• Re: Spammers And More

    From Daryl Stout@454:1/33 to Barry Martin on Mon Nov 15 09:42:00 2021
    Barry,

    Yes, indeed. I thought I had plugged that little hole, but they
    found a way around it. It should be plugged good now. :)

    <chuckle> You did good! Trouble is, the spammers seem to always find a way. ...They do make good beta testers! <g>

    When I see a "spam message" in the message areas (at least the ones that
    I access), I put that individual's name in the twit filter. Then, nothing
    else from them shows up over here.

    That includes individuals who can't type more than 2 words in a message without going on a profanity rant. My late wife (and my late Mom) had such
    a command of the English language, that they could tell someone off, and
    not use one word of profanity.

    I remember one time we saw a story on these "sex traffickers" and "child abusers". She said "For punishment, forget about tar and feathers. Strip
    the offender nude, tie them to the ground, put them near an ant mound, and
    pour honey on certain body parts, and 'let nature take it from there'".

    Then, she added "And, I'm in a good mood"...I was slithering off into
    my hidey hole. <G> She had one cardinal rule, though:

    "Leave The Toilet Seat Down".

    I grew up with a brother...I didn't know it took women forever and a
    day to get ready, and the toilet seat had to stay down. If I forgot, she
    spit like a mad cat. Nothing more needed to be said...I knew I was guilty.

    She always had a way with words as well (she had a Bachelor's and a
    Masters Degree in Psychology), and was a whiz at word games and trivia.

    But, one day, I got sneaky after a day at work. I was coming down the
    back way from work to our apartment (about 2 miles away), so there was
    not much traffic. I was talking to her on the cellphone as I was driving,
    and when I got to the apartment, I quietly exited the car, and headed to
    the side door to "sneak in", instead of coming in the front door.

    She had been taking a shower, and it was before I had the ADT alarm
    system installed. I quietly opened and closed the back door, still
    talking to her...and was standing in the back bedroom. As she stepped
    out of the bathroom, there in all her glory <G>, she asked "Where are
    you?". I replied "Turn right".

    Upon seeing me, she growled "You big overgrown ball of fur!!". I was
    laughing by butt off...and I'm chuckling as I recall that wonderful
    memory. <BG>

    Daryl

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  • From Barry Martin@454:1/1 to Daryl Stout on Tue Nov 16 07:45:00 2021

    Hi Daryl!

    Yes, indeed. I thought I had plugged that little hole, but they
    found a way around it. It should be plugged good now. :)
    <chuckle> You did good! Trouble is, the spammers seem to always find a way. ...They do make good beta testers! <g>
    When I see a "spam message" in the message areas (at least the
    ones that I access), I put that individual's name in the twit
    filter. Then, nothing else from them shows up over here.

    That takes care of the specific name but I had the feeling Mike's
    nuisance was more than a just a single name.


    That includes individuals who can't type more than 2 words in a
    message without going on a profanity rant. My late wife (and my
    late Mom) had such a command of the English language, that they
    could tell someone off, and not use one word of profanity.

    Yes, there are ways to say things without saying or mentioning things.



    She had one cardinal rule, though:
    "Leave The Toilet Seat Down".
    I grew up with a brother...I didn't know it took women forever
    and a day to get ready, and the toilet seat had to stay down. If
    I forgot, she spit like a mad cat. Nothing more needed to be
    said...I knew I was guilty.

    My Mother sort of had that rule also, just for a slightly different
    reason: the toilet had the covers on it (tank, seat -- this was back in
    the 60's and 70's) and if the lid was left up then the 'pretty seat'
    didn't show.


    She always had a way with words as well (she had a Bachelor's
    and a Masters Degree in Psychology), and was a whiz at word games
    and trivia.

    The two work hand-in-hand: can manipulate the direction of thinking with
    the words plus psychological 'tricks'.


    But, one day, I got sneaky after a day at work. I was coming
    down the back way from work to our apartment (about 2 miles
    away), so there was not much traffic. I was talking to her on the cellphone as I was driving, and when I got to the apartment, I
    quietly exited the car, and headed to the side door to "sneak
    in", instead of coming in the front door.

    She had been taking a shower, and it was before I had the ADT
    alarm system installed. I quietly opened and closed the back
    door, still talking to her...and was standing in the back
    bedroom. As she stepped out of the bathroom, there in all her
    glory <G>, she asked "Where are you?". I replied "Turn right".

    Upon seeing me, she growled "You big overgrown ball of fur!!".
    I was laughing by butt off...and I'm chuckling as I recall that
    wonderful memory. <BG>

    I had to go back a few paragraphs: I had forgotten you were talking
    about Janice and thinking your mother!


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  • From Mike Powell@454:3/105 to BARRY MARTIN on Wed Nov 17 18:51:00 2021
    Yes, indeed. I thought I had plugged that little hole, but they
    found a way around it. It should be plugged good now. :)
    <chuckle> You did good! Trouble is, the spammers seem to always find a way. ...They do make good beta testers! <g>
    When I see a "spam message" in the message areas (at least the
    ones that I access), I put that individual's name in the twit
    filter. Then, nothing else from them shows up over here.

    That takes care of the specific name but I had the feeling Mike's
    nuisance was more than a just a single name.

    I think so but that same name showed up in other echos on other nets from
    other boards. I think someone was surfing boards with web interfaces that night.

    That includes individuals who can't type more than 2 words in a message without going on a profanity rant. My late wife (and my
    late Mom) had such a command of the English language, that they
    could tell someone off, and not use one word of profanity.

    Yes, there are ways to say things without saying or mentioning things.

    There are, but there are also some that like to push buttons. I moderate
    an echo on another network, and there are some there that I have to really
    hold back with. Luckily, some of the worst offenders are the ones who
    cannot go two words without profanity so I was able to justify twitlisting them. :)

    Mike


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  • From Daryl Stout@454:1/33 to Barry Martin on Wed Nov 17 18:08:00 2021
    Barry,

    First, sorry about the long message.

    That takes care of the specific name but I had the feeling Mike's
    nuisance was more than a just a single name.

    I've blocked IP's and hostnames, mainly from slamming the ports, or
    trying to relay spam. There is apparently a problem with folks sending
    email back to the BBS (validation issues), so it's basically just for
    use with the Telnet Email Verifier, and to send Netmail (FTN or QWK).

    Yes, there are ways to say things without saying or mentioning things.

    Cue the long [bleep tone]. :P

    My Mother sort of had that rule also, just for a slightly different reason: the toilet had the covers on it (tank, seat -- this was back in the 60's and 70's) and if the lid was left up then the 'pretty seat' didn't show.

    Well, you didn't want to be sitting on that seat if you weren't sitting
    there for the main purpose. That's why they refer to it as "the busiest seat
    in the house".

    The two work hand-in-hand: can manipulate the direction of thinking
    with the words plus psychological 'tricks'.

    She was fantastic at trivia and word games. Also, at my Dad's funeral,
    one of his sisters had been "shunned" by the family. Well, my wife was
    willing to spend time and talk with her. As for me, she said "I like a challenge". :P Just over 2 1/2 months later, 3 weeks shy of our 4th
    wedding anniversary, I lost her to a heart attack.

    I had to go back a few paragraphs: I had forgotten you were talking
    about Janice and thinking your mother!

    I never my my Mom "indecently"...but saw my wife "in all her glory". I
    may have told this before, but there were 2 instances before we "became
    an item" where "she took care of me". She also had a dachshund...although
    with the first time I met her, the bitch (the dog, not her <G>), didn't
    like me, and pooped on my shoe. It's generally a clue that if their dog
    doesn't like you, the person won't either...but this may have been more
    like "You don't mess with my Momma". :P

    The second dachshund had a part in us "becoming an item", which I'll
    detail shortly. Basically, I figured if she didn't take care of me
    beforehand, she wouldn't take care of me after we said "I do". We were
    friends for 17 1/2 years, and never thought of marriage, let alone to
    each other...but I'm getting ahead of myself in the reply. The second
    one had to be put down about a year and a half before my wife died. We
    got a new one 3 months later, but I re-homed him the day my wife died.

    1) One evening, I had gone to her place, to help her with computer
    issues. We had met on a BBS run by the computer science department at
    the local college. While the college and computer science department
    are still there, the BBS is long gone. We were also users on several
    other area BBS's...and I have a bulletin online, noting those former
    BBS's. There are only 3 left in Arkansas to my knowledge...a system
    in Mayflower (between Little Rock and Conway), another BBS here in
    Little Rock, and mine.

    Anyway, she had one of those swivel chairs with wheels, and she
    had admonished me to NOT lean back in the chair. As a type A male,
    did I listen?? Of course not!! (Let this be a lesson, guys!! <G>).

    The chair tipped over (it bit me in the back). She said, "OK,
    take off your shirt", and promptly broke out the First Aid kit,
    and began swabbing, cleaning, and banadging the wound. It was
    right above the waist, but still the lower back...so, I didn't
    to take my pants and underwear off (as you'll see, that came
    later <G>).

    A few days later, the pain got so bad, I went to the clinic where
    my PCP (at that time) was working. They said "Whoever worked on
    this wiped out any chance of infection". They gave me medication
    for the pain...but that "good deed" stuck with me all these years.

    Two days before I proposed to her, I had gone to her apartment
    to visit her...and her dachshund (this one, a male) was thrilled
    to see me. She asked if I wanted to take the weiner widget for a
    walk, and I said "Sure".

    Now, he had one of those retractable leashes...which I originally
    thought were fantastic. Basically, it let the dog go in the poop
    filled grass, and I stayed on the sidewalk. Well, as I got back, I
    had the leash in front of my groin...which nearly became a fatal
    mistake. :P

    Somehow, the leash came off his collar, retracted at full speed,
    and popped me in the groin where it hurts the most...and I fell to
    the ground. I now live in dread fear of these things...just like
    with the MagLite flashlight...when I dropped it on the second toe
    of my right foot, and fractured it the toe.

