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My 2023 car will fit four naked adult women and one smaller one comfortably. It will get 25 miles per gallon going uphill, and over 50 with no incline. On a highway, the driver assist features can compensate for so many things that if I had a drunken fool husband driving it, nobody would know he was drunken or a fool. On a residential road, they would know. And if I ever have to replace a light, it will probably cost me a thousand dollars but never mind that. I think my main point is, it's probably not fair to judge all modern cars based on Tesla cars.
So is the smaller one also naked, or is there enough room for clothing?
...inquiring minds want to know.
LOL I took my driving test in the family's beast of a mini-van. I'm not sure what the specs were on that thing, but if you floored the gas, it would think about accelerating. I had to tell my examiner that if I seemed like I was slow pulling away from the stops or getting up to speed, it wasn't hesitance on my part; the car just wasn't enthusiastic. He laughed. No issues parallel parking that thing, though I was the one person in the friend-group who had access to a Hauling Stuff Vehicle, so of course I always got recruited whenever someone was moving. And that stupid thing really liked randomly deciding, with a back end full of couch and boxes, that it wasn't going to start. I hadn't left the light on or anything; it was just cranky. Did it to Mom, too (it was mostly hers; Dad drove a different car). Oddly, it wasn't even the same issue every time. I liked the one they replaced it with much better, but by then everyone was pretty well settled.
Well my first car was a 1973 clutch, 3-speed, rubber mats, had A/C, heat, AM radio and it saved mine and my baby son's life in a snow storm when we hit a pile-up on black ice on the interstate going to work one morning. I hit a pickup truck with a reinforced bumper and another pickup truck with a reinforced bumper hit my rear. We got smashed between them. And then a VW Bug was richocheted off of my side three times. The car was the only one totalled out of the fifteen involved in two lanes. And we were lucky all the big rigs had got warning and moved to the 'fast' lane and were going really slow. I am rabid about seat belts and we had bruises where the straps grab me across my hips, and my son across his body in his car seat (he wasn't yet six months old). That car was second hand and only cost me $1200.00 and was considered a joke by those who could afford fancier cars. We walked away from that accident. It did its job.
Hat's off to that car, and I'm so glad you and your kid were/are okay. How terrifying.
Thank you. It is only recently I realized it was 26 years after my first car accident, one I didn't walk/crawl from. My family was driving home late during the night on a two lane highway in New Mexico from my mother's parents to our home, and what seemed like a motorcycle was in our lane coming at us. My dad moved over to avoid it, and drove the passenger side of the car directly into the drunk driver's car. Winter 1953/54 no seatbelts in cars, no safety glass, my 6-month old brother in a car bed in the second row, my older sister next to him. My mother was in the front passenger seat holding me, with our dog and her litter of puppies at her feet. The dogs died, my mother was able to hang on to me, but my head went into the glass, crushed, sliced & diced my skull, my mother's hips were crushed, right arm almost severed from her body. She was in hospital for nearly a year. Me, I don't know how long, but I was flown to Los Angeles when I got out of the hospital to live with my father's brother and his wife. There is a picture of me being carried down a propellar airplane at LAX by my father. No idea when I went back to live with my family. But caring for me convince my aunt and uncle to work on adopting their first child, a seven year process. So something wonderful came from this.
My family became rabid seat belt wearers. When my dad bought a new car in 1956 he also bought airplane seat belts and installed them to the frame. Did that until the belts became required in all cars. Still don't understand why buses don't have them.
Holy buckets. I'm sure my dad would've done similar.
Agreed on the buses. Seat belts save lives, and I will never understand why people have such issue with wearing them.
