Anything Thread

It is a real oldie. But, it was in one of those films, also.

In the spirit of 'anythingness'
I've got so much cooking to do starting tomorrow, i'm eating canned dinty moore stew. Yum. Delish.

Re: In the spirit of 'anythingness'


I love dinty moore stew. Don't need no crackers or nothin', just the stew, a bowl and a spoon.

My daughter will be feasting us tomorrow. She gave a reason why we are having a ham dinner, not sure exactly what it was, but we will cook our own turkey for the week end. Got to have my turkey, one way or t' other.

Will you all fit in the oven?

Not feasting ON us. Jeez.

What do ya think - Should I do all my posts in this color? I haven't seen where others have used it.

Its a little difficult to read edgar

It's no problem. You just click in and highlight it and it changes to a readable colour.

I bet you can't read this one.

Well blow me down.

No problemo. As I said, click in, and highlight the sentence and can easily read. :wink:

But can you read this?

Yo Bamotsweri Ngwanamalu me
Yo Bamotsweri Asi na pasa una tsw a haye
Haye maseru una satsebe
Kanto tsagauteng Bamotswara
Bamoken ya di tsepe
Bamoakgela hara se tokisi
Asa tsebe Nto tsa mona gauteng
Bamotswara ngwana malume
Bamotswara ngwana malume

yo mamma

A resident of the apartments has been driving me nuts for about three or four months. She claims her thermostat has to remain set on seventy six degrees, and maintain same, within a degree. Well, I've given her four or five new mercury thermostsats, plus three digital ones. I've made sure her coils are clean and that she has good air flow. Last month, I gave her a new condensor.

Sometimes, when I break off from a busy day to assist her, she will rush ahead of me and turn the a/c off. "I'm freezing," she explains. Often, when she does this, the thermometer will read 76 degrees, her target temperature. This morning, for a slight variation, the complaint was the heater, which is part of the a/c system, and is electric. So, I climbed out of bed, made a quick cup of coffee to drink on the way, and rushed over there. She said, "I was sweating all night long. That heater runs and runs, and won't get the right temperature."

I checked the thermometer. 74 degrees. The thermostat set on 76, but turned off. I turned it on and set the thermostat for 74 degrees. The heater turned itself off. I reset it for 76 degrees. Once on the 76 degree reading, the unit dutifully turned off.

I explained this to her. She accepted my words as correct, but, I know, only until the next episode.

After I went back home, I thought about this: Her bedroom is small. The air vent most likely blows directly on her at night. If I put a deflector on the vent, that might solve the winter night time problem. Trouble is, the weather veers sharply from very warm to pretty darned cold, all winter and much of spring. In the event I install said deflector, I will most likely be putting it up and down, perhaps three or four times per week. Still, it seems worth pursuing, at least until we see if she benefits from it.

She's off for several days, by plane. Think I shall approach her, when she gets home.

Sure, no problem reading it, but the understanding might be rather lacking.

C'mon, admit it! You're gonna miss this stuff when you retire from that job.

I bet you'll sneak back there just to get your daily fix of this doodoo. :wink:

Edgar is a compassionate poet.

True, but one can hold one's dominion only for so long, ya know. :wink:

Reyn--

Unlike Edgar, you are a man with mortal limits.