Thank you.Hope she’s doing okay. You’re a good son.
And it's Daughter.
Thank you.Hope she’s doing okay. You’re a good son.
Lol. Sorry! I blame your avatar.Thank you.
And it's Daughter.![]()
Suddently thinking of how much halved walnuts resemble brains.
Mom is on my mind, hoping she's in less pain this morning. I'll know when I get home in a few hours.
What a wonderful video; it is a sort of poetic justice to see a predator chased and beaten and have to use its skills of speed and balance to escape.
Lately?Heck yes. It be thinkin' what to do after this: (tough act to follow)
I’d say yes
My opinion, an amateur in science, is that in one context, yes, the Universe is conscious.I have no idea, but it is a fascinating concept to ponder.
“Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Heres Tom with the Weather.”
I love this thread because it's like a microcosm of the universe in a way. For one thing it's hard to end up so off topic as to fall into the clutches of the overworked moderators. For another, I love mosaics, and that's what this thread continues to roll out as: random collision of soup and nuts, sacred and profane, cats, dogs, mortgages, death, taxes and of course those hilarious retrospectives of life in the moment, for instance a member's account of inadvertently showing up to work with a daughter's underwear in his pocket...
@Gutwrench thanks for brilliant idea in starting this thread. To the rest of us, long may we strive to match or perhaps avoid topping the experiences of post #20.
On my mind tonight: 13 days to Halloween and not so much as a packet of jellybeans or M&Ms in the house for the hordes of little trick-or-treaters. I remember with scorn the old geezers who only offered apples or pears, and swore I'd never be one of them "when I grow up". Not sure I've ever grown up but so far I've not disappointed anyone who thinks the way I did about Halloween and fruit "treats" when I was a kid. Time to re-up in the candy aisle.
Lol. Sorry! I blame your avatar.
Why? New Yorker's make crap pizza.Neither. Hit a local small business that has transplanted New Yorkers.![]()
If you mix that up a bit, the "Reaction Scores" could become very interesting.Candy for the cute little kids (and airline bottles of wine and booze for their parents) and sneers at the older kids.
Why? New Yorker's make crap pizza.
awwww.. you're gonna have to hire some help to win that fight...
I have liked Chicago style pizza on occasion. Some actuaries I had worked for in NYC had sent me out to their Chicago office for some two-week stays several times. But after one or two trips to pizza places there each time, I always ended up eager again for what I had left behind.
To me there was nothin' like NYC thin-crust pizza made by competitors at two family run places on the upper upper West Side. There was a time the elders went off to visit kin over in the old world. While they were gone, the young whippersnapper kids they left in charge of the two places got into a price war for the jokes of it, and nearly bankrupted both establishments. The customers made out like bandits. When the old folks took off for Italy, a slice at either place cost 15c. When they came back it was like 5c or 7c and at the 5c one you also got a soda. Kicker: a month's rent was 6 days overdue at both shops. wow!
Why? New Yorker's make crap pizza.
Are actuaries as fun as they seem?
Statistically speaking, of course.Oh yeah. Fricken deadly.
Statistically speaking, of course.
I wait to read an off kilter post by Anger Danger that breaks the flow of seriousness of any thread.
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Why? New Yorker's make crap pizza.
Statistically speaking, of course.
Looks like the little runts realized how crappy their pizzas were and priced them accordingly.awwww.. you're gonna have to hire some help to win that fight...
I have liked Chicago style pizza on occasion. Some actuaries I had worked for in NYC had sent me out to their Chicago office for some two-week stays several times. But after one or two trips to pizza places there each time, I always ended up eager again for what I had left behind.
To me there was nothin' like NYC thin-crust pizza made by competitors at two family run places on the upper upper West Side. There was a time the elders went off to visit kin over in the old world. While they were gone, the young whippersnapper kids they left in charge of the two places got into a price war for the jokes of it, and nearly bankrupted both establishments. The customers made out like bandits. When the old folks took off for Italy, a slice at either place cost 15c. When they came back it was like 5c or 7c and at the 5c one you also got a soda. Kicker: a month's rent was 6 days overdue at both shops. wow!
Looks like the little runts realized how crappy their pizzas were and priced them accordingly.
Fruit? I just don’t even answer the door!I love this thread because it's like a microcosm of the universe in a way. For one thing it's hard to end up so off topic as to fall into the clutches of the overworked moderators. For another, I love mosaics, and that's what this thread continues to roll out as: random collision of soup and nuts, sacred and profane, cats, dogs, mortgages, death, taxes and of course those hilarious retrospectives of life in the moment, for instance a member's account of inadvertently showing up to work with a daughter's underwear in his pocket...
@Gutwrench thanks for brilliant idea in starting this thread. To the rest of us, long may we strive to match or perhaps avoid topping the experiences of post #20.
On my mind tonight: 13 days to Halloween and not so much as a packet of jellybeans or M&Ms in the house for the hordes of little trick-or-treaters. I remember with scorn the old geezers who only offered apples or pears, and swore I'd never be one of them "when I grow up". Not sure I've ever grown up but so far I've not disappointed anyone who thinks the way I did about Halloween and fruit "treats" when I was a kid. Time to re-up in the candy aisle.
I'm sure you'll meet someone at one of your weekly Zoomba classes.That line made me chuckle! Good one!
Fruit? I just don’t even answer the door!
My neighbors already started decorating their house. Decorating a house for Halloween in the UK is unusual. There’s severed arms hanging from the windows.
Hope our buyer doesn’t do a drive by!
On my mind is my trip to our new house this afternoon to meet our builder.
Hope the rain holds off.
More importantly I hope the quotes are cheap!