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@Horace said in Your mid-week musical interlude. (Hope you like drums.):

i have a follower on YouTube, so I know what it’s like to have 4 million, by a simple process of extrapolation. It’s pretty awesome.

It's my bot account. It crawls for Apple fanboi insider info so consider yourself a sufficiently informed source.

Anyway, I like how he didn't really overplay it. Sure he went nuts here and there but where appropriate; it was still the song as recognized.

He gets a lot of crap for often playing that which "would never work as a song," which is often true, but he's not playing songs in those contexts, he's making a video. When he does band stuff he plays what makes sense.

Thanks, cathy. It was a real blow, for sure.

@George-K said in It's Bunday!:

What kind of a pen do you have him in?

A folding plastic B.S. one. We got it because it's big, though, and we put a blanket over top if we need him to stay there. On the walls, though, a lot of chew toys hang, plus he's got his cups and such.

@Horace said in RIP James Earl Jones:

Genocidal mass murderer in mourning:

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Yep. Vader, too.

@Aqua-Letifer one was a big white one with red eyes, one was brown like a typical wild rabbit, and one was like your dude with lop ears. Beyond their colors and names (Alex, BunBun, and Raoul) I have no clue. They were all very sweet.

@LuFins-Dad said in They asked me to go out and get bagels.:

Pretty sure that bagel has raisins… Do not eat the raisins…

I see him more as "whole wheat marble."

I once considered suggesting to Mrs. Phibes that we could get rid of all her old books and slowly replace them with Kindle versions.

Luckily I came to my senses before opening my stupid mouth, because the alternative would have been coming to my senses in a hospital ward at some point later.

@Jolly said in New-School Parenting is Old-School Parenting:

Jobs in nursing school? Ward clerk, ER tech, ... Something in the hospital. But keep your eyes on the prize. The goal is to graduate and pass the boards.

Yeah, she's front desk right now, but they want to put her in the back as a med assistant. She's working on getting trained for that now.

She's looking around at hospitals, but if any of that falls through, her current place likes the idea she's in school and is willing to work with her schedule on it, so there are worse situations.

@Mik said in It's Bunday!:

Yours?

Nah, I wish. A local farm's.

@89th said in Hey George:

I told my daughter that this morning, she loved it. Half the time she pretends to be a leopard. She's 5.

Our daughter, also 5, is into foxes at the moment but she refuses to believe the "strangling woman" cries from the forest that wake her up at 1am are indeed foxes.

Always seems like it is the "second to market" that is successful. The first one usually has some problems or is not big enough to scale up their product.

The second one can see where the first went wrong.

(Unfortunately, I am not very innovative)

Good article, and visual. Ironically I had to stop myself as I began to scroll quickly through the article just reading the bold section headers. Doh.

My grandpa used to write us letters when I was kid. I wouldn't mind taking that in a different directions when I'm at that age and perhaps type letters using a typewriter. Not just to be weird, but the idea that every letter was intentionally pressed down and inked onto the page seems intriguing. Similar to playing a record instead of selecting an MP3 link. Intentionality might have the same functional result, but means a bit more...

@George-K said in Sunday Respite: Smaug the Magnificent:

@Doctor-Phibes said in Sunday Respite: Smaug the Magnificent:

My dad smoked one well into his 50's

So did mine, as a matter of fact. I suppose I'm talking about the self-worshipping academic types. Students and faculty.

My dad came from a very different world than I did - English public school (i.e. private boarding school), followed by Cambridge University. His parents were fairly well-to-do. He escaped it (quite possibly deliberately, it's a long story) to become a scientist in the north of England, but he never really escaped the look. Tweed sport-jacket and a vaguely bemused air. The pipe fitted him perfectly. I did receive a fair amount of teasing from my friends, but he was so genuine and well-liked an eccentric that nobody ever thought the worse of him.