I know how this all ends, next there'll be a flood, then a big freeze, and I'll have to hide in the library and burn books rather than the wooden furniture.
I just don't see why they bothered making a movie about what seems like perfectly normal weather to me. Killer tornadoes, large hail, biblical downpours, and everything freezing solid. All part of what makes life in Wisconsin interesting.
That depends on what you think of the furniture and books you own. In my case, it would be some of each.
I did see a TV vignette on a person who heated his home with the junk mail he collected over the year. This led me to the thought that if I could turn spam into home heating oil, I could get rich. Then it hit me, whisky sells for a much higher price, and is a more useful product to boot. I mean, if I showed up with a bucket of heating oil, what are the chances I'd be invited in for a drink? On the other hand, if I showed up with a bottle of whisky, I'd likely be offered a seat by the fire.
Anyway, I'm rambling and quickly running out of funny stuff. I bet you never got the e-mails I sent you this week, as apparently my e-mail service is run by former Soviet potato factory managers. It appears to be working again, but who knows what did or didn't get sent or received.
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altariel
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Date: 2004-07-02 08:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-02 09:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-02 08:20 pm (UTC)Proof that too much time spent on sociology rots the mind.
Mike K
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Date: 2004-07-03 12:05 am (UTC)too much time spent on sociology rots the mind
You said it! ;-D
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Date: 2004-07-03 12:51 am (UTC)mk
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Date: 2004-07-03 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-03 08:27 am (UTC)I did see a TV vignette on a person who heated his home with the junk mail he collected over the year. This led me to the thought that if I could turn spam into home heating oil, I could get rich. Then it hit me, whisky sells for a much higher price, and is a more useful product to boot. I mean, if I showed up with a bucket of heating oil, what are the chances I'd be invited in for a drink? On the other hand, if I showed up with a bottle of whisky, I'd likely be offered a seat by the fire.
Anyway, I'm rambling and quickly running out of funny stuff. I bet you never got the e-mails I sent you this week, as apparently my e-mail service is run by former Soviet potato factory managers. It appears to be working again, but who knows what did or didn't get sent or received.
mk
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Date: 2004-07-05 07:51 am (UTC)Oi - that's my job you're proposing to burn up, that is.
On second thoughts, go right ahead.
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Date: 2004-07-05 07:52 am (UTC)Hm.