.
That would explain the cooking...
Sundae, I remember how saddened and frustrated I was
over the daily/weekly reports on our tv of the killings in Ireland.
I really could not see how the British government was ever going to be able to end it all.
Even when the Irish Catholic and Protestant women joined together
trying to end the violence, it kept going.
It was a terrible time there.
Now, it's tempting to think back about what might have happened after the First Gulf War,
when all the American airbases in the middle east were closed,
and what might have happened when the neighborhoods of Manhattan
filled with Americans helping to build a new mosque.
It has been a terrible time here.
It was pretty devastating news. I'm afraid for the future but I must stay strong. I need to go to bed, I can barely keep my eyes open, but every time they close, they cry.
Thank you all for your thoughts. Goodnight.
knowing part of what the future brings is how you start conquering the future. damn the future, full speed ahead.
FTR.
I was on a rant when I posted about terrorism.
Anyone who has read my posts know how I can foam at the mouth about the terrorism I encountered as a child.
But it was probably ill-placed here.
I admit I had been thinking about various stories and how they are reported worldwide - or not.
It was partly brought to mind because of a great book I've just read, The Boy Who Could See Demons. It's set in Belfast, and is grounded in fact, in that there are intergenerational effects affecting all children who had to live through and with the Troubles.
We expect it in places like Somalia, the Congo, Sudan. But children in what is effectively my country, although not actually child soldiers, lived with sectarianism, family and friends with extreme views, being harrassed on the way to school. It's bloody awful and sometimes it just spews out of me.
It was also prompted by someone who spoke at Meeting on Sunday, about cause célèbre. He noted that this country publicly mourned the death of three people in America, but ignored the death of 48 mental health patients in Russia, burned alive due to sedation or confinement. It affected him because of his own history as a psychiatric nurse.
Even he admitted we can't mourn everyone and everything.
So that was what was on my mind.
Sometimes I wonder at my own arrogance, that I can squander this privileged life, when so many others fight to just stay upright.
Sundae,
I'm reading Life After Life...I really need to read it again I got a little confused.
BUT, reading about the bombing in London in WWII, the Blitz...I mean, every single day they expected bombing. I can't even imagine. For like 57 days.
Just a tangential thought, but it really made me think.
It was pretty devastating news. I'm afraid for the future but I must stay strong. I need to go to bed, I can barely keep my eyes open, but every time they close, they cry.
Thank you all for your thoughts. Goodnight.
Anon, I don't know what your situation is, but it sounds like you are working up the resolve to face whatever it is. You know you can come here to talk to us.
BUT, reading about the bombing in London in WWII, the Blitz...I mean, every single day they expected bombing. I can't even imagine. For like 57 days.
Thanks, hon.
My Dad (73 today!) played on bombsites as a child.
Nan was given her first cigarette to calm her nerves during an air-raid. By a Doctor.
And Auntie Alice (or maybe she was telling it about one of her sisters?) risked a doodlebug in an air-raid to get home on time, Nanny Doyle's wrath being more immediate than bombing.
WWII is over.
The wounds of the Troubles are slowly healing.
My heart goes out to current generations of children living through violent conflict throughout this world. It is now as it's always been. But it's damaging. We're so much closer to primitive than we want to admit.
This is post whoring of the whoriest kind.
If you can access it, it's me on the radio.
I listen to BBC Radio Five Live every day, but especially enjoy it on Saturday mornings.
Danny Baker and then Fighting Talk.
But although Danny Baker hosts an eclectic show, it's still nominally sports based, so I have never felt qualified to call in.
This morning however, one of the topics was "people you have argued with in dreams" and I had the perfect dream-related anecdote (you know me and my dreams!)
So I texted. And they called back. And I was on the show!
This is the
link to the show, no idea if it can be accessed outside the UK - assuming you even want to. FFWD to 1:37 (one hour 37 minutes into the show.)
It's me!
It was pretty devastating news. I'm afraid for the future but I must stay strong. I need to go to bed, I can barely keep my eyes open, but every time they close, they cry.
Thank you all for your thoughts. Goodnight.
Wishing you strength. Share with us what you can and know we're here for you.
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So I thought I was supposed to start work today so I showed up...found out its really tomorrow. Oops.
That's what employers want... enthusiasm !!!
Pondering what sort of job to go after for next year and where ... whatever happens, a move will be involved. Change is good, I think ... I could be in upstate New York or in West Virginia or in North Carolina. If I were to win the lottery and score an Ivy, hell yes. Texas or San Fran, possible but probably not. I'd prefer the east coast for family reasons. But whether to go for academic or non-academic ... still up in the air. The scales are leaning toward academic.
"...spiteful *and* bitchy." I hope you set them straight! Criticizing your decor, the nerve!
"...spiteful *and* bitchy." I hope you set them straight! Criticizing your decor, the nerve!
Actually I didn't dare tell Danny that my reaction was to stammer out a few words and then go blub.
The production team were not happy because it made all blotchy for the next shots, but they blamed me and not the band!
Now you can see why I held a grudge for so long :mad:
Out of pretty much nowhere, I decided to defrost and clean my fridge/freezer this afternoon. Granted, it needed it, but WTF? Like I didn't have other stuff I could be doing?
Can't sleep. I have to be up in 3 hours for a six hour industrial plant tour, then a 5 hour drive home. Two more long-distance site visits this week. I'm so tired.
:nuts: Sleepy, but sketching out on DeviantArt's limited free to use tool. Will be pasting up the results on cellar in a while.
I did something ridiculous today.
I used the cord to pull up the blind in the bathroom and it fell off the wall. I swear I did not yank it or do anything I could be blamed for.
But this is a new blind. Who pulled the cord off the last one? Oh, me.
So I panicked.
The blind falling down dislodged the items on the bathroom shelf and made such a racket. The 'rents were charging up the stairs to make sure I was okay. How to make myself a victim and not be blamed...? I put a tiny spot of shampoo in my eye. I figured it must have been tested so that I wouldn't go blind.
OWWWW! Something went in my eye!
It has hurt and made my eye red and sore all day, despite me going to the chemist and saying I got shampoo in my eye (by accident of course!) and getting an eye-wash.
In truth I have simply suffered for the lie.
I didn't do anything wrong on the blind (window blind) front, and I did not lie about something in my eye, just how it got there.
I am sore and sorry because I could not admit the truth.
And am punished because it does still hurt like buggery and I am Pink Eye Olney.
Not looking for sympathy here, because it serves me right for being duplicitous.
Just sharing because I can't tell anyone else how bloody stupid I am.
I'm sorry about your eye anyway.
Stop it before you blind go. ;)
I can still see what you did there.
One of my cow orkers won a full share in a work sponsored CSA, and she just got her first batch of fruits and veggies. I am so envious. The strawberries she got are small and a deep succulent red. Not like those flavorless Frankenstein strawberries the size of your fist you'll find in the grocery store. You know the ones she got are going to taste amazing. *Envy*
Don't be sure, glatt. I paid too much money for a couple of baskets of the first berries from New Jersey. They were as you described, smelled heavenly, and tasteless... strawberry, but not sweet at all.:(
Alternatively, I just ate some Frankenberries last night that were $2.50 for the pound, and they were among the best in recent memory.
you have to get out in the field, pick your own. or buy them at a farm market.
i saw the ugliest strawberries ever at wally world. mostly not even red...just a pale yellow-greenish color. i couldn't believe some place actually distributes those. my supervisor when i picked for the market would have dumped them out and told me to try again...no quarter for that quart.
nothing is better than a good plump juicy strawberry when you've been out in the summer sun picking them, straight from plant to mouth. one of life's simple pleasures.
Hey Infinite Monkey, among others I can see that you are alive and breathing too!
Yep, just barely, but still kickin'. ;)
What most supermarkets over here stock are what is known as the "bouncing strawberry". They are the El Santa variety. Big, red, pretty much indestructible and generally grown in Spain. I do not buy them. They do not taste of real strawberries. My parents think I am odd for checking the name on the packaging, but they think I'm odd anyway.
Thing is we (the British public) are now used to buying things all year round. It's our appetite for non-seasonal food that puts us at the mercy of inferior products. I'd rather eat wonderful strawberries for two months a year than indifferent ones for twelve. So I vote with my wallet. Oh, yeah, sorry. I really mean I can't afford them all that often ;)
Cherries though... I'm a sucker for cherries.
I buy them even when the country of origin is Chile. Not very green of me.
But Penny looks like she's going to give me a decent crop this year, so at least I'm trying.
BTW, my eye still hurts.
I feel real empathy with generations of rabbits.
Twil has an epic cherry tree in her front yard, and it provides a feast every year for creatures great and small. The cherries are just starting now, they look like green soybeans on a stem.
lost internet connection all day...
so I washed the dog
thanks, she's a total airhead we blame the conflicted genetic programming of crossing a Border Collie herding dog with a Great Pyrenees guarding dog - but she's the walking embodiment of 'ignorance is bliss' ... never met a happier dog in my life :)
all dry and fluffy now
Ocean, you have a bigger beard than I expected.
Things we get done without the interent, hehe. Btw, that dog is cute.
Ocean, you have a bigger beard than I expected.
But so clean!
If anyone is bored, and wants an internet challenge:
I would give my left arm for a source of frozen, peeled zucchini. Organic or not. I have searched and searched, but despite a plethora of frozen butternut squash, and frozen chard, and frozen rutabega, and frozen beets, it seems that nobody wants to sell me frozen zucchini.
FaceBook knows you have a special desire for zucchini,
which is not healthy for the majority of the population.
So FB / Google have put out the word to all frozen food vendors:
"No zucchini for Clod"
Now get over it, the powers that be know what is best.
P.S. Ebay just put up an auction for 1 slightly used left arm.
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I don't know... let's see your treadmill.
Spooked and creeped out.
An alien is about to devour your laundry.
And you have a lascivious cartoon monkey picture on your wall.
Looks like it's time to play Jenga!
Glatt: My laundry basket looks the same! Ha....gotta wash tomorrow. :P
Sundae: I don't see the cartoon monkey picture. Where is it?
That was five loads, by the way, and we didn't even touch the kids' laundry.
If ever a topic belonged in a particular thread, my laundry belongs in this one.
I have enough smalls to go 15 days between washes.
And I do.
Lola, I tried to zoom in on the picture, but following Cellar rules the original is too small.
It's on the right hand side of the picture and if you squint it right it looks like a grinning monkey (not a Monkey) with its tongue out.
I'm not even sure what that picture is. It was a gift and looked decent in a nice frame, so I hung it up. I think it's a painting of sunflowers.
Off to renew my D.L. Since I can't have my pig for the 4th & BD, think I'll stop by bottle shop and browse.
could they possibly make cornstarch packaging any less convenient/more messy?
could be plastic clamshell packaging...
I never thought I'd say this, but I have been paying actual money for additional levels of a phone game. Oh, the shame.
(The game is called 7 Little Words. If I get you all addicted to it too, does that make me less of a sucker?)
If I get you all addicted to it too, does that make me less of a sucker?
It makes you a pusher :headshake
that was fun, but I had to wait until the end to brute-force the hockey player
Deli Handcarving training today.
Good news, I took home a sandwich bag FULL of very good Wiltshire ham and roast turkey.
Not so good news, I did not discover a latent skill.
I'm 41. I know I can't cut or carve worth a shit.
But hey, I'll be doing it five days a week, if it's possible to learn I will learn it.
Just so long as they don't bring in a Spreading Cold Butter On Thin Bread section of the Deli.
Tomorrow is branch stock management. May be yawn, but is necessary.
Then baguettes. Hmmm. I like baguettes. Can I take some home please? I will not get any money now until 29 August. I do have some supplies laid by, but I don't want to use them until I have to. Can you imagine the shame if I reach the end of the month and am sacked for scavenging in company bins?!
Okay, things aren't rosy but that is an exaggeration.
I still live with the 'rents and after all still have two stone left to lose.
And there's always that flour at the back of the cupboard...
Hand carving? In a grocery store? Here in the US, every grocery store I've seen uses a motorized deli slicer. You get nice thin uniform cuts. I've seen butchers use a knife, but never in the deli.
We do use a slicer, but you can't slice meat off the bone with it.
So roast turkey and ham hocks have to be carved by hand.
Oh and I wouldn't call our slicer motorised either. But I may be mistaking the term.
Trust me, the slicer itself is going to require practice - just to recognise what thickness to set it to. For example thin salami needs to be set at a far higher level than thin ham, because it's a firmer meat. And some people will ask for meat by weight (metric AND Imperial) and some by slice and some by cost...
Learning curve. Steep.
That and rotisserie and cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese.
(Sorry, that comes from a phonics mat I used to use in school)
And hand cutting shortcrust pastry pies. You ever tried getting a neat slice of a Gala pie?
But yes, we have about five meats which need to be hand-carved, and are apparently the only supermarket in the UK to offer this service. Let's just hope hand-carved afficiandos are very understanding :)
You will be fine Sundae. After a few weeks you'll think nothing of it. ;)
Keep cool, Sundae dear! You'll have it sorted in no time! X
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This sunday aden and i are taking our candles to the markets. I really hope we sell a heap. I am feeling nervous about it. Its going to really suck if we dont sell any. :/
Got moar overtime, yay!
Means I haven't had a day off since 8 August but this week for example I am only working three hours on Mon, Tues, Weds. No-one can even pretend that is a proper job.
Four hours Thurs then overtime Fri (4.5 hours) and Sat (9 hours)
Tomorrow I think I'll hang about a while whether paid or not, as it's the first day for one of our team members. She did all the training with us but had to go in for an operationon opening day - all scheduled but still. Adding on recovery time she feels like a babe in the wood starting tomorrow. I finish 15 minutes after she starts, nowhere near long enough to pass on my vast knowledge acquired over the last ten days...
I'd do the same for any of the team, but she's extra special anyway.
I've already warned her that as I set-up four days a week I am responsible for stock ordering, general appearance of the counter and discounting, so I have turned into a right tyrant. I've had a sniff of power and it's corrupted me. Or is that just goats' cheese?
Today eva nearly drowned. Long story short, mav was supposed to be watching her and he had a big fail. Shes fine. He will be too.
The reason for my post is that i had my cards read a week and a half ago and she said that a dark haired young man was going to have some trouble around water and that itd be something to do with young children. Anyway, i hope the other part about receiving a large sum of money might be true also.
Didn't you read the
Monkey's Paw? Don't wish for that! What are you thinking?
Blimey Ali, that's not a story for the Post Whore thread! That's teh serious.
Thank FSM she's okay.
I doubt Mav will forget this easily...
But here's to a windfall, certainly.
Even though I don't believe in that stuff.
Wow.
I'm enormously relieved to hear everyone's safe.
Holy shit. I'm so glad she's okay, Ali.
Just lucky Aden was on the ball. I dont think Mav will forget the incident in a hurry. So anyway, alls well that ends well.
Three kids sleeping over tonight with one girl crying because she misses her mom. My friend is at the hospital cuz she had surgery. I promised to keep the 2 girls for 3 days. Is sure a lot of work. :-/
I bet they keep you hopping.
Thoughtless woman this morning reset the timer to the maximum on the whirlpool spa (without asking/mentioning it to those already in (namely me)), then got out before the original timer would have expired AND LEFT THE DAMN THING RUNNING with no-one in. Grrr. Yes, I turned it off.
Can you guess what I'm eating now instead of a real lunch?
Your children?
Just came here to say I am so tired I don't know whether to be sick or die.
But I don't feel sleepy.
I think given the other options I've just offered myself I might go lie in bed with the lights off and radio on very low.
Methinks sleep will come soon.
Up at 05.15 tomorrow.
Remind me to tell you my Mosque story when I'm more awake.
Oh, you know, Betsy Armstrong just went to my son's water polo practice today....
ha! he came home with a pic of him wearing the medals!
My nose is whistling.
I'm tired.
If Diz tries to play Hannibal-over-the-Alps tonight I may have to kill him.
Although I will start with the water spray bottle.
Nap, nap, snooze.
Not in until 18.30 tomorrow, and I was a plum to even agree to that.
It's good £ though.
Can you guess what I'm eating now instead of a real lunch?
Well, I may as well tell you now that it was chips and salsa and cheese. Better luck next time to all our loyal contestants!
Now I feel bad for not playing. I bet it was a good lunch too!
Okay, just for you glatt, here's a hint for the next round (everyone close your eyes except glatt): it's always chips and salsa and cheese. I'm consistent in my vices...
Okay, everyone else can open their eyes again.
What kind of cheese? Is the salsa the fresh kind, or the thicker kind out of a jar? And as long as I'm asking, are they the regular white corn tortilla chips?
Current favorite salsa is out of a jar, but super all-natural. It's called Gringo Mountain, something like that. Chips are 100% white corn. The cheese, I can't remember. I think maybe some kind of onion Beemster. They have this basket at our grocery store where they package up the last slivers of whatever fancy cheese wheel they're divvying up, so you can get just a tiny bit of something and see if you like the flavor without committing to an $8 wedge of it. We just grab several at a time. A few flavors have been awful--we both hated the wine-infused cheese, for example--but most of them have been pretty interesting.
We just got some sort of organic, free range, goats milk, feta cheese from Trader Joes. I thought feta was feta, but this stuff was divine.
My mom scowls every time I talk to her. Do you think she's mad at me? Haha.....it's horrible when women living in the same house have PMS at the same time. :-/
Perhaps they can get together over a bottle of wine.
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delayed menopause?
No. She's already passed it. Just that she gets scarily mean at least once a month that I call it pms tantrum. :p
Perhaps they can get together over a bottle of wine.
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Haha.....I wish! The last time my mom saw my sister poured a glass, she raised hell. So sadly, a nice bottle is out of the question. :-(
Happy Grandparents' Day to all those who did their time as parents and now enjoy cute kids on loan. :)
Have you ever felt like something quite inconsequential is breaking your heart, even though the only thing which has ever touched your heart has been a stimulant because the stomach is the powerhouse of emotions?
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Just me then.
Mum's friend is not coming round for dinner.
She (Mum) deliberately did not tell me that. Not out of malice, just that she didn't want to disappoint me.
Hmmm. That way, farce lies.
I can picture her nipping in and out of the patio windows in a wig pretending to be Maureen...
Sorry, that has really lifted my spirits as I'm laughing at my own imagination now.
But I am mourning the fact I am cooking a gorgeous meal for two people. And the meal I planned would have been different if I'da known that. Because it was originally for five.
The main reason for cooking is to allow Mum time to sit and chat. Which she doesn't want to do with Dad.
Still, almost nothing was bought new; it's all about eating from the freezer.
Just sad that a real, proper, slap-up roast meal won't be more of an occasion.
You could always post the leftovers to limey and Dana... :)
Ewwwww. Greasy cold lamb.
