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Post by donavan on Apr 27, 2020 22:53:49 GMT
Earn Erupt for Us
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Post by miles on May 22, 2020 19:52:52 GMT
Most of us are familiar with the religious missionaries who arrive at our front door to "have a conversation about what is going on in the world." If you take the bait, they will enthusiastically explain how all the bad shit going on is just fine, it is part of god's plan etc. I don't hate them, they are just annoying.
So yesterday I got a letter from one of them. A page long, neatly hand written, on lined paper, explaining how they have been unable to go door to door, but they are still available to have "the conversation." As much as I still find them deluded, it struck me as being sweet in a way.
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Post by donavan on May 23, 2020 0:19:05 GMT
I had two women knock at my door years ago. I thanked them for inviting me to their church but politely declined. Then my young daughter appeared and wanted a hug. I lifted her up and said farewell to my visitors. They walked away but turned back and said, but how will your daughter know right from wrong? I said goodbye again. On the flip side. I moved into a flat when I was just out my teens. I had a knock on the door that produced the local Vicar. He said if you wanna come to church great but if you just want to know where the best pubs are or a decent chippy then just knock on. Proper religion.
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Post by Introvertigroo on May 23, 2020 3:10:37 GMT
I am glad for that no one has appeared during the coronavirus outbreak to sell a religion I am not interested in. On the other hand, the ice cream truck has been patrolling the neighborhood, and this was before Ohio relaxed its quarantine rules.
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Post by miles on May 23, 2020 17:57:42 GMT
I am glad for that no one has appeared during the coronavirus outbreak to sell a religion I am not interested in. On the other hand, the ice cream truck has been patrolling the neighborhood, and this was before Ohio relaxed its quarantine rules. I always thought ice cream trucks were like drug dealers. Except with more advertising.
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Post by Introvertigroo on May 23, 2020 18:19:57 GMT
And much worse music.
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Post by donavan on May 23, 2020 22:59:38 GMT
I like the music they make. The bells, they make me deaf you know. I'm not an elephant, I just want an ice cream.
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Post by miles on May 23, 2020 23:03:49 GMT
Back in Santa Rosa we had an ice cream truck. They only played one song, a mutant, deconstructed version of Turkey in the Straw. Kill the DJ.
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Post by donavan on May 23, 2020 23:19:16 GMT
Can I have crushed nuts on that please?
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Post by Introvertigroo on May 24, 2020 0:54:29 GMT
Thunderstorm rolling in--I hope my electricity remains on so I can continue to regale everyone with my sophomoric wit.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Jun 1, 2020 22:28:48 GMT
I love my post-punk Amazon station on Alexa.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Jun 1, 2020 23:10:33 GMT
Doesn't it creep you out, Intro, that we're both online trading quips with 35 lurkers -- yes, 35 at current count! -- reading us?
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jun 1, 2020 23:12:12 GMT
Not really--maybe I am an exhibitionist.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Jun 1, 2020 23:16:57 GMT
You shoulda been a teacher or a politician -- one of the good ones, just so's you could stand out in defeat.
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Post by miles on Jun 5, 2020 17:11:09 GMT
A few days ago, back at the height of the smash and grab action, a friend sent me a twitter video post of a guy looting in Eugene. White guy who looks about 18, staggers out of a Jimmy John's carrying a gallon jar of Mayonnaise. He seemed very proud of himself. In the comments section, someone said he should have stolen a big jar of the peppers instead. Most of serious shit went on up in Portland. Our anarchists settle for mayo.
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