Hey! Where ya goin' Dad? Huh? Where?

I’m glad to see that Mr. Anachi is back home and doing well. Good wishes on his return to good health!

Rue, astronaut cinnamon toast is OK, but for the real astronaut experience you need Freeze-Dried Astronaut Ice Cream. The National Science & Tech Museum sold this stuff (Neapolitan flavour only) in the museum store, and since the museum was within walking distance of where we lived when my daughter was growing up, and she liked going to see the exhibits, she had this a lot (she’d use her Bambi eyes). Her favourite part of the museum experience (although the crooked kitchen and the baby chick brooder ran a close second)!

No goat experience, but with anywhere from one to six cats on hand at all times over the past 30 years, I have a vast knowledge of the subject of cat puke, which I will decline to explain in detail. [Cue sighs of relief from the audience.] Also cat hair. [More sighs.]

Sniff. I’m mourning the passing of an era. How can a giant plastic grasshopper possibly replace the continuing stoooory of FairyChatMom’s chandelier?

I have survived the first day of Jazz Fest. There was a flamenco dancer near the store. I might go out tonight to see if I can watch her a bit more. Otherwise I’m staying inside, with no music and no mosquitoes. A lot of the music isn’t jazz, but there wasn’t a Latin disco band outside work this time. Good.

Time to do dishes.

:slight_smile: Good one Bob, good on ya for the weight loss too.

FCM, we MUST see pics of the giant grasshopper, really! : pleading smilie:

Would alla youse wimmens stop panting over the underage lawn boy? Sheesh! Iffen I was in here waxin rapsodyiacal about some 14-yr-old girl in a bikini you’d all be callin me a perv. You’d be right, of course, but for the wrong reasons. Nowadays when I stare at a girl’s chest I’m usually just trying to read her t-shirt.
AS far as you know

Sean, take it from someone who was in the computer biz for 28 years, backup is your friend.
I’m not picking on you, really. It’s just that you touched one of my hot buttons. In the computer world I inhabited all thise years you couldn’t corrupt the database. You could corrupt the data in the database, but the database itself was inviolate. And you always had a backup from the night before. So you could restore from the backup and just put in the data from that morning. But now the wonks who make the decisions are all hot for the latest offerings to run on Play Computers where the operating system itself is right out there in the open for anybody to abuse, and people like me, who were more about data integrity and quietly taking care of business, are obsolete, out of a job, and trying to make ends meet, deserted by the industry they devoted a large portion of their lives to. <deep breath>

And now for something completely different.

Well, I finally got the Soapy Bear bank account to agree with our ledger and both of them to agree with Quick Books yesterday, to the penny! Yay me!
And I finished the new Harry Potter book last night, so now I’m at leisure, sorta, unless someone comes in wanting to buy sumpin.

Oh, and for the last year and a half I’ve been on the Ad Hoc Committee for Newberg’s Future, really, that’s what they called us. We were looking at population projections for the years 2025 and 2040 and decidin’ where and how much to move the UGB* and the URA**. Well, last night we presented our final report to a joint meeting of the city council and planning commission, where we didn’t get raked over the coals too much, and at the end we each got a nice piece of paper and a pair of Simmons 10x25 binoculars. :eek: :smiley: On the case it says:
Presented by CITY OF NEWBERG
To: BUMBAZINE
For your far-sighted vision
of Newberg’s future

Cool huh? :smiley:

I feel like a free man today.

*Urban Growth Boundry
** Urban Reserve Area

Yay! Very good news regarding Mr. Anachi.

Isn’t it 5:00p yet?! It’s been a long week and I want to go home. :: pout::

Good for you, Mr. Civic Minded Bumbazine! That was very nice of your city to recognize your help. For years I covered just such boards as a newspaper reporter. If I ever get to be unencumbered by small children, I might volunteer to serve on some sort of board. For now, it’ll probably just be the lil ole neighborhood association, if that.

