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.
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.
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.
People who camp out in the left lane on the freeway.
Having just got back from California - I thought that was a literal statement.
People who camp out in the left lane on the freeway.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPJmjJhHMn0
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.
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 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]
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.
Just stay home, perhaps, or get with the program and drive like others. Ya know. Keep up with traffic or something.
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.
I hate people with carry on bags.well I have to admit I do use 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.
Hola 320 prospero ano y felicidadwhy thanks
How’s the missus, 320. You keeping her in line?Everything is bueno thanks for asking
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.
and looking good
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.
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.
I dislike overtime periods and penalty kicks to decide important games.I hate ties much more than any alternative
I also hate ties.
Can’t have it both ways I guess.
I hate ties much more than any alternativeI believe in providing an opportunity for the tie to be broken.
I like the 5th quarter idea but it would lengthen the game too much and the teams might still be tied
This just smacks of pure shallow Americana instant gratification to me.and what in the free world would be wrong with this?
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?
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.
Oh yeah good one, constant speed drivers are indeed very annoying.
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.
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.In most soccer leagues around the globe, a tie is a built in result. It's part of the strategy.
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.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.
it's all in good clean fun, until..... you really do blind grandma with those high beams and she smacks you head-onBright light patrolman are always male, between ages 20-40, typically in a truck, and typically need a good ass-whippin'.
Bright light patrolman are always male, between ages 20-40, typically in a truck, and typically need a good ass-whippin'.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.
I'm too old for the latter but I've got a swift bright light trigger finger.
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.
Bright light patrolman are always male, between ages 20-40, typically in a truck, and typically need a good ass-whippin'.well, I will be in Texas tomorrow when it gets dark
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 darkWell I can tough talk with the best of 'em, and my bluff is rarely called.
I'm not too old to whip their asses!
V8s are goodand 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.
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.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."
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.
I hate bright light patrolman. To me, worse than constant speed moron.I want to know if I'm accidentally driving with my brights on.
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.
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.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.
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.
How about the driver in the left lane driving at the same speed as another driver in the right lane so nobody can pass themmy 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.
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
In Texas if you continue to drive in the left lane and are holding up traffic youre subject to a $200 fineI 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.
I want to know if I'm accidentally driving with my brights on.The problem is, my brights aren't on.
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.
Sorry, Fearless. You don't make the cut.nah, I'm not that guy
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.
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
you know what i really hate?This is why I have grand plans to clone myself, so the extra me can still be productive during my normal sleeping hours.
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...
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.
...In my Boss 302...Smoothly played offhanded humble brag. My 19 year old gf agrees.
I like sleeping.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.
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.
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 minutesYep. Gotta pull out and park the car first. Can't keep blocking the pump from others using it.
Smoothly played offhanded humble brag. My 19 year old gf agrees.Heh!
SPeed bumps. I actually love speed bumps. They take initiative.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.
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.
SPeed bumps. I actually love speed bumps. They take initiative.Speed limit signs give warning of an event (ticket) that has a 0.5% chance of happening at any given time.
Speed limit signs say”would you please?” Course most people don’t.
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 don't own an 1964 Aston Martin but I have lots of 19 year old girlfriends.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.
Well... more or less.
or the girl's parents
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.
Color me sad that nobody gave me hell for my reciprocal offhanded humble brag.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.
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.
Color me sad that nobody gave me hell for my reciprocal offhanded humble brag.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.
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.Ha, that's funny. Posting first and thinking second (by everyone I mean) has always made for some interesting threads around here.
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.
and you shouldn't
I don't envy anyone being the father of daughter(s).
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.I am remiss, cousin Fred. Your mischievous ingenuity and initiative is only exceeded by your ability to take a secret to the grave.
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).
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 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.when you include every penis in town, there's going to be one or three that would like to notch a totem pole.
I always get a big smile when he says it because his daughter is about as a attractive as a totem pole.
here is something i think i hate...and tell em to stay off your lawn too
... 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.
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 phrase would you suggest?
What bugs me is the phrase "adult" entertainment. Oh yeah that's *really* mature.
yes, you are and I appreciate itNah 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.
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.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.
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."
EEver tickle a dog? They won’t laugh.I don't believe they are ticklish
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!
Dogs laugh with their tails.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 read that on a refrigerator magnet somewhere.
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.
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.
Wait, you were in the Austin area? I thought you were just headed to Dallas?Oh, let me tell you. It's a plague.
