Recently Re-Scently Re-Entry

Pavlov's iPad: My dog's behavior is bad enough when he knows that pizza is going to be delivered, so I NEVER plan to let him know that I order the pizza online, otherwise everytime he sees me get on my iPad he will think that iFood is coming soon.

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I am thinking about moving to "2010 TK7"

Wikipedia Link to Trojan Asteroid "2010 TK7"

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The week is almost over, one small wiring task to go, the weak has begun. BUT there is a bowl of I Scream in my left hand as I type one handedly with the right, so the length of this paragraph is actually a volumetric measure of 3/4 of a bowl of I Scream, with chocolate and butterscotch syrups.

Do I hear thunder boomies? ... Yes, the sky looks kinda ready to rain, but I think its just forgot how to rain in my part of the swirled.

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If you are forced to live in a world of buffoons it helps a little bit if there is free candy.

My Friend Responded: Where's the free candy??

My Response: Texas. In several places. Various levels of Quality.

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‎"We tuna are very sensitive, we cry at everything" - Pinocchio

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I looked all (most) over the place for my favorite coffee cup this morning and couldn't find it, and I almost went outside thinking that I might have left it in the garden area last night, then I realized it was in the dishwasher, who would have guessed that?!?!?

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So somebody on my right side was telling me how smart their grandchild was and that he wanted to be an engineer (think mechanical, chemical, electrical, not choo-choo-ical) AND that their grandchild must have got their wizardly smarts from herself. Her husband on my left laughingly snorted.

I quickly thought of a simple appropriate test: I asked her what the equation was for measuring the volume of a cylinder shaped object. This kind of dumbfounded her for a second.

Her husband resnorted in response.

She responded that there are several kinds of smarts.

So I held up the water bottle in my right hand inverted, showing her a cylinder shape, covering the cone shaped end with my hand.

She snatched the bottle out of my hand and read the contents, "See Ernie, it says right here, '10 fluid ounces' ---" and we all cracked up laughing.

A Sad Miserable Life?

You lead a sad miserable life if:

Your psychologist retires just to avoid talking to you.

You are dying from falling off a cliff and your life is flashing before your eyes but then you realize that they put in the wrong tape and it's somebody else's life.

Your best dreams are just automobile commercials from television and they aren't even the good ones in high definition.

You went ahead with the shotgun wedding only to find out that there was no gift of a new shotgun as you had expected from your future father-in-law. Only a used one in the far distant future as spelled out in his will.

Other people are in charge of making your New Year's resolutions that have *serious* consequences attached for failure from the other gentlemen on your cell block.

You discover in your college microbiology class that your mother's technique of washing dishes "lets wipe everything off" is a little bit inadequate.

Your children continue to remind you decades after the event of you trying to trick them by making your own version of Heinz 57® Sauce as an utterly expensive nasty tasting failure.

You di$cover that your mother ha$ been paying everyone to be your friend in My$pace and now they have banded together a$ a union a$king for a pay increa$e.

You buy your first house with one of the stated benefits, from the kind elderly couple, being "free water, sewer and trash" only to discover a bill one day in the mailbox for five years worth after living there only two.

After a few scrapes with the law your parents tell you (and everyone else) that you were adopted, even though you weren't.

You have never left North Dakota because your father told you that you couldn't without a visa and every time you ask someone to help you with the application process they tell you that you don't need one and you just know your father wouldn't lie to you. And he lives in a different state. And he won't tell you which one. Oh well, back to the pig farm.

You have bumped your head so many times on the same object that people start making bets on whether you are going "to do it again this time".

The main thing you are known for at work is for wandering around looking for free food.

You are finally rescued after 11 years. You have stood on the beach and waved frantically at thousands of low flying airplanes. Then you are told that you have been on a "desert peninsula", not island, and the airport that services a city of 2 million people is right over there.