Same with bike helmets. Even the employee at the bike shop was taken aback when she pointed me to the cute kid-helmets for my offspring and I asked to see the higher grade ones. She warned me they'd be more expensive. I told her my kid's safety was worth the extra $$. One steep hill + physics later, the med staff at the children's hospital said Teen Kiddo (then 8 years old) would probably have wound up disabled or dead if not for their helmet. (Lost consciousness, barfed once, some lingering issues for about a week, then they were fine.) The helmet got retired, and I bought the same exact one as a replacement. Drives me nuts when people my generation and up go off about how *we* survived a childhood without them, and didn't personally know anyone who died from not having one, so clearly they're not necessary.
complaint: First Black Friday advert in my email. HALLOWEEN IS STILL A WEEK OFF!!! It's bad enough that there's decorations in the stores already (though I give a pass to the outdoor ones; that's legit in this state). At this rate when Christmas in July comes around, it's just going to keep going until New Year's.
@SilverGirl, I am glad you are a fantastic mother. While I never banged my head, I wore sandals and stripped the skin off the bottom of my foot and the metal prong foot pedal. No love from my parents, they had warned me. I still had to go to school walking two miles with my foot wrapped up. I learned the hard way. And I was in high school.
@richardandtracy, so glad you survived that. I was lucky I had a son who grabbed me in London when I forgot and looked the wrong way when I went to cross in a pedestrian crossing, with the light on for us to walk. Someone was speeding through the crosswalk against the light. To this day, I still look both ways, twice to make sure I am safe. And sometimes still have to jump back because of a speeder.
At one base we had an airman who persisted in riding his motorcycle in flip-flops, shorts, singlet on the 20 mile stretch to the main gate and wiped out three times, needing major repairs to his body. The Air Force finally got tired of him ignoring safety rules and made him pay for his medical bills.
We could fit the smaller one with clothes, or just four people of any size with clothes. That's more than I can fit in a DAZ Studio scene.
I need to brush my teeth, I think? I brought toothpaste with me but I forgot my toothbrush.
Heading to a fall festival right now. Got no good pictures of my mermaid costume right now. It is hard for me to do a full body picture of myself. I don't want to use the bathroom mirror trick. That mirror isn't great for that.
Why do I have toothpaste but no toothbrush with me? No clue.
@memcneil70 I try for fantastic... sometimes I make it, sometimes not. There are definitely times there's no way to save the kids from themselves, and the hard lesson happens. (I know I definitely learned a LOT of stuff the hard way.) I think ultimately the only thing I can claim for the helmet is that I had the benefit of parents who drilled it into me that not all safety equipment is equal (and Dad having a master's in engineering, would explain in great detail WHY it wasn't) and that some gambles are never worth taking. Probably a lot of parents figure a helmet is a helmet, or maybe due to factors with their kiddo, the only one they'll wear is the cute one. In that case, any helmet is better than none! I got lucky that while two of Teen Kiddo's first words strung together were "why not??" they've always been pretty good about accepting a reasonable explanation, even if they're not thrilled about it. I have not gotten so lucky with Little Dude, but I could never even get him to sit on a tricycle, so it wound up being a moot point. And possibly for the best. He's hard enough to keep up with on foot; I have no idea how I'd keep him safe on a bike.
@richardandtracy I'll add a second "glad you survived that"-- I'm shocked you didn't have more broken bones at the very least!
...was at the local Safeway on Thursday and saw they were already putting up Christmas displays and items on the shelves.
We are two months away.
Wouldn't be surprised to see Easter stuff in another month or so.
Here is a glow stick on a table at night. The fall festival is starting to close down. I'm waiting for my ride home.
Yeah, I had to walk past snowmen and reindeer to get to the Halloween stuff at the Target at the beginning of October, when we'd just recently had a day that hit 91 degrees for a high.
At least nowhere over here has started with the piped-in holiday torture music yet.
If Easter stuff comes out in a couple months, though, I'd be fine with that. Day after Halloween would be okay with me. Easter candy is awesome. If we all have to be commercially battered by somebody's religious observances, there needs to at least be tasty noms.
The sticks can be seen better in the dark.
I asked copilot ai to do this coloring page for tomorrow night.
