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Hmmm..., Interesting..., um..., what do you do when the rocks start returning?
...but what about unflatable men's underwear?
have yet to cross that bridge but if I have to I will and fast
Boomerocks.
Superball rocks. Don't throw them at walls.
Hmmm., what ever happened to Superballs? I haven't seen them in years.
But then again, I don't go looking for toys much anymore.
When I was a kid (4-12) in the '50s I used to visit my Great Aunt (father's father's sister), who had a ~2 foot(61cm) diameter, round cheesebox (used to ship an entire wheel of cheese) full of sanded wood blocks, obviously made by hand, probably by somebody local or even within the 1890s household it came from that she still lived in. You can buy similar toys now but this was a big box for a 5 year old. I'd build houses and castles and roads and towers and keep myself occupied for hours with nothing more than variously shaped, unpainted, wooden blocks. Everytime I was there to be babysat by the aunt, the first thing I did was go retrieve the big round wooden box of wood blocks. Wheee, I didn't need no stink'n Xbox
, and look how I turned out. (Don't look too closely.)
But I think the thing I learned most from that box of wood blocks, was duty and organization. I was required to put all the wood blocks back into the cheesebox before I left. The problem was that round is a complicated place to pack odd sized rectangular pieces into, and required careful thinking to get them all in there and the lid closed. Spatial analysis & logical planning. Good training for a future engineer & programmer, or an Amazon boxer(a container packer, not a South American pugilist).
Back then we didn't just play games, we made the games as children. "Imagination", don't leave home without it.
Make games, not kids? Kinda makes sense..
I don't want to make kids right now. Too messy.
Liddle lamsy dievy.
Akidle eetivydo wooden shoe?
Where is my ride? I'm supposed to be there by now!
Do I have time to visit restroom?
Probably, but no time to get back to the bus.
I am thinking picking up cigarettes just so I can sit outside in the sun. I think they are the only ones allowed to sit outside.
skin cancer + lung cancer
way to go
below ground painfully
...every time my mum lit up a cigarette while waiting for a bus the bus arrived in a couple minutes. I thought there must be something to this and considered just carrying a pack of "coffin nails around and feigning I had just lit one up to get the bus to show up sooner, but then I'd have people passing by wanting to bum one off of me and at what the cost today, (here in Oregon about 9.40$ a pack) forget it.
Remember back when cigarette machines popped out a pack of cigarettes for a quarter? They were in every store, bar, restaurant, and gas station. Death was so much easier & cheaper then.
That was back in the '50s. So, adjusting for inflation, a pack of cigarettes should be about $2.50 now. So, I guess $9.40 still isn't enough to deter the persistently clueless.
I have a pile of Hershey's Dark Chocolate-Mint Bells in the console of the SUV... All I have to do is start to unwrap one and the light changes... if I'm really hungry and one is partially open there will be no red traffic lights...
They are like one of those Harry Potter magical items... "Mints of Motion" or something... actually scratch that... it just sounds like they'll give one diarrhea.
Timely Mints...?
Megh... I'll work on it.
Once the temperature goes over 65°F, I'll switch those out for hard green tea mints from Traitor Joe's... Not Trader Joe's... This is the place founded by Benedict Arnold in 1763 when he was a merchant in New Haven, Connecticut... right before the Sugar Act of 1764 and the Stamp Act of 1765 caused him to join the heavy metal band The Sons of Liberty... and eventually an interpretative dance company and then the Connecticut militia and run off for a bunch of military campaigns and do the whole treason thing...
Well, treason or not they are damn fine mints.
Just realized I was reading McGyver without looking who wrote it. So funny that it brings me a smile.
Does anyone know what happened to my medicine bottle for my afternoon medication? I can't find it!
It rolled under the thing over there.
my medicine bottle is still in the bottleshop at the pub
I think my medicine bottle some how got back into the medicine cabinet.
Like Homing Pigeons?
Some people are afraid AI art will replace real artists, but with my tests, they don't look right.
The first one is human made and the second is AI.
I failed to hit "Post Comment" earlier...
So I basically rewrote this... I read that at five o'clock in the morning and my eyeballs and brain were arguing because they didn't want to be bothered, but one of them said that read "my meditation bottle is still in the pub on the battleship"...
For a moment I was like "that's cool... the Australian navy has pubs on their battleships", then I was like "wait... Wendy never said she was in the navy"... and for a second I was like "Well, maybe she stowed away... then my left eyeball (he's been cranky because he's been used a lot lately) was like "You [expletive] people are so [expletive] [expletive] stupid it's really [expletive] [expletive] [extremely graphic expletive] [expletive] unbelievable [expletive] [expletive] [something involving farm animals]..."and I was like "Jeez, chill the [expletive] out, maybe it was an accident, and she was on a tour of the battleship, I didn't accuse her of deliberately hiding out in the men's locker room at the gym"...
I was assuming that if Australian battleships have pubs, they might also have health clubs, maybe miniature golf and perhaps one of those really boss mini roller coasters just like on those big cruise ships like Carnivore Cruise Line for instance...
The Australian navy seems like it might be fun.