As I sit and type this, I am using up the leftovers.
They're in a pan downstairs (the casserole dish has the remains of the crumble in it) being slow-cooked with tomato, carrots, onion, mint, dates and a tiny bit of apricot jam.
If you follow my posts in a stalkerish way, you will realise I've skewed that to Mum's taste. I'm not keen on lamb or fruit and lamb. Or apricots and anything. Or dates.
It's a fusion between Moroccan cuisine and What-Mum-Likes.
And even Michelin starred chefs must cater to the latter on occasion.
ETA
She loved it. Even I didn't think it was too bad. Lamb is so much better slow cooked than roasted imho.
She wants me to make it when the girls come round next time. This is always the Ultimate Compliment, as she is basically saying "This is me, this is what I like to eat."
Even if some of the rest of the group just see it as a get-together and you get what you get ;)
I was going to change sex
but I didn't find any real words ending in obon
so I guess I'll stay with it 'cause there's nothing better than sex
I'm having hard core Déjà vu reading these last posts----
I had softcore Deja Vu once. I was pretty sure I had sat right next to that same person and had the same conversation...only this time it was sort of blurry and filtered and there was mood music in the background.
You always hear about how standardized tests are unfair, because people have different backgrounds and so a question that might seem simple for one person might be really hard for another.
I always thought there was a fair amount of BS to that, because facts are facts and they shouldn't change depending on your life experiences.
Then earlier this week, my wife told me about a 5th grade standardized math assessment test she gave. One question really confused a handful of the kids.
It was something like "Sally needs to buy a pair of jeans that cost $10. She hands the cashier a $20 bill. How much change should she get back? The sales taxes are already included in the price."
So my wife asks if there are any questions, and a couple kids really don't understand the bit about the taxes. This sentence that was clearly put in there to help eliminate confusion has created more confusion than it eliminated. And then one kid asked if a pair of jeans was one article of clothing or two. And that's an excellent question, because "pair" means "two." So the answer should be that Sally gets no change back.
Of course it sounds like blindingly obvious question to me (although we have VAT so tax is automatic) but it's surprising sometimes what children do not understand. They can learn things without comprehending, and answer correctly without understanding.
Tiger was placed in a much lower reading group than he needed to be because he couldn't predict the future outcome of the story or assess the emotions of the characters from the pictures or text.
That had me damn near tearing my hair out. He was a steady, average reader and an enthusiastic one. Guess what? He didn't understand why Chip was upset when Floppy was ill. This is the boy who sat beside the toilet when his Dad had a vomiting bug asking him again and again to mend his broken toy.
Sometimes you need to take some other issues into consideration.
Yeah, both my kids are in lower reading groups than they should be, precisely because their story comprehension is not at the same level as their reading skills. But I agreed to it, because both of them can already read above grade level anyway, and I don't need class time spent getting them even further ahead, I want them to work on the things they can't do well. They are both the type that would have said, "a pair of jeans must mean two of them."
... especially if there is a pair of scissors in the pocket...(s?)
You always hear about how standardized tests are unfair, because people have different backgrounds and so a question that might seem simple for one person might be really hard for another.
I always thought there was a fair amount of BS to that, because facts are facts and they shouldn't change depending on your life experiences.
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My kids are driving me crazy lately. They seem so highly needy in different ways and i am running out of whatever it is that makes you care enough as a parent to make you want to help them instead of telling them to go away.
and now my sis in law is pissing me off posting about politics from her very own extreme right wing stand point.
Apparently only wealthy people work hard! Or maybe, you only get wealthy by working hard. Or maybe, if you work hard you will eventually be wealthy. Fucked if I know, but I fucking hate that attitude. Pretty sure I've pissed her off in return by refuting some of her claims though, so I guess we're even.
@ monster: but climbing that tree isn't the same as studying and answering questions about that tree. It's not the Presidential Physical Fitness thing (does that still exist?) :)
People who play all 'warm and cuddly and oh so understanding of human nature and forgiveness' then hold a grudge forever? They bore the living daylights out of me. Phony baloneys? I see right through you. Go peddle your wares to your admiring hordes, I'll just sit here and laugh at the hordes.
disclaimer: this isn't about you, unless of course it IS you. No, really, it's probably not about you, if you have enough conscience to wonder if it's about you. ;)
Mav and Katie broke up last night. Although its hard for them, i think its for the best. Mav is too young for the intensity created by her dependence on him and our family. I think Mav will recover pretty well, but i am worried about Katie and how this might compound her prior issues. Anyway, time will tell. As a parent i am feeling quite relieved that its over.
Wishing them both the best. It did sound like their relationship was raining down a fair bit of stress on your family. Hope they heal quickly and that Katie's path takes a turn for the better.
Chocolatl's more eloquent, but I'm just as relieved especially for Mav and you and your family.
All's well that ends well. Sounds like it was a learning experience for him, which is good.
So, k came over after work today and we had a long talk about things with her and Mav. Anyway, after mav got home, she and he had a long talk and have decided to just be friends for the time being. Maybe they will end up back together down the track, but i really hope they both take plenty of time to get themselves sorted out before they venture down that path.
that kind of shit is complicated.
no matter if you're young or just young at heart, relationships are hard to do well. add it youthful inexperience and youthful hormones and youthful sensitivity (by which I mean that most everything seems more intense) and relationships are extra hard.
I wish them both the best. patience, humor, caution, enjoyment, learning, fun... I hope they get those too.
:)
Am I a bad person to want see some people get their karma? Someone called me bad one time. So, I'm gonna be a bad person at the moment and say, I want to see some karma payback happening!
In addition to cash, the winner has been promised a free application from CipherLaw to patent the hack; several bottles of alcohol including Laphroaig, Maker's Mark, Argentine wine, Patron Silver, and Bulleit bourbon; a "dirty sex book," and an iPhone 5C.
recently saw this paragraph online. !!! It includes several of my current favorites (stuff I have and enjoy regularly). I didn't know how well I fit the taste profile of computer hackers. Ha!
Ooh, it's a close race between Pioneer and Temperance Bedford.
Done! Pioneer currently 200 votes behind the lead.
If you're bored, or helpful or.... please vote for Pioneer @ Sklyline to get my kids' homecoming game televised
thanks
http://highschoolsports.mlive.com/news/article/-2285008001990357564/five-week-5-games-to-choose-from-in-new-ann-arbor-news-game-of-the-week-poll/#incart_river_default%23pd_a_7411911
how important is this?
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early and often!
Done! Pioneer currently 200 votes behind the lead.
done here too, now fewer than fifty votes behind first place.
2172 to 2132
slipping....
I've done something really unusual for me.
Bought a pair of rather silly shoes.
In my defense I am intending to sell the other silly shoes I never wear on eBay.
Am breaking them in.
They are breaking me.
It's not so much the height, at least I don't think so (haven't dared set foot outside yet), it's the constriction.
They are not made for fat trotters like mine, something that was not apparent when I tried one on for about 15 seconds in the shop.
They're red though.
(I like your red shoes)
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That's cool! I will sing it if I ever get to wear these out of the house.
Mine comes from a grammar exercise on the use of emphasis:
I like my red shoes
I like my red shoes.
I like my red shoes.
I like my red shoes.
I like my red shoes.
New shoes always hurt, but I love them as much as fictional woman who never get blisters and raw spots and have people point out on escalators that I am leaving a trail of blood behind me.
But red shoes. Red shoes. Even harder to resist than any other shoes.
Subliminal.
Click your heals together and say, "theres no place like home". You know, those ruby slippers never dir much for dorothy in the end did they?
Also, did you know they were originally silver slippers?
Got some silver ones too.
Both second hand, natch. Just not second hand enough to be stretched. I think the poor bitch who bought them gave up on them for reasons I cn't afford to.
Let's put it this way - the red shoes I found so appalling feel mighty fine when I take off the silver wedges.
'70s party anyone?
I'll be Muriel before she went all Hollywood on us.
PS - just got my wig through the post. Damn I'm hot. And don't look bad neever.
Costume courtesy of charity shop.
Need to take pics now photo cards are back.
What does it mean when you come home from a few days away, by yourself, and all you want to do is leave? Every other time I've gone away, even just over night, I've been happy to come home and have missed my family and all the usual stuff. This time - and strangely enough, they've cleaned up and everything so that I didn't even come home to piles of washing and dirty floors etc - all I want to do is get back in the car and start driving and just keep on driving.
I love my family and I like my home, but I seriously do not want to be here. :( I should be worried I think.
It means counselling.
Someone to talk it through with with absolutely no judgements.
Probably just post-holiday malaise given you were so free of responsibility and worries.
But don't swallow it down if you are having a hard time.
I know these things can take months to move (don't I just?) but if you can find a charity and/ or pay for just one session even letting it out might help.
Much, much love.
Talking things through with someone objective is probably a good idea.
I hope you can get things sorted, Ali. Sending hugs.
Just taken on some overtime.
Even though my shift today - samw time but Thursday not Friday - was frantic.
Got a financial hole to dig out of (surprise!) but at least I'm not drinking.
Tomorrow supposed to be off.
Working instead 09.30-13.30. Sounds nothing, but weekly lunchtime is busiest.
Still, hand over from the lovely Tink, and she's a hard and thorough worker.
Then hand over for Pig-Face (the nickname of a boy in a book who has the same Christian name.) I'm not overly fond of him though. Adds 15-30 minutes to set-up.
Expect I'll be asked to do 6 or so hours Saturday.
Short shifts, but pressurised if you take them seriously regarding customer service.
And seven days a week, with up to five starting at 06.30.
Sorry.
Writing this sounds all "woe is me".
It just feels like it right now so I may as well whinge until I get used to it.
Good news:
My lovely red shoes feel great in the house now. I just need to walk down the street til I bleed (I'll take flip-flopsor the way back) and then work on scabbing over.
Silver boots still tricky.
I'll never understand why you would wear uncomfortable shoes.
I've mistakenly bought uncomfortable shoes before and then just didn't wear them ever.
They're trying to impress other chicks, because we don't give a rat's ass about their shoes.
Heals make your legs look nicer. They thin the ankle area and engage the calves thus making legs appear more shapely.
Barefoot is closer to naked, therefore more desirable.
Haha....but you cant do that in a bar or respectable company.
Went to the doc today. I have pneumonia. No wonder i cant breath.
Chest xray next week if steroids and antibiotics dont help over the weekend.
No wonder you're feeling low as well.
get well soon m'dear.
I meanwyhile have some kind of flu type thing knocking at my door. I'm not into the worst of it, hopefully that will hold off til tonight and I have the weekend to recover, but I feel rank. Sore throat, congested airways, aching muscles, alternating between impossibly blocked nose and a running tap, and occasional explosive sneezes.
And today I teach a new class. Fucking marvellous.
No sore thoat here. Just congested chest and of course lungs. In a way its more bearable than a normal cold cause its only a problem if i need to use my lungs at more than about 30%. Anyway, i will survive. I suspect you will too Dana. Its just annoying when theres stuff to do.
Everybody is sick at my house. Pete is recovering from shoulder surgery and picked up whatever virus it is as well. Shorties are sick at school.
Took the red shoes out for a walk.
Only to the local shop and back, but it was their first outing and we had no mishaps.
Wearing the silver boots right now.
Still have issue across the toes. And the fact I can't zip the left one up completely. And the pain in the balls - see, I can relate! Oh and slight balance issues.
So nothing that can't be worked on.
Let's put it this way, I can master the red shoes to the extent that I can wear them as if they are normal, as long as I do it regularly. The silver boots boots will always require a taxi, sobriety (good) and level flooring. But they may still be able to be trotted out with only a week's practice once mastered.
So you adapt your body and lifestyle to accommodate your shoes. :eek:
I hate naggarts. Dear naggarts, can you just please shut the hell up? :mad:
Okay, I'll go to bed now. :-/
I ripped my nail off. :( I know you're not sorry!
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Keep it warm and moist. ;)
I have mostly been keeping it elevated. Helps with the throbbing. ;)
Gah! That looks painful.
I'm not really sure what I'm looking at though. Does the nail polish only go half way up? It looks like there's bloody clear nail up at the tip, and painted nail at the base. And all of it's bloody and damaged. Or is the entire nail painted, and half of it's gone?
Oh Ali I have to say I am sorry about ur finger! That had to hurt like a son of a bitch! :eek:
Shittington!
Ali that looks bloody awful. But in a creepy way, I'm so glad you shared.
Bruce, I've never been one of those women. Well, not since my very early 20s.
But part of my change is to stop thinking, "That's not me, I don't that" and be more positive, "I can do it with practice, even if it means starting again every day."
Which is a deep and meaningful reason for a rather silly aim. But it doesn't hurt anyone. Until I trip over Diz of course. Pesky cat.
And they are great boots.
The nail polish ends where i was able to cut the nail back to. The clear area is exposed nail bed.
It was bent all the way back to the cuticle, but I couldn't get the clippers any further back without touching the exposed bed. When the nerves settle down a bit I will cut the rest off so it can heal cleanly.
Ow. Ow. Ow. I sympathize. :(
I'm thinking of taking the alternative to the glitter wedges down to the shop, to see if they have any cat milk.
But it's raining, the route is hardly well paved - a problem as they have stiletto heels - and they almost definitely won't sell it anyway.
And I think it's too soon for me and these boot/ shoes to go out.
Although with concentration I can even walk in the park in my red shoes now (very uneven paths and up/ downhill stretches. So I can learn.
Maybe I'll take my go-go boots.
Then even if there is no cat-milk at least I've achieved something.
I start cooking dinner in about an hour and a half, and I worked this morning, walking there and back so there's that already on the achieving front, it's not all about shoes.
Decisions, decisions.
We learned to walk in heels by wearing thick socks and vacuuming. Be careful you don't fall and twist an ankle. Vanity be damned!
Turns out I was fine. And they did have the catmilk.
Took the red shoes to Luton hospital today.
Was glad to take them off when I got home, blisters on the soles of my feet.
That's the ache I remember, the reason I used to end up dancing and walking home barefoot, or getting a piggyback from an obliging young lad. I lost a boot in a nightclub that way. We were staying on a boat, so we got a taxi to the marina and I was carried onboard like a new bride. And no, I didn't sleep with him.
I just need to wear the red shoes and alternate silver stilettoes out of the house and stand in them for a while. I'll build up immunity. The wedges I will continue to practice in. Just not outside. Look, people learn to walk on stilts and millions of women wear heels as high as the ones I am acclimatising as everyday footwear (not the glitter wedges I admit, but catwalk model wear shoes just as silly.)
Anyway three women said they loved my shoes. It was the mile walking home after having them on for 6 hours that was the eye-roller. Like this :rollanim:
Bought 46lb of spaghetti today.
Bought 46lb of spaghetti today.
Why?
How many gallons of Chianti will it take to wash that down?
Today marks ten years since my mum died. It has been a pretty sad day, but i cleaned my oven and got high on fumes, so i guess thats something.
Sorry it's a tough day for you, Ali. Hope you're holding up well.
Im ok. I just beat Fred to the end of candy crush again, so the day hasnt been all bad.
Thinking of you, Ali *hugs*
Why?
Because it was ludicrously cheap on clearance and my aquatic children and their teammates eat a metric buttload of it and I'm fed up to the back teeth of running out of it. It's dated to 2015 but I bet it won't see 2014
How many gallons of Chianti will it take to wash that down?
Hopefully none. they're 14 and 15. besides, they wash it down with Chlorine.
I regularly buy 30+lbs of pasta in one go, but I think this was my record for one type :)
Hey, Ali. Mentally giving you a panda squeeze
Ah Ali. Grandad's annivaersay is coming up at the end fg this month.
Nan's just around the corner.
I think I'll get Mum a card to let them know I'm thinking of her.
It's hard feeling you are the only torchbearer.
Monster I wonder if you converted anyone to FSM with your mighty purchase?
You know that your low rise jeans is a bit too low when you accidentally sit a coffee spill and your undies get wet. :-/ Anyways, I hope I don't stain the sofa, sitting here in the doctor's waiting room. Hihi....
Say 'undies get wet' again. And this time, por favor, say it slowly. [/creepy]
Mmmm... wet undies... :yum:
I'm having a day off! I'm not doing anything very much today unless I feel like it. I might decide to do a little bit of cleaning - or I might not. Might do a little writing - might not.
Other than the obligatory dog walks I am only doing what i fancy doing today.
RFN episode 1 of series 2 Arrow is buffering ready to watch. Have hot mug of coffee and a *ahem* smoke all prepared.
Sounds like a mighty relaxing day.
I have promised to stop posting about the cold in another thread.
So this is my last huzzah.
Crikey me I am irrationally cold compared to the actual temperature.
Thanks for listening.
Am tempted to go and have a Potato Farl to warm me up, but sadly they are in the freezer. Outside in the shed. Body says maybe an early snuggly night would be better.
I thought you were always too warm. Why are you so cold?
Carrot gets too hot if I leave the central heating on. So I am shivering away in a tshirt, jumper and dressing gown. Seriously considering adding a scarf...
I thought you were always too warm. Why are you so cold?
I think it's a combination of weight loss*, lowering of body temp due to lack of alcohol and I the combination of meds I am on.
* I have lost 80lbs after all.
But I have always reatined heat very well, even as a skinny-minnie, which is why I am self-diagnosing and deciding on drugs dugs, drugs.
I sat shivering through the second day of my spirometry course today, in a room set at 65 degrees 'so that we would stay awake'. Went upstairs (in the hotel) at break and got my winter coat. I haven't felt cold since starting tamoxifen - it produces hot flashes that let me single-handedly heat entire buildings. So ... :confused:?
Carrot gets too hot if I leave the central heating on. So I am shivering away in a tshirt, jumper and dressing gown. Seriously considering adding a scarf...
Wait, what? How do you determine Carrot is too hot? :confused:
He finds the draughtiest spot near the door and pants like a mother fucker.
His coat is very thick at the moment.
I think it's a combination of weight loss*, lowering of body temp due to lack of alcohol and I the combination of meds I am on.
* I have lost 80lbs after all.
oh no sweetie, you must weigh only 100 pounds now. sounds like you have lost practically half of your body weight. i wish you could come to my deer camp. you are so small, we could both fit in the same sleeping bag :heart-on:
you know i don't really care what size you are. it is your thoughts/wit that attract me :blush:
He finds the draughtiest spot near the door and pants like a mother fucker. His coat is very thick at the moment.
If you regulate the heat for yourself, Carrot & coat will adjust. There's no sense in you freezing your ass all winter, and possibly getting sick, for his short term comfort. You're the big dog, he's joined your pack.
Yeah. But I get cold at the slightest drop in temperature. Other people come to my house and are too hot :p
I can get warm adding layers. Until he's been and had his fur cut down he's kind of stuck with the all over woolly blanket.
