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Post by bimble on Jul 16, 2015 19:19:15 GMT
The pint that thinks it's a quart? Rock on, Tommy!
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 16, 2015 20:52:31 GMT
A fitting advertising slogan for the cranky pill: A bitter pill to swallow.
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Post by simpleton01 on Jul 16, 2015 22:54:12 GMT
I live 3.5 miles from work. I walk or ride my bike every day. I've been biking it a lot lately, mainly because I can leave for work later, but when fall arrives, I start walking more. I listen to lots of podcasts (and music) while I stroll. The trip to and from (especially from) work is my favorite part of the day. I feel very fortunate to cross Rattlesnake Creek and walk through Greenough Park every single day.
I have often thought that I should photograph my entire route, because I like it so much. And then I think, no, you're a dumbass, nobody else would appreciate it. Besides, I say to myself, look at that fucking church Mr Tein gets to see every day! How could you compete with that? And I answer, it's not a fucking competition, you idiot. And then I pet a puppy, and I feel better.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Oct 3, 2015 2:49:47 GMT
I don't see many falcons in southern Ohio, but there is one who enjoys roosting on a specific road sign that I have to pass every day to work, brightening an otherwise dreary trip. Funny that I found this picture under the heading "Falcons Attacking Mailmen." And I thought mailmen only had to worry about dogs--that and lonely housewives.
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Post by donavan on Nov 24, 2015 4:59:31 GMT
The public transport system I use is a disgrace. Everyday is a battle with late and cancelled trains and buses and the bad weather hasn't kicked in yet. It's getting me down.
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Post by donavan on Nov 24, 2015 6:37:24 GMT
Guess what, my train is cancelled. Again. Ridiculous.
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Post by peggs on Nov 24, 2015 11:44:37 GMT
Replacement bus service to the rescue!
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Post by donavan on Nov 24, 2015 12:09:51 GMT
No chance, a 45 minute wait in the rain for the next train. Brrrrr!
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Post by longinglook on Nov 24, 2015 13:06:36 GMT
Because I have the time management skills of Dagwood Bumstead in the morning, I travel on the Earhart Expressway every work day. Perhaps the least scenic route in all of North America. Google it, if you don't believe me. It is the quickest route Uptown, though
If Amelia Earhart had been forced to drive on the Earhart Expressway s often as I do, she would have disappeared much sooner than she did.
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Post by Nonsuch Ned on Nov 24, 2015 13:59:51 GMT
I hate commuting and will go out of my way to avoid it. For instance, when I went back to work this year it was "just" 40 miles away from where I was living. I was living with my parents to save money during unemployment, but it was decent set-up and certainly could have saved money staying there or getting a cheaper place near them... but that 40 miles is a killer. Sometimes literally... Fiery crash on I-75 in Gainesville kills 1^^^That was during rush hour, probably someone rushing home cut off the semi as they were exiting and he ended up crashing and literally burning. Not the only deadly crash on that highway between my workplace and my parent's place. In the two months I did commute there were at least two other semi truck related huge crashes on that stretch. So, yeah... I got an apartment less than a mile away, I go home for lunch every day, sometimes bike there, sometimes walk. I pay a lot of bills I wouldn't have to if I shared with my parents. But I don't deal with that horrid traffic. My previous major employment was also less than a mile away.
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Post by donavan on Mar 2, 2016 18:30:13 GMT
If thirty year old unreliable electric trains are the answer, what was the question?
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Post by Introvertigroo on Mar 3, 2016 0:34:37 GMT
I think I am setting some kind of record for most times nearly getting hit while driving to work by some dipshit driver who doesn't understand the concept of the stop sign. Four times in four days this week. I am glad I have the next two days off, although that probably means someone will drive through my living room.
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Post by Dr Hugbine on Mar 4, 2016 12:12:50 GMT
Four days out of five, my route to work is out the front door of my Scottish farmhouse, and a sharp left turn into the (converted) cowshed. Sometimes I put on a hat. I used to occasionally do this with my pyjamas on if there were urgent emails to address but I would sometimes discover myself still attired this way at bedtime, so now I always shave, shower and dress, even if it's just for me (and the late cows). Three days in fifteen, I'm in London, and walk along Regent's Canal or Clifton Road from Little Venice to Maida Vale. This contrast makes me appreciate my alternate existence.
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Post by Nonsuch Ned on Mar 5, 2016 14:38:06 GMT
... although that probably means someone will drive through my living room. That happened to my current co-worker. Twice in two months... by the same elderly neighbor gunning the gas, crossing the road and traversing a wide swath of lawn and backing into adjacent spots on her outside wall. She was just about done fixing the one area when the neighbor did the other. Amazingly, the woman is still driving. Interestingly my previous co-worker also had someone ram into her house. Also elderly, but that person was having a heart-attack... and that coworker's's neighbor also had a moped driver swerve into their yard and run into a tree (tragically killing himself). ..."I had a dream where the car is reduced to a fossil"
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Post by peggs on Mar 7, 2016 19:14:16 GMT
Four days out of five, my route to work is out the front door of my Scottish farmhouse, and a sharp left turn into the (converted) cowshed. Sometimes I put on a hat. I used to occasionally do this with my pyjamas on if there were urgent emails to address but I would sometimes discover myself still attired this way at bedtime, so now I always shave, shower and dress, even if it's just for me (and the late cows). Three days in fifteen, I'm in London, and walk along Regent's Canal or Clifton Road from Little Venice to Maida Vale. This contrast makes me appreciate my alternate existence. It sounds like you are living the dream, Dr. Hugbine. The world turns and once again my daily commute is made by bicycle...well, it will be beginning tomorrow. Yippee! Rain coat, pants, hat; check. Rain covers for shoes; after much searching I think they will be a DIY project.
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