tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037641.post6454974851779702585..comments2023-09-07T08:13:32.442-07:00Comments on Powellhurst: Must we REALLY?Martinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08919215971601240222noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037641.post-79355016935405419802007-08-12T08:42:00.000-07:002007-08-12T08:42:00.000-07:00Bah! I would become totally unhinged if I had to h...Bah! I would become totally unhinged if I had to hear it at home too. It's bad enough at work! I'm not sure if it was because I was really busy this past week and not paying attention or if usage really went down, but it's been better. We have a new person in our office, which I'm hoping will shift the balance (though it probably won't too much, since she's in another department). Still, I am cautiously optimistic about her presence. She is new in town and actually excited about seeing Powell's, has cool hair, reads tarot and recognizes that there is cheese in the world of the non-whiz variety. All good signs, if you ask me! It's good that you got out of that apartment between the gittin' 'er done and the weird dreams, it sounds like you have a much better situation now!Martinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08919215971601240222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037641.post-20947115283563602562007-08-12T08:40:00.000-07:002007-08-12T08:40:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14000688079213538281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037641.post-7439791784666389652007-08-09T13:43:00.000-07:002007-08-09T13:43:00.000-07:00Never, ever, visit Vancouver. For in Vancouver, yo...Never, ever, visit Vancouver. For in Vancouver, you will hear that dreaded phrase uttered even more often by witless hillbilly wanna-be's... and lest that not horrify you enough, there is a big ugly red truck that resides somewhere in town with a gigantuous sticker across the back window that reads... well I won't spell it out... but you know what it reads.<BR/><BR/>Once, when I lived in the apartment, I was hanging out down by the, well, what hillbillies refer to as "the cement swimming pond", there was a group of teens who found it tremendously funny to utter this forbidden phrase AD NAUSEUM very loudly all day long. They were the kids that didn't really "live" there, but were visiting their "uncles" who raised pit-bulls out of the apartment and had "bbq's" on the lawn complete with weiners and massive amounts of BUD LIGHT. <BR/><BR/>When they weren't busy belly-flopping into the "cement swimming hole" in their cut-off dungarees and sleeveless (insert beer/truck/football logo here) shirts, they could be heard sporting that famous chant loud and clear for all to hear.<BR/><BR/>makes you cry, and so very proud to be a 'mericun (that's 'American' to you and me).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037641.post-69697781660320793572007-08-08T08:11:00.000-07:002007-08-08T08:11:00.000-07:00What is with that house and dudes? Does it reject ...What is with that house and dudes? Does it reject non-dude occupants or maybe swallow them into the septic tank, never to be heard from again? Maybe you should write a horror novel called "The Curse of Dude House". Novels aside, your stapler idea is a decidedly sensible one. I want to be ready and to feel the advantages of aerodynamics (open stapler) over heft (closed)deep in my bones before I go on my spree. You can call me crazy, but I won't be called unprepared!Martinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08919215971601240222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037641.post-67546053995046762482007-08-07T22:46:00.000-07:002007-08-07T22:46:00.000-07:00Did I tell you that the new dudes across the stree...Did I tell you that the new dudes across the street fancy themselves hilarious blue collar comedians? They are, sadly, completely deluded. You could practice your swingline assault on them before you take it live. (they would be easy practice as they are slow-moving and predictable.)Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16998413591822017096noreply@blogger.com