Oh dear. I'm from New Zealand so get "jeff", but when in the US (we lived there for 30 years, hence Gene connection) I've encountered twisted faces and perplexion and eventually "gee-off"?
If you do decide to shred one, new or used, I’m probably not the only person who’d be willing to chip in a few bucks so I could see it live. Just a thought.
Sorry to disappoint you, but you're probably NOT going to die this year. Or any year. My suspicion is this has something to do with not liking curry, telling the world about it in your inimitable fashion and eternally suffering the consequences. Annapurna, the Hindu goddess of food, can be unforgiving I understand.
I can’t imagine the resale value of those hideous cybertruck abominations is going to be very high in a few years when the hype has worn off and the rust has set in. You may want to have the batteries removed prior to shredding. (In about 40-50 years their value will skyrocket again out of ironic nostalgia and the fact that so few will have survived both the elements and people like you who want to do things to them.)
Sam, the Cybertruck body is made of stainless steel, much like the DeLoreans of the early 1980s. Compared to the Cybertruck, the DeLorean DMC 12 was beautiful. Then again, compared to the Cybertruck, an AMC Pacer would look attractive.
My understanding is that they chose an inferior stainless steel, which is already showing surface rust, and why so many people are immediately getting vinyl wraps. And yes, the DeLorean has a certain aesthetic; prior to the pandemic, there was one parked every day behind the train stop I used to get to work. Probably one of the “new from old parts” ones.
The surface wraps are also the answer to the fingerprint problem. The Cybertruck has the same problem as a stainless steel refrigerator: anyone who touches it leaves finger marks. One reviewer said that the owner who had lent the Cybertruck for a review gave the reviewer a bottle of rubbing alcohol to use in cleaning off his finger marks. The reviewer said that many Cybertruck owners wrap their trucks to prevent the finger mark problem. In addition, the reviewer said that the edges of the body panels on the Cybertruck are not tucked and rolled, so they are kife-edge sharp. He said that he cut himself on the edge of one of the panels. His assessment was that the Cybertruck is a cutting edge electrical drive train packaged in a body that can cut you.
OK. Some random thoughts and responses. In 1966 I had just arrived to serve a year with the First Infantry Division in Vietnam, and we had primitive potty facilities. But no TP. Just comic books. Worked for me.
With acid reflux (from experience not any advice) my wife and I use what air we have let to exhale and then it clears. But always there is a time of total panic. Recently we have managed to wake before it has blocked our air. Perhaps a learned response.
And finally, about 73. That was ten years ago for me plus a few months. My uncle was 92 when he died and quite active until then. I hope to do as well. But my goal is to be quite active and healthy the day I die. And perhaps not even notice until afterwards.
I do want to use some forbitten words so often and as humor to remove their value to harm or distress anyone. Why let these people know when they cause pain? And for a while it was working. I still see some jokes as poison. I will not share them.
I assume by now Rachel has asked you to stop obsessively demonstrating what a disinterested Lexi is supposed to do with those two award-winning balls ("Damn it Lexi! These won the 2019 Pet Business Industry Recognition Award for exciting and functional design!") --- or, playing with them yourself. I suggest Lexi, probably being the extremely smart (mostly) Plott Hound, as I recall, would get more enjoyment out of watching you play with them.
I now feel that the Empress’s trip to Florida may include a mission from Gene. I might have to hide Geoff. That is, if there really is anyone named Geoff here.
A Jewish guy I once dated used to sing, to a familiar tune, "They asked me how I knew that you were a Jew. O-o-oh. I at once replied, 'Noses never lie . . .'" I think that was about all there was to it. Racist or making fun of the stereotype? Unfunny?
I am the author of that anecdote, and I want to say that: 1. I am not a man; 2. it is entirely true, except that Ninon was not her name (I borrowed that name from the 17th-century courtesan Ninon de Lenclos, whose long and storied career generated many juicy anecdotes, none of them about hitchhiking); and 3. that experience very quickly taught me that many or indeed most men do not in fact consider themselves lucky to encounter such a person. They were all horrified, except the strange knife-wielding student.
That's possible, but I don't think he was actually the guy. What really alarmed me was the it didn't seem to be his apartment. I have no idea what the actual situation was. Maybe you're right.
Yes, the Key and Peele skit was funny. Two questions:
How many takes did they need to get through it without laughing?
And why was no “player” from THE Ohio State University?
As a person currently identifying as Geoff, I can advise I am already wearing pants.
I had you in mind, Smegmadog.
I had to suffer someone who insisted that it was pronounced "JAHFF."
Oh dear. I'm from New Zealand so get "jeff", but when in the US (we lived there for 30 years, hence Gene connection) I've encountered twisted faces and perplexion and eventually "gee-off"?
Sigh. But with pants.
The English lineage is at fault.
Guilty by lineage.
The American ignorance is at fault.
If you do decide to shred one, new or used, I’m probably not the only person who’d be willing to chip in a few bucks so I could see it live. Just a thought.
Sorry to disappoint you, but you're probably NOT going to die this year. Or any year. My suspicion is this has something to do with not liking curry, telling the world about it in your inimitable fashion and eternally suffering the consequences. Annapurna, the Hindu goddess of food, can be unforgiving I understand.
