Posted on 01/01/2012 8:10:22 AM PST by Gen.Blather
I met some illegal Mexicans last night at a party. Several years ago I stayed with a couple of wonderful Mexican families in the Baja below California. These were well-off people. The homes, on average were beautifully tiled and some of them had mahogany inlaid walls, bookshelves and cabinetry that would cost a hundred-thousand dollars here. So, I’m guessing if they aren’t rich they’re very comfortable. The elderly not as well-off grandfather, while living in Mexico was receiving Social Security from the United States and owned a rent-free apartment in California which he used as his address to receive several forms of assistance checks from Californian agencies. He visited the apartment once a week to re-arrange things and make it looked lived in. He had a car, a Toyota Corolla that looked quite nice and had working air-conditioning. I gathered it was supplied as some form of assistance and he generally left it in California at the apartment. The apartment was about 1100 square feet and very livable. The grandfather told me most of entire complex, easily a 1000 units, were like him, on Californian assistance, but actually living in Mexico.
At the party were a couple of teenage boys from this family. Very nice kids. I’d be proud to have them as my own; diligent, hard working, trouble-free and much more adult than you’d expect from that age. They told me that they’d decided to go to high school in California instead of Mexico. They said that the (California) government gave them an apartment and they travel back to Mexico on the weekends. (I don’t know if they’re staying alone or if a family member is staying with them, but if I had to guess, they came alone.)
When I posted information on this family last time, Freepers angrily asked why I hadn’t reported them. Firstly, I was a well-treated guest. Secondly, this must be obvious to the casual observer. Even if I knew who to report it to in California, which I don’t, it is obvious that this is how it’s done. These people are only taking advantage of “benefits” put there for them. Not to avail themselves of these benefits would be like deciding not to take candy freely offered to you.
Hey! What are all those blue things in the pic?
We are a haven of very odd sorts.
The only people in uniform are crew members on duty. These include pilot/operators of the Gas-Cooled Nuclear Reactor/Rocket Engines (Shuttles), that occasionally adjust us in our orbit, (a four-year orbit in the thick of athe Asteroid Belt); and ...
Hull Maintenance, the people responsible for repairing meteorite penetrations of our transparent canopies. The "glass" for these is actually made of Aluminum Oxy-Nitride (AlON), in furnaces made for the purpose below the Castle grounds. (Hazardous territory, by the way.)
These Habitats are generally self-sustaining, getting a liberal dose of sunshine through a very large reflecting, (and rotating), mirror assembly, which gives us a synthetic twenty-four hour day.
Each Habitat is on its own time zone, eight hours separate in time from its neighbors. You can see why pajamas are appropriate attire everywhere, because somewhere, some folks are sleeping!
And when all it takes to go from morning to nighttime is the equivalent of an elevator ride, you're bound to see a mix of dressing styles!
*GASP*
*BOYS????*
(How could BOYS get into this nursery?)
OK. The Stig and I are off to bed. He has been singing happy things to both of you because I told him you are my favorites.
He says he knows that, and will continue to sing happy things because I said so.
Good night, Ladies. I will see you tomorrow!!!
XOXO
You should well know that I had nothing to do with it.
“Jake shall have another to assist Frank in his Diabolical feline schemes.” It must be incipient Alzheimer’s: for some reason, I thought T-c used the last diaper for Frank so she had to go to Wal Mart to get more. So Frank the baby is conspiring with Jake the cat? Are there two Franks, one human and one feline? Does T-c diaper the cats ? There seem to be a coupla blank spots in my orientation.
*kof-kof*
Good night, Bob!
“The only people in uniform are crew members on duty.” Rats. I always wanted to wear a uniform.
Sweet dreams....
Thank you.
We do try to entertain.
“We of the Undead Thread Players troupe.”
And typo delivery system extraordinaire.
Jake the cat has minions.
Ash assists with his mayhem as she gets goodies this way.
Jake once got Frank to wear his bowl of -I think it was Spaghettio’s- on his head using secret kitty to child commands.
Frank stared at Jake for a few seconds before issuing a declarative statement of “Rell BLARGG!” or similar and then putting the bowl on his head.
After that came the squeal of “RAAAAAAAH!”
Ash and Jake had fun nibbling kibble off tha kid.
Jake is responsible for much mayhem.
For a cat, he’s quite talented at commanding Frank.
“It’s safe here, honey. I promise.”
I borrowed my motto from another group. It’s “Primo non nocere.” However, I usually manage to stick my foot in it unintentionally. Some noobs have a harder time than others at connecting the dots.
Also, the other threads really don’t get a rise out of me; I just wish I had had y’all when I was still working. The UT is like an instant attitude adjustment.
It’s like a slice of heaven here!
G’night....
Hazardous territory, armed escort required beyond these doors, see director NNB or security team heads DC, DS, or HTC for access!
That sign is indeed one that is hard to ignore.
It will nag you, loudly, in a horrid voice.
And did I mention that it is mobile?
I also think it is somewhat insane.
The sign is a necessary inconvenience. We didn't deliberately include strange phenomena and characteristics in the area under the Castle when we excavated it in order to make it fly.
They just sorta came with the territory. I still think the old crater was the site of a flying saucer crash.
Scientifically, it's the only explanation that makes sense.
I ran her picture through some facial age-compositing software I 'borrowed' from the NSA. You're right about the pink and feminine part. Unruly head hair and mustache . . . no so much so.
That would be the only thing I could think of to explain much of what goes on.
Doors opening to multiple rooms.
Has to be due to some residual field from a drive device of some type.
She would have medaled in the Munich Olympics . . . but those East German women not only had mustaches, they had full goatees. The counterbalancing effect of that on the chin during the pivotal lower lip dynamics was estimated to have given them a 13' advantage during the compulsories.
I'm thinking still-functioning nano-devices, though with their programming completely scrambled.
It doesn't help us figure it out, but at least it explains the strange phenomena a little.
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