There is Snow in my Dinosaur's Complaint Thread
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can't imagine what it must be like to have a life on a saturday nite
I would be more interested in watch March Madness on tv if the games were played on a field, eleven players on each team, and the ball was pointy instead of round.
My Saturday night life: Is it time to go to bed yet? Screw it, I'm sleepy so I'm going to bed regardless.
Heavy Traffic.
Cretaceous predators have the right of way when on the road :lol:
It might be much like mine. I have a life on Saturday night, it just doesn't involve other people, or places, or money, or even alcohol. It does however, involve a lot of TV or classical CD or intense DAZing sessions and sometimes popcorn, and innumerable trips to the refrigerator to let the cold fall out while bemoaning the absence of snacks that will not add five pounds just by looking at them. I also check the DAZ forum to make sure that there are other people equally isolated.
Good morning! :coolsmile: Parrots are LOUD, in Sunnyvale we had a flock of 12 - escappes from a pet store that bred - they were pretty but SQUAWK! :bug:
:bug: nomms attack!!!!!
thinkin bout :roll: adding sugar in my tea :roll: are the sugar plum faerie police watching?
2 lumps please :cheese:
never ask bugsbunny for lumps. ... grew up on some violent toons.
SUGAR OMG! :ahhh: Living dangerously... :gulp:
Yep, Bugs knows how to hand out lumps... :smirk:
Breakfast! Coffee w/ half-and-half and wonton soup! :cheese: Today it's stay home and work on music and art, wheeeeeeeeee!!
Lots of dry-fried green beans and pork, and Mapo tofu, for munchies.. and olives for sacks!
Work work work workkkkkkkkkkkkk...
Yeah, we need year-round football... :shut:
Last night.. go out to bar, it's crowded, stayed for 2 beers, came home and chatted online. I used to not mind crowds, but as I've gotten older I'e developed a serious crowd aversion... :blank:
Oh well...
Good morning! :coolsmile: Parrots are LOUD, in Sunnyvale we had a flock of 12 - escappes from a pet store that bred - they were pretty but SQUAWK! :bug:
I hate parrots. Pretty to look at but miserable to be around. Poopy, loud & bitey. Dinosaurs in disguise. I had a photography business for a while and had a client who wanted me to make a parrot training video. He had a couple dozen parrots in his home. Many of them were rescue birds, mistreated by their original owners. Sane parrots are bad enough. Insane ones should be put down. Parrots should not be kept on perches flightless. They are meant to fly free and be fair game for bigger birds and shotguns.
Flirty girl drop! :coolsmile:
It's called maturity or enochlophobia I forget which.
I dislike going to dinner with more than two other people. I'm dreading my 50th high school reunion.
Bars are vile places where people talk too loudly, act too weirdly and smell badly. Which is OK if you're on a booty hunt but I'm long past that.
Restaurants are vile places where people talk too loudly, don't control their kids, and the air is full of clanking, clattering, and incompatible smells.
Major amusement parks are vile places where one has to walk too much, stand in line too much, pay too much for fast food, pay too much for the privilege of even getting into the place, and watch kids badger their parents. However there is often a new attraction that I simply must see so I put up with it.
But, I've swallowed my pride and do it in style. I pay extra to park in the handicapped area with the shorter walk to the gate. I bring a hat and sunscreen so I don't have to pay exorbitant prices for them in the park. I rent a powered convenience vehicle (wheelchair) to get from attraction to attraction. I bring my cane with me so I can poke people who don't get out of my way and convince the line attendant that I should get preferential treatment. My powered scooter gets me from place to place efficiently enough that I can go around the park a couple of times to check out the lines or go back when I know the lines will be shorter.
I actually stop and have a beer a couple times during the day while sitting in the shade like the old fart that I am. At lunch time I go to a decent theme restaurant in the park and sit at the bar (I hate sitting at a table alone) and badger the bartender while having a decent but overpriced meal. If the bartender doesn't pay attention to me he gets no tip because I'll never see him again.
Unfortunately I've had to give up many of the things I like best, like super roller coaster type things because I no longer fit in the seat. Yes, that's right, have shrunk down below the "You must be this tall" line. (*sarcasm*) The park is so thoughtful to provide a sample seat of the ride outside the gate in plain view of thousands of people so that you can attempt to squeeze your fat ass into it and pull the bar down only to realize that the bar will not come down far enough to lock so there's no way you're going to be allowed on the ride. Then you look up and see the iPhones pointed in your direction.
