FCM I have an official AARP card now. I figure I’m entitled to the geezerdom plateau of inappropriate comments. Besides, I’m either TMIy or juvenile here and there ain’t been a whole lot to be juvenile over this week. Why, I’ve barely gotten out a good <snerk> all week!
scout good for you! Grandpa will be thrilled his little girl came up to see him.
Unca Rue right after supper last night ACBG and me got in the hot tub. That’s ok cause we had to have our baths right? Then we went to bed just like you said. We was good boys.
Apropos of nothing, I got invited to talk about a job yesterday. I’m contacting the guy today. It might be a very cool job, from what I’ve got on it so far. Oh, and it’s in France. Keep all appropriate appendages crossed!
Shibb, trying to erase the phrase “cheese eating surrender monkeys” from his pysche.
Scout, I can taste (that was also tested), but a lot of what you think is taste is really smell. And the things you find you can taste when you have a cold, like mint and ginger, are some of my favorite things–those are things that you really are tasting, not smelling.
I suspect I pay attention more to texture than most people, but have no way to really test that. There used to be something in science books when I was a kid, that claimed if you held your nose and closed your eyes, you wouldn’t be able to tell the different between an apple and an onion. I knew I could tell the difference!
Lissla, dear heart, carrots are mostly Vitamin A. Scurvy is Vitamin C. You need to eat oranges or some other citrus to avoid scurvy, especially if you are planning a long sea voyage with only tinned meat. (Cabbage and potatoes are also sources of C.)
Swampy what is this testing/torture to which you keep refering?
Bumbazine we do a pre-pay and add thing here, where a customer (at least when they pay with a credit card, like I’m assuming most of your potential web customers will be using) gets the amount of shipping, including fuel costs that UPS and FedEx bill you for, plus another few bucks called “handling” that covers the cost of boxes, peanuts, tape, labels, and the labor to package it all up, added to their bill. We give quotes with FOB our building, so that hey pay freight to get it to them. People seem to understand and allow for extra charges for shipping/delivery. You might want to check out other online businesses to see how they do it, or ask around here for people to relate their experiences buying things online. Just a thought.
Shibb don’t let anyone lie to you - “chesse-eating surrender monkeys” is an honored title in France, although they like to pretend it isn’t. Those French folk are playful that way. Good luck with the interview. And if you get to Toulon, look for the Vicchese(sp?) Cafe, which my friend called, as we walked past it, the “We Sold Out Our Country To The Nazis For A Few Years of Being Puppets” Cafe. I told him, “Sshh, someone will hear you.” He said, “What are they going to do? They’re French.”
It was 30 degrees F when I woke up this morning. What’s that in Celsius, -1? I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, this is the coldest winter I’ve seen in my twenty years of living in Virginia.
Oh, that is such a charming picture! Makes me just want to sit down and read you boys a bedtime story.
It’s 46 degrees here and cloudy. We’re not supposed to crack 60 today. I know all you yanks are saying “Hell, that’s teeshirt and shorts weather!” but I’m frickin’ freezin’ my buns off and there ain’t enough of them as it is. My pants are gonna fall down, fer crissakes!
My boss now thinks I’m real smart cause I already knew about Bubba the Gigantalobster and the “Numa Numa” guy. (Ripley’s is a client of ours) Thanks, fellow dopers.
We just had beastburgers and summer squash for dinner last night. I put some leftover Hollandaise on my burger instead of catsoup. It was tasty AND color-coordinated with the squash!
What’s that word that means you Googled something and it came up with nothing? 'Cuz that’s what I got when I Googled “Bubba the Gigantalobster.”
And Bob just becuase it’s warmer here in winter than it is in summer in Indiana, doesn’t make this winter “warm”. Especially for a newby transplant like yourself. It’s only been this year (the last of twenty) that I am being considered a “native.”
Besides, Julie with the freakishly large head says it’s cold, so nanner nanner nanner! to you.
I love to <snerk> when Jeff the WeatherMoron from the same channel says the overnight low will go below 32F, so it will be bitterly cold, and you should bring your animals indoors.
There’s been rumors for a few years that he really likes animals, if you know what I mean. You definitely don’t want to leave your per outside in his neighborhood, cold night or not. It’ll come home with a very confused look on it’s face the next morning and have all kinds of interspecies issues from then on.
And hell, it’s bitterly cold above 32F sometimes. Damn fool.
I’ve been reading Bill Bryson’s book about travelling in Englad, and there’s a nice bit where he mocks some telecasters for freaking out about a blizzard that has left up to two inches of snow! With drifts of up to six inches! That’s great. It’s -5 right now, with almost waist-high snowbanks.
Supposed to go up to -2 tomorrow, though, so that’ll be nice.
I also drink orange juice, merrily. I probably won’t die of scurvy. I hope.
Well, Holmes is softened up a bit, isn’t he? But not repulsively. I’ll let you know what I think of the next one. I warn you, though, I have about fifteen books I’m supposed to read. Quasi-Daughter was upset last night because she has an exam today but yesterday morning she stupidly started Sunshine, the latest McKinley. So now she’s half-way through and hasn’t studied much. She’ll get by on her breathtaking intelligence, though, so it’s okay.
The winter before last I was supposed to meet with my business partner in New York. He’s from England. They had 1 or 2 inches of snow the night before he was supposed to leave. It ground all of the London to a standstill. I think it’s because they don’t get any snow and so a) no one knows how to deal with it and b) they don’t have any equipment at all to deal with it. No plows, no salt, no sand or ash, nothing. So a lorrie slides down the M-5 and crashes. They can’t get emergency vehicles there or get the truck cleared off the road.
My partner ended up for 18 hours on a jet on the tarmac at Heathrow, before they finally unloaded everyone and sent them all home. Most of the flights were cancelled that day.
Most northerners can’t deal with the heat or rain that we get here, at first. It’s what you’re used to.
Anyway, if the weather’s too cold you can just all move down here. Don’t let the giant roaches bother you. Once you saddle them you can ride them for short distances. Besides, the alligators eat most of them.
Oooh! I know just where you can get just the book to read to them! And swampy, if you’re having trouble with getting out your <snerks> you need to start with the geezer-prunes. See? I’m being TMI and juvenile, just like my idol!
It isn’t cold here at all. I’ve even broken out my spring toenail polish so that I might wear sandals without shame. Gonna be 75 and sunny, wheee.
Sean, is that interspecies issues a “I was just helping that sheep over the fence” sort of thing? Really? No!
I want macaroni and cheese with a yummy crusty brown top. Instead I’m gettin’ cottage cheese. Being ten pounds too fat sucks.
Word. I’ve got 5-7 that I’d like to get rid of. Coincidentally I have cottage cheese in my lunchbag, too! Among other things like fruit, salad and yogurt.
32 degrees is WAY TOO COLD for me. I can manage in it, but I sure don’t like to.
Yesterday I got a paper cut on my right pointy finger (index finger?), it’s right on the inside of the middle joint so it hurts whenever I bend my finger. Last night it was all red and stiff. I hate paper cuts.
