I aced an electronics test in Graduate School and though my Father, an engineer at a TV station had died some fifteen years before, I cried.
On a lighter note, I crushed some snails for the aquarium Red Cherry Shrimp.
They were almost like zombies rushing over in crowds to eat them.
“Operculum…operculum…”
It only hurts when I use it. and thanks. 
and {{{{{sticks}}}}}
Irked came home, did some e-flirting.
soapy, drop in any time.
Good evening all from State College, PA where I am digesting a grand meal from The Tavern, a local well known restaurant.
Arrived at work before 10am this morning, loaded into the sat truck, fired up the generator for 25 minutes while I got my stuff together, everything tested out fine. I left for PA around 11am.
Four hours later I arrived at the courthouse in Bellefonte, PA where Sandusky will be sentenced tomorrow. I parked the truck, fired up the generator again and walked away to meet my crew and develop a plan. I walked back a few minutes later just in time to hear to 10kw deisel Onan go pleh and die. I open up the back of the truck and I kept seeing two flashes on the diagnostic - low oil pressure. I fart around with it a few minutes but quickly call it; too much for me to troubleshoot.
So I call the station: whatchawantmetodo? I get some indecision in return, so while I wait I look up Onan repair shops and it turns out there is one eight minutes away. I call and the tech, Roy, who is about to head out, agrees to stick around for a few minutes if I want to run over. So blast over their and a half hour later we determine the oil pressure sensor is shot, though there is no actual generator damage. Further investigation proves the generator runs fine without it hooked up.
So management approves my play to risk no sensor for a day, we button up the truck again, pay the man $200, then head to the hotel and then dinner. We’ll be on the road 7am tomorrow to get the story done, and we should be good to go.
Adventures in TV…
So at this place called the Tavern they have a daily changing menu. Also every entree can have as many of the sides in as much quantity as you wish. I started with shrimp cocktail, then I had a bleu cheese encrusted sirloin, salad, corn, snap peas and applesauce, then finish it off with ‘double chocolate cake’.
I am about to burst.
Re: the op - I cant even begin to think of all the the other roads I could have taken, I don’t think that way. I’ve fucked up plenty but I am too naturally happy to care. I’ve enjoyed my life, I will fuck up more, and I will enjoy more. Sooner or later I will die and the world will continue just fine without me.
With the clarity of hindsight I can only say I might have risked more, and I should have been more picky / less ready to believe the words of some who I fell in love with. But that would change who I am, and I don’t want to do that.
So fuck it - all’s good. Brave new world ahead.
With a belly full of cake and steak.
Goodnight!
But you will have forever changed the lives of those that love you on the roads that you did take.
Yes, I am studying. I’m 25% complete. I just get scattered very quickly and needed a break. Off to study again.
Medical advice for the day: don’t use it. (Whaja expect for free?) :rolleyes:
Tugig, make sure to buy some cotton candy &/or a light-up toy tomorrow as that is what one does at the circus. Just saw the statement he released; yup, it’ll be a circus tomorrow.
What’s the line about if you don’t open your mouth, people will wonder if you’re a fool; however, if you do open it, people will know you’re a fool? Way to be contrite the night before being sentenced Jer.
As for the OP; better choice in colleges. I transferred after 2 years to a school that had a good reputation as a co-op school. Big, huge, awful mistake! I realized this early enough after being there, but thought that if I transferred again, 3 universities to graduate wouldn’t look good & I only had one more year to suck it up. It was a significant part of my decision to go to grad school - so that when people asked where I went to school I wouldn’t have to utter their name.
If I weren’t across the country, I’d likely come to that, just because the food sounds great!
Mmm, fish fry!! I sure miss me some smelt fry-ups, would give a lot for one of those.
But some other time; right now mah belly is full of spanakopita, and I do pronounce it a success! Hadn’t made one in at least a decade, and I changed a few things, and it still came out awesome. Added sausage, lots of Cavender’s seasoning, used queso fresca instead of feta, and, my biggest worry, I used butter-flavored spray.
Guess what? That spray worked GREAT and was SO much easier than splotching melted butter everywhere. It is AWESOME for this kind of thing, and the taste is no different. Though said taste may be buried under all the other yummy flavors in there anyway.
Now off to tummy-full sleep.
p.s. I have no idea why this is all centered like this, but I like it!
Wow - roads not taken. Very interesting topic,Alien. BTW, did you see that Michael O’Hare passed away about a week ago? He was Sinclair on Babylon 5. Also, just a few months older than I. 
I can think of several times - if I had gone on an “exchange” program with my parents and younger brothers in the summer of 1960, would anything have happened differently? Also in the mid-70s, I was in a religious cult for about 4 years, and ended up leaving. My life would definitely have been much much different if I had stayed, I believe. No, it wasn’t a doomsday cult, but I definitely would have had a totally different life, I think. Re the summer of 1960, that was when my Dad had a full blown affair with another man that ultimately led to the disintegration of my parents marriage. I did not go on the vacation/minister exchange trip with them, I stayed with my maternal grandparents. I was nearly 8. I think my Dad was in love with the man and was going to leave the family. It was 17 years, though, before the marriage was finally over. Traumatic experience all around. Road not taken, for sure.
Congratulations, Apes! And Tao, that spanokopeta sounds delicious, really.
I had my flu shot last week. So far, all is well. ::crosses fingers and knocks on wood three times:: LOL Hope everyone else is feeling okay!
I think my first mistake was being born in 1962 to a mother who didn’t want another baby and a father who tended to be overweight. I think if I were genetically skinny so I could eat whatever I want then maybe the constant reminders that I suck wouldn’t bother me so much.
Up before Swampy! Now there’s a first.
Good morning from soggy Southern Merrylande!! I’m glad for the rain, but I hope it’s done by Firday - we’re going to our first Power Boat Show, or we will if they sell tickets to sailors… 
That leaves me 3 days this week to get stuff done, so I think I’ll get doing. The life of a draftsman is a busy one! 
Happy Tuesday!!!
My whole life is about roads not taken. I’m not going there.
I had two, count 'em, two dreams to report this morning.
#1 involved Escaping From The Imminent Volcanic Eruption. I guess that it was technically a nightmare, but it played in my head as a cheesy 1970s disaster flick, complete with the standard cliches, and I was the hero protagonist. 
I don’t consider dreams to be nightmares unless they truly scare me, and that is a very rare occurence.
#2 was much more scary. Because I had won the season for The Biggest Loser, I was now enough of a celebrity to be a competitor on Dancing With The Stars. I had several groupies to console me, FWIW.
I must irk, and will soon find out when my multi-week trip to the Left Coast is rescheduled.
Good morning from the house of the morning grumpies. Ah, high schoolers.
Up, caffeinated, off to irk.
The good: copy of ***Iron Sky ***arriving today
The bad: Who the Frack schedules Database Management classes at 0745?
Now to decide where to be taken for dinner tonight, if anyone remembers.
Happy birthday, Alien!
Happy birthday, Alien!
“Iron Sky” is an excellent film, we watched it not so long ago and thought it was one of the better ones we’ve had recently.
Nothing much going on today, students are being irritating as usual, and some of them are too clueless for words.
Hippo Birdies, Alien!!!
Happy birthday, Alien!
I’ve got rainymood.com running in the background, and it makes me happy.
I am struggling with my mood, and it’s beginning to take a toll. I’m not ready to say it’s depression, but I sure am having a lot of stress and anxiety over not a whole lot. Today after work, I’m going to restart Medi-Fast, as that’s the one weight loss program I’ve actually succeeded at. I think I’ll also see if I can’t get in for a massage. That should help a lot.