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I like this .
No offense,. Let's just say I have more to be concerned about than Frasier.
Discretion is the better part of valor.
And I amonthe road,doing the driving.
Nope, five posts short. Well, it's time for me to pack up. See ya'll in a few days.
Unless I'm just off on the count, I think a new page is in the offing.
I love new pages, they conjure up in my mind a clean slate and a brand new story.
Rule Number on the Webz, friend. . . .
Fiction is cheap, and abundant.
I have watched Frasier maybe ten or twenty times, but I did not catch on to the Maris thing. Mostly I took it as a caution on trying to project more smartness than you've got brains to pay for.
Interesting. I don't think you could make that case for Hopper and Ain'tHopper though.
positivity isn't all it's cracked up to be. I don't need to do drugs to get "high" on something. A new idea I haven't run into before will do that well enough. I need critics. It's vital to my...
and the guillotine has fallen.
Strike One already, with a name like that, but actually will be banned by tomorrow. . . . . wait, who knows, we have some comprobles here.
And he was pretty old, actually.
uhhhmmm, no. He looked old. I thought like mid seventies, but he died at 61, and those episodes of Home Improvement had a fifty-something Wilson,actually.
He looked pretty old in those nineties bits. I guess smokers always look older somehow. Even if they live to 100 like George Burns.
uhhmmm. . . . well, come to think of it. . . .. having a next door neighbor asking for advice over a fence. . . . that might be better than just sitting on a porch, even a warm sunny porch.
In November of 1995, I had a pickup, and my Chow Chow dog riding shotgun. A windy day, I had been driving into a headwind fighting to keep my speed up, then turned so the wind was pushing me. I...
In July of 1995, driving a Toyota Corolla at 85 mph, there was cow on the road, exactly in the middle, straddling the white dotted line. I had a 17-yr-old kid with me. I looked at the cow, and did...
I used to think that.
And that's the worst mistake a driver can make.
My wife's driving actually scares me. I have to get my ipad out and play chess so I won't see what's going on "on the road". She thinks she's immortal.
I said elsewhere I'm not a good driver. Let me tell some stories. . . .
And then it's off to San Francisco again. And LA. Driving.
And give the contractor some money to get started installing some laminate floor that won't be such a sponge for dogpee and pot fumes.
In fact, I have to wake up in about five hours to go rip out some stinky carpet in the rental I had to kick the pothead out of.
And as I've crunched Google for more info, I realize that what I thought I watched wasn't this "Home Improvement" but "This Old House" or something that portrayed real-life fix-it-men doing real home...
Since you brought the subject up, I've been rampaging through Google at the velocity of light, and learning all I can about it. Game wonders how I can be such a knowitall, and this is how. One...
I think I might have watched Home Improvement for a few minutes a time or two, and was interested in "Home Improvement" parts of the show. . . . I also listen to some radio talk shows about home...