    She had gone inside the apartment, and when I didn't follow in
    behind her, she came outside, and was horrified to see my on the
    sidewalk. To make matters worse, the dachshund jumped on the area
    where I just got popped, as if to say "is something wrong??". She
    asked what happened, and I groaned "I got bit by a leash".

    She helped me get up, and help me inside (getting the dog inside
    as well). Now, I was in moderate to severe pain after just getting
    popped twice, and I thought I was in mortal danger...as males can
    bleed to death from an injury in that area. The same thing can
    happen (blood from the penis) if you're passing a kidney stone...
    been there, done that...although my mother-in-law thought "you're
    having a male period". :P

    So, I embarrasingly asked if she'd "take a look". As noted, I
    was in great pain, and "getting frisky" was the last thing on my
    mind. So, I dropped my pants and underwear before her. I thought
    she would dump me like a hot rock for "exposing myself", and asked
    her "Do you think any less of me??".

    She replied "I give you credit for your common sense. I would
    have called 911 if I had seen blood".

    I knew, RIGHT THEN, that THIS WAS THE GIRL I WAS GOING TO MARRY.
    I gave her a big hug (I was practically in tears, both of pain,
    and joy), and proposed 2 days later. We went to a local K-Mart
    that was going out of business, and got a wedding ring for $25
    (it was originally nearly $200...talk about a steal!!). For grins,
    I recently looked at the price of some of the engagement and wedding
    rings nowadays, and they're in the stratosphere!! I think of the meme
    where the guy has a washer/ring/lugnut from a car engine hose,
    and the caption says "He went to NAPA" (never mind Jared) <G>.

    When we went to get wedding invitations, the sample had the name
    of my ex-fiance' from years ago on the sample, and it was spelled
    the same way (Daryl and Pamela). I said "I think I'm going to puke",
    and Janice was laughing like crazy. :P

    Unlike Janice, who didn't care whether we ate at McDonald's or
    Olive Garden (to her, "food was food")...Pam always wanted me to
    take her to the most expensive place, always pick up the tab, and
    forsake all hobbies and everything outside of work, to spend every
    waking moment with her. Basically, she was to do all the "taking",
    and I was to do all the "giving". That type of relationship is
    doomed to failure.

    I broke off the engagement before Christmas one year...she thought
    I was a Scrooge, but I felt as if the weight of the world had been
    lifted off of my shoulders. She even accused me of "using her".
    Would you please explain to me that when you're doing all the "giving"
    that you're "using someone".

    Before announcing our engagement, both of us had gone to see our
    respective pastors for "marriage counseling", and both agreed that
    "both of you have a good head on your shoulders". Sadly, I doubt
    that many folks going into a relationship nowadays will even consider
    going through marriage counseling. It's more like the marriage counselor
    in "The Lockhorns" comic strip, with Leroy and Loretta (I don't recall
    the name of the counselor in the comic strip...I want to say his name
    was I. Pullman).

    At the time, we were going to separate churches, but as a courtesy
    to her, I went to her church throughout our marriage...even though
    the couple normally marries in the bride's church, then goes to the
    groom's church. We had told her pastor and his wife (who also had a
    dachshund), and they were thrilled...but we asked them to "keep it a
    secret" until after the church service one day.

    That morning, I had gone to my church, then drove down to hers. When
    I walked in, the preacher's wife gave me a big hug and kiss...and I'm
    sure several folks noticed, and wondered what was going on. Even though
    I had visited there before, most church folks aren't normally that affectionate with visitors. <G>

    Well, her church had a potluck every other Sunday, and as it turned
    out, the Sunday of the engagement announcement, the bridal shower, and
    the wedding day, had a potluck. Timing is everything, and they knew how
    to put out the fixins'. Some may have "the gift of gab" (as you may feel
    I am with this long message <G>), but others have the gift of cooking
    food!! The joke is now that the Baptists are so afraid of getting out of
    church late, as the Methodists are going to beat them to lunch at the
    local cafeterial!! :P

    On Engagement Day, after the service was over, the preacher asked
    "Can I get everyone's attention?? We have a very important announcement
    to make!!". Well, folks like to talk after church, and it took a bit to
    quiet them all down. The preacher then announced "We'd like to announce
    the engagement of Janice Elaine Harvey to Daryl J.D. Stout". You could
    have heard a pin drop for about 15 seconds, as everyone froze in stunned silence. The look on nearly everyone's face was like "WTH??!!". <G>

    At the bridal shower, my fiance'(sp?)(I used to think it was pronounced "finance-ee". <G>) wanted everyone there (men and women), which was fine
    with me. Besides getting all these nice gifts, everyone was to give the
    new couple-to-be advice...but no one would sign their names. These are
    the top three -- the preacher's wife, a natural blonde, is reading these:

    3) "Janice shouldn't be the only one with dish pan hands". Now, after
    having worked at Burger King for over 5 years, I was no stranger to
    doing dishes or taking out trash, never mind cleaning house.
    Unfortunately, it's hard to get the energy or strength to do so
    nowadays. Getting old is not for sissies.

    2) "Daryl, pray for the Second Coming (of The Lord). Jan, pray that it
    is soon!!".

    1) "Violets are purple. Roses are red. When Daryl is blue...Jan, head
    for the bed!!".

    The preachers wife and I turned tomato red, and I said the S expletive.
    Yet, no one else heard me, as they were laughing so hard. I was ready to
    crawl under the table. Janice said "Oh, he's turning a much brighter shade
    of pink than he normally does!!". I was never so embarrassed and mortified
    in all my life. :P

    On the wedding day, I was up all night the night before, putting together
    the "bubble things". Instead of having rice to throw, we had these deals
    where you could do "bubbles". While I'm doing this, she was asleep on the Futon. Also, getting married should scare the crap out of a guy (it did me literally, with IBS, etc.). Well, after my digestive tract stabilized, I
    got dressed in my suit, and she had her bridal outfit boxed up to change
    into after we got there.

    Time wise, the service had just ended (I was late leaving the apartment),
    and as we walked in, we were greeted with "Ah!! The Bride And Groom!!". I
    said "Well, we're NOT married YET!!". We sat down to eat, and afterwards,
    the preacher said "I guess I need to go put my marryin' clothes on"...and,
    Jan headed back to a separate room to change into her bridal outfit. The preacher than came to me, and said "Let's just go over here in the corner,
    and quietly die!!"...to which, I replied "Thank you for the confidence boost, pastor". :P

    Her Mom, Dad, and grandmother had driven up from Apopka, Florida, just outside of Orlando for the wedding. Her Dad asked me where their daughter was, and I said "She's in the back getting dressed", and he said "I thought she had coppered out!!" <G>. Afterwards, I told her that, and she said "I would've
    been dead meat had I done so!!". I did not invite my parents to the wedding,
    as they were against it. Yet, afterwards, when they saw how happy we were,
    they came around.

    So, at the wedding, I was so nervous (I had never been married before),
    that I put her engagement ring, her wedding ring, and my wedding ring, all
    on her finger. I was about to blurt out "Where the Hell is the other one??!!". The Good Lord is so Wise...the preacher calmly said "You're not supposed to
    put all the rings on her finger!!". I was still so nervous, that I nearly
    said "With this ring, I thee, bed". That would've gone over like a lead balloon...and my name would've been "mud" or something worse. :P

    But, when I sang "The Vows Go Unbroken" by the late Kenny Rogers, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Afterwards, her Dad asked if he could get
    "one last kiss". I said "She may be my wife, but first and foremost, she
    is your daughter".

    Back to the wedding, we were trying to change out of our wedding attire
    (a photo is at http://www.wx4qz.net/jan.htm), and were having some trouble doing so. Our best man knocked on the door, and asked "What are you doing
    in there??". I wish I had had my wits about me, as I would've replied
    "Playing Strip Poker -- you want to join us??!!". <BG>

    Our honeymoon was at Lake DeGray State Park in southwest Arkansas,
    northeast of Arkadelphia, about 70 miles southwest of Little Rock.
    On Scenic Highway 7, there is a seafood restaurant called "The Fish Net".
    It frankly puts Red Lobster to shame...and if you leave there hungry,
    it's your own fault. We had planned a second honeymoon for our 4th
    wedding anniversary, but she died 3 weeks before, so we never got the
    chance.

    We had also planned a train trip down to Austin, Texas...the train
    trip for me ended up being a bereavement trip to Florida to bury her
    cremains. On the way back, there was this young couple across from me
    in the Dining Car (and the loneliness bug bit me big time!). The woman
    had a T-shirt on with this overly fat dachshund...so fat, that his
    belly was to the ground. The caption noted "Dachshund On Diet. Please
    Do Not Feed". I could hear my wife saying as clear as a bell "What Was
    Your First Clue??".

    I don't know if her Dad is still alive, but her Mom died just over a
    year after my Mom died...Jan died 2 1/2 months after my Dad had died...
    her grandmother died 7 months before my wife died, and my best man died
    just over 4 months after my wife died. Then, my brother was nearly killed
    in a freak motorcycle wreck not 3 months after my wife died. Needless to
    say, that was a very difficult year, emotionally.

    Daryl

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  • From Barry Martin@454:1/1 to Mike Powell on Thu Nov 18 06:55:00 2021

    Hi Mike!

    Yes, indeed. I thought I had plugged that little hole, but they
    found a way around it. It should be plugged good now. :)
    <chuckle> You did good! Trouble is, the spammers seem to always find a way. ...They do make good beta testers! <g>
    When I see a "spam message" in the message areas (at least the
    ones that I access), I put that individual's name in the twit
    filter. Then, nothing else from them shows up over here.
    That takes care of the specific name but I had the feeling Mike's
    nuisance was more than a just a single name.
    I think so but that same name showed up in other echos on other
    nets from other boards. I think someone was surfing boards with
    web interfaces that night.