Do you have central heating, like a thermostat controlling the temperature to a preset choice, or a couple of heat sources that you control manually?
Tommy used to work on the docks
knees have been on strike
He's laid on his back... it's tough, so tough
Gina worked the diner all day
Now working’s all done, she brings home no pay
For love - for love
She says we've got to hold on to what we've got
Cause there’s a line for the bathroom
And our bladders are shot
We've got arthritis and that's a lot
For pain - well give it a shot
Whooah, over half way there
Livin on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin on a prayer
Tommy's got his sixth crown in top
Now he's holding in what he uses
To make it talk - so tough, it's tough
Gina dreams of running again
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers but he’s got his teeth out
We've got to hold on to what we've got
Cause there’s a line for the bathroom
And our bladders are shot
We've got arthritis and that's a lot
For pain - well give it a shot
I thought I'd been given a really butch haircut.
It looked like a real buzzcut by the time I took my hat off (you can't count what it looks like leaving the salon because that just doesn't count unless you are a hairdresser yourself).
Having put on skin make-up, eyeliner & mascara, I'm happy with the look.
It will wash and wear well and it won't need cutting again for ages.
Cost £28, which is a lot for me, so it wasn't just my vanity that hurt yesterday.
Still not sure it was worth the price, but I'm less genocidal today.
I thought I'd been given a really butch haircut.
Pix or it didn't happen.
No can do.
No cameras in this house any more; Dad "tidied" them away.
Christmas would be so much better if i were dead.
How can you say that? You know that's not true.
Just over it to be honest glatt. Thats all i can really say. I am sick of competing with fish for my husbands attention, and hes passing on his selfishness to his son. I feel like he got what he wanted from me, so now its time for me to fuck off.
Ali - Don't you dare talk about being off dead. You are so sweet and pretty to even jest about something like that. You did something very, very special for me. You will always be special to me
Thaniw sarge. I'm glad i could help you, even if it was just something a bit silly. Xx
In other news, i have finally decided to download the walking dead. Mav has been at me about it and after reading the thread here about it, i have relented. This better be good you lot!
Oh! You'll enjoy it :)
A couple of caveats though:
Firstly, the first two episodes were originally intended as a single episode but broadened out into a two parter. The original pilot was supposed to follow the events of the first few pages of the graphic novel, more or less to the letter. They then decided to draw out some of the subplots and allow a longer character progression - some people found the first two episodes dragged a little (not me, I loved them!), so don't judge the pace of the series on those first two eps.
Secondly, the character of the show shifts around the mid point of the first series. For the first few episodes, there's good story and characters, but the zombies are much more prominent. As the show progresses, the balance changes and the zombies become less prominent compared to the character drama. The first few episodes paint the danger - then they become the threat against which a deep and character driven drama plays out.
I thought I'd been given a really butch haircut.
Having very little better to do before my hols, I've stalked myself via the Cellar.
I have a list of phrases I must never use again.
Words I can't help, we all have our own verbal ticks.
But I have claimed my haircut is too butch over and over again.
STOPPIT.
I wear no make-up when I go to have my hair cut. I don't wear much anyway, but what I do wear is susceptible to the sloshy-sloshy-washy-washy of the hairdresser's basin.
I also wait to colour my hair until after I've had it cut, especially since I had most of the colour cut off before I went to Amsterdam.
I get my hair cut as short as possible so I don't have to pay to get it cut again too soon.
If I equate a short cut with looking butch (which in all honesty I don't have the features for) then it's my own silly fault.
That is all.
Oh well, the new Social Group I set up using the anonymous account didn't get any hits over Christmas. I thought it could be a place for former dwellars who left this past year to post without drawing a lot of attention to themselves in the forums. Perhaps the Social Groups venue has become too obscure; or, perhaps there was no interest in visiting anyway. I'll leave the anonymous Group up until New Year's Day on the outside chance one of them gets plastered enough to visit their old haunt. Maybe they'll see this post and find the safe house set up for them in Social Groups.
Oh well, the new Social Group I set up using the anonymous account didn't get any hits over Christmas.
Disappointment.
It's amazing what you miss when you're on tapatalk.
I don't know why. Actually, I do...but anyways. I'm feeling restless, anxious, and unhappy. :( Eating lunch gave me indigestion. That doesn't help. *sigh*
Cheer up, it'll get worse. ;)
Cheer up, it'll get worse. ;)
You're always an optimist. :-P. Btw, hugzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Thank you. You're always so sweet to me. Just want to let know I really appreciate it.
Excuse me Ms, the gentleman at the bar would like to buy you an automobile. :haha:
Yeah? A Mattel ot Hot Wheels?
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Bump! That's the way, uh huh-uh huh, I like it. That's the way.
ok whoever lives in the midwest and needs to have a groundhog predict more winter here raise your hand :eyebrow:
Super Bowl:
Amazing to me that Queen Latifa is singing the national anthem. She started out 25 years ago rapping about shooting cops, and got a lot of backlash.
Edit: oops. I guess she was singing America The Beautiful because someone else is doing the anthem
You know what? I've gotten used to terrible National Anthems. That lady was solid, as was Queen Latifah.
I am disappoint.
I was expecting a closer game.
Denver has the ability to put up a lot fast, I'm surprised they didn't kick the field goal to put them inside 3 touchdowns...
Speaking of inoffensive, Bruno is doing ok.
I don't know why they put the Chili Peppers out there too. They did not meld well with Bruno. It was like mustard frosting on a cake.
Wow. I think we'll be switching over to Downton Abbey at 9:00.
This game is remarkably boring.
Worst ever football.
And they're going to try to run 24 out there again because Fox I guess.
You lot really should start watching real football...
I thoroughly enjoyed the game. Shame it wasn't a shutout.
GO SEAHAWKS!!!
I thoroughly enjoyed the game. Shame it wasn't a shutout.
GO SEAHAWKS!!!
Like your fantasy football team, Mr Football? :lol2:
That was painful to watch. I didn't really have druthers on which team won, but I like Peyton and expected...well I didn't expect the Broncos to be blown away like that.
And they didn't even have the decency to behead any coaches or referees. hmmmph.
I agree Bruno didn't suck too badly. He didn't do his crying songs. Queen Latifah did a nice job on America the Beautiful and that opera lady was a nice change from the warblers they usually have.
I was offended ;) that there was an ad featuring Prancing Beckham. He's so totally gross. If I had a colored card I'd hold it up to indicate my chagrin. Then I'd behead someone.
I watched the first three quarters. I found it nearly impossible to believe either, a) The Broncos threw the game, or b) Someone drugged the Broncos' Gatorade with a mild sedative.
The whole spectacle from the first insane attempt at a snap to Bruno Mars meets the Red Hot Chili Peppers made me think that there is no driver on the bus.
When did the whole thing turn into a giant music concert, anyway? Queen Latifa, Bruno Mars, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers? Are there now three halftimes in the game instead of just one? [/haven't watched a Super Bowl since like the late 90s]
I watched the first three quarters. I found it nearly impossible to believe either, a) The Broncos threw the game, or b) Someone drugged the Broncos' Gatorade with a mild sedative.
The whole spectacle from the first insane attempt at a snap to Bruno Mars meets the Red Hot Chili Peppers made me think that there is no driver on the bus.
That's what I was feeling but couldn't quite put words into it. My cousin touted that Manning is the best quarterback ever and that I will see why. I was a bit flabbergasted while watching the game. Still enjoyed myself since I haven't watched a game since the 80's, hehe.
Normally, Manning is extremely good. But you wouldn't know it from watching that game. Clearly, Seattle has a great defense, and their offense is good too.
I was a little surprised at how loud it was. There were a lot of Seattle fans in that stadium and they made a lot of noise.
When did the whole thing turn into a giant music concert, anyway? Queen Latifa, Bruno Mars, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers? Are there now three halftimes in the game instead of just one? [/haven't watched a Super Bowl since like the late 90s]
Queen Latifah sang America the Beautiful...pregame stuff.
No one knows why the Chili Peppers appeared in the middle of Bruno's performance. I thought they would be cool and he would be so not cool, and it was the other way around!
It was in 1993 that Michael Jackson performed at the Super Bowl and effectively turned the halftime show into a Big Deal. Before that it was a lot of college marching bands and Up With People. (heeeheee, remember them?)
I thought they would be cool and he would be so not cool, and it was the other way around!
Exactly!
Normally, Manning is extremely good. But you wouldn't know it from watching that game. Clearly, Seattle has a great defense, and their offense is good too.
I was a little surprised at how loud it was. There were a lot of Seattle fans in that stadium and they made a lot of noise.
It was like they stole Manning and replaced him with a high school quarterback. "Let's see if anyone notices."
He is SO good. I mean, Seattle's defense was killin'...but for Peyton to look so awful was painful to watch. He seems like a nice guy. I love me some nice guy quarterbacks, so I was disappointed for him.
I predict fewer babies named peyton in 2014. unless they spell it PayTon
Oh noes. That means there will be more babies named "Russell."
I predict fewer babies named peyton in 2014. unless they spell it PayTon
P'ayVon
... Prancing Beckham. He's so totally gross. If I had a colored card I'd hold it up to indicate my chagrin. Then I'd behead someone.
Nooooooo!
I mean I don't get the whole Superbowl advert thing, but your comment made me look up the Becks advert. Nothing wrong with a fit man taking off his clothes, shurely?
But I admit I'm a fan, so I'm biased.
Very :redcard:
Actually he was in my dream Saturday night.
Although it was more about Victoria and their daughter. And ended up being about a hotel set over the sea with a five-storey external staircase. The way dreams do.
Right. That's it. I don't like fit nekkid men. :rolleyes:
And don't call me Shirley. :lol:
I think he's creepy. Victoria is creepier.
Now, more importantly: PUPPY BOWL.
Here's an interview with the referee. I love this guy. I want his job. Pick up a puppy on a penalty, tell sweet puppy face he can't do that, put puppy back in game.
http://newsfeed.time.com/2014/01/31/watch-the-agony-and-ecstasy-of-a-puppy-bowl-referee/Oh noes. That means there will be more babies named "Russell."
and Bob
and Art
and Matt
:lol:
It took me a while to get your joke, that I basically set you up for!
Genius! :)
Nooooooo!
I mean I don't get the whole Superbowl advert thing, but your comment made me look up the Becks advert. Nothing wrong with a fit man taking off his clothes, shurely?
do.
I like fit nekkid bodies. I enjoyed the ad too. :-D
According to the Chinese Calendar, post Whores is goatse.
I went to google what goatse means. One search said if you don't know what goatse means, consider youself lucky. Just walk away and live a happy, naive life. So, I think I'll stay naive.
Anyways, I'm watching Sports Illustrated 50 yrs. swimsuit cover. Christie Brinkley looks amazing! I want to be able to look like her when I'm 59 yrs. old. Hell, I wish could have her figure now.
Goatse died a few years ago and they've finally taken his site down.
Anyways, I'm watching Sports Illustrated 50 yrs. swimsuit cover. Christie Brinkley looks amazing! I want to be able to look like her when I'm 59 yrs. old. Hell, I wish could have her figure now.
Shit, Christie Brinkley wishes she could look like that at 59, too. I mean she's above average, no doubt, even accounting for multiple plastic surgeries, but that magazine cover is still photoshopped out the wazoo.
I wasn't talking about her cover picture. I was talking her body now. She was on the show and looked awesome.
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Like your fantasy football team, Mr Football? :lol2:
--snip
It turns out I can't play *fantasy* football either.
**shrug**
I'm not equipped for that game. I don't have cable or satellite tv, nor do I have enough interest in the game, much less the individual players to work that program. I'll rejoin the stands next year and watch y'all duke it out.
I'm in the same boat, and it turns out all you need to know is what the fantasy football app tells you. All the relevant stats are right there in front of you. But it does take time. Upwards of 15 minutes a week if you are really paying attention.
The interesting thing is that once you are reading the stats on these guys, the names and teams start to sound familiar and you start to notice the real world games.
That's how I was with premiere league for a while. My team was awesome but I couldn't pick most of my players from a crowd. but then I started to pay attention. For a while.
I was lucky. John Madden called me every week and helped me with my line-up. Thanks John! :)
nothing to say really.. I just decided to check back to see if the cellar had started offering coffee yet.. nope. which is okay.
Hi cowhead! How've you been?
Ho-lee cow(head)!!
Welcome back man!
I still think of you when I play "your" track on my cmep cd. Coffee?! I'd love to bring us each a mug if you'll sit down and catch us up.. Hmm?
:coffee: :coffee:
It is -8 degrees here and there is a lady bug walking around my desk :eyebrow:
It is -8 degrees here and there is a lady bug walking around my desk :eyebrow:
A facebook "friend" (Parent of kid's friends/teammates) of mine posted the same. then that she put the poor thing outside :(
I just "rescued" a ladybug from my office by taking it outside to freeze to death instead of stepping on it. Good move, Lis.
Save it, Nirv, save it!
It's the same one Monster's "friend" put outside. It's a survivor.
Although we've had an an influx of foreign ladybirds, which aren't really what we know as ladybirds. Harlequin ladybirds. If it's one of those - kill it!
Y'know, it really irritates me the way my niece's generation has started calling them ladybugs.
Yes, I know that's petty. But 'Ladybirds' is so much nicer.
Well, now, ya learn a new thing every day...
The name "ladybird" originated in Britain where the insects became known as 'Our Lady's bird or the Lady beetle.[9][10] Mary (Our Lady) was often depicted wearing a red cloak in early paintings, and the spots of the seven-spot ladybird (the most common in Europe) were said to symbolise her seven joys and seven sorrows.[9] In the United States, the name was adapted to "ladybug". Common names in other European languages have the same association, for example, the German name Marienkäfer translates to Marybeetle.[11]
From wiki
Did you know that the common image of Mary draped in blue (think of a children's Nativity play) comes from the fact that blue was the hardest colour to paint with and the most expensive to obtain? Large areas of deep blue were therefore a shorthand for importance.
I didn't know that. Though I did know that blue pigment was uber expensive. Lapis lazuli ground up to a powder. Used in illuminated texts, and more expensive than gold leaf.
Y'know, it really irritates me the way my niece's generation has started calling them ladybugs.
Did you tell them to get the hell off your lawn?
Unlike Ladybug or Ladybeetle, Ladybird doesn't prepare you for the vicious killer they are.
Yes, yes, I sic those badasses on my roses' parasites. Go get'em tigers!
Who wants to Skype with me? I have this new, big monitor and wants to try out Skype on it, hehe. Anyone?? :-P
Damn, I'm hungry. Waiting to exercise. I just may not have the will-power to and eat instead. :-/
So, you want your post count to go up? But can't think of anything worthy of its own thread? Post here!
Your random thoughts. Your useless post posting. Before you know it, you'll be a post whore extraordinaire!
OMG This place is just like Bastard Factory
http://bastardfactory.net/forumsWell...inasmuch as there is a thread there to boost post count.
Shush.
Make a tuna sandwich and retreat to the treehouse.
Brrrrr......it's the low 30's and I'll be going to the arboretum with the 3rd grade class.
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I hope you made a tuna sandwich.
Stepped out th front door and by habit, locked it. Now I'm sitting in front without my keys. How stupid is that. Haha...
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I'm glad mine has to be locked with the key, cause I'd do the same damn thing. :haha"
STREEEESSSSSS
All of my own making, no-one else to blame. friends arriving tomorrow (UK friends, started in NOLA, on way here to leave from DTW), not ready (no floor space for airbeds never mind pristine house) never will be. Why can I never learn. Well I know why but shit. I always put my own family needs on the backburner to deal with the needs that affect other organizations because I took too much on and am constantly playing a losing game of catch-up and I figure the family might still love me if I fail. And I didn't realize until a post on Facebook today that we were a huge part of their trip, I thought we were just a passing visit so it's be ok for them to take us as they found us and it might have been ok for one night but it's three and I feel so stupid. I am so stupid, in the elephant in the room way. I knew it was three nights, it just hadn't really registered. There were so many other things to try and get done with deadlines before then :( Some hidden dumb part of me thinks I have Hermione's time-turner stashed away somewhere. Actually, I probably do under all this crap. See I can still joke. Maybe it will be OK :cry: unexpected bedding to wash and urgent gardening requests don't help plus I need to go swim to check I'm on to recert as a lifeguard on Sunday :eek: (which is not frightening the shit out of me at all) And I have to finalize hiring a couple of swim coaches. this morning. I'mm'a do that next.
monster, take deep breaths. Your friends want to see you, not your house. It'll be fine when they get there.
It's true. Your friends are visiting you. They don't care what the house looks like.
And it will come together. Ask the family for help. The kids and Beest can help get ready. If you work together, you can clear a spot for airbeds faster than you think.
feckin well hope so. I just needed to write it down then I can concentrate on getting shit done. Wallowing in self pity is my biggest procrastination tool at the moment :(
Urgent gardening requests????? Ah, this is work, is it not? If not, stuff it. If so - are you allowed a little vacay?
ETA and if Hebe's old enough to drive she sure as he'll can wash some bedding.
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yes work. made the effort, went, and she got impatient and has had some "landscape" service cut everything to the ground. probably killing most of it. I'm so ready to dump this insane client but we need the $$
No, Hebe cannot wash the bedding. She has like 10 minutes to get her homework done tonight. and it would make her feel even more like crap which I'm not about to do. It's done anyway. washed, dried, folded. Even te fitted sheet. Laundry is the least of my worries, it's the one thing I do kep on top of and the machine does most of it. I was just feeling a little sorry for myself, I though that'd be allowed in the postho thread :(
Of course it is. I'm just trying to offer practical solutions. Here, have a :grouphug: instead. Moan away, that's what we're here for (among other things).
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thanks. most practical short-term solution: hire storage lock-up and haul it all out. Or chuck it all in the garage and have both cars in the driveway. but I'd at least like to nod in the direction or a longer-term solution or I'll just feel even shitter about myself. ah well. On the plus side, went to the gym instead of working for crazy garden chick and swam half a mile then had 10 minutes in the hot tub in an attempt to destress a little. maybe it worked. But people were assholes in the pick-up-line at school. I guess all racing to get out of town before each other. Polo game tonight. Local Derby. not too exciting though. We're in a "building" year and expect to be slaughtered.
People. God they're hard to deal with. We're on hollybags at the moment in glorious Perthshire and GADZ the tourists!
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and GADZ the tourists!
I'll jump on that band wagon. Holy tourist throngs, Batman!
Lil' Pete landed in London yesterday to join the throngs.
How old is she again? Are you apprehensive?
