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TOTALLY RANDOM POST II
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M
moose eater
A fine example of the social learning model as it applies to the abstract and expanded definition of 'family systems.'
'Dad' and 'Mom' drive up a $20-Trillion debt, while telling the kids to "Feed the pig," and voila, indebtedness is now the way of the walk; buying caviar, champagne, Ferraris, and Lear jets for Wall St. fraudsters.. The folks who Jesus allegedly drove from the Temple while swinging his staff at them..
Yeah, it's a brave new world...
I've wanted to locate a nicely-priced, relatively private, tract of land, with a larger, comfortable cave, for a while now. Each day, the thought looks better and better in my mind's eye...
M
moose eater
I'm holding out for a browser banner ad that offers 35-yr.-old blonde escorts & uncut, ether-refined cocaine at half price. Until then, I'm not biting. ;^>)
too old to get my moneys worth from the first, and too much trouble from the second. every time we got any "uncut" we had to cut it to do it...i'm too old to buy mannitol powder without getting strange looks now.
OranguTrump
Crotchety Old Crotch
Goat is delicious
M
moose eater
Yep, had it in various dishes at an African restaurant, too, in Vancouver, B.C. in the later '90s (?), a handful of blocks from Blunt Bros. Café.
We raised them on the farm. Nanny goats? Outrageously cool, smart as a whip, and if content, well-kept, and correct breed, will easily produce about a gallon/day of milk; cheese, raw milk, all kinds of benefits. Not to mention the meditation time during milking with a good buzz on..
I found Billy's to be nearly worthless, and to be avoided, other than when breeding, and needed (rent one), or putting one in the freezer. But if a Billy is headed for butchering, MAKE SURE to castrate them -well- before slaughter time. Same for a boar pig.
M
moose eater
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M
moose eater
I was going to finish 2 batches of soilless mix today. Instead, after taking a dog to the vet and picking up my boat, I spent over half the day straightening out corporatist America's erroneous billing, thus avoiding the screwing they were attempting to administer, and tracking down a sizable check I'd sent via USPS Priority Mail, which the postal service had sent to the wrong sorting center... a week ago. They finally found it. And it's STILL not where it's supposed to have been sent. Maybe tomorrow..
If not for being protected by the proverbial Kevlar provided by their 'arbitration clauses,' I'd be a wealthier man, with a lot more discretionary time on my hands.
"Come the revolution...."
Weasel bastards!!
If not for being protected by the proverbial Kevlar provided by their 'arbitration clauses,' I'd be a wealthier man, with a lot more discretionary time on my hands.
"Come the revolution...."
Weasel bastards!!
OranguTrump
Crotchety Old Crotch
Today is my brother's birthday. He's 11 months younger than me - I have 3 brothers & 4 sisters (all younger). Happy Birthday!
M
moose eater
2-1/2 hours on the phone yesterday and today, making new opposition in the process, and an outrageous bill has converted to a sizable credit with nothing currently due.
Life OUGHT to be easier, and it OUGHT to come with fewer incidents of making enemies in the process, just to get things right..
I may make a HUGE fucking copy of the page from Webster's Dictionary, highlighting the space defining the word 'service' and mailing it to these motherfuckers.
Told them that as a youngster I sold everything from cookies and candy to earn my way to summer camp, to lots of good dope in order to subsist, and this IS NOT how to maintain a happy customer base; you know.. the people you're in business to serve?
Life OUGHT to be easier, and it OUGHT to come with fewer incidents of making enemies in the process, just to get things right..
I may make a HUGE fucking copy of the page from Webster's Dictionary, highlighting the space defining the word 'service' and mailing it to these motherfuckers.
Told them that as a youngster I sold everything from cookies and candy to earn my way to summer camp, to lots of good dope in order to subsist, and this IS NOT how to maintain a happy customer base; you know.. the people you're in business to serve?
OranguTrump
Crotchety Old Crotch
Where, oh where, has my nordie man gone? Oh where, oh where can he be?
CannaRed
Cannabinerd
Got a flat today. Changed it on side of road.
Went to Walmart to get a new tire.