    Possibly; you were there so know the details much better than I.
    ...Wonder if they got any hits from their 'door to door' spiel?! :)


    That includes individuals who can't type more than 2 words in a message without going on a profanity rant. My late wife (and my
    late Mom) had such a command of the English language, that they
    could tell someone off, and not use one word of profanity.
    Yes, there are ways to say things without saying or mentioning things.
    There are, but there are also some that like to push buttons. I
    moderate an echo on another network, and there are some there
    that I have to really hold back with. Luckily, some of the worst offenders are the ones who cannot go two words without profanity
    so I was able to justify twitlisting them. :)

    Works for me! There are some profane words which are a little too-
    commonly used and so might be thought of acceptable; a correction is in
    order. ...Reminds me of an old cartoon years back: two ducks, the
    smaller (younger) one says "bull----" (in the panel is spelt out), and
    the bigger (older) one replies "In my day we said 'point of order'".



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  • From Barry Martin@454:1/1 to Daryl Stout on Fri Nov 19 08:20:00 2021

    Hi Daryl!

    First, sorry about the long message.

    Okaaaay.....


    That takes care of the specific name but I had the feeling Mike's
    nuisance was more than a just a single name.
    I've blocked IP's and hostnames, mainly from slamming the
    ports, or trying to relay spam. There is apparently a problem
    with folks sending email back to the BBS (validation issues), so
    it's basically just for use with the Telnet Email Verifier, and
    to send Netmail (FTN or QWK).

    Just another one of those 'complicated issues': spammer gets detected,
    the SysOp/It Guy/whomever figures out how to block - at this level might
    be as simple as by name. Spammer uses different name; that name gets
    blocked. Spammer uses anothr name; this time gets blocked by IP.
    Spammer uses another technique.....


    Yes, there are ways to say things without saying or mentioning things.
    Cue the long [bleep tone]. :P

    Years ago (more like decades) we occasonally watched The Jerry Springer
    Show occasionally -- at the time sometimes interesting and "how other
    people live". Got to the point it seemed three-quarters of the show was bleeped out and we had lost what they were trying to say. (I presume
    not nearly as bad on his judge show - so far not gotten around to
    watching.)


    My Mother sort of had that rule also, just for a slightly different reason: the toilet had the covers on it (tank, seat -- this was back in the 60's and 70's) and if the lid was left up then the 'pretty seat' didn't show.
    Well, you didn't want to be sitting on that seat if you weren't
    sitting there for the main purpose. That's why they refer to it
    as "the busiest seat in the house".

    Oddly enough (well, consider the source!) not heard of that.


    The two work hand-in-hand: can manipulate the direction of thinking
    with the words plus psychological 'tricks'.
    She was fantastic at trivia and word games. Also, at my Dad's
    funeral, one of his sisters had been "shunned" by the family.
    Well, my wife was willing to spend time and talk with her.

    Plus as a new addition to the family Janice didn't have all the 'written history', which may have had some factual errors. So could have been a
    good time to either verify that sister is indeed in need to be shunned
    or discover it was a big misunderstanding.

    As for
    me, she said "I like a challenge". :P Just over 2 1/2 months
    later, 3 weeks shy of our 4th wedding anniversary, I lost her to
    a heart attack.

    Unfortunately.


    I had to go back a few paragraphs: I had forgotten you were talking
    about Janice and thinking your mother!
    I never my my Mom "indecently"...but saw my wife "in all her
    glory". I may have told this before, but there were 2 instances
    before we "became an item" where "she took care of me". She also
    had a dachshund...although with the first time I met her, the
    bitch (the dog, not her <G>), didn't like me, and pooped on my
    shoe. It's generally a clue that if their dog doesn't like you,
    the person won't either...but this may have been more like "You
    don't mess with my Momma". :P

    Dogs of all sizes can be very protective of their humans (and other
    charges -- I'm thinking of those dogs guarding sheep, etc.)


    The second dachshund had a part in us "becoming an item", which
    I'll detail shortly. Basically, I figured if she didn't take care
    of me beforehand, she wouldn't take care of me after we said "I
    do". We were friends for 17 1/2 years, and never thought of
    marriage, let alone to each other...but I'm getting ahead of
    myself in the reply. The second one had to be put down about a
    year and a half before my wife died. We got a new one 3 months
    later, but I re-homed him the day my wife died.

    1) One evening, I had gone to her place, to help her with
    computer issues. We had met on a BBS run by the computer science
    <snip>
    had admonished me to NOT lean back in the chair. As a type A
    <snip>
    The chair tipped over (it bit me in the back). She said, "OK,
    take off your shirt", and promptly broke out the First Aid kit,
    and began swabbing, cleaning, and banadging the wound.
    <snip>
    where my PCP (at that time) was working. They said "Whoever
    worked on this wiped out any chance of infection".

    If you're going to do something may as well do it right!


    Now, he had one of those retractable leashes...which I
    originally thought were fantastic. Basically, it let the dog go
    in the poop filled grass, and I stayed on the sidewalk. Well, as
    I got back, I had the leash in front of my groin...which nearly
    became a fatal mistake. :P

    Those leashes seem like a good idea to allow the dog a bit of range but
    I'm a little afraid they might allow too much range and the dog gets hit
    by a car.


    Somehow, the leash came off his collar, retracted at full
    speed, and popped me in the groin where it hurts the most...and I
    fell to the ground. I now live in dread fear of these
    things...just like with the MagLite flashlight...when I dropped
    it on the second toe of my right foot, and fractured it the toe.

    I'd rather have a broken toe!



    So, I embarrasingly asked if she'd "take a look". As noted, I
    was in great pain, and "getting frisky" was the last thing on my
    mind. So, I dropped my pants and underwear before her. I thought
    she would dump me like a hot rock for "exposing myself", and
    asked her "Do you think any less of me??".

    Lots of variables on 'exposure'. In this instance not classified as
    'indecent exposure' but 'medical examination'.


    She replied "I give you credit for your common sense. I would
    have called 911 if I had seen blood".

    Or probably if a mangling.


    I knew, RIGHT THEN, that THIS WAS THE GIRL I WAS GOING TO
    MARRY. I gave her a big hug (I was practically in tears, both of
    pain, and joy), and proposed 2 days later. We went to a local
    K-Mart that was going out of business, and got a wedding ring for
    $25 (it was originally nearly $200...talk about a steal!!). For
    grins, I recently looked at the price of some of the engagement
    and wedding rings nowadays, and they're in the stratosphere!! I
    think of the meme where the guy has a washer/ring/lugnut from a
    car engine hose, and the caption says "He went to NAPA" (never
    mind Jared) <G>.

    <chuckle> Back in the old days it seemed like every time an item passed through a vendor the price doubled, so the diamond probably cost the
    store $100, K-Mart Corp. bought for $50, etc. When the stores were
    closed they were usually sold to a liquidating company -- not sure how
    they did things but more bought the contents and 'garage sale prices'
    the individual items.


    When we went to get wedding invitations, the sample had the
    name of my ex-fiance' from years ago on the sample, and it was
    spelled the same way (Daryl and Pamela). I said "I think I'm
    going to puke", and Janice was laughing like crazy. :P

    What are the odds?!


    Unlike Janice, who didn't care whether we ate at McDonald's or
    Olive Garden (to her, "food was food")...Pam always wanted me to
    take her to the most expensive place, always pick up the tab, and
    forsake all hobbies and everything outside of work, to spend
    every waking moment with her. Basically, she was to do all the
    "taking", and I was to do all the "giving". That type of
    relationship is doomed to failure.

    There are times when I/we get a hankerin' for a fancier meal and
    sometimes it's "you know I'm really hungry for beans and hot dogs".


    I broke off the engagement before Christmas one year...she
    thought I was a Scrooge, but I felt as if the weight of the world
    had been lifted off of my shoulders. She even accused me of
    "using her". Would you please explain to me that when you're
    doing all the "giving" that you're "using someone".

    That type of person usually only sees others as being in the wrong,
    never would be them as having any part in the wrongfdoing. As for
    timing (before Christmas), could also have been before some other event:
    an anniversary/monthly celebration, birthday of Aunt Agnes, solar
    eclipse.....


    Before announcing our engagement, both of us had gone to see
    our respective pastors for "marriage counseling", and both agreed
    that "both of you have a good head on your shoulders". Sadly, I
    doubt that many folks going into a relationship nowadays will
    even consider going through marriage counseling. It's more like
    the marriage counselor in "The Lockhorns" comic strip, with Leroy
    and Loretta (I don't recall the name of the counselor in the
    comic strip...I want to say his name was I. Pullman).

    I'd also be listening to the considerations of those around you: they'll
    be around if she shoots barbs at him or he drools over someone else.


    <snip>
    Time wise, the service had just ended (I was late leaving the apartment), and as we walked in, we were greeted with "Ah!! The
    Bride And Groom!!". I said "Well, we're NOT married YET!!". We
    sat down to eat, and afterwards, the preacher said "I guess I
    need to go put my marryin' clothes on"...and, Jan headed back to
    a separate room to change into her bridal outfit. The preacher
    than came to me, and said "Let's just go over here in the corner,
    and quietly die!!"...to which, I replied "Thank you for the
    confidence boost, pastor". :P

    I wonder if he said 'pray' and you misheard it?!



    done so!!". I did not invite my parents to the wedding,
    as they were against it. Yet, afterwards, when they saw how happy
    we were, they came around.

    That's good they came around. While it seems "just wrong" to not invite
    one's parents (or brother/sister, relatives) if there's a potential they
    would be disruptive I'd probably not invite either. (We're not doing an episode of Jerry Springer!)



    So, at the wedding, I was so nervous (I had never been married
    before), that I put her engagement ring, her wedding ring, and my
    wedding ring, all on her finger. I was about to blurt out "Where
    the Hell is the other one??!!". The Good Lord is so Wise...the
    preacher calmly said "You're not supposed to put all the rings on
    her finger!!". I was still so nervous, that I nearly said "With
    this ring, I thee, bed". That would've gone over like a lead
    balloon...and my name would've been "mud" or something worse. :P

    That would have ended up on a Top Ten Blooper on YouTube!!


