Posted on 07/31/2015 11:49:41 AM PDT by Slings and Arrows
It’s simple: If they don’t have crumpets, I won’t shop there! LOL!
“I use their envelope to mail their stuff back to them...”
You’re kind. I’ve run across a few who use clear packing tape to affix the return postage panel to more substantial things wrapped in brown paper: bricks, engine parts, old phone books... I guess it’s a great way to clear out some otherwise-useless junk.
I take my useless stuff to the community room, and sure enough, someone will take it!
How are things going with you these days? Is FIL still acting the fool?
And Mrs HK, is she still liking being back to work?
Now, for the REAL reason I came buy this morning.
If the name “Feynman” means anything to you, you will certainly wish to dive headlong into the link, below, for it will take you to the online publication of “The Feynman Lectures on Physics”; available for your mind-bending pleasure only online, but in the entirety of its full three almost-overwhelming volumes.
Indulge!
http://www.feynmanlectures.caltech.edu/index.html
I need to sweep the kitchen. My family members are slobs!
Life is NUTZ! We set a spending record in October on our house, which we rent out. MAJOR, unplanned work stemming from problems unreported by the tenants who had just left spurred us to hold the house off-market for the full month. And, since that was the situation, we laid down a new roof, and fully patched and painted the interior. We’ve bumped the rent to $2500 and have new tenants signing paperwork tonight.
FIL is STILL being cantankerous, but it’s his female confidante who’s acting the fool: she’s begun trying to dig up dirt on other family members. The Sword of Damocles shall feast once more.
And the Mrs. — well she was given the opportunity to apply directly for the job she’s been filling as a contractor. Her boss came in the other day and said that, regrettably, the company couldn’t take her on at her current pay rate.
He said she’d have to settle for $15,000 MORE.
So, meat’s back on the menu at the H&K Ranch!
Now I MUST strap on my jetpack and blast out of here; I’ve a meeting at 9am and have to finish getting ready.
Oh, and this wet, clear, tasteless liquid fell from the sky nearly all day, yesterday. Have you any familiarity with the phenomenon?
While in college I dated a young lady whose precious was an British Racing Green MG Midget.
Based on folding myself into it, I came to the conclusion that one purchased that particular model - the Midget - in sizes much like a mens' suit. I imagined Nigel or Beatrix stepping into the Morris Garages dealership and selecting a 36 regular or a 32 short Midget off the rack.
I also assumed that the Midget was not manufactured in any sizes larger than a 38, and that you were out of luck if you needed, say, a 36 long. Your choices in a 36 were simply regular and short.
Good morning!
We went against it because it is impossible we would be out there in a good year more than 6 times.
We are going to Vegas in a couple of months and it will have been a year.
Welp. The news is not good. Scones, Digestives, shortbread, marmalade, but no crumpets.
Now, I am sad.
:o[
I intended to post to you this morning, but I procrastinated.
I found a July 2013 letter from Bill (or William, as he signed it) this morning. In part:
"Our style as a band basically recalls old folk rock and more recent breeds of indie-rock and even some early 00's emo/post-punk. . . . [O]nce we get some material recorded and start playing shows we'll actually be able to take this whole band thing somewhere."
I had the dream of taking my whole band thing somewhere back in the seventies. I hope Bill has been more successful with that than I was.
I love it when I'm able to be back on FR and read little snippets of the UD, but it's so hard for me to keep up because I've missed most of ten months. I'll be back as regularly as and if my health permits it.
Maybe the fat content has them listed as a weapon of dietary destruction.
LoL, that’s funny. :)
*A size 42 ,A3 ,please....*. :)
If it cost ME stamps it wouldn't happen.
However, all these credit card companies, that pesky association of liberal retired people, the invest-in-this-now trolls, the phony vet-police-handicapped pigeon scams always seem obliging by furnishing one of those great little Business Reply Mail envelopes with that notice "Postage will be paid by addressee" splattered across the front..
Since they want mail so badly that they are willing to pay to get it, I cheerfully oblige. I wouldn't want them to fall into depression and off themselves..
Or would I?
I dunno, but how can one have an English Tea Shoppe and not sell crumpets with the tea? Disappointment!
My goodness! I guess you could say that your life is anything but dull! LOL!
I feel bad about the confidante and her wickedness, but I don’t know what to do to counteract it. I will just keep you all in my prayers.
I will do that. Perhaps they will get the hint. ;o]
They never give up. Persistent pestering is one of their trademarks..
If you're talking about the same one I'm thinking of, they like to snag folks the minute they are 50
It is a unsubstantiated rumor that they coat their materials with a secret potion that, once touched or even merely viewed causes accelerated aging. I am of the opinion that this could be true. I for instance went a half century in relatively good health. Then those things from that association of retired liberals started coming in the mail and now a mere 15ish years later my body is decrepitizing at a rate that indicates it will not continue to function for another half century. I'm sure that indicates a causal relationship... ;-)
I am uncertain whether it is a good idea or a bad one to leave your identification on the paperwork.
Most things get returned to the originator sans such identification information. After all, who knows if some criminal could intercept that reply envelope on its path back to the pesky credit card company and take the paperwork (if the identification were intact) and file for a bazillion creditcards in my name.. In that example for instance, the mailing typically has my name/address on the top third, and some sort of application form on the bottom third with a boilerplate blurb in the middle. I return their boilerplate to them along with their original envelope (folded to fit of course) and that disclosure thingie that tells you that the interest will be 0% until next year and then 50% thereafter and forever.
You're kind.
Not really. Just less ambitious than I was before I was exposed to the secret potion on those UURP, er whomever they are, envelopes.. ;-)
use clear packing tape to affix the return postage panel to more substantial things..
Back before my ambition was sapped by exposure to the secret potion on those UURP, er whomever they are, envelopes, I practiced inventive disposal tactics of that sort. You know if you really set your mind at being annoying to the recipient you can find all kinds of time to waste in those creative endeavors. When you take a hunk of 1/4" steel diamondplate salvaged from the floor of an old freight elevator, torch it down to almost envelope size, grind off the blobs remaining from the torching process, tape the front of the business reply envelope to the 'front' of the steel slab and the back of the envelope to the 'back', then drop it in the friendly corner mail receptacle, it makes a pleasing clangthunk when it reaches the metal bottom of said receptacle..
Not to mention it provided an afternoon of diversion from doing whatever it was we were supposed to be doing at the time.
Who will get it?
Who will get it?
The suspense is killing me.
William’s band has not gone anywhere. However, he has a job, is doing extremely well in college, and is now talking about graduate school.
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