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.
Let me tell a little something about my fascinating world in the LCP.Holy Sheepshit
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?
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.
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?
Wait....No problem. We need some unpredictability around here.
I was writing that last message in the football fiction thread.
it's a little like Charley and his french friesespecially after 10 beers
I try not to eat the wrapper, but it doesn't always work out
caused me to think of Burnt Eyes
My bother who did drugs for years had crazy eyes and dubious judgement.
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.
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.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.
So many times it happens that we live our lives in chains and we never even know we hold the key.
Didn't make no sense...You hold on there, Pete Hogwollop.
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....
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
People shoveled snow down here from their sidewalk only to put in a Yeti coolerAh! Perfect for this thread too. Something I hate! YETI apparel.
You have a future in porn stories.hah, he also has a colorful past with porn stories!
Of course at our age, whatever calling we may have missed is simply a missed calling.
Ah! Perfect for this thread too. Something I hate! YETI apparel.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.
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...I believe they're called Big Foot in the American Northwest and Sasquatch in Canada.
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.Absolutely no way to that suggestion, this person is also very pregnant.
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.
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?
New hate-rant.I feel the ed zach say way about my golf ball.
If it ain't yours, don't fricken TOUCH it, AT ALL!
Trashing my lunch? Woo I would have a hard time with that one...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.
Well it's a great day.... for me to whoop somebody's ass....
You people work?we are young
hah, he also has a colorful past with porn stories!And French Lesbians. And pantyhose. He likes those.
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.Yep
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.
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
and the oriental chicks down the street at the lunch spot - Thai, Korean, Filipino, Vietnamese? can't recallWTF is wrong with your memory?
WTF is wrong with your memory?probably not too much wrong with my memory for my age and the alcohol abuse
Cuz Fred,
How is your memory doing? Same question to the Hookster.
There's doods on my dock that have Yeti coolers. They like to brag that they can hold ice all weekend.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
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.
Thai girls. The inscrutably mysterious Thai daughters of the old dude who owned Wok n Roll.see, I listed the Thai girls first, just wasn't as confident as I'd like to be
I miss that place. Health Department closed it down about the time they opened a branch in ABIA.
who needs a coolerI'm 3/4 German
its a proven fact that warm beer gets you just as drunk as cold beer
I know cause Ive tested it several times
probably not too much wrong with my memory for my age and the alcohol abuseI was just joshing. I'm with you.
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?
You know, they don't actually drink "warm" beer in Europe.2 freakin degrees below zero here this morning and fresh snow on the driveway
Although I suppose I could understand why a golderned Iowa yankee would consider 50-55 degrees to be warm...
why would anyone want to live where it snows all the timeI don't think anyone wants to
WAY smarter than most folks from south of the mason/dixon
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/dixonone funny thing ahile in Scottsbluff
I don't think anyone wants toNope, 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...
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...I just stumbled across that joint a week ago, never really noticed it before.
one funny thing ahile in ScottsbluffI’ve had similar experiences in San Francisco, Las Vegas, Puerto Vallarta, and New Orleans. Probably other places too that aren’t such ready memories.
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
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
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
Thai girls. The inscrutably mysterious Thai daughters of the old dude who owned Wok n Roll.what's your take on the North Korean Olympic cheerleaders?
I miss that place. Health Department closed it down about the time they opened a branch in ABIA.
I do like Anna Cappellini. Nice legs, cute ass, great smile, sassy disposition.I'll stick with the downhill skiing gals
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.generous and logical of you to not hate on us yanks, just because we were born in the snow belt
To a large extent ones religion and politics are shaped by their upbringing too.
I do like Anna Cappellini. Nice legs, cute ass, great smile, sassy disposition.I've always liked skaters
what's your take on the North Korean Olympic cheerleaders?Is America the only place that bought that bill of goods called diversity?
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I'm moving to Austin in a few years, just to annoy uteeBecause Austin is the only place to avoid sub-zero temps and snow.
and well, to avoid sub-zero temps and snow
I respect Texans for this. If yer gonna be the biggest a-hole, embrace it and be proud of itI’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
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.
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 Notyes, "respect" is probably a bit much
The 8th wonder of the world = the magnetism of Austin TXI'm a small town dirt farmer - not much into magnets
I'm a small town dirt farmer - not much into magnetsOut towards Taylor will get you off the beaten path pretty quick - may get too rednecky for you in that die-rection.
