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I don't use a pin. I use a thumb tack.
The banks kind of hate it, since it messes up the ATM keyboard, but it's safer...cause it doesn't access anything.
I use facial recognition. I look at the ATM and it welcomes me by name. Then I give it a look signifying no cash on me and broke. So it gives me money based upon how broke I look :lol:
That's explains it.
I went to the ATM just yesterday. It said, "Hello, RobDogg. Here's $300."
Thanks, by the way.
A cousin, perhaps?
This post is not worth reading.
True, but by then we've all read it. :spam:
Next time I'm at the ATM I'll only take $399 from your account with that voice recognition thing.
So, it's a cold and blustery day out here, perfect for trimming the hedges. The reason I wait for a cold day in fall (blustery is not a requirement) is that there are a LOT of wasps that build small nests in the hedges. These are not particularly aggressive wasps. I've run the hedge trimmer through an active nest without being stung. I think they realized it was just an accident. Still, they DO sting. Fortunately, by this temperature, they should all be tucked away for the winter in whatever place they choose. One time, they chose a work glove, and were sorely annoyed when my hand joined them. I was kind of sore after that, too.
Anyways, I trimmed the hedges and found numerous, abandoned, nests, as I expected. After that, I started raking things up. Along the way, I got the distinct feeling that something was in my pant leg. More alarming, it appeared to be moving upwards. At first I thought it was just a branch, but when attempting to shake it out, caused it to rise higher up my leg, which made me change my assumption. After all, whatever it was seemed fairly large, and was headed towards warmer, and more sensitive, areas.
At that point, all thoughts of raking left. I wasn't willing to drop trou' in my suburban driveway, though I was tempted. Instead, I headed with all due decorum towards the garage (it took me some time to find one of my gloves, afterwards, which was due to the decorum of my departure). I hit the button to close the garage door, but was unwilling to wait that eternity, so I entered the house and whipped my pants down...and it was a branch from the hedge. The exact physics of this motion is something I can only speculate about. During my minute of panic, the fairly small branch had managed to work its way from my ankle up to mid-thigh, simply by some kind of ratcheting action against cloth and skin.
Interesting afternoon of activity.
You're lucky. Here it's either raining or drizzling or drizzling or raining. Everywhere and everything is wet. Never mind hedge trimming, can't even get up the leaves they're so wet. Blowing doesn't move them and sucking just clogs up the works! Ahhhhhhh.Quote:
So, it's a cold and blustery day out here, perfect for trimming the hedges.
I live in a desert. Yesterday had a forecast that said a 100% chance of rain. In many places, that would mean that it was going to rain all, or most of, the day. Out here, though, that meant that the ground was going to get wet at some point. As it turned out, it really DID get wet. Some areas got considerable amounts of rain...but by evening, it was partly sunny and things had dried out.
When we get a rainy day, here, I like to sit in my living room and watch it rain. I've been out in it so much that being able to be warm and dry while it rains is wonderful, but in this area, it's so doggone rare that whenever it happens, you have to pay attention quick, cause it won't last.
and then there's all the sudden bangs as the tree nuts get blown onto the house glass windows and trying to walk outside without stepping on piles of nuts and ...
I have 4 Beech trees, a Lime and a Sycamore
I'm writing a little article on creating memes.... yeah, pretty basic. Here is an example meme.... I'm only posting because it included the bbcode link :)....
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Not just basic, it's visual, too.
That's the basic truth.