19. Not really apprehensive, she's been in Milan all semester with side trips to Athens, Rome, Barcelona, and the Italian Alps so I'm used to her wandering. She is in a sketchy hostel for the moment,..
She just needs to keep her valuables inaccessible, she'll be fine. :)
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As I knew they would (visitors always do) my friend messaged last night "oops, we're less than an hour away didn't realise how close it was....." :lol:
She's an old hand at Europe, and smarter than the average bear, but that doesn't matter. She could be ensconced in the US Embassy with 24 Marine Corps guards, Dad must exercise his prerogative to worry a little. Keeps him young, you know. ;)
24 Marine Guards! Who will watch the watchers?
She's smart, she can pit them against each other at will. :yesnod:
L'il Pete has lucked out with the weather!
Or maybe she brought it with her and I should be thanking her.
Hope she has a wonderful time. London is full of wonders.
Spent a couple of hours with Mum at their new flat yesterday.
She was there to take delivery of some flat-pack furniture, which a very nice man is coming to assemble in the next week.
The place is even more beautiful now that the sunlight is filtered through trees.
The amount of natural light is still enormous, but the immediate view is softened now the branches aren't bare.
I came ready to roll my sleeves up and do stuff, but Mum just wanted company and conversation. Oh and lunch, which I brought. The only slightly jarring note was when she told me I was getting fat again (yeah okay, I am) and I would never get a man that way. Right. Okay. Thanks. Like i want one after breaking my ex husband's heart.
Anyway. We got on so well, and the place is so lovely. I feel real envy; she is actually getting what she deserves. I could :facepalm: for forgetting the camera. Little chance I will document it for you now.
Oh crikey. I really am leaving.
After mithering me about packing for days (I have been) Mum said yesterday, "Oh you have tomorrow off, don't you? Can you go to Argos for me?"
Well, yes. Only I was in Argos earlier that day. And the reason I have time off is because I am trying to organise a move halfway across the country. And you are staying in the same town.
But hey. She's helped me so much.
And if I feel bereft about moving away from everything and everyone I know at 41, it must be worse for her at 67. She's leaving behind neighbours she's had for 40 years and a house which she raised a family in.
I thought our preplanned trip to London ended up being at a really bad time, but in fact I think it will be perfect. Cherry and Sheila together and happy with one last good memory before both our moves.
I think thats a great idea Sundae. Xx
I could for forgetting the camera. Little chance I will document it for you now.
That's OK, pictures couldn't be better than the word pictures you paint.;)
That's OK, pictures couldn't be better than the word pictures you paint.;)
That is such lovely thing to read. Everyone has been very kind to me recently. I mean, I get it IRL; I'm leaving so they don't have to keep it up :lol: but it's been true here too.
Ended up having to go to bed with a sick headache and a job not fully completed.
And when I say sick headache, this isn't laziness, it's very real. It wasn't a migraine, but I know my body well enough to know the incipient signs. Back in the day, Mum would have called it "getting myself into a state", and she didnt mean Pennsylvania. That descripion works as well as anything; my emotions affected my physical health long before I even knew it was possible.
I've broken the back of the packing. It's 97% done.
Toiletries can be swept into a binbag if I so choose.
Clothes can be bundled up similarly.
Staying calm is my biggest challenge now; if'n I can only avoid more panic then this is completely manageable.
As Professor Brian Cox knows, things can only get better.
A 'sick headache' is a sign that you need to rest, slow down for a minute. I'm glad you recognize that and just let it be. This is how we take care of our mental and physical health. Knowing when to say when. We're not all wired for constant stress; some people can do it, most of us cannot. You are going to be great! You know the signs and the steps to take, and you're not beating yourself up. :)
Actually, if the stuff isn't breakable, bin bags are easier to load and carry than boxes.
...and easier to snag and tear. And less "storable-for-unpacking-later" which could be a positive or a negative......
Okay, I'm here in Otley, using free wifi in a cafe.
Just wanted to log on to say thank you so much to all the Dwellars for their card and housewarming gift.
And of course my Christasteers for going above and beyond in terms of physical moving.
This is a general catch-up, as there's only so long I can eke out a cup of tea.
Still disorientated and emotionally unstable. Still overwhelmed. Had an afternoon kip and woke up completely disorientated. I felt a rush of panic and had to breathe myself back down. I did though.
I'll write things up properly when I can include photos and also feel 100% confident of feeling confident, so as to do this place and the help I've had proper justice.
Which is why this post is here and not in the location thread.
Just for the record I joined the library today and got forms from the Doctors (I need to findsome paperwork to provide some of the details they require).
The library and Post Office are right behind my flat.
Going to see a film at the Courthouse tonight, it's a Community Centre, not an odd name for a cinema. May as well do that than stare at the walls.
Going home form here (approx 2 minutes walk) via a cheap shop where I can get a dustpan and brush for under £3, which apparently the three large supermarkets can't manage!
Then Argos to get my Cellar-camera.
I keep worrying about leaving the flat for too long because of Diz.
Then remember he's not there at present.
I miss him tons, but it really is for the best.
Raining here. Has been on and off since I arrived.
No worries about sunstroke here I guess.
Thanks for checking in. I was wondering how it was going.
Good to see you've landed safely. Enjoy the film.
:)
Yay!
... had to breathe myself back down. I did though. ...
Every time you do this, it'll be a little easier next time. x
Nice Blog, Limey. You take nice pictures too. :thumb:
It sounds perfect Sundae. Chin up lovely. You will get there. Xx
Better pm your new address to those of us who might want it too btw. :)
Starting to wish I brought my IPad to watch some tv shows. I'm sitting here in the waiting room with my mom, both waiting for her to be taken back to prep for surgery. Ugh! I only brought a Time magazine to read. Thought that and the Cellar and FB will be enough to keep me company, but my eyes are starting to get tired. :-(
Waiting rooms suck. I find that I can't even concentrate on what I'm reading when I'm sitting in one.
Found out there was a hiccup in the scheduling at the hospital. They had cancelled her surgery so she had to put back on as add-on. That's why the wait was so long. Finally in the prepping room. Been here for 1 1/2 hrs. Sigh...hungry. Will run to the mall for lunch once my mom gets pushed into surgery room. (Hospital is across from the mall, hihi.)
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Does not sound much fun - hospital/clinic waiting rooms are horrible places to wait!
Yeah. And it gets cold after a while too. I will go home for a bit after her surgery is done, (my sister will come then), then I will come back to stay with my mom tonight.
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I didn't get home until 6:30. :-/ I went back in at 9. I thought I could just sleep through the night. But dangit, the monitors keeps on beeping and my mom keeps on shifting. Why doesn't she sleep??? As soon as I lie down, the nurse will come. Rain is hitting on the big glass window and it's thundering.
....The nurse came. He turned off the monitor and gave my mom some strong painkillers. I hope she doesn't get extreme nausea like I did. How come she won't close her eyes??!!!??? She won't have a chance to rest tomorrow. They'll be dragging her to physical therapy twice tomorrow. Okay, I'm gonna try to catch some snooze before the nurse comes in to give more morphine 1 1/2 hrs. later.
You're a good daughter Lola.
Thanks, Griff. It would nice if my mom thinks so too. :-P
Well, I'm back. I've put on a movie for my mom in hope that she will sleep some tonight. She hardly slept last night, didn't eat much all day, had physical therapy twice, combine with strong pain meds, her BP dipped so low that she almost fainted today. Therefore, her doctor won't let her go home tomorrow as I hoped. Oh well....I guess I'll have a sleepover in the hospital again tomorrow. :-P at least I'll have another day to clean the house before my mom comes home. :-D I'm getting hungry so I'm eating my mom's crackers...lol. I'll just ask more from the nurse later. Pain meds and aspirin are giving my mom an upset stomach. I know how awful that feels. Oh yeah, my mom complained that I snore too loud. Hahahaha.....She told my sister to send up a stick so she can wake me up...lol.
You're a good daughter Lola. I hope they send your Mum home soon. More for your sake than hers I think. haha xxx
Haha....thanks, Ali. My mom seems to be sleeping now, so I think the movie did the trick. The room feels colder tonight than yesterday. Glad I brought my sweater. I'm gonna put on a heat patch on my shoulders and maybe sleep some. :-P I think I'll eat another cracker first, hehe.
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I AM HOME!!!!! Well, my mom is home. I'm just thinking about myself because I'm so happy with the thought of sleeping in a nice bed rather than a hard recliner chair. :p: It's a pity that morphine can't be brought home though. My mom is much nicer on morphine. :D She's been really testy with me after I disappeared from her hospital room for 30 mins. two nights ago. It's all downhill from here. :thepain:
3 days this week working the rock dig and performing in the informative play for K-2 grade kids from local schools...about 1000 kids total. The question and answer periods are hilarious. There are other events too. Love the kids, love being at the fairgrounds (was moved from a nearby nature preserve due to weather) and loved the other folks involved, especially my big brother who runs this portion of the event through the association he directs.
My mom got him involved in this 3 years ago, from mentioning a learning tool that the association gives to local kids to a woman involved with the festival. She was there in our hearts the whole time.
And in case you didn't know...birds are made from trees. Funny kids.
We pulled in to our driveway after running an errand today and noticed that our beautiful lush mint patch was turning brown. Looked a little closer and saw all these little red bugs all over the mint. A little google search later and we have found our culprit. The four lined beetle. Little fuckers. The picture looked just like them. So I scroll down to the part about controlling them, and the preferred method of control is to plant mint around the plants you want to protect because they just love mint. *facepalm*
We pulled in to our driveway after running an errand today and noticed that our beautiful lush mint patch was turning brown. Looked a little closer and saw all these little red bugs all over the mint. A little google search later and we have found our culprit. The four lined beetle. Little fuckers. The picture looked just like them. So I scroll down to the part about controlling them, and the preferred method of control is to plant mint around the plants you want to protect because they just love mint. *facepalm*
try planting garlic in the patch
You can even put some garlic juice in a spray bottle with water and try that for a more immediate fix.
...but then your mint will taste of garlic
Nah...the smell and flavour dont permiate. (Sp?). It doesnt need to be that concentrated.
I actually used Natural Orange cleanser on them. Sprayed the shit out of the mint and killed hundreds of the beetles. And then after 20 minutes or so, I hosed off the mint so the orange cleanser wouldn't kill the mint. Next morning, there were far far fewer beetles and the mint was still alive. I need to buy more of that orange spray.
These beetles are nymphs now. The last thing I need is to allow them to mature and lay eggs that will hatch next year. Gotta kill these babies.
You need predators. Will Ladybugs eat those things?
I had a mouse adventure the other day.
An adventure with a mouse.
I was on my lunch break, walking home to Diz, when I noticed a mouse ambling across the road. I mean he really didn't seem to be in any hurry. I considered that he might even be a tame escapee, because wild rodents usually dart and scamper.
Omg I really didn't want to see him made into mouse jam before I had my sandwich.
There wasn't any traffic on my side of the road because of the traffic lights at the nearby junction, so I went into the road to harry him a little, to hurry him up.
So he sought refuge under the nearest parked vehicle, a Mercedes van. Which had its reversing lights on. Sigh. I stood behind it, in clear sight of the mirrors and watched as Brer Mouse climbed into the alloy wheel. When will this responsibility ever end?
I had to go and knock on the window of the van, which it turned out was (about to be) driven by an immaculately turned out young blonde lady. "A mouse has just climbed into your wheel arch" I explained. "My wheel arch?" she asked, which I thought was odd, because my mind would have snagged on the word mouse, but hey, maybe she was stealing the van.
She got out and Mr Mouse's taily was sticking out. She shrieked then, in proper 50's sitcom fashion.
I reached in, hoping to spook Sir Mouse, before the lady either swooned or just got tired of the whole affair and drove off. Of course no mouse, tame or wild likes great big sausage fingers appearing suddenly. Bite. Ow! Withdrew said fingers sharply, without realising they were still mousified.
Whizz goes the mouse. Dangermouse, flying over the road, right into the path of the oncoming traffic. Exactly what I'd been trying to save him from in the first place.
Luckily the whole debacle had taken enough time for the lights to change and the traffic on the other side of the road was now static, queuing at the lights. A lovely lady in a very big white car saw something at least that made her brake.
I darted across the road, picked up Bitey Mouse from where he was lying on his back, stunned and deposited him in the flower bed. Oh, I picked him up by his tail, and he was alive enough to squeak at me, so maybe he did live. What can I say? I did what I could.
My finger of course bled like buggery. No tissues in my bag, all I could find was a strip of paper. I had to go home smeared with oil from the wheel, blood from the bite over my whole hand and running down to my wrist and the fear I'd been bitten by a mad mouse and still deal with a hungry cat, make myself a sandwich and get back to work!
Anyway. No real resolution to the story. Mouse was gone by the time I walked home. I didnt look on my way back to work. No infection from the bite. But if he was a weremouse I might not know the full extent until the next moon.
OMG! You're such a good person, Sundae. A lot of people would've just let the mouse to its fate.
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Any wild animal you harry/chase/grab, will bite/claw/gore, to avoid becoming a meal. It's not will he bite, it's how big a bite will he take. :haha:
It's nice outside. I've been weeding for a few hours. I came inside for a bathroom break and decided to mix a drink.
whoops.
I don't know how much more weeding is gonna take place. I drank too much too fast. Maybe Ill just go outside and sit in the chair and take in the glory of my partially weeded garden and wait to be able to stand/walk/kneel/weed/focus with more confidence/consistency.
...
that sounds kinda terrible, but look. I was very thirsty, and I got this big cup I like. I filled it with ice, full! and then mixed in some marga mix, triple sec, oops, no tequila, so vodka, what the hell, I only taste the mix anyhow.
Man... tha's a big cup. probably 32 oz, and it's almost all gone now.
I'm gonna go try to pull some more grass out of the flower beds.
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in different news, the radio just announced baseball sized hail in Nebraska. fucking fuck. that is icy death from above. yeeeee-ikes.
If smart phones are so smart, how come the screen is completely invisible in the sunshine?
Also (TMI WARNING): I have neon yellow mucus coming out my nose, after a month of an awful cold or whatever it's been. Like toxic waste colored neon yellow.
You might think it's funny, but it's snot. :bolt:
but it's snot. :bolt:
Hee hee!
That never gets old.
I came in here to post this. I picked up a pound bag of lightly salted roasted almonds at Whole Foods yesterday. They are yummy to munch on as a snack.
As I picked one up to pop in my mouth, I noticed it had a fuzzy tail. WTF?
So I split it open and looked inside. Too dam small to see with my crappy eyes, but my phone can see.
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And I unfolded a couple of paper clips and started pulling the fuzzy tail apart. I think that's a bug!
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It was roasted, so safe to eat. But I chose not to.
Be careful with those almonds folks. Look at them before you pop them in your mouth,
Holy attachments Batman!
Edit: Phew. That's better.
omg omg omg omg omg omg
That's like a space being, in a nutshell. (snickers...and speaking of snickers I only really like Almonds in Hershey Chocolate Bars, and I just bought one, and now I may not be able to eat any of it. )
omg :barf:
I generally try to avoid casual profanity.
But FUCKING HELL!
Sue! Sue! Sue!
And I don't mean a boy called...
Complain anyway. At the least you'll get a refund.
What a horrible surprise. I've never even been that disappoint by the contents of a Kinder Egg.
That ain't just a bug. That's a bug wiv babies.
Gross me out dude! Oh, and WTF!
That is disgusting. If I were eating it, that piece would've gone into my mouth. :vomit:
Roasted cock roach Yum! ;)
See, that right there is why you should always get the chocolate covered so you won't see that shit. :haha:
This is a sentence i never thought I would say;
My neighbors are on a river cruise in Budapest and I will be feeding their sheep and rabbits for 10 days...
Yes, I'm sure that sentence wouldn't come up often. :headshake
Keens make my feet stink more than any other footwear I have worn. Ever. It's really remarkable.
Keens make my feet stink more than any other footwear I have worn. Ever. It's really remarkable.
What I find help reducing stinky feet (my own, hihi) is rock salt. I bought mine online but they sell these deodorant salt bars at the grocery stores. After shower, rub the salt rock on your feet. The salt will kill the bacteria on your feet and soon there will be no more smell. :D
We sell an unpasteurised cheddar called Keens.
Funnily enough it smells of feet.
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... He attends class every day with Rachel in San Antonio, Texas, and is connected to her via a buddy leash. "They're so cute together," Teresa said. "They're such a great team."
Taxi can alert family and teachers when Rachel is about to experience a seizure. "He predicts she's going to have a seizure up to an hour and half before it happens," Teresa explains. "It seems to be a smell that the body emits, but until dogs can talk we can never know for sure. ...
I like it too! interesting that there are sisters in the same grade (probably sisters, Benke isn't a very common name, eh?)
on a differnt topic, I *AM* getting up to finish the yardwork now. and by finish now, I mean go outside and and turn off the chipper.
More likely cousins.
My guess anyway.
Has your chipping made you chipper?
In our high school yearbook, photos for grades 9-11 were mixed in all together alphabetically, only grade 12 got to have a separate section. So they might not even be the same age. But also, fertility treatments continue to keep the rate of fraternal twins/triplets high. This coming year, our Kindergarten (110 students in total) has 4 sets of twins, and 2 sets of triplets.
More likely cousins.
My guess anyway.
Has your chipping made you chipper?
never even thought of cousins. It's usually sisters in my experience. Like Clod says, many twins. Our swim team of 70 has three sets... And two non-twin sisters in the same grade. But no cousins.
I thought of cousins because my sister's family all live in the same town.
Abs went to the same school that both her Aunts went to (ME! one of them anyway) and three cousins. Okay they had different surnames.
It's strange for me, because my Dad was almost of a different generation than his brother; my cousins are so much older than me (and live in London). I didn't have an extended family growing up and felt a little rootless because of it. It affected my sister too, only with her it made her determined to put down roots.
Of course Abs has twin boys now, and in fact they have twin cousins on their Dad's side. All conceived naturally. They're unlikely to end up in the same school just because of the way County lines are drawn. But they may be in the same school as their mother's aunt's youngest child (I am rubbish at proper names for family ties) because they are only a few years younger.
Today a friend of mine from HS came to visit and pick up some cupcakes. We have been in touch a fair bit ever since our 20th reunion five years ago, but for one reason and another, never actually caught up in person. I guess one of the main reasons is that he has cancer, so has been pretty busy with treatment. His prognosis is not good. I know we've all moaned about cancer before, but it just really sucks for my friend. He's the same age as me and he has secondary lung cancer. The first was in his brain, and they had to do a fair amount of structural damage to his face to get rid of it. They have improved things for him somewhat, but he still thinks he looks like a freak and has been very reclusive for the last year or so, in particular since he got his latest news. He stayed most of the day just chatting while I was doing cupcakes and stuff. It was like nothing had changed, but everything was different. He's still the 16 year old boy who stole my first kiss (although I gave it willingly), but he's now a man facing his own mortality and dealing with preparing his wife for what is most likely an untimely end for him some time in the next few years.