Though I picture it with a lot more kangaroos than it probably has...
Then my brain said "What's a meditation bottle?..." and my left eyeball got annoyed and said "it's a [expletive] bottle you stuff yourself in when [expletive] idiotic [expletive] like you people wake someone the [expletive] up so early in the [expletive] morning and you [expletive] have to deal with their [expletive] [expletive-something specifically recommended against in the original drafts of the Ten Commandments and mysteriously alluded to in the fragments of a public health brochure found in the ruins of an Indus Valley Civilization apothecary]"...
At that point my legs got bored with all that and got up and started to walk away, thankfully taking the rest of me with them... and my fingers who had been waiting around to be told what buttons to tap, gave up and started scratching parts of my body that by that point were kind of itchy or bothered because they were starting to wake up... my left eye shut, which was okay because that's the farsighted one and my right eye was like "whatever"... I guess I went and got coffee or something... honestly, I have no real clear recollection of what I did for the next two hours... all I know is the SUV is not in the driveway, so I probably dropped it off for an oil change and probably the kids off at school... though it's equally possible they are hanging out with the mechanic and the Toyota is in the lake next to their school (my sneakers are wet for some reason)... I'm pretty sure Paul (the mechanic)... (not the Canadian goose named Paul, who lives at the North end of the lake)... I'm sure Paul the mechanic would have called my wife to let her know about the mix up and since she hasn't mentioned that yet, I presume that all worked out in the proper order.
Well, whatever happened I hope the liquor store didn't give your "meditation bottle" away to the wrong customer... I'm guessing in Australia one needs a prescription or doctor's script for booze...?... that really doesn't seem very practical or Australian (one of my father's best friends was an Aussie and he was an excellent drinker of fermented beverages of all sorts and seemed to take pride in that)... either way I now know you said "medication bottle", but thanks to my right eyeball messing that up (or my brain, they both suck) I now am going to start calling any booze bottle I'm currently using for booze related boozifications, as a "Meditation Bottle"...
So that's a brief, but long portion of where my morning went and I have no idea why I chose to disseminate that rambling bit of expletive ladened recollections, but in the event I didn't understand that correctly and you are actually stuck on a battleship, Australian or otherwise, it can actually be kind of fun... the last time I went to Washington DC, I got locked a communication compartment on the U.S.S. Wisconsin (which is in Norfolk, Virginia and not exactly next to DC)... and it was kind of fun... granted it was part of an escape room thing me and my kids were doing in an effort to teach them the role of the Wisconsin during the early part of the Cold War, and also how to escape from locked compartments on large naval vessels which in my family has been a reoccurring theme, but that's a difficult story, for a different time that's probably not this time... maybe... no... also, it just occurred to me that was the summer before Covid, so that wasn't the last time I was in DC and I've been there a bunch of times since (and never once did I poop anywhere unapproved) (history joke) and now I'm totally remembering how much I hate walking or driving in DC because although the fellow who planed the city has been hailed as a great civil engineer, he apparently hated the idea of people being able to navigate in straight lines for any distance greater than one block without finding themselves shooting off at a 52° angle, having to zig-zag willy-nilly back and forth trying to stay on course in whatever other city except maybe Paris would be a fairly simple exercise in basic navigation.
You know how hard it is to find a friggin' deli that's open on a Sunday morning in that stupid town, when you have a half an hour to be somewhere and your brain and left kneecap are fighting?... it's hard... and it's why I hate going there... also other reasons, but that's a different problem.
In all fairness DC is a very interesting town and if you are ever nearby and totally hate yourself you should visit it... or if you have lots of money, get a taxi to drive you around... actually, I like DC taxi drivers more than NYC taxi drivers who seem to always be hoping to be on one of those hidden camera shows like "America's Funniest Vehicle Collisions".
Okay... I'm done...
Sorry.
Have a great day and you should probably go visit the bottleshop or the pub on the battleship for some meditation juice if you actually went and read all that without throwing your computer, tablet or other internet device out the window... you deserve it.
Also I should probably go because my wife just told me there is a goose with a Canadian accent at the door going on and honking about something...
Cheers.
Why is this Starbucks cafe has the volume of their music too loud?
McGyver has been on a trip to the moon
like Captain Tony Nelson who found a Jeanie in a bottle
which I realise now was an entirely metaphorical series about a poor lonely astronaut hallucinating in space
Hahahaha
Because the volume of their coffee is much too large.
I have a feeling I used the wrong coffee. I drank one big cup of coffee and got a free refil for tomorrow. They also gave me a tall cup of coffee by mistake. So I have enough coffee but not enough energy still.
...hmm I would think the USS Wisconsin would have at least one pub on it and a couple bowling alleys as well as maybe cornhole on the deck.
I've been through small unincorporated towns in the state with something like a half a dozen buildings and at least one, if not two of them was a pub..
When I was in college in Wisconsin some 50 years ago, you could get beer at the Student Union as well as at the other two snack bars on the campus.. Didn't serve beer in the dining halls though.
Back then the legal age for drinking beer and wine there was 18 and in 1972 the age for booze was lowered to 18 as well.
I killed a thread
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