What my plan was when I created the ZOT

(and how I ended up) ^ | June 28, 2010 | Lord Dagon

[DagonofAlbion]

I deposit the Risk into the account of a dummy finance company for management, called the republican party.

Then, I deposit the damage into the account of a dummy corporation for control, called the democratic party.

I leave all the bible belt religions as spoilers, or third parties; putting them down as department store chains. To stave off the profit into the mints money burning facility, to insure that the money is worthless in terms of pragmatic value, and is only practical believed values.

And the Black market is pimped as bad but, even losing even your kindeys in a hotel bathtub on a drunk, is a value laundering scheme...

Thank you all for your input and participation!!!

[Tax-chick]

Why wouldn’t we trust you, Bob?

[NicknamedBob]

"Why wouldn’t we trust you, Bob?"

Hypothetically speaking, of course, experience. Which none of you have. I'm covered.

Trust me.

[Monkey Face]

Danke.
I held out until almost 8:00 PM and FINALLY slept. Until 3:50 when the phone rang - wrong number. *sigh*

When it got light outside, I headed out to the truck and began to take the old part off the truck; I need a metric socket to take off the last bolt.

A little later, when folks begin to wake up, I’ll see if I can find someone here who has one the right size. Otherwise, I’ll have to wait until I can borrow a car and head for the nearest auto parts store. It should only take me 10-15 minutes to finish the job.

[Monkey Face]

I’ve done that!

[Monkey Face]

I'm covered...

Yes, but with what?

[sionnsar]

1957 was< a good year -- most of it.

Got a little messed up later in the year with that Спутник thing.

[sionnsar]

Good luck!

[sionnsar]

1968.

[Monkey Face]

Dead. Mechanic laid up. It will be a week before he can some and listen to it. I finally just broke down and cried. Again.

[sionnsar]

Oh, no! I am so sorry...

[ThomasThomas]

I remember 1968, we moved from a small town in Washington to Alameda Ca when my dad became a Navy chaplain. Lived on base and was bussed to school in a dull gray navy bus. We had a marine for a bus driver and he was armed. They were war protest at the base sometimes. Then there was the lettuces boycott and Cesar Chavez. I didn’t think the school thought out there fire drills very well. We were sent to the front of the school in the parking lot. Even just as a 2nd grader I knew if there was a real fire we would all be run over by fire engines. My dad got a 1968 Caprice Estate Station Wagon with a 396 engine. It was the end of the year and they sold us the demo car with all the gadgets at a really good discount. I had never seen a 8-track before. We also got are first color TV. A lot different than Port Townsend. The biggest headline I remember was when they opened a Safeway grocery store. They put pictures of the fancy doors that open themselves on the front page of the local paper.

[Monkey Face]

Fanks.
Have you started reading the book?

[sionnsar]

Not yet. It's queued up behind the one I'm reading now.

It's funny -- in Albuquerque there were no bookstores near downtown with the exception of a used book store. So I picked up an SF novel there that turned out to have been published in 1993 but... which was signed by the author!

Just spent a few hours gong through last weekend's reunion photos. Uploading them now so they can be shared with the rest of the class.

But my throat's beginning to hurt again...

[sionnsar]

Grey, cool drippy day here. Lovely.

[Monkey Face]

*sigh*

I would love to be where the red fern grows.
Barring that, I’ll be who and what I can be for the duration.

[sionnsar]

I would love to be where the red fern grows.
Barring that, I’ll be who and what I can be for the duration.

I had to look that up. What a story.

[NicknamedBob]

"Dead. Mechanic laid up. It will be a week before he can some and listen to it."

I am not satisfied with this result. Not satisfied at all.

I have had hours to consider how to respond to your post and I will stand by exactly what I said.

I would not choose to live where Sionnsar lives, so I understand you wouldn't be comfortable with our humidity either, but darn it, do you have to be so far away?

[Darksheare]

Ah, that’s why they say “the dusty lanes of foggy memory” then.

[Monkey Face]

Bob:

I am where I am. My hands are ready to fix what ails my truck. My truck, however, is not complying.

[NicknamedBob]

I guess we need more diagnosis.

I’m confused; is this a diesel engine? I’m not familiar with an “igniter” in a gas engine.