Anyway, I just feel so abjectly useless. I know it's not about me, but he is the last person who deserves this. He's the sort of person who just helps people. I kid you not, he tried to help out a mate who had a broken leg by mowing his grass for him half way through his last round of radiation. That's the kind of person he is. Selfless to a fault. Anyway, I wish I had a magic wand. All I have is fucking cake.
I know we've all moaned about cancer before, but it just really sucks for my friend.
We don't moan about cancer, Ali.
And you are not moaning now.
We say FUCK CANCER and struggle to deal with the fuckety-fuck it doles out. As you are doing.
Not a criticism, just shoring you up here.
Anyway, I just feel so abjectly useless. I know it's not about me, but he is the last person who deserves this. He's the sort of person who just helps people. I kid you not, he tried to help out a mate who had a broken leg by mowing his grass for him half way through his last round of radiation. That's the kind of person he is. Selfless to a fault. Anyway, I wish I had a magic wand. All I have is fucking cake.
You are not useless, except in the way all of us are useless in the face of cancer.
If you can acknowledge it to the sufferer you're miles ahead of useless.
Which is all coming the long way round to saying don't beat yourself up. And I really feel for you.
These days it seems like I'm holding my breath just waiting for the next person I know to be diagnosed.
I would almost rather it was me so I could get on with dying rather than living in guilt.
Note "almost".
Thanks Sundae. I guess in one way that whole big picture has been helpful with a croupy baby with the vomits tonight. Didn't seem half as bad as it might have if I'd not already been counting my blessings.
Anyway, I wish I had a magic wand. All I have is fucking cake.
I bet that's a lot more than some friends have offered him. People get weird about illness, and no one wants to spend time with you anymore. I bet he enjoyed his afternoon with you far more than you can imagine.
I bet that's a lot more than some friends have offered him. People get weird about illness, and no one wants to spend time with you anymore. I bet he enjoyed his afternoon with you far more than you can imagine.
Yups, I was thinking the same. You HAD cake. I'm sure it was fucking awesome. ;)
Who is paying off the Supremes these days? We're so fucked.
Sitting here with a cocktail, waiting my friend to come for lunch. I could've continued to shop around rather than go to the restaurant, which was empty, to save a seat as she requested. But then again, I would've used oogles of money had I done so. It's a good thing she called though. She's about 30 mins late and still hasn't called to say she's on her way. :(
Thought of Sarge that's why I bought this little notebook.
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I don't know if this is amusing me, or irritating me, or what, so it's going here.
I forgot the date of our wedding anniversary, to the point that I scheduled us to go have dinner at a friends' house that night.
Just like I did on my own birthday. Same friends as last time, even. I think there might be something in me that pathologically avoids personal holidays.
Forgetting your own wedding anniversary ... are you trying too hard? There's such a thing as sublimating too many disappointments.
Nah, I've never been disappointed. I genuinely don't care about stuff like that, I only make an effort for the people around me who clearly do. If anything, the subconscious rationalization is that if I defer celebrations in my honor, I might not have to bother with celebrations for anyone else either. :)
I have to say...you fuckers aren't posting as much as you used to, unless this is just a slow period. WILL YOU FUCKING ENTERTAIN ME ALREADY?!
If you're a friend of mine on FB or Twitter, you might notice that I have some politically-spirited friends. I enjoy talking about politics, but...I am sooooo fucking tired of people speaking in sound bytes. Will you have a fucking original thought already? It's maddening.
I hear you. My FB is all dumbass right and dumbass left. Where's the damned dumbass middle?
There are people in the middle, but so are the genitals which are much more fun than arguing politics.;)
The Democrats won the war here. All the Republicans either left or stopped caring enough to argue every point against overwhelming numbers of fear motivated bleeding heart socialist idealists.
So all you're likely to get now is a bunch of people agreeing with your communist view points. You should probably go back into hiding, comrade.
Well, i think they should start using corporal punishment in schools. Have a go at that.
Oh that's just so much bollocks Jim.
People have left. People on the right have gone, people on the left have gone. People on the right have stayed, people on the left have stayed.
There are republican views expressed here and there are liberal views expressed here.
Oh that's just so much bollocks Jim.
People have left. People on the right have gone, people on the left have gone. People on the right have stayed, people on the left have stayed.
There are republican views expressed here and there are liberal views expressed here.
Shh, I'm trying to troll eldicomore. Sheesh. And don't be a sore winner. You know it's true, what I said.
I think I'm in a touchy mood lol. Sorry. I'll step down off've my high horse.
Ya know, you carry around Mao's Little Red Book and you're automatically labeled a commie...
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When does afternoon become evening?
Because cat charity lady said she wouldn't be able to get Diz back to me until later on this afternoon (I called before midday).
It's coming up to 18.00.
Now in my mind we're approaching teatime, and after teatime comes evening.
And I can't hassle her because she's been making sure my boy didn't starve alone in an empty flat.
And I was going to go out and get him a treat for tea - a little bit of fresh chicken from the butchers, where you buy by weight, not great big prepacked pieces. Only I can't really go now, especially as she only has my landline.
SIGH. Shoulda gone the second after I put the phone down this morning I suppose.
And don't be a sore winner. You know it's true, what I said.
This is kind of true all over. The sensible Republicans are embarrassed about going along on the Bush parade, so the party nutters are the loud voices right now. It'll turn but the moderate GOP needs to figure out how to talk to folks like they're smart and still get elected.
Hope you got some sleep.
Although I expect it's more about how much you are taking on.
Do look after yourself.
I'm sleeping far too much, sleeping off all this.
Making an effort to go out every day, but only usually as far as the shops/ to feed the ducks. I'vve been signed off work because of the combination of drugs I'm on. Seems a bit excessive, but then I think about hand-carving, using a slicer or even handling cash and stacking shelves. Too many potential accidents/ errors/ injuries.
So to make the most of this in a safe way I am going to take a bus trip tomorrow. I can stay on the bus if I feel crook, sit down if woozy and at the very very worst just ask someone to help. It won't come to that, but it's easier out of a work uniform. NB - getting better significantly day by day, I want the structure work gives to my life. Also, bills are going to be bloody hard to meet without overtime this month-e£4.80 busfare doesn't make a dent in the bills, but stops me going stir crazy.
Oh, finally blonde again. Been progressing slowly through the shades and this was my final kit. I do like me blonde. But it's also a good starting point for when I get bored and want to recolour :)
Lost 10lbs. Though probably mostly dehydration.
If'n I get down to 11 stone I'll go black again. I think it only suits mw thin. Okay, 11 stone (151lbs) is not thin. But it's a goal, right? I mean I've been 259 while I was on here.
I will catch up eventually. :)
What exactly happened to you Sundae? I only realised last night that something had happened to you. I havent really been keeping up lately. Glad you're doing better now. Hope you get back to work soon. Xx
Is mostly in the Liver and Cherry thread.
But the cheat notes are I let myself get badly dehydrated and vitamin-deficient which isn't clever with a dicky liver. Off to hospital in ambulance for five day stay, signed off for another week. Diz taken care of by charity via social services but back with me after a full week.
Am sleepy, woozy, waiting out time to get back to earning enough £ just to live.
But I am alive.
I was doing an image search for Lola Bunny when there it is, a picture that I posted in the Cellar. Luckily it wasn't a picture of me, but really? So, any pictures I posted here may just pop up in google search. I would freak out if I had posted any nsfw pictures.
That's what the "anonymous" account is for among other things. Only WE would know you posted nsfw pics.
That's what the "anonymous" account is for among other things. Only WE would know you posted nsfw pics.
But you're not supposed to know who posted the nsfw pics when done anonymously. :eyebrow:
Then you have no idea who's posting this, do you Honey Bunny? :rolleyes:
Somebody is high. Ms Bunny hasn't posted NSFW pics ever, so she doesn't have to be, and isn't worried about that.
Anonymous is high, or troubled.
Lola, don't worry. That is how search engines work. But that doesn't mean any picture you post, even if it is you, will go back to your real name. And kudos to you for no NSFW photos. Who wants to take that chance? Youre OK.
Then you have no idea who's posting this, do you Honey Bunny? :rolleyes:
Uh...uh...uh....who else calls me Honey Bunny. :right: :smashfrea I was gonna put up the whipping smilie, but then you may enjoy that, huh? :p:
Whip me, beat me, make me write bad checks. :D
SHAMELESS PLUG:
There's an adult with autism who runs competitively, whose mom is an internet friend of mine. He is nonverbal, low-functioning, and can't cross the street alone, yet with the help of dedicated "running guides" to keep him protected, he's done 7 marathons with a best time of 3 hours, 14 minutes, and is well-known in his local running community.
He's in a contest to be on the cover of the "Running World" international magazine. The red vote button is in the upper right corner, and you can vote up to once a day. You know, if you're so inclined.
http://covercontest.runnersworld.com/entry/654/I tried to vote, but the site requires my fb or my twitter credentials to verify my humanity. I decline.
He gets my vote in every other way though.
Awesome:)
Voted and on the choice of attribute I chose 'Inspiring'.
Yeah, no credentials. I wonder if being on the spectrum helps him get into the zone?
And kudos to you for no NSFW photos. Who wants to take that chance? Youre OK.
Thank you. :D
Lola I will post NSFW photos of myself, if you do.
Hey, I thought people weren't supposed to make threats in the Cellar. :eyebrow:
Me posting NSFW pix, scary ain't it.
Maby Lola should post pix to keep me from posting NFSW pix of myself.
Maby Lola should post pix to keep me from posting NFSW pix of myself.
Seconded.
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I couldn't figure out where to put this tale of woe, because I don't really like the guy it happened to, so it's not upsetting me, but it's too mean to say it's mildly amusing me... Just call it an "oh, snap!" moment.
So there's this guy at our church who has a number of health problems brought on by decades of shitty diet and lifestyle, including kidney failure. Five years ago when it all started, they told him that the average wait on the kidney donor list was 6-7 years, and the average survival time on his kind of dialysis was 5 years. So at this point he's on borrowed time.
He has seven brothers and sisters, most of whom were found to be a match, but they all declined to donate a kidney to him. Which, hey, I get. Many of them have an obligation to their own children to stay alive and not take risky surgeries, and like I said, the guy's a bit of a grump, I certainly didn't try to hand him one of my kidneys.
Except just last month, one of his other brothers was diagnosed with kidney failure, and one of his sisters immediately offered to be a donor for the guy. Which they found out right before having to spend a week with these people at a family reunion. Oh. SNAP.
Wow, that's really harsh. I get that he's grumpy and maybe mean spirited himself, but gosh, I can't imagine being part of a family that would behave that way. How aweful.
seven brothers and sisters, most of whom were found to be a match, but they all declined to donate
I wonder why they would be tested for a match, unless they were at least entertaining the possibility of donating. Maybe hoping they wouldn't match and be relieved of the burden of refusing. Or afraid they might look bad to the rest of the family, until one said no and the rest knew they wouldn't be the only one. I supposed if he was an asshole, they all might have been considering it and he said/did something that pissed everyone off.
Not much choice in relatives they're kind of assigned. But your friends you get to choose and there's no obligation to choose any of your relatives.
I understand where the family loyalty, blood is thicker than water, and all those proverbs/slogans came from. How up until a hundred years ago your family was your security, your future, your life. Whether you feel that's for better or worse, that's no longer true.
Some may have split with the family over marriage, religion, sexual orientation, or a million other reasons, and wish they hadn't. But I know for sure there's a few Cellarites who pretty much broke with their families and are better off for it.
for me, I think the prognosis for the recipient after transplant would be a factor. maybe for the sister too. Would you give up a kidney if you suspected the recipient would abuse it as they did their own?
Definitely not. Then again, I'm pretty sure the other brother doesn't have some rare genetic disorder, his kidneys are failing because he drinks soda for breakfast just like the grumpy one. I wouldn't give a kidney to either of them.
But I know for sure there's a few Cellarites who pretty much broke with their families and are better off for it.
I'm one of them, and I feel much better.
I'm sitting here drinking a diet coke for breakfast.....
It's cool, that's cancer not kidney failure.
for me, I think the prognosis for the recipient after transplant would be a factor. maybe for the sister too. Would you give up a kidney if you suspected the recipient would abuse it as they did their own?
No, but I wouldn't get tested for compatibility either. It's kind of an involved process with a chance, although small, of something going wrong, like an infection. Seems to me the time, trouble, and risk, would be dumb if I already decided no. :headshake
I dreamed about John Barrowman last night.
It was just an odd dream, not great but not bad either. Mum was in it too.
JB was drinking John Smith's Bitter, which surprised me. Mum also claimed not to know he was gay.
I emailed her today to say what a silly old woman she had been in my dream.
I feel the need to rant about something, but I don't know what. It's one of those days for me. I have these negative feelings about injustice and crankiness and god knows what. If I start, just let me go.
Consider yourself warned. :)
If I start, just let me go.Consider yourself warned. :)
So, i stayed away spent my time planning a teddy bears picnic cake, and making the bears. Also, another tinkerbell cake. This one will be different though. So anyway, not a bad day in the end.
I neeeeeeed to go to bed. I have to be up early to deliver the highschoolers to the highschool and then drive through rushhour to a dodgy part of Detroit for a 10am appt. But I only just got in from running a stressfullish swim meet and am now caught up with email etc and want to play..../chill/whatever I DON'T WANT TO GO TO BED!
poo
Having to get revved up to get everything done, then trying to chill out knowing in a little while it's full throttle again, is like being a diabetic on a sugar see-saw. :haha:
"I know you're stupid but can you be less stupid?" That's my new favorite quote. I recently accepted this part-time job, and this one girl at the office told me she actually said this to another staff member. :eek: :lol: Now I'm starting to think of this sentence when I'm faced with certain people. :D
...
What a stupid thing to say to someone. Maybe she's upset because she thinks others are taking her share.
Hehehe....that girl is a tad mean to the other man. She even admitted to it. She's upset because he wouldn't do his share of work. I'm learning all these new stuffs that he said took him 4 months to grasp. After two days, I'm already getting the hang of it. So maybe he is a tad slow. :p:
Damn you to hell UT. Every time I open up the cellar I get an earworm. Like walking in the rain and the snow...
Well! The only way to manage that is to replace it with something also earwormy from the same time period!
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This song is charming somehow, and I don't know why. Its charm is what?
That it is absolutely ridiculous in every way?
That it was sung by a porn star who can barely sing, at a time when unlike today, porn stars were considered unclean and never made crossovers into any other form of entertainment? (Hint, I think in 1976 it was believed that with the arrival of disco, we were all gonna get laid.)
That it features terrible amateur musicians and is a terrible recording?
No. It's charming because it features a wood block, throughout! Not even a cowbell! And in the bridge, for a while, the wood block is struck twice on 2 and 4, instead of once. A bold move.
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I'll tellya what blew me away, one time... when I realized that Saint Etienne's "Hug My Soul" (1994) references "More More More" by using almost the same opening line. The Et's Sarah Cracknell sings "Ooooooh, what are you thinking of" and duplicates the rhythm of True's opening line "Ooooooh, how do you like your love". It's on purpose.
And the song in general is 10 times better played, 100 times better recorded, and is sung by a true musician instead of a ridiculous porn star. And its charm comes from a pair of flutes, not a wood block. Flutes, always welcome by me in a pop song. Gorgeous harmonies, a sublime key change, a stunning arrangement combining full orchestration with modern sounds. So this song is a much more worthy earworm.
"More More More" hit #4 in the US and #5 in the UK. "Hug My Soul" hit #32 in the UK and did not chart in the US.
(note, this is not the official video. just ignore the video part and listen to the song.)
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Well, that girl maybe couldn't sing, but boy oh boy could she dance. :lol:
And thanks for the new earworm. :rolleyes:
2 days until Walking Dead is back!
My baby got asked to the school dance by a girl. Old I am.
Can't wait for WD! It seems like forever!
I refuse to be a post whore.
...working on it. Not doing very well though.
I'm not upset, pissed, or apprehensive. I'm just very stressed today. As I've mentioned before, I'm a horrible driver, and I have no sense of directions. In addition to that, I can't see street names very well. :the pain: My sister and I share a car, and I need it today. My sister has to go to work, so I had to drop her off in order to keep the car. I was so damn lost, it freaked me out. I've haven't back on the freeway since 20 years ago. Today, I got lost, went round and round when I was only 5 mins away from the destination. On the way home, I found myself on the freeway. I got lost again on my way to pick her up. Argh....I can still feel the stress although I've been home for over an hour. The thought of taking her and picking up her up from work every week is freaking me out. Okay, so maybe this should be in "what's upsetting you" thread. :thepain3:
At least you can say that you know your way around ... [COLOR="Silver"]and around and around and around.[/COLOR]
I have a spare TomTom if you want it. Postage and its yours.
Damn. That's how you get the good lookin wimmin...:eyebrow:
:p:
Be a post whore!
Think I'm already there...
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Grav, you are the Champ!!!
Which makes it so much easier to be tonight's post whore ... I'm just an amateur, after all. I refuse, like sexobon, to go pro.
Grav, you are the Champ!!!
Which makes it so much easier to be tonight's post whore ... I'm just an amateur, after all. I refuse, like sexobon, to go pro.
there's difference between a vocation and an avocation.
I have a spare TomTom if you want it. Postage and its yours.
OMG! How did I miss this??!!?? Thank you!! :hug: PM me infos how to pay you and such. I have paypal account if that's the means you want.
Do you ever shake?
I mean I know some of my shakes come from being an alkie, but I shook & shivered & my teeth chattered as a child.
And yet never, not ever, have the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
My guess is you get one or the other.
Prove that I lie.
I do shake prodigiously, and the hairs on the back of my neck never stand up. BUT I maintain this is because my long hair keeps my neck warm, as the hairs on my arm have been known to occasionally stand at attention.
Oh my arm hairs rise up at every given opportunity.
I'm a proper ape for that.
But no-one writes about that do they?
It's all about hairs on necks.
And the second I read that the fourth wall is broken. Lazy lazy writing I think .
Almost definitely unfairly.
I get the heebs every once in a while and both the neck and arm hair stands up. And I'll shake if I'm really cold.
I am having a difficult time coping at the moment. Also, I called a customer this morning to confirm a booking and she told me she'd decided to go with someone else. The cake was for tomorrow. A) I have now implimented a non refundable deposit policy. B) I should have called her yesterday. C) What a fucking bitch. Apparently she decided to go with someone cheaper. Good luck with the quality.