I’m looooonging for the weekend too! Seeing old friends tomorrow for our annual reunion picnic. It’s really nice to still be friends with people you were friends with when you were 15.

-Ellen (41)

They had the Astronaut Ice Cream in big baskets by the registers in the Gift Shop Area of the Museum of Flight, Bookkeeper. I could have gotten some (I know they had neopolitan, but I think they also had chocolate and vanilla.), but it was a “no buy stuff” trip and I wasn’t going to break that rule. Not even for Astronaut Ice Cream. Or even the Rosie the Riveter coffee mug.

The Museum of Flight doesn’t have an actual gift shop. There’s this hallway sorta deal you have to walk through when you come in. On either side there’s the gift shop. Sort of like the way the Newport Aquarium (Did I talk about taking the boys to the Newport Aquarium here a couple weeks ago? We told them we were going to the dump as a cover story so the aquarium would be a surprise and then when we got there they were both disappointed we really didn’t go to the real dump.) sends you out into their gift shop so you can leave, only you have to go through it on your way in and on your way out. It’s very clever that way.

Bumba you ar so right about backups. But we stopped using this about two months ago, and it was never really more than just a little reminder to me when reordering stock. But my boss decided that we should track all this stuff in a way our sales and inventory program doesn’t, so I recommended updating my little database, and then all of us using that. Lo and behold, when I checked it today, it was crap.

Well, I’m not going to kill myself restoring 7 months worth of data. I’ll just use it everyday now, and backfill the missing data as I have the time. No biggie. I just thought that it needed to be up and running today.

Have a good weekend everybody. I guess we know what Puggy and Mr. Anachi are doing this weekend. :wink:

Yes, I still have the pink phone (see the first photo in the link below). I need to get it hooked up again…

And here are the pics of the transfer of chandelier. I spoke to 'Toons this afternoon and he’s on his way north with the crystals clinking musically beside him. I’ve been promised photos of the beastie once it’s installed, so stay tuned. :smiley:

Well, I spoke too soon. Apparently last night’s electrical storm did dastardly things to our credit card machine and now it won’t talk to it’s parents anymore. ‘Fried modem’ the techies tell me. They’re sending us another machine which should be here Tuesday. So it’s cash only for this weekend, me buckos!

Everybody have a nice weekend. I’ll just be over here, in my little shop, waiting for customers to wander in. All by myself. That’s alright, I’ll be fine. You go ahead without me.
Actually, wife and I are gonna close early tomorrow and run away to the beach, so there!

Just for you, darlin’, I added him here.

Ya think he’ll make the grade?

Our computer screen keeps flickering and turning greenish. Anyone know what’s wrong with it?

I have a pot of ham-veggie soup on the stove, and bread that I bough yesterday. I should make chili, too, and freeze it, but I’m bored of cooking for now.

Bumba, I wasn’t drooling over the link, thank you very much. Not really my type.

Ooh! Ooh! We have the Paris Hilton bio, Confessions Of An Heiress, at work, and I was flipping through it and giggling. The two most memorable statements were, “God, I didn’t know they cooked french fries in so much grease! That’s gross!”, and…
“I like lots of different types of men, just like I like lots of different types of shoes”.

I put that up on our work bulletin board, and so far it’s got ‘So do I’ from Suzanne, and ‘Well, I don’t know about shoes’, from David on it too.

Hmph! Shows what you know Mr. Pervy Pants. The Ridiculously Gorgeous Grandson is in his late twenties or very early thirties. And thank you for the very nice link to Lucky, Ellen. Sadly, while Lucky is very close to Grandson physically (Lucky appears a bit less defined in the tummy region), he is not as good looking as Grandson. There’s a reason I drool. He’s not only a sweety who keeps up his grandparents’ cars, home, and grounds, he truly is Ridiculously Gorgeous.

