“Can I get a bridge for this shot?”
Yes, that’s a billiards table. No, they weren’t playing billiards, they were blowing eggs. In Amsterdam. The Amsterdammers blow eggs, and they call it Eieren Blazen.
[Image and story found here.]
This is not an art class. It’s a conformity exercise in graphic plagiarism, and two kids in that class deserve an A. The *ahem* teacher deserves an F for taking the easy way out in order to please his/her employers and chumping the parents.
Please tell me I’m wrong.
[Found in here.]
I dunno. I kinda like the poster better.
[Found in here.]
What an ordeal.
We started hearing an unidentifiable *beep* from somewhere in the house, but it was of such short duration we couldn’t pinpoint the source. We timed it, and the missus and I positioned ourselves in various spots every 15 minutes attempting to triangulate it with no luck. We were hunting for an electronic cricket and after unplugging/dismantling every thing we knew that could beep, it kept recurring. We thought we we’d been pranked by a friend, cursed him while searching likely spots he might have hidden a quarter-sized “beeper.” No dice.
On a whim I opened up the FAU closet and found the culprit. There was the Verizon FIOS equipment, and every 15 minutes it was telling us that its backup battery was dead. Bastards.
So I reset the alarm, yanked the battery. Silence for 24 hours, and then it began again – every fifteen minutes. Hitting the reset button daily was a temporary solution, but we could finally get some sleep without that infernal beeping.
Perhaps it was just a coincidence, that I’d only imagined that the Utoobage was stuttering. Nah.
Nine days later, our landline and internest access crapped out. The landline came back, but internet access and WIFI was dead. I called Frontier Communications. Technicians would be out the following day between 8AM and 6PM (a tight window) so I took the following day off without pay, as did the Frontier Communications techs who didn’t bother to show up or call to cancel the appointment.
Buh-bye, Frontier Communications.
Time Warner Cable has been deluged with calls from disgruntled Verizon / Frontier Communications subscribers to set up new services, so we waited it out. Three “appointments” later, Time Warner Cable finally came through this morning.
I never realized how much we depend on internest access, and having to watch TV only added to the torture. Instead, I watched “End Of The Century” and “The Imitation Game,” and read Elliot Carson’s excellent book “Joe Rochefort’s War.”
Anyway, we’re back. Thanks for your patience, and we’ll try to make up for lost time.
[Related post here, and no, that’s not me in the .gif.]
Funny costume, but I dunno, Babs. Maybe you should teach something other than grammar, like DMFQ 101.
This one’s been sitting in our What-To-Do-With-This-File for several years now. It’s way past time we set it free.
All we can guess is that the owner of this black pervo-van knew exactly what he was doing after he re-upholstered the interior and dash with tufted blue and white carpet, installed a wet bar, string lights and a sound system with an 8-track player that plays nothing but Barry White’s Greatest Hits. But even that didn’t get the babes, so he took the obvious next step: GO STEALTH.