Also, same old same old here. Kids driving me nuts. Feeling unsupported. Broke as a bastard.
So tired of it all.
:hug: to you
and
:smashfrea to her
I get the [COLOR="Magenta"]heebs[/COLOR] every once in a while and both the neck and arm hair stands up. And I'll shake if I'm really cold.
Does Monstah know? :eyebrow:
On Thursday the President gets to pardon himself.
Is that what he calls it?
:p:
Where do I know Amanda Plummer from?
I've looked her up and I still can't work it out.
She was in the last episode of Hannibal I watched (clearing the DVD decks in readiness for The Water Margin).
She was SO familiar, but nothing listed reaches out & grabs me as something I've watched and certainly not something I've obsessed over.
Does she remind me of someone?
She's certainly distinctive.
I can't watch too much Hannibal at once. I find it disturbing now.
I was okay about it before, watching it at the 'rents, on TV, in their living room. It's different on DVD, alone, in a cold place. It hurts.
Will Graham looks gorge though.
I never had a thing for thin men - I like big bears of men, hairy and fat. But he's so still, so self contained, so pared back. It feeds into my current obsession with my own weight. Which I admit isn't recent, but has been galloping up recently.
I think I might just want to disappear.
I wonder how thin I have to be to literally fall through the cracks.
Oh, FTR, I'm not going to do a Karen Carpenter on you.
I'm eleven stone thirteen. According to BMI I'm still overweight.
There's a reason this is in the Post Whore thread.
She was in Fisher King. And she was Hunny Bunny in Pulp Fiction.
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I can't watch too much Hannibal at once. I find it disturbing now.
I was okay about it before, watching it at the 'rents, on TV, in their living room. It's different on DVD, alone, in a cold place. It hurts.
Will Graham looks gorge though.
Me too, on both counts. Had to stop watching Hannibal, but briefly grieved the loss of Will Graham. Couldn't cope with someone so tortured in real life, but he does do the wounded animal thing very well.
They've been playing that song "Royals" on the radio a lot. So it's stuck in my head a lot. But as it goes through my head my brain changes the lyrics a bit:
Let me be your ruler (ruler)
You can call me baked beans...
I don't know why.
They've been playing that song "Royals" on the radio a lot. So it's stuck in my head a lot. But as it goes through my head my brain changes the lyrics a bit:
Let me be your ruler (ruler)
You can call me baked beans...
I don't know why.
Perhaps because Lorde's rendition is boring and needs something to spice it up. I previously posted this cover by a 13 y.o. that arguably blows Lorde away.
Some talented youngsters out there ...
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Wow, that's very good!
Let me be your ruler
You can call me green tea...
My brother flies into town from Toronto with his Canadian family for a whirlwind tour of DC. Turns out his wife is good friends with one of the senior staffers in the White House, so they get a private tour and even get to step into the oval office when Obama isn't there. Meet the chief of staff. Their elementary school aged kids are now under the impression that when you visit DC, you get to go to the oval office, and then visit with uncle glatt.
At least he got one of these for me.
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Have they met their demise yet? The candy, I mean...
And how were they?
They would not last around our house Keryx would devour them.
There was so much candy in the house yesterday, I didn't eat these ones yet. They look good though.
Wow! Fran's? Really?
Fran's Chocolates from Seattle? That's so cool!!
Yep.
When President Barack Obama was on the campaign trail four years ago, he discovered her legendary Smoked Salt Caramels and went bonkers for them. Now, special visitors to the White House receive a box of the salted caramels stamped with the Presidential Seal as a parting gift – half in milk chocolate (The President’s favorite) and half in dark chocolate (First Lady Michelle’s preference).
My son's music tutor can be seen performing on TV today. I can tell you more about it tomorrow (it's supposed to be a secret) but I think that's pretty cool. He's routinely in our living room.
Letterman. He's in the President's band and it was a secret that Michelle Obama was surprising Dave on the show, but now that taping is presumably over, I guess I can put it on the Internet without pissing off the Secret Service or getting our son's tutor in trouble.
Not certain what to say about this thread... :cool:
Oh, I see my post up there. So we recorded Letterman that night, and even though the musicians all look the same in their uniforms, we could pick our guy out easily. He was playing the clarinet right next to Paul's keyboard.
He said that playing on the show was a blast, but the rest of the day sucked. (My words, not his.) Secret Service had the whole building locked down, and he and the entire band had to wait the entire day sitting on the floor of a small room on a different floor from Dave and Obama until it was time to go on. So he couldn't meet Dave or talk to any guests or anything. But he loved actually playing on the show.
You tormented crossword puzzle freaks and suffering students of English Comp, who need an object for your derision, center for your dartboard, chose Shakespeare/Bacon. Although there are five times as many English words today, he(they) started the great expansion of words for words sake.
Nice. Made me think of this:
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This is not me.
But apparently looks like like me. Seen by a friend on an online advert.
Hmmmm. I wonder why she looked twice and considered it might be me?
I obviously give out that mature dating website vibe.
Now comes a California law suit involving 2 nuns, an archbishop, a pop-singer, and a land-developer ...
which it will be decided by a judge whose last name is O’Brien.
Who do you think is going to win this ?
Or... when it comes to a battles with nuns, where has
Archbishop Jose Gomez been for the past couple of years ?
2 Nuns, a Developer and Katy Perry Walk Into a Real Estate Deal
NY Times - MICHAEL CIEPLY - JULY 2, 2015
LOS ANGELES — God moves in mysterious ways — particularly when it comes to Los Angeles real estate.
And few transactions have proved more mystifying of late than conflicting attempts
by the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Los Angeles and a group of nuns under its supervision
to sell an eight-acre hillside estate here.
The property might go to the pop singer Katy Perry.
Or it could fall to the restaurateur and developer Dana Hollister,
depending on whether the sacred matchup or a more profane alignment
of lawyers and would-be buyers prevails.<snip>
Some on both sides have been shocked by the highly public nature of the fight,
which has spilled into court and onto television screens.
It pits the local archbishop, José Gomez, against a pair of nuns,
Sister Rita Callanan, 77, and Sister Catherine Rose Holzman, 86
—both appeared on NBC’s “Today” show this week —
who are among five remaining members of a Los Angeles order,
the Sisters of the Most Holy and Immaculate Heart of the Blessed Virgin Mary.
“I would have thought everyone would sit down and it would be settled in five minutes,”
said J. Michael Hennigan, a lawyer for the archdiocese.
Instead, Mr. Hennigan and his various opponents are getting ready
for a hearing on July 30in Los Angeles County Superior Court.
Judge Robert O’Brien has been asked to issue an injunction blocking
the nuns’ proposed sale of the villa, where their motherhouse and novitiate
had been based since 1970, to Ms. Hollister, which would clear the way for a sale, instead, to Ms. Perry.
Okay, really whoring it up here...
But if anyone is already a member of Trip Advisor, could you give me some positive feedback? Sundaegirl72
It doesn't get me money, it won't change my reviews (feel free to read them, they're almost certainly the same as I've written on here) and won't really do me any good.
But they've introduced some kind of points system. Presumably to counter bad publicity about pretend reviewers by encouraging real people.
So what I'm suggesting goes against the letter of the law, but not the aim.
Y'all know me. I've been to every place I've reviewed.
And I've left the most honest review I can.
I may have skipped a few places out because a bad review lingers like a bad smell and it's not fair if somewhere was just having an off-day. If I make a complaint it will always be at the time, not from behind a keyboard.
Oh actually, that's a lie.
I complain here, or to my Mum. But I don't sound off on a website for rating places.
Phew, pulled myself back from the brink!
I also try to follow Infinite Monkey's rule of making an effort to thank staff personally.
Please and thank you are ingrained here, to taxi drivers, bar staff, people in pet shops etc. But time is what I have to give, so I do try to emulate her and go out of my way to find Teh Management and tell them how impressed I am. And yes, I'm one of the sad sacks who fills out the feedback questionnaires printed on till receipts. Because I remember when that was important to me.
Now comes a California law suit involving 2 nuns, an archbishop, a pop-singer, and a land-developer ...
which it will be decided by a judge whose last name is O’Brien.
Very simple, who legally owns the property? They are the only one who can sell it.
Often, Google maps doesn't work fast enough or is too complicated to use while driving, but on the way home from NEPA yesterday, it worked BEAUTIFULLY.
Route 81 is under construction in the vicinity of Pine Grove and Ravine. It's closed in one direction and traffic shares one side of the highway (a single lane in each direction for about 25 miles or so.) On the way up on Friday, there was an accident along this stretch and we got stuck at a standstill between jersey barriers for about 45 minutes while the wreck was cleared.
So we already knew traffic was heavy and this was a bottle neck on the way back home. As we approached 209 from the north, traffic slowed down to a crawl. I pulled up Google maps and saw traffic was mostly black with bits of red here and there for about 20 miles on 81. We had a hundred yards or so until the exit onto 209. (I highlighted the section of 81 on the map below where there was traffic.)
I asked my wife to enter in our home address into Google, and let it direct us home. It told us to take that 209 exit and get onto 325 South.
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Let me tell you. 325 south is absolutely spectacular. It is straight as an arrow and the road surface is smoother than 81 and there is zero traffic on it. For 25 miles I barely had to move the steering wheel at all. And I was going faster on 325 than I had been going on 81 before the traffic jam. It's a beautiful road. Goes right through state hunting land next to a reservoir. Scenic and fast and ZERO traffic. Yeah baby.
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Good find, probably built to sneak the mistresses of the Harrisburg politicians, or Fort Indiantown Gap Generals, in and out. :haha:
There was one spot where I saw two backpackers crossing the road way in front of me, and I slowed down enough to see the Appalachian trail sign as I zoomed past.
On the Carlisle Pike/Capitol Beltway zig from 581 to 15, that was my area since age 16 and you missed Katkeeper's house by 500 feet.
A bit weirded out.
I was sort of friends with a kind-hearted, very decent man. He never made a move on me (which was good as it was never going to go in that direction) and offered to help me out in many ways. I turned almost all of them down, because despite bemoaning my isolation and loneliness, I have learned to be solitary.
Things were creeping up though. He was more tactile than I liked. Nothing rude, but I get a bit twitchy about physical contact I don't initiate. Ask Limes, Dani or Carruthers and they'll probably refute that - because I know them and like them. Mr Limey too - I'd never hold back from a hug with him. But this person would touch my shoulders, my leg, my hair (!) No.
Anyway, it's all a sad story because he has a very possessive daughter, only ten years younger than me. I have no issues with her - she lost her Mum (and this man lost his wife) to illness. But it meant she got quite stroppy about me "being in his life" in a way she didn't with his male friends.
I decided I couldn't deal with this. I had to sit him down and be open and honest and explain that while I was happy for us to bump into eachother, to have a laugh and a smile, I couldn't make plans to meet up, accept his offers of help, let him bring round food etc. I've accepted very little from him finanacially - as I say, the odd cup of tea, a takeaway (because he gets it free from where he works), an offer to go to the hospital with me - I refused - and he has a copy of my keys so I can't lock myself out any more.
But it seems I wasn't careful enough.
He cried.
He actually cried.
I felt like I was his wife telling him I'd shagged his best friend, and he was saying, "I don't care, I still love you anyway!" I had no idea it would be drama-central.
I got three calls, two text messages and three voicemail messages (which I have not listened to and won't). He wanted me to speak to his daughter to clear the air?! Errrrr, no.
Bloody hell.
People, emotions. I'ma gonna stick with my rats.
Sod this.
Maybe ya could take the girls out and shake 'em at him a lil bit?
:p:
Sorry it went down like that Sundae.
You are not responsible for other people's emotions, Sundae. You did your best to let him down carefully and gently. Please try not to feel bad that he is upset. His emotions are his, you're not responsible for them.
Sent by thought transference
Correct.
Easy to say, harder to live, still correct.
Had a long walk home on Friday. Got blisters on the soles of my feet.
Was hinky about whether they would burst, especially the plum coloured one on my left foot.
It did.
Right outside Sainsbury's.
SQUELCH!
Fluid all over my flip-flops and the pavement.
I'd been sensible though - as well as wearing flip-flops, which can simply be rinsed under the tap, I had tissues and wetwipes in my bag.
And a lovely lady stopped to ask if I was okay while I was cleaning myself up - she was younger than me, but concerned that I'd cut my foot on something. Probably a Mum, bless her.
Grim grim grim. Is throbbing a bit, but am happier knowing it's all done now.
I think the other one may have leaked out slowly - it's more pancake than fried egg.
.....it's more pancake than fried egg.
You have a way with words. :D ;)
Okay, really whoring it up here...
But if anyone is already a member of Trip Advisor, could you give me some positive feedback? Sundaegirl72 ...
I am, but I don't understand this at all.
I think I understand. If you log in to tripadvisor, and search for her name, and click the tab for the users who show up in the search results, you can see the 25 reviews that she has done. If you click through to each review, you can scroll down to the bottom and click that the review was "helpful."
I think that's what she means, and I just did it for most of her reviews. Then I got distracted and lost my place and gave up.
There is a [COLOR="LemonChiffon"](Hallmark)[/COLOR] "Siblings" day. I had a fleeting thought that that seems tough on only children. Then I realized every day is Only Child Day.
every day is Only Child Day
You mean today is another day about me!! It certainly is.
No, it's about me!
Me! Me! Me! I!! I!! I!!!
Fell over Saturday night.
At home, in my flat, sober.
There were a number of factors which are really not interesting enough to relate.
Tomorrow I'll try to capture the bruises for you.
Capture them on camera I mean - they're not free roaming.
Basically it looks like I put glue on my left arm from elbow to wrist and rolled around in soot.
Doesn't hurt any more. Just looks... chavvy. Like I've had a fight or something. With soot.
I went to karaoke at the local pub last. Had a fab time with a girlfriend who came down for the night. I could have got laid too. Twice. By two different blokes. I declined though. I just had no interest. Was weird, because it's been a long time (10 years or so) since I have even been in a position to consider those types of options, and previously I probably would have jumped on it. I must have grown up somewhere along the way. Or something. Maybe even though I don't see much hope for my marriage it still counts in my subconscious.
I could have got laid too. Twice. By two different blokes. I declined though. I must have grown up somewhere along the way.
Or you're getting mean in your old age.
Those poor guys...having to drop 10 or 15 for an angry handy j in the alley behind the bar, whilst thinking about that hot chick who turned them down flat...wasn't interested, she said.
:p:
Probably too much sugar, got to stop licking your fingers. ;)
Practicing my Halloween makeup.
And realising I can upload pics from my phone. Both are a work in progress. ..
That looks really big even on my tiny phone. Can a mod resize please?
I think I have some things to learn...
Let the record show Sundae showed remorse...
But good make-up I hope.
Sure does, be careful they don't grab you and trundle you off to the emergency room in an ambulance. :wheelchr:
Sundae has just asked me to post these two pics.
As you can see, she's taking this Hallowe'en stuff very seriously.
I've advised her that it probably isn't wise to venture out to the shops or cashpoint thus adorned.
Goddamn she's good at that.
Should have pursued a career in sfx.
All she needs now is a t-shirt that says You should see the other guy!
Holy shit, I completely thought that was real. Excellent job, Sundae!
Man, it's pretty cool how teenage boys suddenly start taking 30 minute showers because they're super into hygiene. :rolleyes:
Wait til their socks start disappearing.
It takes a *lot* of scrubbing to clean a dirty mind.
I don't know how to go about cleaning a dirty mind.
I know if your brain itches your supposed to think about sand paper.
I spent some time over the weekend organizing my image files somewhat. I still have a lot to go, putting them in a proper folder structure. And I identified an instance where I re-used an SD card before archiving all of its contents, so I'm missing 110 images from a trip to the Hagley museum in Delaware last August.
But what I did learn is that I have taken 94,980 images and videos that take up almost 300GB. This was over 16 years, but still, that's a lot of files. It's so many, that I can go back and randomly look at many of them and see things that I had completely forgotten about. Day trips we had taken.
I ordered a wireless router from Amazon last week, and they sent me an email saying that I got a free year of completely unlimited Amazon Cloud service with that purchase. So what the hell, I loaded the 300GB of images and video onto Amazon's servers as another backup. My life has been immortalized now. I imagine Amazon will keep those 94,980 images and videos on a server somewhere even if I don't transition into a paying customer in a year. They will hold out hope that I'll come crawling back and pay them to get my files back someday. So future digital archaeologists can see my food pictures and pictures of taking stuff apart so I can be sure to put it back together again.
Hagley museum in Delaware
One of the few remaining places in Wilmington that J & I haven't gone to...
I really enjoyed it. But then I love old technology.
The demonstration of the massive water driven gunpowder grinding wheel was worth the price of admission all by itself, and I could have spent a day in the water powered machine shop. And the stories of the gunpowder accidents were memorable.
Sounds cool. I'll have to put that on a list.
Write it down in a letter to yourself
It really was interesting. And the "sheds" where they made the gunpowder were constructed in such a way that when an accident happened, the explosion would go off in a direction away from the village. Massive stone walls on the village side of the shed, and open air on the side away from the village. They had a lot of workers blown to smithereens in accidents over the years and sprayed onto the other side of stream in little bits.
I think the thing that is the coolest is that they just shut down production but maintained most of the buildings, so everything still works.
Facetious would be a pretty cool name. If anyone's expecting. [COLOR="LemonChiffon"]Lola?[/COLOR] or at least a middle name, anyway....
;)
Would the feminine version be Facetia?
Thats about 15 minutes from my place. Lemme know if any of you decide to come down/over/up...
Last night I made myself a hot chocolate, and I like it a little bit thick, so usually put a little corn starch in. So last night I must have put a bit too much in, cause it turned out more like chocolate blancmange. You americans would probably just call it chocolate pudding I suspect.
Anyway, I ate my hot chocolate with a spoon, and it was yummy.
yummy
(thanks for the way back Jim)
Last night I made myself a hot chocolate, and I like it a little bit thick, so usually put a little corn starch in.
Interesting tip. I'll have to try that.
Last night I made myself a hot chocolate, and I like it a little bit thick, so usually put a little corn starch in. So last night I must have put a bit too much in, cause it turned out more like chocolate blancmange. You americans would probably just call it chocolate pudding I suspect.
Anyway, I ate my hot chocolate with a spoon, and it was yummy.
That sounds awesome
Need some hot chocolate to wash it down. ;)
I just finished season 7, the series finale, of Nurse Jackie. My ex bought me the DVD for my birthday. (He be my ex, but he was in the position to become my ex for a very good reason...he gets me. Yes, we are still best friends.)
I am still haunted by it. No spoilers, just in case any of you ever get hooked on this fabulous show (Jesus god Edie Falco is a fine actor, and the rest of the cast were great also) but I can't seem to get it out of my head. Resonates. I watched the first episode again for continuity. It's just brilliant. Incredibly funny, and incredibly real.