I'd probably settle up north around Leander, Round Rock, Georgetown, Taylor
Somewhere off the beaten paved freeway
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.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.
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.
I just need an inexpensive place near a decent golf course, 18 holes is a mustHill Country and inexpensive are two terms that refuse to co-exist any longer. Horseshoe Bay has a course near Marble Falls.
Y'all should meet at that Redneck Heaven joint. Right up Slick's alley....stopped in there a few weeks ago, looking for Shiner..........
I love the one warning you not to feed the shampoo to you petWait.... so we're not supposed to feed our pets shampoo?!!!
I hate stupid warning labels.Fort Worth has a museum district?
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?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.
Is that the same as the Stockyards District?
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? :)I grill. I ain't got time to barbecue.
I'm glad you found your beef ribs. I knew that was gnawing on your brother.only been to H-town once, about 30 years ago
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.
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.
I grill. I ain't got time to barbecue.golfers have the same problem
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.You know what I hate????
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.
unfortunately, I don't have the tolerance for drama and bullshit to spend as much time as I should with womenI 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.
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.
:)
My karma ran over your dogma.well the thing about karma is it will sometimes bite you in the ass
I hate politicsBuilding on that, I hate lame attempts to bait people into meaningless political arguments
Hey Erin, tell us the red flags that send wom3n scurrying away from men.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’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.
...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.
Hey Erin, tell us the red flags that send wom3n scurrying away from men.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.
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.
... 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 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.
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 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
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.
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.
on this same line....... there's obviously the credit card debt deal
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 dealThey should have carts running down city streets with criers yelling, "Bring out your dead."
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.
perhaps a mobile crematorium????so you could have dual crematorium with a wood chipper where you could choose between dry or wet fertilizer
complete with recycled Folger's cans
The Big Lebowski - Donny's ashes - YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OrGhs2TQDM)
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 donorsSometimes 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.
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.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.
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!
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...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.
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.
define: goodMakes me think of this song:
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.
John Bonham's hat is spot on!Bonzo's birthday today! Happy 70th!
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.
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...my buddy says some of his songs are hard to recognize after a few words are altered
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.
I watched Hee Haw religiously, cause my Grandfather seemed to enjoy it.Remember Gunilla Hutton?
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
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!
Remember Gunilla Hutton?from Petticoat Junction?
Gunilla. Cool name. I might name my next mutt Gunilla.
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.
I hate losing my interest in UT sports.I can sympathize.
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.
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.
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.Well thank you for doing your part.
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.
Dammmit!
He was the minister of education at my church.
Dammmit.
“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.”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.
“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.”
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.
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.
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.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.
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.
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.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 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.
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 playingIt 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.
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.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 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.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.
... 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.
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.
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.Very well said, Amos.
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.We did the same thing in '80 for Reagan-Carter (elementary school for me), and in '84 for Reagan-Mondale (Jr. High for me).
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.
The LSU player was originally suspended for failing a drug test and then was later arrested for pot possessionIncorrect, on both counts.
Most young people today.....all those names you just dropped? Yeah, they don't know who any of those people are.Sure gripe all you want,Amos, but indulge me the opportunity to kindly counter.
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.
Hooky, may I counter.Maybe we should have more world wars to accelarate the maruration process. :)
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. :)
Anyway, I love music. The End.You would really like it if you would listen to something deeper than a bird bath.
Music is art, and with any art, its value exists only to those who appreciate it.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.
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.
I think todays country western
Its about principle and legacy... And it's because fuck them, thats why.Ed Zachery
Me: you know what else is no fees and even easier? CASH!I'm a straight up cash homie
I'm a straight up cash homieAnd another year older today, yeah?
but, I'm old
My bank uses ZelleI 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).
I used it the other day
pretty simple really
My bank uses Zelle
I used it the other day
pretty simple really
Wait a minute. Did you just haiku?Why yes I did
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.
**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 insteaWell 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.
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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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.
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.
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.We made our last house payment last May
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 MayHa! They’re monsters!
Debt free feels good
course now I get emailed twice a week from my bank offering an equity loan
... 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.
It's all about the hippie lettuce with you, isn't it? ;)What can I say? It's the greatest plant given by God.
Have I ever told yall how much I love motion detector tech, especially for public restrooms?
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!"
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
I've only caught that show a couple of times, but for the most part I'm unimpressed with the science.This is what I mean
So basically, those guys are wishing they were THIS thread.
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.No. I love it.
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?
