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geebsWhat's with this weather? It was actually warm (and wet and gloomy) on the ride in this morning. But when I went to pick up a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit from Junior's its all nice and sunny and comfortable. But I hear the temp's gonna plunge later today? cliffV('What's up with that?!')
Speaking of Junior's, I didn't realize they gave out cards for "get X # of breakfasts over $3.50 get the next one free". Prolly because I just used to get the biscuit, which is less than that, but the other day I got a drink with it, pushing the price over. So now, I have to get a drink when I go there rather than waste the card (which expires at the end of the year). The ridiculous thing is, i'm not actually saving any money, because I don't get breakfast samiches that often, so I'm spending when I normally don't, and the cost of the drinks would be more than the cost of the free breakfast if it were not free. What is it about those cards that make you do that?!
Oh, and there was this kinda cutie in line next to me who ordered some sort of egg meal, and being skeptical that Smash's "telling a chick what she wants at a fast food place" actually works, I was all, "Nah, you don't want a boring white omelet, I think you'd be more satisfied with a helping of some hearty golden brown sausage." Instead of slapping me for being fresh, she's all "O RLY?" and is all receptive. Agog, even! Needless to say, I'm shocked and start developing a case of the stutters. Then when she points over to the table where her hottie roomie is sitting and tells me they were looking for a guy to join them in their usual Friday morning sexcapades, the guy behind the counter hands me my biscuit, and I quickly get out of there, embarrassed. Okay, not really. She took me into the handicapped bathroom for a quickie.
So I was reading this article about how Homeland Security has been rating people travelling in and out of the country for the past few years, assigning and keeping a sort of "score" for you in their database. I guess this rating tells them the likelyhood that you're a terrorist. They base it on stuff like how you paid, your driving record, where you go to/from, number of times you've done the one way ticket thing, the meal you ordered, your seating preference, etc. Would all this really be able to give an accurate assessment of whether a person is dangerous? And even if it is, its one thing to do a scan of such things, and then red flagging it if certain factors are met, but keeping an ongoing score in some database somewhere? And you don't even get to know your score? cliffV('What's up witht that?!')
As I said, I usually pick an aisle seat. Would that be so suspicious? Top 5 reasons to pick the aisle seat:
1) Easy to get out in case you need to go to the loo or stop some terrorist trying to take over the plane.
2) You can sometimes stick your leg out into the aisle in case you need to stretch them out.
3) You have a better view of the aisle, to check out any hotties walking down said aisle.
4) You have a better view of the overhead bin, so you can keep an eye on your stuff. Or if it unlatches or something during rough flight, you'll notice it faster and thus be able to close it quickly before something falls out, possibly saving someone's life!
5) You're not cramped in like a sardine.
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clevemire's two reasons why the window seat is better:
1) Having to get up whenever the inner people need to use the bathroom or whatever is annoying.
2) You can rest your head against the plane wall and fall asleep, whereas accidentally falling asleep on someone's shoulder is very embarassing.
Both legitimate points, but that's 5 to 2 in my book! And is there anyone who'd actually prefer the middle seat?
And isn't it generalizing to think gays drive around in pastel colored VW beetles? Who says they can't drive something more butch, like a pick-up, or a muscle car? And what's with these people who go to your base, and start totally killing your dudes? Totally not cool. And what's up with tennis coaches who get hit on by both their hottie nymphet students and their students' milf-y mothers? I bet they think they're so frakkin' cool. (And I know a thing or two about being cool! Like Brian at the Bowl o Rama!) And is the mother really stealing him if she hooks up with him? I mean, its not like he'd actually go for the jailbait unless he wanted to do a stint for stach.
Song stuck in my head today: Yesterday, it was the Macgyver theme song, now its frickin' "Sweet Caroline". Good times never seem so good!
Speaking of Junior's, I didn't realize they gave out cards for "get X # of breakfasts over $3.50 get the next one free". Prolly because I just used to get the biscuit, which is less than that, but the other day I got a drink with it, pushing the price over. So now, I have to get a drink when I go there rather than waste the card (which expires at the end of the year). The ridiculous thing is, i'm not actually saving any money, because I don't get breakfast samiches that often, so I'm spending when I normally don't, and the cost of the drinks would be more than the cost of the free breakfast if it were not free. What is it about those cards that make you do that?!
Oh, and there was this kinda cutie in line next to me who ordered some sort of egg meal, and being skeptical that Smash's "telling a chick what she wants at a fast food place" actually works, I was all, "Nah, you don't want a boring white omelet, I think you'd be more satisfied with a helping of some hearty golden brown sausage." Instead of slapping me for being fresh, she's all "O RLY?" and is all receptive. Agog, even! Needless to say, I'm shocked and start developing a case of the stutters. Then when she points over to the table where her hottie roomie is sitting and tells me they were looking for a guy to join them in their usual Friday morning sexcapades, the guy behind the counter hands me my biscuit, and I quickly get out of there, embarrassed. Okay, not really. She took me into the handicapped bathroom for a quickie.
So I was reading this article about how Homeland Security has been rating people travelling in and out of the country for the past few years, assigning and keeping a sort of "score" for you in their database. I guess this rating tells them the likelyhood that you're a terrorist. They base it on stuff like how you paid, your driving record, where you go to/from, number of times you've done the one way ticket thing, the meal you ordered, your seating preference, etc. Would all this really be able to give an accurate assessment of whether a person is dangerous? And even if it is, its one thing to do a scan of such things, and then red flagging it if certain factors are met, but keeping an ongoing score in some database somewhere? And you don't even get to know your score? cliffV('What's up witht that?!')
As I said, I usually pick an aisle seat. Would that be so suspicious? Top 5 reasons to pick the aisle seat:
1) Easy to get out in case you need to go to the loo or stop some terrorist trying to take over the plane.
2) You can sometimes stick your leg out into the aisle in case you need to stretch them out.
3) You have a better view of the aisle, to check out any hotties walking down said aisle.
4) You have a better view of the overhead bin, so you can keep an eye on your stuff. Or if it unlatches or something during rough flight, you'll notice it faster and thus be able to close it quickly before something falls out, possibly saving someone's life!
5) You're not cramped in like a sardine.
clevemire's two reasons why the window seat is better:1) Having to get up whenever the inner people need to use the bathroom or whatever is annoying.
2) You can rest your head against the plane wall and fall asleep, whereas accidentally falling asleep on someone's shoulder is very embarassing.
Both legitimate points, but that's 5 to 2 in my book! And is there anyone who'd actually prefer the middle seat?
And isn't it generalizing to think gays drive around in pastel colored VW beetles? Who says they can't drive something more butch, like a pick-up, or a muscle car? And what's with these people who go to your base, and start totally killing your dudes? Totally not cool. And what's up with tennis coaches who get hit on by both their hottie nymphet students and their students' milf-y mothers? I bet they think they're so frakkin' cool. (And I know a thing or two about being cool! Like Brian at the Bowl o Rama!) And is the mother really stealing him if she hooks up with him? I mean, its not like he'd actually go for the jailbait unless he wanted to do a stint for stach.
Song stuck in my head today: Yesterday, it was the Macgyver theme song, now its frickin' "Sweet Caroline". Good times never seem so good!
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Date: 2006-12-04 03:55 am (UTC)But what we can all agree on is that the middle seat blows.