    But, when I sang "The Vows Go Unbroken" by the late Kenny
    Rogers, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Afterwards, her Dad
    asked if he could get "one last kiss". I said "She may be my
    wife, but first and foremost, she is your daughter".

    Good reply!


    Back to the wedding, we were trying to change out of our
    wedding attire (a photo is at http://www.wx4qz.net/jan.htm), and
    were having some trouble doing so. Our best man knocked on the
    door, and asked "What are you doing in there??". I wish I had had
    my wits about me, as I would've replied "Playing Strip Poker --
    you want to join us??!!". <BG>

    All depends on - uh, nevermind! <g>

    ...Thanks for sharing! :)



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  • From Daryl Stout@454:1/33 to Barry Martin on Sat Nov 20 21:35:00 2021
    Barry,

    First, sorry about the long message.

    Okaaaay.....

    Please don't cut my feed. :P

    Just another one of those 'complicated issues': spammer gets detected,
    the SysOp/It Guy/whomever figures out how to block - at this level
    might be as simple as by name. Spammer uses different name; that name gets blocked. Spammer uses anothr name; this time gets blocked by IP. Spammer uses another technique.....

    You can't ignore them...but at least the CAPTCHA deal from Synchronet
    Sysop Lord Blackfair helps keep many of these bots out. It displays a new random string at every logon.

    Years ago (more like decades) we occasonally watched The Jerry Springer Show occasionally -- at the time sometimes interesting and "how other people live". Got to the point it seemed three-quarters of the show
    was bleeped out and we had lost what they were trying to say. (I
    presume not nearly as bad on his judge show - so far not gotten around
    to watching.)

    I remember some of that...but I haven't powered up the TV sets here in
    over 3 years.

    Oddly enough (well, consider the source!) not heard of that.

    I got that from a commercial for Lysol or some other house cleaner.
    I look at house cleaning this way:

    1) A doormat that notes "The house was clean last week. Sorry you missed
    it".

    2) A sign notes "My house is clean enough to be healthy...and dirty enough
    to be happy".

    Plus as a new addition to the family Janice didn't have all the
    'written history', which may have had some factual errors. So could
    have been a good time to either verify that sister is indeed in need to
    be shunned or discover it was a big misunderstanding.

    Her attitude (the sister) had turned much of the family against her by
    things she did or said. At least Janice was willing to listen.

    Dogs of all sizes can be very protective of their humans (and other charges -- I'm thinking of those dogs guarding sheep, etc.)

    Dachshunds are hard to housebreak, and very stubborn...but are very
    loyal to their owners.

    If you're going to do something may as well do it right!

    Especially when it relates to health.

    Those leashes seem like a good idea to allow the dog a bit of range but I'm a little afraid they might allow too much range and the dog gets
    hit by a car.

    And, if you're not paying attention, they can pull it right out of your hand...or it could possibly brea.

    I'd rather have a broken toe!

    That's part of the reason she got me the T-shirt before she died that
    said:

    FRONT: WARNING!! KLUTZ ON THE LOOSE!!
    BACK: DANGER!! ACCIDENT WAITING TO HAPPEN!!

    Her response?? "That's him". Nice to have the spouse so supportive. <G>

    Lots of variables on 'exposure'. In this instance not classified as 'indecent exposure' but 'medical examination'.

    It was.

    Or probably if a mangling.

    I'm cringing at the thought. What's worse if you turn the wrong way,
    and "the jewels roll over each other". One of the dogs my family had
    several years ago, an Italian Greyhound, had only one descended testicle,
    so we referred to him as "Lefty". <G>

    <chuckle> Back in the old days it seemed like every time an item
    passed through a vendor the price doubled, so the diamond probably cost the store $100, K-Mart Corp. bought for $50, etc. When the stores were closed they were usually sold to a liquidating company -- not sure how they did things but more bought the contents and 'garage sale prices'
    the individual items.

    I always remember their "blue light specials". I think K-Mart, just like Radio Shack, is long gone.

    What are the odds?!

    Sort of like one of ventriloquist Jeff Dunham's shows. One of the people
    in the audience was from Iraq, and Walter was dumbfounded at the guys
    name. He asked "is that a name, or something you take to get well with??".
    He also inquired "What are the odds??".

    There are times when I/we get a hankerin' for a fancier meal and
    sometimes it's "you know I'm really hungry for beans and hot dogs".

    I hate it when you get into one of those "nothing sounds good" moods.
    I remember when I worked for Burger King, and also for a silkscreen
    printing place. While we had a menu, or samples of items we did, people
    would walk in, and have no idea what we had available for purchase...
    and it was right in front of their eyes.

    One client said to me "The Customer Is Always Right", and I replied
    "The jury is still out on that". :P

    That type of person usually only sees others as being in the wrong,
    never would be them as having any part in the wrongfdoing. As for
    timing (before Christmas), could also have been before some other
    event: an anniversary/monthly celebration, birthday of Aunt Agnes,
    solar eclipse.....

    Well, the state of Arkansas had terminated the program where I was
    working, and her Dad had recently suffered a heart attack. Well, she
    wanted me to come to Van Buren (east of Fort Smith), but it would've
    negatively affected my unemployment...never mind I couldn't afford it.

    I'd also be listening to the considerations of those around you:
    they'll be around if she shoots barbs at him or he drools over someone else.

    We had such a trust between us, just like the country-western song,
    "I've got all the love a man could want, waiting for me at home". A
    member of the opposite sex would give us a hug or a kiss...and we'd
    then razz the crap out of each other. <G>

    I wonder if he said 'pray' and you misheard it?!

    I don't know. But, I had never been married before...I didn't know
    how this works.

    That's good they came around. While it seems "just wrong" to not
    invite one's parents (or brother/sister, relatives) if there's a
    potential they would be disruptive I'd probably not invite either.
    (We're not doing an episode of Jerry Springer!)

    That was my thought.

    That would have ended up on a Top Ten Blooper on YouTube!!

    Exactly. One thing my late wife loved was watchiong bloopers. Years
    ago, Fred Hickman and Nick Charles of CNN Sports (I think both are
    dead and gone now), were describing one play with a player, and he
    fumbled the ball before the goal line. The commentators said "Whoops!!
    There go the groceries!!". <G>

    Good reply!

    I was smart in that regard.

    All depends on - uh, nevermind! <g>

    Reminds me of the documentation for a program I was using to create
    menus for RIP Graphics, called DeadPaint. The program was known as
    "Dead" for short...and it noted "Dead is a trademark of the undertaker,
    and Dr. Jack Kev... never mind". <G>

    ...Thanks for sharing! :)

    At least I have all the wonderful memories that no one can take away.
    Many couples don't have that luxury. These are likely the ones that
    marry on Dec. 31, and divorce on Jan. 2.

    Daryl

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  • From Barry Martin@454:1/1 to Daryl Stout on Sun Nov 21 08:00:00 2021

    Hi Daryl!

    First, sorry about the long message.
    Okaaaay.....
    Please don't cut my feed. :P

    Please stand by, we are experiencing technical difficulties.



    Just another one of those 'complicated issues': spammer gets detected,
    the SysOp/It Guy/whomever figures out how to block - at this level
    might be as simple as by name. Spammer uses different name; that name gets blocked. Spammer uses anothr name; this time gets blocked by IP. Spammer uses another technique.....
    You can't ignore them...but at least the CAPTCHA deal from
    Synchronet Sysop Lord Blackfair helps keep many of these bots
    out. It displays a new random string at every logon.

    I hope there's another means of access for SysOps: I use a script to
    access Lee's site and it doesn't take kindly to variables like that.
    ...The CAPTCHA is good for one thing but not another.


    Years ago (more like decades) we occasonally watched The Jerry Springer Show occasionally -- at the time sometimes interesting and "how other people live". Got to the point it seemed three-quarters of the show
    was bleeped out and we had lost what they were trying to say. (I
    presume not nearly as bad on his judge show - so far not gotten around
    to watching.)
    I remember some of that...but I haven't powered up the TV sets
    here in over 3 years.

    You missed a lot of stuff of short-term consequence! ...Could use 'em
    for monitors: "PiClock" is a clock display with weather radars on the
    left and forecasts on the right. Probably something similar for
    Windows. Not so sure I'd want it as a 60" display!! ...Divide the
    screen into sections like they do for some closed-circuit monitoring.


    Oddly enough (well, consider the source!) not heard of that.
    I got that from a commercial for Lysol or some other house
    cleaner. I look at house cleaning this way:
    1) A doormat that notes "The house was clean last week. Sorry you
    missed it".
    2) A sign notes "My house is clean enough to be healthy...and
    dirty enough to be happy".

    Pretty much! I sort of like to see a change when I do something. Don't
    let it go to the point of the needing a shop vac to do the vacuuming but
    a bit of sock fuzz speckle doesn't trigger a cleaning frenzy.


    Plus as a new addition to the family Janice didn't have all the
    'written history', which may have had some factual errors. So could
    have been a good time to either verify that sister is indeed in need to
    be shunned or discover it was a big misunderstanding.
    Her attitude (the sister) had turned much of the family against
    her by things she did or said. At least Janice was willing to
    listen.

    Sometimes an outside person can help get to the underlying cause. A appearance of entitlement could possibly be due to always having to wear hand-me-down clothes.



    Dogs of all sizes can be very protective of their humans (and other charges -- I'm thinking of those dogs guarding sheep, etc.)
    Dachshunds are hard to housebreak, and very stubborn...but are
    very loyal to their owners.

    Maybe they have a feeling of entitlement?!


    If you're going to do something may as well do it right!
    Especially when it relates to health.

    I'm going eat this entire package of Super-Sugar Cookies and get into
    the best sugar-induced stupor ever!


    Those leashes seem like a good idea to allow the dog a bit of range but I'm a little afraid they might allow too much range and the dog gets
    hit by a car.

    And, if you're not paying attention, they can pull it right out
    of your hand...or it could possibly brea.

    Darn: lost the 'k' -- now have to get a whole new one!

