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Doesn't start 'til 2am Irish time. So only one thing for it - crack open a beer

You can try to explain, what is love??

So I bought this blender to make smoothies. Always wanted to try them.

Bought a 3 pound bag of frozen blueberries 3 pound bag of frozen strawberries, bananas, yogurt, cans of pineapples, OJ ... added cinnamon and ginger and ice.

ehhhhh...the blender worked great... and simple to clean. The blueberries tasted amazing right out of the bag... so did the strawberries ... the smoothie LOOKED fantastic. The taste? Not awful. Not even really bad. But not as exciting as I had hoped either. Just okay. I guess it's healthy.

Then I ate a whole bag of chocolate chip cookies.

...what else could ever possibly (happily) go wrong for our good friends in the socialist camp? 20 plus initially running, ---nice. Iowa, ---cute. The Brilliant President's ratings, and not only with honkeys like me---est of all. But now who can argue that the dem's side of the election is not really being purchased? Or at least tried to do so. And exactly when does the Fake Indian initally outperform? Why, when her chances are gone. Yep, a well coordinated display of political circular firing squads. The Bloomberg money and tactics, so late in the game, point to a VP slot strategy. Minnie Mike and whoever the proto head loser should become? Mike and Hilary? Bernie and Warren, or a second mister strategy? Wait, I thought the first thing to do when finding oneself in a hole is to stop digging. November might make even the 2016 mandate look like small potatoes. Hopeless, but not serious.

Happy to be alive, period.


The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
I'll always love you and make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me and love another
You'll regret it all some day...

Its Friday, enjoy the weekend

I do lots of what if scenarios in my life for business and pleasure.
In the last 4 years, appliance manufacturers have promoted a flush look where expensive refrigerators (for example) are seamlessly integrated with the adjacent cabinetry.
Some models can fit a specific opening and work perfectly, others... require clearance spacers.
Last year, I did a large, but basic kitchen. Nothing fancy. The refrigerator specified only showed the size required by the cabinet maker and nothing more. The only photo in their brochure had the stainless steel door in-front (proud) of the cabinetry.
When it came time for the homeowner to have the appliances installed, I got the emergency call... the refrigerator doesn't fit.
After several back-and-forth messages with specifications and photos I was able to convince the homeowner that his $3,000 built-in refrigerator wasn't going to be flush inset like the $7,000 model. We did have to add some hidden fillers so they could anchor the appliance to the cabinets. It's in and done.

What if this happens again?
I must call it to the clients attention BEFORE the order gets placed. I don't want any surprises at the end.

Another what if is a similar situation with double oven cabinets. The industry changed and all the appliance showrooms are showing the flush look.
The manufacturers we use don't have a catalog item for a flush oven. It requires special engineering and quotes from custom pricing, often raising the cost for a flush oven by a few thousand.
What if went into overtime and I'm now making 3 smaller boxes with different depths that replace the one large oven cabinet. I'm able to achieve the flush look without jacking up the price!

A few statements were made that the house I'm selling would be more attractive if ALL my personal belongings were removed. What if I hired some help, rented a truck, rented a storage unit and moved my junque there... a friend said "Don't bother. Sell what you can, donate/give away what you can and throw away the rest" The point being, I don't need to pay rent on things I'm trying to get rid of!

Time is my enemy. I sorted through a box of papers and nearly everything got tossed... Oh, there's my birth certificate! Good thing I went through the box and not toss it like I was told. I'm thinking to hire my granddaughter to run the paper shredder. I'll quickly go through boxes of things and she can shred what I don't need to keep.

Obviously, I need to do more what iffing on the house cleanup.

On a funny note, I see that the majority of bloggers at CS are Republican and do anything in their power to undermine a blog with a different political opinion.
What if all those 'other opinion' bloggers took a break from blogging and commenting on other blogs. What a concept... 100% one sided... it would be like preaching to the choir, maybe like the Star Trek episode of Landru...

It sounds like an interesting game I haven't played it (Sega Saturn) exclusive and replicating it on an emulator would be very difficult. However, I heard games like the Trails of cold steel came after it for the Playstation and Wii system.


Yes, Xseed was developed a year or so later.

A short story by me.

“Spare the rod, sir,” begged Featherstone, hopefully.

“I take no pleasure in this, Featherstone,” said the Headmaster, “but this is the third time you’ve been sent to see me in as many weeks, and I fear sparing the rod will not deter you from getting yourself sent to me again next week.”

“Oh, it will, sir, I promise it will,” pleaded young Cuthbert Featherstone, doing his utmost to simulate a reformed character.

As much as the Headmaster wanted to believe him, he knew enough about boys of Featherstone’s type not to. It was true that he took no pleasure in administering the cane, and looked upon it as a regrettable but necessary evil. Still, he thought, perhaps there is another way.

“Look here, Featherstone,” he said, narrowing his eyes at the seemingly repentant boy, “you will not receive six of the best, as I originally intended. You have given an assurance that there will be no future offence on your part, and I am prepared to take you at your word, but mark me well, boy, one more incident this term and I will have you shot. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir, thank you, sir,” gabbled the relieved and delighted Featherstone, who had more or less stopped listening after the words “will not receive six of the best”.

“I shall expect your behaviour to be exemplary for the rest of the term; not a foot wrong, mind.”

“Yes, sir,” responded Featherstone, nodding vigorously.

The very next week, Featherstone was observed behaving suspiciously, by Mister Bodge the school caretaker. He was removing the nuts from the front wheels of his house master’s car at the time, and the consequences of his efforts were pretty much what he was hoping for. The caretaker’s failure to report the matter immediately was not due to complacency, but, rather, a tactical move. There was bad blood between Mister Bodge and the house master, so he was quite happy to let events run their course as far as the missing wheel nuts were concerned. Also, having been the victim of Featherstone’s tricks himself on several occasions, and recognizing a golden opportunity to settle the score, he reasoned that to delay his report and let Featherstone be responsible for actual damage, rather than just the intending of it, would land him in considerably hotter water.

The caretaker’s information was duly noted, and he was asked to make no further mention of it elsewhere. The Housemaster was reimbursed by the school for the damage to his car, and persuaded to let the matter rest. Featherstone, who had started to let himself believe he had got away with it, spent the days leading up to the following weekend feeling rather pleased with himself. It was on the Monday that Featherstone, while leaving morning assembly, hands in pockets and whistling cheerfully, was shot dead by an unknown assassin.

And the crowd danced merrily to the tune of the Liar playing his five string Lyre. Puppets All.