I Hate Walmart, especially on weekends.
I'm a homebody. Hate crowds of people. Hate public in general.
So I Wait in line till finally my turn.
I say "I would like to get a new tire for a Ford ranger."
She goes to the keyboard to get me a quote. Asks for the truck info to get correct size. Clicks on "ranger" and correct model, etc., and a list of tires pops up for my truck.
I pick one, she gives me price, I say "okay I'll get that one."
She says " when do you want to do this".
I say "I'd like to drop the wheel off right now, and go shopping while you put it on rim. My wife is standing with the wheel, on the others side of that door, right there."(pointing to door and glass window that leads to service garage)
Wife waves at us, lady waves back.
So she starts filling out the computer again, starts asking for phone number, the truck info again, which tire it is, do I want warranty(it's actually the only Walmart warranty I ever get. You can take tire back if you get a nail, and they fix or replace)
Then something happens, and she has to start over.
Asks me for telephone number and truck info for a third time! Home Phone number, address, which wheel, the works.
Now I have told her three times it's a Ranger, and I watched her, each time, click on "ranger".
But This last time, she scrolls thru the Ford models and doesn't click on ranger, she seems very stumped.
She says "hmmm. I don't see a 'Wrangler'"
I said "it's a Ranger."
I Let it go.... I didn't tell her that it's the same fucking button you've clicked like four times now.
Then she says "ok give me the key".
I tell her "you don't need the key, the wheel is sitting on the other side of the door, with my wife you just waived at!"
Then she gets mad. "Well I have to enter that into the computer a whole different way!"
People in line behind me are getting mad, some at me!
Asks for my phone number again. Says which wheel is it?
I start to tell her for like fifth time, and she says "Oh, it doesn't matter, you are dropping it off".
I say "you need to know which wheel it is for the road hazzard warranty." - This ain't my first rodeo
She tells me I can't buy the $10 warranty for a drop off, only on-car.
Now I'm getting mad. I always have done it this way.
The main boss guy walks up and she asks him. He tells her " Of course, we will warranty any tire we put on and balance."
This guy usually is on top of his game.
Ok. Perfect. Done. She gives me the sticker that I put on rim, I go out and put it on the rim, then me and wife go back in the main Walmart to grocery shop.
The boss guy comes running across store, says "Sir, you drive a Ford?".
I'm really gonna flip out. "Yes"
He says "did you know that tire won't work on a Ford?!"
I tell him "of course I didn't know that. I want one that fits my truck! That's why I told that lady, God knows how many times what type of truck it is."
He says "must've been some confusion."
I tell him "no shit!"
He says "well you need one of these. I'll take care of the computer, you go shop. Do you want the white lettering facing in or out?"
I'm like seeing red, and I just wanted to escape the whole situation. I Couldn't fucking remember what the other tires looked like. Lol.
I say " Sir, my Ranger is parked right there, parking spot beside the garage door, let me go look."
This mother fucker says " OH!!! You got a Ranger?!? Oh yeah, that first tire you picked will work fine on a Ranger! I thought you meant a Ford."
I said "YES, ITS A FUCKING FORD! ITS A FORD FUCKING RANGER!!"
He says " geez, I thought you drove a big Ford, you didn't have to yell."
I hate people.
Went to Walmart to get a new tire.
I Hate Walmart, especially on weekends.
I'm a homebody. Hate crowds of people. Hate public in general.
So I Wait in line till finally my turn.
I say "I would like to get a new tire for a Ford ranger."
She goes to the keyboard to get me a quote. Asks for the truck info to get correct size. Clicks on "ranger" and correct model, etc., and a list of tires pops up for my truck.
I pick one, she gives me price, I say "okay I'll get that one."
She says " when do you want to do this".
I say "I'd like to drop the wheel off right now, and go shopping while you put it on rim. My wife is standing with the wheel, on the others side of that door, right there."(pointing to door and glass window that leads to service garage)
Wife waves at us, lady waves back.
So she starts filling out the computer again, starts asking for phone number, the truck info again, which tire it is, do I want warranty(it's actually the only Walmart warranty I ever get. You can take tire back if you get a nail, and they fix or replace)
Then something happens, and she has to start over.
