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Got these off a webpage.

What is the most "fatal" "serious" mistake one should never ever make?
Here’s a list of things I came up with:

1.Never fry food naked!
2.Never lie to your boss.
3.Never tell a friend or family member that you’re too sick to go out – and then go out!
4.Never use a condom that has been in your wallet for 5 years.
5.Never lick an icicle to see if your tongue will stick - it will!
6.Never show up late for an interview.
7.Never stand your date up.
8.Never tell your boss off before quitting. It could come back to haunt you.
9.Never walk by an open window in your home naked.
10.Never let your gas tank get down to empty.
11.Never swear or yell at your in-laws.
12.Never fix a friend up with somebody you don’t like.
13.Never call your spouse names.
14.Never belittle your child.
15.Never compare your children to each other.

Should not have listened to a Great War piece before electo-trimming the bushes. As I cut, swaying destructively back and forth, with great cutting power, and such ease, I'm reminded of two things in the broadcast. How almost a third of soldiers had continuously to be hounded by their subalterns and officers to actually SHOOT at the advancing enemy. And of how thousands were torn apart and cut to pieces, only to lie dying, in piles upon each other, in hopeless agony, sometimes merely getting within meters and grenade range, of the machine gun nest.
The research on PTSD advances. It's now much more inclusive as to diagnoses. Oddly, merely these thoughts place me in a place of intense survivor guilt. And sadness.

Mom, I think, and six kits. Walking with Bravo this AM, I noticed what looked like a large hare upright on hind legs, near brush and high grass in a neighbor's yard. Of course, useless hunter dog took his good time before he saw anything.
Walking further, I saw it was a red fox, and nearby were six kits, romping about. Mom was on guard and staring right at us, defiantly, and by this time, Bravo was tugging to be on the chase. Of course, I didn't let him, and just then another neighbor stopped by on the way to the first neighbor's house, for morning tea, and to watch the antics together through the windows. Old lady friendship stuff.
Now, from time to time, even in this partially rural small urban town, we see critters galore. Moose and deer have walked through the back 40 here, as have foxes, and many others. While the red tailed hawks, ospreys and bald eagles circle-hunt from above. Smaller birds chase the larger crows away, apparently after a raid on the nest. And we often see new families of voles, moles, mice and chipmunks, not to mention the grey and red squirrels about. The last are particularly dangerous, even deadly at times. When they get into an attic, they chew and short out the romex, setting off a fatal house fire. Can't make this stuff up, folks.
So I enthusiastically called the ex next door to inform her. She has often had to shoe away adult foxes, while her two cats, Miss Angel and Miss Lilly, now sadly gone, were outside, hunting on their own. The reception was one of interest, but not without criticism. "Sure, they are cute, but will soon be hunting cats and small dogs". "And of all people, YOU should know that they are a reservoir of rabies"
Now, while we were an item, I would have countered, perhaps with a few choice words of my own. After all, I've written here how, in these urban settings, for a variety of reasons, cats are best kept indoors. Farm felines are a different matter.
But I pride myself on not being drawn into a fray, with great potential for escalation, and never a clear victor, as many here will know. And, I just hope it all carries over to the next intimate relationship. Can old dogs really ever learn new tricks?
Woof woof.

