January 25, 2008
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January 25, 2008
barely made it.
doh. well, it said 11:57 when i posted this, and it's only 8 o'clock here.
DRC: long week of work ends. torrential rain here. meh.
gonna try to cover some music this weekend. weather permitting.
qotd: what's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?
doh. well, it said 11:57 when i posted this, and it's only 8 o'clock here.
DRC: long week of work ends. torrential rain here. meh.
gonna try to cover some music this weekend. weather permitting.
qotd: what's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?
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Re: January 25, 2008
What did my Mom tell you?jack wrote: qotd: what's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?

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Re: January 25, 2008
If you had have asked that about a month ago, the answer would have been "What's rain?"jack wrote: qotd: what's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?
A few weeks ago though - it started raining. AND IT HASN'T BLOODY STOPPED! Half of central and western Queensland is under water (see Emerald and Charleville)
Large chunks of the state have switched from being drought disaster areas to flood disaster areas almost overnight. Brisbane is still under Level 5 Water Restrictions - but my poor dog can't find anywhere dry in the backyard to sleep. My house is full of mildew. It smells.
So, back to your question - what's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day? Same as any other day really - I like to complain a lot.
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Last time I was in Seattle, I don't remember it raining at all. I recall walking across town during the day to locate the venue for the Stanley Jordan gig, stopping for a minute to look at the sky, rotating a full 360 degrees, and being unable to find a single cloud. That's rare, even in places with much less rainy reputations. I kind of felt like I was being ripped off, you know? And Florida hasn't really been getting it's summer rains like it used to. I think it's some kind of conspiracy. Against me, specifically, because I'm important.
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I don't think it rained in the three days I was in Seattle either. The weather was gorgeous.Lord of Oats wrote:Last time I was in Seattle, I don't remember it raining at all. .... And Florida hasn't really been getting it's summer rains like it used to. I think it's some kind of conspiracy. Against me, specifically, because I'm important.
AND you are 100% right about the Florida summer rain. When I moved here 8 or so years ago it would rain every morning between 7:30 and 8:30 AM and then again sometime between 2:00 and 4:00 PM all summer long. I was a little freaked out about it even. Veterans told me you could pretty much set your clock by it. A few years later we experienced what most of the country would call a drought and it hasn't been the same. It still rains a lot and Tampa got two hurricanes since then but its not like it used to be.
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Are you allowed to wear swimsuits in Kansas?Hoblit wrote:yes, I can't wait to be sun kissed on the beaches just outside of Kansas City.Billy's Little Trip wrote:It's tEh global warning I tellz ya! A couple more years and Kansas is going to be the new tropical vacation spot.
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I have this horrible problem, kind of like that kid on the twilight zone that would wish people into the cornfield. Every time I joke about something and think about it too hard, it happens.
One time when I was a kid, I really wanted a 7-up. So I was looking out my window in sheer agony groaning to myself because I really needed that lemony limey un-cola on my nubile taste buds. Just about that time, I saw a 7-up truck getting ready to round the corner on my street, with the big roll up doors open. My eyes instantly fixed on those beautiful emerald green bottle jingling merrily in their crates.
So I took advantage of the weak springs on the truck, the high crown in the center of the road and the inability of the driver to calculate a proper cornering speed. I used every ounce of my mind to help lean that truck right as he made the left hand turn. My world went blank except for the small circular vision focused on the sweet elixir that was at a perfect balancing point for it's weight to tilt ratio. I mentally leaned those wooden crates with all of my inner strength, and just then, as if the hand of God itself gave that truck a final push, the crates of 7-up toppled out of that truck, like a collapsing carbonated bottle building.
It took me a few seconds to regain my strength. I may have blacked out for a brief moment, but sprang to my feet and looked out the window again to see the driver and his passenger had already gotten out of the truck to assess the "freak" accident.
I quickly ran from the living room, through the kitchen, through the laundry room and out the back door. It would have been faster to go out the front door, but I could never get the damn thing open without the help of someone and my Mom was the only one home at the time. If I asked her to help me open it, there would be a barrage of questions, and I couldn't risk that at this particular moment.
So out the back door I went, around the corner of the garage and down the driveway to the street. By this time, kids and people had already stopped to see the event, while one of the men from the truck insisted that everyone stay back, the driver I'm guessing, while the other man was pushing the piles of broken glass into piles in the gutter with a push broom.
