And yet another nobody bureaucrat finds out that they
can’t make up laws as they go… I suspect he’ll either
quit or face charges.
Figures, the Admiral says “Kill yourselves!” and the
smart one shows up and shuts him down. He’s lucky
the HH didn’t blow his head off. I wouldn’t be
surprised if the admiral suddenly sprint down
to the escape pods after the orders were given!
P4, if I remember right, that includes hotels
and other such businesses. But if they want,
they could go through the process of getting
it rezoned. The idea is solid, either way they go.
They were talking about using the land for the
space port, but supporting one is just as good,
once it’s built and starts to take off. It’ll be
rough at first, but any businesses are like that.
no, not hotels… hotels are zoned away from (close to but not in) …
as to why you don’t see hotels in theme park.!
they want you spending money elsewhere.! mom spa day..
no big lose. but family of 4, spend time in pool (paid for)
OR spend boocoo on the “Water Park” next door…
also to close to club turns into buy the hour… (motel)
I’ve been to Bush gardens and spent a little time in Disney in Florida
(Mother had a panic attack, got cut short) and both places had hotels
on campus, if it’s been changed I knew nothing about it. Sadly with
my job(s) I couldn’t get away long enough to take my kids to them.
there is always exceptions to the rule.! and one of them is “Resort”…
hotels are at the edge of the park, and you can get a good sleep.
resorts are not, and no guaranty on sleeping, as stuff is always going on.!!!
yes, yes parks “close” so you can put kids to bed,. but you have peak
hours (usually 11pm) , then you have ‘after dark’ (1am),. and special events
which close ‘when complete.’
“My gun and lack of enthusiasm for a war crime and ignoble death
outranks your red and white vest.”
Very reminiscent of the ending of the Uplift War by David Brin.
Probably the best source of information and analysis of the situation in modern China: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1G8shAL5GB0
Plus, she’s intelligent, clear speaking, and cute. Her occasional trouble with English words
is as entertaining as her channel.
Yesterday, I renewed my vehicle registrations, (Two cars, two trailers and a motorcycle),
renewed my carry permit, and bought groceries. My interactions with people were very
fun. I figure if I can leave them laughing, I did good.
At the grocery store, the woman and child at the checkout in front of me
were trying to buy $84.00 worth of groceries, but her EBT card wouldn’t work.
I looked in her cart, and it was all real food… except for some ice cream and cookies, but
hey, she had a kid. About 8yo.
End of the month, y’know. They both looked pretty sad.
So I stepped up, said “I think your machine is broken”, and slid my debit card in. It worked fine.
“Eh, it’s too much trouble to cancel a transaction. Go ahead and run it.”
The woman looked at me as if she couldn’t believe what was happening, and started trying
to thank me. I told her not to bother.
“Lady, I’ve been an asshole most of my life. I’m just trying to buy my way into Heaven.”
She gave me a… look, and said “I think you’ll make it.”
Now, there’s a point to this story, it’s not about me, it’s about Karma. I didn’t know that
a floor manager was standing behind me, watching. Be patient, guys.
I go to this store because they have a deli, and I love pepperoni. So I’ll usually buy two
logs and have them sliced. About $40.00 for both.
Manager walked up to the cashier, pointed at the two pepperoni entries, and said
“Store credit on these.” Then she looked at me, said “I might need a little help
getting into Heaven, myself.” Grinned and walked away.
Out in the parking lot, hot afternoon, the cart guy saw me sitting on my bumper,
catching a break, walked over and loaded the groceries into the van for me.
People are great.
Got home, barely managed to get the cold stuff into the house and stowed away
before collapsing into my chair with a glass of iced tea. I was wasted, for real.
Room temperature stuff is still in the van.
I think I’ll hire someone to go grocery shopping with me next time.
My philosophy has been the same as Jonathan Walker’s:
“I can’t clean up the world, but I can sweep up my own little corner.”
It’s just that sometimes I look up and there’s a total stranger standing
in my corner with a bewildered look on their face…
I’ve done the same many times, when I can help, I’ll do it. Once.
Sometimes you get people that will think you’ll do it all the time.
I got that a few times back home, one gal started cussing me
when I told her I couldn’t this time.
I started using “Instacart,” it’s a service thaat you place an order
from the store, they pick it up and bring it to the house. it’s handy
for people like me that can’t walk for long periods. I HATE those
stupid electric shopping carts, damned snail-paced road blocks….
