My theory is that they are insecure and must always be the right one. If they see someone who made a different decision than what they decided to do, they feel like their rightness is being questioned, so they have to try to force the other person into making the same decision they did.
So, to sum up, Frisco is a railroad, a suburb in Texas, a mountain village in Colorado, and a beach town in the Outer Banks. The one thing it is not, is a metropolis in California.
My sister was always on my case because I wasn’t using my smartphone enough. Why my use (or lack of it) of my phone bothered her, I have no idea. But she stopped bugging me about it when I pointed out that she was right, and that I should use it more often. For example, I could get selections and commentary for all major North American racetracks from the Daily Racing Form, so I could use that knowledge at the betting window.
She shut up about my phone after that.
To be fair, he might just want to watch the paper get flushed away. Both Poe and Linden are tall enough, and they just stare in amazement without trying to get wet. They save playing with water for patting their robofish toys.
Yeah…I don’t think I’ve ever been that sleepy and still able to climb out of bed, but enough people claim it happen I assume it occasionally must. Somehow.
According to hubs, GG wants to get too close to his dangly bits.
Way back when we first met, hubs and I were on my bed…ummm…holding hands…and my cat slapped the bouncing balls, claws not out. Hubs screamed like a little girl, launched himself forward and almost knocked himself out on the headboard. The only blood involved was on his head, not lower. Hubs has never recovered from that experience so if he wants to keep the cats out of the room when he’s exposed, it’s fine with me.
You are lucky about yours being so good with water. Not only is our cat’s fountain banished from the house, there is almost weekly drama when hubs makes beer. Part of the process is putting the pot in an ice bath and then doing something else quickly once the beer is at the right temp. GG thinks that ice baths are the most fun things ever. He can fling the ice cubes all over and then jump into the sink and splash the rest of the water out.
Yes, there is a pretty easy solution* to this problem, but hubs won’t do it and I have so much fun listening to hubs that I won’t do it either.
*put GG in the back room and close the door.
Of course there is. It’s “The City!” At least that’s what hundreds of people told me when I lived in Sacramento. “We’re going to the CITY!”, “I live in the CITY”, “My brother lives in the CITY!”
he is such a perfect revenge cat…hubs only has himself to blame … gg needs a playmate his age tho …
It’s interesting what people think of when someone says “the city,” at least from a geographical perspective. Here you’d think the closer proximity to Boston would be what people mean by “the city” but it’s not. It’s NYC.
I think people in London use “The City” as a shorthand for the center of the nation’s financial affairs; rather like the way Americans use “Wall Street”.
I’ve been watching reruns of an old show set in Boston. Only some of it was filmed here, and I’m sometimes surprised at the locations and some of the local things they get right.
I always find it odd the people refer to San Francisco as “Northern California”. It’s just about halfway between the northern and southern extremes of the state. “Northern” is probably an example of L.A.-centrism.
No, to Londoners “the City” is literally the City of London, the ancient core of Greater London. The Parliament, Buckingham Palace and all that? They’re not in the City of London, they’re in the City of Westminster. Today, the difference is mostly historical and ceremonial, but you have to remember that what we now think of as “London” was until modern times a collection of small towns and villages, with the only city being that square mile now known as The City.
All this time I’ve been seeing Will-I-amette!
I could be misremembering, but I seem to recall Shodan as once posting something like “regards might not mean what you think it does”.
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Yes, but there is also the “backlash outrage” as well. A year or so ago, I posted my distaste for ketchup on a hotdog and was met by the vigorous outrage of people who pretty much called me a food fascist and a bully. LOL
Moderating:
Let’s dial back the derogatory snark toward other posters in this thread. You can make your points without resorting to this kind of cheap shot. Thanks.
Not a warning.
That suggests to me that the showrunner (or someone else high up in the production team) was either from the Boston area, or had a high level of attention to detail.
The show was made about 50 years ago, so I don’t know if the concept of a showrunner even existed yet. I think they would have all the scripts for a season in advance, and they’d film here for a couple weeks to get all the exterior shots they needed, then return to the studios in California to shoot the bulk of it. There are scenes of the main character rowing on the Charles, or taking a date to Durgin Park, but there are probably some things they got laughably wrong, too.
I looked up a couple of the shooting locations, and found them on a stroll through the Beacon Hill neighborhood.
Pretty much anything related to chili. I once said that if I made a chili that excluded every item that I’ve been told “never goes in chili”, I’d be simmering a pot of air. And that I’d expect some jackass to show up and get all snobby about how “real chili” needs to be cooked under a vacuum.
I think the point about beans, though, is that to some people, chili is basically a seasoned bean dish, and to others it’s fundamentally a meat dish. And the latter object to the former calling their dish “chili”.
I feel a bit like that on the subject of Manhattan clam chowder. It might be a fine clam-based soup, but there’s a while family of chowders, and they are all similar thickened milky soups, with different highlight ingredients (clam, fish, corn). Except the thing that’s called Manhattan clam chowder.
A couple of times I have been places where they had chili competitions. The variety of dishes astounded me. And while most were pretty much within a wide range of what I expect of chili - tomato/beans/meat/onions/peppers/spicy - several were inedible to me. Yet someone thought that was the epitome of chili such that they wanted to enter it into a competition…
Then there is the abomination that is Cincinnati style/skyline chili! 