Posted on 02/01/2012 3:44:24 PM PST by chrismac
It might be connected with the strange goings on around here : Our car stolen, with $4000 of damage; Our neighbour's healthy rabbit dying unexpectedly; Our neighbour's letterbox being destroyed; Curious spam emails about las vegas; The odd curious phone call; Faeces being smeared on our church Car windows smashed and things taken at church - they now have patrols as a result Breakin at church and organ damaged. Mysterious deaths of stars, such as Heath Ledger, Brittany and her husband, Michael Jackson, David Carradine, and others : http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2010/05/24/what-killed-brittanys- husband.html http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/31103217/ns/today-entertainment/t/david- carradine-found-dead-thailand-hotel/
Connect the dots if you dare, to see the truth.
> If things escalate, as they're indicating, I suggest that pamphlets explaining > Cats infiltration of public office, and their networked saboteurs, be posted by > some in every letterbox, so raising up a public backlash against the Mafia. I > can't do this, but it seems a good way to alert the public to what the Mafia > are upto. Laser printers, for each one involved in the expose, can cope > with and distribute the load. They will suddenly find themselves very > unwelcome.
Now I do *snicker*.
I *love* your family stories! Thanks for posting!
We’re our own little human behavior laboratory ;-).
Bill has requested his own laundry basket, so it doesn’t appear that a cooperative effort will emerge. (I’ll give Bill some money later, and he can stop at the Dollar Store.) Fortunately, they got the wash started early enough that they’ll have something clean and dry to wear to church, for which we leave home at noon, Eastern.
I can’t believe how tired I am this morning. Probably from all those strange dreams I had last night. *sigh*
Bill and Tom will fine a happy medium with each other. Or not.
I have to feed the baby again. At least I’ll be thin someday ...
It’s no longer practical for us to maintain our Costco membership. The closest one is two hours away, and they increased their membership fee. Besides, you feel like an endangered species when you descend into the bowels of the earth that is known as Memphis (shudder.)
There are at least three Costco stores in the valley, one of which is about 15 minutes from here through traffic.
With no membership, they don’t do my much good.
"Now I do."
Most of the moons in the Solar System are tidally locked to their primaries. Tidal friction is unremitting, and has no corresponding impetus to balance it. Inevitably, the rotation comes to a stop.
But the moons go around their primaries at different distances, so even though they keep one face toward the main planet, they still have different lengths of "day".
The revolution, of course, has nothing but vacuum to slow it down, so the moons and planets continue going around pretty much endlessly. Vive la revolución!
Currently listening to “The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress” while doing boring household tasks. Heinlein calls them Loonies. You call them Lunistas. Potayto potahto?
“Lunists” would be suspiciously like “nudists,” not that Mr. Heinlein (or a certain Brian ... ) would have minded, based on his published work.
“With no membership, they don’t do my much good.” We lived four miles from one and did our weekly shopping there. You have to be able to eat the same thing daily until it comes out of your ears to do that. I miss it, but miss very few other things at our former residence.
One of the things not missed is crazy northerly neighbor. She came over to have a conversation while Mr. SG and I were transferring the CJ8’s engine and transmission to the car hauler with a cherry picker on a decline. (They want to tip when you do that.) Not wanting to squash my husband, I said, “Uh, give us a minute, will you?” She stalked off in a huff. Still refuses to speak to us. Hadn’t thought about that until you brought up your HOA or whatever the people are who spend $400/shot on food.
Our new neighbors are *wonderful*!
“not that Mr. Heinlein (or a certain Brian ... )” You got that, too?
I wear clothes, myself, except in the shower, but I have no problem with fictional persons who don’t.
Off to do chores. BBL
I liked poat better.
The answer is 42.
I don’t recall having called people who live on the moon “Lunistas”. I called them Lunarians, after the coinage by James Hogan.
Most writers treat the moon as simply another place to live, without giving consideration to the effects of continuously living in a one-sixth gravity field, and the possible psychological effects of living there.
I would surmise that one of the first things that a serous population of lunar dwellers would do is establish a place that rotates for artificial gravity so that they can prevent bone loss and muscle atrophy, or to recover from those effects.
What they may choose to call themselves I do not know, but I suspect that Lunistas will not be on the table.
It’s a senior housing development, and as long as there is a resident council in place, they are given a grant of $400 every quarter for whatever they wish. It goes to food like pizza, monthly birthday parties with cake and ice cream, etc.
Turkeys are donated by the local grocery stores during the holidays, and periodically, there is a bakery donation by those same stores.
But the residents never go anywhere. A bus takes them on a specific route to the major stores in the area, so that it makes a loop. But that’s only twice a week. Another one comes to take them to the senior rec center, but that’s $1 each way. And if they have lunch there, it’s another $1.50.
That seems to be as much of an outing as any of them want. But I betcha I got some folks thinking....
I don’t go out of my way to make friends with most of the residents. Less hassle. They are your friend today and your enemy tomorrow. So I’m content to find things to do in my apartment or make the long walk to Walmart.
Howdy, happy Supper Bowl Sunday....................... been in the minus this week....no snow!!!!
Birds still happy............boy they let me know when they are out of peanut butter.
“Mechanically inclined—I screw everything up.” Please excuse Lunarian misquote.
I bet you need a *lot* of peanut butter when it’s that cold.
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