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Good morning. I've been up since 3 A.M. How is everyone?

flies overhead

Its my Friday night at work and I'm off to find a copy of Skyrim tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.

I'm tired of my job.

Huzzah! Huzzah!

There I doubled that.

Snug safely in his nest atop of the large red barn, BluePigeon muses the fact that he's a pigeon and not a turkey on this festive of all holidays

Happy Thanksgiving ya Hillbillies.

I blame CJ for pumpkin pie and that good pie too.

Just some words of wisdom before I shuffle off for the night shift:

"Better a pigeon than a turkey on this fine holiday tomorrow."

Happy Thanksgiving FAWTLy ones. Drive home safely.

It wasn't my credit card, it was my debit card.

FML

So, debit card is shut down, and it's Sunday so the banks are closed. So that means I'm limited to the $4 in my wallet for the remainder of the weekend. I might be able to move some money around on my internet banking, but, in an unrelated incident, I have locked myself out of it, and that can't be fixed until at least Monday as well.

Also, I have no phone. My phone is broken such that no one that I speak to can hear what I say. I can hear them, but they can't hear me. I'm not up for a new phone until May. I'd buy a new one, but I have no access to my money.

I had something like that happen to me once, on a holiday weekend no less. After that incident, I was never without a hidden stash of cash (about $25 to $50) at home. I haven't regretted that decision since. I hope you do the same in the future.

Speaking of service animals, one can not forget Sgt. Stubby.

He was one bad pigeon!

During the First World War a homing pigeon named Cher Ami (Dear friend) saved the lives of 194 American soldiers by carrying a message across enemy lines in the heat of battle. Cher Ami was shot in the chest and leg, blinded in one eye, losing most of the leg to which the message was attached, but continued the 25 minute flight avoiding shrapnel and poison gas to get the message home. Cher Ami was awarded the French 'Croix de Guerre' with Palm for heroic service. Fitted with a wooden leg he later died from the wounds received in battle and is now enshrined in the Smithsonian Institution.

Finally, We pigeons get the respect and honor we deserve.

VIA LA FRANCE!

Then we will aim for the crotch.

Now I need to meander to other threads....

But not now. I don't want crumbs and grease all over my new book.

I'm hungry. I should eat something.

Bright, the glossy pages, so bright and shiny.

My Pathfinder subscription id s here. Jade Regent, part 4 of 6 will sonn be devoured under the presence of a halogenic lamp light.

Their was a package of the kitchen table this afternoon.

The Postman is my best friend today.

Feelin' like a mini blitz.

Good afternoon every everybody. Up and functional after six hours of sleep. I will nap sometime today. This is a promise.

Finished clearing out Vault 11. Mercenaries 01, Vault Tec 00

I love Thursdays. I was paid my "paycheck" this morning.

Now, onto bills.

The hawks around here get a lot of attacks from the little birds. They team up like fighter planes on a big bomber. The hawk can't get over them so it suffers until it gets out of range or under cover. Of course the hawks also dive bomb the little birds mercilessly. I saw one take a small bird right in front of my bay window. It was ultra cool, even had the cartoony puff of feathers after.

We have a kestrel in our yard and he dines quite well. He managed to nail a turtledove this Tuesday.

My only complaint about severed limbs is they're not re-attachable.

Never mind. Carry on.

Time for my weekly drive to Alternate Reality Comics.

I gotta fly.

I wish Las Vegas had four full season. This 80 degree weather in November is just too much. I still have the windows and doors open.

Meanders off to find a fan

I will buy it yes.

Good morning and good afternoon everyone.

I've been awake for 2 and a half hour now and I've takin' my pill of metformin and had a large slice of pizza.

One glass of ice-tea and I'm ready for Fallout New Vegas.

I gonna shop the Paizo store today and rummage through my e-mail.

I'm happy I'm off from work.

TOZ, do you believe that some people on the thread boards should wear a straight-jacket and if so would you subscribe a frontal lobotomy for them.

Myself excluded.

:::Pulls out bass guitar and plays a couple of rifts:::

Today is Veteran's Day. I'm a veteran and I degree there will be no rant today. Instead I urge you to go out and hug a veteran...unless they smell in which case, offer them a hot beverage.

That is generous of you, Sir.

Good Morning everyone. The three pooches have matted down their favorite locations on my bed. So I wish everyone a good Saturday. I worked the grave shift last night and my eyes wish only to see the dark.

houstonderek wrote:

Moorluck wrote:

Watching the best movie ever f*#&ing made right now.

** spoiler omitted **

Elwood: It's a hundred and six miles to Chicago. We got a full tank of gas, a half pack of cigarettes, it's dark out and we're wearing sunglasses.

Jake: Hit it.

We're on a mission from God.

The finest religion film ever.

Thank you everyone. Karen will be missed and hard to replace.

...And it's Veteran's Day. Say it with guns. :-D

More major suck-age this afternoon.

I just receive the news that a good friend, Karen O'Neil lost her battle to cancer this morning. She was a good friend and a licensed cosmetologist who cut my hair for the last 26 years. My mother will not take the news well.

She will be missed.

I need some positive waves.

With that said, I am off to work. Have a safe night everyone.

Man...

Everyone in this thread sure is old!

;-)

Sonny, I reckon I'm still young. :)

Of course, the real fun is when I'm irradiated in that special room with the different colored tape cordons indicating safe ranges for exposure. I like to shamble about the room, and jump out and scare my nurses from behind the door when they...

+1 bonus on your next successful round of chemo.

I missed out on a day's worth of posts. Hopefully, I didn't miss anything really important.

I'm 43 (as of September), and the latest round of news, and everything going on with my family, is really making me feel my age.

My grandmother has been put on Seroquel and placed into a nursing home. Supposedly, this is a "typical progression" for Alzheimer's.

I took the offer to work from home with my current employer. My wife and daughter are certainly thrilled about it (my son's reaction was not unexpected--"Will this affect whether I can get on the Internet?"). I made a couple of un-fun phone calls, but the guy who was going to be my boss again understood my situation, while being disappointed about me not working there.

I hope everyone else is doing well.

Sorry to hear about your grandmother Taig. On the better side of life, my new PC is working like a charm and my father, if all goes well, will be released from the hospital after Thanksgiving. This year, however, its just mother and I for turkey day.

Going into my 40s as of this year and it makes me think about my own mortality.

:::Shakes Fist:::

Having computer glitches myself today.

Hell is only a word.

Do you see?

Duh. Fall New Vegas Game of the Year Edition is on sale February 7th, 2012. It will have all the add-ons and patches. Must put back 50 dollars.

Looks like we have our number 3... Heavy d just passed away.

Heart Attack it what it looks like? At young 44 years of age. Damn..

I used up all of my ranting energy promoting free speech. I'm going to have to come up with a better schedule for these things.

Need an energy drink? Red Bull, Monster, etc?

Supposed to be a meteorite passing between the earth and the moon sometime today or the coming week.

Thundarr the Barbarian anyone?

I'm making my own special blend tonight. Should have pull the hamburger out earlier this morning though...

On a bright red shack a certain pigeon droops his head low in memory of Smokin' Joe Frasier.

Tacos!

February 7th 20XX.

...but I'll be dead by 20XX.

I received a bottle of Citrus-flavored vodka as a gift this morning. If I wasn't to tired from last night's graveyard shift, I'd be punk drunk right now.

I guess I can hit a shot or two when I waked up this afternoon.