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For those interested in becoming members of The Complaint Thread™, there are Disorientation Classes on the 32nd of each month.
Or you can just read and post at your leisure. It's all good.
From what I saw of Nebraska it seems to be just like Alabama without the, ... the..., well just about everything. I rode into Omaha, Nebraska at 5:00 PM on a weekday and stayed in a downtown hotel. The streets were deserted. Poof, empty. And the sidewalks were rolled up and everybody's windows shuttered.
LOL!
...in room 501 at the Daz Headquarters.
I spent a week in Jacksonville, Florida one night. True story. My bus heading home was late arriving in Jacksonville so I had to spend the night waiting for the next bus. On the plus side, I had an interesting conversation with an Inuit guy.
Knock three times, and ask for Tony.
Wow. I haven't laughed so much since I can remember.
...spent a week in Jacksonville myself at the American Kitefliers National Convention back in '91. Everybody here in Portland was envious as it was early October when the rainy season usually begins here.
Well, it rained almost the entire week there during the convention (including thunderstorms...most of us were not looking forward to recreating ol' Ben's experiment). One day one of the flying fields resembled a small pond, that's how heavy it rained. Meanwhile, back home in Portland that week, it was in the upper 70s to low 80s with nary a drop of rain at all.
The high point of the whole thing was taking a trip to the Cape afterwards (no launch that day), and stopping at what at the time was possibly the first craft brewery in the state in Jacksonville Beach.
You'll be most welcome, but watch that first step! It'll leave you in stitches.
I might go to Jacksonville area for Thanksgiving.
Y'all go to Jacksonville, you want to watch out for the first long bridge. It used to be one badass bridge.
First complaint -- it's multi-faceted:
1) The dog done throwed up on the floor.
2) There ain't no Lysol on the place.
3) Carpet is on the floor.
4) She ate chicken.
5) Salmonella, here we go.
Great.
Jacksonville, Florida is strange. Despite being in Florida it can't decide if it's a northern or southern city.
Nice job! Definitely complaint-worthy first complaint.
peeks ... is the heatwave over? i'se breathing right naos and no sweaty
Thank you.
I thought that one was worth noting.
Yes, if it comes in a few hours time! When it does, it doesn't help the drought very much...when it comes down that fast, more is lost to runoff than is absorbed into the ground.
Dana
...NGOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suggestions, observations or "cudda bin wurses"....
1) Cudda bin a gorilla and he cudda thrown up inta the fan... Cudda bin onea dem big gators, throwd up the neighbors an now he's hungry agan...
2) Who needs Lysol and whatnot crazy chemicals... God made fire and fire sterilizes everything... And it's mostly free...
3) This is the correct place for the carpet, the mirrors go on the ceiling... If the mirrors are on the floor, and the carpet on the ceiling, yer house may be upside down... It happens... I've been there... Not yer house, just upside down... But better the carpet is on the floor, not the ceiling and better it was the dog and not the gorilla who messed it...
4) Chicken ain't so bad... This is a dog were are talkin about, and they will eat just about anything... I guess this is just another "cudda bin wurs"... But it cudda bin a five day old road possum that'd bin bakin in the sun and had reach the level of ripeness that only a dog could appreciate (vintage possum is like a fine wine or cheese to people)... Then to chase it down she coulda gone down ta the Burrito-Mart and ordered herself the Mexifest Burrito-Bomb Deluxe from the dumpster out back... An washed that down with the two day old, pie tin of milk the crazy cat lady keeps leavin out fer the "kitties" (Which are actually raccoons)... And... She cudda hopped inta bed with ya a second before the fireworks began... And I'm talking the fire frum both ends... And it cudda freaked her out so she took off leavin' a distinct trail of her passin'... all thru the house... And the house cudda been upside down and the gorilla and the gator cudda bin fight'n in the livin room and slipped in the trail, and fell all over the sofa... Kinda makes ya wanna go to church and say thanks now... Eh?
5) I'm guess'n yer meaning the disease not the adventure park... Cuz that was disappointing and nuthin like the commercials... But, a little samomniller ain't nuthin compared ta Mad Gorilla Disease or whatever would be brewing in that possum carcass, dumpster burrito, raccoon milk and the subsequent puppy trail...
Yeah... That was mostly a cudda been worse.... But still, sometimes it helps to think of the bullet we dodged, whilst we are facing a current dilemma... Not much of consolation though, if moments after you posted that, all the stuff I mentioned came to pass, but if it didn't it mighta put stuff in perspective or at least made you snicker because I mentioned the gator having eaten the neighbors and you were picturing the annoying loud ones.
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not serious - hopes
godiva pron to feel better about life
Non complaint: Settling in to not having broadcast or cable TV. Using HULU and NetFlix through the Internet. Best thing about it is that one can start a series from the first episode.
Also non-complaint: I love the theme music to the British show "Vera". I'm never bored by the detective work, and whenever that low breathy theme music fades in I get goosebumps.
Tried to find the theme on the Internet but the best I could find was the snatch starting at 4:29 here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2GT8Iu6fro
dreams about mac pro. was a swimming pool in the center vortex.
Crack up, crack up...ROFL..jeez, I cain't hardly type.
Best friend just called..."Jan, I'm gonna call you back. I think you done got into something."
"No, this is me being normal."
Thanks, Cuz. I needed that. You and the little woman been hittin' the hard lemonade again?
Shore coulda. See, that dog was born sick, and she loves it. Should I credit the song? :-)
That would do it. But I cain't talk fire out of fingers, much less carpet, so I believe I'll stick w/chemicals.
Amen, brother. A -- men. Amen.
You're right. There is a silver lining to every cloud.
Well, I think I've just got beat at my own game, but that was funny as hell. You hackin' my computer, Cuz?
10 minutes to bus.
my eyes are sooo fatigued sooooooooo fatique
....cat for "feed me".
Morning. Blue sky a bit after dawn to brighten up winter gloom and lift spirits a little. Complaint: forgot to press "post comment" yesterday whisky tango foxtrot. Not complaint: gotta go across town and google traffic doesn't look to bad - oh iz Saturday, would explain it :)
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I was wandering in the local CVS drugstore a few days ago and watched an older gentleman, like me, inspect the display of candies and chocolates. He spent a little time looking at the bargain chocolates then moved over to the Godiva and other higher priced brands and then zeroed in on the dark chocolate varieties, to finally make his selection. I uncharacteristically stepped out of my shell and made first contact by saying to him "It seems the older we get, the more discerning we get about our chocolate." He grinned and said somethig to the effect "Yes, no use spending good money on bad chocolate."
I remember being a kid and Tootsie Rolls were my favorite chocolate. (* Arghhh,....gag me with a spoon. *)
When I lived in Washingon DC there was a Godiva store in the arches between the Grand Hall and the Second Hall (right of photo). Union Station serves both Amtrak trains and local Metro lines so we had easy and frequent occasion to pop into Union Station to grab a Godiva goodie. But that was 25 years ago when Godiva was still a treat for the sophisticated. But now you can find Godiva on the shelf of your local drugstore. Even out here in the boonies.
I wonder where that saying came from.
Yes, I edited this comment. I sure wish I hadn't thrown my filters away.
i have to take the bus to the posh mall for godiva truffles.
local lotto store has the rochero