Hey, GG. I've also been here for a while, since almost as long as the good Lord made dirt. And as many know, I can have sharp typing fingers. Threatened one time by a drunken immigrant Swiss female, "I'd like to put a hot poker up your arse." And by one Ozoid male, who likely misunderstood things, and said "I'll break both of your arms and legs". Could have heard many more such things.
Placing both in context, the first involved alcohol, so nuff said. The second may have been similar, and when I discussed it with an elite soldier, a family member, who understands conflict at many levels, he said, not to worry at all. "Is he living next door or 10,000 Km away? Was the physical threat impossible to complete, anatomically? And several other such questions. He then said, "Bar tenders hear these things around closing time, when the frustrations of another lonely night, and a lonely morning hangover beckon. Fear and envy, rather than any real threat." Nuff said.
This is a well designed site, and provides different things to many. But for me, the many ancillary features here, such as blogs, help fulfill the basic roles of searching for committed companionship, and of course entertainment. As such, we all reveal ourselves, often in boast, and anger, in various manners. In my own way, I try to inform, to correct the incorrect, and to show off a bit. And the feedback helps in my choice of a next gig. Even the feedback of the lower class folks has it's place. Often devoid of real argument, and tending toward vulgarity and ad hominem comments on physical characteristics of others, all can teach us all. For me, the lessons are on better writing. Or even tolerably decent writing. Or stopping crappy writing. But in our search for mates, character comes across quite clearly. I'm a fat little illiterate Vierk Gnome, don't you know, among other kind/revealing epithets? Sort of has grown on me.
The cyberscritinizers here seem to get it, rarely tossing away the keys to CS jail for too long. Sure, perhaps more work could be done with the high percentage of scammers. But even here, the opportunity to learn is appreciated.
So welcome back. If that's what the blog means. And disallowing comments teaches us all a bundle as well. As does never blogging itself. Can't imagine ever doing so. Just often pay things a good deal of tactical ignoring.

It wouldn't take much time and money to create your very own platform for microblogging social network site. You'll need to create and register your site name, hire an internet service provider (ISP) to host the site. If you cannot find 'canned software' you would need to pay a programmer to write the code. I've seen a few personal sites where people publish their information of writings, usually in the form of travel blogs with photos. This is all 'small scale' that would be under the radar (so to speak) of any FCC regulations.

To do this on a large scale with revenue from showing advertisements would probably require a legal team to be sure it conforms to some guidelines (that I have no knowledge of) especially when you have members who can post things (messages) to your site. Basically, I'm describing some look-a-like to Twitter. My guess if you come remotely similar to Twitter, you'll soon have their legal team contacting your legal team demanding you dismantle your site.

But, let's say you're different enough to be Twits on Twitter or What-an-ugly-face-on-that-book site and all your friends tell their friends who post the URL on some well known social media site(s) and within a few weeks, it's the clamor of the country.
Like Yowza... thousands are listening to your every word and you suddenly become the gospel for all good things in life!

All it takes is some money and time and a profile big enough to make it happen.
Checklist for success:
[ ] Money - as in unlimited cash flow to get started.
[ ] Time - you've go to know the right people to quickly get the job done.
[ ] Popular - you've got to be a household 'somebody' so your idea catches on.

I realize my outline is basic, but the concept isn't too far-fetched to become a reality for the right people or person.

Who knows, maybe a bookstore like Barns & Noble already sells books on Microblogging For Dummies...

Twenty four and he believes for
Sure he's got it made
Fame is here for good and
Looks will never fade
He doesn't know
The game is never over 'till
The cards have all been played

Eighty three and still he feels
His best is yet to come
He believes that youth is
Wasted on the young
He's alone
The only dream he ever has
Is being with someone


Love you when your standing tall
But nobody knows you when your falling
All you have to do is call
But nobody ever hears the silent scream

Christmas came and went again
But still nobody came
Staring at her wedding photo in a frame
She's alone
We should hope the loss of memory
Helps to ease the pain


Memories, moments you recall
We should be remembered for the
Greatest of them all
You can't begin to live someone
Else's life
Or you're own will pass you by

Oh, who's to know
Maybe we can learn a thing or
Two from everyone

Time to set up your water bucket trap. If you're not familiar with the process I'll be happy to explain it.

To those who are affected... Happy Valentine's Day!
To those who aren't affected... Happy Valentine's Day!

According to Wiki:
Valentine's Day aka Saint Valentine's Day is celebrated February 14.
Originated as a Christian feast day honoring a martyr named Valentine and through later folk traditions, it has also become a significant cultural, religious and commercial celebration of romance and love in many regions of the world.

So go out and spend $100 $200 on dinner and roses to show her your love!

There's talk that a second round of coronavirus stimulus check could be in the mail.
There's also talk (from the president) about fraud for mail-in voting
There's also talk of shutting down the post office.

Logically speaking, and all things considered... if your check is in the mail, there is a good chance it won't make it to you.