Non-complaint: During today's mini-adventure I noticed that the principal 2-lane road through this town toward the city had been newly blacktopped. Nice clean blackness with just yellow dots down the middle in preparation for proper painting of the centerline(s). On the way back I noticed that they were still finishing the shoulders along the southside of the road. Looks like the road is now a bit wider than it used to be. Cool!
Non-complaint: Grocery shopping today resulted in three big bags-o-stuff. No cherries though. I guess the season is over. But I did get three kiwis (Mmmm... fuzzy & green), also bananas and apples, and although I like a good watermelon, I couldn't see lugging one (or even half of one) home in an Uber, so I just bought a good sized plastic container with pre-chopped chunks each about an inch cube. (Mmm... sweet watermelon.) Seasonal craving sated, without the mess. Grocery is selling pumpkins again already. I could have gotten two beautiful big ones for $5, but again lugging them home in an Uber was not in my schedule.
Complaint: I didn't buy any snacks, unless you consider pickles a snack, I don't. They're just part of my late night ritual. (Mmm... a Vlasic kosher dill pickle spear before bed.)Gettin' old sucks: No chips, no puddings, no cookies, no chocolate. Doctor is threatening me with insulin. However, my weight has continued to drift downward. Back under 200 again.
I have heard/read psychologists say our dreams are where we work out things in our subconscious and why it is so critical to experience REM sleep. Possibly you are using familiar people from your life to help you do this?
Well, being unable to work things out without REM sleep might explain why nobody in the world can work anything out.
Non-complaint: More roadwork: Wheee... The State road crew came through town again today. This time the big blacktopping machine was working the northside shoulder of the road. I don't think I can stand all this excitement. Smooth, jet black roadway now all the way from this town, westward into the city and through to the far side, franchise row, mall area, and perhaps beyond to the terminus at Westfield on Lake Erie.
Complaint: Unfortunately, there's a spot of about a mile within the early part of the city that will always fall apart within a year. Poor substrate, never properly fixed. Buses and Ubers avoid it when it gets bad. Ever since I was a kid (i.e. the last 70 years) that section of road is just covered over then falls apart after the first winter, with major cracks & potholes. That whole section needs to be completely dug out, proper drainage put in, and a proper substrate built through that area. But I'll never see it happen.
A Few Hours Later
Wheee... More excitement. The blacktopping machine and its attendant truck just came back through, backing up all the way, picking up the traffic cones. They must be good drivers to drive that massive machine backwards several miles, close enough to the line of cones for the guy on the back to grab them as they go by. Cool!
I forgot to bring sauce for the nuggets I brought to the program.
I need to set up my desktop again. I want to start rendering again. I just got Kiri 9. I want to play with Genesis 9 again.
The question is not whether the nuggets have sauce. The question is whether the nuggets exist.
So, do you think is it more noble to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of unsauced nuggets? Out out small nugget. Sauce be damned. 'Tis a loss full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. -- Shakespeare rolling over in his grave --
Complaint: All the roadwork has delayed delivery of my Amazon package today until tomorrow. My own version of missing sauce.
I read somewhere that everytime you see a person in your dreams that it's a someone you have seen in real life, even if only in passing, since the human mind cannot make up faces. I've always wondered how much truth there is to that; if any.
I read somewhere that everytime you see a person in your dreams that it's a someone you have seen in real life, even if only in passing, since the human mind cannot make up faces. I've always wondered how much truth there is to that; if any.
I've read that as well. I wonder if 3D models count as human faces?
I read somewhere that everytime you see a person in your dreams that it's a someone you have seen in real life, even if only in passing, since the human mind cannot make up faces. I've always wondered how much truth there is to that; if any.
I've read that as well. I wonder if 3D models count as human faces?
I read somewhere that everytime you see a person in your dreams that it's a someone you have seen in real life, even if only in passing, since the human mind cannot make up faces. I've always wondered how much truth there is to that; if any.
Well, you're not supposed to be able to read things in dreams, either, and I do that all the time.
Considering the thousands upon thousands of people we see, I'd think this would be a really hard theory to prove or disprove.
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I forgot to bring sauce for the nuggets I brought to the program.
I need to set up my desktop again. I want to start rendering again. I just got Kiri 9. I want to play with Genesis 9 again.
Please don't get into religious discussions.
So, no "...isms". That takes care of religion and politics. OK, how about dreams and philosophy?
Dreams are OK. Philosophy perhaps, as long as it doesn't turn into politics or religion.
Non-complaint: During today's mini-adventure I noticed that the principal 2-lane road through this town toward the city had been newly blacktopped. Nice clean blackness with just yellow dots down the middle in preparation for proper painting of the centerline(s). On the way back I noticed that they were still finishing the shoulders along the southside of the road. Looks like the road is now a bit wider than it used to be. Cool!
Non-complaint: Grocery shopping today resulted in three big bags-o-stuff. No cherries though. I guess the season is over. But I did get three kiwis (Mmmm... fuzzy & green), also bananas and apples, and although I like a good watermelon, I couldn't see lugging one (or even half of one) home in an Uber, so I just bought a good sized plastic container with pre-chopped chunks each about an inch cube. (Mmm... sweet watermelon.)
Seasonal craving sated, without the mess.
Grocery is selling pumpkins again already. I could have gotten two beautiful big ones for $5, but again lugging them home in an Uber was not in my schedule.
Complaint: I didn't buy any snacks, unless you consider pickles a snack, I don't.
They're just part of my late night ritual. (Mmm... a Vlasic kosher dill pickle spear before bed.)
Gettin' old sucks: No chips, no puddings, no cookies, no chocolate. Doctor is threatening me with insulin.
However, my weight has continued to drift downward. Back under 200 again.
Well, being unable to work things out without REM sleep might explain why nobody in the world can work anything out.
not the REM you mean, but the REM we need
Non-complaint: More roadwork: Wheee... The State road crew came through town again today. This time the big blacktopping machine was working the northside shoulder of the road. I don't think I can stand all this excitement.
Smooth, jet black roadway now all the way from this town, westward into the city and through to the far side, franchise row, mall area, and perhaps beyond to the terminus at Westfield on Lake Erie. 
Complaint: Unfortunately, there's a spot of about a mile within the early part of the city that will always fall apart within a year. Poor substrate, never properly fixed. Buses and Ubers avoid it when it gets bad. Ever since I was a kid (i.e. the last 70 years) that section of road is just covered over then falls apart after the first winter, with major cracks & potholes. That whole section needs to be completely dug out, proper drainage put in, and a proper substrate built through that area. But I'll never see it happen.
A Few Hours Later
Wheee... More excitement. The blacktopping machine and its attendant truck just came back through, backing up all the way, picking up the traffic cones. They must be good drivers to drive that massive machine backwards several miles, close enough to the line of cones for the guy on the back to grab them as they go by. Cool!
The question is not whether the nuggets have sauce. The question is whether the nuggets exist.
So, do you think is it more noble to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of unsauced nuggets? Out out small nugget. Sauce be damned. 'Tis a loss full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. -- Shakespeare rolling over in his grave --
Complaint: All the roadwork has delayed delivery of my Amazon package today until tomorrow. My own version of missing sauce.
I read somewhere that everytime you see a person in your dreams that it's a someone you have seen in real life, even if only in passing, since the human mind cannot make up faces. I've always wondered how much truth there is to that; if any.
I've read that as well. I wonder if 3D models count as human faces?
Are dreams literally images?
Well, you're not supposed to be able to read things in dreams, either, and I do that all the time.
Considering the thousands upon thousands of people we see, I'd think this would be a really hard theory to prove or disprove.