Posted on 06/28/2010 12:43:57 PM PDT by 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!!!
I’ve given up trying to fix my phone. Later, when the store opens, I’ll go to Verizon and get another one. Maybe I’ll get a real one this time, with an actual phone bill and stuff. I’m not supposed to go back overseas until next year..
Also I’m looking for an apartment in Bellingham, as we’re supposed to spend the next couple months in drydock there. I may actually just rent a room. There are quite a few ads there for people renting out a bedroom and study, or similar. Much cheaper than a whole apartment. The only issue is that most of them are geared toward college students, not someone passing through for a couple months and then leaving again.
I’ve ingested a great deal of cat fur in my life. Hasn’t hurt me, as far as I can tell...
The truth of that can be gauged by the size and frequency of the furballs.
The late Agnes used to sit in the middle of the coffee table, when we had one. She started it when we lived in an apartment that flooded; the carpet was always soggy when it rained.
I had some, but I gave them to Bob.
College students often move out when they don’t pass their courses! You might find a landlord who would take a monthly renter, especially if you promised not to have people in.
I had the same phone for 4 years and nothing happened to it. Except it got outdated or something, and your dad said I had to get a new one.
I’ll figure something out. I just don’t want to live on the boat during that time, as it would be similar to trying to sleep in a construction site.
Someone knocked my phone out of my hand and down a few flights of stairs. It still opens and you can use it as a clock, but the buttons won’t work. But I only spent ten bucks on it anyway, so I don’t care.
Oh. That kind of thing doesn't happen to me.
Maybe if you talked to girls on the other vessels ported there, you might be able to work out a time-share. If you were *usually* not in port at the same time, you could share costs but have a private room mostly.
You're thinking that would be a good idea, aren't you?
Well, I’m thinking as a potential renter. If you’re not going to use the place for weeks or months at a time, you don’t want to pay rent on vacant space. However, if you and another person, not on the same boat, go shares on an apartment, it will have more occupied time at half the rent to each person. And if you’re not both always there, you can have a smaller place than if you were.
As a landlord, you don’t want a tenant who’s coming and going, unless they pay the rent whether they’re there or not!
Facilitating this sort of semi-roommate-hood seems like a potential business opportunity for someone near a seaport!
Look, let her find a place on her own terms, and don't tell anyone where it is!
You’re a bad influence, Bob. Oy vey back atcha!
Of course, if she *wants* to waste rent and utility money on a pied-a-terre while she’s at sea, I’m not going to stop her (because I can’t). Most leases have a military escape clause, so if you sign one, you can get out of it if you get an A-school appointment or a transfer to another post. We were only in the flooding-place in Oklahoma City for 4 months.
Thank ye, ma'am. I do try.
I find it easy to consider the worst-case scenario. I just picture all of her mates deciding to surprise her by "dropping in".
I picture that, too. With electric guitars. (Landlord's nightmare.) And illegal adult beverages, since she's still only 19.
..hmm.
I’m okay with that.
Washington is wierd. You can pick out libs as they walk by from their body language and the patterns of the lines around their mouths. I just spent an hour watching them.
Libs are unhappy people, especially in Washington’s climate.
I manage to be perfectly happy in this climate. Except, on occasion, for a burst of historically-related melancholy. But that can be solved by either a stiff drink, if I can get away with it, or a large cigar.
I certainly don’t walk around with a strained look on my face, hunched over slightly and speaking in a Bossy Concerned Elementary-school Librarian Voice. To everyone. So annoying.
Well, yes. I stand up straight and smile broadly, myself, in public, even if I’m in a snit.
When I was a girl, elementary-school (and junior-high) librarians were allies, because they loved books, instead of the crap you were doing in class.
I mostly try to look normal and not wierd or shifty. I succeed, if I cover up my tattoo, and don’t wear any headgear or earrings, and don’t meet anyone’s eyes.
Today, of course, it’s cold and windy and I’m wearing long sleeves anyway.
There go some more. These are lesbians, but in their 40’s. I thought people that were liberal lesbians in college were supposed to grow out of it.
Maybe they became lesbians later in life.
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