I will admit I walked into my neighborhood World Market a few weeks ago and they were a few days into putting up their Christmas goods, still had Halloween and Thanksgiving and others around too. We had lost my old little Christmas tree of 25 years to the dumpster. I saw a small white tree with tiny, tiny ornaments glistening in the overhead lights and I was entranced. I looked over the offerings and then went on my way to look for Asian bowls to replace a rice bowl that broke when I dropped it. But I keep thinking of that little tree and I knew that if I waited for a time closer to Christmas that area would be razed by early shoppers. So I grabbed a basket, put my gathered bowls in, and then did my own raiding of the Christmas display. When my flatmate got home from work I showed him what I bought and his eyes lit up. The joy helped to lighten his day. We promised to wait until after Thanksgiving not to put it up or any of our other Christmas stuff around the apartment. The sad fact is that store workers are beaten down by holiday sales, frantic customers, and hours being cut now. Be kind out there.
It is cold this morning in NC. I didn't want to look for my jacket because it will be warmer when I get out of church.
Complaint, my room is cold. The landlady probably won't turn on the heat until November. I think?
It seems to be getting into cold time of the year for USA.
it seems that Pastor Dan works every Sunday morning. He goes to church, but then he stands in front of the congregation and talks. Probably better than him standing there twiddling his thumbs and whistling. Wait! That might get the attention of the crowd, but then he will have to follow up with a good sermon.
Non-complaint: Last night Symphony Buddy and I went to the old Warner theater in Erie, Pennsylvania. The house was nearly full. The first piece was a short choral piece by Brahms. I'm not a fan of choral singing at all, so that was a complete bore.
Thankfully it was short. The second piece was a looong version of Beethoven's Violin Concerto, where the soloist was barely audible, and I had to cup my ears all the time to hear him. My arm fell asleep, as I nearly did.
The only saving grace was the energy of the 3rd movement.
Thankfully, the main performace of the evening was the Rachmaninoff 2nd Symphony My favorite. And it was done wonderfully.
Haunting, brash, swelling, exploding, soothing & dreamy where it needed to be, and eminently audible. Very pleased. It made up for the other disappointments.
Be still my beating heart: Also while there, a few rows ahead of me was a young handsome guy with a beautiful black, short, wide, dense, flat Mohawk haircut.
Perfect in every detail. Reminding me of the time, 30 years ago when I still had hair and an atheletic body, when I went to the Sydney Opera House in full leather and with a similar haircut. I had to go talk to him for a moment during intermission to give him a thumbs up and a "good onya mait".
Whoo! I waited 2 whole pages to catch up reading. 2 pages have a lot more posts than they used to have.
So, in catching up:
I've never been on a boat on the ocean. I spent a month in Florida one week (not a fan, hot and humid every day? No thanks).
My first car was a beat-up old 1963 Rambler American that I bought from my brother for $100 bucks. I wonder how many naked women would have fit in that car? I never managed to get even one in it.
That car had a top speed of 50 mph. It would go faster but it would start shaking like an out of balance washing machine. I ended up totaling that car and walked away with a concussion and a night in the hospital for observation.
And that's all I remember. Ta!
Oh, I'd never take my ire at the early sales out on the employees -- they're just trying to make a paycheck, same as the rest of us. And I can't even fault shoppers for buying things, knowing they get picked over so soon. Or even putting up holiday stuff early -- do what brings you joy! (Full confession: my holiday tree is still up from a few years ago, partly because it brings us joy, and partly because it blocks the railing with the drop-off to the stairs on the other side, which I'm sure Little Dude would try climbing and inevitably hurt himself if only he could get to it.)
I just hate the greedy commercialization of it all and have some serious side-eye for the corproate higher-ups who decide such things. And also holiday music makes me want to put my ears out with a spork. And spontaneously there's scented stuff everywhere, and artificial fragrances give me migraines, so even going to get groceries becomes a huge gamble on how functional I'll be for the rest of the day.
But I'm glad you got a tree-friend to keep you company. :)
non-complaint: The weather is absolutely perfect out today. Our walk was idyllic. And it's not forecasted to snow on Halloween this year, so Teen Kiddo and I won't be freezing our toes and noses off when I take them around trick-or-treating. :)
It is raining here. Not sure if a duck would like this rain.
I made cupcakes for this event I'm heading to, but they are still in the kitchen. I'm on my way and can't get them.
