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Looks like winter storm Enzo may prevent Shiro from flying home tomorrow morning...
...yet somehow, "My flight got canceled so I'm stuck in California in 65°F sunny weather for another day!" is not garnering him any sympathy...
EDIT: Yes. I could literally walk outside naked right now and the only people who would be bothered would be the neighbors. It's quite pleasant.
EDIT 2: And yep. He wasn't going to get any closer to home than North Carolina and the airline offered to push him back by a day for free, so he's "stuck" in the Bay Area for a day. Somehow he's not complaining.
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Speaking as a North Carolina resident I can say it's f&~*ing goddamn motherf$$+ing cold out there. So f%!%ing cold I've resorted to endless motherf!&!ing profanity in an effort to keep warm. It's that or burn Saxon villages, but Sherman got most of those back in '65. Motherf!@%er.
Ah, this article brings back memories. (TL;DR version: A reviewer writing a negative review of a restaurant had her photos replaced with the restaurant's "made for photography" versions, making the dishes look much larger and better-prepared than they were.)
My near-sociopathic friend had a favorite game he'd play any time we went out to a chain restaurant. "I'd like this dish, and I want it to look just like the picture."
So of course it didn't, and he would send it back again and again, no matter how long it took, before either the harried waitperson, manager, or cook would come out and admit that they couldn't possibly make the dish look like it did in the picture. He always considered such encounters personal victories.
And at no point did someone bring him an exquisitely varnished papier maché roast chicken?
And at no point did someone bring him an exquisitely varnished papier maché roast chicken?Ah, this article brings back memories. (TL;DR version: A reviewer writing a negative review of a restaurant had her photos replaced with the restaurant's "made for photography" versions, making the dishes look much larger and better-prepared than they were.)
My near-sociopathic friend had a favorite game he'd play any time we went out to a chain restaurant. "I'd like this dish, and I want it to look just like the picture."
So of course it didn't, and he would send it back again and again, no matter how long it took, before either the harried waitperson, manager, or cook would come out and admit that they couldn't possibly make the dish look like it did in the picture. He always considered such encounters personal victories.
No, but I shudder to think what might have been in the food they tried to serve him after the 3rd or 4th sendback.
Should I be worried that everyone the scammer tried to message said there's no way thats BNW they're being polite, rather than the tip off being the guy with a degree in trees is allegedly making a video game?
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Should I be worried that everyone the scammer tried to message said there's no way thats BNW they're being polite, rather than the tip off being the guy with a degree in trees is allegedly making a video game?
Ooo! That's my new excuse!
"Guys, this abrasive personality is a goddamn security feature! Respect that!"
Speaking as a North Carolina resident I can say it's f%#+ing goddamn motherf++*ing cold out there. So f&&#ing cold I've resorted to endless motherf@!~ing profanity in an effort to keep warm. It's that or burn Saxon villages, but Sherman got most of those back in '65. Motherf$!#er.
Our 60+ year old oven went out again two weeks ago, but this time WW was able to locate an "antique appliance repair service" here in the Dallas area that has a ridiculously high outcall fee, but it's still a pittance compared to the five-figure pricetag of a total remodel. (And the odd tiny size and location means that replacing it with something newer would necessitate remodeling.)
TLDR - they're coming tomorrow, so maybe I will be able to cook indoors by the weekend!