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The Power Five => Big XII => Topic started by: CharleyHorse46 on February 03, 2017, 07:21:21 PM
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I hate it when forms ask you to write your email twice.
Okay I can understand how people in 1983 may have struggled with all the @ signs and .coms but we get it now. We can write it right the first time just like our address, phone number and credit card number.
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Speaking of credit cards, do you know what I hate?
How the stupid little CCV security code disappears after you've swiped your card a dozen times.
So while you can still see the faint etching you write it on the back with a sharpie. A week later that's wiped off too.
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You know what I really hate?
People in Subway with lists.
You're like the next person in line but this dweeb is buying like 40 sandwiches. And about the fifth time he tells the poor little 16 year old girl behind the counter, "No, I mean the other one..." you realize his coworkers sent him to Subway just to get his tediously persnickety ass out of the office.
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as silly as it sounds, robots find it difficult to post emails twice.. crazy, huh?
I've likely had a dozen forums going at one time or another over the years.... the one thing consistent from the very beginning until now is spammers- they are relentless. it's a game we gotta play to make things just difficult enough to trip them up from auto-registering into a forum and just jail-break blitzing with pages and pages of spam...
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Valid and compelling points. I'll keep my animosity towards repeat email addresses to myself.
Speaking of spammers. I hate the way words get commandeered. Spam it used to be this half salt/half rubber pork like material in a can that former Polynesian cannibals claimed tasted just like human flesh. It cost like a dollar a can, sliced thin into 16 slices on toast for five rowdy kids on Sunday night.
Now it's true original meaning has been lost.
Why couldn't we make up a new word for unwanted online advertising? Like borspitzvah.
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whats wrong with robots
hater
if we can put up with all the folks HH throws at us we can put up with robots
they might have something interesting to say
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Aloha bastages.
I promise I will behave on this shiny new forum. I'm turning over a new leaf.
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What if we like your new leaf even less than our old leaf? I'm reminded of a song:
Don't go changing to try and please me
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
I don't want clever conversation
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Something something just the way you are
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You know what I hate? Lane moochers.
Okay so you live in a city and you know how cities are. You know the highway you're on backs up in the lane that exits off onto another highway. So you plan accordingly and you get over early. You and two dozen intelligent people get over a queue up.
Lane Moocher doesn't.
He whizzes past everybody who knows where they're going and which lane to be in, and then he cuts in front of them. Every damn one of them.
I hate lane moocher. He's a selfish inconsiderate bastard.
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Picture this. You know where you're going and you can't get there because you're stuck behind a crowd of people who really don't know where they're going. They're just ambling. Like cows.
I hate people who don't know where they're going. They hold up the rest of us.
But that's just the way life is. The competent, the knowledgeable, the purposeful are always hindered by the incompetent, ignorant and aimless.
Any line, anywhere, at airports, convenience stores, grocery stores, DMV, etc. are held hostage by one omnipresent idiot who doesn't understand.
What? Only 15 items?
What? I have to take off both shoes?
What? You don't take travelers checks?
What? I need some form of ID to get a driver's license? But a driver's license is a form of ID. I don't get it.
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What are people reading when they're in the grocery store?
No matter how many people are there, the one item I need is always underneath someone who's staring at an item, holding it up and reading it. They're usually inspecting it intensely. What are they looking for?
Didja need canned beans for whatever you're making? Well, you've found them. Either buy them or put them back. One or the other, but please move so I can get on with it.
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For one brief, shining post-Blockbuster/pre-streaming 3 to 5 year moment, I rented movies at Redbox.
I'd look it up online, preorder the movie I wanted, go to pick up and.... get in line behind this same fat woman at the kiosk reading a description of every damn movie in the box to somebody on her cell phone. Happened at least two times, if not six.
I hated that woman.
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For one brief, shining post-Blockbuster/pre-streaming 3 to 5 year moment, I rented movies at Redbox.
I'd look it up online, preorder the movie I wanted, go to pick up and.... get in line behind this same fat woman at the kiosk reading a description of every damn movie in the box to somebody on her cell phone. Happened at least two times, if not six.
I hated that woman.
And what's with the people bring all their relatives to HEB with them including incontinent grandma, leering lecherous grandpa and that cousin on the sliding just ain't quite right scale somewhere between harmless Down syndrome kid and leg humping assberger kid.
Not that there's anything especially wrong with that. I mean, God bless them.
But could they please just move the circus past the avacadoes?
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Still use Redbox all the time for whatever the latest kids' movie is.
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I hate the grocery-store-check-writer that waits until the groceries are all completely rung up, the cashier is waiting, and then and only then, pulls out the checkbook to begin writing it out.
A properly pre-written check while standing in line doesn't really take any longer to process than a credit or debit card, but waiting-until-the-end-grocery-store-check-writer really pisses me off.
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You know what else I hate?
Waitresses with sniffles.
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You know what else I hate?
Fastfood drive through window people with acne so severe it's bleeding
You order at the sign, you're stoked about getting your jalepeno cheddar biscuit sandwich or whatever, you finally get to pull up the payoff window and it's like jeez! Can't they let that poor kid clear tables for a day or two until that stuff clears up?
I feel like saying, "just keep the bag. I'm not hungry anymore."
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And do you know what I really hate?
Store employees manning the self serve lane who won't just leave you alone.
Okay so you're in the middle of a home repair job and something goes wrong, something breaks, you can't find a tool, you need something quick, so you run up to Lowes.
You grab it off the shelf, you avoid the lanes with cashiers because you're in the zone, you're focused, you're in a hurry, you don't want some bored cashier to trying to liven up her boring existence by asking you how your day is going. You just want to get your stuff and go.
So you go to the self-check, you scan your first item, you're in the process of putting it in the bagging area and annoying ol Bessie comes up behind you and says, "You need to put it in the bagging area... is that you're only item?... if you have more you'll need to scan those too... are you ready to check out?... did you bring your credit card?.... you'll need to use the pin pad...." blah, blah, blah, blah
You've used the self check a million times, it's as simple as spelling "cat," but with obnoxious ol Bessie breathing down your neck, everything goes wrong, which motivates her even more.
When you finally get through the order that's taken ten times longer than it should because of Bessie's "help," she grins and says, "Have a good day." I look at her and say, "F- off."
I have spoken to the store manager a number of times about how he just needs to fire her annoying ass, but do they ever listen? Noooo.
She's the worst.
I'd much rather go through the lane and have that afflicted lady with no arms and her hands attached to her shoulders check me out. At least she keeps her mouth shut.
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Sounds like automation / AI is the solution to most of your problems.
Amazon Go is a cashierless store. It will be interesting to see if they scale up and/or if other companies can adopt (or duplicate) their technology. More info here: http://fortune.com/2016/12/05/amazon-go-store/
Fast-food jobs are being automated, too.
Of course, automated vehicles will resolve the issue of bad drivers eventually. How quickly that transition happens remains to be seen, but it's definitely going to start soon....
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CH would hate Brown County.
A simple run to town guarantees you at least a dozen 5-minute conversations.
The only thing more important than my hurry is other people. They're fairly important.
Maybe that's why we're not all angry around here. We give each other the time of day.
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You know what I hate?
I hate the guy/girl who cuts you off, slows down, and proceeds to take a half hour to make a right turn so all the shit in his/her minivan doesn't fall all over the place.
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Hooky hates the lane moocher, and I do too.
But I also hate the lane-straddler. The person that considers him or herself so important, that they straddle the lane markers whilst choosing the lane they think will get his or her important self down the road faster than you-- the person they consider less important.
Eff the lane straddler.
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CH would hate Brown County.
A simple run to town guarantees you at least a dozen 5-minute conversations.
The only thing more important than my hurry is other people. They're fairly important.
Maybe that's why we're not all angry around here. We give each other the time of day.
I'm happy for you, that you live in a place that soothes your soul and appeals to your sensibilities. I don't mind visiting such places for a weekend or so. They're charming and one can wistfully imagine how nice it would be to live in such a place.
In 1990, I had reason to move to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.
I figured: capitol city in a southwestern state with a big state flagship public university in its metro area. It should be a lot like my hometown. Right?
Turns out it wasn't, for a good number of reasons. One reason was the friendliness factor.
Now, Austin can be friendly in some ways. Sometimes you can just bump into somebody, hit it off and become lifetime friends. Or sometimes a set of circumstances can introduce you to somebody who you will end up sharing an adventure with over the next 48 hours, and then you'll never see them again. That's kind of fun and interesting. But it's not like the OKC.
In OKC, you don't really get that involved with anybody, but there's an ongoing banality that doesn't exist in Austin.
In the ATX, people pretty much mind their own business. It's not like you actually hate strangers, it's just that it's all so transient, that there's no point in getting to know somebody's who's going to be replaced by some other stranger next week. So you ignore the best you can. Nod when you see the same person several times and talk once in a blue moon when the sun is out, you're feeling mellow and everything's cool. Right?
Personally, I like to give a friendly nod with a baleful look in my eyes so strangers will think I've met my social obligation but they won't be inclined to engage me.
So any way, I move to OKC and everybody's friendly. You drive through a neighborhood and people wave. You're in line at the hardware store and the people in line with you will strike up a conversation.
At first I thought, now isn't this charming? The city has 600,000 people and it's just like Mayberry.
But after about 18 months, it begins to grate on you. You slip into the Homeland IGA on lunch to grab something and the clerk on checkout lane asks the person in front of you how their crepe myrtles are doing and suddenly you're stuck for twenty minutes.
I'm a laid back, easy going guy but those were the times in my life that I contemplated murder. So yeah, if I lived in Brown County it would probably be only long enough for them to transport me to death row in Huntsville.
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You know the phrase "fixin' to"? People say it around here sometimes. My mom who was born in Oklahoma always said it. I'm sure I said it few dozen times growing up.
After living in OKC for 18 months, I stopped saying it and I haven't said it since I moved back to the ATX 25 years ago.
You see the difference is this: in Texas, the phrase is used in casual conversation to discuss things you plan to do at your leisure on days off; in Oklahoma it's used in business situations as well.
Is my car ready? Ah... I was fixin to work on it.
Do you have my lab results yet? Uh... I was fixin to run em.
Have you finished operating on grandma? Yeah, we were fixin to get to her.
There is no snap-to-it in Oklahoma. It's like what Fodors warns you about third world latin American cultures. They're living on Tulsa time.
If you are accustomed to any kind of efficiency at all, do not move to Oklahoma.
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So if Brown County's like that, I'd be an ax murderer.
Which reminds me....
Went with one of my sons to see that movie, Dr Strange. The protagonist is played by Benedict Cumberbatch who possesses the air of a snooty Englishman. And in the movie he plays a brilliant surgeon with photographic memory.
There's a scene where he's told to conjure a weapon and he conjures a stick which the other guy immediately knocks out of his hand.
A stick.
If I could conjure a weapon and somebody told me to conjure one, it wouldn't be a stick.
It's be a 50 cal or flame thrower or a rolling ball of butcher knives.
It wouldn't be a stick.
But I guess that just goes to show even geniuses are human and have duh! moments.
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You know what I hate?
People in small cars, like Honda CR-Vs, who don't use their signals and who swing wide to make turns. When they're going 15 under and they start bearing strongly to the left or the right, I'm ready to bear the opposite direction to jack rabbit past their slow moving ass. But nooooo. They're only going left to make a wide right turn or going right to make a wide left turn.
Why? It's a Honda CR-V. It's not like they're turning a battleship.
Most bad drivers need to have the soles of their feet caned, but wide turn CR-V drivers should be locked in a tiny bamboo cage half-submerged in swamp water and poked with pointy sticks dipped in poo.
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I hate folks driving a car infront of me and we are both approaching a stop sign
now they are far enough in front of me that all I have to do is coast giving them plenty of time to stop and move on
But instead of stopping and moving on they remain stopped longer then necessary just so I have to stop behind them. Its like they are making sure Im going to abide by the law and stop
so I have to stop twice instead of once
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You know the phrase "fixin' to"? People say it around here sometimes. My mom who was born in Oklahoma always said it. I'm sure I said it few dozen times growing up.
After living in OKC for 18 months, I stopped saying it and I haven't said it since I moved back to the ATX 25 years ago.
You see the difference is this: in Texas, the phrase is used in casual conversation to discuss things you plan to do at your leisure on days off; in Oklahoma it's used in business situations as well.
Is my car ready? Ah... I was fixin to work on it.
Do you have my lab results yet? Uh... I was fixin to run em.
Have you finished operating on grandma? Yeah, we were fixin to get to her.
There is no snap-to-it in Oklahoma. It's like what Fodors warns you about third world latin American cultures. They're living on Tulsa time.
If you are accustomed to any kind of efficiency at all, do not move to Oklahoma.
I'm a huge fan of "island time" because it lets me know where I stand.
Instead of "fixin' to", island time is announced via "no problem!".
I need stamps. Is the post office open? "No problem!"
Can you find this brand of washing up soap? "No problem!"
When you hear it, it means it may or may not happen - depending on mood, inclination, or whether something else more interesting is happening at the moment.
I enjoy efficiency and optimization. It's actually a great relief to me when I'm fully aware that the object of my request has no intention of reliability. If I need reliability, I can do it myself. Factoring in "island time" is a great help!
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Since there seems to be alot of driver hate I'll chime in. You Know What I Hate. Slow ass drivers, not speed limit but 10+ below. I hate driving in the sprawling metropolis that is Omaha,Ne. I don't know what they're doing or where they're going but obviously it's not important. I am convinced that 95% of them have their tampon string attached to their right foot and are afraid if they push the accelerator to much that it'll pop like a champagne cork and they'll bleed out in their F-150s
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I call the lane straddlers, lane day traders. They expend so much energy on buying and selling lanes, they end up in the same spot as I do, and I endure none of the transaction stress. I hate them.
Another thing I hate, though less of a problem where I live since we have 1,000 roundabouts, you get to a four way stop (lots of cars), and one of the drivers puts on the turn signal at the buzzer, as in they are starting to make their move through the intersection. Such a hazard.
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People who camp out in the left lane on the freeway.
Seriously. You should *only* occupy the left lane when you're actively passing someone. Other than that, you should be in the right lane.
But no, people sit in the left lane. Whether there are other drivers around or not. And you pull up behind them, and they don't get over (because they're oblivious). So you end up passing them on the right. Which is a no-no, but they're morons, so you get stuck doing it.
People don't understand that the entire reason that you get cars all bunched up together and then 2 miles of free road until you reach the back of the next bunch of cars is COMPLETELY due to left lane hogs. If they would get over to the right except when passing, the traffic wouldn't bunch up like that.
And everyone would be happier.
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What makes this a bigger problem is when cars are 'Riding CHiPs' style. The aforementioned left lane vehicle is traveling at the same speed as the right lane vehicle, and there they go, total stranger, yet aligned like Ponch and Baker, except nobody can get the #$%^ around them.
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People who camp out in the left lane on the freeway.
Having just got back from California - I thought that was a literal statement.
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Having just got back from California - I thought that was a literal statement.
now THAT^ is a by damn good opening/first post!!!
Howdy, BrownCounty.
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I hate how difficult it has become to make plans with most adult friends. I can't even remember when it shifted, but I miss the days when you could just call people to hang out or do stuff with at the last minute without all the restrictions and junk that comes with planning stuff these days.
I get it that the people with kids need to plan for things in advance, so that's not entirely the issue, but even just setting a date/time/place seems to prove difficult sometimes even with non-parent friends. If you choose a brewery to invite friends to, there's someone who complains they don't drink beer. If you choose a restaurant, someone says what they don't like about it, but never offers up an alternative or comparable suggestion. Yet nobody else wants to take the lead on scheduling something fun for a group. While I like to be social and help organize plans, I am getting to the point of just not even bothering and saving the hassle of meeting everyone's needs to make it happen.
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sounds like you need a social director
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This made me think about being out for dinner a few months ago with another couple (it was planned a few days in advance, we both have two kids) and we were eyeballing a couple that was out on a date together, they were likely low to mid 20s, and not only were they not really talking to each other, they of course were taking pictures of every plate of food that whizzed by, but they were constantly on their phones (not taking calls of course), I walked past them and he's snapchatting away, and she's likely doing something similar.
I swear there's a segment of the populace that just doesn't want to be social in a conversational sense, they simply want to curate their lives for their social network friends.
Your point Erin is well taken though, not enough spontaneity anymore, and you mention the other dimension, which is people who can't commit or exhibit some flexibility. Yeah, who doesn't want to have a good meal, but so you have to go to a 'strange' or not so wonderful place to eat, so what, have some fun for cryin' out loud.
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nuttin wrong with "Tulsa Time"
nuttin wrong with "Clapton"
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People who camp out in the left lane on the freeway.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPJmjJhHMn0
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This made me think about being out for dinner a few months ago with another couple (it was planned a few days in advance, we both have two kids) and we were eyeballing a couple that was out on a date together, they were likely low to mid 20s, and not only were they not really talking to each other, they of course were taking pictures of every plate of food that whizzed by, but they were constantly on their phones (not taking calls of course), I walked past them and he's snapchatting away, and she's likely doing something similar.
I hate that. I understand that we all have lives that get connected through our phones. But I'm considerate enough not to do that at the table. Maybe if my girlfriend goes to the restroom, I might check it for a moment. But I'm not going to be spending a meal with her or with a group glued to the screen.
I do sometimes understand taking pictures of food though, or pictures of where you're at or who you're with... Sometimes that's fun. But still I don't spend the whole time glued to a screen.
Your point Erin is well taken though, not enough spontaneity anymore, and you mention the other dimension, which is people who can't commit or exhibit some flexibility. Yeah, who doesn't want to have a good meal, but so you have to go to a 'strange' or not so wonderful place to eat, so what, have some fun for cryin' out loud.
I hate people who won't commit to plans. My life is pretty busy, since my girlfriend and I have my kids every other weekend, and we usually try to come up with awesome things to do together on weekends without them. But if someone suggests to us that we do something on some weekend, we'll either commit or say no. We're not going to spend 3 weeks trying to figure out whether we've got a better option.
S**t or get off the pot, folks.
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Whole buncha whinin' up in here
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I hate how difficult it has become to make plans with most adult friends. I can't even remember when it shifted, but I miss the days when you could just call people to hang out or do stuff with at the last minute without all the restrictions and junk that comes with planning stuff these days. [/font]
When I was a kid, my family would load up and go visit another family on impulse. No plans, no invitation.
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and you were well received most of the time?
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I'll chime in on the driving thing.....
I dislike it when there is an impeded driver - not drunk or high, but impeded... elderly, physical disability, ect, having a hard time operating a vehicle in traffic- and who choose to attempt driving erratically and out of sync with their environment instead of waiting for a more agreeable to their limitations environment, or simply handing the keys over to someone who can drive properly... I really dislike that, because they put others at risk with whatever their motivation is be it pride, stubbornness, or just lost in their own world oblivious to what havoc they create... as i said, i really dislike that...
but i hate.... i mean hate when some jackass puts unneeded pressure on one of those^ types... they tailgate them- blow their horn- pass them in questionable circumstances or just plain dangerously.. they do this as if they're 'teaching them a lesson'.. as if the intimidation factor will all of the sudden 'snap one of those^types to compliance'- when what they're doing is making matters much much worse...
/end rant.
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I get that, but, sometimes people get on the road in rush hour (hours here in my area) and have nowhere to go and all day to get there. And they get in the left, other left, center, right and other right lanes.
This is not a good thing. Just stay home, perhaps, or get with the program and drive like others. Ya know. Keep up with traffic or something.
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I'll chime in on the driving thing.....
I dislike it when there is an impeded driver - not drunk or high, but impeded... elderly, physical disability, ect, having a hard time operating a vehicle in traffic- and who choose to attempt driving erratically and out of sync with their environment instead of waiting for a more agreeable to their limitations environment, or simply handing the keys over to someone who can drive properly... I really dislike that, because they put others at risk with whatever their motivation is be it pride, stubbornness, or just lost in their own world oblivious to what havoc they create... as i said, i really dislike that...
but i hate.... i mean hate when some jackass puts unneeded pressure on one of those^ types... they tailgate them- blow their horn- pass them in questionable circumstances or just plain dangerously.. they do this as if they're 'teaching them a lesson'.. as if the intimidation factor will all of the sudden 'snap one of those^types to compliance'- when what they're doing is making matters much much worse...
/end rant.
agreed
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Just stay home, perhaps, or get with the program and drive like others. Ya know. Keep up with traffic or something.
Amen!
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I hate it when I scroll up and down 2 pages a couple times looking for the "Beer Thread" and still can't find it
WTF?
(https://www.instagram.com/p/BcaUPUcnqsu/)PBR gave Canada the greatest Christmas gift of all: 99-can beer cases
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Good Lord, even one can of PBR is way too much. 99? Kill us all now.
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the canucks don't know any better
their toques are frozen
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Good Lord, even one can of PBR is way too much. 99? Kill us all now.
I was at a restaurant in town, which always has very interesting beer (good food too), they had Nitro Pabst for some reason. I just had to get it. It was still PBR.
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Back to driving annoyances...
I do a fair amount of driving on the interstate, not just commuting within your own city to/from work but driving across the state or to other states for hours at a time, and I've encountered some absolutely aggravating behaviors in my experience.
People who refuse to use and/or have no clue what cruise control is AND also have no idea how to maintain a specific speed. On the open interstate I use the hell out of cruise control, but I often will eventually catch up to someone completely baffled by it's purpose or simply thinking keeping the same speed is for losers or something. So I catch up to some car while I'm in cruise control and I'll pass him up. And see him drift back several car lengths in my rear view mirror. Then he starts catching back up to me and even eventually passes me. Weird, but whatever. Enjoy your new faster pace, stranger. Then he'll get a couple hundred yards ahead of me and sure enough, I start gaining on him slowly but surely and end up passing him right back. This process sometimes will repeat right up until one of you reaches your exit, all the while I never once deviate from my selected speed on my cruise control.
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Similar to the above example is encountering people on the freeway who are in what shall be called "speed denial". These are the people you catch up to on the freeway while going your steady, constant speed. Sometimes given the circumstances you'll see this person miles ahead of you while you gain ground on them and when you finally catch up to them they speed up either matching your speed or even faster. It's like these people were 100% content with their choses speed right up until someone had the audacity to go even faster than them. No way, can't allow that.
Once while driving from Albuquerque to Los Angeles, the bulk of which is driven on I-40, I caught up to a car around Kingman, AZ. He did the exact scenario I just described and decided, for whatever reason, I was not to pass him at all. Except rather than match my speed (which I am maintaining a constant via cruise control) ahead of me or simply speed up and eventually leave me behind this guy speed up when I would catch up to him and maybe about a mile or two ahead of me he'd slow back down. Every single time I caught up to him he'd bout a mile or two ahead of us and let me catch back up. We did this little dance all the way to Barstow, CA (little over 200 miles from where I first encountered him) before he finally exited.
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I can't even have a nice new vehicle for less than 6 months without some dumbtwat swerving into me. That's what I hate about driving at the moment!
First brand new vehicle I have bought in almost 20 years, and it's the brightest orange vehicle I have seen, and people still don't see me coming. Not sure what else to do except put a blaring ice-cream-truck-style-siren to tell drivers that I'm there and to stay out of my way. I guess having a bright color just isn't enough. :73:
At least the lady had insurance, and now I'm hoping I can get some compensation for diminished value of this brand new vehicle along with the repairs.
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I hate people with carry on bags.
I check a bag and I carry a brief case. I wish everyone did.
Instead it takes 25 to board a plane and 25 minutes to deboard because everyone else has to cram their carryon luggage into the overhead.
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I also hate people who recline their seats, cross aisle talkers and farters.
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I know exactly what you were talking about above, DF.
I also hate constant speed moron.
Let’s say you’re on a state highway that goes through little towns. It’s 65 between the towns, 55 on the outskirts of town, 45 through town.
Constant speed moron drives 60 through every zone. Consequently you pass him between every town but when you get to each town he passes you.
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I hate people with carry on bags.
I check a bag and I carry a brief case. I wish everyone did.
Instead it takes 25 to board a plane and 25 minutes to deboard because everyone else has to cram their carryon luggage into the overhead.
well I have to admit I do use carry on bags
but I dont recline my seat unless theres no one behind me
and I dont talk across the aisle unless its to tell somebody to shut their baby up
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Another annoying driver I see around town is the Innocent Thug.
Innocent Thug usually drives a car that’s almost nice. Like a Mustang without a hood or a Challenger with body damage.
You’ll encounter Innocent Thug at four way stop signs or in Lowe’s parking lots and he will do this most annoying thing.
When he has the rigt of way, he will turn a look at you and give you this ‘What are you going to do about it?’ sneer.
And of course, you’re not going to a damn thing about it because the damn fool isn’t even doing anything wrong.
I hate the Innocent Thug.
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Hola 320 prospero ano y felicidad
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Hola 320 prospero ano y felicidad
why thanks
and Mele Kalikimaka to you as well
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I’ve had to run up to HEB a few times during the holiday season.
First let me tell you about my HEB. There are probably 40 or more HEBs in the Austin metro area but mine is the one on the northwest frontier of the Hill Country. Last one untl Burnet to the west or Lampassas to the north. So it gets a lot of business.
Two annoying types I saw a lot more of at HEB was Lost Grandma and Kama kazi Mom.
Nearly every ailse was plugged with an older woman trying to get her bearings, marshal her thoughts or recollect where she was at.
Meanwhile zipping in and out and all about where these young moms with glazed expressions dangerously pushing their carts at breakneck speed and silently cursing every Lost Grandma in their way.
Then there were all these dudes like me, tiptoeing about with handbaskets and “oh shit!” Looks on their faces.
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How’s the missus, 320. You keeping her in line?
Many blessings for good health and happiness for you and yours.
Think you’ll be able to meet me for an early season Astros game this year? I’ll buy your ticket.
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Speaking of stressed moms, on Christmas Eve my youngest son and I pulled into a parking space at Target next to a Honda Odyssey with both sliders open and no one in it.
My son was like, “that’s weird.”
I was like, “Son, you don’t know women yet. If you see the mom that owns that van come back as we’re going in, don’t say a word. Just pretend you didn’t see it.”
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How’s the missus, 320. You keeping her in line?
Many blessings for good health and happiness for you and yours.
Think you’ll be able to meet me for an early season Astros game this year? I’ll buy your ticket.
Everything is bueno thanks for asking
I'd sure like to catch a game if possible
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Meanwhile zipping in and out and all about where these young moms with glazed expressions dangerously pushing their carts at breakneck speed and silently cursing every Lost Grandma in their way.
and looking good
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I dislike overtime periods and penalty kicks to decide important games.
I also hate ties.
Can’t have it both ways I guess.
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I dislike overtime periods and penalty kicks to decide important games.
CFB OT is nothing more than a soccer shoot-out and I HATE it. The NFL has this more right than CFB.
Oh, and the coin flip. I HATE it. Home team kicks. Be gracious hosts.
Stupid coin flip.
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I dont know if you all saw this, but in the Cotton bowl this year, an older woman was asked to do the coin flip. Seemed to take her by surprise! Confused, rather than flipping the coin, she just kind of pitched it forward.
It didn’t flip and probably landed on the same side up as it began. Ohio St won the “toss”. I wonder what all the players particularly those on the S Cal were thinking. I got a chuckle out of that.
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I dislike overtime periods and penalty kicks to decide important games.
I also hate ties.
Can’t have it both ways I guess.
I hate ties much more than any alternative
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I hate ties much more than any alternative
I believe in providing an opportunity for the tie to be broken.
I do not believe in forcing the tie to be broken.
If you don't want the tie, then win in 5 quarters. Else kiss your sister and hush.
Or let's just flip a coin for the win. Makes as much sense as inventing a new game.
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I like the 5th quarter idea but it would lengthen the game too much and the teams might still be tied
The current method is fine but I think the teams should kick off and otherwise use the current rules
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I like the 5th quarter idea but it would lengthen the game too much and the teams might still be tied
That essentially is the problem. We want to break the tie, but we don't want to do it playing regular football because it would "lengthen the game too much".
Meanwhile, we're trying to determine which team is the best at regular football.
Just flip the coin. If team A beats team B on the 3rd OT, does it really mean team A is better? Pfffttt. Just flip a damn coin.
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I don't follow international sports, but are other countries so preoccupied with eliminating the "tie" as part of the game? Maybe I should look up some standings in the eastern hemisphere.
This just smacks of pure shallow Americana instant gratification to me.
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a coin flip is a new different game than regular football
settles nothing
if you don't want to kickoff and play an additional quarter or longer
at least move the ball back outside of FG range for the alternate possessions
place it at the 35 instead of the 25. a 52 yard FG attempt is iffy for college kickers
moving it the the 40 would be better - that in itself would eliminate a few 3-3 ties in the first OT
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I actually like the OT process for college and HATE the NFL OT rules. And I hate that NFL has different OT rules for the regular games than they do for playoff games. That just doesn't makes sense at all to me. Rules should be the same regardless of game importance, IMO.
I didn't mind the longer game for the double overtime for the game in LA, actually made me feel like I got more than my money's worth.
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This just smacks of pure shallow Americana instant gratification to me.
and what in the free world would be wrong with this?
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I hate "sports" where judges determine winners. Like skating, gymnastics, diving and even non-KO boxing.
And I think football has become dangerously close to that by overthinking simple things like catching, scoring, tackling, blocking and celebrating.
Keep head to head targeting outlawed but otherwise go back to 1983 rules. If a person catches the ball with a foot in bounds, it's a catch. If the ball comes loose, it's a fumble.
If a game is televised, keep the clock running through television timeouts. Keep the game short. Keep the players fresh. Then play as many quarters as you need to to break a tie.
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Keep head to head targeting outlawed but otherwise go back to 1983 rules.
Why is it so hard to play football as it was intended? A game of tackling. Seriously pay attention the next time you watch a P5 or NFL game. Do you see tackling or do you see flying projectiles?
And we wonder...duh... why do so may pwayers get huwt... duh....duh...
It's so easy to tell a tackle attempt from a collision attempt. So why don't we flag it? Because we like it right? Meanwhile we're about to lose the game altogether.
You wanna see football as it was intended? Go back to the leather helmet and nix the pads. Then you'll see tackling. Helmets and pads were designed for protection, not weapons of mass destruction.
DBs don't wanna tackle cuz it seems like work. Plus they are likely not strong enough. They just wanna collide in such a way that they win.
We could forget targeting and all that mess by simply enforcing a game of tackling. Arms outstretched. Any attempt to just blow up a runner should be a flag.
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I hate "sports" where judges determine winners. Like skating, gymnastics, diving and even non-KO boxing.
Agreed. Like when you watch the Olympics, it seems like you just get down to a few favorites in those heavily judged events, and no one else ever had a chance.
I'm also not too fond of sports where coaches make the call whether you play or not, and at what position. Team sports can be fun, but also a real drag if the coach plays favorites (and in my combined experience between myself as a kid and my son, I'd estimate that about half the coaches play favorites leaving only about 1 out of every 2 or so coaches giving everyone a chance to play and really earn their positions). I've never been much of a kiss ass, and in fact am a bit of a contrarian which I guess is no news here - those tendencies did me no favors in terms of buttering up coaches like some of my teammates could do. I still like playing team sports regardless, but feel a lot better about sports like cross country or tennis or wrestling where it's just you vs the other kid(s) and your own talent and hard work are the only things that determine whether you play and how you finish.
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It's more of a porch topic I suppose, because over the years (decades...) we've had numerous discussions about what a "sport" really is.
And over the years (decades...) some of you have disagreed with me, but I have two simple criteria I use to determine what a "sport" is.
1) The outcome cannot be judged, it must have a clear, objectively determined winner and loser. So gymnastics is not a sport. Figure skating is not a sport. And as Slick observed, non-KO boxing is not a sport. They are certainly "athletic competitions" but they are not sports.
2) It requires being an athlete to play the sport. I don't consider poker, darts, billiards, or bowling to be sports, nor do I consider golf to be a sport. They are all competitions requiring very specific skills-- which in some cases many consider to be highly prized skills like golf-- but it's not a sport.
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I also hate constant speed moron.
Let’s say you’re on a state highway that goes through little towns. It’s 65 between the towns, 55 on the outskirts of town, 45 through town.
Constant speed moron drives 60 through every zone. Consequently you pass him between every town but when you get to each town he passes you.
Oh yeah good one, constant speed drivers are indeed very annoying.
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These constant speed drivers have obviously never gone through Giddings, Tx or they would learn
not to do that
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In my parts, its 75 between towns, 55 on the outskirt, and 35 thru town.
Which means all locals drive 60 - 40 - 20.
Seriously, if you drive the speed limit around here you'll get pulled over for being a smart ass.
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I don't follow international sports, but are other countries so preoccupied with eliminating the "tie" as part of the game? Maybe I should look up some standings in the eastern hemisphere.
This just smacks of pure shallow Americana instant gratification to me.
In most soccer leagues around the globe, a tie is a built in result. It's part of the strategy.
Your life blood is the table. That's the ranking of all teams in your league. If you win a game, you get 3 points in the table. Lose, you get nada. A tie will get you one point. At the end of the season, the top teams in the table play for trophies. The bottom teams get kicked downstairs to the shame of playing next season in a lesser division (there's also a huge financial penalty in rights, television, and player bonuses).
If you're a not-so-good team playing on the road against a good team, you might send your guys on to the field with the intent of keeping the score close and hopefully earning that one point. It's good for you. On the flip side, that really good team has to find a way to get all 3 points for a win at home against a pretender. If they don't, they probably lose ground to the other contenders. They'll pick their players and formation accordingly (remember, you can only change 3 players all game, so you can't decide in the middle to go "full offense").
It's a good system when the difference between a good team and a bad one is 3 goals. In college football, where the difference can be 50 points, it probably isn't so good.
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In most soccer leagues around the globe, a tie is a built in result. It's part of the strategy.
I completely understand and remember the days when a tie was woven into the W/L strategy in the NFL. I'm not saying it was great thing, but to me it was better than the knuckleheaded tie-breaking solutions of today.
I'm just saying that modern American culture could not tolerate a system of such prudence, patience, and respect for the game.
It's like the evolution of Jaws 1 to Jaws 3.
Jaws 1 was tasteful, suspenseful, and strategically moderated. There may have been 3 shark attacks the whole movie.
Jaws 3 was a picnic of flesh and blood.
Americans. Instant gratification.
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Sharknado
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When it comes to driving, I don't mind as much what happens out in front of me, as long as I can react to it. There are dumbshits everywhere, of course, and as long as I can pick my way around them, all's okay.
But what really gets me are the ones behind you that you can't control or avoid - the tailgaters, particularly those at night with bright headlights (whether they have their brights on, or have those high intensity halogen lights, or just have their headlights aimed too high - it's all the same general category of a-hole in my book). I'm talking those guys who are just a car length behind you when you're already going 5-10 mph over the speed limit; totally unsafe.
Of course, in the egregious cases, I usually just slow way down until they finally pass (if I'm on a multi-lane interstate), but it's still molto annoying.
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I hate bright light patrolman. To me, worse than constant speed moron.
I love blinding those suckers when they come my way giving me the switch-on.
Remember Crocodile Dundee, that's not a knife, this is a knife.
Well I say, that's not bright, THIS is bright. Buttwipe.
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it's all in good clean fun, until..... you really do blind grandma with those high beams and she smacks you head-on
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it's all in good clean fun, until..... you really do blind grandma with those high beams and she smacks you head-on
Bright light patrolman are always male, between ages 20-40, typically in a truck, and typically need a good ass-whippin'.
I'm too old for the latter but I've got a swift bright light trigger finger.
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Bright light patrolman are always male, between ages 20-40, typically in a truck, and typically need a good ass-whippin'.
I'm too old for the latter but I've got a swift bright light trigger finger.
So I'm not the only one who's noticed the truck boys. Seems to be the newer trucks. The commonness of their blinding lights really annoyed me at first but now it's so very common that I suspect it's not anything the driver can control - like high beams. Instead, I just suspect it's a combination of pickups sitting up higher and having much better lights than they used to.
For the longest time I hated the positioning of the lights on Dodge trucks. The parking lights down in the bumper looked like fog lights.
Now all the newer trucks seem to have very bright, somewhat obnoxious lighting. Not necessarily like the Dodge set up but with HIDs and LED wrap arounds and being four feet off the ground, they're like mobile flood lights.
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Also, I may have mentioned this from time to time over the years but it's been my observations that certain makes and models have been very popular among terrible drivers.
Back in the '70s when I first started driving, it was midsized personal luxury cars by GM - Monte Carlos, Grand Prixes, Regals and Cutlasses. Folks in those cars would do the damnedest things.
In the '90s Nissan Maximas were holy hell. In the 2000s it was Ford Explorers.
Now and for the last several years it seems to be Honda CRVs. Forgive me if you drive one. Take solace in the fact that maybe you're one of the good driving outliers among its patrons.
Bad drivers drive all makes and models, but where I live a detectable majority of bad drivers drive Honda CRVs.
They see you coming and slowly pull out in front of you any way. As you all know, big trucks do this too because who the heck wants to broadside a big truck? But when CRVs do it, it's just maddening.
Whenever I'm behind somebody who seems to be meandering cluelessly and erratically instead of driving purposely - they're usually in a Honda CRV.
They act like they're pulling a 27 foot trailer. They make absurdly wide turns. They start right to go left and start left to go right. Can't tell you how many times I've nearly been broadsided by a wide swinging CRV I thought had turned out of my way into the opposite direction.
On a half dozen occasions I've had people in Honda CRVs just come to a complete stop in front of me on a divided thoroughfare. Dare I pass? Eventually I do and I look closely as I do to see if I can ascertain the reason the person stopped. I never can. They just stopped for no apparent reason.
Nowadays if I see a Honda CRV anywhere near me, I just try to hurry past it as quickly as I can before I have to suffer consequences for its existence.
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They act like they're pulling a 27 foot trailer. They make absurdly wide turns. They start right to go left and start left to go right.
Ahh yes.... the nudge left, turn right moron. These idiots should have their license terminated and be forced into a junior college trigonometry night class.
Once they understand angles and radii and arcs and crap, then they can take another driving test.
Morons.
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Bright light patrolman are always male, between ages 20-40, typically in a truck, and typically need a good ass-whippin'.
I'm too old for the latter but I've got a swift bright light trigger finger.
well, I will be in Texas tomorrow when it gets dark
I'm not too old to whip their asses!
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well, I will be in Texas tomorrow when it gets dark
I'm not too old to whip their asses!
Well I can tough talk with the best of 'em, and my bluff is rarely called.
I realize my bark is worse than my bite these days, but it's my secret.
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I have to live up to my nickname
it sometimes get me into a bit of trouble
but, I ain't skeered
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Another category of driver that I find annoying is the person trying to merge into 65 mph traffic from a ramp going all of 45 mph, expecting you to either slow down or shift over into a center lane so that you can accommodate their slow ass.
Usually you make eye contact with these folks and they look at you in an exasperated way like you're such a rude driver when in fact you're not even speeding and often the center lanes are already occupied so there's no way to move over to let them in, even if you wanted to.
It's like they missed the memo that to get into the flow of 65 mph traffic you have to actually be doing ... duh ... 65 mph.
Then of course there was one case where no one could avoid this situation ... which was Central Expressway (75 north) in Dallas back in the 80s where the road was down in a small concrete canyon and the ramps descending into it were too way short to build up the necessary speed and it was only two lanes in one direction with narrow shoulders ... and so you had sit back and time your entrance so that you gunned it at the same time a big enough gap was coming up in the near lane. It was like being a ball launching into a pinball game or being one of those skaters in the movie Rollerball.
Worst was trying to get onto a busy Central Exp when I was driving my girlfriend's car, which was a Mazda GLC with a whopping 68 hp. I only made that mistake once.
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V8s are good
big block V8s are better
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V8s are good
big block V8s are better
and turbo diesel's rule... my 12k# truck can hit 60 in right at 5 seconds. there are a lot of cars that can outrun it now in stock condition, but 9 years ago when i first built it- there weren't.
but i'll share something i hate.
i hate the guys who 'roll coal' in their turbo diesels, acting like they're all badass- when all they are doing is wasting fuel, putting good engines in unnecessary peril, and making the rest of diesel owners look like the schmucks they are.
and something else i hate- not that i'm a grammar nazi- but the last sentence in the last line before this one... why can't i use they're there instead of they are? that's stupid. language is goofy, especially the bastardized version teenagers are using today.... i h8 that dung.
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and turbo diesel's rule... my 12k# truck can hit 60 in right at 5 seconds. there are a lot of cars that can outrun it now in stock condition, but 9 years ago when i first built it- there weren't.
but i'll share something i hate.
i hate the guys who 'roll coal' in their turbo diesels, acting like they're all badass- when all they are doing is wasting fuel, putting good engines in unnecessary peril, and making the rest of diesel owners look like the schmucks they are.
and something else i hate- not that i'm a grammar nazi- but the last sentence in the last line before this one... why can't i use they're there instead of they are? that's stupid. language is goofy, especially the bastardized version teenagers are using today.... i h8 that dung.
It's not that you can't use "they're," it's just that it wouldn't sound right--therefore wouldn't make sense--in the reader's head. Contractions are how we express in writing how people actually speak. People point to a pair of boots and say "they're mine." But people don't say "like the schmucks they're." They say "like the schmucks they ARE." To say it the former way would make the listener think that the speaker meant "like the schmucks there."
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I hate bright light patrolman. To me, worse than constant speed moron.
I love blinding those suckers when they come my way giving me the switch-on.
Remember Crocodile Dundee, that's not a knife, this is a knife.