I want to go home and put on my pjs, take my night medicine and get into bed. And go to sleep.
At least, I'm on my way home.
My dog is following me around everywhere with a squeaky toy in his mouth, rhythmically squeaking it as I walk along and I'm starting to feeling I've got theme music...
It feels like the Imperial March, but if Darth Vader wore a clown costume instead of those black techno-pajamas and a cape.
I'm not wearing a clown costume... ... ...at the moment (the pause was because I had to double check), but I'd definitely wear a cape...
Not one of those "superhero capes", those are pretty stupid. I'm talking about a good quality supervillain cape... and a spiffy jacket with a decent height Mandarin collar (like James Bond wore in "Doctor No")...
Some people call those a 'Nehru collar", but a mandarin collar is more like the Cadet collar you'd find on an M65 US army field jacket, but a little shorter and without assorted accoutrements sewn to it...
I used to have a great military style cape and a jacket with that type of collar, which I found in a surplus store in Canal Street in NYC in the 80s... They were both black and fit great...
I'd wear them when I wanted to a look a little spiffier than just a regular jacket...
Unfortunately the jacket got a whole bunch of holes burned into it and the most of the cape was eaten by a large-ish animal...
I was never able to find a suitable replacement and NYC decided in the late 90s that they were going to gentrify the canal street area and turn it into a mall store type shopping area...
Instead the entire area ended up becoming a mix of sneaker and mobile phone stores... the developers drove out all the small eclectic businesses that sold all the coolest stuff... it was an artist and inventor's haven that was irreplaceable, something the internet could never remotely offer.
But I digress...
The original point if I actually had one was that my dog is going around with a squeaky toy (a soft cloth chew toy that looks like a can of hard seltzer... "White Paw" to be precise...) providing me with my own theme music... and the weird thing (besides the whole dog himself) is that adorable idiot is actually fascinated with making sounds... especially rhythmic ones... like he'd pick up his water dish (spilling water everywhere) and bang it against the cabinets because he discovered it made a cool "pang" sound... so he'd go around "panging" it on different surfaces like the stove or the refrigerator...
"Pang... Pang... Pang... " then he'd go over to the radiator and do it a couple of times... then my head as I was wiping up the water and putting his food dish and the mat back...
He wasn't asking for water either, it was the sound... his tail was wagging furiously as he discovered different variations of "Pang".
I had to buy a different water and food dish set that attaches to an awkward to lift base because he kept spilling his water everywhere... also the novelty of being panged in the head with a steel dog dish had worn off...
A friend told me he might be musically inclined, but I'm not buying him a drum set or a guitar... And I'm definitely not sending him for music lessons. I did give him a bunch of sheet music, but that was more for a violin (Vivaldi)... all he did was stare at it like he did with that book I bought him about squirrels.
Well, anyway... that's all for the moment... I hope everyone is doing well and is still alive or at least mostly alive... which is different from mostly dead... as Miracle Max said "There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. Now, all dead… well, with all dead, there's usually only one thing that you can do..." ...I don't know how why I felt the need to quote The Princess Bride, but it probably has to do with me so often quoting Inigo Montoya's line "...You keep using that word... I do not think it means what you think it means"...
But anyway... Later folks, stay safe and remember to check your Halloween candy for bear traps.
Hugs and puppies and other fashionable valedictions my dear peeps.
I rearranged my bedroom for a new table/desk to be slipped in against a wall tomorrow. Charlie and Simon freaked out. My bed is against a different wall, other things are sitting in the living room for now, there is an empty space and all their toe nails have been vacumned up. Zoomies ensued by Simon (the three paw). Charlie finally got up to make biscuits on the old blanket I keep on the bed for him, after he climbed into the window and made sure his window highway was still there. They are not sure about me. Wait till the find out what is going on top of that desk.
I love their names.
I am at a mall I never been to before. I need to find an Apple Store within the next 15 minutes to half an hour. I know there is one somewhere in this mall.
Ooh a Lego store!
I can't find my mouse. I brought my laptop but I can't find my mouse. I hope I left it at home.