I can’t imagine the resale value of those hideous cybertruck abominations is going to be very high in a few years when the hype has worn off and the rust has set in. You may want to have the batteries removed prior to shredding. (In about 40-50 years their value will skyrocket again out of ironic nostalgia and the fact that so few will have survived both the elements and people like you who want to do things to them.)
Sam, the Cybertruck body is made of stainless steel, much like the DeLoreans of the early 1980s. Compared to the Cybertruck, the DeLorean DMC 12 was beautiful. Then again, compared to the Cybertruck, an AMC Pacer would look attractive.
On the other hand, the Cybertruck makes it very easy to identify jackasses.
My understanding is that they chose an inferior stainless steel, which is already showing surface rust, and why so many people are immediately getting vinyl wraps. And yes, the DeLorean has a certain aesthetic; prior to the pandemic, there was one parked every day behind the train stop I used to get to work. Probably one of the “new from old parts” ones.
The surface wraps are also the answer to the fingerprint problem. The Cybertruck has the same problem as a stainless steel refrigerator: anyone who touches it leaves finger marks. One reviewer said that the owner who had lent the Cybertruck for a review gave the reviewer a bottle of rubbing alcohol to use in cleaning off his finger marks. The reviewer said that many Cybertruck owners wrap their trucks to prevent the finger mark problem. In addition, the reviewer said that the edges of the body panels on the Cybertruck are not tucked and rolled, so they are kife-edge sharp. He said that he cut himself on the edge of one of the panels. His assessment was that the Cybertruck is a cutting edge electrical drive train packaged in a body that can cut you.
If the shredding machine could be sacrificed to the cause, leaving the batteries in the car would lead to a great pyrotechnic show.
I would want the bleachers moved farther away then.
OK. Some random thoughts and responses. In 1966 I had just arrived to serve a year with the First Infantry Division in Vietnam, and we had primitive potty facilities. But no TP. Just comic books. Worked for me.
With acid reflux (from experience not any advice) my wife and I use what air we have let to exhale and then it clears. But always there is a time of total panic. Recently we have managed to wake before it has blocked our air. Perhaps a learned response.
And finally, about 73. That was ten years ago for me plus a few months. My uncle was 92 when he died and quite active until then. I hope to do as well. But my goal is to be quite active and healthy the day I die. And perhaps not even notice until afterwards.
I do want to use some forbitten words so often and as humor to remove their value to harm or distress anyone. Why let these people know when they cause pain? And for a while it was working. I still see some jokes as poison. I will not share them.
I assume by now Rachel has asked you to stop obsessively demonstrating what a disinterested Lexi is supposed to do with those two award-winning balls ("Damn it Lexi! These won the 2019 Pet Business Industry Recognition Award for exciting and functional design!") --- or, playing with them yourself. I suggest Lexi, probably being the extremely smart (mostly) Plott Hound, as I recall, would get more enjoyment out of watching you play with them.
“I don’t think that has the power to injure anymore for the simple reason that the ideas of Jews being “cheap” has disappeared.”
I must be stuck in the Depression then.
Heck yes. That has not died.
My friend, who now goes by “G”, says plaintively “What did I do?!”
I agree. Pants his parents, they are the culprits.
Do you suppose the Joffrey Ballet used to be the Geoffrey Ballet, but they changed the name cuz people kept getting confused?
I now feel that the Empress’s trip to Florida may include a mission from Gene. I might have to hide Geoff. That is, if there really is anyone named Geoff here.
I’m right with you on item 3. If you pants those Ge-offs, I’ll give them wedgies.
Dastardly evil cabal joins forces!
Hey, at least we agree on something.
Wrong clip. Where is Equine Ducklings?
I will bet you a beer that you don’t die this year. Deal?
A Jewish guy I once dated used to sing, to a familiar tune, "They asked me how I knew that you were a Jew. O-o-oh. I at once replied, 'Noses never lie . . .'" I think that was about all there was to it. Racist or making fun of the stereotype? Unfunny?
I'm just sayin' that EVERY man should be so lucky as to meet up with a genuine nymphomaniac.
Did you think a man was telling that anecdote?
It didn't really matter in the context of my comment.
I am the author of that anecdote, and I want to say that: 1. I am not a man; 2. it is entirely true, except that Ninon was not her name (I borrowed that name from the 17th-century courtesan Ninon de Lenclos, whose long and storied career generated many juicy anecdotes, none of them about hitchhiking); and 3. that experience very quickly taught me that many or indeed most men do not in fact consider themselves lucky to encounter such a person. They were all horrified, except the strange knife-wielding student.
Some things are best left as fantasy and that’s all I’m going to say on the matter.
Yes, indeed.
I’m now wondering if Ninon didn’t unwittingly save you both.
That's possible, but I don't think he was actually the guy. What really alarmed me was the it didn't seem to be his apartment. I have no idea what the actual situation was. Maybe you're right.
The important thing is, you (and hopefully Ninon, wherever she may be) have the luxury to look back and wonder years later.
That is true!
Ninon became (seriously!) a physical therapist. I think she must have retired by now.