Well I say, that's not bright, THIS is bright. Buttwipe.
I want to know if I'm accidentally driving with my brights on.
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So I'm not the only one who's noticed the truck boys. Seems to be the newer trucks. The commonness of their blinding lights really annoyed me at first but now it's so very common that I suspect it's not anything the driver can control - like high beams. Instead, I just suspect it's a combination of pickups sitting up higher and having much better lights than they used to.
For the longest time I hated the positioning of the lights on Dodge trucks. The parking lights down in the bumper looked like fog lights.
Now all the newer trucks seem to have very bright, somewhat obnoxious lighting. Not necessarily like the Dodge set up but with HIDs and LED wrap arounds and being four feet off the ground, they're like mobile flood lights.
There's not much to like about the late-model pickup trucks on the road. Their headlights are indeed high and multitudinous, and at night they are blinding. The drivers seem to think they own the road, sitting at their regal elevation. They'll tailgate you on the highway, then block you on the exit ramp when they slow down to avoid tipping over. And they are both hilarious and a menace to everyone when driving on snow or ice.
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I'm a hilarious menace!
awesome!
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Sorry, Fearless. You don't make the cut.
My criticism of pickup drivers in the snow was aimed at those who live south of the frozen tundra of northwest Iowa. You just don't qualify.
However, if you drive 80--getting right up on the rear bumper of any lesser mortal who is only doing 75--on 65-mph highways, then slow to 25 on the exit ramps, you might qualify under earlier provisions of my rant.
;)
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How about the driver in the left lane driving at the same speed as another driver in the right lane so nobody can pass them
Its like they are the law and will make sure you drive the speed limit
Now I know that in many states this is against the law but this doesnt keep these nitwits from doing this
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How about the driver in the left lane driving at the same speed as another driver in the right lane so nobody can pass them
Its like they are the law and will make sure you drive the speed limit
Now I know that in many states this is against the law but this doesnt keep these nitwits from doing this
my daughter turned 16 a couple years ago- earning her license only after passing the driving course offered through school (but paid for independently), contingent on grades above a C average to maintain and with restrictions that they can only be on the road after 9pm if they are returning from a school function.... communists, i tell you.
use of left lane as a passing lane only is straight up ignored- not mentioned- not taught in even mention. i had her ask her driving instructor who was a lady of considerable girth and likely 40 years old- she informed her 'left lane for passing is a myth, and only ignorant people believe otherwise"...
meanwhile, the one of the taliban (lower case T, and referring to the boys who live(d) across the street from me for the last 10~12 years) has become a police officer in the last six months after studying for a couple years and getting his certificate (BLET) last spring.. I asked him- his response was starkly different than the chubby driving instructor lady saying 'left lane is for passing'. I called him ignorant according to the lady.. he didn't like that- and i told him why... he too went through the same course offered through the school and had the same lady... he said he was going to set her straight when he sees her next.
all the while, i sought a driving handbook from my daughters collection of study- and.... nowhere in it does it have mention of left lane for passing - not once...
i was certainly taught that even long before drivers education. it was a simple courtesy before it was a law. it is no longer a courtesy and it appears the law is about to be removed, using what they're teaching as a measure.
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In Texas if you continue to drive in the left lane and are holding up traffic youre subject to a $200 fine
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In Texas if you continue to drive in the left lane and are holding up traffic youre subject to a $200 fine
I don't know what the fine is, but it is also illegal in Oklahoma to hold up traffic in the left lane. Left lane is the passing lane. Went into effect a few months ago.
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Here’s what I hate at the moment. Tomorrow is the NC game and we in the Big 12 are here - not talking football - but instead we’re reduced to complaining about friggin traffic.
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Fred we are multi taskers
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The on-ramps on I35 through central Austin are still short and terrifying. It was a rite of passage in driving school when I was a kid, to take those on-ramps in your final couple of practice drives.
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I want to know if I'm accidentally driving with my brights on.
The problem is, my brights aren't on.
Not until bright light patrol flashes at me - then I give them an eye full.
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Tomorrow is the NC game and we in the Big 12 are here - not talking football.
That's okay, neither is the rest of the nation.
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Sorry, Fearless. You don't make the cut.
However, if you drive 80--getting right up on the rear bumper of any lesser mortal who is only doing 75--on 65-mph highways, then slow to 25 on the exit ramps, you might qualify under earlier provisions of my rant.
nah, I'm not that guy
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I don't know what the fine is, but it is also illegal in Oklahoma to hold up traffic in the left lane. Left lane is the passing lane. Went into effect a few months ago.
Driving through Oklahoma and Texas to Round Rock on I-35 last week, I see the signs, but there is obviously no enforcement
I'd LOVE to see the authorities out there writing $200 tickets to those folks that have no business in the left lane, hell, they don't even belong in the center lane, they belong in the right lane
there's no one in the right lane!
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They'll occasionally pull over and write a ticket for a slow-left-lane-driver but they've got to be REALLY bored to do it.
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donut eating slackers
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you know what i really hate?
sleep... don't get me wrong, i love to sleep, but i hate the fact it's physiologically demanded when there is so much to do... most folks lose like, a third of their day asleep- i lose about and eighth or so.. but even that .125 could be put to some damn good use other than laying there worthless...
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you know what i really hate?
sleep... don't get me wrong, i love to sleep, but i hate the fact it's physiologically demanded when there is so much to do... most folks lose like, a third of their day asleep- i lose about and eighth or so.. but even that .125 could be put to some damn good use other than laying there worthless...
This is why I have grand plans to clone myself, so the extra me can still be productive during my normal sleeping hours.
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sleep... don't get me wrong, i love to sleep, but i hate the fact it's physiologically demanded when there is so much to do...
I have often thought about this. This is one of those "natural" things that we have not been allowed to overcome through science and medicine.
There are some elements of our natural existence that we have been allowed to "cheat" - sleep has not been one of them.
There is no pill, no treatment, no regimen, etc.... that will allow one to have a healthy human existence without sleep.
I guess this is one that "the Man" wasn't willing to flex on.
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I like sleeping.
Not only does it recharge ones batteries, it also helps people bond. Ever held your sleeping new born baby child to your chest? It’s the best.
I also like being able to go back to the essentials to make things right.
When I feel sad or angry or depressed, I take inventory. Am I eating right? Am I getting exercise? Am I getting enough sleep?
It’s amazing how many demons you can chase away by doing those few things right.
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SPeed bumps. I actually love speed bumps. They take initiative.
Speed limit signs say”would you please?” Course most people don’t.
Speed bumps say slow down or ruin your suspension. We don’t care.
Ironically, the biggest trucks with the most heavy duty suspension are usually driven by people who make the longest biggest production out of speed bump traversin.
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because they don't like smashing their fancy hat on the headliner
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I don't drive a big truck. But I do drive a Tahoe 4x4 equipped for a small amount of off-roading. I don't slow down one bit for speed bumps. The faster I take them, the less it moves my car around. The suspension can handle it.
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yup, either fast or VERY slow
the inbetween is what bounces the rig - perfect pounce
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I had it happen to me again yesterday, driving home from work.
Coming north on U.S. 75 just south of I-44, coasting downhill, speed slowly dropping from 70 to 65 (in a 65 zone), 100 yards before the downhill exit ramp to merge onto the I-44 eastbound access lane, a pickup blew past me in the left lane (he had not been following me in my lane--the closest guy was about 10 car lengths back), cut in front of me just in time to slam on his brakes so that he wouldn't tip over, and he took the exit ramp at about 30 mph. In my Boss 302, I can easily coast through that ramp at 60+, lose speed gradually as the ramp goes from downhill to slightly uphill to merge with the I-44 access lane. I have to yield to the traffic on that lane, so normally I accelerate as necessary to either merge well ahead of that traffic or to slide in right behind it.
But, no. Mr. Pickup Driver had his brakes on the entire time, so I had to do the same.
I smoothly passed him on his left as we merged onto I-44, but a mile or so down the road, here he came again, in the far left lane doing about 80.
Slack-jawed jackanape. In his mind, he's the only guy on the road who matters.
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unless pickup boy has a lift kit, he can probably coast through that ramp at 60+ as well. Not as easily as the mustang, but he just doesn't know the limits of his vehicle and doesn't know how to drive
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...In my Boss 302...
Smoothly played offhanded humble brag. My 19 year old gf agrees.
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I like sleeping.
Not only does it recharge ones batteries, it also helps people bond. Ever held your sleeping new born baby child to your chest? It’s the best.
I also like being able to go back to the essentials to make things right.
When I feel sad or angry or depressed, I take inventory. Am I eating right? Am I getting exercise? Am I getting enough sleep?
It’s amazing how many demons you can chase away by doing those few things right.
taking the inventory is the problem... insomnia isn't the problem. laying down and becoming quiet starts a manual review of the days actions and planning the next- mental preparations, as it is.. which initiates actions to complete those preparations that should be done at the present instead of laying there worthless and just thinking about it.
and i do love to sleep. i just don't as i should because there are things to do...
as far as children- i will read to my 4 (about to turn 5) year old at bedtime and answer her questions- which usually turns into a Q&A period that has turned into my favorite time of the day. it's amazing how engaged she is with complex things in the world, listening to conversations and holding her questions to the end of the day for explanation- often shoving them through her filter pf experiences and asking "is that like"- which surprisingly often is 'like'... it's often 'like' more than it isn't. all i was interested in at her age was fishing and things that went fast... sign of the times? growing up too fast? whatever it is, and making this relevant... I think i may hate that. i'd rather she not be aware of the world as far as the nastiness such as lacking integrity and honor, and people doing bad things to others. i'd rather her be laser focused on something wholesome and pure like children of days long gone could do. technology bombarding us with information from all angles isn't going to stop- she's exposed to things my parents and their parents never had to worry about.. well, they never had to worry about their children being exposed to them without their express intent.
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I hate, when at a busy gas pump, the person pumps thei gas tank full and then goes into the store to shop for crap for 25 minutes
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I hate, when at a busy gas pump, the person pumps thei gas tank full and then goes into the store to shop for crap for 25 minutes
Yep. Gotta pull out and park the car first. Can't keep blocking the pump from others using it.
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Smoothly played offhanded humble brag. My 19 year old gf agrees.
Heh!
I knew as I was typing it that that was going to come off looking bad, but here's what I was trying to say, and what I should have taken the time to type. "I have a lots-of-bang-for-the-buck performance car in which I can coast through that turn at 60+"
I very seldom go more than 5 mph over the speed limit in that car, because I don't want tickets and it's a cop-magnet, so I seldom get to enjoy the acceleration and speed that it can produce. But I can legally enjoy its handling by going through sweeping corners faster than the average bear. I make sure I'm not following closely behind anyone going into that exit lane, which I use driving home from work every day. And it's a little bit of fun at the end of the day.
Except when Mr. Pickup Driver and his ilk intervene.
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SPeed bumps. I actually love speed bumps. They take initiative.
Speed limit signs say”would you please?” Course most people don’t.
Speed bumps say slow down or ruin your suspension. We don’t care.
One of my youthful acts of defiance was removing the series of speed bumps that were installed on the road into our high school parking lot.
This road was about two blocks long and it went from the access road in front of the school back to the lot. I guess some cars had been guilty of gunning it so they put in about four of these things, and they were the really annoying kind - pretty high ridged. Very unpopular.
So one night four of us took them out. Since they’re just asphalt on top of asphalt it turns out that if you place an axe under the end of the bump and hit it with a sledgehammer that bump will just peel up and off kind of like a pancake when it’s done.
It took about 5-10 whacks per speed bump, and it was off and there were four of us to dump the remains off to the side of the road. All told it took us only about a half hour to do them all.
Next school day it was such a pleasure just to come streaming into school on that unfettered road.
We never told anyone we did this. At my 30 year reunion someone asked the question on the reunion www site - who took out the speed bumps? No one knew. And they still don’t.
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SPeed bumps. I actually love speed bumps. They take initiative.
Speed limit signs say”would you please?” Course most people don’t.
Speed limit signs give warning of an event (ticket) that has a 0.5% chance of happening at any given time.
Most speed bumps however give no signage beforehand. Not only do they take initiative, they expect you to know better, without warning. Speed bumps are heartless bastages.
If you fly into the roof, or jack up your suspension hitting a speed bump while flying through a parking lot, then the speed bump says you'd should have known better you reckless asswipe.
Speed bumps... mean suckers.
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Smoothly played offhanded humble brag. My 19 year old gf agrees.
Color me sad that nobody gave me hell for my reciprocal offhanded humble brag.
I guess I should've mentioned a 1964 Aston Martin instead of a 19 year old girlfriend, but it would've been less true. I don't own an 1964 Aston Martin but I have lots of 19 year old girlfriends.
Well... more or less.
It's all about my teen-aged sons and their blurry boundaries.
You see, they borrow my possessions and they expect me to help care for their pets and bail them out of all of the little jams caused by their irresponsibility, so if my possessions are theirs and their responsibilities are mine, I figure their all of their cute little girlfriends who hang around my house must be mine too.
Heck, I feed them.
And I figure I can think that all I want - just as long as I never tell my wife... or my sons... or - heaven forbid - the girls themselves.
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I don't own an 1964 Aston Martin but I have lots of 19 year old girlfriends.
Well... more or less.
Either way I would be happy for you, but if you truly do have 19 year-old girlfriends, I would be better off not knowing.
I'm quite content with my simple, humble existence these days, and I don't need that to be challenged.
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And I figure I can think that all I want - just as long as I never tell my wife... or my sons... or - heaven forbid - the girls themselves.
or the girl's parents
I think your secret is safe here
it is with me
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Color me sad that nobody gave me hell for my reciprocal offhanded humble brag.
I guess I should've mentioned a 1964 Aston Martin instead of a 19 year old girlfriend, but it would've been less true. I don't own an 1964 Aston Martin but I have lots of 19 year old girlfriends.
Well... more or less.
It's all about my teen-aged sons and their blurry boundaries.
You see, they borrow my possessions and they expect me to help care for their pets and bail them out of all of the little jams caused by their irresponsibility, so if my possessions are theirs and their responsibilities are mine, I figure their all of their cute little girlfriends who hang around my house must be mine too.
Heck, I feed them.
And I figure I can think that all I want - just as long as I never tell my wife... or my sons... or - heaven forbid - the girls themselves.
Well, I was also sad that no one gave me a hard time for my youthful act of defiance (making the streets around my high school safe for the underbodies of speeding cars, as it were), particularly that after nearly 40 years, it's still a general secret that I've only told you all. But all I got was ... crickets.
Anywho, that's an interesting wrinkle, primo, about all your sons' gfs being a part of your collective "stable", at least in a fantasy kind of way. As I was reading your post though, I thought of my brother and his three daughters, and how he'd viewed their bf's coming around, even as he fed them, as anything but part of his stable. The view was more like the house is being circled by wolves!! and he needed to find some wolf-spray, or maybe even build an electric fence.
I don't envy anyone being the father of daughter(s).
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Color me sad that nobody gave me hell for my reciprocal offhanded humble brag.
I guess I should've mentioned a 1964 Aston Martin instead of a 19 year old girlfriend, but it would've been less true. I don't own an 1964 Aston Martin but I have lots of 19 year old girlfriends.
Well... more or less.
It's all about my teen-aged sons and their blurry boundaries.
You see, they borrow my possessions and they expect me to help care for their pets and bail them out of all of the little jams caused by their irresponsibility, so if my possessions are theirs and their responsibilities are mine, I figure their all of their cute little girlfriends who hang around my house must be mine too.
Heck, I feed them.
And I figure I can think that all I want - just as long as I never tell my wife... or my sons... or - heaven forbid - the girls themselves.
I didn't want to go there. I had some clever question typed in, and then removed it before posting. A rare instance of thinking first, clicking on the POST button second.
Anyway, today was a man-bites-dog story. I swept into the downhill exit ramp with what looked like clear sailing ahead, only to have to slow down for a pickup that had had to slow down for some Toyota-ish-looking sedan.
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I didn't want to go there. I had some clever question typed in, and then removed it before posting. A rare instance of thinking first, clicking on the POST button second.
Ha, that's funny. Posting first and thinking second (by everyone I mean) has always made for some interesting threads around here.
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I didn't want to go there. I had some clever question typed in, and then removed it before posting. A rare instance of thinking first, clicking on the POST button second.
You know... I've come to expect a little crap. Being met with polite silence is even lonelier than being met with a lot of uncalled for crap.
It's so hard to get the right amount of crap in life.
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I don't envy anyone being the father of daughter(s).
and you shouldn't
I told Hooky years ago to keep his sons away from my daughters
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I have a friend who has a son and a daughter who always says with a son you only have to worry about one penis but with a daughter you have to worry about every penis in town.
I always get a big smile when he says it because his daughter is about as a attractive as a totem pole.
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Well, I was also sad that no one gave me a hard time for my youthful act of defiance (making the streets around my high school safe for the underbodies of speeding cars, as it were), particularly that after nearly 40 years, it's still a general secret that I've only told you all. But all I got was ... crickets.
Anywho, that's an interesting wrinkle, primo, about all your sons' gfs being a part of your collective "stable", at least in a fantasy kind of way. As I was reading your post though, I thought of my brother and his three daughters, and how he'd viewed their bf's coming around, even as he fed them, as anything but part of his stable. The view was more like the house is being circled by wolves!! and he needed to find some wolf-spray, or maybe even build an electric fence.
I don't envy anyone being the father of daughter(s).
I am remiss, cousin Fred. Your mischievous ingenuity and initiative is only exceeded by your ability to take a secret to the grave.
You are an exemplary child of the ‘70s; “cooool,” in the meaningful sense that magical word once possessed.
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I like that English is a living language, constantly being shaped and smoothed like a river rock. I hate it that sometimes words lose their finer nuances. I suppose other words take on more subtle interpretations so it probably all evens out in the wash.
Working in public health, we always try to be cognizant and respectful of every different sort of identifying human - cause you know if your goal is to raise awareness so people take care of themselves, the last thing you want to do is alienate them by being offensive.
It’s amazed me how the non-traditional sexuality folks add a new letter every month or so. LGBT etc. etc. i saw one variation that included the letter Q. When I inquired they told me it meant queer.
I was like wait a minute. That was like the N word to that community in the 70s and 80s. Now they’re embracing it?
I said, are you sure it isn’t queen?
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It’s amazed me how the non-traditional sexuality folks add a new letter every month or so. LGBT etc. etc. i saw one variation that included the letter Q. When I inquired they told me it meant queer.
I was like wait a minute. That was like the N word to that community in the 70s and 80s. Now they’re embracing it?
I was like wait a minute. Didn't you already cover that in one or two of the aforementioned letters?
Or possibly just get rid of all the letters and just go with the Q. Shouldn't that cover it?
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Well I suppose you could be T without being Q? Post-op or something? I don't know.
I know a few folks within that general community, and they don't actually identify with the official LBGTQ organizations because in trying to be all things to everyone, they're actually only representing some smaller part of the community-- whichever ones are served most closely by those in power. And they don't feel their wants/needs are all identical. Their opinions, not mine, I really have no idea.
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I have a friend who has a son and a daughter who always says with a son you only have to worry about one penis but with a daughter you have to worry about every penis in town.
I always get a big smile when he says it because his daughter is about as a attractive as a totem pole.
when you include every penis in town, there's going to be one or three that would like to notch a totem pole.
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here is something i think i hate...
... just returned from lunch at one of the box joints. like most it has the bar area with surrounding booths and bar tables. this is where i choose to sit 99/100 times whether accompanied or not.
children in the bar area negates the purpose for a bar area in the first place. but there they were- three different instances of people bringing their children in the joint and choosing to sit in the bar area- with their children- instead of in the general restaurant seating area.. they were being loud and obnoxious like children are, and beyond the point where conversations can be had by either the parents or those around. it's stupid. they can have all of the regular seating area they want- the bar area is for adults. dang it.
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you should have mentioned it to your server at least and then to management
or you could have just tossed back a few drinks and thrown some loud foul language towards that group
and let the conversation start from there
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here is something i think i hate...
... just returned from lunch at one of the box joints. like most it has the bar area with surrounding booths and bar tables. this is where i choose to sit 99/100 times whether accompanied or not.
children in the bar area negates the purpose for a bar area in the first place. but there they were- three different instances of people bringing their children in the joint and choosing to sit in the bar area- with their children- instead of in the general restaurant seating area.. they were being loud and obnoxious like children are, and beyond the point where conversations can be had by either the parents or those around. it's stupid. they can have all of the regular seating area they want- the bar area is for adults. dang it.
and tell em to stay off your lawn too
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i have zero issues with children... i have a four almost five year old for the love of Christ... however, if i go to one of these places, and i choose to sit in an area designated for adults, it's likely for a reason and that reason is likely to get a break from children...
it's not an unreasonable expectation i don't think.
and kids on my lawn isn't an issue... people walking their dogs and letting them shit in it w/o picking it up is the issue. i've literally had neighbors walk their dogs and seen them shit in my yard whilst they watch, and just walk off... meanwhile, same neighbor, while i'm walking my dog yell at me from the house as we approach (and my dog firmly on the street) "if that dog shits i my yard you better pick it up!'....
to which i've answered "or what MF'r?"
my neighbors are mostly assholes.
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Oftentimes kids are the unintended product of irresponsible behavior on the part of their parents. Then we act surprised when those same parents raise rowdy kids with no boundaries or sense of decorum.
But we err when we paint all kids with the same broad brush. Some parents take responsibility and raise good kids. Kids who sit quietly and behave themselves are inoffensive in just about any public setting.
In fact sometimes the biggest critics of children in public are 20-something singles who tend to make an obnoxious conspicuous spectacle of themselves wherever they are.
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I tell you what kind of annoys me. Guys wearing caps or hats indoors. Especially in restaurants.
I admit I may sound like an urbanite railing against the uncouth ways of my redneck neighbors but...
My father grew up on a farm and was the last in a long line of generations in my family who farmed. My dad, my grandfather, my mom, my grandmother, Bum Phillips... they all taught me. Men should not wear their hats indoors.
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I'm thankful caps indoors merely kind of annoys you
Pretty sure most times I've met you at Bonedaddy's I could have been wearing a Husker golf cap
next time remind me to remove it, please
it could kind of annoy the cute little server
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Eh... I figure an Iowa guy who roots for the Huskers. What do you expect?
Censuring you and your Husker comrades for wearing caps indoors would be like criticizing someone with Parkinson's Disease for trembling.
I'm a kindhearted, understanding individual.
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yes, you are and I appreciate it
speaking of Bone Daddy's, have you been there recently?
My brother and I watched Bama/Georgia at the Bone Daddy's in Arlington. The young ladies were clad in Jeans and T-shirts? My brother inquired about the dress code and was told the owner had the girls dress less scantily to try to entice more families to visit. Didn't seem to be working very well that particular evening. No families in the house.
The girls said they were opposed to the new dress code because the tips were bigger before the change.
Just wondering if the ownership in Austin had made the same misguided mistake?
btw, I sent an email to Shiner asking him to join us that Monday evening, but no reply. I'm certain he was busy doing Aggie things.
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children in the bar area negates the purpose for a bar area in the first place.
I don't think there's such a thing as "grown-ups" at a bar.
What bugs me is the phrase "adult" entertainment. Oh yeah that's *really* mature.
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What bugs me is the phrase "adult" entertainment. Oh yeah that's *really* mature.
what phrase would you suggest?
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yes, you are and I appreciate it
speaking of Bone Daddy's, have you been there recently?
Nah dood. I only go there when you're in town. It's a tourist attraction and I'm a local. I can find better food for less money elsewhere and why would I want to ogle pretty young thangs when at any given time I have a half dozen of 'em wallowing on my couches, rummaging through my pantry and pestering my sons with silly questions while they're trying to play shooter games. Half the time, one of 'em will get tired of my sons ignoring them and will come out into the garage and help me change oil in one of the cars. I like girls who aren't afraid to loosen a nut and get hot oil down their arm and into their armpits.
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Uhhhh.... yeah....
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Nah dood. I only go there when you're in town. It's a tourist attraction and I'm a local. I can find better food for less money elsewhere and why would I want to ogle pretty young thangs when at any given time I have a half dozen of 'em wallowing on my couches, rummaging through my pantry and pestering my sons with silly questions while they're trying to play shooter games. Half the time, one of 'em will get tired of my sons ignoring them and will come out into the garage and help me change oil in one of the cars. I like girls who aren't afraid to loosen a nut and get hot oil down their arm and into their armpits.
well, you seem to enjoy the visit to Bone Daddy's enough while I'm in town. Probably because you're just a kindhearted, understanding individual and don't mind humoring the tourist from Iowa.
I have nearly the same situation at my place with a half dozen pretty young ladies wandering around mostly bored and asking me questions. Of course they are my daughter's friends and I try to keep the young guys away. I don't mind cooking for, feeding or supplying drinks for the ladies, but something about the guys emptying my fridge bothers me a bit.
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Wolves
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It’s amazed me how the non-traditional sexuality folks add a new letter every month or so. LGBT etc. etc. i saw one variation that included the letter Q. When I inquired they told me it meant queer.
I've assumed it meant "queer." But the one time I asked, I was told that it meant "questioning."
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Questioning would make more sense IMO but according to this 2.5 year old articlee it can mean either because they like the word queer now but it has baggage so non-LGBTQ peeps shouldn’t use it because it might still be offensive.
https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2015/06/01/lgbtq-questioning- (https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2015/06/01/lgbtq-questioning-queer-meaning/26925563/)queer-meaning/26925563/ (https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2015/06/01/lgbtq-questioning-queer-meaning/26925563/)
Sheesh. That’s more complicated than the Kardashian family tree.
But I guess it’s about par for the course. Many of the fellows of that persuasion I’ve met over the years love a big production.
Like musicals.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just wonder if the tough no-nonsense lesbians in Dickeys ever wonder why they threw their collective causes and concerns in with their exact total opposite in every way possible.
It’d be like Pentacostals and Satanists banding together to protect their freedom to worship.
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Peter, Paul, & Mary Magdalene!
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EEver tickle a dog? They won’t laugh.
Odd that we who love laughter so much that it’s often a key component of our relationships and interactions could be so emotionally attached to a species that won’t laugh.
Maybe that’s their charm. Maybe we love them because they are friends who will always take us seriously and never mock us.
What does that say about us?
What does that say about them?
I hate Bob Stoops.
Not really. But my dog does. Most dogs do.
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Dogs laugh with their tails.
I read that on a refrigerator magnet somewhere.
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Cats are interesting creatures.
The say cats only meow at people. It’s like they’re mimicking us like when we say woof or mooo.
A meow is a cat’s impersonation of a person.
They’re probably trying to say “well...”. The preamble for all tongue tied meditatative humans regardless of their native tongue.
Yes, even tribesmen in the rain forests of Bora Bora say “well...” while marshalling their burmanese thoughts.
Amazing creatures, cats. Thinking they’re patronizing humans like that.
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EEver tickle a dog? They won’t laugh.
I don't believe they are ticklish
some will smile while you rub their belly
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Hyenas will laugh.
Don't have any desire to have one as a pet.
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Hyenas will eat cats.
Perhaps I should have one as a pet.
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Veer left guy. I hate veer left guy. Let me tell you about him.
I've heard most of you agree the left lane is for passing and I agree - when you're in the country or between cities and there's more road than cars and they're several hundred yards apart and you come up behind another car every few minutes or so... but in a big city that philosophy is just not practical. In Austin (Houston, San Antonio, Corpus, El Paso, Dallas, Fort Worth, etc.) all lanes are bumper to bumper all of the time.
I drive 25 miles down 183 every day from the LCP to Ea'side and back again. I do it in the left lane but I don't impede traffic. I go as fast as I can. On the toll roads north of Austin that can mean 85 or 90 mph between 6:00 and 7:00 a.m. Or it can mean spending more time sitting at a standstill than scooting up a few feet on the way back home in the afternoons.
When traffic varies from 50 to 60 to a dead stop at various intervals throughout the commute, veer left guy tailgates like a mofo and tries to go about 5 miles faster than the car in front of him. When traffic inevitably screeches to a halt, veer left guy seems surprised. It's already happened to him 13 times on this commute and hundreds of times this week, but dang it, he never expected it this time so he's unprepared, he didn't leave enough space, but that's okay, he just veers left into the little shoulder next to the wall.
I've been driving for 40 years and Austin has had bad stop and go traffic for all of those 40 years but we never had veer left guys until the last several (maybe 10 or 15 years). Is this what they teach people now? Has Austin been besieged with domestic immigration from the land of veer lefters? Is this what they've always done in some place like LA or Boston or Philadelphia?
Have people just noticed other veer lefters and thought, Hey! I want to be a veer lefter too.
All I know is that I still try to keep that perfect distance from the car in front of me that discourages people from cutting in front of me but still enables me to stop on a dime before I hit the car in front of me when the car in front of me comes to one of its 30 inevitable complete stops on the highway.
But up ahead and behind, I see about 40% of the cars veering into the left shoulder, like OMG, you can't expect me to stop that quickly, I'm taking an escape route.
And when such a large percentage of cars take the same escape route, the escape route becomes almost as densely congested as the lane of traffic, thus obstructing the extra stopping space veer left guy imagines he has.
This morning - and keep in mind it was still dark so all I saw were headlights - I had a veer left guy in front of me and a veer left guy behind me.
And it's always kind of creepy to follow a veer left guy because you always have to wonder if he's simply a veer left guy or if he's actually swerving left to avoid some terrible obstruction on the road, like a couch that fell off the back of a truck or a dead body.
I hate veer left guy. He's a consummate wuss.
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well, you seem to enjoy the visit to Bone Daddy's enough while I'm in town. Probably because you're just a kindhearted, understanding individual and don't mind humoring the tourist from Iowa.
I look upon it as a treat. Kind of like eating off the good china at Christmastime. You don't want to eat off the good china every day but when company comes and the missus gets it out, you marvel at it. You wouldn't marvel at it if you ate off it every day. It would become commonplace. Do it once a year or so and you're like, hey I forgot we had gravy boat! Let's eat gravy!
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Dogs laugh with their tails.
I read that on a refrigerator magnet somewhere.
This post is worthy of some acknowledgement. I don't want to go crazy and actually "like" it because my feelings about the post are too complex to simply summarize as "like," but I do think it is worthy of another hmmm....
I can't decide if it is absurd or profound or even kind of naughty but it is definitely thought-provoking and enigmatic. I hope to decide by COB today whether I actually like it or not. If I do, I will hit the like button.
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In the article I read about cats, it also said that most cats die of cat diseases that are caused by stress that is caused by interaction with other living creatures.
Cats may seem serene but apparently they possess tortured souls and live under a constant strain of trial and tribulation.
Apparently if you see you cat doing something like climbing on the furniture and you look at him and he stops and looks at you and the two of you make eye contact for several seconds, you're probably taking years off his life because you're stressing him out by making him consider another living creature other than himself.
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I look upon it as a treat. Kind of like eating off the good china at Christmastime. You don't want to eat off the good china every day but when company comes and the missus gets it out, you marvel at it. You wouldn't marvel at it if you ate off it every day. It would become commonplace. Do it once a year or so and you're like, hey I forgot we had gravy boat! Let's eat gravy!
I also look at it as a treat. But, because I live just too derned far away to visit Bone Daddy's on a regular basis.
I obviously also enjoy being treated to a round of golf in January or February. Thanks again for the recommendation of the Crystal Falls course in Leander. I played there again on the 11th a couple weeks ago.
Just delightful.
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Wait, you were in the Austin area? I thought you were just headed to Dallas?
And although I don't like veer left guy, I also haven't noticed it as a great plague on society. But I don't spend nearly as much time as you do, commuting on congested roads, so I'll take your word for it.
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Thanks again for the recommendation of the Crystal Falls course in Leander.
Let me tell a little something about my fascinating world in the LCP.
The Crystal Falls Golf Course is next to the Balcones Canyonlands National Wildlife Refuge, it's a canyon itself that drains into the Colorado River, but if you climb out of the Crystal Falls Golf Course canyon and plant your feet in Leander, you will be in the watershed of the Brazos River many miles north of there as rain slides on down the Edwards Plateau off the Balcones Fault and into the Blackland Prairie that encompasses most of Williamson County. Is that just utterly fascinating or what?
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Wait, you were in the Austin area? I thought you were just headed to Dallas?
And although I don't like veer left guy, I also haven't noticed it as a great plague on society. But I don't spend nearly as much time as you do, commuting on congested roads, so I'll take your word for it.
Oh, let me tell you. It's a plague.
If God had started with veer left guy instead of water turned to blood, the pharaoh would've let Moses and his people go on Day One.
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Let me tell a little something about my fascinating world in the LCP.
The Crystal Falls Golf Course is next to the Balcones Canyonlands National Wildlife Refuge, it's a canyon itself that drains into the Colorado River, but if you climb out of the Crystal Falls Golf Course canyon and plant your feet in Leander, you will be in the watershed of the Brazos River many miles north of there as rain slides on down the Edwards Plateau off the Balcones Fault and into the Blackland Prairie that encompasses most of Williamson County. Is that just utterly fascinating or what?
Holy Sheepshit
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Utee,
Yes, plans changed and were quite fluid that week. My brother's schedule wasn't as demanding as he thought @ UT-Arlington
and since it was 5-10 degrees warmer in the Round Rock / Leander area than Arlington / Flower Mound, we spent a couple days in Round Rock. My brother's house has better accommodations for guests than his one-bedroom apartment in Arlington
I apologize if you and Charley feel cheated from your "treat" of a trip to Bone Daddy's.
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Come when it's warm. I don't like to get out of the house when it's so cold. People don't live in Texas to contend with frigid sub 65 temperatures.
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Last week we had a cold day. Everything was closed but it didn't snow. At least not at my house. It was just cold. Yikes and yuck.
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might be visiting the area the week of February 19th
but, might just stay in Arlington and avoid the additional 3 hour drive down I-35 with all the annoying types of drivers
I'm curious as to the ownership and dress code for the staff at the Austin Bonedaddy's.
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should be MUCH warmer in late February
and speaking of pie......... I'd like to sample the wares at the Monument Cafe
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The last time I went to Monument Cafe, I took my mom by there, after taking her to a doctor's visit, about two months before she went to be with Jesus.
She was terminal and didn't have much appetite but there was something on the chalk board that appealed to her. Something weird like King Ranch Chicken Casserole or something.
The waitress said it was all gone so my mom settled for something else. It was okay but nothing really exciting.
As we waiting to get our credit card and final receipt back, the very same waitress brought plates of King Ranch Chicken Casserole to the table next to ours.
So... you know... they can go to hell.
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The week of February 19th, I'll be taking a team up to Fort Worth for a review Tuesday through Friday so if I can't catch you in the ATX, Fearless, maybe I can catch you in the Metroplex.
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So... you know... they can go to hell.
well, I'm certainly not going to stop there for pie after hearing that horrible story. I'm not even a big pie loving person.
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The week of February 19th, I'll be taking a team up to Fort Worth for a review Tuesday through Friday so if I can't catch you in the ATX, Fearless, maybe I can catch you in the Metroplex.
you gonna bring your team to the Arlington Bonedaddy's for a treat?
I'll keep it in mind....
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Mostly older ladies on my team. I doubt they'd like Bone Daddy's. I tried to hire a young lady who looked like Zhang Ziyi in "Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon" when she walks into the restaurant before she beats up everybody in the place, but my boss said I needed to hire somebody with more experiences.
Bosses. What can you do?
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take your boss to Redneck Heaven in Arlington
quite a place!
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Underwoods made an aggressive push into Austin in the mid-70s, abruptly departed shortly thereafter, but left buildings that subsequently housed iconic businesses.
Sugar's Uptown Cabaret over on Highland Mall Drive is in an old Underwood's. The other Austin Underwoods was on Burnet at Ohlen where Shu Shu's Asian Cusine now resides.
My dad took me to the one that became Sugar's when I was 11 or 12 (circa 1973 or 1974). I remember they wrapped my chopped beef on the bun in aluminum foil instead of butcher paper. That's about all I remember.
My father was a bit of a barbecue snob. He was open to trying new places but we never went back after that one visit.
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Wait....
I was writing that last message in the football fiction thread. I was pecking it out on my iPhone and I had tostop in the middle to answer a call.
Then when I finally posted, it was in a different thread.
Weird.
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Wait....
I was writing that last message in the football fiction thread.
No problem. We need some unpredictability around here.
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I responded over on the BBQ/fried chicken thread.
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Good cause I certainly don't hate barbecue or chicken,
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I hate chewing on aluminum foil instead of butcher paper.
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You know that you're supposed to remove the sandwich from its wrapper before eating, right?
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it's a little like Charley and his french fries
I try not to eat the wrapper, but it doesn't always work out
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it's a little like Charley and his french fries
I try not to eat the wrapper, but it doesn't always work out
especially after 10 beers
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My isc&a w & I drink differing beverages 10 months of the year. I drink beer & she drinks wine.
But we come together in May & September. May is margarita month, September is sangria month.
Keeping enough fresh cut fruit ready is our challenge in September. The challenge in May is to not do anything stupid after 3 or 4 margaritas.
I think the worst thing we've ever done (more than once) is pouring up a margarita, seeing you forgot to salt the rim and turning the glass upside down to do so.
So silly.
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You gotta salt a NEW Glass, then pour into it...
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Ahhhh.
We'll put a sign up in the kitchen.
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For us, margarita season is pretty much March to November. And additionally, anytime we're eating Tex-Mex in December-February.
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dern, now I want a Marg on the rocks!
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Probably going for Tex-Mex on Friday, so I'll no doubt have one or three then.
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I hate spatially challenged person.
How many times does this happen?
You're driving down the road, maintaining a steady speed and minding your own business.
Somebody merges onto your road and wants to be right where you are. You happen to notice there is nobody for miles ahead of you and nobody for miles behind you. All they have to do is to speed up or slow down. Instead they hover beside you, signal on, inching ever closer to you and anxiously looking at you with frustrated contempt as if to say, "Why must you be here? Why do you exist? Were you put on earth just to vex me?"
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Spatially challenged person is probably the same guy who insists on sitting near you in a practically empty theater.
I'm always sorely tempted to confront him.
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I have a level of abhorrence nearing the level of hate for 'rude school bus driver'.
Rude School Bus Driver, or 'RuSBud' uses the tools available to them as a matter of communicating their intent or activities, and which is supported by law and vigorously enforced by popo's, for their own amusement. RusBud throws out that little stop sign from underneath their left armpit to signify the fact trophies of the awaiting parents love are about to disembark from the vessel. This by itself is not something worthy of disdain and shouldn't elicit a condition of angst. However, what differentiates RuSBud from a normal school bus operator is what happens next:
RuSBud loves four lane roads, in which two travel in one direction. RuSBud doesn't immediately flip the switch which retracts the stop sign and flashy lights into its non-activated position. Instead, RuSBud looks into his rear view and stomps on the throttle leaving the helplessly immobilized automobiles behind him. RuSBud will then swap lanes, or haul ass not fifty yards ahead just to stop again at the next location of disembark while drivers slowly track him. RuSBud does this on purpose as it humors his tortured soul who finds it necessary to share his displeasure with anyone he can. If you are unfortunate enough to be more than three cars behind RuSBud, you are at least three stops from passing him, and that is only if RuSBud doesn't decide to swap lanes. RuSBud needs to be stopped.
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I'm a pretty laid back easy going turn the other cheek kind of guy in most situations- in vehicles, stores, restaurants, etc.
But in movie theaters I'm always tempted to throw down.
I think it's because when I was an impressionable young teen I witnessed my older brother confront some would-be hooligans in a theater and I watched them whither.
My bother who did drugs for years had crazy eyes and dubious judgement.
One night some teen boys sitting a few rows behind us threw some popcorn in our general direction and laughed.
My brother got up, went back there and went Clint Eastwood on them, threatening to rip them to ribbons with his bare hands and smear their entrails on the wall.
He left them with the offhanded remark that he was sick of living and it would be a good day to die.
The kids slunk down in their seats and were on their best behavior for the rest of the movie.
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What I noticed about school bus drivers is that there are really considerate ones who will wait until nearby traffic passes before flipping on the red flashing lights and sadistic school bus drivers who calculates the exact moment when the flip of his switch can bring the most possible people to a complete standstill.
Sadistic school bus driver also likes to watch to make sure young Todd and Julie have made it safely to their doorstep, found their key and let themselves in before ending the standstill.
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Not sure I have this experience. I would suggest in urban areas that being a bus driver is not top shelf employment.
Urban Bus Driver: I hate my life. These kids are brats. And their damn nice big houses! This traffic sucks. Could it get any frickin' hotter in this metal bucket?? My girlfriend makes twice what I do. Heh, let's see how many dickweed cars I can bring to a halt on this next stop.. Hehe...
Rural Bus Driver: Welp it's shore a nice day. Dayum these young'uns are so funny. Right there's T95's house, he's a good feller. Come on out, 95! I'm in no hurry. <whistles> Guess I'll grab me some supper at Allsups after work. Them burritos they got is good eatin'.
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I think it would be fun to drive a bus in Buenos Aires. For awhile anyway. I wouldn’t want to be stuck driving a bus anywhere indefinitely, but I wouldn’t mind doing it for a month or two.
In BA, a dense city of 13 million, stop signs and traffic lanes are mere suggestions not often followed, and traffic lights work like a Christmas tree on a drag strip. They go from red to red & yellow, and then to green. Makes for some really exciting starts.
Buses don’t always completely stop at stops either. They kind of roll past if there’s only a single waiting passenger and so you have to kind of time your jump into the open doorway as it passes by just right. The driver does have to be a bit of a juggler as they’ll change money by hand as they drive for your fare.
