Archived comment by Jon:
She's a lady
whoa whoa whoa
She's a lady

Honest mistake. ;-)

Archived comment by tim:
a hefty rack

Lemme just add that one to my Canadian phrase book......

Archived comment by Kat:
Jon, your first mistake was in assuming I'm a lady.

*snorking and spitting into the corner and hitching up my Underoos*

Daen, well I was 13 then and already had a hefty rack so I guess I WAS providing visuals since that date. *L*

Archived comment by daen:
Kat -
I thought you told me 1/8/85.

Archived comment by Jon:
Hmm, and I thought a lady never told her age...
; p

Archived comment by Kat:
That's me! Providing visuals to my customers since 1885.

Have a card.

Archived comment by tim(1):
Thanks for That image at 730 in the morning.

Archived comment by Kat:
*forcibly removing Par-U's lips from our collective white Canadian asses*

Archived comment by Inuki:
Belated thanks to steff, for telling me where my brain gets some of this stuff. I'd've said something sooner, but my computer got packed on Thursday and this is my first time online since. I'm home for the summer, and rather glad that I don't have to do projects until next year!

Archived comment by ParU:
Joe - wait a minute! You mean there's life outside of California??? Really???

I would never have guessed.

Except, of course, for Canada. *g*

Archived comment by Joe Napalm:
Once again, ParU confuses "Californian" and "American". Heh.

What with interest rates scraping bedrock, people are buying houses left and right...just not in San Fran, the second most expensive place to live in North America. *Grin*

-Jn-
Efreeti Sophist

Archived comment by daen:
Kat-- Trust me, I'm Canadian. I love winter-- I just hate being cold. I don't think I could handle living any further south, because I couldn't handle a winter without at least a couple of -40 days, if not weeks, and a good solid blizzard.
And we understand central heating, insulation, and dressing for the cold, so it all works out well.

Archived comment by ParU:
Kat - I'm pretty sure daen's Canadian - she's on In Passing and she's a babe (all our Canadian WIP are major babes, of course). Besides she's smart too, and the big key is, she just bought her own home, which no American can afford to do. So she must be Canadian!

Archived comment by Kat:
Just like to add... I loved my mukluks. I miss my mukluks. I wore out my mukluks.

*sigh*

Archived comment by Kris the Girl:
For the most part, Canadian jokes and Alaskan jokes sound about the same.
*cleans out the two-kayak garage and loads up her dogsled*

I never wear shorts. Even when I go back to OK in August and it's 100+ degrees for another month. I hate shorts. HATE SHORTS. Hate 'em.
That is all.

Archived comment by Kat:
Oh and I forgot!

*putting on my mukluks and locking the igloo*

Archived comment by Kat:
daen, are you sure you are Canadian? *checking her papers*

Hmmmm....... I see some irregularities. "Susceptable to cold, reads instead of plays hockey, doesn't say 'eh'"

I think we will have to send this one back! Go warm up the Molson Canadianmobile and wake up the husky dogs. It's gonna be a long trip to wherever this one came from. Check the back bacon supplies!

Archived comment by daen:
And the summer I worked as a groundskeeper, I wore jeans every day, even though mid-day temps would be low nineties. I feel cold easily, and I don't like it.

Archived comment by Matt:
I still don't understand the question.

Then again, I'm always the last one of my friends to put on a jacket and the first one to switch into a tank top to stay cool. And I wear shorts outside five months a year.

Archived comment by daen:
50 degree weather.

Archived comment by steff:
what's wrong with just walking in the rain and getting soaked?

...i don't understand the question.

Archived comment by daen:
This is why I keep one of those cheap plastic rain ponchos in my backpack. It's better than nothing, even if I do look like I'm wearing a clear plastic leaf bag.

Archived comment by Paul:
Ever notice that in every movie he's in, John Cusack always ends up walking through a downpour and getting soaked to the skin?

Whenever my friend Richard or I get caught in the rain like that we always comment that we're feeling very John Cusack at the moment... which is going to happen to me in just a little bit, as my umbrella seems to have vanished yet again.

Archived comment by daen:
I'm only happy when it rains,
I'm only happy when it's complicated,
And though I know you can't appreciate it,
I'm only happy when it rains.
You know I love it when the news is bad,
And why it feels so good to feel so sad,
I'm only happy when it rains.

Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me

I'm only happy when it rains.
I feel good when things are going wrong;
I only listen to the sad, sad songs,
I'm only happy when it rains.

I only smile in the dark,
My only comfort is the night gone black,
I didn't accidentally tell you that
I'm only happy when it rains.

You'll get the message by the time I'm through,
When I complain about me and you:
I'm only happy when it rains.

Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down

(You can keep me company
As long as you don't care.)

I'm only happy when it rains
You wanna hear about my new obsession?
I'm riding high upon a deep depression--
I'm only happy when it rains (Pour some misery down on me)


I have to/get to walk home in the rain now.

Archived comment by Matt:
Okay, so here I go again with something out of my screwed up little head, also a work in progress.

