It takes me months to figure that out. I'll know by summer, I hope.
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It takes me months to figure that out. I'll know by summer, I hope.
It is NOT the winter of my discontent. In fact, I'm feeling downright ebullient.
I have gotten into making smoothies. I only mentioned this because I created a fascinating thixotropic solution the other day. It was VERY messy to drink, but anytime you get to use the word thixotropic correctly, you really should do so.
Years are always tough for me. I've been in the 2015 fiscal year since July 2014.
You start building a budget in November of 2015 (which is the 2016 fiscal year) for the 2017 fiscal year.
I've got a customer that has a PENSION year that starts in October - so it's been pension year 2015 since October 2014!
Who's on first?
Yeah, I try not to pay attention to that. We have a fiscal year that begins on July 1st, but I work on a contract that has a fiscal year beginning on October 1st, so I'm not even in synch with the agency I work for.
It's official: Louisville stinks.
Have you ever been to New Orleans?
P.u.
We used to hunt thixotropics. Up around Saratoga it was. Long horns they was. Ugly brutes.Quote:
Originally Posted by Shaggy Hiker
Yes. In the middle of summer. But not since Katrina.Quote:
Originally Posted by dday9
By far the worst-smelling city I ever encountered was Steubenville, Ohio in the early-'70s when the steel mills were still going strong. Pittsburgh, Cleveland and Youngstown all had a similar odor, but not nearly as bad.
There use to be a rice mill in Edgerly, LA. and when I was younger we'd visit a caretaker of a cemetery that my dad owned and I knew instantly when we were close.
A few years back, I was driving down a street and approaching a stoplight. Ahead of me was a large, high-sided, truck. There weren't any obvious markings on the truck, but as I got closer, I saw a hoof sticking up out of the top of the truck. So...it was carrying dead animals, and it was open, and the temperature was up around 100 degrees, and the light was red. I barely survived.
provo alone
That's getting kind of cheesy.
Knock Knock.
Who's there?
Queso.
Queso who?
(I'm not knocking cheese)
I had a somewhat similar experience that involved a friend's English foxhound and a pile of putrefied beaver carcasses that had been trapped, skinned and dumped on an abandoned railroad line we were hiking along on a hot summer day. The dog had suddenly disappeared and we soon found her happily rolling around in this godawful mess. We tried our best to rinse her off in a creek, but needless to say the long ride home in my beater cargo van (with no rear windows :sick: ) was quite difficult to endure.Quote:
Originally Posted by Shaggy Hiker
Ok, so who?Quote:
Originally Posted by Shaggy Hiker