So now I'm rewatching The Wire. Nothing like a bit of Dominic West to chase away some doldrums.
Oh, and Theme from Valley of the Dolls. More haunting than ever.
the current tagline gives me the creeps
the current tagline gives me the creeps
Oh me too! I wasn't going to say anything - but yeah. Bit skin crawly tbh.
It was one of foot'ers. Let him come back and defend it!
funny, that wasn't whose I thought it was. We've had it before. Ooh-err, Mrs.
If you accept, I'll throw in some extras, like conditions, doesn't that sound nice, hmmm?
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A "No" uttered from deepest conviction is better and greater than a "Yes" merely uttered to please, or what is worse, to avoid trouble.
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I apologize ... again.
[COLOR="SlateGray"](I've just tied the existing record and am going for the win!)[/COLOR]
You shan't win.
You shan't.
Just watched the Golden Globes. Rami Malek was robbed. Jon Hamm was great in Mad Men, but Malek's performance in Mr Robot was breathtaking.
I feel sorry for blokes. I went out both friday and saturday night last weekend, and I could have got laid both times (multiple times actually). Friday night was just to the local pub with the girls, and there's a guy there that was getting cosy last month when I was there, so it was no surprise.
Saturday night was different though. My g'f and I went out for dinner then went to a few different cocktail bars. I decided to do an experiment. I just made eye contact with everyone (men and women) and smiled. This led to a very entertaining night for me and my friend. We had lots of fun conversations with lots of people, and neither of us needed to have gone home alone (although we both did).
I'm only whoring this around because I was actually feeling a bit down about myself and my ability to get a mans attention, and I was pleased to discover that it took minimal effort to get it. It did me the world of good.
Oh, and the reason I feel sorry for blokes is that really, in the end, the woman gets to make the choice most of the time, and more often than not, I suspect it's a negative ghost rider.
Told ya so.
Mav wasn't too impressed with my story. He said it made him feel uncomfortable. haha
haha...yep. More or less, except I wasn't telling him about getting laid or anything. Only that some blokes still like the look of me. You'd think that'd be ok wouldn't you?
It's not what you were saying, it's what he was imagining that shook him. ;)
Hector's Driving test took years off my life today. He's a great driver but was nervous and completely fucked up the maneuvering skills test you have to pass before you go out on the road. three traffic cones died. Bizarrely, they let him pass that bit and we went out on the road where he did great and passed with flying colors so is now licensed. But we let him take it in the manual/stick tiny Fit because it he prefers the small car for maneuvering. He drives it well, it made sense. But nerves and unpracticeable situations put paid to that cunning plan. Then on the road test, he had to deal with dickheads who bully little cars but leave big tanks like the Grand Caravan (the other car) alone (I drive both regularly -the difference in how other road users treat you is incredible). I didn't think about this aspect of allowing him to test in the Fit.
the tester told him to change lanes to the right. She wanted him to be ready to turn, but he'd never been on that road before and didn't know that, and she'd just made him change lanes to the left. All he knew is that two cars in the next lane were determined not to let him in, so he tried to wait for them to go past. Tester eventually got frustrated and said "you need to move over NOW". cnut yes, it's real life driving, but in real life, you also don't bother about cutting people off or making seriously late lane changes or going past and taking another way if necessary.
I'd be concerned about the examiner failing me, if I got to aggressive with traffic, and try to do everything smooth a seamlessly like a driver ed movie. But we all know that's fucking near impossible in the real world. At least he got through it OK, good for him.
Give 'em Hec, Helltor.
I passed the technician level of the ham radio test. yay. i'm going to try for the general exam now. :)
Excellent! Well done.
Too bad Maggie doesn't come around much any more. You could have a nice chat with her.
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OMG It's Pi!!!!!!!!!
Pi!!!
You know how you have a friend who you really value in your life, but they're kind of anxious and forgetful and unreliable to the point where they really can give you the shits at times, and then you feel guilty for having the shits with them because you know it's because they're anxious and can't get their brain to focus for more than 2 seconds on one thing, but you still get the shits because every now and then this person thinks you're saying something mean to them when you're not and you have to just step back and stop talking to them for a while so you don't make them feel bad for being a ditzy, disorganised anxious person?
I have a friend like that. Today I am not talking to her for fear of telling her how annoying she is.
Well I don't know how that feels. But I know all my friends do.
It's me, isn't it Ali? Its's me, you're writing about me? You hate me?
I'm glad I'm not actually my friend. I'm so wearying.
But yes, you are doing the right and kind thing by keeping away and not hurting her. You are being very kind. Major snaps to you. That's not sarcasm - many people honestly don't get that the best thing is to STFU when someone else's drama is getting too much.
No it's not you Sundae. :) It's someone here in town who I see often.
Hello all.
In the Motor City, having fun and working hard. Rewarding and enjoyable so far. Went to Windsor tonight...based on all the questions I got asked by both Canadian and American border agents, I'm disappointed I wasn't asked to submit to an anal probe.
Staying in an extended stay a couple more days...moving to an AirBnB Saturday. Spent part of today in Flint...THAT'S a tough town. Have logged 1100 miles since 7am yesterday.
Driving in Detroit is like driving in Chicago, minus the heavy traffic. It is both exciting and terrifying.
Sleep...
Best question I got tonight, from the Canadian agent: "Have you ever been fingerprinted before?" I have...when I worked for a bank in St. Louis in the 1990s. I told her that, and she looked at me kinda crazy.
Oh...the American agent had a good one too: "What's your citizenship?" He asked this as he held my US passport that says I was born in Missouri.
Humans walked in space yesterday.
Nobody noticed.
Humans walked in space yesterday.
Nobody noticed.
The explosion at Cape Canaveral took center stage.
Keeps crashing my FB phone app. But the earlier pictures are cool. Not a lot of people on the roads.
Humans walked in space yesterday.
Nobody noticed.
I noticed but it is kind of amazing that so little is said about it while the Overt Racist and Nixon in a Pant Suit get their exposure.
Keeps crashing my FB phone app. But the earlier pictures are cool. Not a lot of people on the roads.
It is weirdly attractive. I love the canal stuff.
Twas cellar and the undertoad
Did meme and haggis in the base
All spammy were the spurgs outfload
And the verb nouns unhase
It is weirdly attractive. I love the canal stuff.
The canals blow my mind. This part of Detroit is so fascinating. I mean, the whole town is, but I love where I'm staying.
Nixon in a Pant Suit
That. Love it.
Had a small burn the other night.
Put on a hydrocolloid plaster. It started going orange and seeping a little.
So I thought after two days I should check I'd done the right thing - my healing being compromised and all that. The last thing I need is a skin infection.
Called 111 for advice, even though they called an ambulance on me last time.
Totally opposite reaction this time - got an answerphone message saying they were terribly sorry but they were very, very busy and I should call my GP.
Thanks.
I was calling to find out whether I should call my GP or go to Minor Injuries.
So I called my GP and the Receptionist said I should go to Minor Injuries (this is a nurse-based clinic, usually in smaller hospitals, to spare the NHS the cost of someone going to Accident and Emergency - my closest A&E being my second home 13 miles away at St James' in Leeds)
Got a taxi up there, even though it's less than a mile. Muscle wastage and breathlessness and all that.
Turns out I had done the right thing. But the Nurse was concerned about the lack of sensation - because I didn't scream when she poked my exposed burn I suppose. It's only the top layer of skin missing. I've had worse.
So they dressed it. In a HUGE pad and dressing. And that's seeping orange spots now too. Within two hours. So I'm some sort of Ki-Ora machine it seems.
Anyway, got to go back to the local hospital on Sunday to be checked and have another dressing put on, and have an appointment with my Practice Nurse (at the GP's) on Wednesday.
So I'm being looked after and it's all in hand. Just a bit tiring.
Thanks for doing to work and taking care of yourself. :)
Humans walked in space yesterday.
Nobody noticed.
And China has their own space station. I must have known about that and forgot.
Maybe they're using North Korea's. :lol2:
Hi everybody!
Can't keep up with Cellar right now, so thought I'd check in. Detroit is good...working hard, meeting lots of cool people. Taking some down time this weekend to see the Royals play the Tigers at Comerica Park tomorrow and Sunday.
:)
Got to see Dick Gregory...last weekend? 2 weekends ago? Still full of fire...one of the greats, and a native St Louisan, like yours truly.
Sounds good, Sicomoro. Glad Detroit is treating you well.
Damn. I thought Mr. Gregory had to be dead.
Re my previous post about my burn:
The adhesive plaster on my dressing was coming detached. And I know that wet healing depends on a sterile wound. So I thought I'd best go back today rather than tomorrow.
The first Nurse I saw filled me with confidence. Not.
"Eurgh, why is it green?!"
Well I actually knew the answer, because when the green spotting started to come through from the inside, I looked it up online. It's to do with the silver in the dressing, and although it doesn't happen in every case, it's not a cause for concern. But I'm not telling her.
I then had to go through the whole rigmarole again. When, where, what meds am I on, who dressed it etc etc. Medical records? C'mon people.
Anyway, I explained to the Nurse and then the Sister that I'd only come in as the dressing was coming loose, and I'd been advised to come in tomorrow. They still behaved as if it was a major A&E injury (it's not) before poking it again with gloved fingers and deciding it was healing more or less as expected. "I'm surprised it's still bleeding though", said Sister. Well, I'm not going down that route again! Just kept my mouth shut. This is the place I went to for a routine blood test and started dripping blood on the floor before I'd even left the building then was told off for not telling them I have a blot-clotting disorder (I don't - I'm just a bleeder). I wasn't bleeding for fun - not my fault it wasn't dressed properly.
Anyway, the Nurse put some more gel on, and a pad, and another big plaster and then a BANDAGE and then dressed it in a tubi-grip thing to keep the bandage on until I get to see the Nurse on Wednesday. Wednesday!!! Have to keep it dry til then. Been getting by with dry shampoo and baby-wipes (so a bit like my trip to real hospital) but I had hoped the new dressing would be waterproof. Ah well.
Slow morning at the Wharfedale I'm guessing. Or maybe they'd all got together last night and watched a box set of Holby City DVDs.
So here I am, looking like I've been in a knife fight for a tiny burn.
Better than leaving it uncovered and seeping all over my duvet I suppose. And I can't moan about not having something dressed properly and then moan that they've bandaged me too much :rolleyes:
I moan here so I don't moan to the medical staff. You don't upset people with needles in their hands, or those dealing with missing pieces of skin.
^ The future of American medical care .... :thepain:
Where to put this? I don't know! So here it goes....
I finally got a job. YAY!! But I'm just a casual part-timer...BOO! Anyways, I've been picky because I wanted a full-time with benefits. Gosh, that was very difficult get. So, I finally got desperate and applied for Lenscrafters and got the job. But sadly, it was only for a casual part-time position, so I am also doing substitute teaching on days I don't play with people's eyes. The first day there, my co-workers had to ask my name twice because Asian names were something they don't hear often I guess. So, I said, "you know what? I have a nickname. It's Lola." Boom!...They loved the name. So, Lola I am. :D Even though I am not too happy with such little hours, I feel very fortunate that all the staff are super nice, friendly, and helpful. Apparently, they get new people all the time, so they are really patient with clueless employees. (I can't really blame people for quitting because the company doesn't give enough hours for you to live.) I only did substitute teaching one day, so I don't have much to say about that yet. I'm hoping within a month or two, I would make enough money to get internet at home. I'll be on more often then. :D
That's great, Lola! I hope that as you prove yourself and become more indispensable, they depend on you more and up your hours.
Congrats!!! Thats frikkin fantastic
Been busy and just now saw this, but go Lola!
Goodbye honey bunny, hello money bunny.
Goodbye honey bunny, hello money bunny.
No money, paid bills and they're all gone. I barely make enough to pay for groceries and household stuffs (cleaners, paper towels, etc.)
Oh, by the way, I passed my general test for ham radio. :cheerldr::cheerldr::cheerldr::cheerldr: I passed it a couple of weeks ago, but I forgot to get one to tell ya the good news, hehe. With hubby's help, I made contact with Suriname, Italy, hm....country in South America, I think. I forgot where else. As soon as I get my qsl cards, I can start exchanging for them. :D
Hey folks!
Wrapping up here in Detroit...I am being sent to Chicago for the remainder of the campaign. I've had a great time here...a very underrated city. Was just up in Toronto for the first time this past weekend...what a great town. But easily has the most insane taxi drivers I've ever seen.
Lots of pics I need to upload...more later...
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that is all
Beautiful.
"Sirens"
Hear the sirens.
Hear the sirens.
Hear the sirens,
Hear the circus so profound.
I hear the sirens
More and more in this here town
Let me catch my breath to breathe
And reach across the bed
Just to know we're safe
I am a grateful man
The slightest bit of light
And I can see you clear
Oh, have to take your hand
And feel your breath for fear this someday will be over
I pull you close, so much to lose knowing that nothing lasts forever
I didn't care before you were here.
I danced in laughter with the everafter
But all things change
Let this remain
Hear the sirens
Covering distance in the night.
The sound echoing closer.
Will they come for me next time?
For every choice, mistake I've made, it's not my plan
To send you in the arms of another man
And if you choose to stay I'll wait, I'll understand
Oh, it's a fragile thing
This life we lead
If I think too much I can get overwhelmed by the grace
By which we live our lives with death over our shoulders
Want you to know that should I go
I always loved you, held you high above, true.
I study your face, and the fear goes away.
It's a fragile thing, this life we lead.
If I think too much I can get overwhelmed by the grace
By which we live our lives with death over our shoulder
Want you to know that should I go,
I always loved you, held you high above, true.
I study your face, and the fear goes away,
The fear goes away,
The fear goes away,
The fear goes away.
Ah-ah, oh-oh
Ah-ah, oh-oh
My friends and their idea of using the last of summer strawberries and georgia peaches to make sangria...crazy girls.
Whoa. Still in bed.
It's good to have friends. :D
I am as drunk as i look. Lol.
That is...a girl i don't know very well, wife of a friend... Brandi, me, and Laura. Wish we would've had a photo when Tina was still there. She's a nurse and had an early 12 hour shift today. Im so lucky to have such good friends. They like me in spite of my crazy. That is something.
That's an awfully grinny bunch o' gals, there.
I like 'em grinny.
:D
Infi, you look really good in that picture. You look genuinely happy. It's a beautiful look for you. :)
Drunk is a beautiful look for you, Infi.
I don't know if that's good, or bad...
:lol2:
Thanks you guys. Happy is rare sometimes. I take it where i can get it!
Jebus gawd look at the circles under my eyes. All work and some play...
And...I'm getting old.
And, i look like my mom!
Excellent pictures! You look good!
Not sure why you cut out Laura. You could cut out the other girl too. Brandi is the best friend i ever had. She runs the adult program at the jvs, and she is also a long time medic with the reserves. Her fiance is a marine who served in iraq and Afghanistan. Nice guy too. I don't deserve these friends but i get to have them. Also, i dog-sit their awesome German Shepherd. He's a good boy, ess he is!!!
Because you haven't said which is who.
Yeah i did...from left to right. :)
Ok, i give. Thought i posted it. Lady i dont know well, brandi, me, laura. :)
Laura teaches special education. She is smart as hell.
And despite everything we women have taught ourselves about not being judged on appearances....
... you're still hot :)
Brilliant IM! Happy is a nice look for you.
Makes me smile. You've been noticeably absent here.
Makes me smile. You've been noticeably absent here.
This
Hey, nice to finally see how you look like, Infinite. :-D Everyone looks happy in the picture, which is goood.
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Slogging through cleaning out my cousin's house. He saved every financial document. So I have to review it all to make sure it isn't important before I toss it. Here is a W-2 from his father's job 60 years ago. 1952. Inflation.
Did that company make Katz pajamas, too?
:p:
For comparison, my grandfather worked night shift at Indian during the war.
glatt - I'd think some of those are collectible.
Yes, I worked with a guy at Boeing who's hobby was collecting old business documents. Later he bought a couple of Rita's water Ice stands so I was able to track him down when I inherited a bunch of cancelled checks from a MA business it the 1870/80s. When I gave them to him he wanted to fill my truck with water ice. :lol2:
There's collectible and then there's collectible.
Crazy thing is, that the way the executor compensation is worked out in Virginia on a sliding scale, for every extra dollar's worth of property I can find and cash in at this point, I get two cents for myself.
So it has to have obvious value for me to give a shit.
My motivation is to clean out this house and get rid of it as soon as I can.
On my honor, I will do my best to do my duty to God and my country, even if it's only for 2%. :crone:
There's collectible and then there's collectible.
Crazy thing is, that the way the executor compensation is worked out in Virginia on a sliding scale, for every extra dollar's worth of property I can find and cash in at this point, I get two cents for myself.
So it has to have obvious value for me to give a shit.
My motivation is to clean out this house and get rid of it as soon as I can.
Worth gathering stuff like that into a pile and seeing if any university archives would like it.
Worth gathering stuff like that into a pile and seeing if any university archives would like it.
Or the company, if it still exists. Indian Motorcycles' current parent company might find those pay stubs to be of some value.
My new ride [emoji4] ....a Nissan Sentra
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Looks good, congratulations.
Hope it has strong bumpers.
Sweet! I almost bought one myself.
Sometimes wishing I had. Hondagotnopickup.
New car for Lola!!
Try to keep this one in one piece.
I went on live radio today and didn't curse one fucking time!
Out-fucking-standing! Now where is that link?
Confounded by three dots, and an 'I'...:lol2:
Yeah, vBulletin is weird like that. It doesn't necessarily recognize the cut off.
Thanks for all your congratulations. I don't know if it has a strong bumper or not, but I don't intend to test that out..hihi. One piece it will stay! [emoji1]
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It would appear that I have many friends right now mourning losses with me...in some cases (also like me), multiple ones.
It's so weird...2016 has been such a great year for me professionally. But in terms of losing folks, it's been really bad...from Lemmy last Christmas to Michelle's mom and grandpa to David Bowie to friends that have left just this week. The hits just keep on coming...and I know that as I continue to age, Death will become an even more frequent visitor.
Let's mourn those we have lost this year with great vigor...and then celebrate them with equal vigor...and then take on the world with that same vigor.
They don't sell it there, probably for good reason ;-)
I think I may have UTI. F*****ck..... :-/
Fix it quick before it gets serious.
So....um....finally have the chance to make an appointment with a doctor when something dawned to me. Do I make an appointment with a family doctor or a gyno?
I'm just a dude, but I think either would work.
U go to urologist and I'll go to myologist.
