Am I the only person surprised to find out that Willie Mays, Hank Aaron and Whitey Ford are all still with us rather than playing in the Field of Dreams?
Back in the day, it was common for people to walk around carrying modesty armadilloes.
I’ll be roasting in Dallas this week, and I probably won’t be dealing with anything CIDU-related until the pop-up timer comes up through my belly button.
Not singling out B.C. here, but… Is it my imagination, or have there been a lot of “Death says ‘Relax'” gags lately? I’m pretty sure we just had two near- identical “Relax, I’m just here for your houseplants” gags.
Actually, once you’re a parent, that’s often replaced by Christmas-level anticipation.
As far as anybody knows, this is the oldest (surviving) photo of somebody “giving the finger.”
Why Charles Radbourne, standing at the far left in this team photo of the 1886 Boston Beaneaters (later the Braves), felt compelled to flip off the photographer is a matter lost to time.
Okay, so big boom and the neighborhood went dark. Once power was restored and my wife switch on her computer (Compaq PC) this afternoon, this was the screen and the computer isn’t responding to any keyboard commands. We rebooted several times, with and without various accessories attached.
Any suggestions other than “Well, the computer lived a long and full life”?
(In hindsight we should have unplugged it to eliminate any chance of a sudden power surge doing damage, but that’s not the sort of thing you think of when everything’s dark at 4am)
I am way behind on e-mail, and am likely to remain so for the remainder of the month. On top of that, as I mentioned in another thread, I just discovered that GMX has been shunting a bunch of messages directly into the Trash folder.
Not Spam. Trash.
No clue why, but I’m going to have to do some virtual dumpster-diving.
Please rest assured that no e-mails are being ignored, even if they’re not getting responses.