Like the Spanish Inquisition, that interchange surprised me.
I dunno, I kind of did expect it... or rather, I have learned to expect the unexpected from some of my friends here.
dys was just demonstrating some of his fine workmanship
"Work, Feynman! Ship!"
It was then that Richard decided that his position in shipping and receiving at Sears & Roebuck was not for him. The world of physics would never be the same.
dog ssleb.
god sled.
ho ho ho!
Outside of a dog, a book is probably man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. - Groucho Marx
Unless you read braille, of course.
Cutting away to say that I once fantasized doing yard designs, that is, figuring out certain constants in needs of homeowners and coming up with patterns, and then purveying them in some way via a Sears & Roebucklike venue, as they did do insurance and tires, at relatively low fee and some usefulness... since my field is generally geared to those with some money in the bank, at least re residential design, and I am not myself so much.
Never did work that up.
Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow. - Jeff Valdez
Someone who hates children and dogs can't be all bad. -- W.C. Fields
Reading nightly the tome, Dog is my co-pilot.
Mostly I like it.
Especially the piece about a fellow getting his guide dog.
Some of it is so odd I like it, the bit about Diana Frick.
I guess I recommend it, somewhat.
Osso, are you sure? <grin>
Yeah. Sur-ish.
I guess I got spooked by my business partner giving it to me: central to it is a woman dying of breast cancer with a corgi by her side at every moment never barking.
I had breast cancer, over it, I insist, and my corgi barks. Given my business partner and my present relationship, this is a semiloaded gift. I may be blind one day, with any luck when I am 98 or 112, quite a while yet, and there is this whole piece about blind folks not being, er, self absorbed, grabbing onto moving out into society with a dog. (which I admire and am for, of course). I rarely mention this stuff in real life, very quiet about it. Close to no one in this town knows about my eyes, and only three or four people know about the bc routine, three of those being my mds.
I have lived through a bunch of stuff fairly lightly self absorbed, thank you, and don't like pumping to get over myself.
Ah, that is not the way of the book, but I take it as the message, based on other stuff, of my getting the book.
Well, there is subtext here, which I don't want to drag y'all through.
The book itself is not chopped liver.
shame. us doggies like chopped liver, don't we?
(osso? self-absorbed? for shame...)
(at any rate, 'tis better to be absorbed in oneself than to be a busybody...)
Skipping past my absorbancy, let us not dwell on my frailties. Mostly I am straightforward here and now.
Where shall we dwell next?
