Posted on 07/31/2015 11:49:41 AM PDT by Slings and Arrows
You couldn’t phone and ask for directions from where you’d arrived to where you were going?
Nice to have some new writing implements!
Grok is a Heinleinism, as in, coined by that dirty old man Robert A. Heinlein in the novel “Stranger in a Strange Land.” In Martian it literally meant ‘drink’ but it was used more in a way of thoroughly understanding something - even to the point where it became a part of you.
It just better not be a Taylor Swift song.
I would never have made it in time, anyway, and the number wasn’t on my phone. My bad.
It was an adventure I’m not likely to forget...They will call me if they have a cancellation sooner.
Ah. I know what a Heinleinism is. I mean, I know of the man and I’m familiar with some of his work, though a lot of it was way beyond anything my poor little brain could fathom.
But thanks for the explanation. <3
Well. I’ve been called “Sir,” twice today, and I really hate the fact that I’m so tall and prefer to wear slacks. Never mind that my hair is shoulder length... Or that I have a natural sway to my hips... Or even LUMPS on my chest. There is always someone who ignores the obvious.
That’s depressing.
I’m going to have to talk to Charlie, and ask him to meet me at 0930 in the morning, because I get so OD’d on my LOUD next door neighbor. I know she doesn’t realize how loud she really is, but her voice dominates the conversations and my ears get so very tired. I’m sure it’s CFIDS at work, but sometimes, I just want to talk to Charlie and no one else.
And sometimes, I don’t want to hear the petty BS that folks can change if they really wanted to.
Folks always show up around 1000 to “wait for the mail,” and that’s OK, but some folks are just not as considerate of others as one or two of us are. And with CFIDS, I have a tough time dealing with it.
And just now, I had the thought at one of my neighbors is going to die soon, and I don’t want to even think about that. She was never one of my favorite people, but she never deliberately hurt anyone.
Do any of your kids know what OG means? A greeting of some kind and not necessarily in a text message. Inquiring minds want to know.
Maybe it means, “Oh, gee!”
Is somebody going to be removed from history if the answer doesn’t come up to the required standard ?
I thought that, but I was told by the inquirer that she would ask “someone younger.”
My bad for being born too soon...
Probably me, Moosie...
Elen didn’t know. Maybe Sally does, but she’s hiding somewhere with the telephone.
(((Hug)))
G’ night. :)
It’s probably too late now. I’m sure I’m something akin to the Plague in this person’s estimation, but that’s OK. I’m not being paid to Know It All.
I want something good to eat for supper, but I don’t know what it will be. If I can’t find it in my freezer, it probably doesn’t exist.
However, an Arby’s Medium sounds VERY GOOD!
Maybe.
I’ll be leaving soon, because my bed is calling. Maybe the morrow will bring me something better to dwell on besides my arthritic bones.
Thanks! That makes me feel MUCH better! Sleep well, Moosie!
I had some chicken.
I’m hungry for something really good and protieny and with a glass of Cardboardeaux.
(Translation: Baked potato, ribeye and Moselle)
Heck, I’m hungry for that, and I just ate!
Yah, see? I NEED that!
Umm..
It has to be at least a half century since I read that...
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