Just then, I noticed one single unbroken bottle of 7-up that had rolled under my Moms car that was parked in the street in front of our house. I tried to be as inconspicuous as I could, but I didn't seem to have to try to hard, because I almost felt invisible, but I wasn't sure if I was, so I handled the retrieval of that single bottle with Ninja like stealth. I stood there on the parkway grass as if I was looking at my Mom's car, took one last look to the left, right, then left again, kneeled down, grabbed the bottle and quickly stood up with the bottle behind my back. I slowly walked to a near by juniper bush, and swiftly tossed it under.
As the men were finishing their clean up, I could hear them yelling at the kids trying to snag the unbroken bottles, but they were shooed away before they could. But I didn't care, I had what I wanted, and now I just sat on my front stoop and waited, which seemed like a life time, but was really only about 10 more minutes.
The clean up was done, the men rolled the big doors down on the truck, pulled themselves back up into the cab and off they went, about ninety nine bottles lighter I would guess.
I went to the bush, grabbed my bottle and walked back up the driveway, around the corner, through the back door, through the laundry room, into the kitchen, where I went to the drawer and grabbed a bottle opener, then to the living room, where I resumed my position in front of the window looking out at the wet section on the street as I took a huge guzzle of the pop, followed by the biggest burp a 6 year old boy could muster up. My Mom yelled from the other room, did you say something Chris? I said, no Mom, I just burped. She replied with a stern Mom type voice, then say excuse me! With a shit eating grin, I said excuse me, in a mild voice that could only be heard by me and my dog that was laying on the couch.
I'm not sure how I came to get these powers, because I've always just had them. I think it has something to do with my birth being on Christmas day. Although I have an older brother and two older sisters, my Mom still to this day claims that she was not sexually active for over a year before my birth. Maybe I'm an alien implant of some sort, but if I am, they sure picked a dumb kid to bring intelligent life to man kind. Because, frankly, I'm still not sure why I'm here or what my purpose is. But I do know that I'm supposed to do some good for man kind, I think. I hope I didn't get the 7-up guys in too much trouble.
By the way, it's happening again. I shouldn't have made that comment about Kansas becoming the new tropical vacation spot! Sorry!
One time when I was a kid, I really wanted a 7-up. So I was looking out my window in sheer agony groaning to myself because I really needed that lemony limey un-cola on my nubile taste buds. Just about that time, I saw a 7-up truck getting ready to round the corner on my street, with the big roll up doors open. My eyes instantly fixed on those beautiful emerald green bottle jingling merrily in their crates.
So I took advantage of the weak springs on the truck, the high crown in the center of the road and the inability of the driver to calculate a proper cornering speed. I used every ounce of my mind to help lean that truck right as he made the left hand turn. My world went blank except for the small circular vision focused on the sweet elixir that was at a perfect balancing point for it's weight to tilt ratio. I mentally leaned those wooden crates with all of my inner strength, and just then, as if the hand of God itself gave that truck a final push, the crates of 7-up toppled out of that truck, like a collapsing carbonated bottle building.
It took me a few seconds to regain my strength. I may have blacked out for a brief moment, but sprang to my feet and looked out the window again to see the driver and his passenger had already gotten out of the truck to assess the "freak" accident.
I quickly ran from the living room, through the kitchen, through the laundry room and out the back door. It would have been faster to go out the front door, but I could never get the damn thing open without the help of someone and my Mom was the only one home at the time. If I asked her to help me open it, there would be a barrage of questions, and I couldn't risk that at this particular moment.
So out the back door I went, around the corner of the garage and down the driveway to the street. By this time, kids and people had already stopped to see the event, while one of the men from the truck insisted that everyone stay back, the driver I'm guessing, while the other man was pushing the piles of broken glass into piles in the gutter with a push broom.
Just then, I noticed one single unbroken bottle of 7-up that had rolled under my Moms car that was parked in the street in front of our house. I tried to be as inconspicuous as I could, but I didn't seem to have to try to hard, because I almost felt invisible, but I wasn't sure if I was, so I handled the retrieval of that single bottle with Ninja like stealth. I stood there on the parkway grass as if I was looking at my Mom's car, took one last look to the left, right, then left again, kneeled down, grabbed the bottle and quickly stood up with the bottle behind my back. I slowly walked to a near by juniper bush, and swiftly tossed it under.