A few bus rides in BA trains you how to be a more alert pedestrian.
I’ve been on a bus one time where our driver was racing another bus full of passengers through a residential neighborhood. And I mean for about 10-15 blocks. Our driver won, and no one died. On another bus ride, on a hot day, the driver just suddenly pulled up to a stop and got out and asked a man who was spraying down his sidewalk with a water hose for a drink, which he gave him.
In other words, the drivers kind of make their own rules and a bus ride can be a complete adventure. You never know what will happen. Nevertheless people use them all the time. That city is full of transportation options, including a gazillion taxis and commuter rail along with buses. No one needs a car there.
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I've driven in Paris and around parts of Italy. Sounds similar. Consequently, I have no desire ever to be a bus driver in Paris, Italy, or Buenos Aires. :)
But feel free to keep dreaming the dream, Cuz!
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My bother who did drugs for years had crazy eyes and dubious judgement.
caused me to think of Burnt Eyes
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Sometimes when I’m on an Apple or Android device, an ad will pop up while I’m in the process of touching the screen and it will excitedly respond to my accidental touch of their ad by asking if wouldn’t I just like to go ahead and go to the ap store to download their worthless crap.
That, in and of itself, is annoying but what happens next takes it to a whole ‘nother level of intolerable.
I unequivocally answer no (as if I might truly have a say in the matter) but what happens next?
It takes me to the ap store any way and THAT is what I hate today.
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if that shit is happening while accessing this site^, let me know... google has been pretty much ignoring the rules insofar as their advert campaigns go... i tried to set up explicitly to avoid pop-ups, but according to a couple others from here they've encountered them... one more and i boot google- they pay literally pennies a month anyway...
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I'm hating people who don't shovel their sidewalks. Seriously, one inch of powder.
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if that shit is happening while accessing this site^, let me know... google has been pretty much ignoring the rules insofar as their advert campaigns go... i tried to set up explicitly to avoid pop-ups, but according to a couple others from here they've encountered them... one more and i boot google- they pay literally pennies a month anyway...
Nah man we coo. It elsewherez. Chill bro.
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I'm hating people who don't shovel their sidewalks. Seriously, one inch of powder.
Sounds to me like you choose to live some place where the weather is bad.
Did you know many people live and work in environments where they never have to worry about snow on their sidewalks. Never. Not once in their life.
So many times it happens that we live our lives in chains and we never even know we hold the key.
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Did you know many people live and work in environments where they never have to worry about snow on their sidewalks. Never. Not once in their life.
So many times it happens that we live our lives in chains and we never even know we hold the key.
Not so fast there, Glenn Frey. A few short weeks ago the ATX was getting pelted with snow while us panhandlers were high 'n' dry. Didn't make no sense, but you never know.
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Didn't make no sense...
You hold on there, Pete Hogwollop.
We might get some snow, but do we worry about snow on the sidewalks?
No.
And I'll tell you why.
First off it doesn't hardly ever snow to begin with.
Secondly when it does snow, it's such an unexpected treat we don't begrudge it. We don't stand at the window, shaking our fist, shouting at Mother Nature.
No, we put on 14 pairs of pants, put socks on our hands and bread bags on our feet. We go outside and we stick our tongues out and run around the yard trying to catch a flake on our tongue. We slobber on light poles and wonder why our tongue won't stick. We sing "Walking in a Winter Wonderland" like a hoard of deranged Dean Martins and we make 9 inch tall snowmen with grass and leaves sticking out of them.
Thirdly, when it snows we don't use sidewalks or even streets. After a good twenty minutes or so of wearing ourselves out pretending we're yankees, Russians, eskimos or penguins, we go inside, peel off the 14 pairs of pants and damp socks from our hands, drink hot chocolate, cover up with about 14 blankets and hunker down for about 16 hours.
Ain't nothin gonna happen that can't wait until the bad weather leaves and sanity is restored.
Heck, sometimes our weathermen can scare our city officials so badly, we shut down everything across eight counties and it won't even snow.
Fourthly if we did have to go outside to go somewhere's the sidewalk would be the least of our worries. More likely we'd be wondering why the outside faucet bib won't turn on so we can hose the ice and snow off our car. We'd soon realize we're much better off tending to that faucet than going on any fool errand away from the house.
Fifthly, if there ever came a day snow piled up on our sidewalk and stayed there for so long that we couldn't even hose it off, then we would understand that God is telling us that we just move somewhere further south to a climate that's better fit for living creatures.
It's not that complicated.
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Fifthly, if there ever came a day snow piled up on our sidewalk and stayed there for so long that we couldn't even hose it off, then we would understand that God is telling us that we just move somewhere further south to a climate that's better fit for living creatures.
So to finish this off back where you started, you're saying that if you had to shovel snow in the ATX, you'd be AWWWW READY GONE....
And I've never seen constructive use of the word "fifthly" until now.
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I'm hating people who don't shovel their sidewalks. Seriously, one inch of powder.
simply slip and fall, find an attorney specializing in personal injury, teach them a lesson
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Wait, there are places where people choose to live where they have to shovel snow off their sidewalks?
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Wait, there are places where people choose to live where they have to shovel snow off their sidewalks?
It's true I can vouch. When I was in 1st & 2nd grade, we lived in Anchorage. Our yard was on the corner facing into a mini cul de sac, and big old plows would pile up all the snow on our corner. We turned that into an enormous snow fort, and had a great time. Meanwhile, my poor dad had to shovel the driveway pretty often just to leave and go to work. It was only fun for me as a 6 year old, cos I didn't have to shovel.
I've never lived in a place since with winter snowpack or really much snow of any amount, so that was my only experience with the white stuff.
My advice: live where they snow shovel only while you're too young to have to do it, and enjoy those snow forts and sledding galore. Then high-tail it back to warmer climes and never ever go back.
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Wait, there are places where people choose to live where they have to shovel snow off their sidewalks?
some folks chose to live there, most are simply born there
I'm thankful I wasn't born near Saskatoon
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I get all the snow I want here in Houston
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II’ll say one good thing about bad weather: it breeds good snugglers.
I was in my late teens and early 20s in the late 70s and early 80s when an economic downturn in those ugly Big Ten states sent the first wave of yankees scurrying into the ATX.
At first I was repulsed by their rusty cars, fish belly compexions, strange lexicon and annoying ability to be both rude and chipper at the same time.
Then I discovered their shy little daughters.
Texas girls like to be noticed, they like to seen, they like to be heard but they gots to be in the mood to be mussed up.
These little wall flowers from Ohio, Michigan, Pennsylvania and Illinois with their impractical sweaters liked to snuggle like pointy nosed puppies in a blue norther.
I tell you what. I buried deeply any reservations or misgivings I had those crazy assed foreigners with inability to taste salsa and their strange tales of White Castles and the Amish.
Some nights I buried them reservations so deep and so hard and so long it just about wore me out.
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You know, I never given this more than a passing thought before and I certainly never put it into words but I think the jarring, galling culture shock of northerners moving to Texas the first time they came in droves was the difference in humor.
Us Texans possibly much like Okies or Coonasses, believe in understatements, hyperboles and long drawn out tales that are maddening journeys with little anti-climitac groaners for the punch line.
Then these yahoos come down here and they don’t get any of that stuff. They listen earnestly and say, “aw jeez.” To them the height of humor was a snarky comment delivered like a straight face like a whiney bitch. To which we’d think, “where’s my knife? I’m sticking this bastard.”
It probably took 20 years for Texans and yankees to learn how to communicate. Probably even longer if a marriage took place.
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So to finish this off back where you started, you're saying that if you had to shovel snow in the ATX, you'd be AWWWW READY GONE....
Just got that.
Ha
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It probably took 20 years for Texans and yankees to learn how to communicate. Probably even longer if a marriage took place.
as y'all know, I'm a bit slow, but I'm still learning
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Some nights I buried them reservations so deep and so hard and so long it just about wore me out.
You have a future in porn stories.
Of course at our age, whatever calling we may have missed is simply a missed calling.
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People shoveled snow down here from their sidewalk only to put in a Yeti cooler and then weeks later attempt to sell for $300 on FB. "Authentic rare Texas ice".
And then another neighbor showed that he had 2 snowballs in his deep freezer for $69 each.
It is tax time, and people gotta live, so I can see their point. I got a kick out of the post and had to share it myself on FB, so some of you may have seen my proof of this ridiculousness.
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People shoveled snow down here from their sidewalk only to put in a Yeti cooler
Ah! Perfect for this thread too. Something I hate! YETI apparel.
I asked my son a few months ago - WTH is "Yeti"? We were at a ball game and I knew I had seen that logo on hats, shirts, truck decals, etc....
He says "it's a cooler, dad". I'm like, huh? I'm lost. A drink? Like a wine cooler or something?
No - like an Igloo cooler but "cooler". I'm like huh? A cooler you put ice and beer in and sheet? He says yes.
So now I'm all rage. Idiots wear freaking hats and shirts and decals on their trucks all for a lame azz cooler? What am I missing? That's pretty much it, he says.
Of all damn things to buy gear for - a damn cooler? I like Arm & Hammer baking soda. It has many good uses. Shall I get an Arm & Hammer logo on a baseball hat?
Sometimes I want to be Moe and the rest of society needs to line up like Larry and Curly.
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Well based on European soccer jerseys and what happened to NASCAR cars, commercialization and mass-marketing in the strangest ways are the norm now.
People walk around with the buccees beaver all over their bodies, I guess I don't see anything wrong with the Yeti brand.
If it goes as far as tattoos that's when I start raising an eyebrow. Probably happens, too, though, since people are dumb.
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You have a future in porn stories.
Of course at our age, whatever calling we may have missed is simply a missed calling.
hah, he also has a colorful past with porn stories!
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Ah! Perfect for this thread too. Something I hate! YETI apparel.
I asked my son a few months ago - WTH is "Yeti"? We were at a ball game and I knew I had seen that logo on hats, shirts, truck decals, etc....
He says "it's a cooler, dad". I'm like, huh? I'm lost. A drink? Like a wine cooler or something?
No - like an Igloo cooler but "cooler". I'm like huh? A cooler you put ice and beer in and sheet? He says yes.
In the folklore of Nepal, the Yeti or Abominable Snowman is an ape-like entity, taller than an average human, that is said to inhabit the Himalayan region of Nepal, Bhutan, and Tibet. The names Yeti and Meh-Teh are commonly used by the people indigenous to the region, and are part of their history and mythology.
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Sometimes... when I'm in Costco, milling around with the missus, I'll see they put out two tables of fleece jackets. The fleece jackets on the two tables are exactly alike except that one is four times the price of the other. The more expensive one is North Face.
I think. I think that's the name.
The most galling attribute of this North Face apparel is that their brand name is on the left shoulder instead of the right chest.
Sometimes when I'm up at the high school for some athletic booster event, I'll see mothers in this North Face apparel. We're not rich people in my neighborhood. We're middle class. Why people want to spend four times more on a fleece jacket troubles me. It always occurs to me they could buy the lesser expensive one and put the difference somewheres a tad more sensible or even noble.
But what the hey. It's their money. If they want to wipe their butts with it, it's their prerogative.
Just don't expect me to climb up on that bandwagon.
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In the folklore of Nepal, the Yeti or Abominable Snowman is an ape-like entity, taller than an average human...
I believe they're called Big Foot in the American Northwest and Sasquatch in Canada.
Down here we call 'em offensive tackles.
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You know what I hate? Color-coded maps without legends.
I just looked at the wikipedia page for big foot and there's a map of sightings that shows North America in various shades of lavender and blue, but there's no identification of what each color means.
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Yeti has become a "lifestyle" brand. Early on, offshore fisher folk used the coolers to store their ice for icing down their catch, for many days on their offshore fishing excursions. They're very, VERY expensive coolers, so it became a sign of "prestige" amongst these fisher folk to own one of these expensive Yeti coolers, and wear clothing branded as such. Not unlike the "Salt Life" brand of apparel, or the "Costa" brand of sunglasses and apparel. It's basically for wealthy rednecks to show off to one another, or to show up less wealthy rednecks, or something.
Yeti is an Austin-based company, so the brand is also popular amongst those who like to push the "wear local" type of lifestyle.
I do not own any Yeti apparel or any Yeti coolers, but I do own a 20 oz Yeti vacuum-sealed steel cup, which does a nice job of keeping beer cold for FAR longer than I'd ever want or need it to stay cold.
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New hate-rant.
When people either steal your lunch at work or throw away your lunch without any warning.
If it ain't yours, don't fricken TOUCH it, AT ALL! Unless it's growing mold and has obviously been in there longer than 2 weeks.
Yet my perfectly fine container filled with delicious pulled pork got tossed this morning by some co-irker, even though it literally has been in the fridge for less than 48 hours. If that person wasn't also the ONLY HR Person for the entire company, I'd be damn sure to file a complaint.
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I'd never even heard of such a thing as stealing lunches out of a work fridge, until I read a lengthy and humorous post on Hornfans years ago, about the "BBQ Bandit" who was a repeat offender, and tended to like to steal BBQ above anything else.
Seems awfully weird to me-- I have no desire even to touch the outside of a well-sealed bag containing food items that someone else has prepared or already eaten a portion of. It bothers me just having to move someone's items out of the way to retrieve mine if it's been pushed to the back of the breakroom refrigerator. We have cleaning crews that clear out the fridge on Fridays every other week, and beyond that I've never had any personal experience with anyone at work touching another person's lunch. People are weird.
Anyway if you know who it is but can't take the complaint to HR (because it's HR), then I think you should start stealing that person's lunch and tossing it out. They'll get the message PDQ.
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I'd never even heard of such a thing as stealing lunches out of a work fridge, until I read a lengthy and humorous post on Hornfans years ago, about the "BBQ Bandit" who was a repeat offender, and tended to like to steal BBQ above anything else.
Seems awfully weird to me-- I have no desire even to touch the outside of a well-sealed bag containing food items that someone else has prepared or already eaten a portion of. It bothers me just having to move someone's items out of the way to retrieve mine if it's been pushed to the back of the breakroom refrigerator. We have cleaning crews that clear out the fridge on Fridays every other week, and beyond that I've never had any personal experience with anyone at work touching another person's lunch. People are weird.
Anyway if you know who it is but can't take the complaint to HR (because it's HR), then I think you should start stealing that person's lunch and tossing it out. They'll get the message PDQ.
Absolutely no way to that suggestion, this person is also very pregnant.
If I have learned ANYTHING about pregnant women, it's that you don't mess with their food.
However, if that were not the case, that would be a very worthy suggestion. I'm going to casually ask her if she will give me a heads up next time she is doing a clean out so I can be sure to grab my items beforehand. She must have done it at 9am this morning for some reason, this was the first time my food has gotten tossed like that.
Although someone DID take two of my frozen burritos from the freezer in December, but I doubt that was her. That was probably the people who stay later in the other dept and use our kitchen, but it makes me want to put a camera in there after all this happening in less than 2 months time frame. *sigh*
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Trashing my lunch? Woo I would have a hard time with that one...
Well it's a great day.... for me to whoop somebody's ass....
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Also, it hasn't even been just this place, but usually in the larger companies I have worked for, people keep mini fridges in their offices and I can totally see why since it happens at most places I've worked. I will say these events haven't happened often at this place, but I tend to get butthurt when people mess with my food like that. It's just not right at all.
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Yeti has become a "lifestyle" brand. Early on, offshore fisher folk used the coolers to store their ice for icing down their catch, for many days on their offshore fishing excursions. They're very, VERY expensive coolers, so it became a sign of "prestige" amongst these fisher folk to own one of these expensive Yeti coolers, and wear clothing branded as such. Not unlike the "Salt Life" brand of apparel, or the "Costa" brand of sunglasses and apparel. It's basically for wealthy rednecks to show off to one another, or to show up less wealthy rednecks, or something.
You sound a bit like Droog there. In other words, kind of like Mr. Peabody lecturing Sherman. Not that there's anything wrong with that - except that it's not your job. It's Mr. Tulip's. Did he send you a text message saying he would be out town and you needed to explain things to people in his absence?
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I bring a nice salad to work three or five days a week. I put it in the office fridge at 7:30 and get it out at 11:30. No problem, mon.
If I get a call and somebody says, "Hey I just got into town, come have lunch with me," I give up all claims to my lunch and I feel no remorse if it's disappeared by the next morning when it's time to put my next lunch in the fridge.
It's all about windows, IMO. Stay in your window and everything's cool. Deviate unexpectedly and stuff jumps sideways.
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You people work?
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New hate-rant.
If it ain't yours, don't fricken TOUCH it, AT ALL!
I feel the ed zach say way about my golf ball.
I don't care how long it appears it's been there. If it's not yours, don't touch it.
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Trashing my lunch? Woo I would have a hard time with that one...
Well it's a great day.... for me to whoop somebody's ass....
I work in an office of around 20 folks. Yes, someone has to be charged with cleaning out the fridge once or twice a month.
Some folks just don't pay attention.
Since whoopin someone's ass usually lends to more trouble in HR than the lunch is worth, there is a company policy that continues to change and updated via email.
I find humor and get much enjoyment from these emails and their cause.
I'm more on Charley's plain. I keep it simple and if things get out of whack, I don't get my undies in a bind and cause another silly email.
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You people work?
we are young
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I use a soft pack Yeti cooler which I use regularly (particularly useful for all day hikes/fishing trips), and have a travel mug (great products) but would never decide to display their stickers or other apparel. It makes me think of 'that guy' who has a Nike swoosh tattoo. I remember a pick up basketball game, and the guy came back to the court with his bag of lunch and my brother was talking smack, and asked him why he doesn't get a 'Burger King' tattoo.
Brands and branding are a funny thing.
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hah, he also has a colorful past with porn stories!
And French Lesbians. And pantyhose. He likes those.
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You know, I never given this more than a passing thought before and I certainly never put it into words but I think the jarring, galling culture shock of northerners moving to Texas the first time they came in droves was the difference in humor.
Us Texans possibly much like Okies or Coonasses, believe in understatements, hyperboles and long drawn out tales that are maddening journeys with little anti-climitac groaners for the punch line.
Then these yahoos come down here and they don’t get any of that stuff. They listen earnestly and say, “aw jeez.” To them the height of humor was a snarky comment delivered like a straight face like a whiney bitch. To which we’d think, “where’s my knife? I’m sticking this bastard.”
It probably took 20 years for Texans and yankees to learn how to communicate. Probably even longer if a marriage took place.
Yep
Hemingway came from Chicago and Faulkner came from a small town in Mississippi.
Was there a conversation between them? I know they were contemporaries. Someone could have gotten shot, had an extended visit occurred, and I couldn't guess whether it would be a suicide or a homicide.
Anyway, those two guys are about as opposite as you can get on the spectrum of short declarative take it or leave it north type statements VS colorful rambling long way around the barn and would you ever get back to the point oh wait I got it that was kind of clever south type discursive descriptions.
I enjoy Faulkner talk more, as a rule, when I'm in a deadline free state, and feel like bathing richly in the mental meanderings of reflection, and in the uncertainties and double entendres of life's pathways, and in the mysterious meanings of actions of others we know and sometimes love ... BUT when I'm pressed and need answers and the frickin bus, train or plane is about to leave then just give me the facts jack and Hemingway wins.
Maybe that's why I'm enjoying Maryland, which is a tweener state, having been born and raised in Oklahoma, another tweener state. Neither of those places can really make up their mind whether they're north or south. So you get both.
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And French Lesbians. And pantyhose. He likes those.
and the oriental chicks down the street at the lunch spot - Thai, Korean, Filipino, Vietnamese? can't recall
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I have a Yeti 20oz tumbler and a can koozie
gifts from vendors - trying to impress me
I use the tumbler occasionally when drinking gin or vodka on the golf course - mostly drink bud fat
never use the can koozie - can't imagine nursing a can of beer that long
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and the oriental chicks down the street at the lunch spot - Thai, Korean, Filipino, Vietnamese? can't recall
WTF is wrong with your memory?
Cuz Fred,
How is your memory doing? Same question to the Hookster.
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There's doods on my dock that have Yeti coolers. They like to brag that they can hold ice all weekend.
For $400, you can buy a shit ton of ice. And even with a Yeti, you still gotta buy the f'ing ice. It's not like the thing makes its own.
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Ironically, I prefer Hemmingway to Faulkner and I can’t stand dawdlers. Guess I can dish it out but I can’t take it.
So I’m watching the Winter Olympics and can’t help but wondering if Pepsi paid South Korea to incorporate their logo into their flag. Of vice versa. Or do they share a hateful kinship like A&M and the Seahawks.
Thai girls. The inscrutably mysterious Thai daughters of the old dude who owned Wok n Roll.
I miss that place. Health Department closed it down about the time they opened a branch in ABIA.
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WTF is wrong with your memory?
Cuz Fred,
How is your memory doing? Same question to the Hookster.
probably not too much wrong with my memory for my age and the alcohol abuse
besides, ladies of all those nationalities are sexy as heck
and I'm always caught up in the yarn of the story
do you recall?
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There's doods on my dock that have Yeti coolers. They like to brag that they can hold ice all weekend.
For $400, you can buy a shit ton of ice. And even with a Yeti, you still gotta buy the f'ing ice. It's not like the thing makes its own.
yup, the only reason to pay the difference is if you are out to sea or away from civilization long enough (days, weeks) that you can't purchase more ice
besides, the knockoffs at walmart perform at the same level
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Thai girls. The inscrutably mysterious Thai daughters of the old dude who owned Wok n Roll.
I miss that place. Health Department closed it down about the time they opened a branch in ABIA.
see, I listed the Thai girls first, just wasn't as confident as I'd like to be
if y'all would have held a cyber gun to my head and asked me to pick, I would have said Thai
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who needs a cooler
its a proven fact that warm beer gets you just as drunk as cold beer
I know cause Ive tested it several times
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I like both Steinbeck and Faulkner, but when it comes to them and their contemporaries, I'm an F. Scott Fitzgerald fan all the way.
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who needs a cooler
its a proven fact that warm beer gets you just as drunk as cold beer
I know cause Ive tested it several times
I'm 3/4 German
drink it warm summer and winter
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You know, they don't actually drink "warm" beer in Europe.
Although I suppose I could understand why a golderned Iowa yankee would consider 50-55 degrees to be warm...
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probably not too much wrong with my memory for my age and the alcohol abuse
besides, ladies of all those nationalities are sexy as heck
and I'm always caught up in the yarn of the story
do you recall?
I was just joshing. I'm with you.
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You know, they don't actually drink "warm" beer in Europe.
Although I suppose I could understand why a golderned Iowa yankee would consider 50-55 degrees to be warm...
2 freakin degrees below zero here this morning and fresh snow on the driveway
not enough for the snowblower, but it's gotta be pushed off
you know what I hate?
driving on top of the snow on the driveway and leaving tracks that will be there until some melting removes them. Like my driveway nice and clean!
and I'm keeping my regular Saturday morning schedule of going to the bar for a frosty schooner of macrobrew
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I hate the same thing about this snow lately. It's been every damn day this week. And yes, I have tracks, and a very messy garage floor. I hate messes.
I just hosed out the damn thing two weeks ago and it looks like it's never been touched.
I HATE that.
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well, with the below zero temps the snow is very light and fluffy. A leaf blower would have worked perfectly.
I need one of those if any of you are wondering about a gift for old Fearless
with the bright sunshine this morning the snow is prettier than usual, but as the season grows longer it tougher to appreciate the beauty
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No snow at my house. Driveway is always nice and clean. Garage floor, too.
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I was on a business trip in Scottsbluff, Nebraska and it had snowed most of the night
the next morning although it was not snowing the 20 mph wind was blowing the powdery snow over the street
it looked like a big white ocean and you could not see where the street began or ended and
could not tell where the edge of the street was
so there we sat in the car until a local came by in an old beat up truck
when he passed us we swung in behind him and followed him until we got to our destination
why would anyone want to live where it snows all the time
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alright... here is something i truly hate...
finding out you've been doing something the hard way your entire life.
this is magic:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5lOFS_94SE
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why would anyone want to live where it snows all the time
I don't think anyone wants to
most of us are doing something on a daily basis that we don't want to
and it doesn't snow in Scottsbluff ALL the time, just seems that way from Xmas until march 1st
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so there we sat in the car until a local came by in an old beat up truck
when he passed us we swung in behind him and followed him until we got to our destination
WAY smarter than most folks from south of the mason/dixon
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Turn that frown, upside down. Just think of it as, finally getting a tip to make something EASIER.
You're welcome.
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WAY smarter than most folks from south of the mason/dixon
one funny thing ahile in Scottsbluff
we were about to pull into a parking space at our motel and right at the last second
another car whips into it in front of us
after we pronounced him an a-hole we looked at his license plate and
it said Texas
we just laughed
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I don't think anyone wants to
most of us are doing something on a daily basis that we don't want to
and it doesn't snow in Scottsbluff ALL the time, just seems that way from Xmas until march 1st
Nope, don't want to, and in a few more years I won't. I've come to hate Illinois and Chicago for many reasons that don't have to do with weather too, but that's not a conversation for THIS board. Maybe the other one down to the South of the main page...
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Nope, don't want to, and in a few more years I won't. I've come to hate Illinois and Chicago for many reasons that don't have to do with weather too, but that's not a conversation for THIS board. Maybe the other one down to the South of the main page...
I just stumbled across that joint a week ago, never really noticed it before.
I found it strange and a little bit terrifying.
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one funny thing ahile in Scottsbluff
we were about to pull into a parking space at our motel and right at the last second
another car whips into it in front of us
after we pronounced him an a-hole we looked at his license plate and
it said Texas
we just laughed
I’ve had similar experiences in San Francisco, Las Vegas, Puerto Vallarta, and New Orleans. Probably other places too that aren’t such ready memories.
On one hand I hate people from other states who hate Texans and seem repulsed by me when I admit I’m from Texas.
On the other hand, I hate Texans too - at least a lot of them. It seems like its an extension of their state pride to be the biggest a-hole in the place.
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Nope, don't want to, and in a few more years I won't. I've come to hate Illinois and Chicago for many reasons that don't have to do with weather too, but that's not a conversation for THIS board. Maybe the other one down to the South of the main page...
I'm moving to Austin in a few years, just to annoy utee
and well, to avoid sub-zero temps and snow
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It seems like its an extension of their state pride to be the biggest a-hole in the place.
I respect Texans for this. If yer gonna be the biggest a-hole, embrace it and be proud of it
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Thai girls. The inscrutably mysterious Thai daughters of the old dude who owned Wok n Roll.
I miss that place. Health Department closed it down about the time they opened a branch in ABIA.
what's your take on the North Korean Olympic cheerleaders?
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I try not ever hate people for things they can’t control, like color, race, gender, nationality, how tall or short they are, how attractive or ugly they are, how rich or poor they are.
To a large extent ones religion and politics are shaped by their upbringing too.
So I have no problem with pretty girls who happen to be from an adversarial country run by a dictator.
They’re pretty en masse but it’s hard to distinguish them as individuals. Kind of like a high school drill team or even a topless bar when you first walk in.
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I do like Anna Cappellini. Nice legs, cute ass, great smile, sassy disposition.
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I do like Anna Cappellini. Nice legs, cute ass, great smile, sassy disposition.
I'll stick with the downhill skiing gals
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I try not ever hate people for things they can’t control, like color, race, gender, nationality, how tall or short they are, how attractive or ugly they are, how rich or poor they are.
To a large extent ones religion and politics are shaped by their upbringing too.
generous and logical of you to not hate on us yanks, just because we were born in the snow belt
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I do like Anna Cappellini. Nice legs, cute ass, great smile, sassy disposition.
I've always liked skaters
and I've heard about this Italian Ice - haven't had the opportunity to slurp it
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what's your take on the North Korean Olympic cheerleaders?
(https://s.hdnux.com/photos/71/34/24/15058189/3/1024x1024.jpg)
Is America the only place that bought that bill of goods called diversity?
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Badge,
In answer to your question about memory loss, I wouldn’t say so, no. I kind of feel at height of my mental powers these days.
But then again I’ve never been one to remember material oriented items, like what family member bought mom that particular lamp or necklace, etc. So maybe my lifelong bar is set pretty low to begin with.
The one faculty I do seem to be losing as age sneaks up on me is hearing. And I have particular hearing troubles when it comes to family members particularly my sweet adorable and cute esposita adding a new request aka “honey do”. I just have trouble hearing on that particular frequency.
And even when I do, it often doesn’t stick with me, and so I guess that’s where the memory loss does come in
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I'm moving to Austin in a few years, just to annoy utee
and well, to avoid sub-zero temps and snow
Because Austin is the only place to avoid sub-zero temps and snow.
Just what Austin needs. Another lemming in a shiny metal box.
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hah, driving around and around in a bright Husker Red Chevy 4-wheel drive truck!!!
I'm a hilarious menace!
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I respect Texans for this. If yer gonna be the biggest a-hole, embrace it and be proud of it
I’m not sure I’d use the word “respect” here. More like “am amused by” or “am fascinated by” ... kind of like a visit to Ripley’s Believe it or Not
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hah, driving around and around in a bright Husker Red Chevy 4-wheel drive truck!!!
That's just it. There won't be any driving "around and around". Brake pedal meet foot. Foot meet brake pedal.
You'll soon realize the joke's not on Austin. The joke's on you for moving there.
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oh, I'll be doing plenty of braking each time I find a fancy Boss Mustang in my rear view mirror!
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The 8th wonder of the world = the magnetism of Austin TX
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I’m not sure I’d use the word “respect” here. More like “am amused by” or “am fascinated by” ... kind of like a visit to Ripley’s Believe it or Not
yes, "respect" is probably a bit much
but, "amused by" isn't enough in my opinion
Commend, appreciate, or applaud would fit better in my mind
although, I'm pretty sure I understand fully what you are inferring
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The 8th wonder of the world = the magnetism of Austin TX
I'm a small town dirt farmer - not much into magnets
I'd probably settle up north around Leander, Round Rock, Georgetown, Taylor
Somewhere off the beaten paved freeway near a decent golf course and a good BBQ joint
just like to annoy utee, but not enough to lose a kidney over the deal
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I'm a small town dirt farmer - not much into magnets
I'd probably settle up north around Leander, Round Rock, Georgetown, Taylor
Somewhere off the beaten paved freeway
Out towards Taylor will get you off the beaten path pretty quick - may get too rednecky for you in that die-rection.
Leander has been swallowed up. Keep going northwest. Round Rock may be ok for you. Georgetown is still nice but growing.
Marble Falls is nice if you have a bag of money and don't need to work.
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I don't care about the "rednecky" aspect of the Austin hinterlands, cos I tend to be a cultural chameleon and get along with folks wherever I am. But I do worry about the heat, and even up in the Hill Country it just gets too darned hot for me to want to spend summers in that part of the world.
I could see spending winters, falls and springs there though - easily. For me the Hill Country is the major draw of Austin. I do like the weirdness factor and 6th Street and the good live music and the overall progressive politics. But none of that would draw me like the Hill Country does. What did Jerry Jeff say about dancing naked in the Hill Country rain? I like his perspective.
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I don't care about the "rednecky" aspect of the Austin hinterlands, cos I tend to be a cultural chameleon and get along with folks wherever I am. But I do worry about the heat, and even up in the Hill Country it just gets too darned hot for me to want to spend summers in that part of the world.
I could see spending winters, falls and springs there though - easily. For me the Hill Country is the major draw of Austin. I do like the weirdness factor and 6th Street and the good live music and the overall progressive politics. But none of that would draw me like the Hill Country does. What did Jerry Jeff say about dancing naked in the Hill Country rain? I like his perspective.
The missus and I are working towards spending less & less time in the LCP part of the ATX & more & more time traveling to places in God ‘s green earth. You know... to savor DIVERSITY in climate, scenery, cusine, music, culture, people. The security of blandness is only a comfort for the scared & unimaginative.
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I just need an inexpensive place near a decent golf course, 18 holes is a must - mustang creek just won't do
Blackhawk isn't too expensive in Pflugerville
maybe Georgetown, heck I could end up in Killeen
I don't think it snows much in Dallas
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I just need an inexpensive place near a decent golf course, 18 holes is a must
Hill Country and inexpensive are two terms that refuse to co-exist any longer. Horseshoe Bay has a course near Marble Falls.
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I'll be looking for inexpensive courses near Arlington next week
going to visit the brother again
haven't seen nor heard from Shiner since the last time I was in Texas
didn't know I was that scary as a damn yankee
dial up some 70 degree sunshine if you can
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I will be in Cowtown for bidness next week, Frankie. Let's plan on dining.
Way up there in Baja Oklahoma, we will practically be in your backyard.
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sounds delightful
I'll try to remember to remove my cap
yes, way up north is 3 hours on I-35 I don't really care for - each way
btw, I have your business card in my desk drawer
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Y'all should meet at that Redneck Heaven joint. Right up Slick's alley....
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I went to a place in Vegas just upstairs from Wahlbangers called Redneck Riviera. Had a waitress that looked like an older version of Courtney Cox in”3000 Miles to Graceland” - all skinny and flirty and boob brushing. You know, brushing her boobs up against everyone and everything.
When she sashayed into the kitchen with her wriggly little butt, I said to my friends, “She looks like Courtney Cox only older,” they all thought hard and nodded.
Finally one ‘em says, “You know... Courtney Cox looks like Courtney Cox only older nowadays.”
I thought hard.
And nodded.
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Y'all should meet at that Redneck Heaven joint. Right up Slick's alley....
stopped in there a few weeks ago, looking for Shiner..........
won't be going back
didn't find Shiner and we sure as hell didn't find Courtney Cox
whoever that is
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I hate stupid warning labels.
Last week I stayed at the Residence Inn in the museum district of Fort Worth. My room had two or three fire sprinklers in the ceiling. Each one had a label next to it that showed a coat hanger in a circle with a line through it.
Am I the only person in America who has never had any inclination to hang my clothes from a fire sprinkler? Is it a common thing? Have people been doing this for years?
What the heck?
I never even thought about it. I never even imagined it.
Course, once the seed was planted... I had to fight the irresistible urge all week long.
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I love the one warning you not to feed the shampoo to you pet
and I was just going to do that
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I love the one warning you not to feed the shampoo to you pet
Wait.... so we're not supposed to feed our pets shampoo?!!!
Darn. Guess I'd better pick up some cat food on the way home.
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I hate stupid warning labels.
Last week I stayed at the Residence Inn in the museum district of Fort Worth. My room had two or three fire sprinklers in the ceiling. Each one had a label next to it that showed a coat hanger in a circle with a line through it.
Am I the only person in America who has never had any inclination to hang my clothes from a fire sprinkler? Is it a common thing? Have people been doing this for years?
What the heck?
I never even thought about it. I never even imagined it.
Course, once the seed was planted... I had to fight the irresistible urge all week long.
Fort Worth has a museum district?
Is that the same as the Stockyards District?
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Fort Worth has a museum district?
Is that the same as the Stockyards District?
Honestly, I do not know. Once I get so far up north that I'm in the 32nd parallel, I'm a stranger in a strange and frozen land. Fort Worth is more akin to your stomping grounds than mine.
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I visited the stockyards of Fort Worth last Thursday evening......
not for the stockyards aspect, at one time Sewer City was home to the world's largest stockyards
Was at the Fort Worth Top Golf along I-35W, decided to try to find a BBQ place nearby that had beef ribs. Cooper's at the stockyards had the Beef so wandered down there.
Enjoyed my beef rib w/o a cap on my head.
Ended up in the World's largest Honky Tonk called Billy Bob's. Quite a place.
Still have some shiny cowgirls in those parts on Thursday evenings. Ahhhh Whoooo!
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I'm glad you found your beef ribs. I knew that was gnawing on your brother.
If you're ever down in H-Town, you need to go to Burn's.
You remember the opening montage of The Flintstones when the sassy little waitress put a plate a ribs on the tray outside Fred's car window and his whole car tips over?
Yeah. Burns is like that.
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Louie Mueller in Taylor has a really good beef rib.
Stiles Switch has a very good beef rib, though sadly most of their other meats are less than stellar. But the beef rib is worth it.
Franklin beef ribs are delicious but what a hassle to get the food.
Not as many folks do beef ribs now as used to, they're just too expensive to procure, and take up too much room on the pit so they're also expensive to produce. Brisket is a much more cost effective meat, and pork butt even moreso.
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So the missus and I were in the HEB in Leander and my wife couldn't find the pork shoulder her trendy new recipe called for so I suggested she ask the butcher. She didn't want to but I insisted that's what they're there for. And why they have a button. So she pressed the button and a dude comes out. He's an old guy, a short guy and he's dressed like the scientist/surgeons in "The Re-Animator": full length coat, gloves, skull cap, facemask around his chin, glasses with lenses that look like the bottoms of Coke bottles. He's like, "What?.... uh... ma'am... Can I help you?" So my wife, being naturally cute, sweet and adorable takes about three minutes to shyly and coquettishly ask him if he has any pork shoulder by laying out the complete context of why she needs it, what's she's making, where she got the recipe, everything else that's in it and who told her about the recipe people. Dood is blinking and opening and closing his right hand this whole time like he wishes he had a meat clever.
Finally my wife finishes her delivery. Dude looks at her, looks at me and shakes his head like we had just asked him where HEB was. He audibly sighs and snorts simultaneous, pivots and strides. We're rushing to keep up.
He grabs a pork butt, hands it to my wife and says, "Here."
My wife looks at it, winces, sadly shakes her head and speaks very slowly like she's trying to trying to make friends with the Elephant Man, and says, "This says 'pork butt.' I need 'pork shoulder.'"
Butcher says, "It's the same thing."
We step backwards and simultaneously, we try to say, "uh... wait... uh..." but he's gone. He left right in front of us as we were stammering. The butcher had left the floor.
So we learned that. In the arbitrary anatomy of butchers there is no difference between a butt and shoulder.
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so the next time an Astros starting pitcher cant go because of a sore shoulder we know thats code and that he really has a sore butt
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Hmm.... and by the same way of thinking, Mr. 320, I ought to be able to ask the missus if it'd be all right if I tap her shoulder.
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Butcher says, "It's the same thing."
We step backwards and simultaneously, we try to say, "uh... wait... uh..." but he's gone. He left right in front of us as we were stammering. The butcher had left the floor.
So we learned that. In the arbitrary anatomy of butchers there is no difference between a butt and shoulder.
Know how I know you're not a BBQing kinda guy? :)
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Although to be fair, the pork butt (aka Boston butt) is really only part of the shoulder. There's some meat below that cut closer to the (front) leg bone, that's often referred to simply as the shoulder.
And then there's the picnic roast or picnic shoulder, which is lower down and typically includes part of the leg bone in it.
So it's actually pretty easy to be confused.
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Know how I know you're not a BBQing kinda guy? :)
I grill. I ain't got time to barbecue.
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Well that's an awfully sad thing for a native Texican to say. :'(
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I'm a 21st Century man. I'm more George Jetson or Duck Dodgers than Sam Houston or LBJ.
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I just can't even imagine having to settle for regular store-bought BBQ. Even the very best, isn't as good as what you can do in your own backyard. That saddens me on your behalf, my friend.
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I grew up as a meat, cheese, bread, gravy guy but I have evolved into a fruit, vegetable and nut guy augmented by lean grilled meats of all varieties.
I eat fruits and vegetables I did not even know existed ten years ago.
But I'm probably motivated, at least in part, by desperate vanity.
I looked 18 until I was 40. Then all of a sudden all my decades of hard living started manifesting themselves in my life, in my body and on my face. So I started fighting back.
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Salad is what food eats.
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I'm glad you found your beef ribs. I knew that was gnawing on your brother.
If you're ever down in H-Town, you need to go to Burn's.
You remember the opening montage of The Flintstones when the sassy little waitress put a plate a ribs on the tray outside Fred's car window and his whole car tips over?
Yeah. Burns is like that.
only been to H-town once, about 30 years ago
not planning on going back, but I'll put Burns on the list
thanks
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Louie Mueller in Taylor has a really good beef rib. Yes Sir, that was the pic I showed Charley wearing my cap.
Stiles Switch has a very good beef rib, though sadly most of their other meats are less than stellar. But the beef rib is worth it. I'll try that one next time
Franklin beef ribs are delicious but what a hassle to get the food.
Not as many folks do beef ribs now as used to, they're just too expensive to procure, and take up too much room on the pit so they're also expensive to produce. Brisket is a much more cost effective meat, and pork butt even moreso.
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I grill. I ain't got time to barbecue.
golfers have the same problem
if I have 5-6 hours, I'm going to the golf course, not checking on a pork butt
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Just one more reason I'll never golf, it would take me away from BBQ and lake time.
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I enjoy the hell out of my delightful family but they are invariably an obligation too.
My hobbies - as they have been to greater & lesser degrees, for 40 years now - are reading books & enjoying the company of women.
You can spend as much or as little time as you wish on either. If one doesn’t intrigue you, you can find another. You can read a woman for years on end and learn an ocean of insight.
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unfortunately, I don't have the tolerance for drama and bullshit to spend as much time as I should with women
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I grew up as a meat, cheese, bread, gravy guy but I have evolved into a fruit, vegetable and nut guy augmented by lean grilled meats of all varieties.
I eat fruits and vegetables I did not even know existed ten years ago.
But I'm probably motivated, at least in part, by desperate vanity.
I looked 18 until I was 40. Then all of a sudden all my decades of hard living started manifesting themselves in my life, in my body and on my face. So I started fighting back.