I want a giant plastic grasshopper! Me! Me! Where would you find something like that? Not even Archie McPhee’s carries something as cool as the giant plastic grasshopper. I suppose I could make one, since I made a giant flying pig once. But the fact it’s plastic is part of the charm. I’m strange about giant animals. There was a giant fiberglass animal cemetary I used to pass and I soooo wanted the giant hen. It would have made the best treehouse evar!

Besides just being one of the most evil things you can do, the being mean to goats thing never made any sense to me. If you’re a satanist, why would you mistreat an animal that symbolized the head guy? It would be like Christians smacking around young jewish men. Oh wait, there is the whole lamb for Easter dinner thing. Okay, none of it makes any sense!

Yay Bobbio! Isn’t it grand to have clothes get baggy and such? Did they fingerprint you with the old ink pad stuff or was it the new scanner thingy I’ve heard about? I didn’t like the ink pad-- it’s hard to just let your hand go all floppy the way the policeguy says. Hee hee, test results! <snerk>

Lissla, what does that even mean, the part about shoes? Is it more simple than I’m thinking, maybe? Because all shoes basically go on your feet, but men are much more versatile.

Today I made eggs and tortillas for lunch. You cut corn tortillas into strips, mix them with eggs and then cook like you’re scrambling them. Then you put salsa or ketchup on them. It’s my main comfort food and is what the hispanic angels eat, if they’ve been very good. I must have been twenty before I realized this was a way to extend eggs and use up day old tortillas. Yum nyum num!

Well, my dear, send me your address and he’ll be hippity hopping your way. Which would leave me to select another newbie, um, thing. How about a pair of slightly cracked concrete swan planters? Yeah, they’re almost as stunning as the chandelier.

It was in a section about her different boyfriends. It ran something like, “My friends talk about liking a certain type of guy. They say that I don’t really have a type I go for. I guess that’s true. I like all different sorts of men, like I like all different sorts of shoes.”
She looks like she’s made of plastic. It’s scary.

Oddly enough, somebody left a pair of plastic swan planters on our desk at the beach cabin last year, so we’ve already got that covered. Oh wait, I’m not a newbie, anyway.

Lissla, she is. (made of plastic)

swampy: Why, I was flirting at Wal-Mart. The nice gentlemen don’t flirt at work when they’re at McDonald’s. Then there’s this guy that keeps coming up to customer service to cash checks (he’s cashed 2 there when I’ve been up there, and I’ve seen him cash a 3rd, but not when I was up there. Not that it matters since you’re allowed $1000/wk of payroll checks anyway) that I keep flirting with, and every time, I get a horrible punch of The Straight to my forehead. Maybe he’s confused, and he needs a nice little boy to help him out. ::dreams::

I’m so about to go to bed. I bought an mp3 player today that’s 128 megs for 33.30. The cool thing is that it has an FM modulator built in! Check it out!

Hey Chaoticdonkey you’re a Wally world internee too? (I’m a little slow on the uptake) How long you been in? Me, I hit 19 yrs. in November! Oy. Please, no throwing of tomatoes at me. They cost way too much!

Me, I’ve been there 1.5 months. It’s OK. I make more than a lot of people there, though.

that grasshopper is so cute!

I don’t understand Paris Hilton. She doesn’t do anything! and she’s not even that hot- she’s just skinny and blonde!How on earth does she have fans? :mad:

<<< jealous of Paris Hilton and the Olsen Twins… sorry… “Mary-Kate Olsen and Ashley Olsen.”

tangent:

you all have such cool names! I’m sure there’s got to be a 'where did you get your name?" thread somewhere already, so I don’t want to start one, but I can’t use the search feature to find an old one.

could someone very nice please link me to one? please? pretty please?

Mine’s from a novel by Robin McKinley. I was almost Harimad-sol, from a different novel, but then I went with Lissla. it’s good, because we’ve got a Harimad-sol on the SDMB now, and I’d hate to think I stole anyone’s username.

Wow. My computer screen is really flickering. Stop that, you.