Near the end of the day I start worrying about the battery in my conveyance vehicle because I'm starting to notice it going slower and slower and having trouble getting over the speed bumps or people toes. But when the park finally closes (I have to stay to closing to get my damn money's worth) limping my way back to my car through acres and acres of nearly empty parking lot and collapse into the seat realizing that I forgot to pee before I left the park and the drive to my hotel is 20 miles away. Thank god for the empty fruit juice bottle in the trunk and the empty lot and darkness. Although I suspect that somewhere nearby there is an infrared telescopic camera recording it all.
Lying in bed at midnight, with my legs and hips and feet all screaming bloody murder I reflect on the day and think "what the hell did I come here for again?". Knowing full well that in a few years I'll be back because there will be a new attraction that I simply must see.
too cold to walk for miso.
could warm up with warm sake :)
or stay home, makem pancakes
what do they call pancakes by you?
hotcakes? flapjacks?
"Food to be eaten" :)
Woo-hoo, Ambient Online Compilation 4 is NUMBER ONE in AMBIENT on Bandcamp! Wheeeeeee! :cheese: :cheese:
Premastering today - this is where I load all my track for the album into a single project, decide on track order, and get a feel for how cohesive I can make it all. Also gives me a feel for how many track to add to make or break 70 minutes run length. :blank:
Slow, painful, and I get to listen to the same tracks over and over and over and over.. :bug:
WAY more coffee needed... :gulp:
"Food to be eaten" :)
real maple syrup :-P
Vintage Ice Cream Cart doesn't include ice cream >:(
WTH? You supposed to fill it with goop or something? :blank:
WTH? You supposed to fill it with goop or something? :blank:
the hot dog cart has food. :lol:
before i get up to fetch my plastic, will i ever render the stuff in my cart ... ... ... this eez the question
I'm sitting here DAZing with a James Bond movie playing on the auxiliary display. Why after 50 years, do I still like James Bond movies when I can practically recite the dialogue?
Looks like a little road rage, too! :)
Dana
Time to shower and shave.. my brain is mush, been listening to my own music all this time, tweaking this, adjusting that.. while I like the result and I think it's great work for a debut album, it gets wearing.. need to step away. :blank:
Too much coffee, tummy hating on me. :shut: Tums time, it appears. :shut:
I need to think about cover art.. DS? Flame Painter? Both? Dunno.. can't afford an artist.. le sigh. I'll find something..
Splish splash, into the bath.. :coolsmile:
imagine paying 12 cents for a comic :lol: http://www.comicbookdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/ll44.jpg
keyboard doesn't even haz a cents symbol
I don't have to imagine it...that's what I used to pay when I first started buying them...in the mid sixties.
Dana
Comics used to be a dime. And Hershey bars were a nickel in the 50s. And you could get a 6oz CocaCola for a nickel too.
The gas stations had pictures of green dinosaurs on their signs, and leaded gas was a good thing!
Everybody smoked. Filters were for wimps. Lobster tails were huge and omnipresent in every little restaurant. Plastic was a rarity. TV & radios came in solid wood cabinets of walnut, cherry or oak. Everybody burned their own refuse because there wasn't any plastic in it. Delivery vans came to your house to refresh your weekly stash of potato chips with another 5 gallon metal can of them. Kids played outside all day and came home tired and muddy. Every kid had eaten his share of dirt to get the essential exposure to germs to develop a healthy immune system. People died at 60 like they were supposed to and your neighborhood doctor knew how to fix the everyday problems until then, and for a reasonable price too without insurance, and he may have had a slightly better house than you but didn't live in a mansion, and did housecalls too. Grandmothers wore ugly granny dresses, and their houses smelled like pasta and cookies and lilacs and that old people smell.
Thank you all for this random thread. I'm generally a lurker, however it's been great fun to read all 64 pages of good-natured banter. It makes me forget about being sick and stuck in bed.
Trish
I remember the Hood milk man delivered milk to us in the early 60s. There was a metal box in the hallway outside our door, and he'd put whatever number of bottles was the regular amount in there. I think it was a sheet metal box, but it was insulated with something to keep the milk cold. I suppose it might have been asbestos. Whatever it was, the box was heavy.
Candy bars were still 5 cents, and penny candy really was a penny. Except Ice Cubes (delicious chocolate), which were 2 cents. Hostess and Drakes pastries were 12 cents, were a little bigger than today, and were moist. Table Talk personal pies were a quarter.
Dana
Welcome!
Dana
the milk man