You know what I hate????
getting old
it's hell
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Its at this point that I just want to remind everyone that when Mozart was my age he had been dead for 40 years
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unfortunately, I don't have the tolerance for drama and bullshit to spend as much time as I should with women
I hear guys say stuff like this and it puzzles me. All I can say is, I've never had to deal with any of that with my i s c & a aggie wife.
Sounds like some of you are just really bad at picking women...
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never met a woman that wasn't full of drama and BS
perhaps you don't know what it smells like ;)
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Yeah... like I said... some of you dolts are just really, really bad at picking women. :88:
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and some of you are incredibly lucky
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I agree with Junior, Frankie. It can be avoided. You just have to do a better job of screening them because there are certain habits and qualities that correlate to drama and BS.
If she wears a lot of makeup, she’s probably high maintenance.
If she is on the large side she probably has no self-control, hates herself and blames anyone and everyone else for her misery.
If she has an unnatural hatred for or affection for her mom, she’s crazy and so is her mom. Stay away.
Barring those three things, it should be okay for you to venture a date or two.
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Here’s something else I’ve learned over the years... every male/female relationship has 30 months of passion.
You can burn it up quicker than that or you can pace yourself. Plan for a marathon. Keep it simmering, always simmering. Never let it boil. If you let boil, you’ll use it all up and end up in a passionless relationship or with an ex who hates you.
Get as many women as you can, keep them all simmering simultaneously. You ain’t cheating if it ain’t boiling.
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so, 30 months of boiling or 30 years of simmering?
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Ed zachary
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"... show me the most beautiful woman in the world and i'll show you a man who's tired of her shit..."
... jus sayin...
but... I like the 'simmerin' thing... at first processing, it seems about right. I'd prefer the 30 months of wide open over the 30 years of put-put.... just my preference.
"... I'd rather BURN OUT, than fade away..."
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yup, and it's okay for us to venture a date or two while boiling
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Boiling isn't a bad thing. But it can prevent you from figuring out the things you need to figure out, in order to find someone that you can live with for the long haul.
I dated a lot of batsh*t crazy before I dated my i s c & a aggie wife. There was the girl who stole all my stuff for two years, finally gave it back the night I pulled a utee on her, and then tried to hook up with me a couple years later after she'd married a cop.
There was the girl who was a practicing wiccan and tried to cast a fertility spell on me while we were dating.
There was the girl who cheated on me with my best friend, broke up with me to be with him, and then cheated on him with me.
There were two different vegans who tried to convert me to their ways. One of them finally got mad enough at me that she threw my Conan's pizza with extra pepperoni on the ground. That was the end of that, I can assure you.
Those were all girls for dating. They were not girls for marrying, but it took time to discover that. It's all about the choices we make. And when things are boiling, decision-making can be compromised and bad choices can result.
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I applaud and envy those men that find and keep a "good" woman
some say it's not too late for me, but I don't agree
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batshit crazy is fun- until the crazy turns toward you...
my brother, whom i rarely agree with, did something to a gal i thought detestable- until.... anyway, he went to Disney with this lady, but showed up earlier than the condo would allow- so they decided to go get groceries while they waited.. once in the grocery store, she went off on him.... he left her there and drove all the way home (12 hours) and never spoke to her again.
i thought that thin skinned and rude.... until:
i took a gal to St Croix.. and she went off on me on a resorts beach with all these people watching... for ten solid minutes she screamed at me with her mouth not an inch from my head... so.. when she stopped to catch her breath, I got up and informed her 'she better go with me to the airport to get her own rental car, as the one we had is in my name and "i'm turning it in" '... she just sat back down... i stopped by the house to pick up my two cases of cruzan rum cream, and went to the airport... i paid $1500 for the next bird out of there- and was in Atlanta within a few hours... home within 12... never saw that crazy bimbo again- though we had some great times, she was drama... i knew that to begin with. and knowing that, knew there was limited future- and wasn't the least bit upset over the ordeal (except for that $1500)...
i saw where my older brother was coming from, then, and held nothing against him for that incident of his.
lesson learned is: some are for fun, some are to be left alone entirely, and some are the ones you put on the shelf like a fine bottle of bourbon to be saved for better times. My current wife is the latter, that finally came off the shelf six years ago. Dating her, I knew where it would head from the beginning- so i avoided it until i couldn't anymore.
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My my, hey hey ... it's better to burn out, than to fade away
Well as much as I appreciated the Neil Young quote from Drewski, my opinion runs more along the lines of a recent U2 song, which says
Love and love is all we have left
The only thing that can be kept
Love is all we have left
So, what gravitated me toward the woman who became my wife, and really my life, is not that she's beautiful, even though by any measure she is, and not because she's brainy, even though she carried the flag in her K-12 classes in Argentina (which the top student in the class does there), is that we have the same sense of humor. We laugh at the same jokes, have an overall similar philosophy of life, have the same sense of humor, see politics roughly the same, laugh at the same jokes, see religion more or less the same, and, oh yeah, we laugh together. At the same stuff.
First date. The movie was My Life as a Dog which is a Swedish drama about a 12 year old boy who has rotten luck, but keeps telling himself it could be worse, he could be Laika, the poor dog who died when the Soviets sent her into space in Sputnik 2.
We both laughed a lot during this movie. And we noticed that no one else was laughing quite a few times when we were, and honestly some of it was even uncontrolled laughter on both our parts. I think it was then we knew we were right for each other. The rest (5 years of dating, family acceptance across some pretty high cultural barriers on both sides, marriage into the Catholic church even though I grew up protestant, etc) was just a big oh yeah sure we can manage all that. Because we laugh together.
And we still do. I'm just off the phone from her after another 40 min conversation while I was in the car, via bluetooth.
So, forget all the other factors, in my opinion - if you like the same stuff, get the same joke, laugh together when others are kind of scratching their heads and saying sure whatever floats your boat, now, then you'll still be doing it 30 years later.
My 2 cents
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It does make sense, Cousin Fred, that you'd relate so closely to a communist dog.
:)
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Which brings me to another "You Know What I Hate?"
You know what I hate?
I hate seeing some of my friends, on social media, reduce themselves to identity politics yammering about this most recent thing or that most recent thing. Most of them, I'd expect to be way smarter than succumbing to whatever talking points "their side" chooses to push this week, or month, or year. Yet they do it anyway.
Before all the democrats were affronted by Trump's fascism or whatever their demagogues have instructed them to label it, it was the republicans that were affronted by Obama's socialism or whatever their demagogues had instructed them to label it.
Neither of those parties represents even a fraction of my beliefs, and I'm affronted by all of their complete buffoonery. But I sure don't yap about it on social media. They can all go suck a duck, I say.
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It does make sense, Cousin Fred, that you'd relate so closely to a communist dog.
:)
Ha! I bare my soul and this is what I get back. I tell ya I get no respect.
This porch can be a rough place, but it could be worse. I could be Laika in a capsule, hurtling through empty space toward my death, all alone ...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYYRH4apXDo
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you do realize, @utee94 (https://www.cfb51.com/index.php?action=profile;u=15) , that the term 'identity politics' is nothing more than a term injected by either side when they want to disarm people and undermine their position, and nothing more, right? :57:
in all seriousness, though, there is but one group that is benefiting from the chasm between ideologies, and that's the media and entertainment industry. and yeah, they're the same group so i didn't say 'two groups'. the division isn't good, and the chasm is only for fools to fall into anyway.
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Identity politics is an unfortunate label to be sure, but sadly, an apt one. I have no idea why smart people allow themselves to be wrapped up in theater, rather than critical thinking.
#sad
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What scares the hell out of me is the dogma being spewed forth by university profs to their students
and this even extends to high school
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My karma ran over your dogma.
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I liked Cousin Fred's post.
Having worked in Government for over 30 years, I have come to believe most politics are about sleight of hand.
Let's say you feel really strongly about issue X so you support a candidate or a party that seems to be just as passionate about that issue as you are.
But are they?
Odds are, if elected, they won't do much if anything to address or resolve issue X because as long as it is an issue and they have compelling rhetoric, they have your vote and the vote of others who share your concerns.
Instead they'll bring up issue Z to lure more gullible voters because they really don't care about any of the issues they pretend they care about.
They really about protecting the very narrow interests of their biggest donors.
Sorry.
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My karma ran over your dogma.
well the thing about karma is it will sometimes bite you in the ass
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I hate politics
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I hate politics
Building on that, I hate lame attempts to bait people into meaningless political arguments
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I hate beets
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i do actually HATE something... I really hate it... and it's akin to politics and staring me in the face right now...
taxes. i despise them. it's not enough that everything you buy is taxed, and after already being taxed several times in the raw material all the way to production phase, and then the funds you use to purchase are taxed as income, and.... on and on.... it's complicated with layers and layers of complexity, with each deduction buried just deep enough to make you question whether it's worth diving for... and it is... because, if nothing else, EF THEM- that's why.
then comes the puzzling items... and this i just don't get... if i paid too much in taxes i get a return... one from the state of from the feds... the feds, the following year, tax my state return from the prior year as income, and the state taxes my federal as income... taxes i overpaid they tax. they cut a check and send it to me, and i get to figure out how much taxes to pay on it... it's income, okay, i guess i can make that leap, but.... it's being sent from each respective tax organization, so why can't they account for taxes off the tax overpayment i made and send me that?
why do they offer a deduction? being basically suspicious of free money, i questioned that the first time i ever did taxes other than an EZ form, and guess what? I've NEVER came short of at least DOUBLING the 'standard deduction'..... which is to say that thing is implemented, i'm certain, to lure the lazy or the dumb... or the dumb lazy...
and another: why are there 97k pages to the federal tax code alone?
if i had million or billions, i too could hire a legion of tax attorney's to find every loop hole in the mess, and come out with a return large enough to pay for that legion of tax attorney's- which is the REAL reason why there are 97k pages- to hide loopholes...
i'm going to do the same thing i've done for the past ten years starting this weekend- i'm going to get drunk on homemade booze and giggle about revenuers whilst i do my annual civil duty of taxes... but i ain't gonna make it easy on them no i'm not... i can't recall the last time my completed taxes were less than 175 pages.
i HATE taxes....
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Just going to say that women are not the ONLY imperfect humans on the planet.
Men have their own set of issues, even if it doesn't fall under the category of "being dramatic". They can also be deadbeats, manipulators, abusers, and outright aggressive on their own without being provoked by a female. Think about which gender is carrying out the majority of these mass murders happening on a monthly basis....
But yeah, I can agree there are signs that you are with someone that is not a keeper for sure - on either side of the gender scale.
It's a very special thing to find someone you are willing to commit to for life (flaws and all), and even more special when it happens without one reaching the breaking point. The "till death" part of the vows seems to be disregarded with as many asterisks & exceptions as there are tax code loopholes, so it's admirable to me when couples can make it last for generations.
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Hey Erin, tell us the red flags that send wom3n scurrying away from men.
I’ve always wondered why so many women seem to prefer losers who treat them like crap over nice guys with good jobs who treat them with respect.
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Hey Erin, tell us the red flags that send wom3n scurrying away from men.
I’ve always wondered why so many women seem to prefer losers who treat them like crap over nice guys with good jobs who treat them with respect.
Well red flags can sometimes be buried under very careful behavior, so sometimes they aren't just waving up in the air for all to see.
I'm thinking of scam artists and those with double-lives, which are the most awful traps to get involved with, who are particularly clever about disguising their flaws. If anyone is into Podcasts, there was one from last fall called "Dirty John" that was very intriguing, and the family even had a Dateline episode about it, involving a man that was very good at convincing his wife to ignore the "red flags" and somehow had her under his thumb even when her other family members raised concerns about him. Listening to it, I couldn't believe how the woman could keep letting him into her life, but there are many women who just want to be taken care of, are extremely trusting/forgiving, and are convinced they can "fix" someone's flaws if the feeling of "true love" is in the picture. Humans are very complex creatures.
But personally, there are red flags that would be tough for me to overlook. Some are materialistic, and some are behavioral, with some more concerning than others. Extreme jealousy, short-temper or easily angered, not having a job that lasted more than a month or just a very unstable work history, has a criminal record specific to assault or domestic violence, no credit or asks if you would buy something for him with your own credit, belittles or insults other people regularly. It's not necessarily as easy to recognize some of these as it is for a woman who "wears a lot of makeup" or has too much fat on her body.
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...It's not necessarily as easy to recognize some of these as it is for a woman who "wears a lot of much makeup" or has too much fat on her body.
Thank you for that thoughtful, intelligent and insightful answer, Erin.
As to your above-quoted paraphase of my warning signs, you do realize I have to oversimplify things for the masses online here. Right? This is like the only place in the world where I talk to 6 year-olds lest I get into a flame war with morons extrapolating strawmen.
Tell me this - do you think ii is a wariness of clever, duplicitous con men that make so many women fall for the guy who’s dumb as a stump?
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Perhaps its true for some, but dumb people can be just as harmful as clever, manipulative people. You can't really know everything about anyone, even your own spouse, parents or kids. Such is the excitement of human relationships, and that's why I'm an accountant by profession. One could spend their whole lives analyzing and trying to figure out human behavior, instinct, and correlations, and never even come close to a solution. With numbers, there's always a solution/resolution. Working with numbers rather than people is just more sensible for me, haha.
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Hey Erin, tell us the red flags that send wom3n scurrying away from men.
I’ve always wondered why so many women seem to prefer losers who treat them like crap over nice guys with good jobs who treat them with respect.
I'm not the nicest guy, don't have the best job, and may not show as much respect to some women as I should, but I feel I'm well above average in every category.
and yet, good women scurry away from me.
crazy women and women that are drunk seem to like me
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I agree, let's turn everything over to women. I tired of new stuff getting invented. Enough already.
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I gotta say this page of this thread is golden. Quite glad Erin showed up to provide some insight.
And Erin-- on average, men are babies. Children. At best adolescents, which is probably actually worse than babies or children when I think about it.
Honestly it's a wonder anyone ever hooks up at all. Just a matter of hormones I suppose.
Which simply reinforces the point I tried to make again and again to my various vegan girlfriends years ago-- it's naive or even worse, incredibly arrogant and egocentric to imagine humans are anything more than the animals we cohabit this planet with. We're all part of the food chain. Imagining we're not, is doing a disservice to the natural order.
Which is precisely why eating BBQ is so very, very important to the station of humankind.
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or theres this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1ZJiBHh-Yw
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i love how everyone else is crazy....
my thoughts are we're all crazy. every single one of us. some of us are fortunate enough to have found a complimenting or compatible crazy and have surrounded ourselves with friends and family who are similar brands of crazy, and so we don't much notice just how crazy- as the basis for measure is skewed...
before un-throttled crazy vectored toward my position and in the case of my first wife, i was given slight insight to a mind i knew i would never come to treaty with- and it happened one night in the small hours. it wasn't for a couple more years the wheels came off the cart (and the axle broke, the drivetrain shattered and the .... ) with her, and i kept thinking back to this little insight the whole time, which was prior to "I do's" and at a point where i could have stopped the madness...
she was crying in the dark, laying on the other side of the bed... quietly but audibly. I asked her "what's wrong" and she said "nothing", and i pressed further "your ass wouldn't be crying in the dark in the middle of the night if there wasn't something wrong"... she finally shared.. She informed me she just became aware that her step father and mother had set up a college fund account for their grandchild and her nephew. I thought to myself "wha, tears of happiness?" so i said "that's great! very nice and thoughtful of them" just to have her explode on me. She said "What about me? Where is my college fund? Why is the grandchild so much more special than me? I deserve at least half of what they just gave him!!"...... i knew right then and there the bch was crazy in a dangerous way (sociopath possibly?) and straight up ignored it... until it manifest some years later and i said "see ya!'.
so... my brand of crazy is knowing what i'm dealing with and playing anyway...
my wife, now, is level headed and thorough- she isn't given to emotional reaction, and it counters my snap to judgement. i'm better with her than i am not, and it's the same for her in other ways. and that, i think, is the key- not only being that, but knowing that.
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Well said.
Like anyone, my i s c & a aggie wife and I don't always see eye-to-eye and we get in disagreements, but not any more than anyone else I know and have lived with. I probably had more arguments about living arrangements/expectations with my first college roommate than I ever have with my wife, and he was my best friend going back to grade school.
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I hate the off season
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oh hell, I'm proud to be a lunatic
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It’s better to argue as amicably possible about the small stuff and meet your mate halfway most of the time on the big stuff, than let it fester.
My parents never argued, then one day they just up and totally split. Came back together half a year later and things got mostly back to normal, but the cost on my brother and me was pretty huge. That whole era was pretty effed up, family wise.
My wife and I get mad at each other and we talk it out sometimes pretty heatedly, but we never go to bed mad (even if we have to stay up half the night) and don’t replay “the old tapes”. We truly just forget it. Cos none of it is ever really important. Particularly when you step back.
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I guess it takes me a while to process things. In a day or two I'll agree with Cousin Freddie and complement his commentary with an anecdote of my own, but today I'm inclined to respond to Drew's tax post.
When I got my first job my dad explained to me the difference between gross and net. He explained how the difference goes to play for our armed forces and with providing our service men and women with a few little perks after they served. Later I learned some of the other things my taxes pay for. The FDA immediately comes to mind as something I'm thankful for. I'm glad the government steps into make sure I'm not fed dangerous food or harmful drugs. So I don't begrudge taxes. God knows there's waste and things I don't always agree with but I'm happy to do my part.
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i don't mind one bit paying taxes- that's not the point... we live well, as American's, and i appreciate that enough to hand over earnings without a momentary pause. what i begrudge is the waste fraud and abuse- which i see first hand everyday. i begrudge the layers of complication that don't need to exist, which favors those with the resources to exploit them. i begrudge the politician who increases their net worth 'serving' the public and being paid with tax dollars, and when speaking of congressmen/women, that is an average of over 1000% a career. I begrudge taxes, once translated into federal public funds, being held over the head of states and municipalities in a quid pro quo, in effort to exact the will of a distant federal bureaucracy when the collection of those funds have no such strings attached nor the purpose for their collection having anything to do with the demands to qualify for expenditure....
but for the charters and purpose of state and federal government? I don't begrudge taxes one little bit- i'm more than happy to pay my way.
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I agree, Drew.
One of my pet peeves are those commercials where one person after another says, "I owed the IRS $27,000 so I called [insert name of advertiser] and he settled for $324. Thank you, [insert name of advertiser]!"
I hope this isn't too political and the last thing I want to do is stir a pot.
But isn't it funny how we're brainwashed to begrudge poor people on welfare, call them lazy and suspect them of being illegal aliens while we're supposed to appplaud people who weasel out of their tax obligation.
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i was once audited... my ex wife, whom filed jointly and the year of our divorce, had cashed out a stock w/o mentioning it (so it wasn't filed that year). $10k.
the IRS came full force demanding $4k in total taxes from that 1099 distribution- as if the distribution was pure profit or something falling out of the sky into my lap... of course i fought it, and after demonstrating the distribution was liquidating an original investment of over $11k (showing loss) they ended up adjusting my total tax bill that year and refunding me a bit over $300. Now had i not had the frame of mind to not hit the freak button, they'd have gotten me for $4k. A lot of people would have done that-especially with the agent i was dealing with that was a total abrasive jerk- operating far above their station so far as i'm concerned.
i once filed taxes incorrectly one year- and didn't catch the mistake until the following year while preparing, and realized i'd left over $1k on the table. good luck collecting that, right? that's what i was told.
so here is my issue, with those two items in mind: I (bold 'I') prepared my taxes in both instances. in both instances there were mistakes. in one instance, the gubber was shorted, and they were quick to respond. in the other, they were benefited, and short of filing an amended return and using an arbitrator to have that return corrected, i wasn't getting a penny of it. the question being begged, here, is: "if they know what your taxes should be, and they are in possession of all the documentation already and with the luxury of databases and profiles, why aren't we just billed?"... the answer to that is present, in my humble opinion, in the class action law suit settled by turbotaxes and HR Block, where they admitted to building the mechanisms of their tax applications with a heavy favor toward the government- it's a business- the government makes a mint off of folks not correctly filing their taxes, or who don't reach for the deductions they rate for fear of retribution. but for that lawsuit, i'd guess it just a complicated issue with no easy solution- but they (all parties) knew damn well while cooperating with each other and constructing those applications to ease tax preparation, what they were doing.
it's in that vane and with that in mind that i take pride in digging deep into the files to find every deduction available. the separation between your thoughts, @CharleyHorse46 (https://www.cfb51.com/index.php?action=profile;u=21) , (though i don't know they're your thoughts for certain- but they could be based on your posts) and mine is that i don't believe the government to be fair or honest, where as it would appear you might.
i think they 'used' to be. i don't think they are anymore. it didn't happen overnight, in my opinion, but has been sliding down that slope for at least two generations.
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... the separation between your thoughts, @CharleyHorse46 (https://www.cfb51.com/index.php?action=profile;u=21) , (though i don't know they're your thoughts for certain- but they could be based on your posts) and mine is that i don't believe the government to be fair or honest, where as it would appear you might.
i think they 'used' to be. i don't think they are anymore. it didn't happen overnight, in my opinion, but has been sliding down that slope for at least two generations.
I work for a state government that passes through federal dollars. At various times over my career, I have procured contracts, negotiated contracts, managed contracts, monitored contracts, requested allocations, reported to legislature, managed budgets and reported on budgets.
There are applicable laws, guidelines, rules, regulations, policies and procedures that all of those activities must strictly adhere to. The consequences of not following those rules would be job termination if not jail time.
Over the years, accountability has become more and more important. The Federal Funding and Accountability and Transparency Act, for example, created almost onerous reporting requirements that have forced governmental work forces to do even more work with less manpower. Sometimes it seems like we spend more time documenting the legitimacy of everything we do than actually doing what we do.
So yes, I believe government is generally fair and honest. It's governed and run by imperfect human beings and nearly everybody can look at some part of it or another and legitimately criticize it. But it's the best we've got and I daresay it's the best anybody's got. If you can make it even better, run for office.
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the system in place is built for fair and honest. just like locks on a door, though, its purpose is to deter honest people from making mistakes- and by being built by honest people, it doesn't take into account how those willing and actively seeking loopholes think....
this could be said about a lot of government programs. take the family of 'welfare' programs- in my opinion each of those are good in nature, and ought to be regarded more highly than they are... but also in my opinion it isn't the program that is the problem but abuse of the program instead- which means the program draws fire from those that oppose people ripping off and making off with tax dollars.... the case of this is not so simple that the simpleton can accurately say "abolish the program", but it isn't so complicated that someone with even slight understanding of human nature realizes it is being exploited by people lacking integrity and having bad intentions.
in my line of work, i see purchases made through various Programs, and then i see those purchases wasted in clever ways- though the 30% middle man fee is rarely wasted, but goes to executives or managers in the form of bonus. I've seen people in positions of authority create GS jobs out of the clear blue ether when preparing to retire, and then bid them out- just to walk back into the same building they retired from on Friday, and assuming their 'new' role on Monday, sans the uniform- in a job/position 'tailor cut' for their talents, and usually above the grade of GS13. i literally watched a multi-BILLION dollar contract which was supposed to bring function mandated by congress over a period of five years be fleeced of 90+% in the very first year, and by 'think-tanks' who were formed to figure out how to do it... actually performing that 'job' are the peons who arrive after the first period of performance.. leaving them with morsels to do the job, and finding it could be done at the rate of crumbs instead of the original cost(already paid).. and this seems the norm not the exception (maybe not such a rich contract in each instance, but still worthwhile)- companies take the funds and milk it, and bounce before the product is due. the waste is astounding. it's absolutely astounding. most recently, i watched a contract bid (and award) with 12 people indicated as 'key positions' by name. Each of those positions carried qualifications of 'PhD' or 'Masters' with 10+ yeas of experience in specific roles- except for one role, that is, which was #3 on the totem, and carried an annual salary of $170k+, and which may as well been a resume of the most worthless person in the company (insofar as job performance or function) and which had the requirement of "high school diploma or equiv".... these are things i've seen with my own two eyes. this is but the tip of the iceberg and without speaking specifics.... hell, i was once given the choice to be fired or 'drop it' when presenting a way to save the customer (government) several million and perform a task better- and still haven't been in the good graces of my employer since- because? "running your(my) mouth will cost us the difference in 100's of thousands in profit based on the 30% cut- they don't need to know what they don't know".
there is something to bring this full circle...
i hate cronyism... i'd much prefer a merit system with little regard to much else. and, if i may be so bold.... i'd love to see a full out audit of not only federal jobs, but federal contractors and elimination of dead-weight roles with great impunity and extreme prejudice (not in a racial sort of way).
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i think they 'used' to be. i don't think they are anymore. it didn't happen overnight, in my opinion, but has been sliding down that slope for at least two generations.
I'd like to think they used to be, but I'm more inclined to think that since 1800 there's been greed and therefore corruption in all levels of government
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and I hate it that most citizens feel this way about our government
I do agree with Charley, it's the best we have and probably as good or better than other governments across the globe
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But isn't it funny how we're brainwashed to begrudge poor people on welfare, call them lazy and suspect them of being illegal aliens while we're supposed to appplaud people who weasel out of their tax obligation.
Begrudging welfare and applauding a tax evasion seem thematically consistent to me.
Also, I'm not sure I was ever "brainwashed" to begrudge poor people on welfare. In purpose and intent, I support the concept. To whatever extent that I "begrudge" it, I'm absolutely certain is based on personal observation, not brainwashing.
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I'm not happy about people that don't pay their obligations
regardless if it's a tax issue or a bankruptcy issue or otherwise
I'd much rather have a beer with someone on welfare and pay for their suds than someone living in a house 4 times the size of mine that cheats the tax code and defaults on the loan for the fancy vehicles, toys and house, even if they were picking up the tab at the bar.
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I'd much rather have a beer with someone on welfare and pay for their suds than someone living in a house 4 times the size of mine that cheats the tax code and defaults on the loan for the fancy vehicles, toys and house, even if they were picking up the tab at the bar.
I never thought about prioritizing moochers.
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you need to do more deep thinking, like me!
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The worst case of government waste and bureaucracy I've ever personally witnessed was in the military. There is a staggering level of "make work" and "justifying one's existence" going on in there, and frankly just a lot of globe trotting and partying at the US taxpayers' expense.
My little window on this:
I was a C-130 crew member in the USMC, and flew all over the globe on "training missions" for three years (the first year in was all about making it through boot camp, then avionics school, then navigation school, and the attrition rate was high so to be fair being a C130 nav wasn't an easy MOS, i.e. military occupational specialty, to achieve). To stay current, we each had to log at least 4 hours a month in the air, and take at least one overseas trip every (can't remember, maybe every quarter). In addition to getting us to where we had to go as a navigator (which wasn't easy as this was pre-GPS days, and so the over ocean nav was done with a sextant and absolute altimeter), one of my main tasks when we landed at a base somewhere was to go to the barracks, declare them unfit for aircrew and then secure posh hotel accommodations out in "the ville." Sometimes I had to sweet talk the barracks folks, but I always came back with the "unfit for aircrew" stamp on our flight orders. Folks were happy with me as part of the crew.
Once we flew from Okinawa down to Singapore for an electronics upgrade, and stayed there a week in a four-star hotel, acting like tourists, eating out like kings on government per diem (in a high rate city) and doing a lot of sight seeing etc. The hotel was the turn down your covers, chocolate on the pillow variety, and we each had our own room. This trip was memorable because we visited a zoo with an extensive crocodile exhibit that would have made even the late Steve Irwin nervous, news came via the newspaper at my hotel door that Anwar Sadat was assassinated, and I spent a lot of time one night trying to pick up a transvestite before I realized that good looking "girl" had more "features" than I was up for: my own Carl Pilkington moment!
I'm sure in my four years alone I probably accounted for easily half a million in government tax dollars spent, and more probably more than that really, if you include all the airplane fuel, maintenance, etc, and just portion it out as my fraction of the aircrew and accumulate it over time. Never saw combat, although we were always ready, just like the other 2 million or whatever troops we have on call every day to "defend" American interests on nearly every corner of this planet.
Anyway, I just want to say to anyone who was paying taxes during 1978-1982, thanks man! :)
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Hehehehehe... Yeah, in 1993 I sat in Mogadishu laughing at the guys we were relieving who thought they were going to fly home mid month.... Dont work that way yo... The chair force flies in country at the end of the month, finds a reason to lay over until after the first, collects hazardous duty pay for both months... Wash... Repeat... Theyll spend a grand total of 72 hours in a combat zone over a 60 day period. They'll get an armed forces expeditionary medal, and the bump in pay... Good for them, I reckon... They always got us there and home safe, so..... I aint bitchin too much.
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I was a supply specialist (MOS 76Y) in Heidelberg, Germany in 1984-1986. At the end of each fiscal year we had to go spend all of our allocated funds. So we would go buy 2500 bottles of WhiteOut so we would get our full allocation next year. Pissing away tax money to maintain leverage was just dispiriting. Nevertheless I am a hardcore Democrat who believes in Keynesian economics as opposed to the supply-side idiocy which has never worked, ever, except to enrich Republican donors
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Agree EA. So let’s see if I’m remenbering correctly we agree on UGa, OU(?), politics, economics, and we both have military tales to tell. I’d speculate we might even be related, except there’s very few folks I’m related to where we actually agree on some of the big issues. You can choose your friends but family is just kinda like the old proverbial Gumpian box of chocolates. Funny how family often become reduced to “acquaintances” on places like fb, just to keep the peace.
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I hate face filters. I particularly hate face filters that make people look like animals. I particularly despise people who never post pictures without those stupid animal-looking face filter.
I have a 40 year old niece who posts ten pictures of herself to Facebook a day and I feel like I haven't seen her in years because she looks like a damn puppy in single picture she posts.
There ought to be a law. Or at least a limit. Jeez.
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One of my pet peeves are those commercials where one person after another says, "I owed the IRS $27,000 so I called [insert name of advertiser] and he settled for $324. Thank you, [insert name of advertiser]!"
on this same line....... there's obviously the credit card debt deal
but then,
commercial on the local radio here selling death insurance - they pay for the funeral/burial when you die.
the commercial states that the most anyone can expect the government to pay for a burial is $500 or so.
I suppose it falls to the government, but I don't like the idea of the government paying for funerals.
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on this same line....... there's obviously the credit card debt deal
but then,
commercial on the local radio here selling death insurance - they pay for the funeral/burial when you die.
the commercial states that the most anyone can expect the government to pay for a burial is $500 or so.
I suppose it falls to the government, but I don't like the idea of the government paying for funerals.
They should have carts running down city streets with criers yelling, "Bring out your dead."
Ever notice how murder victims are almost always found in "shallow" graves. Obviously it's a whole lot harder to dig a decent grave than to kill somebody.
That would be especially true in central Texas where we sometime have to blast to plant trees.
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perhaps a mobile crematorium????
complete with recycled Folger's cans
The Big Lebowski - Donny's ashes - YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OrGhs2TQDM)
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perhaps a mobile crematorium????
complete with recycled Folger's cans
The Big Lebowski - Donny's ashes - YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OrGhs2TQDM)
so you could have dual crematorium with a wood chipper where you could choose between dry or wet fertilizer
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I think they have that option in Fargo, ND
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cant wait for the next Fargo series to come out
I really liked the Billy Bob Thornton one
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Nevertheless I am a hardcore Democrat who believes in Keynesian economics as opposed to the supply-side idiocy which has never worked, ever, except to enrich Republican donors
Sometimes I think folks are more interested in eloquently and uniquely defining themselves as opposed to us all agreeing on what works and just getting on with it.
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speaking back to the subject of WF&A, I'm watching something unfold right now that is going to solve a few problems for me---- the thing about thieves is they get cocky, and that makes them sloppy, and sloppy get's them busted... and busted in this situation means a seismic shift in a certain rank structure, and those involved may have extended vacations at the taxpayer's expense at the end...... and i'm just the dude to initiate it. and the icing? these guys need to go- have been in great need for a long time- but for one key mistake nobody (outside their circle) would know...
so... there was this gov't program, and a version of it still exists. we're talking a program over $100M a year... inside of it are projects... there are usually several going on at the same time. as was the case with one particular one... this particular one morphed into another, but using lessons learned from it's prior iteration, the way it's operated was drastically altered. a key piece of equipment was required in it's prior iteration, and one that cost around half a mil to purchase. these things last a few years, and they could last a lot longer except for the fact their computer monitored on a network, and those requirements change... and at some point the hardware can no longer support the software required to run it- so, the hardware is replaced... again, at a cost of around half a mil.... the hardware was 'scheduled' to be replaced last year- but the project morphed no longer needing this purchase. except for the fact it was already budgeted. and y'all guessed it.... these folks i hold in such low esteem are pushing the purchase through- and only the shadow knows where that money is going. (i happen to know, actually, and how)
i was told about it off the cuff, and by a person who has no understanding of what's going on. they just mentioned it in passing...... and..... all i've gotta do is let them get a little deeper into this and obligate themselves past the point of return- and drop the hammer with a single phone call.
I hate thieves. i hate liars. i hate people who do things at the expense of others with arrogant impunity, and i'm positive this isn't the first time this kinda thing has been done- it's just the first time i can prove it beyond doubt. good times in the coming weeks/months!!! I DON'T hate that. oh- and it will likely cost me my job to break this...... but... it's likely time anyway.
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you can always find another job
enjoy yourself, but stay safe
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It can be really tough to do the right thing. Good luck, drew!
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I watch movies sometimes and I see the protagonist tempted to do terrible things for money or favors and I think, "Don't do it. I wouldn't do it. Come on. Where's your conscience? Where's your dignity? Where's your self control?"
I see coaches leave the programs that believed in them and made them and I think, "Don't do it. I wouldn't do it. Come on. Where's your conscience? Where's your dignity? Where's your self control?"
Then I'll stand on the scale, see I'm a few pounds overweight and I need to eat salads for a few days. And somebody will offer me a cookie. And I'm like, "Okay."
I'm thinking moral decisions may be one of those arm chair quarterback kinds of things.
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I hate rooting against Kevin Durant, because he's such an awesome human being with amazing talent, but I've been a Rockets fan much longer than a Durant fan.
Hoping the Rockets win tonight, and the series in general. Durant had a great game the other day, and hate that he isn't playing on my home-team, but Rockets need to get past these Warriors!
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I was brought up on sneaky television networks that new how to dole out television series episodes one week at a time for 30 weeks and then show reruns during the summer when I was on vacation or playing outside until 10:00 at night. Then around the time I was knuckling down for school, the new season would premiere and I could resume all my old favorites or find new favorites.
Nowadays with Netflix, they give you 12 episodes of show and two days later you have this pang of emotional separation when you've watched them all and there are no more to be watched. So you wait and you wait. You watch Norwegian vampire movies and Korean zombie movies and try to watch 30 year old Mel Gibson movies. Your nights of television watching feel dull and listless. You imagine taking up exciting new hobbies. You play words with friends and trivial crack. Finally, after a year that seems like it's been a decade, there's a murmur around the office. Netflx is bringing out a new season of Stranger Things, Ozarks, or whatever. You scoff. You are so over that show. It captured your imagination, piqued your interest and hung you out to dry. You won't watch it. No way. You're not falling for that again. And then one night you turn off the French gangster movie about an evil car because you can't understand what the midget has to do with the plot and boom. You're right back in it. Watching another season of Narco or whatever. A day later it's like you've just been dumped after having an amazing fling. You wonder if Jason Bateman or Winona Ryder or whoever will ever find the whatnot before they're killed by the whozit. And then you have to wait, and wait. You curse Netflix. You contemplate alcoholism.
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contemplation over
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I hate rooting against Kevin Durant, because he's such an awesome human being with amazing talent, but I've been a Rockets fan much longer than a Durant fan.
Hoping the Rockets win tonight, and the series in general. Durant had a great game the other day, and hate that he isn't playing on my home-team, but Rockets need to get past these Warriors!
I don't worry much about Longhorns once they've moved on to the pros. I certainly don't wish them ill, but if they're playing against my favorite pro team, then I'm not unhappy to see them lose.
I realize you might be talking about KD in a general sense rather than as a Longhorn, that was just my initial thought.
Also, I really don't give a rat's arse about the NBA, so it doesn't affect me one way or the other.
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I hate stupidity and ignorance. Not necessarily in any particular area, just in general.
There are a lot of things I am ignorant of, and if you're around me long enough you'd eventually swear I must be stupid. So you might think I'm extremely self-loathing. But I'm not.
I hate YOUR ignorance and stupidity. Mine's okay.
I don't hate inconsistency.
Unless it's yours.
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Yeah, I hate people.
OTHER people.
Not MY people.
Usually.
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I interrupt this thread for a public service announcement.
Veterans Day falls on November 11th and is a day set aside for honoring US veterans. Independence Day is July 4th and it is a day set aside for celebrating America. You can certainly celebrate Veterans and America this weekend. You can grill in your backyard and can get deep discounts on trucks or kitchen appliances this weekend. Since we are blessed to live in a free country, you can even celebrate whatever the hell you want to celebrate.
But take a minute to remember those who died serving our country. The MIA. The KIA. The 34,000 who died in the Normandy Invasion. Those who died in the Tet Offensive or the Battle of The Bulge. Those who died in Okinawa, Pearl Harbor, in POW camps. Four died in Yemen just last year.
Honor the fallen, may God bless their memory, never forget.
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I don't hate that
thank you
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Yup. About the fallen. God bless them and their families.
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speaking back to the subject of WF&A, I'm watching something unfold right now that is going to solve a few problems for me---- the thing about thieves is they get cocky, and that makes them sloppy, and sloppy get's them busted... and busted in this situation means a seismic shift in a certain rank structure, and those involved may have extended vacations at the taxpayer's expense at the end...... and i'm just the dude to initiate it. and the icing? these guys need to go- have been in great need for a long time- but for one key mistake nobody (outside their circle) would know...
so... there was this gov't program, and a version of it still exists. we're talking a program over $100M a year... inside of it are projects... there are usually several going on at the same time. as was the case with one particular one... this particular one morphed into another, but using lessons learned from it's prior iteration, the way it's operated was drastically altered. a key piece of equipment was required in it's prior iteration, and one that cost around half a mil to purchase. these things last a few years, and they could last a lot longer except for the fact their computer monitored on a network, and those requirements change... and at some point the hardware can no longer support the software required to run it- so, the hardware is replaced... again, at a cost of around half a mil.... the hardware was 'scheduled' to be replaced last year- but the project morphed no longer needing this purchase. except for the fact it was already budgeted. and y'all guessed it.... these folks i hold in such low esteem are pushing the purchase through- and only the shadow knows where that money is going. (i happen to know, actually, and how)
i was told about it off the cuff, and by a person who has no understanding of what's going on. they just mentioned it in passing...... and..... all i've gotta do is let them get a little deeper into this and obligate themselves past the point of return- and drop the hammer with a single phone call.
I hate thieves. i hate liars. i hate people who do things at the expense of others with arrogant impunity, and i'm positive this isn't the first time this kinda thing has been done- it's just the first time i can prove it beyond doubt. good times in the coming weeks/months!!! I DON'T hate that. oh- and it will likely cost me my job to break this...... but... it's likely time anyway.
dropped the maul on this last week.... thought it fell on deaf ears, until a phone call after business hours and late Friday. game on, I reckon... I'll let y'all know if i hate it later... I hope i don't hate it. the good guys are supposed to win, right? uh..... yeah. i've said that to myself many times over the years just to be proven otherwise. I hate that.
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Good luck drew. Doing the right thing is often a challenging task.
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the good guys are supposed to win
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define: good
what i've seen more often than anything is the most powerful wins- that power may come from having something the others have no response to, or being willing to do something the other isn't.... i've rarely witnessed 'who' or 'what' winning based off of 'right and wrong'... it was a hard pill to swallow to discover this...
that said... it's damn sure easier to present and stand by truth than it is a fabrication or twist... usually, the fabrication is found out... but that doesn't mean they lose. they may be more powerful.
i hate the world doesn't work the way we thought it did watching television in the 70's and 80's, where the 'good' guy prevailed and was right and just.
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Good = right and just
didn't say good wins most of the time
just said good is supposed to win
as you stated, bad most times stacks the deck to triumph over good
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define: good
what i've seen more often than anything is the most powerful wins- that power may come from having something the others have no response to, or being willing to do something the other isn't.... i've rarely witnessed 'who' or 'what' winning based off of 'right and wrong'... it was a hard pill to swallow to discover this...
that said... it's damn sure easier to present and stand by truth than it is a fabrication or twist... usually, the fabrication is found out... but that doesn't mean they lose. they may be more powerful.
i hate the world doesn't work the way we thought it did watching television in the 70's and 80's, where the 'good' guy prevailed and was right and just.
Makes me think of this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjT3UTmINOg
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may be a great message, but I'm not clicking
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It's just a country song. You afraid of country music?
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I'm afraid of the get up
is that jacket purple?
the flowing locks, the stache, the hat
I like plenty of country music
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So I'm assuming you were afraid of Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Rolling Stones, KISS, Rush, and pretty much every other rock band in the history of rock music? 'Cause their "getups" certainly weren't any better and in a lot of cases far, FAR worse...
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be serious...............
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I believe my point here is made. :)
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John Bonham's hat is spot on!
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John Bonham's hat is spot on!
Bonzo's birthday today! Happy 70th!
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and a statue in his honor in his hometown park!
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Sometimes I think folks are more interested in eloquently and uniquely defining themselves as opposed to us all agreeing on what works and just getting on with it.
Saw this post more than a month ago and said hmm but held off replying until now.
