I imagine that’s very much like the Pathmark Nebula, which was down the street from my old apartment.
Or on preview, what Drae said in one sentence. :rolleyes: Mika <----:wally:
Power outage at work! I was just telling someone, “I should get back to work.”
power goes out
“Maaaybe I shouldn’t.”
As you can see, it’s back on now, after a wait of about 15-20 minutes. I know the culprit too: the mysterious rainless thunderstorm that’s been rumbling over our heads all afternoon.
It’s okay, I am forced to use it as well. I feel your pain.
A jpeg is a jpeg is a jpeg. She should be able to email you the file with no problem.
YaWanna - what I do is, make an appointment for just a blow-out. My hair gets all that great salon shampoo/conditioner action, and it looks nice for a a couple of after. (I have curly hair, and can’t wash it every day or it turns to straw.) Go after work Friday afternoon, and look great all weekend! Your stylist might help you fix it up a different way that works better with your current length.
I like the “Walmartian” and “Obliviots” terms. I call it Shoppers’ Haze, and I think it’s a conspiracy. Swampy, you had the “protective barrier of knowledge” on when you went, so you weren’t suseceptible. The Haze infiltrates itself through any weak spots, and you end up staring at the shelves, drooling on yourself, and thinking, “oooh, pretty, must have…” when really, it’s a piece of crap at a low price, you’re not sure what it is, and you don’t need it. Trust me. I have a bin full of that stuff. Twice a year I toss it into baskets to raffle off at fundraisers.
EC, glad to hear you’re all on the mend (mostly), and thanks for the recipe! If I can get my oven to light (it’s an old, moody wall oven), I’m going to try it in the morning.
If the are the very model of a modern Macin’ MMPer, they should have little problem with anything, so long as they have Microsoft Office (or Open Office).
Really no different than the problems a Windows user who doesn’t have Office would have. File format exchange problems are almost entirely a thing of the past - when I went from Windows to Mac, I just dumped a raft of Office 2000 files onto the Mac, and Mac Office 2004 had nary a problem, and there’s no problem emailing Mac Office 2004 files to a Windows PC with Office 2003.
Nothing exciting happened today, although I did get hit on while riding the bus home.
Ummm… gots I have an overwhelming urge to beat you right now. That dang song is stuck in my head. Gee thanks! 
Ok, it was funny. Still… I now have an earworm and it’s all your fault!
EC :: drool :: I now must go to the store and buy brownie mix and fruit. Gee thanks!
I’ve been in the pool pretty much since I got home. Well, until about 45 minutes ago when I got out cause I was hungry. I made me a mater sammich. I’m a bachelor again tonight. Poor ACBG has been super busy this week. At least we got to have a spend the night night Tuesday, so I’m good. Saturday I’m going to go house demoing (it’s a word cause I just made it up) and later that afternoon, we’re going to a pool party. Yes, I said we’re going to a pool party. Why would I want to go to a pool party when there’s a big cee-mint pond in my own backyard you ask? Cause it’s free food and drink at somebody else’s house, that’s why. What a silly silly question!
As all seasoned dopers know, walmartian is not a term I coined. Perhaps I shall go hunt down the walmartians thread and point those who may not ever have had the joy to it. It’s worth a read. It’s a doper classic.
I originally read this is “although I did get hit by a bus while riding home.” :eek:
Of course now that I know that is not the case, Tel I must insist you share all the juicy details. I am [del]nosy[/del] concerned. Really. I worry.
Woohoo - progress is being made! Since Monday, I’ve gained 18 degrees raising my arm forward, and 22 degrees to the side. My therapist said it wouldn’t be unheard of for me to be close to normal (no snark, please) in 8 weeks or so. As long as I keep working at stretching.
That sure beats the 6-12 months the physician’s assistant scared me with…
So woo and hoo! 
Perhaps I shall see if I can set a record for consecutive posts in one thread this evening. 
Ok, for all those who have never experienced its wonders, I give you Walmartians.
Oh and we need a host(ess) for next week’s MMP. Don’t be shy. Step right up and volunteer. Anybody can do it. First come first served.
Interesting idea, Twinkie - I never thought of that.
Yes, Tel - spill the beans!
I was close to normal once. Boy was he ever boring! Yay on the progress FCM. All that hard work and pot throwin’ is paying off!
Haha. OK, though it wasn’t that exciting, as I said.
I was sitting there with my mp3 player, headphones on, singing as usual. A guy got on a couple of stops after mine. Big, tall, scruffy sort of dude. He sat beside me. Now I don’t mind if people do this, although I do prefer they not do it unless the bus is crowded. It wasn’t. There were maybe six people on it at the time. So I scooch over an infinitesimal amount, just for my own peace of mind. Guy says something. I don’t hear him well, as I have music on, so I pause the song and say, “Excuse me?” Guy looks at my face, then his gaze moves down to my chest. (Hint: we had a little rain shower today, so it’s cooler than it has been, but the air conditioner was on on the bus, and I was, um, cold.) He asks if I’m going to the thing in the park tonight. Some party or other. I say no, I hadn’t planned on it. He says, “I’m going. You should go with me.”
Perfectly innocuous, except for the chest-staring. Only thing was, he looked uncomfortably like someone I’d rather he didn’t look like, and that creeped me out major. So I said no. He badgered me for a while, and at the next stop, I got up and moved way to the back of the bus. He looked very offended but didn’t follow.
Nope. My grandmother got a photo CD. She had no clue what to do with it. I told her to take it to the drugstore to get prints made. She still had no idea what to do with it.