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.Your fiance is 65?
Suck it, cancer.
Wait.... Amos, did you say your 64 year old friend AND your 65 year old fiance are both distant relatives of yours?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.
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.I am very sorry for your losses. Please accept my sincere condolences. Those ages are, indeed, way too young.
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
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.
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.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
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.
That's another thing I hate. Sandwich spreads.I'm not picky, will eat almost anything, and I will eat sandwich spreads. Ate them many times at my Ex-wife's family.
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.
My mother-in-law is dead and hasn't given me one minute's grief.You lucky bastard.
Oh, that reminds me......I got married, if it's any interest to anyone. There's now a Mrs. DeTiger.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.
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.
Just kidding. May the good lord bless and keep her soul.you're not kidding
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.Nebraska fans do this all the time.... This year, I think it is worse with the Frost optimism.
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?
Thanks, doods.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.
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.
...
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.
I finally took BC's advice and "wifed the broad."
fake news:
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I long for the days when we just reported things..
Remember when kids were allowed to ride in the box of a pickup?
Im a very busy man and got things to do
Reminds of back in the early 90's when Denis Leary had a video on MTV, song called "Asshole" that included the lyrics:He was the step dad in Sand Lot.
I'll drive really slow
in the ultra-fast lane
while people behind me
are going insane
'cuz I'm an asshooooooooole......
Gap closers.
I hate gap closers.
I live for gaps.
People who close gaps are just hateful and inconsiderate.
Gap closers.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.
I hate gap closers.
I live for gaps.
People who close gaps are just hateful and inconsiderate.
us poor yankees call the bed of the pickup truck a box if it has 3 sides and a tailgatea flatbed is where the high class girls from Oklahoma have sex.
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
Today I was reminded of something I hate: poky a-holes.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.
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?
And what about the 17 people in America who still write checks.worse is the self checkouts at Walmart, 92% of the folks in Walmart aren't capable of using them. This 92% includes Walmart employees.
Get behind one of those dinosaurs at the grocery store and you might as well just drop your groceries and leave.
so... you're the problemonly if you're behind me
hey, I still pay with cash and certainly do my best to rid my pockets of nickles, dimes, and penniesMay 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.
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.”
I always carry cashWell, 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.
but, I was born in 1962
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.Hooky I noticed the same thing but I lack the eloquence to describe it as you do so well.
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.Thank you, Gigem. I cherish your kind words and endeavor to live up to your esteem.
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.
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!!!!"Loved this. Both the story and the outcome. And, something tells me your buddy Dennis knows that you 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.
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.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.
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.
I'll stick with Carlos SantanaSantana is one of my all time favorites too, but it's not an either/or, ya know?
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.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.
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.
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.with the correct funnel, you can fill your car the same way you fill the mower
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.
Santana is one of my all time favorites too, but it's not an either/or, ya know?You have to admire Astrud Gilberto.
I love me some Brazilian bossa nova
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwo0Cn-MAGE
I like the flashing yellow left turn lightThat's the fastest way on the road to confuse grandma!
I hate it when people go all sentimental when it's uncalled for.
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.
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
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.Where is "here"? Are you visiting somewhere?
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.
it's wings Wednesday at my placeIts doordash Wednesday at my place
gonna warm up the air-fryer and doctor up some Frank Red hot to crank up the heat
Man, I gotta go hang out with you cats!Oh we do that a lot, too.
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.
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."
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...My house is 3300 Sq Ft two story with two air conditioners
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
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
I hate it when I'm doing 90 on an 8-lane freeway and all the other drivers are only going 80There are two kinds of drivers:
There are two kinds of drivers:
Folks who want to go faster than me - maniacs
Folks who want to go slower than me - idiots.
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
happens every day in Houston
This will make you ragey.
That's in Europe, prochain sortee.so, it's not just stoopid republicans and democrats?
My French "cousins" have some interesting notions about the US, those who haven't been here, mostly derived from movies I think.
were you wearing your black hat?No but I took at least one pair of boots and wore them regularly.
for Burnt Eyes......... because he hated many things6 is an interesting number. It is both the sum and the product of the first three prime numbers.
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).
well, at least you weren't fascinatedhey dont pull that misspelling shit on me
As an engineer with a very large amount of math background...
... that is not interesting.
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.You didnt know that????
I'm not kidding, I was absolutely livid.
You're a math nerd. I knew it all along.
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.Oh yeah, um, me too. Totally livid.
