This reminds me… I saw a Dell computer box sitting in the hallway at work the other day, and the box had “EMC^2” (where “^2” indicates a superscript 2) printed on it. So, why didn’t they save some ink and just print it as “E^2”?
A phone tech told me once that sometimes they just keep adding to a line untill it becomes overloaded. Then the next tech that comes along has to deal with it.
Just what is the f#*@#%$! point of wasps? Nasty little yellow and black stingy b#$^&!£!s the lot of 'em. A pox on them and their small regurgitated paper homes. Death to the lot of 'em, I say.
What do we want? War on wasps! When do we want it? NOW!
We’ve been with Adelphia for a long time and suprisingly the service has been okay for the past couple of years. Now our town has been bought by COMCAST as part of the Adelphia bankruptcy.
(As an the ethical aside, are millions in corporate fraud, dozens of major felonies and general all around nepotistic corruption socially acceptable if the perpertrators can deliver quality cable TV and cable modem service?)
&(^)^JJ =)^%&HJ Koioyff0=9U ()&+^(^ COMCAST !!! Just practicing. The worst part of the changeover is that I’ll lose my 8 year old e-mail address and probably be forced to become ******161739.comcast.net
What does a chud smell like? Can a chud smeg? Is it appropriate to smeg chuds in the whistle forum? The best chuds AND smegs are always found in the Pub. Spike the cleaning lady does not always do a shipshape job on the corners of the countertop where the moulding sticks up a bit to prevent Dub from sliding his pint glass over the edge on those nights when he’s feeling a bit too cheerful. Plenty of chud and smeg to be had by those handy with a putty knife.
Here, here. Last week my five-year-old asked me what wasps are for. I said, “Well, uh…um…” Nothing!!! They do nothing, and nothing would bother to eat them.
Put some baking soda on those stings.
Oh, I guess this post has nothing to do with whistles. Okay, here goes–I hate Walton whistles!! Unless, of course, it’s a Mellow Dog, in which case it’s not really a Walton anymore. BTW, if there are any Walton mfgr people on this board, look, it’s just my opinion, okay?
I’m so sorry to hear you’ve had Comcast forced upon you. They’ve been gobbling up smaller providers (and not so smaller) for a few years now. We started out with a very good local company that was bought out by ATT&T, who was then bought out by Comcast - all in the space of about 3 or 4 years. I understand the dismay over an email address. It has become as important as a telephone number. We have had inferior service from them from day one, but monopoly and all that. One tech that came out made such a pig’s breakfast of things my hubby told him to get off the property and send a real tech. It took the next tech over 6 hours to fix his mess.
Maybe it’s a local thing - I hope so for your sake
Oh, insects. Anybody want a few billion earwigs? We have been invaded by them for the last couple of years. They are disgusting. Once when I was little someone told me that while you were sleeping one could get in your ear and eat its way through your brain and go out the other year. They are everywhere. In the yard, eating the blossoms on the plants—yes, I checked with a flashlight at night and they literally rained off the blossoms onto me. They come in the house and hide. I am now able to squash them with my bare hands. I wouldn’t mind them so much but they are sneaky, like cockroaches. They run and hide. Yes, they are ways to kill them ranging from the totally harmless (leaving pieces of damp cardboard around so that they will congregate in the tunnels inside the cardboard and then putting the cardboard in a bag to throw away) to the poisoness. You open a door here and jump back while they rain down on the threshold. I no longer care. I don’t try to kill them anymore. I hate them but they have conquered me.
jsluder, The chances of me becoming like a palm tree are zero to none.
Bloomfield, yes, I came from folks who felt that way. My personal feeling is that bad experiences do build your character and that’s why a person ends up like this . I used to always envy my Catholic friends as a child. Their families were always drinking wine and laughing. Even the priest drank wine and laughed! The Protestants seemed a dull grey lot by comparison. NO INTENTION TO INSULT. I’ve nothing to do with any religion now. I respect them all. And so on.
There was a great old Twilight Zone (or perhaps later other such show) in which some servant killed the obnoxious landowners by placing earwigs in their ears and then they’d slowly eat their way through to the other side - a horrible and painful definite death; until the most obnoxious lord of the realm miraculously survives - only to have the physician at the end say “Yes, but it was a female and laid many eggs”