I think it’s http://www.instacart.com to sign up, there’s an annual fee
and a delivery charge if you don’t order enough. But the cost is
the same as your time and the gas to go to the stores.
Damn. I really gotta get reading glasses one day. When I can afford em.
At first I thought you said you sent him 2 nudes and wanted to know
what he thought. >.<
I get cheap one’s from Dollar Store, they cost $7.
You can find them on Amazon for $15-18. I use
either 2.0 or 1.75, it gives you clear enough to read
without having to lean close.
Well… I wanted to go shopping today. Lowe’s for some shelving, Harbor freight for a couple
of hanging shop LED lights, Golden Corral for lunch, etc.
Woke up and my clock said it was 3:30. Shit. I’m late.
Came into my computer room and clock there said 0330.
Shit. I’m early.
So here I sit. It’s cool outside, so I unloaded the rest of the groceries.
…
I’ve always had nightmares, ones that I couldn’t remember any details after I woke up.
But I’ve been having really vivid, easily remembered dreams lately. Good dreams.
I’m always been on a motorcycle, traveling around, interacting with people. Last night I found
myself in a coastal town, and a Puerto Rican girl who reminded me of the musician Mean Mary
(But Mary is Native American, if that makes any sense).
Give her a listen, she’s amazing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CNB5OLUPM0
She had shown me the cove, and we were talking about her showing me the rest of the area later.
Anyway, it’s weird. In my previous dream, Teresa was there. She called me Mr. Walker.
I’m starting to wonder – where have my nightmares gone? Why am I having so many good dreams?
Why am I remembering them so well? Is this just the random firing of my brain’s synapses?
Or are these dreams, me doing things I love, having good times with people I care about…
a foretaste of the afterlife? I hope so.
In them, I’m young, fit, healthy… and happy.
Is my webcomic based on things that my brain knows, but I don’t, yet?
It’s weird, but not at all frightening. More hopeful.
I hope my dreams are a view of my future afterlife, I love it there.
What do you guys think? Am I losing my mind?
Not really, I understand what you are talking about, when I was a teen,
I had NM’s of those events, they plagued me for years. Then as a young man,
my car accident was the main “driver” of those, more so when my wife joined me,
they added her. During those days I learned how to “lucid dream” and managed to take
some control.
It’s not truly sleeping, but close enough. You’re in a state where you’re almost awake,
but not quite, and can take an “observer” outlook, rather than a helpless participant.
Or in one case, a really badly written one. The “Naked Fatmen from Space” I’m not
joking, I was on pain-killer following my first C surgery, and that was the dream I had,
the worse B monster movie, EVER! I woke myself up… Yes I gave it a name.
Seemed fitting,
The major thing was it started with the wall of our living room disappeared, and in the
distance a “blob” of green dripped from the sky. when it landed, it was alien fat guys
trying to run to attack us. I punched one, and my fist splattered it’s guts,
I told myself “Oh HELL NO!” and got up and had a cup of coffee.
Look into lucid dreaming it might help you.
It kinda sounds like this comic has taken so much of your thinking and having Trump
keeping his promises that it’s giving you hope for the future, which isn’t a bad thing.
Having PTSD nightmares are common in anyone that’s been in the service,
so having themed dreams of hope only shows that you’re stable and enjoying life.
I for one would love to be 22 again!
Who wouldn’t?
“22 again!” .. depends on the rules. have the body of a 22 year old then maybe..
or go back an live life over, but change nothing, then NO.. i really don’t want to
see those 100s of people (including wife) die again… or start over now with a
new 22 year old body, starting over from scratch AGAIN,. no thanks…
That was my thought, I was at my prime then,
the only other difference was it was before my
wife and I got together. I’m just talking about
the body, I have too much I’d not want to forget
both good and bad, never give up a lesson learned.
And the feces hits the air circulator in both sets.
And yet another nobody bureaucrat finds out that they
can’t make up laws as they go… I suspect he’ll either
quit or face charges.
Figures, the Admiral says “Kill yourselves!” and the
smart one shows up and shuts him down. He’s lucky
the HH didn’t blow his head off. I wouldn’t be
surprised if the admiral suddenly sprint down
to the escape pods after the orders were given!
panel 8 bottom left,, he won’t be needing a pod.!
unless thats what they call a ‘bodybag’…
Oh. Good eye there, Rob!