    As far as pulling out of the hand, when I was maybe 8 a neighbor taught
    me to put my hand through the leash loop and lightly hold on to the
    leash rather than curling my fingers around the loop. If the dog tugs
    and the fingers are holding the loop very easy to slip out; if the dog
    tugs and the hand is through the loop generally the loops tightens
    around the wrist.



    Lots of variables on 'exposure'. In this instance not classified as 'indecent exposure' but 'medical examination'.
    It was.
    Or probably if a mangling.
    I'm cringing at the thought. What's worse if you turn the
    wrong way, and "the jewels roll over each other". One of the dogs
    my family had several years ago, an Italian Greyhound, had only
    one descended testicle, so we referred to him as "Lefty". <G>

    Right. <smirk>


    <chuckle> Back in the old days it seemed like every time an item
    passed through a vendor the price doubled, so the diamond probably cost the store $100, K-Mart Corp. bought for $50, etc. When the stores were closed they were usually sold to a liquidating company -- not sure how they did things but more bought the contents and 'garage sale prices'
    the individual items.
    I always remember their "blue light specials". I think K-Mart,
    just like Radio Shack, is long gone.

    Both have an on-line presence. Montgomery Ward is even still around:
    check the Seventh Avenue signage at the Mall. (Or at least it was here
    last time I there.)



    What are the odds?!
    Sort of like one of ventriloquist Jeff Dunham's shows. One of
    the people in the audience was from Iraq, and Walter was
    dumbfounded at the guys name. He asked "is that a name, or
    something you take to get well with??". He also inquired "What
    are the odds??".

    They probably think our names are strange.



    There are times when I/we get a hankerin' for a fancier meal and
    sometimes it's "you know I'm really hungry for beans and hot dogs".
    I hate it when you get into one of those "nothing sounds good"
    moods. I remember when I worked for Burger King, and also for a
    silkscreen printing place. While we had a menu, or samples of
    items we did, people would walk in, and have no idea what we had
    available for purchase... and it was right in front of their
    eyes.

    Sometimes the choices are overwhelming. We don't eat out all that much
    so studying the menu can take a while, especially with the 'forgotten'
    treats like onion rings instead of French Fries.


    One client said to me "The Customer Is Always Right", and I
    replied "The jury is still out on that". :P

    I don't know who came up with that -- probably made sense for one area
    of retail (as in alterations: hem too high/too low, so redo to the
    customer's preference).



    I'd also be listening to the considerations of those around you:
    they'll be around if she shoots barbs at him or he drools over someone else.
    We had such a trust between us, just like the country-western
    song, "I've got all the love a man could want, waiting for me at
    home". A member of the opposite sex would give us a hug or a
    kiss...and we'd then razz the crap out of each other. <G>

    Much easier to do when the trust is there. Shouldn't be anything wrong
    with receiving (or giving) a hug -- it's when it lasts over thirty
    seconds we might consider there's something else going on!



    I wonder if he said 'pray' and you misheard it?!
    I don't know. But, I had never been married before...I didn't
    know how this works.

    Take turns reciting a bunch of words, poke a finger though a metal disk
    held by other person, smooch on cue, get handfuls of rice thrown at you
    while escaping building.



    Reminds me of the documentation for a program I was using to
    create menus for RIP Graphics, called DeadPaint. The program was
    known as "Dead" for short...and it noted "Dead is a trademark of
    the undertaker, and Dr. Jack Kev... never mind". <G>

    Four million words in the English language and we keep using the same
    four dozen!


    ...Thanks for sharing! :)
    At least I have all the wonderful memories that no one can take
    away. Many couples don't have that luxury. These are likely the
    ones that marry on Dec. 31, and divorce on Jan. 2.

    Some people are that desperate not to be alone on New Year's!


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  • From Daryl Stout@454:1/33 to Barry Martin on Mon Nov 22 19:07:00 2021
    Barry,

    Please don't cut my feed. :P

    Please stand by, we are experiencing technical difficulties.

    Is the NC looking?? Good, now I can... !@#$%^&*() ERROR: Feed Lost.

    I hope there's another means of access for SysOps: I use a script to access Lee's site and it doesn't take kindly to variables like that. ...The CAPTCHA is good for one thing but not another.

    They can BYPASS the CAPTCHA by logging on via SSH. However, to discourage spammers and bots, the port numbers are not conventional. For verified users
    in good standing, I have a door that tells them the non-conventional port number. The bots will never see the data. And, unless they successfully complete the Telnet Email Verifier, they won't get upgraded. Now, if I have chatted with them via amateur radio or in the message areas, I can set up
    an account for them in advance, where they don't have to go through all
    the logon stuff.

    You missed a lot of stuff of short-term consequence! ...Could use 'em
    for monitors: "PiClock" is a clock display with weather radars on the
    left and forecasts on the right. Probably something similar for
    Windows. Not so sure I'd want it as a 60" display!! ...Divide the
    screen into sections like they do for some closed-circuit monitoring.

    I use the Radarscope app on my Verizon phone.

    Speaking of phones, T-Mobile did me dirty...just like the last few
    "customer service representatives" at their west Little Rock location.
    I turned in the phone, plug, and USB charger cable, when I went in, and
    told them to terminate the service. Today, I get a bill for well over
    $250 -- I was furious!! So, I called the customer service number, and
    said "I am NOT obligated to pay that, as I turned it in the same day
    I told them to terminate the service". Hopefully, I will be able to
    get out of that mess. Originally, their reps were very helpful, but
    the last few acted like they didn't want me there. The main problem
    was the Samsung Galaxy phones...at least 4 straight models, after
    only 6 months of usage, they would no longer hold a charge...even if
    you charged them every night. I couldn't see keeping a plan or the
    phone if it dies less than 30 minutes after initial power up...or quits
    working entirely. Why they kept selling these defective phones is beyond
    me.

    Don't let it go to the point of the needing a shop vac to do the
    vacuuming but a bit of sock fuzz speckle doesn't trigger a cleaning frenzy.

    It needs cleaning, but I don't have the strength or resources to have
    someone come in to do it. At least bugs and rodents aren't running all
    over the place.

    Sometimes an outside person can help get to the underlying cause. A appearance of entitlement could possibly be due to always having to
    wear hand-me-down clothes.

    My Mom and Dad and their families grew up during the Depression. So,
    they watched every penny. Nowadays, folks think money grows on trees,
    because there's such a thing as "branch banks". :P

    Maybe they have a feeling of entitlement?!

    Entitled to attention, belly rubs, and treats. <G>

    I'm going eat this entire package of Super-Sugar Cookies and get into
    the best sugar-induced stupor ever!

    These thin mint cookies don't taste anything like Girl Scouts. <eg>

    And, if you're not paying attention, they can pull it right out
    of your hand...or it could possibly brea.

    Darn: lost the 'k' -- now have to get a whole new one!

    Fell asleep at the keyboard again...guess I need to clean my glasses
    more often. :P

    As far as pulling out of the hand, when I was maybe 8 a neighbor taught
    me to put my hand through the leash loop and lightly hold on to the
    leash rather than curling my fingers around the loop. If the dog tugs
    and the fingers are holding the loop very easy to slip out; if the dog tugs and the hand is through the loop generally the loops tightens
    around the wrist.

    And cuts off the circulation.

    I'm cringing at the thought. What's worse if you turn the
    wrong way, and "the jewels roll over each other". One of the dogs
    my family had several years ago, an Italian Greyhound, had only
    one descended testicle, so we referred to him as "Lefty". <G>

    Right. <smirk>

    You had the balls to go there. <G>

    Both have an on-line presence. Montgomery Ward is even still around: check the Seventh Avenue signage at the Mall. (Or at least it was here last time I there.)

    I've had such problems with shipping, that if I can't get it locally,
    I do without it.

    They probably think our names are strange.

    Or they think the folks in the South talk funny (with their accent).
    They think I talk funny, but I'm from the DEEP SOUTH (Miami, Florida).

    Sometimes the choices are overwhelming. We don't eat out all that much
    so studying the menu can take a while, especially with the 'forgotten' treats like onion rings instead of French Fries.

    I saw where a whole slew of illicit drugs was intercepted with a cargo shipment of onion rings.

    I don't know who came up with that -- probably made sense for one area
    of retail (as in alterations: hem too high/too low, so redo to the customer's preference).

    Well, in some cases, to me, the customer doesn't know what they're talking about.

    Much easier to do when the trust is there. Shouldn't be anything wrong with receiving (or giving) a hug -- it's when it lasts over thirty
    seconds we might consider there's something else going on!

    We joke about that at a square dance...or when we meet fellow dancers
    outside the dance hall, and say "I didn't recognize you without your
    clothes on" (square dance attire). Folks in the next aisle are surely
    going "WTH??!!". <G>

    Take turns reciting a bunch of words, poke a finger though a metal disk held by other person, smooch on cue, get handfuls of rice thrown at you while escaping building.

    Pretty much.

    Four million words in the English language and we keep using the same
    four dozen!

    That's it.

    Some people are that desperate not to be alone on New Year's!

    With the risk of drunk drivers, etc., I stay home on New Years Eve. A
    local square dance is set for New Years Night, but weather will determine whether I go or not.

    Daryl

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  • From Barry Martin@454:1/1 to Daryl Stout on Tue Nov 23 09:31:00 2021

    Hi Daryl!

    Please don't cut my feed. :P
    Please stand by, we are experiencing technical difficulties.
    Is the NC looking?? Good, now I can... !@#$%^&*() ERROR: Feed
    Lost.

    And that's why the Seven Second Delay is in place!


    I hope there's another means of access for SysOps: I use a script to access Lee's site and it doesn't take kindly to variables like that. ...The CAPTCHA is good for one thing but not another.
    They can BYPASS the CAPTCHA by logging on via SSH. However, to discourage spammers and bots, the port numbers are not
    conventional. For verified users in good standing, I have a door
    that tells them the non-conventional port number. The bots will
    never see the data. And, unless they successfully complete the
    Telnet Email Verifier, they won't get upgraded. Now, if I have
    chatted with them via amateur radio or in the message areas, I
    can set up an account for them in advance, where they don't have
    to go through all the logon stuff.