Royal Nonesuch

Life is good, floating on a river
Not a care in the world
Thinkin' 'bout no boys, thinkin' 'bout no girls.

When things get me low,
I take a drink and trip out again.

The water boils and foams
Too many people livin' inside their homes.

CHORUS
I drink from the water and stay jocose all day
You sit at work, just trading hours for dollars,
And when you get home, the screaming starts again.

Eating floating bread, stealing what I need,
What's wrong with all of you, your technology and greed?

Boys in sundresses and Black men in chains
Gambling on houseboats and con men in rags

CHORUS

Archived comment by marinerd:
Words to live by:

I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
with a rabid wolverine in my underwear
when suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes

I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?"
I probably would have kept on guessing
but about that time we crashed into the truck
And as I'm laying bleeding there on the asphalt
finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer
who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me

CHORUS
Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
important doesn't matter
Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong

I was walkin' to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams
when I accidentally stepped into an alternate dimension
and soon I was abducted by some aliens from space
who kinda looked like Jamie Farr
They sucked out my internal organs
and they took some Polaroids and said I was a darn good sport
and as a way of saying thank you,
they offered to transport me back to any point in history that I would care
to go,
And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night
so I could pay my phone bill on time
Just then the floating disembodied head of Colonel Sanders started yellin'

CHORUS
I was just about to mail a letter to my evil twin
when I got a nasty paper cut
and, well, to make a long story short,
it got infected and I died
so now I'm up in heaven with St. Peter by the pearly gates
and it's obvious he doesn't like the Nehru jacket that I'm wearing
He tells me that they've got a dress code
Well, he lets me into heaven anyway,
but I get the room next to the noisy ice machine
for all eternity
and every day he runs by screaming
Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you used to think was so important
doesn't really matter anymore, because the simple fact remains that
Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong
(Everything you know is)
Everything you know is wrong

Archived comment by Apple:
My Friday song:

NATURALLY STONED
Avant Garde

It seems the days we spent together
All too quickly faded away
And even now my lonely mind
Is full of thoughts of yesterday
The say grow up
Put your mind on what you have to do
But I know I can never
Make it baby, without you

I can feel a good vibration
When I put my mind on you alone
I can get a good sensation
Feel like I'm naturally stoned
Naturally stoned

And now they say it's time for me
To face the troubled world alone
There's just one thing
They do not seem to understand
Why can't they get it through their heads
I need a helping hand
(repeat chorus)

I do believe Chuck Woolery is part of that group. Nope, I don't know where I picked up that particular info.

*grin*

Archived comment by tim:
Hint taken
lol
Beautiful song
one of my favorites
Thanks steffaroni
; )

Archived comment by steff:
i forgot. *grin* good one tim... i could use that in my collection (hint, hint) and, my friday song:

Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,
To be calm when you've found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you've got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.

Son
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It's always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

Archived comment by steff:
inuki, it was from one of the dirk gently books, by douglas adams. oddly, i was just thinking of that song only yesterday...

Archived comment by Inuki:
And now there's a fragment of memory in my mind about a song called "Hot Potato," and how the singer was found with his head on a record turntable, but I can't remember if it was a dream or from a book...

Archived comment by Jon:
Which leads to:

You spin me round round baby right round
Like a record baby round round right round

Archived comment by tim:
It's friday, it's cloudy ,cold and rainy.
And it looks to be that way all weekend
so the friday song is Roxy Music :

Spin Me Round :

Now the ballroom's empty
everybody I have known
has been and gone
with the music over
here am I
a shadow echoing on
Spin me Round...

Now there must be something
in what they say of all things
great and small
there's a dozen roses
lying almost dying
to say it all
Spin me Round...

A nether world dancing toy
I'm wired for sound
does it matter to me
who then turns the key?

Now if life is for living
then the way is clear
but I don't understand
why the dream has ended
yet I can't wake up
lend a hand -
Spin me Round...

Archived comment by ParU:
Well I have a different opinion (surprise!). I think it's ridiculous for schools to demand that students 'volunteer', especially if they're on the 'college track'.

2 examples - My daughter volunteered a bunch at a local hospital, when she really didn't have the time and no one there really cared that she was there, they basically made her fetch coffee. Major waste of her time, plus the transportation issue was a pain, especially given that she was spending 3-4 hrs a night on homework and other school related activities. Basically, she didn't have the time and it was a waste of hers.

Opposite example - my son didn't bother to get the forms, but volunteered many hours with our church group (and some youth sports groups too). So he put in more hours than his sister, cause he wanted to

Archived comment by Inuki:
I'm all for required community service for high schools - but please, PLEASE make it easier to get hours than my high school did!

Requirements: 60 hours over four years to graduate, 135 to get a special cord at graduation. Not too bad.
Process: Before you do anything, see if the place you're going to be working is "in the book" of approved places. If it is, get a short form and have it filled out by the person who's going to be your supervisor. If it isn't, get a long form, which asks nosier questions, and get it filled out by your supervisor. As you do the hours, keep a double-entry reflective journal for every day you work - one side saying what you did, the other saying how you felt about it. On the other side of that paper, write down dates, locations, times, and have it signed once for EVERY DAY you were there. When you are finished, add it all up and turn it in to the guidance office, who will give you credit if everything's in order.