Admiral, exit stage low left.
Ah, I missed that, no great loss there.
P4, if I remember right, that includes hotels
and other such businesses. But if they want,
they could go through the process of getting
it rezoned. The idea is solid, either way they go.
A recreational and tourism zone close to a spaceport and trading hub
with crews from other planets waiting to get their ships loaded and
unloaded?
They were talking about using the land for the
space port, but supporting one is just as good,
once it’s built and starts to take off. It’ll be
rough at first, but any businesses are like that.
no, not hotels… hotels are zoned away from (close to but not in) …
as to why you don’t see hotels in theme park.!
they want you spending money elsewhere.! mom spa day..
no big lose. but family of 4, spend time in pool (paid for)
OR spend boocoo on the “Water Park” next door…
also to close to club turns into buy the hour… (motel)
I’ve been to Bush gardens and spent a little time in Disney in Florida
(Mother had a panic attack, got cut short) and both places had hotels
on campus, if it’s been changed I knew nothing about it. Sadly with
my job(s) I couldn’t get away long enough to take my kids to them.
there is always exceptions to the rule.! and one of them is “Resort”…
hotels are at the edge of the park, and you can get a good sleep.
resorts are not, and no guaranty on sleeping, as stuff is always going on.!!!
yes, yes parks “close” so you can put kids to bed,. but you have peak
hours (usually 11pm) , then you have ‘after dark’ (1am),. and special events
which close ‘when complete.’
“My gun and lack of enthusiasm for a war crime and ignoble death
outranks your red and white vest.”
Very reminiscent of the ending of the Uplift War by David Brin.
Probably the best source of information and analysis of the situation in modern China:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1G8shAL5GB0
Plus, she’s intelligent, clear speaking, and cute. Her occasional trouble with English words
is as entertaining as her channel.
Yesterday, I renewed my vehicle registrations, (Two cars, two trailers and a motorcycle),
renewed my carry permit, and bought groceries. My interactions with people were very
fun. I figure if I can leave them laughing, I did good.
At the grocery store, the woman and child at the checkout in front of me
were trying to buy $84.00 worth of groceries, but her EBT card wouldn’t work.
I looked in her cart, and it was all real food… except for some ice cream and cookies, but
hey, she had a kid. About 8yo.
End of the month, y’know. They both looked pretty sad.
So I stepped up, said “I think your machine is broken”, and slid my debit card in. It worked fine.
“Eh, it’s too much trouble to cancel a transaction. Go ahead and run it.”
The woman looked at me as if she couldn’t believe what was happening, and started trying
to thank me. I told her not to bother.
“Lady, I’ve been an asshole most of my life. I’m just trying to buy my way into Heaven.”
She gave me a… look, and said “I think you’ll make it.”
Now, there’s a point to this story, it’s not about me, it’s about Karma. I didn’t know that
a floor manager was standing behind me, watching. Be patient, guys.
I go to this store because they have a deli, and I love pepperoni. So I’ll usually buy two
logs and have them sliced. About $40.00 for both.
Manager walked up to the cashier, pointed at the two pepperoni entries, and said
“Store credit on these.” Then she looked at me, said “I might need a little help
getting into Heaven, myself.” Grinned and walked away.
Out in the parking lot, hot afternoon, the cart guy saw me sitting on my bumper,
catching a break, walked over and loaded the groceries into the van for me.
People are great.
Got home, barely managed to get the cold stuff into the house and stowed away
before collapsing into my chair with a glass of iced tea. I was wasted, for real.
Room temperature stuff is still in the van.
I think I’ll hire someone to go grocery shopping with me next time.
You’re a good man, PC.
I’m betting you’ve been forced to be an asshole your whole life.
I’m not really antisocial,
it’s just that I was never taught how to be social.
My childhood was seriously… bent.
PC, you are a good man. Sometimes a it idealistic about your fellow sentient,
and sometimes a bit cynical, so it pretty much balances out.
Me, I try to do good, but often fall short of even my expectations, but when I can,
I always help others.
My philosophy has been the same as Jonathan Walker’s:
“I can’t clean up the world, but I can sweep up my own little corner.”
It’s just that sometimes I look up and there’s a total stranger standing
in my corner with a bewildered look on their face…
I’ve done the same many times, when I can help, I’ll do it. Once.