So....um....finally have the chance to make an appointment with a doctor when something dawned to me. Do I make an appointment with a family doctor or a gyno?
depends on your insurance. Most plans say you should visit your primary care provider first and if a specialist is required, that doctor would make the recommendation. of course, you can see whoever you like, but following the rules of your insurance provider will probably decrease the cost to you.
Thank you for your replies! I went to my family doctor. Although my symptoms are all gone, my doctor took a urine sample and said my white blood count is a bit elevated, so he gave me some antibiotic anyways.
I am not a doctor.
Having said that, I feel strongly that taking antibiotics "anyways" or "just in case" is a very bad idea. If I'm getting well under my own steam, I want to keep going like that. Making the "bugs" stronger by culling the weakest among them with the mostly superfluous antibiotics is a bad move, making them stronger in the long run. Making them worse to handle next time when I might need the help of the medicine.
Like I said, not a doctor.
You're not a doctor but you've been tapping the right information. Antibiotic resistant bugs have been growing exponentially. The latest hope I've seen is an antibiotic from Komodo Dragon's spit/blood.
It's tough for a GP when you've got a kid with an ear infection screaming, and parents yelling/pleading. Give 'em the fucking scrip and throw them out, so you can go home to some peace and quiet!
Or you have a cute Asian Chick with pleading eyes. Give her the fucking scrip and throw her out, while you've still got your license and marriage. ;)
I think the key here is that her "white blood count" was high which means she was still fighting an infection and could use a little help if it wasn't completely resolving itself. Infection can spread and symptoms return.
Note: I'm guessing that she means white blood cells in the urine since she provided a urine sample; but, didn't say anything about them drawing blood. End Note.
Keep in mind that antibiotic treatment for UTI in women is usually only 3-5 days and not for 7-14 days as in men.
I totally see how taking antibiotics often is bad. I haven't been taking any since forever, so I figured this one time won't hurt much. And yes, it's for 5 days.
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You don't need to explain yourself.
I came back to the cellar after an 8 year hiatus, only for everything to be different. Not much activity, the general tone is somber. Makes me wish I'd come back much sooner. Did everyone but the hardcore dwellars leave? Are silly and frivolous thoughts and posts welcomed? How will I ever catch up with all that has happened while I was away? I don't even know where to put this, so here it is.
Side note, I think Lol Bunny did right by listening to her doctors. UTIs love to come back if you don't kill them all the way, and I've developed a kidney infection trying to fight off a UTI without drugs. It got better, then a lot worse. YMMV
Hope you're feeling better now, Lola Bunny!
As UT says [paraphrasing], it's through participation that one makes the Cellar what they would like it to be. Post anything you want and see if others run with it. Sometimes, what's old becomes new again.
There have been changes, people change. UT regenerated a career, Beest and monster became US citizens, Clodfobble wrote a book, Glatt and Limey became our moderators, DanaC got her doctorate, Lumberjim is engaged, Dude111 is a time lord who joined, tw came out of the closet (we just haven't figured out which one), several peeps have sent their children off to college, and me...you'd have to read my name backwards to have a shot at remembering me (been here since April '06 and still just here for the entertainment).
You can still do anything you want except: try to harm the Cellar, use the Cellar for illegal activity; or, be intolerably irritating although in practical application that last one is negotiable if you've got a really good excuse. Have at it!
ETA: captainhook455 is LJ's pappy.
♫ You can post anything you want
♫ At Undertoad’s Cellar haunt.
I've made posts a few people read but didn't respond so it drifted off the bottom of the page with just one post. No interest, no harm, no foul.
...(been here since April '06 and still just here for the entertainment).
Don't believe him, he's here for the entertainment but if he doesn't find enough he'll stir shit, and yank chains, until he gets it. :lol:
Nothing wrong with being here for the entertainment. ;)
Thanks for all the info! Last I was here LJ was with Jinx... So I definitely missed a lot there. I remember Sexobon now that I know to read it backwards... What is with all the name changes anyway? It took me some time to figure out who was who, and I'm not even positive I have it all figured out. :redface: :sweat:
SpaceX launching a Tesla into orbit.
Just watched it live. they nailed the landing of two booster rockets that returned to Cape Canaveral.
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I feel the need.
The need...
[COLOR="Green"]...for weed.[/COLOR]
I don't know if this will post, because I can't see this one thread at all.
I am looking forward to using my new machete on the ivy in the front yard when I get home
Cormac Macarthy is the shizzle.
Agreed, but what brought that on?
Just post whoring per thread title, I finished All the Pretty Horses this am. Damn he's good.
We're new here. Hi to everyone.
Are you separate people; or, both in the same body (maybe a Royal We)?
:welcome:
Are you separate people; or, both in the same body (maybe a Royal We)?
:welcome:
We are a couple from Australia.
Welcome to the Cellar - make youself at home, but please, mind the trapdoor - there's all sorts of shite down there.
Just post whoring per thread title, I finished All the Pretty Horses this am. Damn he's good.
:)
Welcome Couple!
Don't let the cat out.
Thanks all, you're most kind.
Hi, couple, welcome!
here's a little quizzicle to help us get to know you better if you so desire..... don't argue over that answers though ....or are you a hive-brain type of couple?
I picked up the ashes today. I was shaking as a left to go there. But I've put googly eyes on the box now, so I feel a bit better.
TripAdvisor: Not Fucking Recommended
Also, I went back to work. And then I took Thor to his swim team end of season banquet and in an unguarded moment driving in rush hour on the freeway, i wondered if I'd see him going the other way on his way home from work, as i sometimes did when I made that trip at that time. It wasn't fun, but expected and I survived it, so I will survive. Probably ;)
:cry:
But I've put googly eyes on the box now, so I feel a bit better.
Damn, you are a fucking nut.:lol2:
You will absolutely survive.
Damn, you are a fucking nut.:lol2:
You will absolutely survive.
I was going to take a picture but I though t better of it. Rough evening, right now, can't find a venue for the stupid memorial thingy. Yes, I have friends helping. Swim moms rock
I guess we never shared the googly eye thing? On the second chemo ever, his feet were sticking out of the blanket as he slept, so I eyebombed them. His boots have had a pair of googly eyes each since then. Sure enough, they fall off, but miraculously, they reappeared each chemo session when he slept. Then they started appearing al over the consultation rooms. (many are still there that appeared more than two years ago. Nothing is safe.
One of his bucket list items we didn't manage (yet) was an entry into the Guinness Book of World Records. We were mentally working on it along this theme..... ever acquired a few supplies... maybe.... and i plan to continue -the kids and I all have his name, so if we make it, so does he :)
We usually stick flags in the snow piles at the end of the drive. this year it was huge googly eyes on sticks
Oh wait, of course you knew, Intergalactic Googly Eye Day is coming right up....
26,362. That's my wife's spot in line to buy Hamilton tickets at the Kennedy Center in their random order online ticket sale this morning. Our friend has spot 4502. The friend will get tickets. I think we probably won't but don't actually know. It's a big theater, sales are limited to 4 tickets per purchase, and it will be here for a couple months.
The whole thing is kind of crazy. Everybody wants to go see Hamilton because everybody wants to go see Hamilton.
I don't even care about seeing it, but my son thinks it would be cool, so we'll try to get tickets. Our New Years' resolution was to take advantage of the cultural offerings in this town more. So far, we're doing well on that front.
I picked up the ashes today. I was shaking as a left to go there. But I've put googly eyes on the box now, so I feel a bit better.
TripAdvisor: Not Fucking Recommended
Regarding the Googly Eyes...
I came across this game a couple weeks ago, snapped a picture cause I was thinking of you guys..,.. Anyway.. Here it is.
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oh good lord, 50% of us have fucked up vision as it is
26,362. That's my wife's spot in line to buy Hamilton tickets at the Kennedy Center in their random order online ticket sale this morning. Our friend has spot 4502. The friend will get tickets. I think we probably won't but don't actually know. It's a big theater, sales are limited to 4 tickets per purchase, and it will be here for a couple months.
A friend of mine is a member, so he got through in the first round, and got me one of his four.
Member of what HM, the Kennedy Center?
Happy Centenary to our British wimmenz dwellars.
Having done the usual Wednesday morning trip into town for a spot of hunter gathering around Tesco, I was back early enough to go for a haircut before lunch.
The girl who cut my hair was cheerful, easy going and a delight to chat with.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that she'd parted my hair on the wrong side.
And I still left her a tip. :)
I didn't have the heart to tell her that she'd parted my hair on the wrong side.
Well, there
was a mirror involved...:)
Looks like someone came out with a motorized bike for [post=1010800]socialists[/post].
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18 mph? Get the fuck off the sidewalk. :eyebrow:
It's a bicycle at any speed. Get the fuck off the sidewalk.
It's a bicycle at any speed. Get the fuck off the sidewalk.
This.
My YouTube recommendations frequently include dog rescues carried out by '
Hope For Paws' in Los Angeles.
The other day I chose to view the story of an abandoned and aged German Shepherd.
The video started off with the outbound journey and within seconds I had spotted a dismantled Spitfire in RAF markings on a low loader.
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I found the serial rather difficult to read but eventually settled on R9632.
A number of searches point toward it being used in the making of the film 'Dunkirk' and being owned by Comanche Fighters of Houston.
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X4650 Spitfire Mk Ia (Comanche Fighters)
Based at Duxford Airfield, previously at the Biggin Hill Heritage Hangar, Biggin Hill, Kent.
Wears normaly the authentic markings X4650 / KL-A from 54 Squadron, which it wore when with the Squadron in 1940.
But currently the plane is painted as R9632/LC for the coming movie “Dunkirk”
X4650’s first flight was at Eastleigh on the 23rd October 1940. She was issued to 24 M.U. Tern Hill, Shropshire, UK on the 25th October 1940 on charge with 54 Sqn. Catterick, Yorkshire.
She was involved in a mid-air collision in December 1940 and struck off charge in June 1941. The wreckage was discovered on the banks of the river Lever in 1976.
The remains were acquired by Peter Monk in 1995 and soon after restoration work on her was commenced. First post restoration flight was from Biggin Hill in March 2012.
She is now owned by Comanche Fighters, Houston, Texas.
LINK
I'd hesitantly suggest that at the time the video was made the aircraft had arrived back in the US still wearing its temporary markings, rather than being on its way to the UK.
Owned by a firm in Houston and on a truck in LA?
Something of a puzzle.
Anyway, to finish off where I started...
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Cool find, that may be the Houston skyline in the background.
At the 9 second mark a sign for Vermont Avenue is briefly visible...
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... and barely a second later one for little Bangladesh
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Both are in LA although I can't pin down the major road they were driving on.
Yes, I do have time on my hands! It's very hot this afternoon and I'm staying in the shade.
Could do a lot worse than be here. ;)
ETA: Found it! US 101 Hollywood Freeway.
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Is that an anti-tank mine?:eyebrow:
I'm gonna go ahead and guess that it's not.:cool:
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Is that an anti-tank mine?:eyebrow:
I'm gonna go ahead and guess that it's not.:cool:
Click backwards from the Street View link and there is a group of yellow barrels on the right.
It appears to be the lid from one of those barrels.
An anti-tank mine would have been a more interesting explanation!
It's never an anti-tank mine.:sadpace:
If nogoodniks were to plant a mine, wouldn't they disguise it as a barrel top or something?
Unless they were no good at planting mines.
Maybe it's a claymore mine...
I think this one they're calling a Russian spy looks like Robin Williams.
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Damn, she also looks like an ex-girlfriend who was dangerously crazy. :eek:
Well, she ain't no Anna Chapman.
[size=1]But, she'll do.[/size];)
WTF?!
Does she have six fingers on her left hand???
I got a
Where's George? dollar bill in change today.
https://www.wheresgeorge.com/26,362. That's my wife's spot in line to buy Hamilton tickets at the Kennedy Center in their random order online ticket sale this morning. Our friend has spot 4502. The friend will get tickets. I think we probably won't but don't actually know. It's a big theater, sales are limited to 4 tickets per purchase, and it will be here for a couple months.
The whole thing is kind of crazy. Everybody wants to go see Hamilton because everybody wants to go see Hamilton.
I don't even care about seeing it, but my son thinks it would be cool, so we'll try to get tickets. Our New Years' resolution was to take advantage of the cultural offerings in this town more. So far, we're doing well on that front.
So, who here is planning to start a MacCoin collection on Thursday?
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It has been a lonnnngggg time since I last visited this forum.
Hamilton.
My opinion is that it is a good thing, and it deserves the accolades it has received. It kept me entertained throughout.
The Kennedy Center Opera House is a large venue and I was seated in the second to last row of the highest (3rd) balcony. Even so, during the quiet parts of the performance, you could hear the footsteps of the actors on stage, and they were wearing soft dancing shoes. I love seeing stuff live and in person.
Very cool glatt!
Post whoring of my own:
I moved Griff the Younger into Boston this week. I am now an adult.
OK now, this is ridiculous. Five posts up I posted about the MacCoins that came out on August 2nd. Today on a lark, I checked for them on eBay. There were over
490 listings!
It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World.
I wonder how that looks from outside the culture? Cuz from the inside that looks completely nutz.
OK now, this is ridiculous. Five posts up I posted about the MacCoins that came out on August 2nd. Today on a lark, I checked for them on eBay. There were over 490 listings!
It's a Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac World.
FIFY:D
If ya were from Alf's home planet, that's be a Melmac, Melmac world.
Is it a good thing or a bad thing that I spent a good portion of the evening crying at videos of colorblind people putting on their special glasses for the first time? I mean, it's a "the world is beautiful and contains joy" kind of good-crying, but also I'm kind of doing it because I know I would be crying anyway, so I might as well redirect it toward a positive reason. Anyway, life sucks but at least there's this:
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It gets better, they tell me.:yelsick:
I thought this was brilliant. The cast of the upcoming movie titled Wonder Woman 1984 recreating The Breakfast Club movie poster from 1985.
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My wife's new years resolution was to take advantage of as much free stuff offered in this area as possible.
It has paid off well for me. Last night we saw Romeo and Juliet performed downtown at the DC Shakespeare theater. It's a really nice place with Broadway performers and top notch theater actors doing the performances. I read the play in high school and really couldn't get into it at all, but to be honest, these actors made it much more enjoyable than I expected. I actually had a good time. Classy place.
It's worked out well for me that she made this resolution. We saw Branford Marseilles with the Army Blues Band a few months ago, and a local band at a small local neighborhood amphitheater. I missed out on seeing the national fireworks from a new skyscraper when she went because I was backpacking.
It has rolled over into paying for reduced price performances by doing lottery tickets at local venues and seeing more live music. We saw Something Rotten at the National Theater a couple months ago for really cheap.
And then we have been paying full price for some stiff too, like Hamilton, and the Avett Brothers at Wolf Trap.
This whole resolution to see live performances has been really good. And most of them have been very affordable or free. I know DC may have more to offer than most cities, but check out what your location offers. You may be surprised.
Gal Gadot. I would climb that like a mountain.
This whole resolution to see live performances has been really good. And most of them have been very affordable or free. I know DC may have more to offer than most cities, but check out what your location offers. You may be surprised.
I recommend
Synetic Theater, when it comes to DC-area theater. They have wide variety in their offerings. One thing they are doing is working through Shakespeare, and doing it without any dialog. The 14th, Richard III, is next year. They also have a fair bit of childrens' theater (which appears to be the bulk of their current schedule).
One thing they are doing is working through Shakespeare, and doing it without any dialog.
Well, it removes an entire level of difficulty. So, there's that, I guess.
It adds another level, though. Telling a story without words is a challenge.
It does bring up the philosophical question of whether it really is Shakespeare, since all we have of him is his words, and many of his plots were repurposed from older tales.
Jesus Christ, when I said that I got a shitstorm from that chick in San Francisco. :facepalm:
I've got a wretched cold but I don't get them that often so I have no cause to complain.
That said, it's a pain in the arse which, I think you will agree, is an unusual symptom of an upper respiratory tract infection.
...it's a pain in the arse which, I think you will agree, is an unusual symptom of an upper respiratory tract infection.
That's what causes ya to feel shitty.
Feel better, Mr. C.:comfort:
Feel better, Mr. C.:comfort:
Thank you!
It seems to be on its way, I'm pleased to say.
The only worry is that both Dad and I have flu jabs booked for Saturday morning and they won't do them if you have a cold.
I should be OK by then but my main concern is that if Dad gets it, not only will he have to wait for his jab, it will be a major concern given his generally frail state of health.
Yet another thing to worry about. :eek:
Work have provided me with a second screen. It s small maybe 14 inches and square .. I shit you not. I don't know where the hell they dug them up from but they're dotted about the office now.
Mine has a sticker on it confirming a PAT test and dated 2013
I assume when they closed down a department in one of the other branches it freed up a bunch of old equipment.
I mean - don't get me wrong, i appreciate the extra screen, it really is useful, but like every time I look to my right it's like I tripped and landed in 2005. I keep expecting some errant Crt monitors to show up.
Most of the trademarks I work on are for companies you never heard of. (They need trademarks too.) But there's the ramen noodle company you have all seen in the stores and some high end French luxury goods houses you might be aware of. Stuff like that. Nothing really too interesting.
Today, however, I renewed a trademark for a famous rock and roll band that sings about stairways to heaven. :D
But it's just paper shuffling.
I haven't seen the ramen noodle company I know the name of in stores in quite a while. When I see ramen in stores, I always notice that it isn't Nissin, but never make a note of what it is.
I guess Nissin had a strong trademark game, but not so much of a shelfspace game, at least in my local supermarket.
In the stores around here, if it's not Nissin, it's Maruchan.
I think the Nissin is much better.
We don't have Nissin in the brick form in our local Safeway, but we have Nissin in the cup noodles form.
We sell Koyo, Gimme, Jade Pearl and Mike's Mighty Good. Bet it's none of those....
I might be mis-remembering but I feel like Campbell’s was in the ramen game several years ago with a healthier baked ramen. They were pretty bad and expensive for a ramen IIRC.
After living on Ramen in school, I'm still not ready...
I think it's all Maruchan in my local Giant.
Meanwhile in the depths of my filthy mind....
A BBC headline is giving me an eyebrow lift
https://www.bbc.com/news/blogs-news-from-elsewhere-50628310Today is National :corn: Day.
That is all.
So, you want your post count to go up? But can't think of anything worthy of its own thread? Post here!
Your random thoughts. Your useless post posting. Before you know it, you'll be a post whore extraordinaire!
After so many years........[COLOR="DarkRed"]We have a winner! [/COLOR]
http://www.cellar.org/showpost.php?p=1061075&postcount=3How did he manage to post nothing? Usually I get a warning that my post is too short.
ETA: Which, now that I think of it, conflicts with previous reports of "It's just the right size."
:eyebrow:
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