    Makes sense. I'm thinking most spammers would not bother with varying
    the port.


    You missed a lot of stuff of short-term consequence! ...Could use 'em
    for monitors: "PiClock" is a clock display with weather radars on the
    left and forecasts on the right. Probably something similar for
    Windows. Not so sure I'd want it as a 60" display!! ...Divide the
    screen into sections like they do for some closed-circuit monitoring.
    I use the Radarscope app on my Verizon phone.

    But there's nothing like a radar sweep display on a 40" screen! <g>



    Speaking of phones, T-Mobile did me dirty...just like the last
    few "customer service representatives" at their west Little Rock
    location. I turned in the phone, plug, and USB charger cable,
    when I went in, and told them to terminate the service. Today, I
    get a bill for well over $250 -- I was furious!! So, I called the
    customer service number, and said "I am NOT obligated to pay
    that, as I turned it in the same day I told them to terminate the service". Hopefully, I will be able to get out of that mess.

    I'm thinking of a combination of Lemon Law and the 3-day Change Your
    Mind on Large Purchases (not the real title!) but then also there is
    that "All Sales Final" one.



    Don't let it go to the point of the needing a shop vac to do the
    vacuuming but a bit of sock fuzz speckle doesn't trigger a cleaning frenzy.
    It needs cleaning, but I don't have the strength or resources
    to have someone come in to do it. At least bugs and rodents
    aren't running all over the place.

    Too dirty for even them??!!! (Whoooo!!) As for cleaning, I'm presuming
    you mean the heavy-duty "Spring Cleaning" but you are doing the keep-up
    weekly kind. As for whipping around a vacuum, canisters are nice
    because the only part have to hold is the cleaning head and wand. OTOH
    the canister itself can get stuck on furniture. As for uprights, Eureka
    puts out a lightweight model (one drawback is it's fan-first: pick up a
    pebble or other small item and can break off a fan fin). Stick-vacs are
    also a consideration.


    Sometimes an outside person can help get to the underlying cause. A appearance of entitlement could possibly be due to always having to
    wear hand-me-down clothes.
    My Mom and Dad and their families grew up during the
    Depression. So, they watched every penny. Nowadays, folks think
    money grows on trees, because there's such a thing as "branch
    banks". :P

    <rs!> One routine that might help the current way of money-handling is
    to write it down. Not with computer programme but hand-write into a
    Journal -- things tend to become more real when written by hand as
    opposed to punching the number keys on the keyboard,


    Maybe they have a feeling of entitlement?!
    Entitled to attention, belly rubs, and treats. <G>

    Yeahhhh! That's the spot!



    I'm going eat this entire package of Super-Sugar Cookies and get into
    the best sugar-induced stupor ever!
    These thin mint cookies don't taste anything like Girl Scouts. <eg>

    I'm not sure I want to know how you know what a Girl Scout tastes like!



    And, if you're not paying attention, they can pull it right out
    of your hand...or it could possibly brea.
    Darn: lost the 'k' -- now have to get a whole new one!
    Fell asleep at the keyboard again...guess I need to clean my
    glasses more often. :P

    And here I thought it was your mind being foggy, was just your view
    through your glasses.



    As far as pulling out of the hand, when I was maybe 8 a neighbor taught
    me to put my hand through the leash loop and lightly hold on to the
    leash rather than curling my fingers around the loop. If the dog tugs
    and the fingers are holding the loop very easy to slip out; if the dog tugs and the hand is through the loop generally the loops tightens
    around the wrist.
    And cuts off the circulation.

    Agree, but not for a significiant amount of time. If the dog is pulling
    that hard the handler is going to be doing something to regain control.


    I'm cringing at the thought. What's worse if you turn the
    wrong way, and "the jewels roll over each other". One of the dogs
    my family had several years ago, an Italian Greyhound, had only
    one descended testicle, so we referred to him as "Lefty". <G>
    Right. <smirk>
    You had the balls to go there. <G>

    I'm trying to be firm and upright!


    Both have an on-line presence. Montgomery Ward is even still around: check the Seventh Avenue signage at the Mall. (Or at least it was here last time I there.)
    I've had such problems with shipping, that if I can't get it
    locally, I do without it.

    We've had minor issues over the years. Anything that looks suspicious
    (as in potentially broken) I now take a picture of before opening the
    box, then of the opened box, etc. OTOH have also received unscathed
    boxes and on opening the air bags inside are completely flattened.


    They probably think our names are strange.
    Or they think the folks in the South talk funny (with their
    accent). They think I talk funny, but I'm from the DEEP SOUTH
    (Miami, Florida).

    I wonder how much 'neutralizing' of accents has occurred in the last 50
    years compared to the previous 500 because of Skype, videos -- on-line
    and television -- etc. I'm thinking of a faster mixing of the accents.
    OTOH, compare the Walter Cronkheit delivery and pace with the current
    national newscasters.


    Sometimes the choices are overwhelming. We don't eat out all that much
    so studying the menu can take a while, especially with the 'forgotten' treats like onion rings instead of French Fries.
    I saw where a whole slew of illicit drugs was intercepted with
    a cargo shipment of onion rings.

    Uses that other definition of 'fried'!



    I don't know who came up with that -- probably made sense for one area
    of retail (as in alterations: hem too high/too low, so redo to the customer's preference).
    Well, in some cases, to me, the customer doesn't know what
    they're talking about.

    BTDT!



    Some people are that desperate not to be alone on New Year's!
    With the risk of drunk drivers, etc., I stay home on New Years
    Eve. A local square dance is set for New Years Night, but weather
    will determine whether I go or not.

    I/we usually had to work opening shift on New Year's Day so wouldn't go anyplace in the evening. (That's one of the problems of having a
    repution of being responsible!) Might do a dinner and early
    celebration. Plus I was raised out East, where Midnight is Midnight;
    out here it's "5-4-3-2-1-Happy New Year!" -- but it's only eleven
    o'clock!!!


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  • From Daryl Stout@454:1/33 to Barry Martin on Wed Nov 24 20:13:00 2021
    Barry,

    Is the NC looking?? Good, now I can... !@#$%^&*() ERROR: Feed
    Lost.

    And that's why the Seven Second Delay is in place!

    I haven't heard that term in awhile...although there is no such thing
    on a live newscast.

    Makes sense. I'm thinking most spammers would not bother with varying
    the port.

    Well, it's still a shame we have to work to keep these twits out.

    But there's nothing like a radar sweep display on a 40" screen! <g>

    Sort of like the scene in Twister, where they were watching the movie
    of a tornado...and the real thing ended up hitting the drive thru movie
    theatre screen!!

    I'm thinking of a combination of Lemon Law and the 3-day Change Your
    Mind on Large Purchases (not the real title!) but then also there is
    that "All Sales Final" one.

    Well, they said they were working on trying to find the rig that I said
    I turned in. I told them "I'm not going to lie about something like that",
    but I think the employee was mad that they lost a customer. Well, with the attitude they had, I had good reason to bolt.

    Too dirty for even them??!!! (Whoooo!!) As for cleaning, I'm
    presuming you mean the heavy-duty "Spring Cleaning" but you are doing
    the keep-up weekly kind. As for whipping around a vacuum, canisters
    are nice because the only part have to hold is the cleaning head and
    wand. OTOH the canister itself can get stuck on furniture. As for uprights, Eureka puts out a lightweight model (one drawback is it's fan-first: pick up a pebble or other small item and can break off a fan fin). Stick-vacs are also a consideration.

    Both. :P The arthritis is really a bear, especially with cold weather.
    I can't afford to have Molly Maid come by to do the cleaning.

    <rs!> One routine that might help the current way of money-handling is
    to write it down. Not with computer programme but hand-write into a Journal -- things tend to become more real when written by hand as
    opposed to punching the number keys on the keyboard,

    It's a hard time reading what I put in the checkbook...no wonder I
    nearly flunked handwriting 55 years ago. :P

    Maybe they have a feeling of entitlement?!
    Entitled to attention, belly rubs, and treats. <G>

    Yeahhhh! That's the spot!

    As the tail starts wagging. <G>

    These thin mint cookies don't taste anything like Girl Scouts. <eg>

    I'm not sure I want to know how you know what a Girl Scout tastes like!

    No sense of adventure. <eg> But, since I had to give up caffeine, tea,
    candy, etc., I doubt I'll every be able to get those items again. By doing
    so (to lower the heart rate), my migraines have returned.

    And here I thought it was your mind being foggy, was just your view through your glasses.

    Well, licking them won't work. :P

    Agree, but not for a significiant amount of time. If the dog is
    pulling that hard the handler is going to be doing something to regain control.

    If the dog flips you off, you've really got problems. :P

    You had the balls to go there. <G>

    I'm trying to be firm and upright!

    Stand up straight!! <G>

    We've had minor issues over the years. Anything that looks suspicious
    (as in potentially broken) I now take a picture of before opening the
    box, then of the opened box, etc. OTOH have also received unscathed
    boxes and on opening the air bags inside are completely flattened.

    It's like with Amtrak's Auto Train. Those are people's cars in the auto carriers, so you can't handle them like gondolas full of scrap metal.

    OTOH, compare the Walter Cronkheit delivery and pace with the current national newscasters.

    And, that's the way it is. <G>

    I saw where a whole slew of illicit drugs was intercepted with
    a cargo shipment of onion rings.

    Uses that other definition of 'fried'!

    That's true.

    Well, in some cases, to me, the customer doesn't know what
    they're talking about.

    BTDT!

    Dumb Dora and Dumb Donald are so dumb... :P

    I/we usually had to work opening shift on New Year's Day so wouldn't go anyplace in the evening. (That's one of the problems of having a
    repution of being responsible!) Might do a dinner and early
    celebration. Plus I was raised out East, where Midnight is Midnight;
    out here it's "5-4-3-2-1-Happy New Year!" -- but it's only eleven o'clock!!!