Sometimes you get people that will think you’ll do it all the time.
I got that a few times back home, one gal started cussing me
when I told her I couldn’t this time.
I started using “Instacart,” it’s a service thaat you place an order
from the store, they pick it up and bring it to the house. it’s handy
for people like me that can’t walk for long periods. I HATE those
stupid electric shopping carts, damned snail-paced road blocks….
I think it’s http://www.instacart.com to sign up, there’s an annual fee
and a delivery charge if you don’t order enough. But the cost is
the same as your time and the gas to go to the stores.
Catman,
Please check your email. I have sent you 2 email notes and need replies. TIA
Damn. I really gotta get reading glasses one day. When I can afford em.
At first I thought you said you sent him 2 nudes and wanted to know
what he thought. >.<
I get cheap one’s from Dollar Store, they cost $7.
You can find them on Amazon for $15-18. I use
either 2.0 or 1.75, it gives you clear enough to read
without having to lean close.
Well… I wanted to go shopping today. Lowe’s for some shelving, Harbor freight for a couple
of hanging shop LED lights, Golden Corral for lunch, etc.
Woke up and my clock said it was 3:30. Shit. I’m late.
Came into my computer room and clock there said 0330.
Shit. I’m early.
So here I sit. It’s cool outside, so I unloaded the rest of the groceries.
…
I’ve always had nightmares, ones that I couldn’t remember any details after I woke up.
But I’ve been having really vivid, easily remembered dreams lately. Good dreams.
I’m always been on a motorcycle, traveling around, interacting with people. Last night I found
myself in a coastal town, and a Puerto Rican girl who reminded me of the musician Mean Mary
(But Mary is Native American, if that makes any sense).
Give her a listen, she’s amazing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CNB5OLUPM0
She had shown me the cove, and we were talking about her showing me the rest of the area later.
Anyway, it’s weird. In my previous dream, Teresa was there. She called me Mr. Walker.
I’m starting to wonder – where have my nightmares gone? Why am I having so many good dreams?
Why am I remembering them so well? Is this just the random firing of my brain’s synapses?
Or are these dreams, me doing things I love, having good times with people I care about…
a foretaste of the afterlife? I hope so.
In them, I’m young, fit, healthy… and happy.
Is my webcomic based on things that my brain knows, but I don’t, yet?
It’s weird, but not at all frightening. More hopeful.
I hope my dreams are a view of my future afterlife, I love it there.
What do you guys think? Am I losing my mind?
Not really, I understand what you are talking about, when I was a teen,
I had NM’s of those events, they plagued me for years. Then as a young man,
my car accident was the main “driver” of those, more so when my wife joined me,
they added her. During those days I learned how to “lucid dream” and managed to take
some control.
It’s not truly sleeping, but close enough. You’re in a state where you’re almost awake,
but not quite, and can take an “observer” outlook, rather than a helpless participant.
Or in one case, a really badly written one. The “Naked Fatmen from Space” I’m not
joking, I was on pain-killer following my first C surgery, and that was the dream I had,
the worse B monster movie, EVER! I woke myself up… Yes I gave it a name.
Seemed fitting,
The major thing was it started with the wall of our living room disappeared, and in the
distance a “blob” of green dripped from the sky. when it landed, it was alien fat guys
trying to run to attack us. I punched one, and my fist splattered it’s guts,
I told myself “Oh HELL NO!” and got up and had a cup of coffee.
Look into lucid dreaming it might help you.
It kinda sounds like this comic has taken so much of your thinking and having Trump
keeping his promises that it’s giving you hope for the future, which isn’t a bad thing.
Having PTSD nightmares are common in anyone that’s been in the service,
so having themed dreams of hope only shows that you’re stable and enjoying life.
I for one would love to be 22 again!
Who wouldn’t?
“22 again!” .. depends on the rules. have the body of a 22 year old then maybe..
or go back an live life over, but change nothing, then NO.. i really don’t want to
see those 100s of people (including wife) die again… or start over now with a
new 22 year old body, starting over from scratch AGAIN,. no thanks…
That was my thought, I was at my prime then,
the only other difference was it was before my
wife and I got together. I’m just talking about
the body, I have too much I’d not want to forget
both good and bad, never give up a lesson learned.
Plus, I could take up my martial arts!