As the men were finishing their clean up, I could hear them yelling at the kids trying to snag the unbroken bottles, but they were shooed away before they could. But I didn't care, I had what I wanted, and now I just sat on my front stoop and waited, which seemed like a life time, but was really only about 10 more minutes.
The clean up was done, the men rolled the big doors down on the truck, pulled themselves back up into the cab and off they went, about ninety nine bottles lighter I would guess.
I went to the bush, grabbed my bottle and walked back up the driveway, around the corner, through the back door, through the laundry room, into the kitchen, where I went to the drawer and grabbed a bottle opener, then to the living room, where I resumed my position in front of the window looking out at the wet section on the street as I took a huge guzzle of the pop, followed by the biggest burp a 6 year old boy could muster up. My Mom yelled from the other room, did you say something Chris? I said, no Mom, I just burped. She replied with a stern Mom type voice, then say excuse me! With a shit eating grin, I said excuse me, in a mild voice that could only be heard by me and my dog that was laying on the couch.
I'm not sure how I came to get these powers, because I've always just had them. I think it has something to do with my birth being on Christmas day. Although I have an older brother and two older sisters, my Mom still to this day claims that she was not sexually active for over a year before my birth. Maybe I'm an alien implant of some sort, but if I am, they sure picked a dumb kid to bring intelligent life to man kind. Because, frankly, I'm still not sure why I'm here or what my purpose is. But I do know that I'm supposed to do some good for man kind, I think. I hope I didn't get the 7-up guys in too much trouble.
By the way, it's happening again. I shouldn't have made that comment about Kansas becoming the new tropical vacation spot! Sorry!
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Lord of Oats wrote:Last time I was in Seattle, I don't remember it raining at all.
Were you there in the summer? The PNW is notoriously glorious in the summer. It almost never rains. It's the other 9 months of the year that we get wet.
Also folks -- as resident defender of midwest geography I feel compelled to point out that Kansas City is mostly in Missouri -- only a little bit of it is in Kansas.
Like in that Magnetic Fields song: "Your eyes are like Kansas City -- In Kansas and in Misery."
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ahh, this reminds me of the time i was talking to this one girl at a bar, i asked her where she was from and she said, "Kansas City", for some reason the first thing that came out of my mouth was "ahh Kansas City, Kansas", which she quickly reply with stingy eyes, "NO, Kansas City, Missouri".anti-m wrote: Kansas City is mostly in Missouri -- only a little bit of it is in Kansas.
Like in that Magnetic Fields song: "Your eyes are like Kansas City -- In Kansas and in Misery."
for some reason she felt talking to me any further, was not a worthwhile endeavor. lol , fun times.
QOTD: Rain in Florida is like a part time employee. it clocks in every summer @ 3pm.
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and is slightly drizzling in on my Gasparilla! MF!drë wrote:ahh, this reminds me of the time i was talking to this one girl at a bar, i asked her where she was from and she said, "Kansas City", for some reason the first thing that came out of my mouth was "ahh Kansas City, Kansas", which she quickly reply with stingy eyes, "NO, Kansas City, Missouri".anti-m wrote: Kansas City is mostly in Missouri -- only a little bit of it is in Kansas.
Like in that Magnetic Fields song: "Your eyes are like Kansas City -- In Kansas and in Misery."
for some reason she felt talking to me any further, was not a worthwhile endeavor. lol , fun times.
QOTD: Rain in Florida is like a part time employee. it clocks in every summer @ 3pm.
<b>M:</b> I knew that the city was in both states... but I'm not sure exactly why I needed to know the ratio just now!

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yes, seattle in summer = very nice. when i worked there one summer, i used to have lunch in this little park next to the pike market, get a sandwich at the 3 sisters bakery, and from this park you had this killer view of mt. rainier.
if i wasn't here, i'd be there.
if i wasn't here, i'd be there.
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Yes but it's more of a mist suspended in the air, and mostly in the early morning when reasonable people tend to be asleep. Or at least that was the case when I was there.anti-m wrote:Were you there in the summer? The PNW is notoriously glorious in the summer. It almost never rains. It's the other 9 months of the year that we get wet.
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