And there are all the people who believe that morality comes from following a god. I can’t count the number of discussions I’ve had with religious people who believe that.
I support this decision and am available to provide alibis and/or hiding places as needed. I f*ckin’ hate The Carpenters.
whoa. he sounds equal amounts horrid and ridiculous. i would have joined you in the laughter. (sacred wedding ring, oh dear…)
what is he doing these days. i do hope he has found his way into theatr somehow.
karen carpenter had a lovely voice. it is sad that many of the songs the carpenters did were very, very, twee.
She was a hell of a drummer, though, if you can get past Richard singing.
They were part of the Enemy in our cultural wars of the late 70s. My extremely Mormon family and extended family was appalled by my cousin’s and my exploration of what the mid and late 70s was offering.
My aunt loved, loved, loved the Carpenters while my cousin and I were listening to Rush and Pink Floyd, et al. The Mormon Church itself weighed in on the dangers of listening to the Devil’s Music while suggesting that maybe pop music like the Carpenters would be a satisfactory substitute.
For a high school D&D playing “rebel” it was pretty much the kiss of death.
My gf’s mom has three sisters. The four of them range in age from 78 to 91 and are all in outstanding health.
The other day we found out that the “baby” (the 78 year old) was in the hospital after falling in her kitchen. She has multiple broken bones.
So…how does a 78 year old woman fall in her kitchen and break multiple bones? Any guesses???
The condo HOA where they live doesn’t allow hanging laundry outside. They also do not allow hanging laundry to dry indoors, although I wonder how they regulate that. Soooo, gf’s auntie has been hanging laundry to dry in her unfinished attic. She was standing on joists/rafters, slipped, and fell from the attic through the kitchen ceiling to the kitchen floor.
Jesus. I’m 75, and I’d never attempt something like that at my age.
Indoors, too? That’s fucked up. Half my wife’s work clothes are line dry.
kayaker, that is an absolutely absurd requirement. Though holy shit, I hope to be nimble enough to even consider climbing the rafters at 50, much less 78!! I hope her bones heal very quickly and that she’s not in too much pain.
My mini-rant of the day is minor indeed. After having been without power most of the weekend, I just dumped most of the food in our fridge and dropped what feels like a bajillion dollars on new food for my family. I thought I was good about avoiding over-purchasing and composting on a fairly routine basis, but for the love of og, watching a week’s worth of food (I buy for the week on Fridays) go into the trash was embarrassing and infuriating. Intellectually I get no one wants my rotting food, but watching it all get dumped was like watching that Dunkin’ Donuts video where they throw out every food item in the store instead of donating it.
good heavens. that is…wow…no words.
i don’t see how they can regulate indoors. that is a bit strange. i hang things on plastic hangers on the shower curtain rod. i don’t know how anyone could know unless they did surprize condo interior inspections.
I’m turning 44 and I would be nervous to do that. I’m not clumsy (I’m actually pretty nimble for my age) but accidents happen and I don’t heal like I did 20 years ago.
On long car trips, my dad would play cassettes from one of two bands. The first was The New Christy Minstrels, which I love to this day. The second was The Carpenters. It’s a sign of how good car door locks were back in the 1980s that I didn’t throw myself under the wheels of a passing truck on Highway 211 when he put those tapes in. To this day The Carpenters are one of three bands that I will go back in time to change the radio station when they come on.
(The other two are Sublime and Jane’s Addiction, if you were wondering.)
I suspect you can’t really get too far away, because “they long to be, close to you”.
You, sir or ma’am, are truly an evil person.
Oh hell yes. This lady is lucky to have lived through that, actually. What if the first thing to hit the ground had been her head? Oy. I am very grateful that our house attic and garage loft have actual floors.
This is a mini-micro rant in comparison to that:
The ‘roma’ tomato plant I was sold … is not. Unless roma plants can somehow shift into growing cherry tomatoes. Dammit.
And that was just the tip of the ice burg. I probably wouldn’t have laughed if I had given a flying fuck about my job, but when you are counting days bullshit like that doesn’t really matter much.
@romansperson is your fake Roma shaped like a Roma? Last year our Romas didn’t get bigger than a cherry tomato either, but they were Roma shaped and colored.
Nope. They are absolutely cherry tomatoes - I began to suspect something was amiss when I saw how they were growing; they look just like this pic, though mine are still mostly green:
Same growth habit, size and shape. Dammit.
Well, darn. My cherry seems to be a regular yellow tomato, which I like but I also love to snack on cherry tomatoes all summer. The Roma’s seem to be doing what I want, though.
If we lived anywhere close, I’d sure be trading with you!
My romas are looking a bit round, but they did just start emerging a few days ago. My Cherokee purples are finally starting to darken up.