^Ah, there it is. In a very odd way, it reminds me of families trying to correspond with their family members in the concentration camps (or jail), like writing messages under the stamps or smuggling in nail files in bars of soap, i.e. "We must not let the oppressors know we're communicating--psssssssssssst!" -A.
A bit of googling turned up the name of the company that did this: Tom Bihn. Their explanation (to read it on their site, click the Link ) is as follows: "This all began as an inside joke aimed (we think) at the president of our company, Tom Bihn. Many people have concluded the care label refers to other presidents - what can we say?" -A.
I feel compelled to offer that my $170 is me and my baggage (yes, emotional baggage too). Though I actually have no idea how heavy luggage is, but when I backback it's like a 30-lb pack, so that was my general idea. (See, I'm already trying to lose weight before I get on the plane.) Another flaw in my plan: You wouldn't be charged for the stuff you buy in the airport, which is a rip-off, anyway. But there is a bonus: If the airline lo
Heh, funny. Well-- (doh...'s HUMOR...must resist political commentary....ahhhhhhhh) -A.
I'm a big fan of neat little boxes. Give me any democrat, evangelical, freakin' liberal--any of 'em--and I can force them into a nice little box because it makes my world neater. /sarcasm -A.
Y'know, there could just be a flat $1/lb rate for major flights: Me flying to Chicago would be $170-ish; a kid would only cost $30 - $80; a fat guy would be like $400. There could be a min and a max. so the airlines could be sure to profit.... I guess it would be kinda hard to buy bargain tickets though, eh? Or buy online.... Bah. Stupid flaws. They ruin all my great plans. (Or, in this case, Danny's plan that I hijacked.) -A
I wear a diamond. I wish I could say it was fair trade, but it's not. I didn't know anything about that when we were shopping for my ring. Now, of course, that's the kind I would buy. But it's too late. I wear a diamond, not because it's traditonal or because it has some long-lost meaning, but because it's clear, therefore doesn't clash with different colors of clothes; it lasts, unlike crystal; it doesn't chip, like glass; and it's sparkly,
I actually have been weighed before stepping foot onto an aeroplane. Of course it was a puddle jumper in Fiji so they had to know just how much we and our baggage weighed. And being in the company of a bunch of 110-lb women was fun, as I don't know that I ever weighed that. So when I got on and tipped the scales in however many kilograms (roughly equivalent to 200 lbs), they all shut up. Oh, but I had my bags on the scale, too. *smirk
I never knew my mom's mom. I know her step-mom and am not a huge fan. It's strange like that. one time, some secret society punks came around and tried to extort money from him. He got mad and chased them off with a chopper. That made me smile. I love stories like this that get passed down.
ps..how to get cracker crumbs off computer?????i really need to know!! Aircan. No vacuum. Vacuum no work. Me try. Me buy new keyboard. -A.
When I was in the dorm, two friends of mine were roommates and I can't remember how this started, but we raided their room while they were in the shower, took all their underwear and bras, and froze them in a plastic bag in the dean's deep freeze. Then we went merrily to the cafe for dinner. 20 minutes later our friends come in, sit down and begin eating like normal. No one talked--we all knew that my roommate and I had stolen their underthings--and fi
It would've been prior to 1936--I *think* that's when they came home because my grandfather would've been 18 then. I'll have to ask my dad--I'm not sure if he knows what part. I'll let you know when I find out. If your grandmother spoke Hokkien, would that mean she's from China? I humbly admit I don't know much about East Asia, but I wish I knew more. -A.
I sang that song when I was in church. Then when I worked at a summer camp, we had a "rhythmic" version which involved clapping and other hand motions. I always hated that version because it seemed disingenuous. * I'm sorry you have memories of your dad like that. I know I inherited my dad's temper, too. Probably figuring out the way to control it is more important to me than the embarrassment of knowing that I have a bad temper. Mayb
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Chiprj, sorry that your wife is in that situation. Sucky. Does it do any good for the workers to tell their managers that customers are irritated by being asked that? Probably not. Store managers probably don't have much of a say in the policy, anyway. Elf, that's a fair point. I don't reflect it in my article, but I certainly wouldn't ever take out my frustration on the cashier,
So, then reality TV is just slightly more intelligent Americans watching stupider Americans make fools of themselves...? Brilliant. -A.
I also tend to use "reality" TV as a guage of society and morality. On morality? Huh. Well, the one girl who didn't sleep with the Bachelor did get kicked off the show, so I guess she had morals. But maybe I'm taking your point too far, or interpreting it wrongly. I guess I just think that it's at the
Well, the flaw in my brilliant analysis is that if NBC really did do a hoax on the viewers, they'd probably alienate them because they'd be making fun of them, in a sense. And no TV station tries to alienate viewers. But I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks people can't really be *that* dumb.... -A.
Imajinit, I will think about the Butterfly Effect. I'm not a big Ashton Kuscher fan, but if it comes up.... Thanks. I did see Sliding Doors, which is in the same vein, I think. Shades, if that's waffley then you and me and John Kerry can open up a Waffle House. You're right about it making you think twice, and I
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You should tell someone at the store you aren't coming back because they pestered you about the credit card too much. Who knows, they might stop offering the card and just take 15% off everything for you Or more likely, fire the person that was talking to you instead Well, I have this friend who, at St
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I have to admit I got one once when I was buying wedding attire for the brides- & groomsmen, 'cause I ended up getting $50 pants for $21 what with all the sales and card savings. But I canceled it a month later...and got a cancellation fee. Blech. Thanks for your comment. -A.
Ha ha, the points whore gods are punishing you for being a points cow. (Okay, sorry your computer broke down. Is it a Ford or Chevy?) (I can't stop being sarcastic today.) -A.
Conversation with Minimally Successful Retail Chain store clerk: Hi, yes I found everything just fine, thanks. What? No, I do not want your store credit card. No, really, I don’t want it. Seriously. QUIT ASKING. Yes I want to save 15%—see what I’m buying? It’s from the SALE rack. But I don’t want another credit card when I have one, a
Abstinence isn't effective for these people because it isn't realstic. I'm not in total disagreement with this statement, but the "these people" is a bit ambiguous. Abstinence programs may actually be working for younger girls, if not the older ones. The Cen
The shows are like car wrecks . . . who's going to drive past without leering for a moment? Whoa. I *just* used that analogy in my latest blog. V. strange, or then again not so much. Pretty common analogy these days for those of us who hate to admit it. Mostly I watch reality TV to make myself
You know there's always an unexpected twist (or two or three) with reality shows. That's what makes them...uh, real. Right? In the manner of a train wreck (yeah, that's the analogy everyone uses to describe their [morbid] fascination with these kinds of shows), I watched about a half hour of NBC's 25 Million Dollar Hoax tonight before H decided that we could