    As the song by Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffet note, "It's 5:00 somewhere".

    Daryl

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  • From Barry Martin@454:1/1 to Daryl Stout on Thu Nov 25 07:07:00 2021

    Hi Daryl!

    Is the NC looking?? Good, now I can... !@#$%^&*() ERROR: Feed
    Lost.
    And that's why the Seven Second Delay is in place!
    I haven't heard that term in awhile...although there is no such
    thing on a live newscast.

    On the station I usually watch for news they have about a five second
    delay.


    Makes sense. I'm thinking most spammers would not bother with varying
    the port.
    Well, it's still a shame we have to work to keep these twits
    out.

    Agree. It's sort of like keeping bugulars out of one's house: we used
    to keep the doors unlocked, they wandered in, we lock the doors. They
    came in through the windows, we lock the windows. They jimmied open the slider, we put a stop down. They slide down the chimney -- wait,
    that's Santa. We want him!


    But there's nothing like a radar sweep display on a 40" screen! <g>
    Sort of like the scene in Twister, where they were watching the
    movie of a tornado...and the real thing ended up hitting the
    drive thru movie theatre screen!!

    "Hey Martha, those sound and visual effects are really realistic!!"


    I'm thinking of a combination of Lemon Law and the 3-day Change Your
    Mind on Large Purchases (not the real title!) but then also there is
    that "All Sales Final" one.
    Well, they said they were working on trying to find the rig
    that I said I turned in. I told them "I'm not going to lie about
    something like that", but I think the employee was mad that they
    lost a customer. Well, with the attitude they had, I had good
    reason to bolt.

    Yes, some shops one can feel the attitude, and some times it's a good
    one and sometimes not.


    Too dirty for even them??!!! (Whoooo!!) As for cleaning, I'm
    presuming you mean the heavy-duty "Spring Cleaning" but you are doing
    the keep-up weekly kind. As for whipping around a vacuum, canisters
    are nice because the only part have to hold is the cleaning head and
    wand. OTOH the canister itself can get stuck on furniture. As for uprights, Eureka puts out a lightweight model (one drawback is it's fan-first: pick up a pebble or other small item and can break off a fan fin). Stick-vacs are also a consideration.
    Both. :P The arthritis is really a bear, especially with cold
    weather. I can't afford to have Molly Maid come by to do the
    cleaning.

    As for the arthritis I'm thinking "a little dab will do ya". No, not
    grease to slicken the joints but do a little cleaning at a time: vacuum
    just the Living Room one day, the bedroom the next, etc. Do a small bit
    at a time to avoid tiring yourself out, Kitchen and bathroom might need
    more often so do in the morning, take a few hour break, then the Living Room/whatever room.


    <rs!> One routine that might help the current way of
    money-handling is
    to write it down. Not with computer programme but hand-write into a Journal -- things tend to become more real when written by hand as
    opposed to punching the number keys on the keyboard,
    It's a hard time reading what I put in the checkbook...no
    wonder I nearly flunked handwriting 55 years ago. :P

    (Assuming the checkbook ledger, not the carbonless copies.) I print the
    entry and use every other line.



    These thin mint cookies don't taste anything like Girl Scouts. <eg>
    I'm not sure I want to know how you know what a Girl Scout tastes like!
    No sense of adventure. <eg> But, since I had to give up
    caffeine, tea, candy, etc., I doubt I'll every be able to get
    those items again. By doing so (to lower the heart rate), my
    migraines have returned.

    Great. :( Would be nice if the return signified a retracing: return of
    the symptom on the return path to health.


    And here I thought it was your mind being foggy, was just your view through your glasses.
    Well, licking them won't work. :P

    Those migranes are from metal or plastic toxicity from licking the frames!!


    Agree, but not for a significiant amount of time. If the dog is
    pulling that hard the handler is going to be doing something to regain control.
    If the dog flips you off, you've really got problems. :P

    Time to take the dog to Manners School!



    We've had minor issues over the years. Anything that looks suspicious
    (as in potentially broken) I now take a picture of before opening the
    box, then of the opened box, etc. OTOH have also received unscathed
    boxes and on opening the air bags inside are completely flattened.
    It's like with Amtrak's Auto Train. Those are people's cars in
    the auto carriers, so you can't handle them like gondolas full of
    scrap metal.

    Though sometimes that "can't" seems more like "shouldn't".



    I/we usually had to work opening shift on New Year's Day so wouldn't go anyplace in the evening. (That's one of the problems of having a
    repution of being responsible!) Might do a dinner and early
    celebration. Plus I was raised out East, where Midnight is Midnight;
    out here it's "5-4-3-2-1-Happy New Year!" -- but it's only eleven o'clock!!!
    As the song by Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffet note, "It's 5:00 somewhere".

    I'll drink to that!



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  • From Daryl Stout@454:1/33 to Barry Martin on Sat Nov 27 01:49:00 2021
    Barry,

    On the station I usually watch for news they have about a five second delay.

    I think of a T-Shirt I saw once:

    "Sarcastic Comment Coming in 3...2...1..." <G>

    the slider, we put a stop down. They slide down the chimney -- wait, that's Santa. We want him!

    As long as it's not The Grinch...but I have to admit, Boris Karloff did
    a great rendition of that.

    "Hey Martha, those sound and visual effects are really realistic!!"

    Pretty much.

    Yes, some shops one can feel the attitude, and some times it's a good
    one and sometimes not.

    It's a shame...the first few reps were nice as pie, but the last few
    were real buttholes. :P

    As for the arthritis I'm thinking "a little dab will do ya". No, not grease to slicken the joints but do a little cleaning at a time: vacuum just the Living Room one day, the bedroom the next, etc. Do a small
    bit at a time to avoid tiring yourself out, Kitchen and bathroom might need more often so do in the morning, take a few hour break, then the Living Room/whatever room.

    If it's the thought that counts, my place should be immaculate. Hmmmm... sounds like a good tagline. <G>

    (Assuming the checkbook ledger, not the carbonless copies.) I print
    the entry and use every other line.

    I can either pay online, write a check, or use a debit card...whichever
    is easier. I have check printing software, and I ordered a special printer,
    but I could not figure out how to set it up. The directions were pictorial
    in nature, but no text. So, I wasted $230 on that special printer.

    Great. :( Would be nice if the return signified a retracing: return
    of the symptom on the return path to health.

    Now, it's the other end that's bothering me...a real PITA, if you know
    what I mean.

    Those migranes are from metal or plastic toxicity from licking the frames!!

    I wonder if I should let my friend's dachshund lick them?? :P

    If the dog flips you off, you've really got problems. :P

    Time to take the dog to Manners School!

    Dog flunks obedience school...claims kid ate his homework.

    Though sometimes that "can't" seems more like "shouldn't".

    To The Post Office: "DO NOT BEND" is NOT a challenge. :P

    As the song by Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffet note, "It's 5:00 somewhere".

    I'll drink to that!

    There was an older ham radio operator in the area years ago (he
    has since passed on), but he always would say "I'll Drink To That!!".
    So, they created an early morning net called the "I'll Drink To
    That Net". The funny part though, was that it was originally just
    males (ham radio is a male dominated hobby), but the moment a female
    ham radio operator showed up, it was like flipping a light switch.
    The tone of the entire net changed. <G>

    ... Have you ever tried to eat a clock? It's very time consuming.

    Watch it there, Mac. Or maybe we should see if John Cameron
    Swaze is in the house?? <G>

    Daryl

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  • From Barry Martin@454:1/1 to Daryl Stout on Sat Nov 27 07:33:00 2021

    Hi Daryl!

    On the station I usually watch for news they have about a five second delay.
    I think of a T-Shirt I saw once:
    "Sarcastic Comment Coming in 3...2...1..." <G>

    Nice to give a countdown so the other person's mind will be ready!


    the slider, we put a stop down. They slide down the chimney -- wait, that's Santa. We want him!
    As long as it's not The Grinch...but I have to admit, Boris
    Karloff did a great rendition of that.

    Yes he did! :) Mean/grumpy people might be that way for a reason, one
    just has to sort of deal with it while figuring out why.



    Yes, some shops one can feel the attitude, and some times it's a good
    one and sometimes not.
    It's a shame...the first few reps were nice as pie, but the
    last few were real buttholes. :P

    And the last usually is the one determining how things are thought of
    the next time.


    As for the arthritis I'm thinking "a little dab will do ya". No, not grease to slicken the joints but do a little cleaning at a time: vacuum just the Living Room one day, the bedroom the next, etc. Do a small
    bit at a time to avoid tiring yourself out, Kitchen and bathroom might need more often so do in the morning, take a few hour break, then the Living Room/whatever room.
    If it's the thought that counts, my place should be immaculate.
    Hmmmm... sounds like a good tagline. <G>

    The good news is no one is going to do a White Glove Test. It's better
    to "oh, he missed that dustbunny" than "ewww! this place is covered in
    dust!".



    (Assuming the checkbook ledger, not the carbonless copies.) I print
    the entry and use every other line.
    I can either pay online, write a check, or use a debit
    card...whichever is easier. I have check printing software, and I
    ordered a special printer, but I could not figure out how to set
    it up. The directions were pictorial in nature, but no text. So,
    I wasted $230 on that special printer.

    A lot of instructions come in graphic form because it seems people can't
    read and comprehend. And probably that way they don't have to spend the
    money on translating to a different language (though the rest of the
    manual is). Personally I prefer a combination, sometimes easier to
    figure out by words, sometimes a picture, frequently both enhancing each
    other.

    As for your check printer, guess water under the bridge by now. ...For
    'fun' checked on eBay for selling consideration. Put in 'check printer'
    but a lot of printers with 'check description' came up so that wasn't
    helpful. ...Ah! MICR Check Printer! ...Couple of pre-owned at $189.99
    anf free shipping and returns (must be a small business' post).
    Shipping is going to be the big money gulp.



    Those migranes are from metal or plastic toxicity from licking the frames!!
    I wonder if I should let my friend's dachshund lick them?? :P

    Don't want to give the poor pup a headache!