Robin
Why MsR of course she was confused. I mean what good would a bunch of prints of a cd do her?
My mother bought a computer. She won’t turn it on by herself. My sister or my bil or my niece have to come up to her house (fortunately, or maybe not, they live beside her) turn it on, pull up her email and sit there with her while she opens and reads each email. When she’s through they then have to shut everything down because she can’t have it on because it uses up electricity and besides, if a storm came up and it was on, she wouldn’t know how to turn it off. For real. Do I win?*
*She’s now taking classes on how to use the thing at the senior center. She’s still not brave enough to do it herself at home but she does it there. Moms… gotta love 'em!
If I were to have the OP on next week’s MMP it’d look like this:
The MMP: Oldschool
You know when it’s not a good time for your hall light to burn out? Right when you are putting your children to bed. Because it’s nighttime then and when the hall light is burned out, it’s really dark. So the hall will stay dark until the light gets replaced. This usually isn’t so bad, since, well, you should be sleeping, so who cares if the hall is dark? Well, you care if you have to get up in the middle of the night to check on your children if, maybe, they have a Bad Dream. Then you don’t want ot be turning on their bedroom light because that would be too bright. Instead you want a more diffuse light, like you get from the hall light. Bright enough to find and soothe a kid, yet not so bright to totally wake them up.
But the hall light is burned out, remember? So you just change the bulb, right?
Oh, I wish it were that easy.
First you have to figure out how to get the glass bubble off the ceiling light. Actually first you have to go all the way downstairs and get the stepstool so you can reach the glass bubble that has to be taken off so you can replace the lightbulb. Oh yeah, while you’re downstairs you might want to actually, I don’t know, GET a new lightbulb, since that’s where they all are, in that one box in the basement. But since you didn’t you can go back down and get it later.
And why couldn’t I get the bubble off the light? Because I didn’t know how they worked. I didn’t pick out these ugly glass bubbles on the lights. They were just here when we moved in. And there didn’t seem to be a release screw or nuthin’ on the light fixture. As it happens you just pull the glass bubble straight down and it pops off. But if it didn’t pop off and you just pulled straight down, you’d wind up with glass shards embedded in your palms, and no one wants a quick trip to the emergency room to get their hands stitched up when it’s time to put the kids to bed, now do they? No, they don’t.
Now it’s time to go back down to the basement to get that lightbulb you forgot when you were down there getting the step stool. (60 watt) The box of lightbulbs is pretty much right next to the circuit breaker box. But ignore that for now. I mean, all you have to do is unscrew a lightbulb and screw a new one in. How hard is that?
Harder than you’d expect since the people who lived here before bought really cheap light bulbs. (But they lasted over three years, so there’s that.) See, with really cheap lightbulbs, the glass part of the bulb can just pop off from the metal screw-in part. That’s really cool. Unless you just want to change a lightbulb with minimal fuss and get those pesky kids in bed. And if you’re really lucky there’ll be this one little wire holding the glass part of a lightbulb to the metal screw-in part. That makes things even more fun.
So now it’s time to go back down to the basement to flip off the circuit breaker that lets juice run to that ceiling light. Then you can flip the breaker to the “off” position. When you find it, because none of the circuit breakers is labeled “hall lights”. So you just start shutting breakers of pretty much at random. When your wife (assuming you have a wife) yells down to you that “you got it!”, ignore that. The only light you know is on the circuit you want is already burned out. You just never know when the line is hot or not, so why take a chance? Turn everything off.
Now, it’s back up to the dark hall. Through a dark house, because you just tripped all the breakers so no lights are working. But that’s OK, your wife (still, if you have one) is randomly shining a Curious George flashlight around. That pale yellow beam just lights up everything. (Like a sick firefly lights up the whole Grand Canyon.) And you get to snip the one little wire that’s holding the two bits of the dead lightbulb together with whatever comes to hand. (I used a little pair of scissors because they were closer than the nail trimmers. You do what you want.)
But how to get the metal screw-in part out of the socket? You could use a potato. YOU could. I bent the metal in some on two different parts of the screw-in part and grabbed it with a needle-nose plier and another little plier and twisted it out that way.
New bulb in.
Glass bubble on.
Back downstairs. (Without the stepstool, of course.)
Circuit breakers engaged.
Lights back to functioning order.
Children a-bed.
Stepstool brought down and put away.
Clocks reset.
The end.
But I can’t, so it won’t.
Mr Bus Guy is close to normal. Most of us are a good bit farther way.
May I be the first to say that Rue is such a tease!
Because he is.
And if absolutely no one else wants to do Monday, I’ll have something to share. But it probably won’t be all that exciting, so if you want dull, I should be able to accommodate you. And it probably won’t involve physical therapy. It might involve light bulbs, because Rue is so inspirational. But it might not either.
So, do you feel lucky, punk? Well, do you?
Did I tell yhe story last week of the lady at the gas station making a pass at me? I told the story a couple of times, but I don’t remember if did in the MMP…
At least Rue didn’t hav little bed gremlins “helping” him with the lightbulb…
I have sent a pic to Mika
WARNING! I am wearing no make-up. I refuse to accept responsibility for any or all blindness that may result.
(I do hope it works–I couldn’t figure out how to send a link, so I sent the pic…)
<goes into corner and feels stupid>
But, can any of youse run a code and successfully resuscitate someone? I rest my case.
Ha.
I am trying to type in the dark and it ain’t working well. TTFN.