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Frodo
I keep liking David more and more. I have a close friend who married her husband because he was the only man who could say no to her and make it stick. She realized that she needed him for that reason. Your precipice analogy rings true.— October 5, 2011 5:01 p.m.
What's in a Name?
Whenever I see or hear the question of your title I cannot help but remember a Popeye the Sailor cartoon where he answers it: "a rose by any other name would still smell as much." My given name is Frederick, and I embrace the entirety of it now, even though my family still calls me Fred. I vividly recall the beginning of 3rd grade when my teacher asked me what I *wanted* to be called. This actually stunned me as I thought, "You mean I get to choose? Do you need an answer RIGHT NOW???" I needed time to think about this monumental proposal. But the teacher was waiting, and there were others in class waiting too. "They all call me 'Fred'" and my fate was sealed. I was 8 years old and aghast at flubbing my one and only chance to create myself... or so I thought. It was an internet community that required 'real' names as a condition of membership that inadvertently re-christened me, banishing mental images of "Fred Flintstone" and "Freddy-the-Freeloader" to my anxiety closet. Thank you so much for sharing yourself. Frederick, the Scaleman.— September 28, 2011 6:38 p.m.
Please Explain
My car dealer must have desperate for a sale because he waived the having lots of kids requirement when I bought my Odyssey. According to AARP, seniors are becoming the "most likely to own a minivan" demographic. While I am a Gay Male Geezer (only officially a "Senior" at Denny's who has low standards) I agree more with blueevey than Javajoe25. According to http://kidsplates.org/ the heart symbol is a funding mechanism for children's programs, and as I understand it's "M4M" not M-heart-M in the gay lingo.— July 30, 2011 9:02 p.m.
Terribly Absurd
Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!! I depend on you to have these experiences that will keep me from ever flying again, at least while I am conscious. At the moment I am enjoying my RV. You shouldn't wait until you're my age to experience one.— July 19, 2011 8:36 a.m.
The Next Chapter
Congratulations! I would be so frightened to have to go through that process. Nothing like a little "Retail Therapy" to help focus on the future.— June 25, 2011 6:42 p.m.
Service Situation
I have a few of theories about this: 1. AT&T doesn't outsource their phone banks, and wants their customers to know this up front. You're a disgruntled customer upset over an issue, and your anxiety is building because you're also expecting to speak with some heavily accented person in Mumbai. Now you've been calmed a little knowing you're American English accent is going to be understood. Plus they get points for creating jobs here. 2. Yes, they DO think callers are going to be nicer. What red-blooded American is going to yell and berate a Veteran over some relatively insignificant bill in today's society? While you're sister may be nice all of the time, she's definitely in the minority. 3. Answering calls from complaining customers is one of Retail Marketing's most onerous chores. Turnover is high due to the stress. I'll bet it's the bottom rung on today's corporate ladder if it's being done in this country and not being outsourced.— June 3, 2011 8:20 a.m.
Stupid Chick's Lucky
Welcome to adulthood. Your baptism by bicycle was a relatively mild interaction. Rest assured she's terrorizing the roadways now; actually buying a helmet? Not a chance. Ditto even acknowledging there ARE laws that apply to bicycles, or even her. You, conservatively biased??? Now I am laughing.— February 3, 2011 7:16 p.m.
Farewell, Facebook Friend
It's getting so that a Neanderthal like myself can barely keep up with the progression. 1. Telephones (wired) 2. Telephone Answering Machines 3. DOS Bulletin Boards (Text Only) 4. AOL Chat Rooms and Instant Messaging 5. Special Interest Websites 6. Blogs 7. Facebook I have bravely stepped into the new century; albeit several paces behind even some of my Baby-Boomer cohorts. My Greatest Generation father, God love him, made his living from #1, and gamely kept pace until #4. He has now regressed to the more familiar territory where I can find him on speed-dial. I skipped #6, and had to go back recently. (It feels kind of like repeating the 6th grade.) I recently experienced the loss of a Friend (as defined by Ponzi) through Facebook. The weird thing is he's still there on Facebook, which makes his sudden exit more surreal. Is this the new immortality?— January 30, 2011 9:04 p.m.