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Rather mild complaint by comparison.

Why can't people learn to make paragraphs on here? It's about as difficult as blowing your nose!

How in the world does a person average 50+ posts a day?

One word or one sentence posts is my only guess.

Trying for my 50.

Preciesely when I desperately need a distraction to fall asleep I get nada. Strange the timing of this.

Eeeeeeeeek did he enjoy the head and the tail?

 

My cat years ago only ate the head and left the rest...........!

My little bugger leaves the hind end usually, but this time it was just the head.

I wish the cat would clean up after itself........ but still one less mouse

I hate mice, with a burning passion! Found one in my kitchen tonight, didn't end well for one of us.

Holy wow! A Great group of people I am associated with won a victory so unexpected that I still can't process it all.

Also I seem to put my foot in it when I am trying to be thankful.

Curse my procrastination!

Really wanted to answer a post asking about 30 something men's ability to attract a mate this way:

Money or look like some stinking heart-throb. If you're anything but rich and clooney like you are screwed. Unless you like the crazy dog lady type.

Yeah I'm pretty negative today.

I really need to stop thinking, makes it hard to just go with things and let them flow naturally.

No, their purpose is to be driving off road. Driving through rough terrain, mud etc that your sedan wouldn't be able to do. There is no situation in suburbia that will require a massive off road troop carrier.

 

Only a person who has never actually used them for their actual purpose would say that.

Wait a minute, you mean all of those back roads I've been using my sedan on for years is wrong? Haha

I get your gist though, but it's a reflection of society. People feel the absolute obligation to go about their routine, a few feet of snow or a light rain be hanged. So People migrate to the most stable platform advertised.

Wow, I think I've seen a truly empty vessel of a human being.

I shouldn't let people poo-pooing my ideas or not fully understanding them annoy me, but so help me I can't help but feel a bit angered by a friend dismissing my idea without fully understanding it.

Sometimes it seems that I prefer to wallow in misery than climb the heights of self accomplishment. I wonder what I actually want at times like this, and I have no answer.

Australia Day tomorrow.

 

Never been into it, really. Australia has some pretty cool, unique things about it, though.

Happy Aussie Day then, and great parody song. Even though I'm a Yank I am happy to say I've participated in some of the AnZaC Day memorials for the 100th anniversary with some ExPats, thanks for sharing this.

With all this snow falling where I am, it makes me wish I had kids to build snow forts and go sledding with. Heck I may just go ahead and build a snow fort any way.

I really need to buy a punching bag, work out and get my anger out too.

I truly get sentimental over the Song Sweet Genevieve and Annie Laury; and slightly intoxicated.

Criminey, free help doesn't mean good or helpful necessarily! I want to be appreciative, but sometimes it's just over the top nit picky junk that makes me want to slam my head into a wall until I loose consciousness.

Speaking of I am terrified I am actively getting dumber by the day; as over the last few years I have developed a bit of a situational speech impediment, that seems to be spreading to more regular conversations.

Am I the only one who thinks Miley Cyrus looks like Jeff Dunham's puppet "Peanut"?

I am glad I'm not the only one. Granted I could stand Peanut twerking a little more.

I really wish a novel I just finished either had a sequel or went on for another chapter. Satisfying, but I was loath to stop reading it. Funny as it was a rather simple book, not my usual type.

Ugh, so now that I may go to my first New Years Eve Party in years I find I will likely be working that day, which given the scope will be 12-13 hours. Then have to drive 1.5 hours to the party. Too many variables outside my control on this, and I all wanted was to spend time with friends. Haha, best laid plans.

Me! Well more just feeling sluggish,tired a lot lately, and lots of pains too; not sure if it's all physical or some psychological added in to spice things up.

Just did a little stream of conscious writing, and wound up with this.

The rain came cascading like a sea of grass in a heavy wind, undulating as it pounded the lone figure walking against the rancorous storm. The shape walked slowly and without purpose, shuffling as if lost in thought with head and hat bowed against the zephyrs that soaked every inch. He passed under the flickering almost nauseating fluorescent glow of the street lights, much like a wild animal on the hunt is seen flitting among trees. A hand was shoved deep into a pocket fondling something of great interest; so much that he was oblivious to those whom he passed. Those whose hue and cry would be deafening to one not so lost in himself, so far lost that one would expect that he could be only imagining this night in his own head.

However the crack of thunder and the rumble that shook organs of the most stead fast individual disproved that in the man’s mind; but his stride remained un-changed. A dim store front, with it’s wares crowding into the small panes in a dizzying array of intrigue halted the distracted man in mid step. He sloughed off what the lazy observer would think were buckets of cloud discharge, the little metal awning pinged with the occasional hail stone as the storm vied for his attention. He reached a soaked and waterlogged hand toward the door knob, it groaned softly as he pushed it in to the tinny chime’s distaste. The proprietor looked up with a vague smile tinged with the suspicion of many long days behind the stained and warped counter. They nodded as the man dripped his way down the cramped aisles, that had a dull illumination to guide his weary eyes; which searched until they became fixated on the one thing he cocked his head to the right for. After a few long moments of running through the labyrinth of old memories, he took that object from the cool shelf and made his way back to the mousy haired lady.

Her hands trembled from the many long hours of toil they had spent in anticipation of some small reward. Her slumped shoulders worked feverishly as they exchanged currency for the now bagged item. Her expression never changed nor did she look more than lightly at the man; their conversation was light social fluff that most primates would make with self concerned grunts.

The storm angered by his lack of attention, began to fling hail stones the size of peas as he emerged from the store. With collar turned up he once again pressed on regardless of the fury that the scorned storm threw at him, the accusations whipped accross his face with every gust biting to the bone with every step.

Time faded with the final keens of the storm, the man flowed a bit more quickly down the street his mind suddenly resolute and his feet determined. He began looking at the small and festively lit windows that were the bridge between he and the warm denizens. His eyes fixated upon a lightly colored door, one that had become almost his door, he wrung the last bit of moisture from his hair before placing the broad brimmed protector back upon his head.

The simple concrete slab that served as a step was grey and cold, he fished the treasured and protected object from his coat pocket and laid it beside the small bundle from the store. He squared his damp shoulders, raised a hand forming a fist; he then stopped himself. Closing his eyes he became lost, sighed and turned to retrace his steps; not turning to see the explosion of light behind him or the sorrowful expression of she that held the door wide. His shoulders hunched as he slinked back, lost in a different storm but one who’s lightening had struck hardest. So a drift was he that he did not feel the arm slip into his and the soft and choked words whisper yes.

My grandpa was 19 when he landed with the 6th Marines on Okinawa. He never talked about it. He was wounded in the leg. I now have his bayonet and Army Corps of Engineers Compass.

I always appreciate those who went through that hell on earth, especially Okinawa with my family history there too.

Make sure that bayonet, compass, and any other items you may have gotten (papers and photos can be the coolest things) are displayed.

I've switched gear from Remmarque in mid book to "A Year at the Movies: One Man's Filmgoing Odyssey" by Kevin Murphy. It's an interesting delving into the world of flim from the consumer side; plus he's a MST3K Alum so there is quite a bit of wit.