There’s like, 8 MTVs now. Right now I’m looking on my cable guide, and see MTV, MTV2, MTVTres, MTV Jams, and MTV Hits.
The latter two make some attempt toward music, at least, though it’s generally the same stuff, with a smattering more rap on Jams.
Wow. That’s worse than you indicated in the dating thread! I’m very sorry to hear about all of that, but I’m glad you have a support system that is helping you out. Like you, I have a hard time asking people for help. It feels like mooching, or like I’m not self-reliant enough. But remember that people who care about you are happy to help. It makes them feel good to do so, in most cases. You don’t sound like you are taking advantage of people, either, which is when such a thing might sour. You genuinely need some help right now and are working on getting your feet back under you. In this economy, that’s a tough thing, and you seem like the type of person who would help them if the situation were reversed. So I’m sure they are glad to help.
Hope things improve for you soon.
Siren, that’s really awful. I really hope things improve for you soon.
Also, everything Robert Sharp said.
Critical Mass just kicked it off right in front of my place. They waved at me when I stepped out to see who was cheering, and the cop in the cruiser following them gave me a dirty look.
Editer
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Ah, Critical Mass… Have they stopped being dicks? When I lived in the Bay Area in the late 90s, their modus operendi for their attempt to gain respect and recognition on the roads was to move in mass, block traffic, and frack up the commute for thousands. Which was kind of counterproductive.
I always disliked their obnoxious conduct back in Chicago, but here there weren’t more than 50 of them and they came across as just smiling people out for a jaunt in the cool sun. One beardie weirdie had a little kid on his handlebars, and a bunch had custom mounts on their bikes for heavy PA speakers, etc.
Bicyclists around here generally make up for any considerateness or mellowness CM may be showing, though. Just yesterday at rush hour I saw one nearly kill himself speeding between cars caught in the middle of a busy intersection, and then turn in the saddle to flip off the drivers who honked at him. He was already half a block away by then.
So, when I was on my way home from the grocery store tonight, there was a young lady hanging out by a utility pole near the gazebo in the shopping complex, clad in khaki capris, a burgundy peasant blouse, and a big, white, full-coverage brassiere over the blouse. As I approached, she started jumping up and down and waving at me.
Of course, I had frozen stuff in the car, so rather than stop and see what she wanted, I waved back and continued on my way.
As soon as I turned the corner, I felt a twinge of regret, as I contemplated the mystery and imagined what she could possibly have wanted me for. That twinge wasn’t assuaged any when I realized that, rather than simply wave at her, I had flashed the Vulcan salute.
Mrenda
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I’m currently sitting in a café in a little village in the west of Cork. We sailed down yesterday, taking 12 hours to do the trip. The way down was rough, while there was little swell there were a lot of waves, so much so that I only managed a half hour nap out of four hours of lying down. The crashing and bashing was so intense that it’s after ripping the boom from the mast. This is on a forty foot yacht, that has previously sailed around the world. So it takes a lot to do the damage. We’re trying to fix it today, but we don’t have any of the rivets that are needed to attach it to the mast. So looking around the harbour we see the navy anchored up for a day. We get in the rib and head out to them, and ask if they have any spare rivets. They’re happy to oblige and they seem to be in a fine mood seeing as they’re having a bbq on the back of the ship. And they’re kinda jealous of our rib, as it’s 150hp versus their 80hp thing.
All in all, it’s been an eventful two days. And I am suffering internet withdrawls. Especially as you have to spend a fiver in the café to get net access for half an hour. Either way, the next few days will hopefully be a bit more relaxing.
What is Cork? Sounds like fun though.
I see. It’s south of Limerick.
There once was a woman from Cork,
Who took off her top with a fork,
She had breasts like a man’s, like flattened tin cans
Now her baby must come from a stork.
Sorry, that’s my best attempt on such short notice.
JM1
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It’s more than Cork deserves.
Raife
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Hey hey, English derision! So where are the good parts of Great Britain? We know it’s not Wales or Cork or anything in Scotland.
JM1
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Truly you have done my trolling more credit than it deserves by suggesting Cork is in Great Britain. Buceph will never forgive you.
Raife
6295
Well, that was part of the plan. Just because you guys couldn’t pull it off…
I went whitewater rafting on the Ocoee yesterday. If you view this sequence of photos you can see me (front right) fall out of the boat.
Living in Germany, it took 10 days to get my German police records. It took from Thursday to Monday to get my Swedish ones. I guess Swedish bureaucracy wins.
tromik
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And the Germans were then filled with much shame.
Police records in Germany and Sweden.
What are you? An internationally-wanted criminal (if yes, please don’t kill me)?
Not sure if it’s the same but I got a criminal background check done on the spot here in Canada.