I'm not kidding, I was absolutely livid.
(https://i.imgur.com/r9KTCkQ.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/r9KTCkQ.jpg)OU was #1 a year or two ago. The point differentials must be pretty small up near the top.
So the degree I'm pursuing I only just noticed is classified in the department of mathematics.(https://scontent.ffod1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.30808-6/333263564_217413100741955_2537032313180898557_n.jpg?_nc_cat=1&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=730e14&_nc_ohc=gcp8Mn-fjlAAX9dtGQC&_nc_ht=scontent.ffod1-1.fna&oh=00_AfAKyBQBkBm1HoZ9Qm_jUbg10k4dmArOYVyZufUSSHg_GQ&oe=6410B619)
I don't feel like I know much about math at all.
That's what I hate.
What does "prime" really mean when applied to ground beef? Is that just a marketing term? Maybe it's 70-30 GB.I always thought it was determined by the amount of fat content
Prime is pretty meaningless across the board to be honest. The only cut that's actually inspected and graded, is the ribeye. And the only part of the ribeye that's actually inspected and graded, is the marbling between the 12th and 13th rib.Ed Zachery
So I suppose for hamburger, it means that whatever primal was ground up to make it, came from a "prime" carcass. But since hamburger can be made from various cuts, and they don't every specify, then I think it's pretty silly,
As an engineer with a very large amount of math background...I've failed math so many times I can't count
... that is not interesting.
I've failed math so many times I can't countneed to watch "Are You Smarter Then A 5th Grader"
I made it out of geometry but struggled simply because i had too many classes in the fall and was playing football plus practice/work out. After all of that left little time for studying postulates and the theorems.But the basic math I needed has served me all right for my positionsgood excuse
I initially read that as “studying prostitutes”. Heh.In today's universities you prolly could get a masters degree on one. Not like that sort of thing would interest anyone here tho
good excuseHey i could cheat in other classes but you had to know about prostitutes in Geometry just ask Gigem
Hey i could cheat in other classes but you had to know about prostitutes in Geometry just ask GigemThis comment has been up for months and I still have no idea what it means.
I initially read that as “studying prostitutes”. Heh.
This comment has been up for months and I still have no idea what it means.apparently, you haven't asked Gig'em
Losing to Texas.
I hate it when you go to the store to get something and there’s a bunch of empty spots near the front but just before you pull in you see the sign for online orders or curbside service. In the primo parking spot. Not only do you have to deal with the handicap spots, the expecting mothers, and now the curbside service.I park in the curbside service spots all the time. They're on the correct side for the exit I need to take. If they looked really full, with only 1 or 2 available, I suppose I might find somewhere else to park. But they're never full, they're rarely even half full. I feel no guilt parking in them.
I park in the curbside service spots all the time. They're on the correct side for the exit I need to take. If they looked really full, with only 1 or 2 available, I suppose I might find somewhere else to park. But they're never full, they're rarely even half full. I feel no guilt parking in them.Same. And if you think critically about it, why do the spots need to be so close to the store? The people don’t plan on getting out of their vehicle and going into the store. I suppose it saves the workers a little distance but I bet it comes out a wash since they probably have to carry items out to other cars a further distance away.
I hate it when you buy one thing with a company and they send you 3-4 spam emails per week for things you’d never even consider buying. Then, when you hit the unsubscribe button, it doesn’t work and you still get 3-4 emails per week.I probably get 50 spam emails a day
Do they not understand that I’m less likely to do business with them in the future if they just annoy the shit out of me ? Do they really think I need 3-4 emails per week ?
My email has a pretty good function that sends spam to some area called "promotions". It also will not ring if a number calls me I don't have recorded to accept calls from.I scan and delete my spam every day so mine doesnt fill up
The problem is my promotions storage is filling up with all that crap and occasionally a real email will go there.
I dislike it when calling a doctor's office I have to go through some lengthy multiple menu system on my phone.
I hate people who drive in the left lane and match speeds with a car next to them.How about trucks when one pulls into the fast lane doing about 0.1 mph faster than the truck in the right lane .... my wife HATES that.
How about trucks when one pulls into the fast lane doing about 0.1 mph faster than the truck in the right lane .... my wife HATES that.like the autobahn, somebody flashes their lights......... get the hell outta the way
All numbers are interesting.
All numbers matter.Unless your number's up
KilgoreMan, that's a blast from the past!
Man, that's a blast from the past!In this voice: