That's what one does at a bar. I didn't pick the driver. I called a taxi service (incidentaly, the number is 666-6666) and that's who showed up 15 mins later. I am not in the habit of checking the front seat for driver-fellating weed-smoking 'fro-wearing passengers before I sit down and give a destination, sober or otherwise.
Come on everybody! Sing along! You know you want to...
Last night, I said goodbye Now--it seems years I'm back in the city Where nothing is clear But thoughts of me --holding you Bringing us near
And tell me When will our eyes meet When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when will I hold you again
Time in new england Took me away To long rocky beaches --and you, by the bay We started a story Whose end must now wait
And, tell me When will our eyes meet When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when will I hold you again
I feel the change comin --I feel the wind blow I feel brave and daring! I feel my blood flow With you I can bring out All the love, that I have --with you theres a heaven So earth aint so bad
And tell me When will our eyes meet When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when will I hold you again
Sure they do, tourists mostly. We love city folks up here in New England; they fill up their cars with the most expensive gas in town, buy all kinds of crap from the convenience store that nobody else does, tofu snackers anybody?, and most of all it is a blast giving them directions . . . to nowhere. Okay, we don't really do that, really . . .
While living in Vermont and working in a bar, I was at first mystified, then disgusted, and soon bemused by the New Yorkers who would saddle up to the bar, stare right at some of the world's finest micro-brews available fresh on-tap, and order a Bud Light.
The vent hood over my stove has 2 light bulbs in it hooked to a 110 circuit. One has been burnt out for a few months now, but I haven't gotten to changing it. The other night we had a power failure as the cold front blew through. I have a generator that runs a few of the household circuits. The lights are on that circuit. While the generator was running, both lights, including the "burnt out" bulb were working. The next day, when power was restored, the burnt out bulb stopped working again.
I like Kraft Deluxe Macaroni and Cheese Sharp Cheddar--the kind with a bag of cheese "sauce" instead of the powder. As far as I'm concerned, the more cheese the better. One time, I got incredibly lucky and they had accidentally put two bags of cheese in the box! I'll never see that again. They ought to sell the bags of cheese separately.
Was channel-surfing the other day and landed briefly on A League of Their Own on HDNet. Looked pretty good.
The scene I saw was early in the film when Kit & Dotty were playing for the local Lukash Dairy team...setting up the relationship between the two sisters.
Everything was proceeding along normally until after Kit strikes out, Dottie strides to the plate and takes her big cut to drive the ball deep into the outfield and win the game.
The twist to the story is that when Dottie swings and connects with the ball, the sound effect was one big "WHIFF!" I stopped and wondered, "did I hear that right?"
I backed-up the scene on my DVR and asked my wife, "tell me what happens here?" After she said "she swung & missed", I asked her her how it happened then that the ball ends up in the outfield. :rolleyes
You know what really bugs me? Those darned road atlases put out by people like State Farm/Rand McNally. Each state gets one page, no matter how large or small the state. You can see how silly this is by checking the scale of miles on each state's page.
Rhode Island 1 inch 6 miles New York 1 inch 17 miles New Hampsire 1 inch 14 miles Nevada 1 inch 38 miles Montana 1 inch 30 miles Missouri 1 inch 25 miles Iowa 1 inch 17 miles Idaho 1 inch 39 miles
People flipping through this atlas would be led to think that all states are the same size.
Kinda like the dilemma Hugh Hefner used to have in the ol' days about where to put the staple. He could have said "no more than one page per photo." But, no. He was a visionary.
Here I was thinking my first post would be somthing like...'Hi, it's me'.
Then I came accross this thread talking about things you would not expect.
Who would have thought my first post would be so unexpected that it would appear in an unexpected thread. Just goes to show, you never know what is going to happen...