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Public transit certainly looks easier than driving in NYC from what I have seen on tv and films. Only been there once for Fleet Week '98 but a reserved parking spot downtown was $400/month back then from the sign I remember seeing.

 

Can anyone else picture this exact thing happening but with @meltedmetalglob and his daughter? Because I can.

(Wait until the end for the awwwws)

 

Regrettably, I've tried many times, but my offspring has too many tricks up her sleeve to fall for this kind of thing.

 

My big old cock died last night. RIP.

 

Did you get someone to give it mouth to mouth?
It might've sat up erect after a while.

 

Of what use is a rooster nowadays? You can get an electronic alarm clock to reproduce the sound of crowing at any exact time you choose.

 

I really hope you live on a farm and you're talking about your rooster, @Steam Heat.

Maybe he's not really dead, just seriously hung over.

 

I've stumbled across a mystery.

The five-light overhead fan fixture in my kitchen had been without some of its lightbulbs for some time, so I hadn't turned it on in a while. After doing some rearranging in the kitchen, I randomly switched on the overhead lights tonight, only to find that the lightbulbs had all been replaced with clear incandescent bulbs, of which I had none in my house—all but two lights in the house use CFCs, and the two exceptions are standing lamps that use differently sized bulbs. I'm trying to figure out who would have replaced them, and my only two guesses are my pet sitter and my HVAC guy, who was in the house a few months back to install a thermostat. But even with those two guesses, I'm stumped.

In any case, thanks mystery bulb person!

 

I just found out on YT that Brad Delp from the band Boston, committed suicide back in '07.
He was vocalist on one of my favorite songs, "More than a Feeling".


View: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oR4uKcvQbGQ

 

Paranormal Activity V.

 

Wow. Nothing may be freaky in the same way as waking up to a cat sleeping less than two inches from your face. And snoring like a man. While his head is on your pillow.
Stalker much?

 

The ladies in his harem would tell you that having a big ol' cock around means safety and security . . .

Ol' Chester was an awesome roo. I've had several over the years and he was by far the best at taking care of his girls and at respecting me (roosters can often be very aggressive to humans, even their owners). I live out in the woods, and there are all kinds of critters that would love a chicken dinner. When a coyote showed up on the other side of the fence, or a hawk, owl, or eagle flew over, he'd give his call and the girls would run for cover, while he stood out in the middle of the chicken yard ready to do battle. He would have fought whatever came along to the death.

One day, I came home to find that a hawk had somehow gotten into the enclosed chicken yard (there's netting over the top of the whole thing), and had become badly entangled in the netting. My roo was out there, not five feet away from the damned thing, keeping an eye on it in case it got loose and came after his girls. He was incredibly brave and absolutely fearless.

Poor ol' Chester. Rest in peace, my friend.
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I lived for many years in and around San Francisco. Without BART and the really awesome bus system, I'd have been in a world of hurt (along with a zillion other people!).