Re: Random randomness
Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 2:56 pm
You monster.Unagi wrote:Your ass looked fat in those jeans... just so you know
That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons bring us some web forums whereupon we can gather
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You monster.Unagi wrote:Your ass looked fat in those jeans... just so you know
Oh man! I go to this place when we visit the in-laws. I have a T-Shirt. Hell, I could have it on under this sweater right now. FUCK - I DO! whoa.LordMortis wrote:RIP Marvin. May you be preserved in history, as you preserved it for others.
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When I was a young child, my absolute favorite thing ever was to go to the arcade/promenade in the autumn at a place called greenfield village, where they had fresh cider and doughnuts being made before my eyes all for me to consume only a short walking distance from this giant two floored gazebo full coin driven mechanical toys going back to the beginning of coin driven mechanical toys all for me to play with if I had a penny, nickel, dime, or quarter. That arcade for reasons I don't understand went away but years later Marvin picked up that legacy and gave me my childhood love of the history of arcades and boardwalks back.
It's too bad I got none of the gift of understanding of things mechanical, no matter how hard I tried, even if mechanical artistry is my absolute favorite.
I'm not a master of the area, is this by chance the same cider mill and donut place we visit: Franklin Cider Mill ?LordMortis wrote:When I was a young child, my absolute favorite thing ever was to go to the arcade/promenade in the autumn at a place called greenfield village, where they had fresh cider and doughnuts being made before my eyes.
It's in Dearborn. Greenfield Village is an attempt to preserve the 18th and 19th centuries in day to day life behind the Henry Ford Museum. We have lots of cider mills in the area but the Greenfield Village one is the cider Mill that I associate with childhood, even though we had one less than two miles from my house.Unagi wrote:I'm not a master of the area, is this by chance the same cider mill and donut place we visit: Franklin Cider Mill ?LordMortis wrote:When I was a young child, my absolute favorite thing ever was to go to the arcade/promenade in the autumn at a place called greenfield village, where they had fresh cider and doughnuts being made before my eyes.
OK, I just got excited at the idea of buying you a bag of warm donuts at the Franklin Cider Mill one day.LordMortis wrote:It's in Dearborn. Greenfield Village is an attempt to preserve the 18th and 19th centuries in day to day life behind the Henry Ford Museum. We have lots of cider mills in the area but the Greenfield Village one is the cider Mill that I associate with childhood, even though we had one less than two miles from my house.Unagi wrote:I'm not a master of the area, is this by chance the same cider mill and donut place we visit: Franklin Cider Mill ?LordMortis wrote:When I was a young child, my absolute favorite thing ever was to go to the arcade/promenade in the autumn at a place called greenfield village, where they had fresh cider and doughnuts being made before my eyes.
Fresh cider doughnuts are my kryptonite. I don't generally really care for doughnuts. If they are there and I haven't had breakfast and I've been up for a few hours, I'll eat one with coffee because calories. But fresh cider doughnuts are ridiculous. I could be stupid enough to pop one after another after another like they were peanut M&Ms. My day actually just got a little brighter just thinking about them.Unagi wrote:OK, I just got excited at the idea of buying you a bag of warm donuts at the Franklin Cider Mill one day.
My mentally disabled sister also has to express every thought that flits through her mind and it drives me up the wall, but... sigh. And so do my BiL (40+) and MiL, but they don't really have any excuses. J knows how maddening it is for me, so I'm off the hook as much as possible for social events only requiring his presence. He's better at putting up with my sister than I am too.Skinypupy wrote:You know what I miss more than anything in the world? Quiet.
Wonder Twins 3.6 and Little B 7.8 means a non-stop, never-ending commentary of every possible thing that occurs within a 100' radius, along with verbalization of every thought that runs through their heads. Oh, and it's in stereo.
After a long day at work, coming home to a stream of consciousness update from my 8 year old son is sometimes more than I can handle. It's not nice, but I call it verbal diarrhea. It completely blocks out your ability to think and process, and is a form of psychic assault. I often have to ask him to "Think his thoughts" so other people can think their own. For years we've been using that cue, and it still doesn't work. He lasts maybe 60-90 seconds and the talk starts up again. The only quiet times he has are when he's on his 3DS with headphones on. It's not rare for me to go to another room and lock myself in with my Kindle for 30 minutes so I can decompress a little and then rejoin the family.silverjon wrote:Thought on convo about distracted driving from back in November: This is why never getting a driver's license is not necessarily a failure of being an adult. It can be an informed decision to accept one's limitations.
My mentally disabled sister also has to express every thought that flits through her mind and it drives me up the wall, but... sigh. And so do my BiL (40+) and MiL, but they don't really have any excuses. J knows how maddening it is for me, so I'm off the hook as much as possible for social events only requiring his presence. He's better at putting up with my sister than I am too.Skinypupy wrote:You know what I miss more than anything in the world? Quiet.
Wonder Twins 3.6 and Little B 7.8 means a non-stop, never-ending commentary of every possible thing that occurs within a 100' radius, along with verbalization of every thought that runs through their heads. Oh, and it's in stereo.
Unagi wrote:Oh, I know.
I planned to leave you powerless and in great peril.
I hate it when a good buffet turns out to be a mirage.LordMortis wrote:illusive good buffet.
It's all in the dessert.Isgrimnur wrote:I hate it when a good buffet turns out to be a mirage.LordMortis wrote:illusive good buffet.
I enjoyed Rollins in that role. Just bucket loads of "No f%$ks given" left and right. For a former dishwasher and valet, he did a bang-up job.dbt1949 wrote:I just saw a movie I'd never heard of called He never died.
What a really cool movie. I loved the main character and his attitude. He just found everybody boring.
Why should they mind? Do you know anyone that associates "open office environment" with a positive experience? If anyone is pissed, it should be Apache.LordMortis wrote:Learning how to walk next to a person and talk in a quiet voice in an open office environment is proving to be... difficult
Also I wonder if MS is pissed at how open office is such a ubiquitous term.
Didn't. He still slammed his fist into the passenger window, but no damage to the window, so I didn't start shooting video. Weirdest thing, as he was in the middle of his profane raging at me, he called me a child-molester - where the heck did that come from? Some deep-seated freudian issue?Zarathud wrote:Never get out of the car.
Leaving aside the questionable content, when did it become a thing to compose math questions so that they can be answered by knowing trivia instead of just, you know, solving the equation?
A US secondary school has apologised after setting a maths questions that asked students about a girl being sexually abused by family members.
The homework asked: "Angelou was sexually abused by her mother's _______ at age 8, which shaped her career choices and motivation for writing."
Pupils in Perkasie, Pennsylvania, were given an algebra formula with the assignment to solve the problem.
Parents complained to Pennridge High School officials about the homework.
A subsequent question in the same homework asked about a single mother who is trying to support her son by working as a pimp and a prostitute.
It asked what was her other means of support, including another formula for the options, bookie, drug dealer and nightclub dancer.
The questions were based on the life of the famed American poet Maya Angelou, but many parents complained the subject matter was not appropriate for young teenagers or a maths equation.