Years ago when I was a younger man, I lived in Oklahoma and had an amazing lover. She's was 5' tall and maybe weighed 100 lb sopping wet and holding a bag of groceries. She had long, curly, red hair, big brown eyes, a splash of freckles across her nose, snaggle teeth and a big, loud mouth with the countriest accent you ever heard. She had been born in raised in south Ohio along the Kentucky border and she was so improbably and imperfectly not-beautiful that she was mesmerizingly cute.
We got along like mashed taters and butter, and we enjoyed one another immensely but we just weren't destined to be soul mates forever because the good Lord just wired us differently.
I remember we went to see a movie with Lawrence (he was Larry then) Fishburne and Jeff Goldbloom called "Deep Cover." Afterwards we went up to this little Italian food restaurant in an old Taco Bell building on North May in OKC and got hot squares of tasty lasagne.
As we were eating, we discussed the movie. I asked her how she liked it and she said she liked it fine. She asked me how I liked it and I gushed something like this:
"I loved it. It reminded me of the old film noir classics of the late 1940s, but what I really liked was the scriptwriters thoughtful attention to detail. Not only was there character development and even character change in the primary character but there was also character development and even character change in the secondary and even tertiary characters."
She paused snarfing her lasagne and looked at me like I was a shark who had washed up on the shore and started speaking in tongues.
Then she said, "Why you got to overanalyze things? Why can't you just say you liked it?"
I felt like she had just poked my intellect in the snout. I looked at her and like the Apostle Paul in Acts 9:18 the scales fell away from my eyes. She was still a cute little desirable thing who felt nice and smelled good but I realized her brain just didn't work like mine and mine just didn't work like hers. And it was a sobering moment too because when you're young and naive and in love or at least that heady mix of fondness, lust and amusement, you project yourself onto and into the object of your affection and assume your soul mate is just like you. It's troubling to discover you're a dog from Mars and they're a cat from Venus.
And so a month ago I read EastAthen's concisely written, thoughtful and insightful description of his ideological values and nodded. Then I read Brown County's flippant dismissal and relived my lasagne movie critique revelation.
I guess some of us like to study every aspect of things that interest us and think it through until we have nailed down a very nuanced impression. Once you finally get there after years of soul searching, it's nice to be able to share it because it's unique. It's not a cookie-cutter opinion somebody handed you. It's like nobody else's opinion on that particular subject and it's precious because you worked on it for years and can explain how you arrived at every conclusion.
For others, I guess it's just an instinctive unquestioned self-awareness that tells them "I'm this, not that, I like this, not that, I believe this, not that."
Seems kind of ignorant to a thirsty, researching questioner like myself but I suppose it takes all kinds to make a world and maybe God even loves idgits like that too.
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damn. @CharleyHorse46 (https://www.cfb51.com/index.php?action=profile;u=21) , that there was deep. was the lasagna beef or pork? both? and, more about the gal, please...
anyway- that was my attempt to make light. i'm not real good at light.
i've fancied myself a song writer for a long time. i've done it since i was a kid. i've even had audience with some big names in some circles, and saw their method up close and personal- and realized i'm nowhere near that caliber... that was bitter/sweet- meaning it was terrible to learn i'm just not that good, but good to know i gave it everything just to discover it wasn't /isn't for me- call it a 'work release' from a type of imprisonment.
at any rate- something you said in both your response to @EastAthens (https://www.cfb51.com/index.php?action=profile;u=23) coming a month later, as well as the sentiment in your response equating to a personal experience- you held onto that and use it as a filter. that's good. it demonstrates awareness most don't. and that is actually pretty rare- not exceedingly rare, but rare enough to call it that.
i've read tales of folks taking literally years to finish writing a song- like, twenty or more. i've got at least three more than two digits old and one nearing 30 that i'm not willing to give up on yet, so i guess i can relate- it's not that the words aren't there, it's just that i haven't caught them yet. what that means is i lack the life's experience to draft analogy in the right framework to finish.
some songs came right out in a flood, from beginning to end- even with the chord progressions in mind before i even picked up an instrument.
it's funny like that. the better tunes seem to flood. as a for instance Jim Croce is said to have written his entire second album in the matter of eight hours after getting into a big fight with his wife- at some sort of emotional pivot point as the driving force but obviously something that had been building up.
equating that to sentiment both you and EastAthens shared- just maybe snap determinations are the right one's? something that's determined without consciously knowing what or why?
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pretty sure God loves us poor simple dirt farmers too, but I'm not going to type out 5 or 6 paragraphs elaborating the point
are you sure this little redhead actually used the term, overanalyze? that's more than just a few syllables.
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also, pretty sure I'm not much of a songwriter. One of my high school classmates moved to Nashville and has written more than a few top 40 country hits for the stars with fake southern accents
but, I'm derned sure I'd be a better songwriter than singer.
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i've a buddy who makes a living doing that, @FearlessF (https://www.cfb51.com/index.php?action=profile;u=10) , and his kids have followed suit. his daughter was contracted to draft 10 songs in 6 months for some studio in nashville, and ended up turning them over in about three... they called her in to 'discuss'... she was asked if it was a problem if some words were altered to 'meet the criteria of the current demands' they believed people were wanting to hear. truth is, THEY drive that, and why music is largely no longer authentic- but that's another post for another time...
at any rate, they decided songs about angry love-lost women, patriotic, and God-fearing was the flavor of the quarter, and sold the songs to various artists to record.. those various artist took the instruction to change a word here or there at the music company's urging, and because of which those songs appeared as 'co-written' on the album cover.
gotta love it.
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Oh yeah. The word "overanalyze" came out of that big nasty adorable mouth of hers. And of course it took her four times longer to say it than most people would cause she said "oh-verh-AAAAN-uh-liiiiiize."
And she was so loud too. Everybody in the restaurant stopped eating to look at her.
I blame 1970s television. If Hee Haw hadn't come on every Sunday in the late afternoons after the NFL and the Wide World of Sports and before the Wonderful World of Disney, I never would've watched it. And if the sets and skits hadn't been filled with smiling friendly country girls in short shorts and halter tops, I never would've watched a country music show about pickin and grinnin. And if I had never seen the smiling friendly country girls in short shorts and halter tops on Hee Haw to begin with, I never would've had any affinity twenty years later for a feisty little big mouth redhead with a hillbilly accent.
After all, my momma was a country girl from Oklahoma and she was mean as hell and drove my poor thoughtful father, a man of otherwise refined taste, to despair.
But ain't that the way life goes. Or that way love goes as I believe Janet may have sang along about the same time.
That message was for Frankie. Hang on Drew, I'm getting to you.
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I watched Hee Haw religiously, cause my Grandfather seemed to enjoy it.
All of those young ladies in the short shorts and halter tops were well over 110 lbs and packed it on the the best places
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i've a buddy who makes a living doing that, @FearlessF (https://www.cfb51.com/index.php?action=profile;u=10) , and his kids have followed suit. his daughter was contracted to draft 10 songs in 6 months for some studio in nashville, and ended up turning them over in about three... they called her in to 'discuss'... she was asked if it was a problem if some words were altered to 'meet the criteria of the current demands' they believed people were wanting to hear. truth is, THEY drive that, and why music is largely no longer authentic- but that's another post for another time...
at any rate, they decided songs about angry love-lost women, patriotic, and God-fearing was the flavor of the quarter, and sold the songs to various artists to record.. those various artist took the instruction to change a word here or there at the music company's urging, and because of which those songs appeared as 'co-written' on the album cover.
gotta love it.
my buddy says some of his songs are hard to recognize after a few words are altered
he doesn't care for the butchering, but he cashes the checks
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So Drew. Thank you for your compliments. I'll mull them over for the next six weeks or so to determine their full import but for now thanks.
You know it's interesting that you are song writer but an admittedly frustrated one.
Somebody asked me the other day if I was going to retire soon and what kind of hobbies I might spend more time doing when I did. They specifically asked about golf cause many of the older brothers I socialize with around the office play golf.
I said, "Golf. You got to be kidding me. For the last 20 years my hobby has been raising kids. For the 10 years before that my hobby was chasing girls. I ain't got no hobbies."
But I do, because I withheld information. You see, I paint. I paint oils on canvas. When I was a kid, I was a doodler and a drawer. One of the peeps I mowed for as a youngster was an artist and he showed me the ropes. When I was chasing girls, it was an impressive ice-breaking skill to admit to . I used to draw portraits of dancers on cocktail napkins along with clever but generic little flourishes I'd add to make myself look insightful. Like I might draw her on a beach or reading a book or wearing a sundress or riding a horse - whatever I thought she looked like the type who might want to do such a thing. Over time, I got pretty good at guessing and drawing, and it opened a lot of doors for me.
I painted for years until my first child started toddling and getting into stuff. Then I put everything away for about 20 years. A couple of years ago, I got everything out, replenished my supplies and tried to pick up where I left off but couldn't. I don't have the eye-hand coordination anymore. It's not like riding a bike. My every attempt at painting looks like horrid crap.
So I just don't know what to do. Should I keep painting until I get good because I used to be good and when I was good it was gratifying and I loved it passionately? Or should I just give up because I can't paint anymore and it isn't fun or gratifying to paint crap while I'm trying to relearn?
Should I try to find another hobby? I just don't know. It's kind of sad when you get to be in your late '50s and the only extracurricular activities you're any good at is taking kids to sporting events and saying witty things to make women giggle and blush. Ain't got no little kids no more and catching fish, so to speak, gets kind of old when you know you're just going to throw them right back and not eat any of them.
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I watched Hee Haw religiously, cause my Grandfather seemed to enjoy it.
All of those young ladies in the short shorts and halter tops were well over 110 lbs and packed it on the the best places
Remember Gunilla Hutton?
Gunilla. Cool name. I might name my next mutt Gunilla.
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Should I try to find another hobby? I just don't know. It's kind of sad when you get to be in your late '50s and the only extracurricular activities you're any good at is taking kids to sporting events and saying witty things to make women giggle and blush. Ain't got no little kids no more and catching fish, so to speak, gets kind of old when you know you're just going to throw them right back and not eat any of them.
well, sure as heck, DO NOT take up golf!
blasted foolish game is like cigarettes, once yer hooked you can't quit and it will probably be the death of you.
I'm experienced
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Remember Gunilla Hutton?
Gunilla. Cool name. I might name my next mutt Gunilla.
from Petticoat Junction?
one of my all-time favorite blondes
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Several years ago I played a round of golf at the old Desert Inn in Las Vegas.
I was by myself and the starter put me with a group of Japanese business men
These guys were very friendly but spoke very little english
Every time I hit the ball one of them would say goo sha which I later
determined was Good Shot
anyway we became pretty good friends during the round and on the 18th green
they called me over for a group photo with me in the middle
The thought that somewhere in Japan there is a photo of them playing with a great American
golfer has warmed my heart over the years
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I hate it when my dog gives me the stink eye.
So I’m sitting here in bed, catching up on social media and my dog, curled up on thd floor beside me is giving me dirty looks. She even repositioned herself and snorted audibly.
Like what?
If I were 25 and she was my girlfriend and looked like Alicia Vikander, I might give a damn but as it is she can just piss off.
Guess she’s mad because I didn’t go to work today or something and she imagines she has to sit beside me and keep me company instead of doing what she wants to do like barking at squirrels or rolling in poo.
And here in a nutshell we have what’s wrong with interpersonal relationships in America today. Too much resentment over the unrequested but assumed expectations of others.
She just better get over it or I’ll roll up a newspaper. Giving me the stink eye. I don’t think so.
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smack that ass
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I hate losing my interest in UT sports.
I want my fire and vinegar back. I think it's the conference thing, and everybody's heard my piece on that. But I really think that's why I'm not as high-strung as I used to be about Texas Football.
Oh dear Aggies, dear Piggies, blasted Huskers, oh Ralphie, friggin Mizzou.... I hate and miss thee.
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What you’re experiencing is natural.
When you were young you probably played with Transformers or something. Then you outgrew them.
When you were young, your mom and dad were probably your sun and moon. You still love them as much and probably even appreciate them more than you did when you were nine or ten but you don’t need them for food, shelter and security like you used to.
At one time you or you and your wife probably had an amazingly dog that was almost like a child to you. Then you had children and the child substitute settled into its proper role as pet.
Sports are great and, in their proper place, they can be a nice part of an emotionally full, balanced and stable life. But there’s no point in obsessions in a man’s life.
Get plenty of rest, eat a balanced diet and enjoy whatever the day brings whether it’s time with the missus, your kids, friends, sports, pets, camping, kayaking, grilling, flirting, reading, arguing, working, or eating a slice of cocoanut cream pie.
Life is a fruit salad. Just keep eating and savoring, and stop missing that bite of mango you had 5 minutes ago.
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Here’s another mini sermon that sums up my life’s philosophy.
In every moment and in every situation, life is complex enough to justify both gratitude or resentment.
The choice is ours but only one will ever lead to joy.
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I like that Texas will be playing USC, LSU, Arkansas, Alabama, Ohio State and Michigan.
Playing A&M is kind of like arguing politics with your brother-in-law. Even if you win, they won’t get it and you’ll feel stupider.
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At one time you or you and your wife probably had an amazingly dog that was almost like a child to you. Then you had children and the child substitute settled into its proper role as pet.
Then the nest emptied and the wife now has two dogs that may as well be grandchildren.
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;)
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I hate losing my interest in UT sports.
I can sympathize.
I think I've identified several potential contributing factors, or possibly the whole enchilada. But the causes are irrelevant, the outcome is the same. My interest predictably plateau'd at one point and then eventually waned very gradually, but enough to notice. Then last football season my interest fell straight off a cliff. I still watched all the games because I don't think I could not watch them, but I watched far, far fewer of other teams' games than I have in years, and I cared almost nothing about the outcome of our games, or the run of play during them. It was more like fulfilling some mildly pleasant obligation. "Hmm...we won that one....good for them, I guess." Or, "Hmm...we lost that one....too bad for them, I guess."
Me from 10 years ago wants to punch me in the nuts, I can sense it.
At the top of the list, I suspect, is football was once a very social thing for me, and it's not anymore. The amount of space in my life it has the ability to take up is directly proportional to the amount of analyzing, dissecting, and good-natured smack-talking I do with other fans. And more and more that's not a thing any longer.
The good news is I no longer count the days until kickoff and that makes summers a lot less tedious.
The further good news is that by the time UT kicks our ass in 2019 and 2020 I may not be watching at all. Except for that my cute little UT-fan gf has never been to a Longhorns game, and I'd like to take her sometime if I'm able, so that might be a good one to shoot for.
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I guess some of us like to study every aspect of things that interest us and think it through until we have nailed down a very nuanced impression. Once you finally get there after years of soul searching, it's nice to be able to share it because it's unique. It's not a cookie-cutter opinion somebody handed you. It's like nobody else's opinion on that particular subject and it's precious because you worked on it for years and can explain how you arrived at every conclusion.
Most people have hated that about me my entire life. Enough that when I was younger it really bothered me and made me sad. Now when they express disdain for how much thought I put into a given topic, I spend a lot of time analyzing their opinion of my behavior and formulating a long-winded exposition of it, then I catch them in a spot where they can't easily get away from me and I lay it all on them, knowing that it's driving them insane.
The CDC just released info that suicide is up by almost 30% in Louisiana since I've been back here. There may be some correlation.
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Except for that my cute little UT-fan gf has never been to a Longhorns game, and I'd like to take her sometime if I'm able, so that might be a good one to shoot for.
Congratulations on appealing to woman who clearly possesses excellent taste, Amos.
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Most people have hated that about me my entire life. Enough that when I was younger it really bothered me and made me sad. Now when they express disdain for how much thought I put into a given topic, I spend a lot of time analyzing their opinion of my behavior and formulating a long-winded exposition of it, then I catch them in a spot where they can't easily get away from me and I lay it all on them, knowing that it's driving them insane.
The CDC just released info that suicide is up by almost 30% in Louisiana since I've been back here. There may be some correlation.
Well thank you for doing your part.
Nowadays I mostly keep my opinions to myself. Don’t nobody want to hear nobody else’s opinion any way except to validate their own or to pick a fight.
Last night, for example I was drawn into exchanging opinions with a man in the Lowes parking lot.
I had loaned one of my sons my truck but I needed a 2x6x10 real bad so I took his Jeep down there and wedged the board in sideways cattycornered and strapped down like a mofo.
Old guy says: Bet you wish you had a truck.
I said: Nah, I just wish strangers would mind their own &$#@ing business.
He seemed to stiffen at that so I turned around to look at him.
He was the minister of education at my church.
Dammmit.
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Dollar Shave Club. Been a member about 5 month. Every month they charge me $3 and send me 5 blades and a news letter.
A few months ago they started putting that 1.75 x2.5 inch box of blades and the newsletter in a big ass bulky 8x11 envelope that clogs my mailbox, gets torn up and creates trash.
So putting up with it for a few months I went on their website and chatted with”Luke.”
Dood went on about how it’s better for the environment.
I never got ugly about it. Why would I? I merely voiced my complaint. Dude got all defensive and canceled my account.
So screw Dollar Shave Club. They’re idiots.
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I miss playing the Huskers and the Aggies. Don't give a rat's arse about Mizzou or Colorado though, that's for darn sure.
And I certainly care less about UT sports than I did a decade ago. It's part of growing up. Sounds like it just took BC a couple decades longer than most, but when he finally did grow up, he went immediately from young and impassioned to old and crotchety, and missed the good "moderate and even-keeled" part.
Not that there's anything wrong with that. Of course.
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He was the minister of education at my church.
Dammmit.
Dammmit!
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“The next thing I do, I get them in excellent condition….Knowing how the mind is and the tricks it plays on a person and how an individual will always look to avoid a confrontation with something that is intimidating, I remove all possible excuses they’re going to have before they get in there. By getting them in excellent condition, they can’t say when they get tired that they’re not in shape.”
“When they’re in excellent shape I put them into the ring to box for the first time, usually with an experience fighter who won’t take advantage of them. When the novice throws punches and nothing happens, and his opponent keeps coming at him…the new fighter becomes panicky. When he gets panicky he wants to quit, but he can’t quit because his whole psychology from the time he’s first been in the streets is to condemn a person who’s yellow.
“So what does he do? He gets tired. This is what happens to fighters in the ring. They get tired. This is what happens to fighters in the ring. They get tired, because they’re getting afraid….Now that he gets tired, people can’t call him yellow. He’s just too “tired” to go on. But let that same fighter strike back wildly with a visible effect on the opponent and suddenly that tired, exhausted guy becomes a tiger….It’s a psychological fatigue, that’s all it is. But people in boxing don’t understand that.”
That's legendary boxing trainer Cus D'Amato. So it goes with Texas sports. We're old(er). We're tired. There's stuff to do. Putting up with angst and frustration, especially the vicarious kind, seems unnecessary and therefore gets eliminated.
Let the Texas Longhorns go out and crush Maryland. Later, let them throw USC around the field. All of a sudden, the Texas fans who just didn't care anymore will remember their passion. I'm not calling anyone fair weather. I'm just saying there's only so much emotional energy and will in life, and we've got other places to earth it now.
The fatigue is psychological. Show us we're having an effect, and it'll come flooding back!
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The first 13 years of my life Texas went 115-24-1, won 8 SWC championships and 3 MNCs. My family went to a lot of the games. The crowds were snarky. To some outside observers we probably seemed polite but we were arrogant and patronizing. We watched the Horns with a jaundiced eye ready to gripe to anyone who would listen if we weren't up by 21 by the end of the 1st quarter. We'd golf clap at the end of 20 play drives and cheer for the opposition if they got their first first down midway through the third quarters.
We were kind of jerks.
That's why when we joined the Big 12 twenty years later and Nebraska was dominant and everybody talked about how wonderful, polite and gracious their fans were, I knew what was really up. But I digress. This is about Texas.
So in my teens and twenties, the on-field quality dipped and teased, dipped and teased. I stayed tuned in, but honestly when you've been out partying until 4 a.m. or you're at the lake fishing or boating with pretty girls, it was hard to make a 2:30 kickoff, let alone an 11 a.m. one.
In the mid-'90s we discovered Texas football forums in one form or another. I was married by then, had little nippers, was struggling to get by. Following the Horns from afar and discussing them with other fans was an intellectual stimulation and amusing outlet in an otherwise busy and demanding life of responsibility. It was especially amusing to listen to young 20 something bucks like Smokey and Junior with their carefree lives, disposable income and (for Smokey) a competitive fandom that couldn't fathom interested fans who had better things to spend their time and money on that being at DKR on Saturdays.
Now that my life is less demanding and finally have a tad more discretionary income I make my way down to the 40 acres from time to time but it's kind of different. I'm cool with the ancient ones who sit on their hands and the rowdy young ones who act like Donkey Kong with a hammer. Seems like everything is different, yet really everything is kind of the same. Only the fashions and the trappings have changed. The people have just moved up into different roles that were there all the time. And will always be there.
It's like eating hot peach cobbler with you're four and eating it again when you're 50. It tastes the same but your tastes have changed so you get a completely different impression of it.
I'll just be glad when Texas gets so good that we can get back to our lazy, traditional Texas complacent ways of arriving late, golf-clapping, snickering, and departing early - without having to hear the sneers of johnny-come-latelies full of vim, vigor and vitality.
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Sounds like it just took BC a couple decades longer than most, but when he finally did grow up, he went immediately from young and impassioned to old and crotchety, and missed the good "moderate and even-keeled" part.
Not sure I size myself up this way. If Texas joined the SEC tomorrow, I would be as fired up about Texas football as I've ever been.
Even joining the miserable PAC would light my fire to some degree.
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I'll just be glad when Texas gets so good that we can get back to our lazy, traditional Texas complacent ways of arriving late, golf-clapping, snickering, and departing early - without having to hear the sneers of johnny-come-latelies full of vim, vigor and vitality.
I've learned to disagree with hooky and not post.
Oh crap, I just posted.
Signed,
Johnny Come Lately
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Not sure I size myself up this way. If Texas joined the SEC tomorrow, I would be as fired up about Texas football as I've ever been.
Even joining the miserable PAC would light my fire to some degree.
The PAC? Good Lord, man, there's only one team in that league to get excited about, and with them on the schedule this year and last, we've already played them just as often as we would per decade in some mutant expanded PAC.
I guess the SEC would be fun due to playing A&M and Arkansas again. And even better if OU came along. But I have even less interest in playing Miss State and Ole Miss annually, than I do in any B12 team (except Kansas). Road trips to Baton Rouge would probably be fun though. Maybe MDT would show us around.
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The PAC? Good Lord, man, there's only one team in that league to get excited about, and with them on the schedule this year and last, we've already played them just as often as we would per decade in some mutant expanded PAC.
I guess the SEC would be fun due to playing A&M and Arkansas again. And even better if OU came along. But I have even less interest in playing Miss State and Ole Miss annually, than I do in any B12 team (except Kansas). Road trips to Baton Rouge would probably be fun though. Maybe MDT would show us around.
Idk, I guess I figure the PAC would give us more national exposure. (not that we need it)
As far as SEC, I would not begrudge playing at Ole Miss. That can be a good time.
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The PAC won't give us more national exposure. Other than USC, nobody watches the PAC play. Not even PAC fans.
As for the SEC, honestly the best part about it would be watching the Aggies' heads explode as the end of their "100 year decision" comes just a decade later. But playing Ole Miss and Miss State would be horrible. They suck when they're not cheating badly. Which is yet another reason to avoid the SEC.
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The PAC? Good Lord, man, there's only one team in that league to get excited about, and with them on the schedule this year and last, we've already played them just as often as we would per decade in some mutant expanded PAC.
I guess the SEC would be fun due to playing A&M and Arkansas again. And even better if OU came along. But I have even less interest in playing Miss State and Ole Miss annually, than I do in any B12 team (except Kansas). Road trips to Baton Rouge would probably be fun though. Maybe MDT would show us around.
Meh, you're already doing a home and home with the one SEC team you may be interested in, so your second point seems redundant to the first.
I do think you'd find the Mississippi schools more fun than you'd think. Not inherently, but because of the amusement their fans would provide you which I don't think any fans of B12 teams can afford you.
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Actually, you've just helped further my point. We already have home-and-homes with Alabama and LSU on the schedule. We could also schedule home-and-homes with Arkansas and A&M, and then we'd be playing all of the interesting teams I'd enjoy playing, with none of the Mississippi crap I have zero interest in.
Make it so.
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Actually, you've just helped further my point. We already have home-and-homes with Alabama and LSU on the schedule. We could also schedule home-and-homes with Arkansas and A&M, and then we'd be playing all of the interesting teams I'd enjoy playing
It means nothing to beat someone and then they run back to their conference with a benign defeat, while we realize it didn't really do much for us either.
I don't want to merely schedule these teams every decade. I want to play them every year, and beat them down in the standings of which we are a part.
You weren't kidding, your fanship has zoomed past casual toward complacent, if not easily satiated.
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It means nothing to beat someone and then they run back to their conference with a benign defeat, while we realize it didn't really do much for us either.
I don't want to merely schedule these teams every light year. I want to play them every year, and beat them down in the standings of which we are a part.
We played OU non-conference for almost a hundred years and it didn't mean any less then. I wanted to beat them far worse than any conference rival we ever faced. Send them skulking back to their crappy little Big 2 Little 6. I guess this is one place you and I are going to fundamentally disagree.
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We played OU non-conference for almost a hundred years and it didn't mean any less then. I wanted to beat them far worse than any conference rival we ever faced. Send them skulking back to their crappy little Big 2 Little 6. I guess this is one place you and I are going to fundamentally disagree.
I wouldn't say it then, but I'll say it now. Texas wanting to beat OU worse than A&M is the biggest LIE in Texas football history. It's a charade that all Longhorns went along with in order to slight Aggie.
Texas/OU was fun. Texas vs. Aggie was hate. Yeah, yeah I know all the talking points, and I said 'em as much as the next Texas fan. BS.
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This is kind of like listening to people talk religion or politics. While there are definitely bandwagons and schools of thought, it boils down to nothing more than deep-seated (or is it seeded?) preferences and opinions. I think Junior grasps that but you, BC, have this grating habit of imagining your opinion is fact. A “LIE”you say. Indeed.
It’s just a difference of opinion, buddy.
A lot depends on what floor you caught the elevator and who you’re riding with.
If you first took an interest in Texas footbal during one of the smattering of times A&M was actually good and you’re surrounded by family, friends or a community that keeps up the Aggie intensity I can see how you would think A&M is a bigger rival than OU.
If, however, your attention to Texas football includes decades where A&M was just another one of six or seven cupcakes (with obnoxious fans) that is sometimes competitive (like UofH or Tech or TCU or Baylor) whereas you view OU as the bar to surpass each year, then clearly OU is the rival.
I liked the SWC, I liked the original Big 12, I like the current Big 12 and I like Texas OOC scheduling. If Texas moved to another conference, I’m sure I’d like that too.
I certainly don’t suffer from butthurt conference envy.
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...nor self-loathing.
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I could make a joke about how I would be self-loathing too if I lived in Brownwood but I’ll resist the temptation.
In my own unique perspective (and lord knows it ain’t everybody’s), Arkansas was - for a time - the Horns’ chief rival. At least that’s how it seemed during the first 13 years of my life when the Horns and the Hogs often seem to be on top of the SWC and the world.
The Penders-Richardson rivalry in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s only sealed Arkansas’s place in the cold black cave in my heart for rivals.
Switzer gave OU relevance and infamy in my heart. In the ‘70s they were the hump Texas needed to get over but couldn’t- much like they were in the 2000s.
The 1976 Houston game was so loathsome it literally made me physically ill. I hated them guys in the late ‘80s too. I’m glad they’re in G5 hell.
It’s what SMU deserves too for their cheating ways.
Baylor was a pain during even years of the ‘70s and ‘80s, much like Oklahoma State has become a similar pain in even-numbered years of late.
K State. What the heck? They’ve got our number,
Tech’s always hovered around 7-5, ready to be a cockroach.
I know so many incorrigible Aggies it would be fun to actually reciprocate their passion but every time they’ve been able to get one up on Texas, Texas has been so bad that A&M has been the least of our worries.
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... every time they’ve been able to get one up on Texas, Texas has been so bad that A&M has been the least of our worries.
When I said this, I thought it was an accurate statement but I wanted to be sure so I checked the stats.
Texas and Texas A&M played each other 118 times. Texas won 76 of those games, which is a 66% winning percentage. That's about on par with Texas' winning percentage against SMU, UofH and TCU.
There were two spans in history when A&M was competitive. The rest of the time Texas pretty much dominated the series.
One of those the spans was 1909 to 1939 which <sarcasm> I'm sure is relevant to all of us.</sarcasm> [Since 1940, BTW, Texas has won 49 of 73 games, a 68% winning percentage].
The other time A&M was competitive, and even dominant, was 1984 through 1994 - but like I said in my earlier post, Texas was so dreadful then that A&M was hardly our biggest concern. The Texas teams A&M beat during that time were a combined 60-52-2. It even included 4 Texas teams with losing records which is significant because in 125 years of playing football, Texas has only had 16 losing seasons. That was 25% of them right there. Interestingly, this was also the same span of time when Baylor and UofH racked up most of their all-time wins against Texas as well.
Think back to Charlie Strong's unfortunate tenure at Texas. Three losing seasons. Losses to BYU, Cal, Iowa State and even Kansas. Terrible forgettable years. But what if somebody had no other frame of reference and their entire experience as a Texas fan was based on those three years. They might be tempted to look at the losses to TCU and say, "OMG! I hate TCU! They're the worst! They're our biggest rival!"
That's kind of how the whole A&M as our rival strikes me.
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You weren't kidding, your fanship has zoomed past casual toward complacent, if not easily satiated.
It's a symptom of Malaise, a well-documented hazard in central Texas and surrounding hill country. Stats available at the CDC website.
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This is kind of like listening to people talk religion or politics.
Somehow we ended up with a culture that demands those two things never be talked about in polite company. It occurs to me lately there's hardly anything else more worth discussing. Politics, religion. How are we gonna live down here, and how are we gonna live up there? I really can't think of anything that should be more at the forefront of conversation.
The problem isn't the topics. The problem is many people lost the ability to have a civil discourse and approach disagreements thoughtfully and rationally, and they ruined it for the rest of us.
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The problem isn't the topics. The problem is many people lost the ability to have a civil discourse and approach disagreements thoughtfully and rationally, and they ruined it for the rest of us.
Very well said, Amos.
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True enough.
It's popular right now to blame soundbite journalism, social media, memes, and other short-format, pithy communication forms, for the problem. But it started long before any of that. The political and religious environment of the UT campus I inhabited in the early 90s was really no less divisive and intractable. Folks just shouted each other down on the West Mall, rather than on the internet.
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I hate that all of a sudden folks think they have a right to not be offended
http://www.foxnews.com/us/2018/07/12/university-wyomings-cowboy-slogan-rustles-up-some-controversy.html
so now they will need to change their name to the Cow People
This is another example of people with too much time on their hands looking for a reason to be unhappy
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I hate that Oregon State can have a pedophile on the mound for the CWS, but we've got a cornerback suspended for two years for smoking a joint.
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need to change the rules
or the enforcement of the penalties
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The LSU player was originally suspended for failing a drug test and then was later arrested for pot possession
Im not sure I disagree with his banishment from the team
The Oregon state pitcher should not have been on the team
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Somehow we ended up with a culture that demands those two things never be talked about in polite company.
When I was in 2nd grade, my elementary school had button pins, red one said Nixon, blue one said McGovern.
The school told us to determine who we were for, and we would wear our pins for one week.
I remember most of the kids had Nixon pins, but that's not the point. The point is, imagine that happening today. First off, they were PINS. Argh, danger!
But more importantly, politics! Imagine the uproar if an elementary school did this. Yet it was all in the interest of teaching civics and patriotism.
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We've been saying "Life ain't always fair" for generations, and still managed to live through it with a smile.
Now we raise cain anytime someone has a thought we don't like. I agree with 320, too much time on our hands.
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My dad used to be a post man so naturally he would read everybody's newspapers and magazines during his lunch break. He observed once that no matter what you're reading, whether it's Playboy or the Baptist Standard, only the weirdos write letters to the editors.
Maybe he was right. Maybe he was wrong. But I think there's a lot of truth in what he said because no matter who we are (black, white, Methodist, Muslim, young, old, liberal or conservative), I think the vast majority want the same things for ourselves, our children and even our neighbors: to be safe, secure, and free to prosper.
But who do we hear from? The hyperbolic weirdos who want to stir the pot, feign umbrage, stoke fears and demonize the opposition.
Moderation has been lost, moderates have been bullied into oblivion and the average Americans have been asked to pick a poison.
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When I was in 2nd grade, my elementary school had button pins, red one said Nixon, blue one said McGovern.
The school told us to determine who we were for, and we would wear our pins for one week.
I remember most of the kids had Nixon pins, but that's not the point. The point is, imagine that happening today. First off, they were PINS. Argh, danger!
But more importantly, politics! Imagine the uproar if an elementary school did this. Yet it was all in the interest of teaching civics and patriotism.
We did the same thing in '80 for Reagan-Carter (elementary school for me), and in '84 for Reagan-Mondale (Jr. High for me).
In junior high we even elected "campaign managers" to organize the campaign on behalf of Reagan or Mondale for about a month before the election, and then a mock election where we all cast our paper ballots (no hanging chads that I recall) for the candidate of our choice.
Now that I think about it, that was all surprisingly civil, especially for a bunch of stupid loud-mouth junior high kids.
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I was in the 6th grade 1960
Our teacher divided us into two groups
each group was assigned either Kennedy or Nixon
for several weeks we researched the candidates platforms and
we actually had an organized debate on the best candidate
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the 50s were better than the 60s in my mind
I'd rather have been born in 52 than 62
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I have a friend, almost exactly my age, who we joke about because he pretty much only listens to music from before 1965.
He was born in 1971.
He loves Elvis and Carl Perkins and Jerry Lee Lewis, and also loves buck Owens and Hank Williams and early Willie Nelson.
Personally, I'm glad I was born when I was, and grew up when I did. But it takes all kinds.
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Whats neat is when your children discover the music you grew up with
In my case late 50s and most of 60s
My daughter would say dad I love this song have you ever heard it
and its Pipeline by the Chantays
yes dear Im familiar with it
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For sure, lh320.
And I'm not saying that I don't enjoy Carl Perkins and Jerry Lee Lewis and Buck Owens, because I do, a great deal.
I just find it amusing that my friend listens exclusively to that music-- music that was already decades old before he ever turned on a radio or listened to a 45 or LP record.
And it's not like he got the music from his father, because he didn't. His father who grew up in the 50s, listened almost exclusively to music a decade or two older than HIM, like Tennessee Ernie Ford and Glenn Miller.
So I guess my friend is really just a chip off the ol' block. :)
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this sums that up:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TK6ThO8HT0E
great tune... cliff notes: he is suggesting music is dead except for those seeking commercial success with 'songs that sell'. he'd be wrong, of course, as the 'red dirt' or 'Americana' is gaining steam!!!
here are a couple of good ones:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOeSwMKYQH4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYdvxBxHX2U
makin' those tunes because that's what they want to do- the commercial success seemingly secondary.
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The LSU player was originally suspended for failing a drug test and then was later arrested for pot possession
Incorrect, on both counts.
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I guess if we're talking about music, I hate a lot of that now too.
I was never big into Taylor Swift, but I was familiar enough to know she wrote harmless pop-country songs and made music that I did not hate.
The other day someone asked me if I'd heard her new(ish) single "Look What You Made Me Do." I had not. They asked me to youtube it so I could see how much I'd hate it. In addition to the video being kinda disturbing, they were right....it's not just that the song sucks, it's that it's hard to call it a song.
Every generation has claimed to not understand the next generation's music, and that it all sounds like a bunch of wailing cats. I'm well aware I may be the newest member in a long tradition. On the other hand, I feel that this time it IS different, because previously what parents and grandparents were really saying was "I'm not familiar with the chord progressions from the bass, guitar, and piano in your music, and the drums are louder and more spastic than I've previously heard. Also the sound effects applied to each instrument are unfamiliar and unpleasant to me." And that pretty well applied from jazz to blues, from blues to rock, from rock to pop, the whole country lineage, etc. ad nauseum.
But this? There's nothing but a drum machine and no melody to speak of. She might as well be rapping, except I have liked quite a bit of rap music, which involves some lyrical agility and usually some nice wordsmithing, all notably absent here. There are no guitars to confuse me. No musicianship to fail to understand. This is but one example. Every time I turn on the radio it's littered with "music" like this. I already experienced one paradigm shift in music wherein I could play the codger, which was when Grunge killed the 80's. I happened to like a lot of what I grew up with in the 80's and I never much cared for Grunge. But I recognized it as music, certainly, and as an evolution of what had come before it. That was my turn to be the old fart and say "This isn't music" with a condescending smirk, but knowing full well what I really meant was "I don't like this." This stuff I'm talking about is like a weed that just sprang up. It's an entirely different category, and because it's so unpleasant to my ears, I have a hard time calling it music.
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I am digging some of the new, younger artists... but I'm not much of a music snob since I can appreciate all music forms in just about any genre. I'm not crazy about everything coming out, but I seem to enjoy a lot of the new stuff that is aimed at the younger ears and people my age shrug it away. Not sure what that says about me, but I'm actually thrilled to hear new singers, compositions, and styles come out over the years, rather than sitting with the same style my entire life and crapping on anything different.
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I feel you, and I've approached most of my music life the same way.
But yeesh, quite a bit of what I've been hearing just hurts my brain to count it as music. If you haven't heard that T. Swift song, go check it out to see what I mean. I wouldn't even fault anybody for liking it, but I strongly want to fault people who hear that and draw any comparison to or find any evolution from music that had.....you know.....music in it.
Apparently I draw the line at drum machines and flatly spoken words.
I would even keep quiet if just a real drummer had done the same thing. At least there's some kind of instrument being played.
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Yeah, I've heard the TSwift song, and can see that. I can't really stand listening to Drake because of the monotonous flat tone of his voice, but people are about as crazy over him as they are TSwift. Cardi B cracks me up a little but I have a hard time taking her seriously as an artist, too. All of those artists have that overly-produced sound to them that doesn't really indicate much authenticity to their music.
Some authentic young artists who actually sound great, write their own lyrics, AND play real instruments are out there. Off the top of my head, the ones that I am really digging aren't even played on the radio at all, probably because they don't have enough of a fake-pop sound for mainstream needs. K. Flay, Meg Myers, and LP are my new favorite female rockers and come across as authentic, entertaining and incredibly talented. July Talk is a Canadian band with both male and female lead singers, and they have a unique sound that grabbed my attention and I only wish they came down to this part of the world for some live performances. Welshly Arms is a new one to me that I've now seen twice this year as an opening act, and they are also very refreshing.
I'm hawk-eyeing tickets being released next week to snag for Twenty One Pilots, who last time I saw made me feel like the oldest person in the crowd when I looked around and it was all teenage girls and their parents. I didn't even care - I love the deep messages, passion and distinct sound of them, and the drummer is really talented and amazed me during that show. For two dudes, they really do have a big sound and have made an impact on me.
Still good music out there if you look past the radio waves, with real instruments and everything.
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I'm glad for recommendations like this to look into. I have a hard time finding new music to enjoy these days. For one, less of it is being made, and two, the avenues of discovery aren't what they used to be. The latter is ironic to me considering the technology for delivery is wider and allows for more than ever.
About 10 years ago utee94 and myself were talking about record companies and the future of music. One of his opinions were that record companies could go to hell for being the soulless bastards they are. He wasn't wrong, and I didn't disagree with him. And they were in the process of doing just that. They trapped good people in horrible contracts for decades so it's hard to have sympathy for what's happened to those companies.
The side of that coin is I was worried about several things that would result from the death of the old model, and unfortunately for me, much of it has come to fruition. It has killed an entire industry, one I once aspired to work in, and it's undone a lot of music I enjoyed.
There's still a ton to like, but certain types that I really, really liked are hardly done anymore and I may never hear about them when they do come out. I always loved production, the right sort of it, anyway. What some people call inauthentic, I called a group effort as opposed to a single artistic effort. Somebody writes a great song, an arranger figures out how to pimp it out, musicians are hired to do more with the parts, and a producer keeps all the visions from getting too far away from each other so it stands as a coherent piece of work. It creates something very different than the more stripped-down song you'd get with just an artist putting their music out there. And there was room for both, and I loved both.
But a well-produced album cost money, and money came from the record companies. Now that they're not around, the $ for those kind of projects isn't available, and it's hard to find music that like anymore (though it is out there, in small doses). Additionally, I used to aspire to be a session drummer--and did pick up work here and there in Austin in my former life--and of course the major hubs were the main destinations there. Nashville is the only one left standing, and even it is not a hotbed like it used to be. The L.A. and NYC studio scenes are dead. Finito. Most of my heroes I grew up wanting to be like are either stuck on the road touring or retired. There is no living to be made as a session/studio musician anymore.
Which means the work of guys like that appears on very few albums compared to yesteryear. And I really miss that. And for the music that still out there....the internet is vast, but maybe that's more of a problem than a help as far as me ever finding out about stuff. So recommendations and scouring youtube for gems in the rubble are how I stumble on things these days.
Mildly related--if anybody has Netflix, watch Wrecking Crew sometime. Great stories and interviews with a core group of musicians who played on everything back in the 60's. That crowd invented the studio musician profession, and even though people didn't know who they were, their playing inspired a ton of musicians after them.
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Oh I should have added Greta Van Fleet to the list of new rockers. Even Robert Plant approves, even though they basically copy his entire style:
http://loudwire.com/robert-plant-jokes-greta-van-fleet-singer/
The husband-type still prefers to listen to his older rock favorites over new artists if he's putting on some tunes, but even he is into Greta Van Fleet.
I'll have to check out the Wrecking Crew. I do have neftlix, so I'll definitely take a look. I watched Sound City documentary and it was a pretty good one, too, for music documentaries.
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I’m not sure why it seems to be human nature to be critical. Maybe I’m not wired right or something but I see no point in lamenting not having been born in an earlier time when certain things like music may have, arguably, been better.
The collection is bigger now and gets bigger as we go. Carl Perkins is still available. As is Glenn Miller, Jimmy Rodgers, Chopin, Strauss, Mozart, etc...
And unlike our fathers and grandfathers who had to a 600 lb record collection, we can digitally download anything on our phone. And store thousands of songs.
Centuries of music is at our fingertips to pick and choose. Who cares if you don’t like Taylor Swift or country music or show tunes or ragtime. They are drops in the bucket and there’s still plenty to drink.
I listen to the stuff my dad listened to, my older brother listened to, that I listened to when I was 10, 20 and 30 and that my kids listen to.
It’s all good. And there’s nothing like an eclectic mix.
Sometimes at my house you might hear George Strait, Public Enemy, Marroon Five, Vicente Fernandez, Tom Petty, Slim Thug, Perry Ribeiro, the Steve Miller Band, Roberta Flack and Burt Bacharach, back to back to back.
I pity da foo don’t try new stuff.
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I enjoyed Sound City....saw it on Amazon I think. I was kinda jealous that Dave Grohl wound up with that board. People should rightfully mistrust documentaries, but one thing they weren't kidding about was that board was flat out awesome for recording drums.
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Ok Slick, I get your point, but I may not have effectively voiced mine.
It's not the music....I could live and let live on that. It's the people, and their ignorance of everything you just said.
Most young people today.....all those names you just dropped? Yeah, they don't know who any of those people are.
I liked it more when the airwaves were full of things I enjoyed. Now they're not. It's a legit gripe and belongs in the hate thread.
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Most young people today.....all those names you just dropped? Yeah, they don't know who any of those people are.
I liked it more when the airwaves were full of things I enjoyed. Now they're not. It's a legit gripe and belongs in the hate thread.
Sure gripe all you want,Amos, but indulge me the opportunity to kindly counter.
God gives most us of about 70 years on this earth so we can exercise ignorance and bad judgment, make mistakes, learn from them, gain experience, and acquire good judgment.
When we were young how much did we know, care or learn about the culture, music and experience of our elders. It was there in the backdrop like a dogearred photograph album of faded black & white photos but it wasn’t bright, shiny and new like the big beautiful world opening up before us and our young, pretty peers.
It’s not until we’ve been chewed up, tattered and torn that we possess the wherewithal to say, “You know... “Hello Walls,” is a damn good song.
25 years ago nobody thought we’d ever grow up and appreciate anything.
Let’s give these younger folks their chance to be ignorant a-holes too.
You gonna expect your children to come out of the womb ready to mow your yard or you gonna let them grow up first?
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Hooky, may I counter.
Faron Young notwithstanding, 3 generations ago men were men at 18. 2 generations ago men were men at 21. 1 generation ago men were men at 25. Today men are women.
Your argument holds water. Other observations hold water too.
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Hooky, may I counter.
Faron Young notwithstanding, 3 generations ago men were men at 18. 2 generations ago men were men at 21. 1 generation ago men were men at 25. Today men are women.
Your argument holds water. Other observations hold water too.
Maybe we should have more world wars to accelarate the maruration process. :)
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Maybe we should have more world wars to accelarate the maruration process. :)
That is unfortunately accurate. Not desired, mind you - but accurate.
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Accurate indeed.
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Y'all are some chatty mofos today, brings back memories.
Just a couple of comments at random, not sure who brought them up
1) Not sure who made the initial point about people just making music for money, and there's a lot of that for sure, but one of the GOOD things about the ease of access to digital media, is that now there are thousands of artists that we have access to that AREN'T making music for money, many of them are making very little money at all, but we can still get their stuff. Finding it isn't necessarily easy, but once you've found your avenues for the stuff you like, you tend to be able to do so over and over again.
2) I actually like Taylor Swift. I'm not a fan of the "Look What You Made Me Do" song, but her album 1989 was pretty killer from start to finish. I know MDT is a bigtime music lover, and I'd urge him to listen to that album a couple of times end to end. Not every song is a blockbuster but most of them are very good.
She's a talented songwriter on her own, she also knows when to collaborate to fill in where her skills are lacking, she has a great voice, and she is fantastic live. Yes, I've seen her live.
3) Slick's point that we have access to everything past and present is well taken, and it's now at our fingertips, in a way I dreamed and imagined in 1986. I sure wish I'd followed up on my ideas then, I might have been the one to bring solid stare digital media to the masses. Alas, missed opportunities and whatnot.
Anyway, I love music. The End.
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Yeah, I heard a discussion on how musicians make their money and it's definitely changed. Most people do not buy full albums anymore and a good chunk don't even buy straight singles but choose to just stream the music through various platforms.
It's touring and selling merchandise that is the big money-grab for most of the ones who aren't getting royalties. Probably why so many groups are making a come back with tours these days. I do my best to support the artists, big and small, by going to shows for those that I am most interested in. I probably won't ever pay the prices for a TSwift show, though.... she's fine and all, but there's more females I draw greater inspiration from personally.
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Anyway, I love music. The End.
You would really like it if you would listen to something deeper than a bird bath.
Taylor Swift, Prince... geez
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Eddie Cochran - Twenty Flight Rock
Eddie Cochran - Twenty Flight Rock - YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbbkvoH8PaE)
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Music is art, and with any art, its value exists only to those who appreciate it.
When I was a smartassed 18 year-old, I was introduced to the works of artists like Robert Motherwell and Jackson Pollack who I flippantly deemed to be scam artists duping the snobby art world intelligentsia. Now I know their work is art because it is appreciated.
Even children's art is appreciated.
Some people scoff a certain types of films or music. Bawdy comedies are often considered artless, but are they - if they're appreciated?
I'm not a big fan of country music. There are probably a dozen country songs I love. The rest seem to share the same four tunes and six subjects. Others may think the same thing about rap. Or even Mozart. But they're all art and as I grow older, possibly wiser but certainly more cognizant of my own ignorance, I cannot find it in my heart or mind to begrudge anybody the art that they love.
So someone loves Taylor Swift, Hello Kitty art and Fuller House? God bless them. At least they love something.
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Music is art, and with any art, its value exists only to those who appreciate it.
When I was a smartassed 18 year-old, I was introduced to the works of artists like Robert Motherwell and Jackson Pollack who I flippantly deemed to be scam artists duping the snobby art world intelligentsia. Now I know their work is art because it is appreciated.
Even children's art is appreciated.
Some people scoff a certain types of films or music. Bawdy comedies are often considered artless, but are they - if they're appreciated?
I'm not a big fan of country music. There are probably a dozen country songs I love. The rest seem to share the same four tunes and six subjects. Others may think the same thing about rap. Or even Mozart. But they're all art and as I grow older, possibly wiser but certainly more cognizant of my own ignorance, I cannot find it in my heart or mind to begrudge anybody the art that they love.
So someone loves Taylor Swift, Hello Kitty art and Fuller House? God bless them. At least they love something.
Definitely agree on music being art. That's why I find it odd when someone says all of it is disappointing these days, because there truly is something for everyone when it comes to art & music and it's constant shifting & evolving. Not everyone will love the same things, and that's part of the appeal. Certain things grab us when the same things might not stick with others, and there's a flavor out there for everyone.
Without music, life would most certainly be a lot less entertaining, inspiring, and tolerable, so I definitely place a large importance on it in my life.
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We grew up with the idea that there was something called "the music business" that was a concrete thing. It isn't, and it never was. It was a trick of technology that let people sell something from 1940 - 2000. Technology created that business, and technology killed it.
Not to say that music itself is dead. You're just not going to get rich off it. So the question is, do you have a voice? Not meaning the singing, physical voice, but do you have something to say? Would you do it even if no one was watching or paying you to?
If you have a spark and want to make music, then it's easier than ever to do so. Pick your medium. Electronic or live, sampled or performed, traditional or non, it's all a wide open stew. Lay it out in your head what you're trying to say, then refine it. You'll find something, either deliberately or by happy accident, that can become the container for your shine.
If you're just want to be a "rock star", then get a big butt and a Twitter account. Someone will look at you for a few weeks, and you can weigh in on political issues.
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I think todays country western is very close to yesterdays rock n roll
Thats probably why I like it so much
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I think todays country western
Today's country is amusing. Singers pretending to be their grandfather, singing as if they grew up like he did, as if they talk like he did, worked like he did, loved like he did, dressed like he did, etc...
Grab an espresso and send me a tweet, cowboy.
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it's not country or western
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Vent time:
SO, I got my Twenty One Pilots tickets (YAY!) and actually bought as many as they would allow so I could bring friends, too.
Then the following exchange happens:
Me: Got the tickets, one reserved for you!
Friend: Perfect! Can I send you the money via Zelle?
Me: I don't know what that is, but I have paypal and can meet you for cash or check.
Friend: Zelle is a way to transfer money between banks with email or phone number. Check your bank mobile app for it, it's easy and no fees.
Me: I use XXX Bank, I don't see anything like that.
Friend: Look for transfer money, maybe, in your options.
**quizzically looks through bank app and and see nothing like that**
Me: you know what else is no fees and even easier? CASH!
**upon google search, looks like my bank does not have Zelle launched at this time. Seriously, what's so hard about people taking out cash these days? But noooo, people expect me to do all the legwork to get tickets (on presale, at that), and then want me to figure out some new system to take their money? How about no, maybe I'll find someone who wants your ticket for straight cash instead. :96:
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And back a few pages I made comment the only place outside of the arena or outside my own mind about doing the right thing.
Tomorrow morning my attorney and I sit with the team of attorneys from a 55k+ employee company worth billions and discuss waste fraud and abuse by people from their senior vice president ranks........ I blew the hell out of that whistle... Do they squash me or do I get their attention along with a chunk of their asses? Here is the thing I'm thinking makes them most uneasy, and its the truth: it aint about money from my vantage... Its about principle and legacy... And it's because fuck them, thats why.
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Its about principle and legacy... And it's because fuck them, thats why.
Ed Zachery
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Me: you know what else is no fees and even easier? CASH!
I'm a straight up cash homie
but, I'm old
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I'm a straight up cash homie
but, I'm old
And another year older today, yeah?
Happy Birthday, Fearless!!
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correct
another day closer to retirement
my hair has a little more gray since that pic was taken
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My bank uses Zelle
I used it the other day
pretty simple really
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My bank uses Zelle
I used it the other day
pretty simple really
I guess it might be if my bank was set up for it.... but according to the Google, it is not yet launched for mine (a national bank, fwiw, not some small potatoes local bank).
My bank must be slow on the technology-uptick, much like myself.
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Good luck, Drew! Hang in there. Kitten posters and whatnot.
Happy birthday Fearless Frankie. Celebrate them every year, it's better than the alternative.
My i s c & a aggie wife uses Venmo to transfer money amongst her friends when they do stuff like that. I just use cash. Regardless, since you're the one that got the ticket, they should arrange to pay you in whatever way you request as long as it's reasonable. Cash is certainly reasonable.
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My bank uses Zelle
I used it the other day
pretty simple really
Wait a minute. Did you just haiku?
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Well, Drew, it sounds like you have the facts on your side and that should count for something. Dispassionate, unadorned facts frankly stated are a beautiful thing.
Happy Birthday, Frankie.
I try to not ever have to transfer my money to others. If somebody wants to give me money, I prefer ones. They go farther.
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As the world changed post 9/11 some folks expressed concerns about Big Brother watching too much, knowing too much, seeing too much.
You know who the paranoid really ought to be worried about? Our little friend Google.
Google knows where we are, what we like, what computer or device we’ve ever looked at, who else has used the same device, what we’ve ever searched for. They even know our passwords.
You look at a Toyota Tundra, they’ll inundate you Tundra ads until you’re sick of Tundras.
You look up something confidentially like... I don’t know... dick warts or Japanese girls in nothing but socks... and it’ll wait until your boss or wife asks you to research something and while they’re looking over your shoulder it will autofinish your search for dietitians as dick warts and your search for java as Japanese girls in nothing but socks.
If Google ever decided to really make our lives miserable we would be DOOMED.
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Wait a minute. Did you just haiku?
Why yes I did
Nothing gets by you
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dick warts or Japanese girls in nothing but socks..
I prefer the latter
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As the world changed post 9/11 some folks expressed concerns about Big Brother watching too much, knowing too much, seeing too much.
I'm not sure how it changed. People helped each other and went to church for 2 weeks and that was about it. Today we're more feisty, ornery and spoiled than ever.
If Google ever decided to really make our lives miserable we would be DOOMED.
I think they're biding their time. A generation from now, we will be amazed at what people are being hauled into the slammer for. Not to mention what society considers perfectly acceptable.
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I'm about a page late, but there are plenty other ways besides war in which people can mature.
Though that's one way.....I guess. I've known guys who went to war who were jackasses when they left and jackasses when they came back, so I don't know that it's a viable means to maturation after all. Maybe the generations who previously "grew up" faster/better just happened to be involved in wars, and correlation =/= causation.
To Droog's point about anybody being able to make music these days, you're correct. It's easier than ever and your barrier to entry is less than ever. Assuming anybody ever hears what you make. My favorite kind of music is not going to be less prevalent however, no matter how many people want to make it, because to a large degree it's not getting made without a budget. I don't care how much technology you have, a single person is highly unlikely to come up with the kind of intricate tracks I miss. It was primarily a group effort, and an effort of people who often went to school to learn their craft.
It'd be a bit like saying engineering tools and software is better than ever, so anybody can design things from their PC that could never have happened 40 years ago. Well, no...not without an engineering degree they probably won't. Joe Average is not going to get himself some slick software and design the next marvel without some education.
I was reading an article going around the internet a few months ago about how Guitar Center is restructuring their debt for the 3rd (I think) time in X number of years. It detailed why a once successful business no longer makes money. The hard facts are that people--mainly young people--aren't buying instruments anymore. The speculation comes in when determining why that is. Sources in the article pinned it on the lack of heroes these days, unlike days gone by when posters abounded on bedroom walls of Hendrix, Clapton, Eddie Van Halen and the like. They claimed popular music's move away from live instrumentation, coupled with lack of marketing and image associated with the drying up of record companies created a culture where teenagers don't idolize musicians the way they used to. Supposedly it all leads to kids not bugging their parents to go get them a bass guitar and an amp that can shake their neighbors walls. I dunno. Sounds plausible, but I only see the effect, I don't claim to know the cause.
There are still people who are master's at their craft--less than there used to be--and I wonder how they make their living. Are there less ways to be successful now but still X number of careers available and they happen to have them? Is there still room for everybody, and anybody who becomes good enough will attract paying customers? I wish I knew how these people make their living. It's fine to talk about people who will make their music whether anybody is paying them or listening to them or not. It's another thing to realize that in the real world, you're only going to reach certain levels if music is what you do, not a hobby you dick around with after your real job, and you're going to have to find a way to pay your bills. I actually hear people, occasionally, complain about the quality of musician available to listen to these days, and these same people are the ones who complain about having to pay anything to hear them, and by God if they loved it then why should they get paid for it, and if they loved it they'd do it whether they were getting paid or not. I wonder if they'd go to their job 8 hours a day for free. I'm thinking probably not. How much you enjoy something is irrelevant. If you're going to be a high-level musician, you're going to WORK for it.
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**upon google search, looks like my bank does not have Zelle launched at this time. Seriously, what's so hard about people taking out cash these days? But noooo, people expect me to do all the legwork to get tickets (on presale, at that), and then want me to figure out some new system to take their money? How about no, maybe I'll find someone who wants your ticket for straight cash instea
Our parent company is one of the banks that launched/own Zelle. I find it to be wonderful. Yes, I like cash, but paying the sitter/nanny, the cleaning lady, piano teacher, etc. is so freaking simple, I don't even need to be there and more importantly to me, I don't need a separate app. or a separate account, nor is it a two step transaction like Venmo/PayPal.
side note: why are people interested in using Venmo publicly as a social connection to others? IMO it rivals Instagram in the ultimate in social media vanity.
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**upon google search, looks like my bank does not have Zelle launched at this time. Seriously, what's so hard about people taking out cash these days? But noooo, people expect me to do all the legwork to get tickets (on presale, at that), and then want me to figure out some new system to take their money? How about no, maybe I'll find someone who wants your ticket for straight cash instea
Our parent company is one of the banks that launched/own Zelle. I find it to be wonderful. Yes, I like cash, but paying the sitter/nanny, the cleaning lady, piano teacher, etc. is so freaking simple, I don't even need to be there and more importantly to me, I don't need a separate app. or a separate account, nor is it a two step transaction like Venmo/PayPal.
side note: why are people interested in using Venmo publicly as a social connection to others? IMO it rivals Instagram in the ultimate in social media vanity.
Well I don't use Venmo for anything, either. I do have Instagram but can assure most of my photos are of dogs, stuff I see in traffic, and concert photos. Yes, I want to marvel at my wonderful life in picture form, so I have use for Insta in my semi-vain life but I'm okay with that. I also get to see what all my favorite celebs, sports athletes, comedic writers, and photographers are up to, which I don't really get anywhere else, so it has that purpose in my life as well.
So, speaking of Venmo, I'd make sure your stuff is set to private in the multiple-settings that are apparently not defaulted to private. Saw this article and part of it was pretty funny, but also pretty annoying if you are someone who doesn't want your info shared any more than it likely has been already.
https://www.marketwatch.com/story/the-scary-reasons-you-should-make-your-venmo-account-private-2018-07-17
"Another Venmo user she tracked sells food from a cart at a University of California campus. She could see more than 8,000 of the person’s public transactions over the course of the year, and saw that elote (a corn dish) was the most popular. One couple she followed frequently argued and threatened to break up through Venmo transactions, using feuding captions like, “You don’t love me,” and, “I’m waiting for the sugar daddy.”
Venmo’s public-by-default feature was the target of an investigation of the Federal Trade Commission, which accused Venmo in 2017 of “misleading” users about the fact that they needed to change two separate privacy settings to make their transactions completely private. The company reached a settlement with the FTC. A company spokesman previously told MarketWatch (https://www.marketwatch.com/story/venmo-stalkers-or-amateur-sleuths-they-out-cheating-boyfriends-spy-on-exes-and-see-who-buys-drugs-2018-05-11)that users now have three options for controlling who can see their payments.
It should be easier to make these changes, Do Thi Duc said, and it is the responsibility of Venmo to fix these privacy issues rather than rely on users to change settings themselves."
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I'm so glad I didn't see this image when I was 5 years old. I've been taunted for endless nights by much less than this.
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He's probably the Preacher from Children of the Corn. He probably wishes his husker team was as fear-inducing as his face...
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I just wish our D-linemen were that big
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it aint about money from my vantage... Its about principle and legacy... And it's because fuck them, thats why.
That's so rock'n'roll. Godspeed, Drew.
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About 15 years ago, the missus and I bought a home and took out a mortgage. About six years ago, we refinanced - not take out any equity but to lower our interest.
Last year our mortgage company sold our mortgage to some chippety-chump Texas-based mortgage company I had never heard of. Since then that company has sent me two letters a week, four emails a week and about nine phone calls a week, asking me to "cash out" my equity and "live the good life."
They are relentless in their selling.
I suspect they're the devil and they must think I was born yesterday on a turnip truck.
I just wish they would leave me alone. I'm trying to become debt-free. Not indentured.
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That's so rock'n'roll. Godspeed, Drew.
well... the proverbial hit the circular, i thought, Wednesday... turns out i was wrong... that didn't happen until today, but i reserve saying so until next week as i think it's not 'really' rollin' yet... or rockin'. or rollin'... it's definitely 'rocking and rolling' and causing me, by default, to do the same... interesting times to be sure.
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About 15 years ago, the missus and I bought a home and took out a mortgage. About six years ago, we refinanced - not take out any equity but to lower our interest.
Last year our mortgage company sold our mortgage to some chippety-chump Texas-based mortgage company I had never heard of. Since then that company has sent me two letters a week, four emails a week and about nine phone calls a week, asking me to "cash out" my equity and "live the good life."
They are relentless in their selling.
I suspect they're the devil and they must think I was born yesterday on a turnip truck.
I just wish they would leave me alone. I'm trying to become debt-free. Not indentured.
We made our last house payment last May
Debt free feels good
course now I get emailed twice a week from my bank offering an equity loan
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We made our last house payment last May
Debt free feels good
course now I get emailed twice a week from my bank offering an equity loan
Ha! They’re monsters!
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no bankers bothering me
paid off my house twice
first time while I was married - a bit less than 15 years
2nd time after the divorce (1/2 to pay the Ex) for more than I paid the first time
I don't like bankers, and I let them know it early in the relationship
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I like bankers, they give me money and do my bidding.
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they take money, never give it
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You don't know the right bankers.
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Texas bankers are so tired of winning they cant wait to give you money
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I used to be a banker, right out of college. Far as I could tell, it's really just keeping your head down, collecting a check, and going home to play some music and check on all the fuss about high-speed internet.
If I was ever a monstrous soul-sucker or an ATM doing a client's bidding, I was blissfully unaware.
That's probably how they get you.
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You know what I really hate?
I hate it when you're in a restroom stall with a toilet that automatically flushes and it flushes between the time you wipe the seat, spread out the seat cover, turn around and squat.
That's the worst because once you squat on faith, it's really hard to hit the brakes before you hit the seat even though the sadistic toilet has already sucked down the seat cover you had hoped would protect you from third world STDs.
This always seems to happen in some really high-traffic restroom you have no choice but to use - like the ones in airports.
What's even worse is when it just continues to flush randomly and intermittently while you're still seated on it.
I know I'm not the only person this happens to. Sometimes I'll hear guys in other stalls screaming in anguish and saying, "Don't you see me?"
Speaking of that - you know how vampires have no reflection in mirrors? I wonder if auto-flush toilets, auto-sinks, auto-soap dispensers and auto-hand dryers work for them or if they just pretend the vampire isn't there? Can you imagine being a vampire and being unable to wash your hands? Standing in the restroom, screaming "I vant to vash my hands!"
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I may have mentioned this before - because I have recurring thoughts - but do any of you ever go in Dollar Trees?
Not Family Dollar or Dollar General but Dollar Tree? Family Dollar and Dollar General have cheap items but those items sometimes cost more than a dollar. At Dollar Tree everything costs a dollar. Consequently it is like looting for honest, law-abiding citizens who would never actually loot a store.
You go into a Dollar Tree and stuff is scattered everywhere, every aisle is full. People are just pulling stuff off the shelves and going crazy. If you try to look at the readers on the carousel near the register, people will run you down with their carts. It's civil unrest in a Dollar Tree.
But despite all of the crazy "looting" that goes on in the store, people simmer down and their reason is restored when they check out.
I love the people who ask how much items are.
"How much are the peanuts?"
"A dollar."
"How much is this iPhone charger?"
"A dollar."
"How much is this plastic Hawaiian coconut cup?"
"A dollar."
"Is everything a dollar?"
"Yes. Everything's a dollar?"
"Well, how much is this Mylar balloon filled with helium that says 'Happy Birthday'?"
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I didn't know there was a difference between those dollar stores. I pretty much avoid them at all costs. My i s c & a aggie wife does go to them to buy borthday party balloons, though.
Which, I guess, cost $1.
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Years ago, when my fourth child was born, my i s c & a wife and I made the commitment to take turns spending one on one time with each of our kids every Wednesday. That way we could get to know them better as individuals instead of just a mob. Wednesdays were ideal originally because that's the night when lots of kids eat free.
We've kept it up for 14 years now and I'm very happy to say I still enjoy each turn I have to take one of my sons to dinner - even though they're now 15, 18, 20 and 23.
The oldest can't always make it and the second oldest oftentimes has difficult scheduling but it's still a priority to my i s c & a wife and me.
One of the things we have often done over the years is to eat dinner and then go to a discount movie theater like Cinemark 8 in Round Rock or Lake Creek 7.
Having grown up on the Ea'side, I still think half the fun of going to a discount movie is sneaking food in so you don't undermine the discount by having to buy exorbitantly priced refreshments at the snack bar. But instead of sneaking in 36" pizzas, buckets of chicken and Schlitz Malt Liquor 40 oz like my peeps and I used to do back in the day, we just go down to the Dolla' Tree and buy a box of Junior Mints or Dots. Same $1 box would be $4 at the theater.
And as we walk through the Dolla' Tree, I see many items that would cost somewhat if not a whole lot more at any oher store - like those big sheets of poster board or trifolds smart kids in the smart kid class need five times a year, picture frames for all of those silly certificates employers like to give out, greeting cards for coworkers you don't particularly love but feel obligated to acknowledge, packets of expo markers for dry erase boards, the aforementioned iPhone chargers, headphones, USB ports that plug into the cigar lighter holes in cars, electrical tape, dog treats, flossers, wine glasses, margarita glasses, spatulas, readers, etc....
You'd be surprised how much money you can save on things you didn't even know you needed.
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That's a nice tradition of weekly one-on-one dinners with your sons. I wish my dad had done that with me. I had many meals with just my mom before, mostly when we would be shopping and such, but there are not many occasions where I was out with only my dad. It probably didn't happen until I was in my 30's when both of us were in California for a wedding that my mom wasn't able to make it to, so we did go out together that time due to the fact that we were only visitors who made it from my immediate family.
I learned a lot more about my dad as an adult than I did as a kid, so maybe that was by design on his part. He's actually quite a goofy, fun guy, but growing up he had to play a hard-ass along with my mom, who is a staunch no-breaking-the-rules supporter and I guess he got strong armed into that side of parenting. When I got busted with pot as a teen, he would be sitting at the same table while my mom berated me and punishing me, staying silent and not saying anything to my defense. Meanwhile as an adult, I've smoked pot WITH my dad a handful of times and he's relayed stories about how his older brother used to grow it when they were teens.
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It's all about the hippie lettuce with you, isn't it? ;)
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... He's actually quite a goofy, fun guy, but growing up he had to play a hard-ass along with my mom, who is a staunch no-breaking-the-rules supporter and I guess he got strong armed into that side of parenting...
Yep. Happens a lot.
Many times young women are fun loving and carefree until the kids start piling up. Then they oftentimes transform into serious, possibly even uptight, uber-responsible, controlling individuals who deny they ever were fun loving and carefree to begin with - except for the three or four times a year they go out with their cronies.
I see my sons hooking up with these young, adventurous, free-spirits and I want to warn them that if they have kids that woman will be a fleeting dream replaced by somebody just as serious as their mother - but I always stop short. Why spoil their delusions? Why make them feel bad about ending my honeymoon? Might as well let them find out for themselves just like my dad let me.
I was sitting in Whataburger one morning, eating a jalapeno cheddar biscuit bacon egg and cheese sammy doused in salsa - and people watching.
Old guys just get friendlier and friendlier. If America's #1 terrorist cartel dood came in with an uzi in his hands, some old guy would say something provocatively corny to him, like "is it as hot as Texas where you come from, Mister?"
Meanwhile his irrepressibly sweet, cute and adorable wife - seasoned by years of carrying kids, caring for kids, praying over kids, crying over kids and worrying over kids - would inevitably shush him with something like, "Oh be quiet, George, and leave the cartel terrorist alone."
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It's all about the hippie lettuce with you, isn't it? ;)
What can I say? It's the greatest plant given by God.
Or at least my hippie-church says so.
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Regarding the Dollar Tree, that's pretty much my childhood toy store, haha. Forget Toys R Us and their long aisles of expensive toys, when we were with Grandma, we went to Dollar Tree for new stuff. I liked how they had crosswords and puzzle books, and I remember getting pez candy for our pez dispensers there (probably over a year expired but Grandma didn't seem to care).
SO at least my childhood toy store isn't closed yet.
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Speaking of that - you know how vampires have no reflection in mirrors? I wonder if auto-flush toilets, auto-sinks, auto-soap dispensers and auto-hand dryers work for them or if they just pretend the vampire isn't there? Can you imagine being a vampire and being unable to wash your hands? Standing in the restroom, screaming "I vant to vash my hands!"
Have I ever told yall how much I love motion detector tech, especially for public restrooms?
I think it may be the single greatest invention given to mankind
significantly slowing the spread of germs in public places is awesome
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Years ago, when my fourth child was born, my i s c & a wife and I made the commitment to take turns spending one on one time with each of our kids every Wednesday. That way we could get to know them better as individuals instead of just a mob. Wednesdays were ideal originally because that's the night when lots of kids eat free.
the Ex and I did Friday nights with our daughters
great experience, I'm sure I enjoyed it more than my daughters, but they didn't complain much
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I can't think of any reason the typically IR-receiving sensors in most automated bathroom appliances wouldn't also be able to sense a vampire. Vampires might have no reflection, but they are solid, physical beings, which should be able to block or reflect a beam of IR light, same as any normal human.
I do wonder, though, whether the nature of their flesh might interact differently with the capacitive-touch-sensors associated with most modern smart phone screens. Imagine being a vampire and not being able to make a phone call, or check the weather in Transylvania next Tuesday.
I suppose they're already accustomed to not being able to take selfies, so no big deal on that front.
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so now we have morphed into big bang theory
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I've only caught that show a couple of times, but for the most part I'm unimpressed with the science.
So basically, those guys are wishing they were THIS thread.
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I've only caught that show a couple of times, but for the most part I'm unimpressed with the science.
So basically, those guys are wishing they were THIS thread.
This is what I mean
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9R5w4Qz6pVk
or this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7_PJ6sW5EA
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I hate the message board drive-bys that start happening around this time of year. So there one is, on one's favorite LSU blog, when suddenly the peace and tranquility is disrupted as one realizes that Miami had a good season last year, so it's time for their fans to crawl out of the woodwork and act like they know something about football. Too bad they still won't crawl to their home games. Still, I suppose it's good for something to occupy their time other than having herpes.
Y'all know what I'm talking about. Don't y'all hate it when some random guy from somewhere not even in your own conference drops by uninvited and interrupts everything with inane chatter?
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As long as there has been people, there have been conversations about the plausibilities of fictional characters. Before Sheldon and Leonard speculated about Superman, Jerry argued to George that Superman was bound to have a super sense of humor. In Stand By Me, the kids wondered what Goofy was and why the Wagon Train never got anywhere. I seem to recall Wally and the Beav having imaginative arguments like that too. It's life.
By the way, did you know the characters Sheldon and Leonard were named those names as an homage to Sheldon Leonard, the great TV producer of the Danny Thomas Show, the Andy Griffith Show, Dick Van Dyke and I Spy? You may remember him as Nick the bartender in Martini's Bar in It's a Wonderful Life.
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Also, I hate cancer. My fiance lost her mother to cancer in April, at the young age of 65. Last week an old friend lost his dad as well, both distant relatives of mine, and we buried him this morning. He was only 64.
Suck it, cancer.
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I hate the message board drive-bys that start happening around this time of year. So there one is, on one's favorite LSU blog, when suddenly the peace and tranquility is disrupted as one realizes that Miami had a good season last year, so it's time for their fans to crawl out of the woodwork and act like they know something about football. Too bad they still won't crawl to their home games. Still, I suppose it's good for something to occupy their time other than having herpes.
Y'all know what I'm talking about. Don't y'all hate it when some random guy from somewhere not even in your own conference drops by uninvited and interrupts everything with inane chatter?
No. I love it.
Wish somebody would do that here.
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Also, I hate cancer. My fiance lost her mother to cancer in April, at the young age of 65. Last week an old friend lost his dad as well, both distant relatives of mine, and we buried him this morning. He was only 64.
Suck it, cancer.
Your fiance is 65?
Any loss is absolutely terrible but many people lose their folks at much younger ages. I lost my father when I was 45 and my mom when I was 55.
Nonetheless, it is absolutely tragic.
Cool you like older ladies though.
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Wait.... Amos, did you say your 64 year old friend AND your 65 year old fiance are both distant relatives of yours?
Dood,
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I hate it when cheap bandaids tear up while you're ripping their wrapping off.
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Don't buy cheap bandaids, cheap toilet paper, or cheap condoms.
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I do not knowingly buy cheap bandaids, nor does my wife. But somehow they end up in my life. Scratch a skeeter bite or something. Want to protect a white shirt. Scrounge for bandaids. Friend digs an old linty bandaid stuck to a peppermint in the bottom of her purse.
It's a gift horse. You don't want to look in its mouth. You appreciate the gesture of your prepared friend.
But when you peel back the wrapper and the backing comes off with it and the cheap bandaid twists and tears your blood pressure goes up and you bleed even more.
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Wait.... Amos, did you say your 64 year old friend AND your 65 year old fiance are both distant relatives of yours?
Dood,
My fiance's mother was 65. My old friend and his 64 year old father are both cousins of mine. Since you're in the mood for clarification, technically my old friend is my second cousin and his now-deceased 64 year father was a first cousin once removed.
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My fiance's mother was 65. My old friend and his 64 year old father are both cousins of mine. Since you're in the mood for clarification, technically my old friend is my second cousin and his now-deceased 64 year father was a first cousin once removed.
I am very sorry for your losses. Please accept my sincere condolences. Those ages are, indeed, way too young.
I hate cancer too. Both of my parents and my father-in-law died long, drawn-out, painful deaths from one form of cancer or another.
I see my doctor annually and I just realized this year that the blood tests and screenings he performed on me annually are merely to check lipids and cholesterol to rule out heart disease because that's what the myopic puppy mill flow chart he follows blithely tells him is my greatest health threat even though my I eat nutritiously, lead a healthy life style, am not overweight and am near optimal in everything from weight to BP to lipids, etc...
So this year as I was leaving I offhandedly mentioned what I thought was an innocuous superficial concern and he referred me to a dermatologist. She had me take another test, said yikes and referred me to a rheumatologist. She asked me 100 questions, had me take four more tests, said yikes and referred me to a gastrointestinal doctor. He asked me a dozen questions, had me take an ultrasound and said yikes.
So now I have been diagnosed with a syndrome and I have a team of doctors figuring out next steps. They tell me they would've figured it out sooner if I hadn't been white because it's not something white people get. I asked them why they presumed I was white without ever actually asking me about my ancestry.
Again, they were just blindly following flow charts.
So I kind of hate how cursory and uncognitively medical professionals process us.
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I hate medical doctors
everyone hates cancer. I lost my mother to cancer when I was 20, she had just turned 46. Lost my father a few years ago (10) to cancer, he was 75.
Lost my best friend growing up, he was 21, Then lost my best friend at the time a few years ago (5) he was 59.
and of course that's just the top of the list
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Y'all know what I'm talking about. Don't y'all hate it when some random guy from somewhere not even in your own conference drops by uninvited and interrupts everything with inane chatter?
I don't hate it as much as silence
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I'll tell you another something I hate - alzheimer's.
My mother-in-law has it and it has completely changed her.
For the 20 years or so I knew her prior to its onset she was a remarkable individual. She was well-read, knowledgeable, conscientious, and involved.
A few years ago we started noticing noticeably more frequent occurrences of those crazy memory flub duh-moments we all have. Then she almost suddenly started getting worse. She even forgot something burning on the stove and it caused a fire.
We would make gentle inquiries and she would scoff at our concerns and tell us there was nothing wrong with her. You see, that's one of the most insidious things about alzheimers. The people who have it are unable to realize they have it so it's not really their problem. Instead, it's a problem for everyone who loves them.
After my father-in-law passed away, we brought her in to live with us and over the last three years we've watched her spiral more and more into madness. She has no memory, no cognitive ability, there's no way to reason with her. She does the damnedest things. And this once lovely lovable person has become hateful and angry.
I could tell amusing anecdotes about how her mind is so screwed up that she can look at pictures of two 20 year-olds and swear one is the grandmother of the other. I could tell heartbreaking anecdotes about how she doesn't even remember the names of her daughters or sometimes that she even has daughters.
In some ways, she's like a spiteful little door-slamming toddler. But you can indulge toddlers because you know they'll grow up and out of it. When somebody has alzheimers, it just gets worse.
Not to give cancer any credit but when my father had cancer he had a very rough year. My mom had six terrible months. My father-in-law had four terrible months. I wouldn't wish that on anybody.
Alzheimers, however, can go on for years and years. Just getting worse and worse.
When people have cancer, it breaks your heart all to pieces but it doesn't change your opinion of the person. You still love them with all your heart.
When somebody has alzheimer's, it's hard to remember the person they once were. They can spend 70 or 80 years investing in a cache of good will with their thoughtful and pleasant demeanor. With the onset of alzheimer's they can completely deplete that cache, make you thank the lord when they go, and then make you hate yourself for being relieved.
It's such an insidious disease.
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Suck it, alzheimer's
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My grandfather didn't have Alzheimer's but he did have a form of dementia with some similar symptoms.
However, fortunately, he didn't become unpleasant. If anything, he became much sweeter. Even when he didn't remember exactly who we were, he always knew we were his. He'd just refer to all of as as his "kin" which was a really nice thing.
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It seems like every kind of loss is its own kind of hell and I've come to believe there's no use comparing them. Hell is hell, despite the fact that it always seems like things would be better in the other boat. I've definitely thought that at times, how this untenable part of my life would be bearable if it just weren't this way....this is the worst possible situation. A couple times, a few years later I'd wind up in one of the other situations and realize it felt at least as bad, and surely it was worse now, and how stupid I must have been then for thinking that was the worst it could be.
Watching a family member spiraling downhill has got to suck. Like, really bad. I've seen it, but fortunately not with anyone in my immediate family. Watching a vibrant, bright warm person slowly morph into someone with limited cognitive ability be robbed of their memories, the very things that heavily define who we are, has got to be brutal. Just absolutely soul-wrenching. It's hell.
My friend's dad had pancreatic cancer, notorious for presenting no symptoms until it's far too late. So this 64 year old dude is apparently healthy, he's happy, been a handy-man around town for years who is loved by many, spends as much time with his kids and grandkids as any family could ever hope, and demonstrates his love for them clearly and often. Then he goes to the doctor with pain in his torso. "Stage 4 cancer," they tell him, "Go home on hospice and it won't be long." Six days later, he's gone. His poor wife is completely blindsided, his family and friends barely had any time to process. There's a certain numbness that goes with it, but even by the funeral it was starting to sink in.....he was here and we expected years to go with him, now suddenly he's gone. It's a horrific realization that will reveal itself slowly, in stages, over a good year or two. They'd like to be done with it now and begin moving on, but it doesn't work that way. It's only just now starting. It's hell.
My fiance's mom was diagnosed a year and a half before she passed, and only the last 4 months were really bad. Even then there was hope. It wasn't until she declined further dialysis that we knew she would last only days more. Her family had plenty warning that things could end, and then a relatively short period to deal with a really heartbreaking quality of life for the sweet lady. And it still smashed her husband, kids and grandkids, and her poor parents who are both still alive and well. They're in hell, I can see it.
I'd never try to diminish what someone goes through with the loss of a loved one. I'm just no longer convinced there is a better way to go that's easier on the loved ones. Death is death, pain is pain, and loss is loss. There is some psychological research to suggest that personal loss even while seeming objectively worse in certain situations over others appears to affect the bereaved exactly the same, mentally. It's probably confirmation bias on my part, but I find that easy to believe.
My pastor growing up used to say that for the person going to heaven, this life for better or worse is the only hell they will ever know. I get some comfort from that.
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I want to live a long healthy life and die in a stunning fashion that will give people something to talk about. When I go I want my bio to read something like this:
Hooky Hornstein went to be with Jesus Monday morning. He was 94 years old.
He is survived by his new bride of six months, Heather Tiffany nee Alba Hornstein, 19, their expectant baby, four grown sons from a previous marriage, 16 grandchildren, and 68 great-granchildren.
Mr, Hornstein, the 2041 and 2053 Pulitzer Prize winner for lierature was wheeling his garbage to the curb when witnesses say he was viciously attacked by a rabin lion that had escaped from the San Antonio zoo several days before and had left a bloody wake of over one dozen deaths.
Mr. Hornstein’s fierceness, tenacity and self-preservation is being credited with enabling authorities to recapture the lion that was found severely maimed near by.
Rescue workers discovered the lion’s severed ear in Mr. Hornstein’s mouth and the lion’s scroctum and testes in Mr. Hornstein’s left hand.
“Old bastard put up a fight,” said Police Chief Junior Moyers IV.
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Good one CH
As for me I want to go as Im pushing my last dollar on the bar
My kids dont like that much but hey go out and make your own fortune
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Many times in life I have had oopsy moments where my guardian angels have had to step in.
You know the kind...
Replace a ceiling fan, go to turn the switch on and see it's already on.
Get sick of a dull blade on the circular saw, replace it, go to plug the thing back in and see you forgot to unplug it.
I have about four of those a year. One of these days one of them is bound to get me. Probably won't actually kill me. More likely to give me pain and consternation.
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those are called ah ha moments
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I hate people who claim their dog is smarter than your kid.
Walk up to any little kid, ask ‘em their name and they’ll probably tell you their name and more. Like “ I’m Samantha and I’m four.”
You can’t get that kind of information out of a dog.
If some damn terminally lonely misanthropic nerdly boy wants to obsess over his relationship with a poor dumb animal who has little choice but to hang out with him when no one else will, that’s one thing. If he wants to marvel at the intellect of this buttsniffing, garbage eating, loser-accepting canine, that’s fine too.
But when they want to contemptuously insult the youngest of the human race that’s just going too far.
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So I possess this inate charm that makes me irresistible. You’ve probably all noticed it. Every day lovely ladies twitter about me with smiles and flirting and teasing and it’s clear to me I live in a Luby’s world where LouAnn platters are just laid out for the taking.
But I wouldn’t and you know why?
I hate in-laws.
I ought to start a thread called stupid shit my in-laws do. I could tell stories all nigt, but I’ll tell you one right now off the bat just to illustrate how horrible on-laws can be.
My in-laws used to keep this big green breadloaf-sized tupperware in their pantry where they would dump crackers and cookies remaining from opened but unfinished packages.
It had Ritz crackers, Oreos, saltines, Club Crackers, Girl Scout Cookies, etc... but it was a horrible mess.
The stuff in the box looked all right but it had changed. They weren’t cookies or crackers anymore. Regardless of what they once had been and still looked like, they all tasted like old salty graham crackers.
It was like the Auschwich of cookie jars.
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You have to ask yourself what kind of sick depraved people would do such things?
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I also hate when people say that a dog's mouth is cleaner than a human's. Nope, your dog just ate 3-day-old poop. Its mouth is not cleaner than mine you deluded sack of crap.
But I definitely want some more in-law stories. Mine are pretty great, despite being Aggies. So I can only experience bad in-law moments vicariously through others.
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I don't want to get religious but my in-laws and I share the same general theology but belonged to different denominations therein. The difference basically boils down to two things:
In one denomination you baptize adults to celebrate their faith. In the other denomination you baptize babies to celebrate God's grace, believing faith will come later.
We never argued about that. We were like, "eh... who cares?"
Where our denominations diverged to the point of argument is when people die. When people in my denomination die, church ladies serve the family fried chicken back at the church in the fellowship hall after the graveside service. In my in-laws' denomination die, church ladies serve the family finger sandwiches back at the church in the fellowship hall after the graveside service.
Finger fricking sandwich.
You faithfully attend and support a church for 50 years and when you die, they give your grieving family finger nasty soggy little tuna fish sandwiches on white bread with the crust cut off.
Yuck. That's another thing I hate. Sandwich spreads.
Now I'm not picky and I can eat most anything and when it comes to sandwiches I'm down for Dagwoods. I want deli meat, I want deli cheese, I want green leaf lettuce, sliced tomatoes, red onions, bean spouts, spicy mustard. I'll take what you got - as long as it's a sandwich. And in a pinch, I've been known to practically live on peanut butter sandwiches.
But don't give me egg salad, tuna salad or pimento cheese. Don't give me deviled ham. And don't give it to me on white bread with the crust cut off four hours after you made it. I'd rather take a beating from chrechnian henchmen than stuff that vile crap in my mouth.
But my in-laws loved it so every time I'd go to their house that's what they'd try to feed me. And when I politely declined they would deride me.
You don't like sandwiches?
What's wrong with you?
I never met anybody that didn't like sandwiches.
Blah blah blah
Over time I learned my in-laws didn't like Chinese food, Thai food, Vietnamese food and scarcely even liked Mexican food. They whined if anything was too spicy They liked their beef overcooked to the point of being shoe leather.
They didn't like coconut! Or cilantro!
In other words, they were the pickiest eaters I ever met yet they ridiculed me because their nasty soggy sandwiches triggered my gag reflex.
Yeah. That's the kind of stuff you have to put up with with in-laws.
Ironically, now that I'm older, I left my denomination and joined theirs but I've told my kids that when I die I want them all to skip the church lady reception back at the church after the graveside service and go buy fried chicken instead.
You can't send off loved ones without eating fried chicken.
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I'm good with fried chicken OR finger sandwiches. But the church ladies at my church growing up (and still my folks' church) always did pot luck casseroles. Some are good, some are bad, but after you've had them a few dozen times, they're all the same.
Also, isn't your i s c & a wife a spicy Latina? I thought I recalled that being the case? And her parents don't like Mexican food...?
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It was like the Auschwich of cookie jars.
First off, that’s a great line. Well done. My question surrounds the actual use of cookie jars. In my whole life the only person I’ve ever known to ever use a cookie jar is my paternal grandmother. She would buy cookies from the store, take them out of the package, and put them in a jar. Fudge stripes were her cookie of choice.
How many people use cookie jars?
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Coming from a family of 3 boys my mom didnt use a cookie jar as that would have indicated that we had cookies which if so didnt last very long
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We have a cookie jar but it is filled with dog treats. The dogs are smart enough to know the treats are in it (although likely NOT smarter than your kids, haha), and anytime someone even touches the jar for any reason they get all excited and try to earn one of the treats.
I had to take the dogs over to my parents house for the weekend while we went out to the lake, and I was really glad the husband-type wasn't with me for the drop off/pick up, or I'd be hearing an earful about his "in-laws" and their messy habits. I love my parents dearly, and they have had a really busy summer, but their hoarding tendencies are really out of hand right now and even I was a bit taken aback by how badly their house looks right now (after growing up with them and their chaotic ways). Usually there's a few rooms that are decent-to-acceptable, as far as being able to open/close the door & walk around, or even have some clear space or visible surfaces. There wasn't much of that this time and almost all the rooms are jam-packed with stuff piled up nearly the ceiling, and even the kitchen didn't have any clear counter space and was piled up with stuff. I mean, the trash gets taken out and the dishes get cleaned, so it's not dirty trash, but just STUFF piled up everywhere - toys, clothes, random sewing projects that got abandoned, papers galore... pretty much what all the houses on Hoarders look like in the "before" cleanup images.
When they told me my sister's family was coming to stay with them at the end of the month, I offered some clean-up help if they wanted extra hands for the effort, so that my poor brother-in-law wouldn't have to be staying there with all that mess, as I'm not sure if he's ever seen it that bad. However if it's still that bad when they come, I can guarantee my sister throws a conniption fit about the state of the house, as she always seems much more bothered by it than I ever was.
Polar opposite of MY in-laws, though, who are a military family and would be the type to put plastic covers on the couches. They don't, but they are totally that type of household. Not one thing out of order, not one dying plant or random stack of papers, and I'm almost afraid to touch or move anything there for fear of it being noticed or leaving a fingerprint.
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Coming from a family of 3 boys my mom didnt use a cookie jar as that would have indicated that we had cookies which if so didnt last very long
My mom used to buy those 32 oz glass bottles of Coke and expect one to last us a week. My brothers and I would slam that thing before even made it to the fridge. Mom would be so angry.
And to think - today people drink a 44 oz, possibly twice a day.
Anyone remember how thick the glass was on those bottles? You could brain someone with one of those things.
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I don’t know about you guys but when I die I want to die peacefully in my sleep just like my grandpa. Not screaming and hollering like his passengers.
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There's no way we could have a cookie jar.
My teenage son runs cross country and has a metabolic rate about 5X mine, and cookies and chips have a very short half-life in our house. We affectionately call him "the locust" because he comes home and pretty much mows through any innocent bag of chips or cookies in minimal time.
And to make matters even more rapid, if one of his similarly metabolizing friends comes home with him, they can mow through any and all teenage-approved edibles in maybe 30 min flat.
And, even though we try to hide them, it's all fruitless, as he has a 6th sense that helps him locate any stray edible regardless of how much subterfuge we might use.
So, a cookie jar would just be perennially empty in our household. It would be a total waste of space for us.
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My mom used to buy those 32 oz glass bottles of Coke and expect one to last us a week. My brothers and I would slam that thing before even made it to the fridge. Mom would be so angry.
And to think - today people drink a 44 oz, possibly twice a day.
Anyone remember how thick the glass was on those bottles? You could brain someone with one of those things.
never forget the time I took a 12 oz bottle of Coke out of the fridge and guzzled the whole thing in front of my mother
she did not approve
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That's another thing I hate. Sandwich spreads.
Now I'm not picky and I can eat most anything and when it comes to sandwiches I'm down for Dagwoods. I want deli meat, I want deli cheese, I want green leaf lettuce, sliced tomatoes, red onions, bean spouts, spicy mustard. I'll take what you got - as long as it's a sandwich. And in a pinch, I've been known to practically live on peanut butter sandwiches.
But don't give me egg salad, tuna salad or pimento cheese. Don't give me deviled ham. And don't give it to me on white bread with the crust cut off four hours after you made it. I'd rather take a beating from chrechnian henchmen than stuff that vile crap in my mouth.
I'm not picky, will eat almost anything, and I will eat sandwich spreads. Ate them many times at my Ex-wife's family.
but, I don't care for it a tall and really don't enjoy it. Only force it down to be polite
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At my church growing up, they tended to serve grieving families gumbo or brisket. What kind of weird denominations ARE you people??
Actually come to think of it, that does sound a bit celebratory, doesn't it? Maybe the people at my home church were HAPPY that people in other families died. Meh....the Bible does say to rejoice at death, somewhere, I think. Maybe they're just taking that bit very literally?
So I'm brand new to the in-law world, but there is enough dichotomy between my wife's two dad-figures to give me whiplash from one extreme to the other. Her biological dad is an atheist who thinks believers are delusional, though he's down for a bit of Buddhism and some bits of other things, just so long as it isn't Christianity. He's a super nice guy, but he does like to start arguments in that regard, usually getting flustered and leaving me wondering why he brought it up in the first place, then. Her step-dad (who is kind of dad #2, came into her life when she was 12, was around far more than her real dad for several years, thinks of her as his own daughter) is--and I'm trying to be delicate here--a fundamentalist wack-job. He is personally a very likable man and I enjoy being around him in spurts. But his church is crazy. I think they're probably one short step away from being snake handlers. My new sister-in-law is married to the pastor of that church, so.....yeah. My brother-in-law is immune to all the above and is a super cool guy, but he's an alcoholic, which comes with its own problems.
My mother-in-law is dead and hasn't given me one minute's grief.
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the Bro-in-law is super cool and immune for one reason
he medicates
Good Luck
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Oh, that reminds me......I got married, if it's any interest to anyone. There's now a Mrs. DeTiger.
She's really a Mrs. Longhorn, though. I always knew I'd marry a Longhorn fan.
I finally took BC's advice and "wifed the broad."
This season she's trying to learn the intricacies of my fandom. We play Auburn this week and she asked me how do we (I) think of them. I told her we don't like them on general principle, because they are Auburn, and Auburn sucks. I told her to think of them like how she thinks of Oklahoma, only with less success and more cheating.
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more cheating than the land thieves?!?!?!
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Wow, congrats MDT!
I hope your marriage is as good for you as mine has been for me. I couldn't have been any more lucky. I hope the same is true for you.
In-laws, well, what we can say bout in-laws? Definitely a mixed bag, and I think that's true for most any family out there. My own story is traveling to Argentina, with little knowledge of Spanish at the time, to become a member of her family. I was immediately accepted by her maternal grandmother, but her mother is right out of a Latin novela (and unfortunately her father passed long ago, and all consider him a true gentleman - there are so many times I could have used his help!) Fortunately my wife's sister's husband, who is French, and I have bonded together to form our own mini-son-in-law's club, and give each other much aid and assistance as we navigate those sometimes choppy son-in-law waters.
But despite the language barrier and the raised eyebrows of who the hell is this to come here and marry my daughter, I was still able to sort things out pretty quickly. It's funny that when you are in another culture, immersed, and without much capacity in the language, and you're mostly reading body language, you still get the story of who's good and who's to be avoided. There are some real princes and princesses in her family, and then there are those who are, well, not.
Honeymoon plans (maybe past tense now)?
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My mother-in-law is dead and hasn't given me one minute's grief.
You lucky bastard.
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Just kidding. May the good lord bless and keep her soul.
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Oh, that reminds me......I got married, if it's any interest to anyone. There's now a Mrs. DeTiger.
She's really a Mrs. Longhorn, though. I always knew I'd marry a Longhorn fan.
I finally took BC's advice and "wifed the broad."
This season she's trying to learn the intricacies of my fandom. We play Auburn this week and she asked me how do we (I) think of them. I told her we don't like them on general principle, because they are Auburn, and Auburn sucks. I told her to think of them like how she thinks of Oklahoma, only with less success and more cheating.
Congratulations. I saw something on FB that made me think you were up to something like that but I wasn't going to pry and I figured you'd tell us when you were ready.
And of course I clicked your wife's name and cyberstalked her photos and timeline for a good three or four minutes.
Nice job, Amos. I'm sure she has a great personality, a wonderful moral compass, and an entertaining intellect, but you know what? She ain't ugly. I believe she's what one might call a fetching lass. Way to go.
Many blessings!
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So I'm in East Texas this week where folks are more likely to die of heart disease than starvation. Good Lord do they fry everything or what?
And I needed to take a little break so I walked around the courthouse square and came upon a woman in some bushes spying on her husband working at a job site across the street. I could tell because of what she was saying to somebody on her cell phone about how he was at work and that was good because if he hadn't been she was going to find out what he was up to and give him a piece of her mind.
As I continued my walk, it occurred to me that it never ceases to amaze me the lengths to which a lot of women will go to hold their men accountable. Seems like a lot of work to me.
Lord knows there are angry, abusive, controlling men in this world who do that much and more, but I like to imagine they're a small minority and the rest of us are just kind of "whatever" guys who have learned to accept whatever our wives are up to and not worry about it or over-analyze it too much. We're like whatever.
So it never ceases to amaze us when we stumble upon traps or trip over surveillance or discover our wives know so much more about every secret of our life than even we know. It's like creepy.
But whatever.
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Just kidding. May the good lord bless and keep her soul.
you're not kidding
you just don't want to rile the Gods
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Sounds to me like that small-town East Texas courthouse-stalking lady needs a job. I can't imagine my i s c & a aggie wife ever having the time or energy to check up on me. And vice versa.
And congrats, MDT!
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if ya don't have kids, then ya got too much time on yer hands
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Thanks, doods.
Fred, I get a kick out of imagining a fish-out-of-water American fumbling their way through the nuances of Argentinian culture and finding an ally with a French guy. No French people involved for me, but it reminds me of when I first moved to Austin and found myself on a variety of adventures with the Brazilian population, during which I found my two years of high school Spanish wholly inadequate.
Anyway, we married in a quiet ceremony with just her pastor and our immediate family the Friday before Labor Day, so we're back from the honeymoon already. She had her big blowout wedding when she was younger and wasn't interested in anything like that again. And me, well....I could care less and was happy for a low-hassle affair.
Since we're in the "Know What I Hate?" thread, it made me think about and reconsider something. CharleyHorse is right, I do consider my new bride a pretty lady. He's also right about all the other great qualities she possesses. And as I mentioned here once before, causing BC to tell me to "wife the broad," she's super low maintenance, loves to watch sports and loves to cook. Now that may not be everybody's cup of tea, but you could hardly invent a better woman to catch my eye. So you might wonder, how in the world did I land such a girl?
The answer, I think, lies in perhaps what is a silver lining to one of the things I've always hated. I'm referring to assholes. The people, not the biological organ. The world has always had them, and when the Internet came along I think we learned there were a lot more assholes lurking in the general population than we ever assumed. They can ruin your day by being unpleasant. They can make things difficult at work. They might try to rain on your parade when things are going well for you. Cranky, cantankerous, petulant dicks. How often have we wished the world were devoid of assholes? I mean, what good are they anyway?
Well as it turns out, I think there's at least one purpose they can serve. See, my wife's ex-husband was a complete asshole. I'm convinced that because of him she sees me a lot like how I see her. I'm kinda Joe Average in most regards, but because her reference point is years of marriage to an asshole, to her I seem like friggin' Prince Charming. Then it dawned on me....come to think of it, I've known quite a few women who wouldn't give good, average joes the time of day, until AFTER they had been dumped on by an asshole or two and figured out what was important in life. Then her and average joe would connect and those couples are happily married to this day.
So while I still kinda hate them, I think the Good Lord knew what he was doing after all. Assholes give regular guys such as myself the chance to snag awesome women. Without assholes, maybe I and many others would be sitting around still single.
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I’m on my work device at the moment so I can’t use his vernacular but Amos’ observations about bad people reminds me of a trailer I saw at the theater the other night for an upcoming movie called “Assassination Nation” or”Assassination America” or something like that.
The whole premise seemed to be about all of the bad people getting exposed and acting out. The voiceover basically asks rhetorically how many bad people do you think there are and replies “More than you’d think.”
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have youse guys seen the billboards that state: "Texting and driving make good people look bad"?
Wondered if it was a national campaign slogan
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I hate the message board drive-bys that start happening around this time of year. So there one is, on one's favorite LSU blog, when suddenly the peace and tranquility is disrupted as one realizes that Miami had a good season last year, so it's time for their fans to crawl out of the woodwork and act like they know something about football. Too bad they still won't crawl to their home games. Still, I suppose it's good for something to occupy their time other than having herpes.
Y'all know what I'm talking about. Don't y'all hate it when some random guy from somewhere not even in your own conference drops by uninvited and interrupts everything with inane chatter?
Nebraska fans do this all the time.... This year, I think it is worse with the Frost optimism.
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^^^^
icwudt :)
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:)
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Entropy?
Well, hello.
This is like old home week or something. Who's next? Wingnut?
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What was the name of our token Ohio State fan who used to hang out on the Texas thread (aka original Back Porch) back on cnnsi circa 1998?
He was a young kid who liked grilled cheese sandwiches.
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I hate it when you go to Subway and there’s only a few people ahead of you but the guy right in front of you pulls out a list or his phone and says, “Yeah... I need 12 different sandwiches...”
I have no problem with people buying a dozen breakfast tacos or two dozen doughnuts. Those processes are relatively fast. But buying sandwiches for absent people or sending the stupidest person in the office to buy a sandwich for everybody is just inconsiderate.
And you know it’s always the dumbest person because they always get so confused and say stupid things like, “wait... is that the third spicy Italian? I didn’t want cheese on that but I did want it toasted.”
You don’t have issues like that when you’re following one sandwich down the line. List man always has those problems.
I don’t mind parents ordering three or four sandwiches for kids waiting at tables because it keeps the adorable little obnoxious brats out of the line.
But 12 sandwich list guy needs to roll in around 3:00 when he can monopolize Subway without ruining everyone’s day.
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He was called "buckeye fan" as I recall...
And the same thing happens at Freebird's and Chipotle and the various wrap places. Just excruciating. They can call those in or do them online, too. But no. They'd rather hog the line and get all the orders wrong.
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Thanks, doods.
Fred, I get a kick out of imagining a fish-out-of-water American fumbling their way through the nuances of Argentinian culture and finding an ally with a French guy.
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So while I still kinda hate them, I think the Good Lord knew what he was doing after all. Assholes give regular guys such as myself the chance to snag awesome women. Without assholes, maybe I and many others would be sitting around still single.
Your words are once again wise, MDT. I think you're much more than an average joe, fwiw, and your point is truly profound, and it leads me to expand my "Argentine welcome" story a bit, as I got huge leverage into acceptability there by virtue of an "asshole" who appeared on the scene, almost as if on cue.
This is a long story, so apologies for that in advance, but it requires some set up.
Okay - quick take. 1987. Me: I'm a decent looking guy but no heartthrob by any stretch, who drives a truck, has a mess of unruly hair, wears cutoffs, and thinks deep, naive thoughts about the world etc. Her: way out of my league, easily in the top 10% looks wise, as a foreign exchange student was voted the homecoming queen at her US high school in upstate NY (before she knew what homecoming or even american football was), very intelligent, quick with a laugh, kind and considerate, having just finished a BS in architecture at UT-A and working in a local arch firm, with a very protective family in Argentina who are still living in the 1950s when it comes to old world civility.
Amazingly, and I have no real explanation for this outside of dumb ass luck on my part, we become a couple and spend a lot of time together in Texas and then move to Virginia, and now it's 1989. Time to visit the family. Not engaged, yet.
December. She flies to Buenos Aires a few days ahead of me. Then I arrive, after having worked for days without sleep to finish term papers and final exams (grad sch). It's an all-night flight and I step bleary-eyed into a totally different world. They pick me up (my gf and mother) in a hired car and we go to her mother’s apartment. Right away I'm being escorted to a barber shop on the next block (BA is a dense city) to get cleaned up, and soon am sporting a new tie and blazer that was waiting for me and we go meet the Abuela for afternoon tea.
Abuela had a 40-year old parrot named Pepe, and he and I communicated well, but otherwise my paltry Spanish allowed me to understand only bits and pieces of 4-5 hours of this formal tea-time dialogue. One thing that was kind of interesting though was that when Abuela put the cloth napkins out for tea, she had one for each of us, and my gf and I were sitting next to each other, and she had our napkins sitting on top of one another. She had a sparkle in her eye.
Next day. A formal family dinner in the house of the aunt. My wife's uncle was the sole surviving heir of a famous general after whom many streets and towns in Argentina are named, and so I learned a lot about Argentine history, etc (via translation). At the dinner was my wife's cousin, Alex, who's about the same age and was also single (they were both upper 20s). There was always a bit of a rivalry between them, and little did anyone know, but Alex had an unknown boyfriend coming by to take her out after this dinner. So, we were past dessert and now sitting in the parlor with an after-dinner tea, and suddenly the doorbell rang.
At the door, a rough-looking fellow was standing there, asking to take Alex out, and he walked in and met everyone. He wore only a regular shirt and jeans (whereas the uncle and I both wore suits) and no one knew him. He was not very refined, was a mason with no college degree, and was a bit older. My gf and I were invited to join them, and so off we went, to a club and had beers, etc. It was actually an okay time – he wasn’t bad once you got to know him.
But, that was not how he was perceived back at the aunt’s house! After we left, the conversation was not about me, but about this guy (who was called "este tipo" and believe me you do not want to be called a "tipo" in Argentina). Who the hell was he? What is his background? Why was he so badly dressed? Did he have no respect? Were the three of us safe in going out with him? What was Alex thinking, etc. The whole thing was summarized this way by the Abuela (translated):
"This guy seems to me to be a vulture (“un buitre”, which sounds even worse in Spanish than vulture does in English), while Fred is a dove".
So, while I wouldn’t really call this guy an “asshole” per se, he kind of stumbled into the part. And I’m forever thankful.
You can just call me "la paloma" - lol
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UT-Austin?
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Arlington ... and I was going to UT-D at the time. So, we both have UT degrees but not from the mother ship. Our courtship was all over the DFW area, which is why I'll always love it there despite all the flaws of the metro area.
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Well the DFW Metroplex is culturally more Okie/Arkie than Texan any way.
They don’t even have proper HEBs.
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After I fell into my lifelong Argentine trance, I was introduced to all the cultural places of DFW, like the Kimbell Art Museum etc. I’d go anywhere she wanted, anywhere I could be with her, anywhere I could hold her hand, and bask in the glow of her smile, including all manner of plays, concerts, museums, and even ... pause ... the opera!
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I finally took BC's advice and "wifed the broad."
Never listen to me if drinking is not involved.
In any case, I'm sure you made a great choice. Congrats.
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Fred, you have an excellent memory.
I don't have a story to rival that, but I do have one almost as old.
In 1992 my family moved to Macon, GA for a couple years. In 1994 I was 15 years old, was kind of a gangly kid, and had a weird sense of humor that most people didn't know what to do with. It didn't help that I was "not yet out of my shell" as my mom put it. One of my best church friends, Dennis, was a couple years old than me, had a car and was usually nice enough to drive me around. He was also very nice looking and had a charming personality, and girls generally were attracted to him.
One day a 17 year old girl came for a few weeks to visit family at that church, and she was drop-dead gorgeous, I thought. Well, we all thought. There wasn't a boy in the youth group who didn't slobber over her. We had some very nice girls at our church, and of course they were nice enough to ask her to socialize with us, and of course all the guys were more eager than usual to be in on it. But of course Dennis had the easiest time talking to her, because he had an easy time talking to everyone. She wound up going out with us several times, but--it seemed inevitable--she rode with Dennis and he got to take her around and spend the most time with her. Because he was usually my ride, I wound up in the backseat a few times feeling like a third wheel, but I didn't care. I was just enjoying daydreaming about being two or three years older so the girl in the front seat wouldn't think I was a just a kid. And about being very handsome so she'd notice me more. And about being comfortable enough with myself to talk to her. And about knowing what to say if I could talk to her. I really liked my friend Dennis, who at that time was more like a big brother to me, but for that couple of weeks I was kinda jealous of him. He remarked to me several times how gorgeous she was, how smitten he was, how he wished he had the means to keep up with her after she left, or that she would move there.....all I could do was agree with him.
She was from Beaumont, TX, and I think I only remembered that because it's rather close to where my family comes from in Louisiana, and I thought that was a small world....me growing up in Baton Rouge, this girl from near where my folks originate and where I frequently visit my grandparents, but meeting way off over in Georgia.
But the moment passed, she was gone in a couple of weeks and despite the time I spent around her, I'd barely gotten two sentences out. When not visiting her family, she'd spent most of her time with my buddy. Not long after that my folks moved to southwest Louisiana, and I remember thinking how that was close to Beaumont, and maybe I'd see her again sometime.
But I never did. I continued growing up, slowly becoming less awkward, perhaps more personable--never losing my odd sense of humor that I still swear most people don't get, though--and finishing high school and then college. In those years I became a bit of an in-demand musician in my area, particularly in churches. I spent a lot of time in Beaumont for the next 9ish years meeting people, playing music, chasing girls, and I always remembered her...I knew she almost certainly was affiliated with one of the churches I had connections to...but I never saw her again. Life went on.....I moved to Austin, thought I would be married a few times, but things didn't work out for various reasons, then eventually moved back home, and she.....well, she married fairly young.
To an asshole.
Three years ago the miracle of facebook suggested via mutual friends that she could be "People you may know." There was no mistaking her, she looked exactly the same to me. So we dated for a while and then as BC put it, I wife'd the broad, 24 years after wishing I could get a girl like that. I consider it a win for awkward teenage daydreamers everywhere.
I still see Dennis on facebook sometimes, and more than once I've had an overwhelming urge to send him a message to the effect of "HA! I GOT THE GIRL!!!!"
Confirming my suspicions that I was utterly unspectacular as a kid, my wife doesn't remember any of this. She remembers the trip to GA, vaguely remembers Dennis, and me not at all.
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I looked at that post and swore I wouldn't read it. It was too long.
But I thought I ought to at least read a few lines. It went left, it went right. It was about Macon, Georgia, and youth groups and car, some dude named Dennis, and a Beaumont and Facebook. It zigged, it zagged. It corkscrewed.
Before I knew it I had read the whole thing and in the end I was overcome by a sense of hmm like I haven't felt since Paul Harvey went off the air.
That was truly extraordinary. I'm glad I read it.
Now I'm thinking I should go back and read Fred's TL; DR post too.
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Okay I went back and read Cousin Fred's post verbatim. I was shocked to learn Alex was female. When you first introduced the cousin as Alex, I assumed she was a guy.
You know what happens when you assume.
It wasn't until you said the guy who came for Alex was taking her out until I shifted gears and realized the juxtaposed comparative relationship was this instead of that.
Very tricky, Cousin Fred. You're a regular Mark Twain. You had me reeled in hook, line and sinker. You dove you.
I want to hear more about the parrot.
And the two pretty young female cousins, with boyfriends (one uncouth and one a foreigner) reminded me of an Argentine movie I saw on Netflix not long ago, called "Desire." You should check it out. I love the house it was filmed in. I want that house or one just like it.
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The story teller in me feels compelled to spin a yarn but I can't top those two. They were both beautiful and magical.
Thank you for sharing, Cousin Fred and Amos.
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fake news:
https://binged.it/2D1OIIi (https://binged.it/2D1OIIi)
I long for the days when we just reported things..
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fake news:
https://binged.it/2D1OIIi (https://binged.it/2D1OIIi)
I long for the days when we just reported things..
The wife and I chuckled over that one all weekend.
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I've always enjoyed Mike's odd sense of humor
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Buffeting.
Why is it that no vehicle built this century can be driven with the back windows down and the front windows up without making a helicopter sound?
I don't remember this being a problem with 1965 Chevy Impalas.
What has this world come to?
I hate buffeting.
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some smart guy will tell you in great detail
I assume it's because cars made this century try to be very aerodynamic for fuel mileage and when the back winder is opened it causes turbulence.
I can usually combat that horrific noise by opening the slider rear window of my truck. You know, the one that is usually used to grab beers out of the cooler in the truck box.
Remember when kids were allowed to ride in the box of a pickup? that was some good clean living
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Remember when kids were allowed to ride in the box of a pickup?
1) The "box"?
2) Did they make a law or something against it?
3) I remember my uncle flying down a county road, me and my cousins just sittin on the open tailgate drinkin Fanta Oranges. Legs just a swingin. "I'm Your Boogie Man" had just come out and we were singing it aloud. I have no idea how none of us were thrown off that tailgate.
Country roads, take me home.
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us poor yankees call the bed of the pickup truck a box if it has 3 sides and a tailgate
if it's just a flat bed, we call it a flat bed
doesn't really look like a bed, but I have slept in/on one
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The last few years, I’ve purchased new-for-me vehicles in the spring and took advantage of SiriusXM 3 months free during the dog days of summer. Thus prompting SiriusXM to send me scores of emails, calls, letters and post cards to entice me with their always amazing “best deal” yet.
Sometimes it is 6 months for $30. Sometimes it is 5 months for $25. It has been 3 months for $15 and even 12 months for $60.
I feel like the dude in Green Eggs and Ham. It’s just unbelievable how they seem to think one deal divisible by $5/month will someday suddenly appeal to me more than any other group of months at $5.
Maybe I should just pick a random amount like $55 and hold out until they guess 11 months.
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In Texas it is illegal to transport anyone under 18 in the bed of a pickup
There are some exceptions to this but Im not going to go into them as Im
a very busy man and got things to do
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I like beds and I like boxes
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Im a very busy man and got things to do
POTD
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Nobody's got a chunk of money anymore, but anybody can shave off $20 month for something, and pay twice for it over time.
I don't know how lower middle-class households live without a bookkeeper to keep track of all monthly and weekly obligations. I guess they just wait for the phone call.
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my bookkeeper is forgetful and lazy
So, I'm encouraged to use the one time full payment option at all times
yup, I'm the bookkeeper
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Today I was reminded of something I hate: poky a-holes.
Poky a-holes sounds like poking a-holes, but that’s a horse of a different and... (drum roll please) we’re not going to get... in... to that, right now. SWIDT?
Poky a-holes is the ax I want to grind.
In life we go at different speeds. Sometimes in a motorized vehicle or on foot we have to slow down to accommodate the slower (aka poky) ones. It’s ok.
And sometimes in life we encounter a-holes. It can be disheartening or entertaining. Thing about a-holes though is that they’re honest with their feelings. It’s ok.
But poky a-holes. The mix is too strong and too hurtful. Let me tell you what I mean.
A car pulls out in front of you and slows you down while there’s no room to pass. They’re poky but they’re not actually a poky a-hole until you see them look right at you in their review mirror and take thir foot off the accelerator to go even slower.
Or you’re coming out a door of a business as someone else is coming in. You step aside to be a gentleman. There’s a smile on your face and no malice in your heart. But the the recipient of your kindness perceptibly slows down. Now they’re not only large but they seem to have acquired a temporary limp. Poky a-hole.
You’re driving home through your neighborhood at 25 or 30 miles an hour. You don’t want to run over anybody. A couple in their 60s are jaywalking so you ease to a complete stop as they slow their pace and give you the stink eye. Poky a-holes.
Where do these people come from? Why are they so hateful and ugly?
Back in the day, back on the Easide, young brothers would occasionally strut slowly across the path of traffic. But they always had big shit eating grins on their face and a ready laugh when they made you chuckle. You could tell they meant no harm they were just having fun.
Now it’s folks of all colors. Milfs in Hondas, elderly people, middle aged folks young couples.
Rude, poky a-holes angry at people just like themselves for just doing the same thing in the same place at the same time.
What has this world come to?
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the poky a-hole that is driving plenty slow until you decide to pass, then they put down their phone or just decide to speed up because they notice you're passing. Then for a few miles they drive fast enough to be right on your ass.
Eventually they go back to their poky speed and leave you alone
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Reminds of back in the early 90's when Denis Leary had a video on MTV, song called "Asshole" that included the lyrics:
I'll drive really slow
in the ultra-fast lane
while people behind me
are going insane
'cuz I'm an asshooooooooole......
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Gap closers.
I hate gap closers.
I live for gaps.
People who close gaps are just hateful and inconsiderate.
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Reminds of back in the early 90's when Denis Leary had a video on MTV, song called "Asshole" that included the lyrics:
I'll drive really slow
in the ultra-fast lane
while people behind me
are going insane
'cuz I'm an asshooooooooole......
He was the step dad in Sand Lot.
And whenever I hear the dude on the Home Depot commercial it sounds like Roddy McDowall doing a Denis Leary imitation.
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I hate the poky a-hole pedestrian in a parking lot, that crosses the driving lane walking slowly on a diagonal, taking up way more time than if they simply crossed directly at a perpindicular.
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Gap closers.
I hate gap closers.
I live for gaps.
People who close gaps are just hateful and inconsiderate.
Yes, ISWYDT
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Gap closers.
I hate gap closers.
I live for gaps.
People who close gaps are just hateful and inconsiderate.
My sister once told a story years ago about how she liked to box in the speeders on the highways. Like, she would purposefully pull into the fast lane and go the same speed as a Uhaul or Mac Truck that's in the slow lane just to keep cars from flying over 80+ down the highway. She felt she was doing people favors by slowing down the speeders, but I had to break it to her that she was not following the laws of the road and could even get herself into a road rage sitch here in TX with all those gun-toting maniacs everywhere. I certainly hope she doesn't get her jollies doing this anymore, I think everyone in the room at the time she told us this were gasping and appalled that she would think that was okay.
But it wasn't the first time I discovered my sister is kind of an asshole.
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some folks just can't help themselves
they simply can't conform to society
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When we are 6 year-old first-graders, we all experiment with being tattle tales. Most of us soon learn that nobody likes a tattle tale and snitches get stitches. If that wasn't enough, seventh-grade gossip will enforce the concept by adding a little lesson about glass houses.
But amazingly there are some who slip through all of that and still imagine God put them on this earth to be their brother's keeper.
These folks tend to be 7th grade social studies teachers, mall cops and HOA board members.
Folks like that are especially bothersome in conservative Christian churches where they are wont to claim that such nosy interference is a manifestation of the fruits of spirit called discernment and exhortation.
Personally, I like my exhortation to be a tad more encouraging and less critical but what's a feller to do?
In hind sight, Baylor probably should've admitted more kids with those "gifts."
Butt a la ass, I digress.
I don't like keepers. I don't like to be kept. I like to run wild and free.
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us poor yankees call the bed of the pickup truck a box if it has 3 sides and a tailgate
if it's just a flat bed, we call it a flat bed
doesn't really look like a bed, but I have slept in/on one
a flatbed is where the high class girls from Oklahoma have sex.
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Today I was reminded of something I hate: poky a-holes.
Poky a-holes sounds like poking a-holes, but that’s a horse of a different and... (drum roll please) we’re not going to get... in... to that, right now. SWIDT?
Poky a-holes is the ax I want to grind.
In life we go at different speeds. Sometimes in a motorized vehicle or on foot we have to slow down to accommodate the slower (aka poky) ones. It’s ok.
And sometimes in life we encounter a-holes. It can be disheartening or entertaining. Thing about a-holes though is that they’re honest with their feelings. It’s ok.
But poky a-holes. The mix is too strong and too hurtful. Let me tell you what I mean.
A car pulls out in front of you and slows you down while there’s no room to pass. They’re poky but they’re not actually a poky a-hole until you see them look right at you in their review mirror and take thir foot off the accelerator to go even slower.
Or you’re coming out a door of a business as someone else is coming in. You step aside to be a gentleman. There’s a smile on your face and no malice in your heart. But the the recipient of your kindness perceptibly slows down. Now they’re not only large but they seem to have acquired a temporary limp. Poky a-hole.
You’re driving home through your neighborhood at 25 or 30 miles an hour. You don’t want to run over anybody. A couple in their 60s are jaywalking so you ease to a complete stop as they slow their pace and give you the stink eye. Poky a-holes.
Where do these people come from? Why are they so hateful and ugly?
Back in the day, back on the Easide, young brothers would occasionally strut slowly across the path of traffic. But they always had big shit eating grins on their face and a ready laugh when they made you chuckle. You could tell they meant no harm they were just having fun.
Now it’s folks of all colors. Milfs in Hondas, elderly people, middle aged folks young couples.
Rude, poky a-holes angry at people just like themselves for just doing the same thing in the same place at the same time.
What has this world come to?
this is why I could never go back and live in Nebraska... everyone seems to have more time than I have. And it's not about going 60 in a 55.. at least go 55.
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another version of pokey-a-hole is the person who pays for their lunch with cash... but not by giving the cashier a $10 bill. No, we're digging out nickels and pennies to reduce the change in your pocket or purse.
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And what about the 17 people in America who still write checks.
Get behind one of those dinosaurs at the grocery store and you might as well just drop your groceries and leave.
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hey, I still pay with cash and certainly do my best to rid my pockets of nickles, dimes, and pennies
I have a large wine bottle to stash my quarters. This comes in handy when I need to buy plane tickets for a golf trip to Kiawah Island.
and I do write a couple dozen checks per year, but never in a line with a cashier
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so... you're the problem
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And what about the 17 people in America who still write checks.
Get behind one of those dinosaurs at the grocery store and you might as well just drop your groceries and leave.
worse is the self checkouts at Walmart, 92% of the folks in Walmart aren't capable of using them. This 92% includes Walmart employees.
I have dropped my goods and walked out.
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so... you're the problem
only if you're behind me
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hey, I still pay with cash and certainly do my best to rid my pockets of nickles, dimes, and pennies
I have a large wine bottle to stash my quarters. This comes in handy when I need to buy plane tickets for a golf trip to Kiawah Island.
and I do write a couple dozen checks per year, but never in a line with a cashier
May have shared I took a part time job at Home Depot a few years ago to pay off some debt and buy a bunch of used vehicles for the ninos without incurring more debt.
Most people paid with credit but there was always a Mr Clever Change Maker.
Total might be $32.78. Mr. Clever Change Maker would give you two twenties, three ones and three pennies and act like he had cracked the DiVinci code.
They were always middle aged Midwestern guys who talked like William Macy in ‘Fargo.’
They’d be like, ‘Do yooo see what I did thar?’
I’d nod and say, “That’ll do, pig.”
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May have shared I took a part time job at Home Depot a few years ago to pay off some debt and buy a bunch of used vehicles for the ninos without incurring more debt.
Most people paid with credit but there was always a Mr Clever Change Maker.
Total might be $32.78. Mr. Clever Change Maker would give you two twenties, three ones and three pennies and act like he had cracked the DiVinci code.
They were always middle aged Midwestern guys who talked like William Macy in ‘Fargo.’
They’d be like, ‘Do yooo see what I did thar?’
I’d nod and say, “That’ll do, pig.”
I would have given him a five, five ones, and five nickels.
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5 nickels don't go in the Quarter bottle!
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I went up to the local barbecue place (Smokey Mo’s, Junior, the one in Leander across from the boneyard on Bagdad) to get a couple of pounds of chopped beef to slap on hamburger buns and there was an old geezerly dood in line in front of me afflicting everybody in the place with his unprovoked, unsolicited and unappreciated friendliness like inconsiderate old bastards like to do.
When they rang up his order, he asked twice how much it was and started getting real excited practically jumping up and down on one leg. Then he said what I knew he was going to say - “I believe I have the exact change.”
So dood unloads everything from his pockets. A key ring holding every key he had ever used in his life, a very fat wallet containing every business card, receipt and photo anybody had ever given him, a peppermint, a pocketknife, a tire gauge, a spark pluge and $11.78 in quarters, nickels, dimes and pennies.
I know for a fact it was $11.78 because he painstakingly counted it out four times and his order was $12.78.
When he finally pulled out the old debit card he was a whupped pup who probably hated everybody in the place for not saying something like, “Here pop, have a dollar.”
But hell, I only get dollars when I want to tip the green van driver at Fast Park or the egg cooker at Embassy Suites.
This ain’t 1964. Who the hell carries money?
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I always carry cash
but, I was born in 1962
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I rarely carry cash. it's a hastle
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I always carry cash
but, I was born in 1962
Well, Franky, you're the kind of feller who's liable to end up in a dark place with girls on poles so I can kind of see why you might want to have a little cash.
The rest of us avoid cash so we won't end up in a dark place with girls on poles.
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you fellers might have your priorities all screwed up
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You may be right. I may be crazy. But it keeps me from going insane.
I just mashed up two songs like taters.
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When I pay with cash I like to be inexact so I get change. I keep loose change in a tray on my dresser made out of a license plate some clever prisoners fashioned for me. Every couple of months I roll up my change and take it to the bank, usually amounts to between 20 and 30 dollars. It's like a mini tax refund. I blow it on something completely worthless because it feels like free money.
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that'll get you a case of Bud Heavy!
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I’ve been going to Texas high school football games all my life and it is interesting to me how thry have changed and how they haven’t.
In an age in which we strive for gender equality, high school football games still celebrate the differences. The boys playing are the biggest and brawniest, decked out like warriors in pads and helmets. In a gentle world abhored by violence, well timed hits are still celebrated.
Meanwhile the drill teams still celebrate a conformity to femine sexuality. These young women may be indiviuals with complex thoughts and feelings 6 days a week, but on Friday nights they’re fembots with shimmering hair, radiant make up, sparkling little dresses, long smooth legs, silly hats and boots made for walking.
Things have changed though.
At one time it seemed like the band, the cheerleaders and the dance team were all pulling for the football team. And every game sesms to start off that way but devolves into a three ring circus where each group is into their own thing and oblivious to the game in the backdrop.
The drill team goes home in the 3rd quarter, but not before they’ve danced with the drum line in front of the students’ section.
That noisy celebration would be a cool thing if the opposition had the ball but oftentimes it’s while their very own team is trying to make a crucial drive to start the second half. If the offense has ro convert a 3rd and long, 5e frenzied drum line and drill team are making more noise than the opposing crowd could ever make because the football game is completely irrelevant to their own celebration of fun and youth.
Then the drill team goes home and the band goes deep into an end zone to practice its dreary dramatic overblown and uninspiring presentation for competition.
If the team scores a touchdown or mounts the greatest rally in the history of football it’s without the school song because the band doesn’t care. They too preoccupied with their own dismal existence.
And it’s not just the high school my kids go to, it’s all the high schools.
The players play hard, huddle up to pray together and line up to respect each other’s school song. While the team is paying their respects and even lifting their helmets in salute to a worthy adversary their cheerleaders are on the sidelines counting out the points the team scored.
Crazy.
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I’ve been going to Texas high school football games all my life and it is interesting to me how thry have changed and how they haven’t.
In an age in which we strive for gender equality, high school football games still celebrate the differences. The boys playing are the biggest and brawniest, decked out like warriors in pads and helmets. In a gentle world abhored by violence, well timed hits are still celebrated.
Meanwhile the drill teams still celebrate a conformity to femine sexuality. These young women may be indiviuals with complex thoughts and feelings 6 days a week, but on Friday nights they’re fembots with shimmering hair, radiant make up, sparkling little dresses, long smooth legs, silly hats and boots made for walking.
Things have changed though.
At one time it seemed like the band, the cheerleaders and the dance team were all pulling for the football team. And every game sesms to start off that way but devolves into a three ring circus where each group is into their own thing and oblivious to the game in the backdrop.
The drill team goes home in the 3rd quarter, but not before they’ve danced with the drum line in front of the students’ section.
That noisy celebration would be a cool thing if the opposition had the ball but oftentimes it’s while their very own team is trying to make a crucial drive to start the second half. If the offense has ro convert a 3rd and long, 5e frenzied drum line and drill team are making more noise than the opposing crowd could ever make because the football game is completely irrelevant to their own celebration of fun and youth.
Then the drill team goes home and the band goes deep into an end zone to practice its dreary dramatic overblown and uninspiring presentation for competition.
If the team scores a touchdown or mounts the greatest rally in the history of football it’s without the school song because the band doesn’t care. They too preoccupied with their own dismal existence.
And it’s not just the high school my kids go to, it’s all the high schools.
The players play hard, huddle up to pray together and line up to respect each other’s school song. While the team is paying their respects and even lifting their helmets in salute to a worthy adversary their cheerleaders are on the sidelines counting out the points the team scored.
Crazy.
Hooky I noticed the same thing but I lack the eloquence to describe it as you do so well.
Is funny. A lot of the grownups are confused about their roles and which bathroom to use etc but most of the kids have it figured out.
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Hooky I noticed the same thing but I lack the eloquence to describe it as you do so well.
Is funny. A lot of the grownups are confused about their roles and which bathroom to use etc but most of the kids have it figured out.
Thank you, Gigem. I cherish your kind words and endeavor to live up to your esteem.
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I still see Dennis on facebook sometimes, and more than once I've had an overwhelming urge to send him a message to the effect of "HA! I GOT THE GIRL!!!!"
Confirming my suspicions that I was utterly unspectacular as a kid, my wife doesn't remember any of this. She remembers the trip to GA, vaguely remembers Dennis, and me not at all.
Loved this. Both the story and the outcome. And, something tells me your buddy Dennis knows that you got the girl.
That phrase sparks my memory on something else in my past. So, here's another TL-DR ...
The year of my courtship with my Argentine lass in the DFW area had all sorts of interesting encounters with the Latin community. Folks from South American countries may be unfriendly rivals back home, but when they come to the States, they tend to form communities of folks. My Argentine gf had friends from all over - Peru, Ecuador, Colombia, Guatamala, Bolivia, Costa Rica, and a ton from Brasil (including the wife of the couple that introduced us).
So, that year there were all sorts of mini-tests of Latin American maleness that I had to pass, like surviving endless conversations (in Spanish of course, and for me the language was all OJT) at various bars and restaurants, dancing (all Latin guys know how), knowledge of Latin music (also OJT, and my gf was a huge fan of Brasilian jazz, and she led a group in hosting Jose Neto, a guitarist we saw with Flora Purim and Airto, over for breakfast in the wee hours after they played a set at the Dallas Hard Rock one night) ... and so forth.
And in particular there was this one eloquent friend from Ecuador whom we all called El Presidente, because he had such a regal manner, serious expression, and a deep knowledge of politics, history, culture, you name it. He would always address me formally as "mister" as he began to make a point about some failure of US policy or culture, egging me into yet another argument (with a gleam in his eye).
Okay, let me put this another way, my gf was the center of a lot of interest of perhaps a dozen or more Latin American guys in the DFW area (all of whom went to UT-Arl) and now here comes this gringo and just wtf. Not that they ever said this, but that was the tone. And El Presidente led the charge. These subtle and not so subtle tests happened pretty much every weekend, until it was really clear that despite all logic and reason (and me playing out of my league) to the contrary, we really were a couple.
And I have to give El Presidente his due, because whenever I did something he thought was right in terms of courtship, he always gave me credit. One time for example she mentioned offhand that she really wanted to get some plants into her apartment, and so I went to the father of a friend of mine in east Tx who was a master garderner type, and got his advice on what would be the best plants for her apartment (considering the light available etc) and left four potted plants at her doorstep one day with a cheery note of something like "can I come live with you?" El Presidente told her this was a brilliant move. Then another time I brought my guitar and offered to serenade her (all I could do back then was play chords of some favorites, but that was good enough - she loved it) and he once again complimented me when he heard about it, saying I was living up to the Latin ideal of a worthy suitor.
Then fast forward to the time leading up to our wedding in DC, and El Presidente had also moved to this area, and we were out having drinks with him and his gf (whom he married later too), and after having a few and talking about the "old days" in DFW ... El Presidente raised a beer to me and saying, "well, mister, here's to you, because you got the girl!"
Buen hombre, that El Presidente.
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I wanna respond to this more, but right now all I can manage is
YOU SAW AIRTO MOREIRA IN PERSON??!!!
I love that guy. Every drummer should love that guy. Nobody plays on top of the beat like Airto.
I wish I'd seen Airto.
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Yes it’s true. I wasn’t familiar with him prior to that night, but he was amazing. What stuck me most was his range of instruments, several new (to me) types of drums, gourds, bells, etc.
Jose Neto was also a trip. So smooth.
Brazilian jazz. Exhilarating stuff.
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I'll stick with Carlos Santana
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And back a few pages I made comment the only place outside of the arena or outside my own mind about doing the right thing.
Tomorrow morning my attorney and I sit with the team of attorneys from a 55k+ employee company worth billions and discuss waste fraud and abuse by people from their senior vice president ranks........ I blew the hell out of that whistle... Do they squash me or do I get their attention along with a chunk of their asses? Here is the thing I'm thinking makes them most uneasy, and its the truth: it aint about money from my vantage... Its about principle and legacy... And it's because fuck them, thats why.
so just an update about this... as this is the ONLY place i've shared anything about it.. my family isn't even privy to details.
so far they've investigated and fired the president of the former company who was in a senior executive vice role at that point (in the new/merged company)- the senior executive contracts vice president, the head of HR, the senior executive vp who i indicated was the 'mafia' boss, the deputy program manager of the program i'm part of, and the regional manager- by all indications they aren't done yet. they caught them red handed destroying documents, altering dates on other documents, and destroying entire files/folders. as you may guess i am not real popular right now except with those who silently sat by and watched over the years, and they avoid me in public but are quick to thumbs up in private... i still don't know what they're going to do with me, but i know if they don't remove several others from their instruments i'm a dead man walking within days/months of this things conclusion...
punch line: i haven't given up a single byte of several gigabytes of 'evidence' i've collected. they know i have it, but at my attorney's request i held it only describing 'some' of it to them- they took it and ran, and found what i described and then some. my attorney tells me it's "up to you" how it will resolve in my case....... i noticed he's frothing a little at the mouth.... which brings me to: I hate lawyers- not that they exist or who they are, but that they find purchase in the realm that exists between letter of the law and spirit of the law, and that we still need them around to 'practice' interpreting it... my wife is one of them... many of my friends are 'them', or worse- judges... i just want to see the right thing done... I hope it is in the end, especially in this little 'case'.... i'm four months into this at this point- and i walk a damn perilous path... but as i continue to say to those who are now a part of it (on the good side) "just tell truth, nothing more nothing less, do what you're supposed to nothing less and often more, and stand for something, and you'll be fine".
add to all of this a helluva storm we're still cleaning up on- I hate that too- and.... it's been a damn interesting year that has failed to offer whether it's a 'good' one or a 'bad' one yet..... and i hate that too.
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thumbs up!
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Yike Drew. That sounds really perilous. Godspeed man!!
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I'll stick with Carlos Santana
Santana is one of my all time favorites too, but it's not an either/or, ya know?
I love me some Brazilian bossa nova
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwo0Cn-MAGE
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so just an update about this... as this is the ONLY place i've shared anything about it.. my family isn't even privy to details.
so far they've investigated and fired the president of the former company who was in a senior executive vice role at that point (in the new/merged company)- the senior executive contracts vice president, the head of HR, the senior executive vp who i indicated was the 'mafia' boss, the deputy program manager of the program i'm part of, and the regional manager- by all indications they aren't done yet. they caught them red handed destroying documents, altering dates on other documents, and destroying entire files/folders. as you may guess i am not real popular right now except with those who silently sat by and watched over the years, and they avoid me in public but are quick to thumbs up in private... i still don't know what they're going to do with me, but i know if they don't remove several others from their instruments i'm a dead man walking within days/months of this things conclusion...
punch line: i haven't given up a single byte of several gigabytes of 'evidence' i've collected. they know i have it, but at my attorney's request i held it only describing 'some' of it to them- they took it and ran, and found what i described and then some. my attorney tells me it's "up to you" how it will resolve in my case....... i noticed he's frothing a little at the mouth.... which brings me to: I hate lawyers- not that they exist or who they are, but that they find purchase in the realm that exists between letter of the law and spirit of the law, and that we still need them around to 'practice' interpreting it... my wife is one of them... many of my friends are 'them', or worse- judges... i just want to see the right thing done... I hope it is in the end, especially in this little 'case'.... i'm four months into this at this point- and i walk a damn perilous path... but as i continue to say to those who are now a part of it (on the good side) "just tell truth, nothing more nothing less, do what you're supposed to nothing less and often more, and stand for something, and you'll be fine".
add to all of this a helluva storm we're still cleaning up on- I hate that too- and.... it's been a damn interesting year that has failed to offer whether it's a 'good' one or a 'bad' one yet..... and i hate that too.
I also work for a large company and this doesn't surprise me one bit. Heck, our CEO had to pay back about a million bucks because he took his whole family to the Olympics on the company's dime. Of course they fired the whistleblower and he kept his job of about $20 million a year.
You ever think about how greedy some people are that they are making tens of millions a year and they still have to find ways to screw the company out of money?
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Have I complained about gas cans yet?
I recommend electric mowers. They don't stink and they don't vibrate. But about the time my electric mower went pfft, I inherited a Honda mower from a downsizing parent/relative type person going onto Heaven.
So I have to keep gas on hand.
Gas cans used to be aluminum, painted red, had an aluminum nozzle with a screw on lid. Apparently one of out 40 zillion times somebody used one, there was a spark and somebody blew up so over the last 30 years or so they have made them increasingly user-unfriendlier and dubiously safer.
The current gizomo is plastic with a plastic nozzle, but wait there's more. The nozzle is closed and the gas inside the can will not flow freely until the smaller black nozzle is released from the larger yellow nozzle. This is accomplished by squeezing a black plastic clasp into the yellow nozzle while balancing the 30 pound five gallon can on your knee while squeezing the maddening black clasp with your left thumb while inserting the projecting black nozzle into whatever filler opening you're trying to fill.
With a mower, I've learned to remove the nozzle unit, cuss at it and toss it back into the shed and then pour the gas directly from the jug into a funnel I put on top of the mower tank.
But last night my wife drove my car, when I got it it said 3 miles to E and the nearest gas station about 4 miles away so I attempted to wrestle the impossible nozzle into my car's filler hole.
Naturally gas came out at the base of the nozzle instead of end of the never opening nozzle.
So I'd like to know who imagined that would be safer?
Have gas can manufacturers partnered with A Tobacco Free America? Is that what this is about?
Why they got to make things so complicated?
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https://www.amazon.com/EZ-Pour-Gas-Can-Replacement-Spout/dp/B06WRRXG1X/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1539026933&sr=8-2&keywords=ez+pour
FIFY
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I got my B&D electric mower in the mail from amazon. Showed up on my porch missing two bolts, so I had to get those ordered, but was able to do that no problem, and it has worked fine ever since. Have had it well over 15 years with no problems. Cost $225, but that was the corded kind. Pretty good deal though. It's cost me about $15/year plus a nominal amount of electricity.
But now in our new house over here on the right coast we have twice the yard, and I think I'll have to consider a cordless one, once I get to the point of mowing again myself (i.e. retirement). Just too much yard. But full disclosure, I actually hire some guys to keep it all mowed and edged. They do a great job. I'm spoilt.
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With a mower, I've learned to remove the nozzle unit, cuss at it and toss it back into the shed and then pour the gas directly from the jug into a funnel I put on top of the mower tank.
But last night my wife drove my car, when I got it it said 3 miles to E and the nearest gas station about 4 miles away so I attempted to wrestle the impossible nozzle into my car's filler hole.
with the correct funnel, you can fill your car the same way you fill the mower
funnels are cheap
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Santana is one of my all time favorites too, but it's not an either/or, ya know?
I love me some Brazilian bossa nova
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwo0Cn-MAGE
You have to admire Astrud Gilberto.
She wasn't a musician. She was married to one of the most influential guitarists and musicians at the time - practically inventing Bossa Nova. Her husband Joao and his writing partner Stan Getz were in the studio recording "Girl from Ipanema" and thinking how cool it would be if they could add an English verse. Neither spoke English, and sounded like idiots when trying to sing it. While they were puzzling through it, strumming the song, Astrud walks in and sings it perfectly. Boom! She's on the album.
The song took off up the charts. Astrud took off with Stan.
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if she looks anything like the Girl from Ipanema, ya gotta admire Stan
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Speaking of babes and good music, Ana Vidovic may entice you to either love classical guitar or to cheer for Croatia ... or both:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inBKFMB-yPg&list=PLSAkx4wxdreNUd1zEb8Ymqzb6Fv32vPy9 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inBKFMB-yPg&list=PLSAkx4wxdreNUd1zEb8Ymqzb6Fv32vPy9)
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I'm down with Croatia.
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Vision-obstructing landscaping on medians in the middle of roads I wish to turn left onto. i hate it.
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So you show up at this place where you’re gathering with strangers and you see an acquaintance and start making conversation. Some inconsiderately friendly individual sees you, assumes you’re complete stangers who happen to be friendly and starts jumping into your conversation.
I hate that guy. He’s the worst.
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There's two lanes at a cross road stop light. Both can go straight, one can turn left, one can turn right.
You don't wanna be the dork in the right hand land preventing everyone else from turning right on red, so you line up behind the guy in the right lane thinking you're being a good citizen. Then, when the light turns green, the guy in front of you rolls forward, stops, and turns on his left turn blinker. You're stuck waiting for oncoming traffic to clear before your new bestest buddy (and big toe) can turn left.
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Unprotected left turns at traffic lights may be the most unfair thing in America.
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I like the flashing yellow left turn light
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I like the flashing yellow left turn light
That's the fastest way on the road to confuse grandma!
To be fair, most other people think it means, "Slow down, stop randomly, and proceed in a haphazard fashion as the spirit moves you".
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I understand most other folks have issues. But, for myself, I know it means I can turn left as long as I don't cause an accident, and I'm on my way!
up here traffic isn't a thing and many times grandma isn't in front of me at the light - it's wide open
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Yes. It's the traffic light's way of saying, "I'm not holding your hand through this. Be your own best judge of when it's safe!".
That's just a little more abstract thought than some folk can bear.
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some folks should not be allowed behind the wheel in traffic
and I absolutely hate that they are encouraged and allowed to drive
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Well, Hooky, I hate the fact that you’re not here anymore.
But I know you started this as a light hearted thread of trivial hates, so here’s one from me:
I hate it when you’re introduced to someone and as soon as they say their name you’ve already forgotten it. And then you keep waiting for someone to use their name in a sentence, so you can recover, but no one ever does.
And then the very worst part:
In the ensuing conversation, they repeatedly use your name. Show off!
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This is weird. I don't even know if this board lives on...
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but we will... carry on, that is.
one of the most impactfull losses i've ever endured was a former team leader. he died in the initial seize of Baghdad, and did so as he lived a hero in the true sense of the word. he didn't have to do what he did, but he rushed into fire in effort to draw fire in a thin skinned M998. the others present said it looked like star was with all the tracers hammering him. his plan set several free from the position they were attempting to hold and they lived on. as you can imagine, when all of this was happening, the radio was damn near ablaze with traffic. when the lance corporal reported over the air that GySgt Jeffery Bohr was hit and lost, the radio went silent for almost a minute- in the middle of all of that. the first words spoken afterwards was "last station, please say again your last", and followed by another silence. it was surreal that man went down- he was the last one who could fall by everyone's reckoning.
years later i'm standing in my own backyard. this is deeply personal, y'all... but i'm surrounded by friends from various walks of life, and some from that walk. their kids are playing in the pool. the gals are looking at the bottoms of their wine glasses mostly, and chatting/laughing in between... the guys are tossing quantities of beer between shots, and we all watch the smoker waiting to see what comes out of it, if it's fit for eatin', and realizing the more we drink the more fit it will be. it's kicking off the summer season day- aka memorial day.
one of the fellers asks "what do you think Sgt Bohr (we knew him as a Sgt before his promo's) would think about this?"... we were momentarily quiet and the smart ass of the bunch makes one of Sgt Bohr's famous quotes of severe disdain and ridicule directed directly at the guy who asked.... and we laughed our assess off, and continued that form of remembrance. but the truth of the matter was and IS- he would have been damn happy for what we were doing. Our families, our lives, our relationships, all of it. He once said to us about reenlisting "you don't do it for the money for damn sure, and not for the 'corps', you do it for your brothers"... that's how he lived and that's how he died.
Hooky lived a code, too- he kept us together and knew how to present things none of us have yet mastered. he's akin to my former team lead, though, in that his rarely disclosed sentiment was, beyond doubt, fellowship with each other. friendship. an element that is severely lacking in our society and that exist with the people of this community in display of a very exceedingly rare internet form... that is one helluva (he loved that word) legacy.
I hate it when people go all sentimental when it's uncalled for.
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I hate it when people go all sentimental when it's uncalled for.
No worries Drew. It was called for.
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Hooky did love the world and the people in it.
He encouraged others around him to love life and enjoy it.
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The reason why I bumped this thread was to carry on with something cool that Hooky started. I think that might be why Erin bumped the covers thread he started too, just guessing
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I hate Funerals
rarely attend
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I hate funerals, too, and hope I don't have to go to any more for a very long time. It's hard going to them, for sure, but it can help bring peace & comfort among those feeling the loss the most. I felt super weird going to this one at first, but seriously felt like it was the right thing to do and I didn't feel weird at all leaving afterwards.
I did bump the Covers thread, because I could pretty much talk about music all day and did want to keep it alive. I hate that we're all feeling a little lost/numb/helpless, but we do still have eachother.
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Yeah, lost is the right word. This isn't a cover, but it's a good song for me right now:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Agc1gc6jqVE
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Bump.
I hate the hard plastic packaging that makes it almost impossible to open something new these days. I just opened a new set of driver bits, and carefully cut that little bastage apart with a pair of heavy shears I bought specifically for this purpose. But then as I was peeling back the remaining plastic, the sharp edge caught my finger and practically sliced it in two.
I also still hate that Hooky's not here to tell us what he hates.
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Ionomers, great stuff, unless you get all Surlyn with them.
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I'm gonna go ahead and assume this is a chemistry joke that is way over my head...
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Surlyn is the duPont brand name for ionomers which are the outside of golf ball covers, and that plastic that is near impossible to open.
They make really tough polymers for reasons I won't explain here.
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I've mentioned before about my dislike of "top fiver whatevers". Why can't we just enjoy all the great ones without trying to rank order them? It turns into a competition and the players get left out.
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I don't like people that always bring up things they don't like.
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I like Surlyn golf ball covers
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I get disgusted with the "Most Overrated <thing>" lists. It starts off negative, and then posters just beat up other <whatevers> and each other arguing that other <whatevers> are worse.
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I get disgusted with the "Most Overrated <thing>" lists. It starts off negative, and then posters just beat up other <whatevers> and each other arguing that other <whatevers> are worse.
Yeah the overrated lists draw even more negativity than the normal lists. By design, of course, but that's not my thing.
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We all see a ton of click bait down below whatever article we're reading. And often it's negative stuff, places you should never visit (Austin).
I think we learned fairly way back just to ignore them. A funny one shows a photo of an older actress and says "see what happened to her", or Actress X shows everything, etc.
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Except Austin really is a place you should never visit. And especially, never move to.
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Well, my kid lives there now and wants me to visit someday soonish.
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I hate beets
always have and always will
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Well, my kid lives there now and wants me to visit someday soonish.
I feel sorry for him. Only a matter of time before he loses his kidneys.
I hate beets
always have and always will
I'm okay with beets, but I loathe pickles. Well, actually, I loathe all forms of cucumber. Pickled or not.
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There is a beet salad with goat cheese I really like, fromage de chevre.
Hard to beat it.
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I do love the chevre cheese.
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You know what I hate?
CFB realignment.
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We went for a walk, it was 90°F and not too bad, breeze going, shade. My wife had to go to FedEx for something, they had the AC set to freezer temperatures, I stopped at the library, same thing. As we neared the library it started to rain, not much, but enough to get humidity into the 1000% range it seemed. The walk back was uncomfortable.
Humidity is not fun. I remember pitching in this heat back before the coaches would let us drink water, really, no water. I'm sort of amazed we didn't die.
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Take it Mr N's goofy posting thread.
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not sure if Cowboy fans check in there
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Yaaaasssss
Now you're starting to get it...
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I dislike over priced restaurants that stay busy because everyone seems to think they are good, or folks think it's a place to see and be seen.
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it's a place to see and be seen.
Ain't got no time for that
but, I'm an old dirt farmer
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I don't care about seeing or being seen, but I do love good food. Sometimes fancy, pricey restaurants are that way, because they make excellent food.
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Sure, sometimes they are excellent, but some are not. It torques my shorts. We tried a steakhouse that is locally famous called "Bones" and it was packed on a Tuesday night. Was the steak epic? No, it was fine, mine was actually over cooked a bit. It was expensive though, the server was a bit snooty I thought as if we didn't really belong.
Maybe it's not fair, we can all make great steak at home of course. I wanted to try it once.
We had lunch at a "French bistro" yesterday someone recommended. It was, well, "OK". I guess. And crowded. My wife was not amused. She ordered saumon carpaccio and was served smoked salmon. Come on. She said it was fine, we didn't complain, but it was not carpaccio.
Overall I'm struggling with the food scene here though we have found some good places of course.
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dude, you're in the South
and looking for steaks and french food
git yerself something southern fried - catfish and hushpuppies or chicken & waffles or some grits
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Hmmm, now I'm in the mood for some fried catfish-hushpuppy-chicken-waffle-and-cheese-grit casserole.
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it's wings Wednesday at my place
gonna warm up the air-fryer and doctor up some Frank Red hot to crank up the heat
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Sure, sometimes they are excellent, but some are not. It torques my shorts. We tried a steakhouse that is locally famous called "Bones" and it was packed on a Tuesday night. Was the steak epic? No, it was fine, mine was actually over cooked a bit. It was expensive though, the server was a bit snooty I thought as if we didn't really belong.
Maybe it's not fair, we can all make great steak at home of course. I wanted to try it once.
We had lunch at a "French bistro" yesterday someone recommended. It was, well, "OK". I guess. And crowded. My wife was not amused. She ordered saumon carpaccio and was served smoked salmon. Come on. She said it was fine, we didn't complain, but it was not carpaccio.
Overall I'm struggling with the food scene here though we have found some good places of course.
Where is "here"? Are you visiting somewhere?
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it's wings Wednesday at my place
gonna warm up the air-fryer and doctor up some Frank Red hot to crank up the heat
Its doordash Wednesday at my place
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Making homemade fish tacos here.
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wings were surprisingly very good from the air fryer
didn't get the sauce hot enough, but my nose did run a little
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I'm at home, for now, headed to California next week, and then France next month. I will likely find some good food there.
My wife makes some great gaspacho. We had spaghetti last night here.
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Man, I gotta go hang out with you cats!
I just browned some ground turkey meat and stirred in taco seasoning. Let the unwashed masses at my place decide whether to put it into taco shells or stir it over tortilla chips.
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Man, I gotta go hang out with you cats!
I just browned some ground turkey meat and stirred in taco seasoning. Let the unwashed masses at my place decide whether to put it into taco shells or stir it over tortilla chips.
Oh we do that a lot, too.
Fish tacos were great. I use cod filets, with a light coating of seasoned flour, then dipped in an egg wash, then dipped in a 3-way combination of normal bread crumbs, panko, and parmesan cheese, finally lightly pan-fried in coconut oil. Flour tortillas are the cook-at-home kind, which brown up almost a nice as homemade. Then my i s c & a aggie wife made a cilantro lime slaw and I grated some fresh cotija cheese for the toppings. Et voila.
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I'd probably just serve that fish straight up.
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I'd probably just serve that fish straight up.
Sure, we do that too. It's the first way I could get my kids to eat home-cooked fish. Since they were accustomed to frozen fish sticks from daycare or wherever, I made fish filets that way and called them "homemade fish sticks."
But my i s c & a aggie wife and I eventually got tired of eating the same old homemade fish sticks and looked for ways to dress it up. Fish tacos was one of the ways we accomplished that, and after a while the kids wanted to try the tacos, and really liked them, so now that's in the rotation.
Sometimes though, it's just the plain old homemade fish sticks by themselves. I taught the kids how to make them, and they'll do it on their own now.
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I'm assuming there aren't any beans or noodles hiding under the cheese and onions...
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Noodles, yes, beans, no.
It would be a 4 way onion except my sauce is a lot better than the usual. And it's doused with Frank's, which I rather like.
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Noodles. Blech.
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I also serve my chili over rice. I like noodles and rice, I like the rice noodles especially.
We have a couple coming in October from France and I'm mulling what to serve them for dinner. For sure we'll go to Fox Bros for Q. I'll grill some good steaks. And probably have chili over rice. Grits for breakfast. I do an egg over light and add it to the grits. Steelhead trout grilled. Mexican from somewhere, I am getting to like the local place a lot, Willy's. We're going to Highlands, NC for a night, I know a good place there, and Dahlonega for a night to take them panning for gold.
The leaves should be near peak.
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Rice. Blech.
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I don't eat many carbs a Tall
rice or pasta
but, I do like my taters
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Carbs are just sugar linked up into a long chain. Carbo-hydrate, carbon and water, courtesy of plants. Fascinating process, nearly all of any plant comes from just water and part of air. And the sun.
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If'n I'm makin' Frito pie, I'll put the chili over Fritos.
Usually I have some cornbread or saltine crackers on the side, and might crunch up a little of that into a bite of chili.
I don't typically add hot sauces into chili, because it changes the flavor profile. If I want spicy chili, I do it via the selection of chile peppers I use in the blend.
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I was using straight spaghetti sauce from last night, so I added the Frank's. I still have the unaltered sauce for dinner if we choose.
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Ah, okay. I thought you'd made chili.
I probably wouldn't dress a bowl of spaghetti with shredded cheddar cheese and onions, but to each his own.
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It's my version of Cincy "chili".
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It's tough for me to get into the idea of chili when it's 103 degrees outside. I'm sure I'll make a big batch of Texas red when the first cold snap hits, typically early-mid October.
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Yeah, it is more of a cool weather meal, I agree, but we have AC here.
My bill last month hit $170 for electric but part of that was due to the building evaporator going on the fritz. a fan blade broke off. It took nearly a week to replace it. We went on vacation.
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My electric bill is leveled from month to month so I only have a faint idea of what it WOULD be in the summer months. I have a 3800 sqft house, two stories, two A/C units, and it's regularly over 100 outside. That math doesn't work out well for me...
I keep it 78 inside when I work from home alone all day, but during the summer the kids are home and my i s c & a aggie wife tends to be around more too, so it goes down to 76. I don't really mind the heat, but my wallet does...
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Our bills in summer in Cincy would surpass $400, same in winter including NG. We don't have NG here in the condo. The building has a hot water heater on the roof that is NG and we get "free" hot water, but it takes a while to get here. I've been very pleased with the low cost of power here, it averages $100.
But if the building evaporator throws a fan blade, no AC.
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My electric bill is leveled from month to month so I only have a faint idea of what it WOULD be in the summer months. I have a 3800 sqft house, two stories, two A/C units, and it's regularly over 100 outside. That math doesn't work out well for me...
I keep it 78 inside when I work from home alone all day, but during the summer the kids are home and my i s c & a aggie wife tends to be around more too, so it goes down to 76. I don't really mind the heat, but my wallet does...
My house is 3300 Sq Ft two story with two air conditioners
temps have been 95 to 101 for the last 5 weeks
the highest electric bill was for July and was $340
I keep both down and up stairs at 72
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To the OP's question, bad drivers.
Covid (or something) seems to have multiplied their numbers, their anger, and the lousiness of their driving.
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My house is 3300 Sq Ft two story with two air conditioners
temps have been 95 to 101 for the last 5 weeks
the highest electric bill was for July and was $340
I keep both down and up stairs at 72
Yeah I'm pretty sure my July bill would have been well over $340 if I didn't have it leveled. The pool pump also runs 8 hours per day, at around 2000 watts I think.
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Yeah I'm pretty sure my July bill would have been well over $340 if I didn't have it leveled. The pool pump also runs 8 hours per day, at around 2000 watts I think.
whats interesting to me is that when the house was new back in the 90s my highest electric bill was over $500
but when I ultimately had to replace my air conditioners I got a much higher efficiency model and my monthly was reduced by 30 to 40 percent
Thats amazing to me
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I upped my attic insulation in Cincy to R50 which helped a lot too.
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1100 sq ft
$100 electric bill
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This fall, college-bound fans of pop star Taylor Swift will want to leave a "Blank Space" in their schedule. Students at the University of Texas at Austin will soon be able to take a literary course on the singer's extensive discography.
The course, Literary Contests and Contexts — The Taylor Swift Songbook, will be offered to undergraduate students in UT's Liberal Arts Honors program beginning this fall semester. The class will be taught by Professor Elizabeth Scala.
According to the UT English Department's Facebook post, the class will serve as an "introduction to literary studies and research methods" that uses the songwriting of Taylor Swift as a foundation.
"Let's turn that Easter Egg hunting and reading in detail to academic purposes!" the English Department wrote in the post.
"I want to take what Swift fans can already do at a sophisticated level, tease it out for them a bit with a different vocabulary, and then show them how, in fact, Swift draws on richer literary traditions in her songwriting, both topically but also formally in terms of how she uses references, metaphors, and clever manipulations of words," Scala told KXAN.
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I saw Taylor Swift in concert and it was an amazing show. She's a helluva singer, songwriter, and performer.
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so we have both Mathew and Taylor in our group
hookem
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I drive expecting others to do something ridiculous, and I pay a lot of attention to the read view mirror on freeways. I see someone coming driving erratically, usually changing lanes like crazy, and I get out of their way when possible. This is pretty common around here on 6-7-8 lane freeways, someone trying to drive 90 when traffic is moving at 80.
Most of my local freeway driving is up to Costco which is relatively lower traffic when we go and "only" 5 lanes including an HOV lane. The problem with the HOV lane is you can get someone on your tail even though you're going 80.
I've learned not to walk across a street when the ped light turns white without looking, a lot of drivers will turn right on red without stopping. Nearly got clipped once.
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I hate it when I'm doing 90 on an 8-lane freeway and all the other drivers are only going 80
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I'm shocked there aren't more minor, serious, and fatal accidents on the roads
and obviously there are way too many
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I hate it when I'm doing 90 on an 8-lane freeway and all the other drivers are only going 80
There are two kinds of drivers:
Folks who want to go faster than me - maniacs
Folks who want to go slower than me - idiots.
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There are two kinds of drivers:
Folks who want to go faster than me - maniacs
Folks who want to go slower than me - idiots.
Absolutely.
And of course, I was just joking, playing off your statememt.
I actually drive like a grandma. 2-3 over the speed limit is about the max I'll ever do, and that's on the freeway. On city roads, I'm always right at the speed limit.
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I attempt to drive at the median speed where fewer cars pass me and I pass fewer cars.
Reality is you don't save much time driving 90 instead of 80 unless it's a very long trip.
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There are two types of drivers in Houston.
The type that know where they are going and how to get there
The type that has no idea how to get to where they want to go
Its the second type that just sends me into rage
Houston is not the place for indecision when driving
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The same is true around here, a lot of one way streets and the like, some weird intersections, and some crazy freeway interchanges.
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it's not that they don't know where they're going or how to get there
it's that they aren't paying attention
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it's not that they don't know where they're going or how to get there
it's that they aren't paying attention
There are two types of drivers in Houston.
The type that know where they are going and how to get there
The type that has no idea how to get to where they want to go
Its the second type that just sends me into rage
Houston is not the place for indecision when driving
This will make you ragey.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r86kxxU-LUY
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That's in Europe, prochain sortee.
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This will make you ragey.
happens every day in Houston
some drivers are just stupid and it will drive you nuts
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That's in Europe, prochain sortee.
so, it's not just stoopid republicans and democrats?
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Turns out there are stupid people in every country, and some are much worse than the US.
There are also racists and bigots in every country, and some are much worse than the US.
In my experience, it's the people that have never left the US, who believe the worst of the US.
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don't choo be pointing fingers
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My French "cousins" have some interesting notions about the US, those who haven't been here, mostly derived from movies I think.
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My French "cousins" have some interesting notions about the US, those who haven't been here, mostly derived from movies I think.
When the staff at my hotel in Nantes found out I was from Texas, they assumed I lived on a ranch and rode a horse to work. I told them that was indeed true. :)
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were you wearing your black hat?
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were you wearing your black hat?
No but I took at least one pair of boots and wore them regularly.
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for Burnt Eyes......... because he hated many things
he might not have hated this
The first 144 digits of pi add up to 666 (which many scholars say is “the mark of the Beast”). And 144 = (6+6) x (6+6).
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I hate folks who post stuff in the wrong thread but still try to make it fit
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:sign0099:
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for Burnt Eyes......... because he hated many things
he might not have hated this
The first 144 digits of pi add up to 666 (which many scholars say is “the mark of the Beast”). And 144 = (6+6) x (6+6).
6 is an interesting number. It is both the sum and the product of the first three prime numbers.
I hate it that some people say that that is not interesting.
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As an engineer with a very large amount of math background...
... that is not interesting.
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its always fasinated me that a triangle with sides 3 - 4 - 5 will have a right angle
and a related point is 3 squared plus 4 squared equals 5 squared
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well, at least you weren't fascinated
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well, at least you weren't fascinated
hey dont pull that misspelling shit on me
if I took the time to correct your misspellings I'd have no time to do other stuff
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I hate when you have no time to do other stuff
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me two
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All numbers are interesting.
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All numbers matter.
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Numbers are orderly and ranked. Two follows one, three follows two, etc.
Zero is certainly an interesting number. One is interesting because it's the identity for multiplication and other things.
If there exists an uninteresting number out there, then we could collect them all into an orderly set. That set would also be ranked. The set of uninteresting numbers would thus have a least value member. Being the least value member in the set of uninteresting numbers would make that number interesting. Therefore that number could not be in the set. Of course, its exclusion would "promote" the next least value number to being the least value in that set, making IT now interesting.
The set of all uninteresting numbers is therefore empty. If there exists an interesting number, and all numbers are ranked, and the set of uninteresting numbers is empty, all numbers are interesting.
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As an engineer with a very large amount of math background...
... that is not interesting.
So the degree I'm pursuing I only just noticed is classified in the department of mathematics.
I don't feel like I know much about math at all.
That's what I hate.
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You're a math nerd. I knew it all along.
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I sorta liked math back in the day, I took some extra in college, DiffEq, and quit. I think the next course was Number Theory or somesuch thing. Today I couldn't differentiate anything without help.
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Differential Equations is taught completely wrong. It should start with them handing you a flow chart telling you how to recognize a differential equation, how to tell if it's ordinary or not, then give you yes/no questions on what techniques would be used. The rest of the semester could be spent breaking down and teaching those techniques.
In practice, we can only solve rigorously about 5% of the differentials that come up. Number techniques will be used almost exclusively (even for the ones we could solve). It's an exercise in learning with very little applicable technique.
Now that I'm old, the Internet is a wonder for independently learning these things. Stuff that the old coots could never explain to me properly when I was paying them can now be taught easily and for free in ways that I can follow. Trying to finally nail down vector math led me to linear algebra in higher than 3 dimensions, which led me to exploring graph theory and now topology. It seems to incorporate a whole lot of interesting concepts. I can't think of a practical application for most of it, but it's fun to learn in the spare time.
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Differential Equations is taught completely wrong. It should start with them handing you a flow chart telling you how to recognize a differential equation, how to tell if it's ordinary or not, then give you yes/no questions on what techniques would be used. The rest of the semester could be spent breaking down and teaching those techniques.
In practice, we can only solve rigorously about 5% of the differentials that come up. Number techniques will be used almost exclusively (even for the ones we could solve). It's an exercise in learning with very little applicable technique.
Now that I'm old, the Internet is a wonder for independently learning these things. Stuff that the old coots could never explain to me properly when I was paying them can now be taught easily and for free in ways that I can follow. Trying to finally nail down vector math led me to linear algebra in higher than 3 dimensions, which led me to exploring graph theory and now topology. It seems to incorporate a whole lot of interesting concepts. I can't think of a practical application for most of it, but it's fun to learn in the spare time.
There are no words to describe how furious I was after completing DiffEQ, to discover in later engineering courses that I could use a Laplace transform to switch from time domain to frequency domain and solve it as a simple algrebra problem.
I'm not kidding, I was absolutely livid.
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There aren't words to describe how my stepson feels about his calculus classes and fluids classes while scratching through his Mech. Eng. degree.
Actually, no, he has a lot of words, we hear about it frequently.
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There are no words to describe how furious I was after completing DiffEQ, to discover in later engineering courses that I could use a Laplace transform to switch from time domain to frequency domain and solve it as a simple algrebra problem.
I'm not kidding, I was absolutely livid.
You didnt know that????
man education in the country sure has gone down hill
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Calculus is awesome, I love it. And I don't have anything against vector calculus or diffeq either, except that we spent a ton of time learning something that was much easier to solve in another way.
Sure, understanding the theory behind it is important, but that could have been a 2-week survey rather than 2 semesters worth of math. I wasted valuable beer-drinking time on that stuff.
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You're a math nerd. I knew it all along.
Said the guy talking about differential equations.
Never tried calculus. I took trig my junior year in high school and nothing about it was intuitive as was algebra and geometry, which I considered to be just algebra with pictures. I learned formulas and worked problems, but I had no idea what any of it meant. "They" were not good at explaining to me what any of that actually was, or meant, or why bother. Algebra was obvious and I've used it nearly everyday of my life just doing life things....regardless of needing any of it for jobs or not. Sin, cosine, tangent, whatever all else they tried to teach me in trig....I never figured out what the hell any of that was or had to do with anything I might want to solve in life. So I avoided calculus, hearing that if you found trigonometry difficult, you should never go anywhere near Isaac Newton's bs. So I wound up with college algebras and the requisite amount of statistics classes to get a business degree, but never calculus. And now in school there's a heavy emphasis on statistical theory that sometimes makes my head want to explode, yet the actual math involved is nothing more than rather simple algebra.
About 5 years ago I came across some trig-made-easy (or something) videos on YouTube with a cute girl who explained things in about 15 minutes far more clearly than my high school teacher managed in a year. Still don't know what I might use it for, but at least I understood it. Where was she in high school? And why wasn't my teacher cute like her?
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the great unanswered questions of life
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There are no words to describe how furious I was after completing DiffEQ, to discover in later engineering courses that I could use a Laplace transform to switch from time domain to frequency domain and solve it as a simple algrebra problem.
I'm not kidding, I was absolutely livid.
Oh yeah, um, me too. Totally livid.
BTW, I had to switch from engineering to engineering technology. Which is basically ENGR for people who can't do maths.
But you already knew that.
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Yay. A list!
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OU was #1 a year or two ago. The point differentials must be pretty small up near the top.
Arkansas at #20 surprises me.
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I've seen a list of how many times a program has been ranked #1 in the AP which does a pretty good job, not too different from the above. You could also count top ten rankings end of year with a 10-9-8-7 point value, etc. Ohio State "shines" in having no bad three year stretches, they've always been pretty good, and the few losing years are spotted between really good years. I'd probably have Army in there somewhere, Minnesota? Pitt? FSU?
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So the degree I'm pursuing I only just noticed is classified in the department of mathematics.
I don't feel like I know much about math at all.
That's what I hate.
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