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Post by Mare on Jul 28, 2021 1:00:27 GMT
I've just bought my eldest daughter a pair of work shoes. Her fast-food joint requires non-skid footwear. It's her first paying job, and she starts tomorrow -- two days after her sweet 16. That's two down, and two to go! At this point, they can start buying some clothes of their own, headphones, tablets, etc. My savings go into my retirement fund. Good luck to your daughter at her new job! Also:
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Post by miles on Jul 29, 2021 16:23:43 GMT
I bought a pair of shoes. I had worn the last pair a year and a half. The new ones feel funny. Funny as in odd or funny- ha ha? Remember when we were kids and if we said our new shoes either hurt or felt funny our parents would say "They'll break in"? My mom said that. I was fortunate to have a dad who would take the shoes to his workbench and use his leather tools to help the shoes to break in. I remember leather shoes, long time since I wore any. My new shoes are feeling better.
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Post by Mare on Jul 29, 2021 23:32:20 GMT
I remember leather shoes, long time since I wore any. My new shoes are feeling better. Oh, good!
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Post by miles on Jul 29, 2021 23:41:11 GMT
You know how ants have this great rep for being industrious. Sure, they're always on the go. But I was watching one today, that insect was just going around endlessly in circles, stopping, going back to where he was before and then making some other futile effort to figure out where he's going and what he's doing.
They say ants are triggered by chemicals left by other ants. I guess this tragic example was too far from those good ant chemicals.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 30, 2021 1:08:46 GMT
That reminds me of the odd phenomenon of drawing a circle in ink around an ant and watching it trying to escape while bouncing off the walls of its ink cells. A friend of mine did this once, as I had heard of this but never seen the idea in action. Fortunately, the ant did escape, and I'm pretty sure I heard a faint, "Fuck you," as it crawled off the classroom desk.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 30, 2021 1:09:52 GMT
That last post was insignificANT.
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Post by donavan on Jul 30, 2021 4:55:11 GMT
Surprisingly some ants can grow really big. I think they are called elephants.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 30, 2021 15:47:02 GMT
Such antics.
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Post by miles on Jul 30, 2021 23:56:02 GMT
Let's remember our antecedents.
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Post by miles on Jul 31, 2021 1:27:24 GMT
And another thing.
Back in the 80s, my wife and I lived in a 4 plex, in one of 4 small 1 bedroom apts, in a rickety termite infested building. Nice trees though, giant old oaks everywhere. Directly across from us, past a walkway and hedges, was an identical 4 plex and 4 sets of renters. We all got along well enough. A few years into our residency, there seemed a clear difference between the plexes. Everyone on our side was industrious, had jobs (my gallery pressuring me for product made me ANT like.) Our side generally avoided dramatic outbursts, screaming fights, leaving the doors and windows open when you are having sex. Unlike the facing building. We referred to our side as THE ANT BUILDING. Based on the Aesop story with the grasshopper, you know it. So what was the other side referred to as. Due to the behavior of particular prominent tenANTS, it became THE SQUIRRELY BUILDING. So we identified with ANTS, rather odd in retrospect. Probably accurate.
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Post by bluedemon25 on Jul 31, 2021 4:11:49 GMT
This post isn't particularly meaningful, but in the insignificant thread that's no reason to be pedANTic
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Post by bluedemon25 on Jul 31, 2021 4:57:26 GMT
Surprisingly some ants can grow really big. I think they are called elephants. I think that's a special ant called having a lot of junk in your trunk ant.
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Post by miles on Aug 1, 2021 19:04:13 GMT
This post isn't particularly meaningful, but in the insignificant thread that's no reason to be pedANTicWhich explains why I keep some things obscure. Eventually the paradigm shifted, a real squirrly dude moved in on our side. He was a wanna be rock star and great fun, but totally devoid of ant mojo.
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Post by Mare on Aug 3, 2021 0:57:58 GMT
Which explains why I keep some things obscure. Eventually the paradigm shifted, a real squirrly dude moved in on our side. He was a wanna be rock star and great fun, but totally devoid of ant mojo. Oh, the checks and balances of karma. Miles, what you said about the chemical residue left by other ants and the crazy time the ant you observed had with the message left...makes me think of Mr. Partridge's lyrics: "Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers, Nurses, queens and drones. Wish they'd leave my head tonight, And let me rest my bones." That poor ant. P.S. Someplace, there must be a quiet, safe, mosquito and cockroach free neighborhood for me. I feel like I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by miles on Aug 3, 2021 19:35:40 GMT
Which explains why I keep some things obscure. Eventually the paradigm shifted, a real squirrly dude moved in on our side. He was a wanna be rock star and great fun, but totally devoid of ant mojo. Oh, the checks and balances of karma. Miles, what you said about the chemical residue left by other ants and the crazy time the ant you observed had with the message left...makes me think of Mr. Partridge's lyrics: "Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers, Nurses, queens and drones. Wish they'd leave my head tonight, And let me rest my bones." That poor ant. P.S. Someplace, there must be a quiet, safe, mosquito and cockroach free neighborhood for me. I feel like I'm living a nightmare. I'm sorry Mare. That is terrible. I've lived with both pests, but not at the same time. There are few things worse than trying to sleep, and having that constant buzzing hovering over you, while they plan their landing.
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