Asks me for telephone number and truck info for a third time! Home Phone number, address, which wheel, the works.
Now I have told her three times it's a Ranger, and I watched her, each time, click on "ranger".
But This last time, she scrolls thru the Ford models and doesn't click on ranger, she seems very stumped.
She says "hmmm. I don't see a 'Wrangler'"
I said "it's a Ranger."
I Let it go.... I didn't tell her that it's the same fucking button you've clicked like four times now.
Then she says "ok give me the key".
I tell her "you don't need the key, the wheel is sitting on the other side of the door, with my wife you just waived at!"
Then she gets mad. "Well I have to enter that into the computer a whole different way!"
People in line behind me are getting mad, some at me!
Asks for my phone number again. Says which wheel is it?
I start to tell her for like fifth time, and she says "Oh, it doesn't matter, you are dropping it off".
I say "you need to know which wheel it is for the road hazzard warranty." - This ain't my first rodeo
She tells me I can't buy the $10 warranty for a drop off, only on-car.
Now I'm getting mad. I always have done it this way.
The main boss guy walks up and she asks him. He tells her " Of course, we will warranty any tire we put on and balance."
This guy usually is on top of his game.
Ok. Perfect. Done. She gives me the sticker that I put on rim, I go out and put it on the rim, then me and wife go back in the main Walmart to grocery shop.
The boss guy comes running across store, says "Sir, you drive a Ford?".
I'm really gonna flip out. "Yes"
He says "did you know that tire won't work on a Ford?!"
I tell him "of course I didn't know that. I want one that fits my truck! That's why I told that lady, God knows how many times what type of truck it is."
He says "must've been some confusion."
I tell him "no shit!"
He says "well you need one of these. I'll take care of the computer, you go shop. Do you want the white lettering facing in or out?"
I'm like seeing red, and I just wanted to escape the whole situation. I Couldn't fucking remember what the other tires looked like. Lol.
I say " Sir, my Ranger is parked right there, parking spot beside the garage door, let me go look."
This mother fucker says " OH!!! You got a Ranger?!? Oh yeah, that first tire you picked will work fine on a Ranger! I thought you meant a Ford."
I said "YES, ITS A FUCKING FORD! ITS A FORD FUCKING RANGER!!"
He says " geez, I thought you drove a big Ford, you didn't have to yell."
I hate people.
M
moose eater
See, with the simple act of homicide, you can simultaneously rid the world of folks who should've been culled a birth, AND receive the bonus of life-time room and board, as well as (poor-quality) medical care. Maybe a gym membership too.
I called a grocery store a few years back after they'd quit handling bulk gluten in the nutrition bins. I asked if they had any gluten in smaller, pre-weighed sealed packages.
She put me on hold for about 10-15 minutes, came back to the phone, and said (I shit you not), "Sir, I've checked the entire gluten-free aisle, and I couldn't find any gluten."
Me:"No kidding."
Her: "Nope, I looked."
There was absolutely no point in continuing the conversation, I withheld my judgmental comments, thanked her for her time, and hung up, not decided if I would harm something, or laugh myself to death.
AND, at that time, she wasn't a mere grunt; she was running the department.
I said aloud to my wife, "The world as we know it is fucked. There's no turning back now."
I called a grocery store a few years back after they'd quit handling bulk gluten in the nutrition bins. I asked if they had any gluten in smaller, pre-weighed sealed packages.
She put me on hold for about 10-15 minutes, came back to the phone, and said (I shit you not), "Sir, I've checked the entire gluten-free aisle, and I couldn't find any gluten."
Me:"No kidding."
Her: "Nope, I looked."
There was absolutely no point in continuing the conversation, I withheld my judgmental comments, thanked her for her time, and hung up, not decided if I would harm something, or laugh myself to death.
AND, at that time, she wasn't a mere grunt; she was running the department.
I said aloud to my wife, "The world as we know it is fucked. There's no turning back now."
sun just came up & I'm finally gonna try to get some sleep...