I did at least 200 hours, most of it working with the next-door middle school stage crew, and a large portion of it in my freshman year. I turned in paperwork at the beginning, then very quickly realized that keeping a journal or log was ridiculous and refused to do it. I eventually had the crew manager type up a letter, saying what I'd done, and my school accepted it, albeit reluctantly.

I think it'd be reasonable to have one form that someone in charge could fill out, with hours, dates (a range, like May 10-June 14), contact information, and stuff like that. One form. Not two, not five, ONE.

...Sorry. I'm all for volunteering, or community service, but not at the expense of sanity.

Archived comment by TexasGirl:
Volunteering pays back your karma; you know, like you won the genetic lottery because you come from a background that puts you ahead in the world. That's when you really owe the universe, so as someone from a middle-class background and educated, I definitely volunteer my time. Right now it's tutoring adults who read below the 5th grade level. I was about to burn out, then a student came in with his driver's license. He hadn't ever passed the written test before. He was SOOOOO happy. He'd been driving illegally for 20 years. Now he's got the real deal. THAT'S what you do volunteer stuff for.

Archived comment by Trent:
I'm a fan of the must-do-community-service-hours-to-graduate thing (that's how I've met a lot of my friends) but it really does take away from the idea of selfless giving... Instead of being considered 'volunteer hours' they should just be straight up 'service hours,' that would clear things up, I think. Although, what do I know? I didn't need service hours to graduate high school.

Archived comment by PGS:
I don't think it would matter how much work you have to do, cause I heard that Red Cross presidents get to drive around in Nitro Burnin' Funny Cars called "Red Cross One".

Oh, and don't you get, like, free blood for life?

Archived comment by Paul:
I would say that someone in that high school administration has a good sense of irony. Kudos to them for pulling that name through.

Archived comment by Joe Napalm:

And this is a school? Gah.

"Let's pay attention to the language we've all agreed upon, people."
-- George Carlin

-Jn-
Efreeti Sophist

Archived comment by Noyock:
My former high school back home has just instituted a requirement for students to do 60 hours of community service as a prereq for graduation. I think this is an excellent idea to get people involved in non-profit work, and hopefully some people will decide to stay with their placements after they've filled their requirement. The only thing I have issue with is the name. Know what they're calling it? "Mandatory volunteer hours". Seriously.

Archived comment by Trent:
Aww, thanks Cory!

(See now, that's the real reason to do community service--to get props...JUST KIDDING) =)

Archived comment by cipha:
thanks for the Froot Bat - I named it Nanook and made him president of froot bats in my house. yes ParU, reading Melbourne newspapers got me to where I am today.

Archived comment by Cory:
Mad props to Trent!! Community service kicks a**!

Archived comment by Trent (f, by the way):
I don't know; I think the noble, self-sacrificing thing works. I've worked the last 8 summers at a camp for orthopedically impaired kids, & the people I've met there who are really doing it for the experience (& not for their high school's community service credits) are people I really admire & try to get to know outside of the camp. It takes a great (& strong) person to donate so much of their time & energy to something for which they don't get compensation. I admit compensation would be nice, especially when you're giving up time that you could be working & earning money for school, but in the end, the opportunity for such...learning...is itself almost always worth it.

[Sorry; on the subject of my camp I tend to ramble. It's like talking about a child...not from a parental point of view, though, more like an aunt or uncle.] =)

My shameless plug for community service. Yay for helping people!

Archived comment by ParU:
cipha - Welcome - here's a froot bat! And I believe In Passing was in the Melbourne paper (see the news section to the left).

Archived comment by cipha:
just had to out myself after seeing Dave and AA's post.....hello from Melbourne, OZ.
unfortunately have nothing to say on topic though....

Archived comment by dave:
An Aussie, I am in Adelaide. As to how I ended up here, I just stumbled across it through a reference in some random blog one day and didn't bother to leave.

Archived comment by That Weird Chick:
Yeah, I've been in RI for school for 2 years...and I thought that I'd miss all the mafia fun, being out of NY. But when you go to a place where the mayor is called "Buddy," you know the place is headed downhill...

Archived comment by wykidgrrl:
lol. Yeah, so i guess you've been paying attention. It's surreal. I moved here from Oregon just before they indicted the mayor three years ago. People's reaction to 20 years of extortion and racketeering: "Yeah, but he's done so much for the city." And I was in a resturaunt once, eavesdropping on the table behind me. I swear it sounded like a scene out of Goodfella's. This guy who sounded JUST like Joe Pesci saying somthing about "If you and your lady-friend want to disappear for a while..." with reponses coming in mumbled Italian accents. We make comments that you don't need soap operas as long as you have the local newspaper. Cra-zy!