    Though sometimes that "can't" seems more like "shouldn't".
    To The Post Office: "DO NOT BEND" is NOT a challenge. :P

    Delivering it is! (Oooooo!!!)


    As the song by Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffet note, "It's 5:00 somewhere".
    I'll drink to that!
    There was an older ham radio operator in the area years ago (he
    has since passed on), but he always would say "I'll Drink To
    That!!". So, they created an early morning net called the "I'll
    Drink To That Net". The funny part though, was that it was
    originally just males (ham radio is a male dominated hobby), but
    the moment a female ham radio operator showed up, it was like
    flipping a light switch. The tone of the entire net changed. <G>

    Higher because before all the guys had deeper voices? ...Oh, wrong
    'tone'!


    ... Have you ever tried to eat a clock? It's very time consuming.
    Watch it there, Mac. Or maybe we should see if John Cameron
    Swaze is in the house?? <G>

    Nah: he should be the one licking your glasses!




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  • From Daryl Stout@454:1/33 to Barry Martin on Sun Nov 28 18:30:00 2021
    Barry,


    "Sarcastic Comment Coming in 3...2...1..." <G>

    Nice to give a countdown so the other person's mind will be ready!

    You get a group of punsters together, and it really gets crazy. <G>

    Yes he did! :) Mean/grumpy people might be that way for a reason, one just has to sort of deal with it while figuring out why.

    I did a takeoff of that for the dachshund my late wife and I had when we
    got married (he had to be put down in August, 2005). The idea came from
    the situation where she wanted to give him a treat (they're going to beg
    for one anyway...and if you give into them once, you've corrupted them forever). Anyway, you do NOT give dogs chocolate...especially "bakers chocolate"...as it's poison to them, and it'll kill them. However, you
    CAN give them things like green beans and carrots, and it'll help them
    lose weight.

    Well, my wife put some green beans in a dish for him...and he walked
    up to them, sniffed, turned up his nose, and walked off, without taking
    a bite. My wife lamented "Oh, great!! I forgot to salt them!!". Stunned,
    I asked "What??!! Does he want a bottle of red wine to go with his beans??". She growled "He ain't gettin' none of my Jamaica White Rum"!! <G>

    The ONLY time she drank alcohol, was to do a "Rum And Coke"...1% Rum,
    and 99% Coke, when she wasn't feeling well. It'd knock her out, and she
    was fine the next day. A few months before she died, we went to a nearby
    liquor store to get a bottle, and about flipped when we saw the price.
    I asked her Dad why it was so expensive, and he said one word: "Imported".

    But, back to the song (the dog's name was Fritz), it went:

    You're a mean one, Mister Fritz.
    You really are a dog.
    You like salt on your green beans.
    You're a dachshund, oh so mean, Mister Fritz.

    Normally, my wife would give me a dirty look when I called him
    "Mister Fritz", asking "Since when does he deserved an honorific?? (sp?).
    I replied "Since I gave it to him". She promptly gave me the same
    reaction when I'd forgot to put the toilet seat back down...spit like
    a mad cat. In that case, nothing more needed to be said...I knew I
    was guilty. :P

    And the last usually is the one determining how things are thought of
    the next time.

    Exactly.

    The good news is no one is going to do a White Glove Test. It's better
    to "oh, he missed that dustbunny" than "ewww! this place is covered in dust!".

    Wife: What's on the TV tonight??
    Husband: Dust.

    And, that's how the fight started. <G>

    A lot of instructions come in graphic form because it seems people
    can't read and comprehend. And probably that way they don't have to
    spend the money on translating to a different language (though the rest
    of the manual is). Personally I prefer a combination, sometimes easier
    to figure out by words, sometimes a picture, frequently both enhancing each other.

    I would've preferred both.

    As for your check printer, guess water under the bridge by now. ...For 'fun' checked on eBay for selling consideration. Put in 'check
    printer' but a lot of printers with 'check description' came up so that wasn't helpful. ...Ah! MICR Check Printer! ...Couple of pre-owned at $189.99 anf free shipping and returns (must be a small business' post). Shipping is going to be the big money gulp.

    I had a bad experience with eBay awhile ago, so I don't use them anymore.

    Don't want to give the poor pup a headache!

    It would do that.

    To The Post Office: "DO NOT BEND" is NOT a challenge. :P

    Delivering it is! (Oooooo!!!)

    That's for sure.

    Higher because before all the guys had deeper voices? ...Oh, wrong 'tone'!

    There's a female present, so the guys better behave themselves. <G>

    Nah: he should be the one licking your glasses!

    I think not. They're just the cheapie reading glasses anyway.

    Daryl

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  • From Barry Martin@454:1/1 to Daryl Stout on Mon Nov 29 07:25:00 2021

    Hi Daryl!

    "Sarcastic Comment Coming in 3...2...1..." <G>
    Nice to give a countdown so the other person's mind will be ready!
    You get a group of punsters together, and it really gets crazy. <G>

    A word of punseters? A wacket of punsters?


    Yes he did! :) Mean/grumpy people might be that way for a reason, one just has to sort of deal with it while figuring out why.
    I did a takeoff of that for the dachshund my late wife and I
    had when we got married (he had to be put down in August, 2005).
    The idea came from the situation where she wanted to give him a
    treat (they're going to beg for one anyway...and if you give into
    them once, you've corrupted them forever). Anyway, you do NOT
    give dogs chocolate...especially "bakers chocolate"...as it's
    poison to them, and it'll kill them. However, you CAN give them
    things like green beans and carrots, and it'll help them lose
    weight.

    Right: the good news is a small piece (as in accidentally dropped) won't
    kill them but why risk it and deliberately feed chocolate?


    Well, my wife put some green beans in a dish for him...and he
    walked up to them, sniffed, turned up his nose, and walked off,
    without taking a bite. My wife lamented "Oh, great!! I forgot to
    salt them!!". Stunned, I asked "What??!! Does he want a bottle of
    red wine to go with his beans??". She growled "He ain't gettin'
    none of my Jamaica White Rum"!! <G>

    Dogs have preferences too!


    The ONLY time she drank alcohol, was to do a "Rum And
    Coke"...1% Rum, and 99% Coke, when she wasn't feeling well. It'd
    knock her out, and she was fine the next day. A few months before
    she died, we went to a nearby liquor store to get a bottle, and
    about flipped when we saw the price. I asked her Dad why it was
    so expensive, and he said one word: "Imported".

    That's the problem when one doesn't purchase an item frequently: all
    those interim little price increases have added up!



    The good news is no one is going to do a White Glove Test. It's better
    to "oh, he missed that dustbunny" than "ewww! this place is covered in dust!".
    Wife: What's on the TV tonight??
    Husband: Dust.
    And, that's how the fight started. <G>

    Good news: it doesn't show as much on the skinny flat screen TVs! (Less surface area on top.)



    As for your check printer, guess water under the bridge by now. ...For 'fun' checked on eBay for selling consideration. Put in 'check
    printer' but a lot of printers with 'check description' came up so that wasn't helpful. ...Ah! MICR Check Printer! ...Couple of pre-owned at $189.99 anf free shipping and returns (must be a small business' post). Shipping is going to be the big money gulp.
    I had a bad experience with eBay awhile ago, so I don't use
    them anymore.

    I heard there was a Square Dancing newsletter in your part of the world
    -- put an ad in there!



    To The Post Office: "DO NOT BEND" is NOT a challenge. :P
    Delivering it is! (Oooooo!!!)
    That's for sure.

    I wonder how kids react to hearing the lyrics to "Return to Sender"
    where Elvis sings he mails a letter one day and gets it back the next? "Impossible!"


    Higher because before all the guys had deeper voices? ...Oh, wrong 'tone'!
    There's a female present, so the guys better behave themselves. <G>

    Some females are rowdyer than the guys!



    Nah: he should be the one licking your glasses!
    I think not. They're just the cheapie reading glasses anyway.

    Next time you take a shower bring them in with you!


    BarryMartin3@
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  • From August Abolins@august@kolico.ca to Barry Martin on Sun Dec 5 09:58:58 2021
    On 11/29/2021 2:25 AM, between "Barry Martin":


    To The Post Office: "DO NOT BEND" is NOT a challenge. :P
    Delivering it is! (Oooooo!!!)
    That's for sure.

    I wonder how kids react to hearing the lyrics to "Return to Sender"
    where Elvis sings he mails a letter one day and gets it back the next? "Impossible!"

    There's also:

    [1] "Please Mr Postman" (I like the Carpenter's cover)
    [2] "Mr Telephone Man" (Meri Wilson). I have the 45rpm.
  • From Barry Martin@454:1/1 to August Abolins on Mon Dec 6 08:06:00 2021

    Hi August!

    To The Post Office: "DO NOT BEND" is NOT a challenge. :P
    Delivering it is! (Oooooo!!!)
    I wonder how kids react to hearing the lyrics to "Return to Sender"
    where Elvis sings he mails a letter one day and gets it back the next? "Impossible!"
    There's also:
    [1] "Please Mr Postman" (I like the Carpenter's cover)
    [2] "Mr Telephone Man" (Meri Wilson). I have the 45rpm.

    I didn't recall anything like "Mr. Telephone Man" so did a quick search
    -- reminded me of the tune from the opening of 'Fresh Prince of Bel
    Aire'. Comment of the version I listened to said the song was the
    origin of rap and hip-hop.



    BarryMartin3@
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  • From Daryl Stout@454:1/33 to Barry Martin on Tue Dec 7 13:58:00 2021
    Barry,

    I didn't recall anything like "Mr. Telephone Man" so did a quick search
    -- reminded me of the tune from the opening of 'Fresh Prince of Bel
    Aire'. Comment of the version I listened to said the song was the
    origin of rap and hip-hop.

    There's a deal on YouTube of the top 10 impressions on America's Got
    Talent at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dci9qSb0h-s

    One toward the end (10 clips in all) is a deal with "nursery rhyme rap".

    Daryl

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