
Orville Redenbacher |
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DungeonmasterCal wrote:My favorite is when people use a brand name to refer to the entire generic category.Limeylongears wrote:Soft drinks-wise, I drink black tea (during the day) or herbal tea (during the evening) more or less exclusively. I only drink pop when I have a hangover.Yesssss..."pop" Are you really who you say you are? I'm very suspicious suddenly.
Like calling Dr Pepper, orange slice, and Grape soda all Coke?

Limeylongears |
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Limeylongears wrote:Soft drinks-wise, I drink black tea (during the day) or herbal tea (during the evening) more or less exclusively. I only drink pop when I have a hangover.Yesssss..."pop" Are you really who you say you are? I'm very suspicious suddenly.
What should I be calling it, efferspozz, or something?

Drunk Second Grader |
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DungeonmasterCal wrote:Pardon me, whose language is this?Limeylongears wrote:Soft drinks-wise, I drink black tea (during the day) or herbal tea (during the evening) more or less exclusively. I only drink pop when I have a hangover.Yesssss..."pop" Are you really who you say you are? I'm very suspicious suddenly.
WE WON IT FAIR AND SQUARE BACK IN 1812!

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Vanykrye wrote:Like calling Dr Pepper, orange slice, and Grape soda all Coke?DungeonmasterCal wrote:My favorite is when people use a brand name to refer to the entire generic category.Limeylongears wrote:Soft drinks-wise, I drink black tea (during the day) or herbal tea (during the evening) more or less exclusively. I only drink pop when I have a hangover.Yesssss..."pop" Are you really who you say you are? I'm very suspicious suddenly.
Precisely.
First time I'd ever ran into that was when I worked at a McDonald's in high school. Had a Coke thrown at me because it wasn't Coke. It was Coke. But they wanted the other kind of Coke. Diet Coke? No. The other one. We didn't carry Coke II (it was defunct only by a few years by that point). Cherry Coke? NO! Ok, ok. Not Cherry Coke. So which not-Coke Coke do you want? Oh. Dr Pepper. Of course. You realize that Dr Pepper is owned by 7-Up and is not related to the Coke product line?
And this is where my manager was finally able to step in before I continued to run my mouth into a further altercation, having been in the back office doing paperwork at the time. However, unlike most fast food chain managers, he did not believe in Bowing Before the Almighty Customer.
That customer was told to get out before the police were brought in ("You threw an object at one of my employees. That's battery. Get out now.") and I was told to get cleaned up as best I could and then take the rest of my shift off with full pay.
He wasn't exactly a great person in the overall, but he was a great person to work for at that time in my life.

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Orville Redenbacher wrote:Vanykrye wrote:Like calling Dr Pepper, orange slice, and Grape soda all Coke?DungeonmasterCal wrote:My favorite is when people use a brand name to refer to the entire generic category.Limeylongears wrote:Soft drinks-wise, I drink black tea (during the day) or herbal tea (during the evening) more or less exclusively. I only drink pop when I have a hangover.Yesssss..."pop" Are you really who you say you are? I'm very suspicious suddenly.
Precisely.
First time I'd ever ran into that was when I worked at a McDonald's in high school. Had a Coke thrown at me because it wasn't Coke. It was Coke. But they wanted the other kind of Coke. Diet Coke? No. The other one. We didn't carry Coke II (it was defunct only by a few years by that point). Cherry Coke? NO! Ok, ok. Not Cherry Coke. So which not-Coke Coke do you want? Oh. Dr Pepper. Of course. You realize that Dr Pepper is owned by 7-Up and is not related to the Coke product line?
And this is where my manager was finally able to step in before I continued to run my mouth into a further altercation, having been in the back office doing paperwork at the time. However, unlike most fast food chain managers, he did not believe in Bowing Before the Almighty Customer.
That customer was told to get out before the police were brought in ("You threw an object at one of my employees. That's battery. Get out now.") and I was told to get cleaned up as best I could and then take the rest of my shift off with full pay.
He wasn't exactly a great person in the overall, but he was a great person to work for at that time in my life.
...the f#@*? You don't want to know how that would have gone down by my way.

Ambrosia Slaad |
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I sit in confused wonder at coffee drinkers. I have a hard time grasping the (admittedly humorously exaggerated) hard times they have when starting the day without their dark-roasted masters. I've never been a fan of coffee so it's almost a foreign concept to me. I can't imagine having a caffeine monkey that big on one's back every morning. So I just sit and read of their coffee-less mishaps drinking Mtn. Dew straight from the two-liter bottle and laugh at their antics. (smiles and sighs at the satisfying hiss of cracking the lid on a fresh bottle).
I learned to drink coffee mostly because it was a delivery mechanism for what I wanted, much like why I learned to drink beer, wine, and liquor. Also, Dad brought me to his worksite once as a kid, and I got to fill my own styrofoam cups with scalding coffee from the big urn and add the packets of Cremora powder and sugar. Then I carried it down to the seawall with a raspberry jelly doughnut (dusted with sanding sugar, not powdered sugar) and sat there by myself on that overcast weekday morning around 7-8am watching the little fiddler crabs scurry on the beach.

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- customer abuse -
Ugh. Sorry you went through that. People are the worst.
You realize that Dr Pepper is owned by 7-Up and is not related to the Coke product line?
Down in this area, Dr. Pepper is distributed by Pepsi for some reason. It used to go on sale in the supermarkets the same time Pepsi products.

Ambrosia Slaad |
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Fun fact (that is actually fun AND a fact, not my usual barrage of lies):
The medieval French word for fox was "goupil." There was a famous character in folk tales, later in many illuminated manuscripts. He was a fox (goupil) whose NAME was Reynard. He was so popular that the word for fox in French became "reynard".
It's the earliest example I know of of the Xerox Phenomenon.
{has pleasant The Chaos Court flashback}

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lisamarlene wrote:Agreed. Only time I hear it outside the Midwest is from people who moved out of the Midwest.Limeylongears wrote:Soft drinks-wise, I drink black tea (during the day) or herbal tea (during the evening) more or less exclusively. I only drink pop when I have a hangover.Okay, that's interesting.
I had no idea that anyone outside of the Midwest used the word "pop".
We use it up here in the Frozen North (Ontario)

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Why is it the supermarket puts a whole ham on sale for 99¢-$1.29/lb, a half ham for $1.99-$2.49/lb, and a quarter ham for $4.99/lb?! There's just two of us; do they realize how long it'd take two people to eat their way through 15-20 lb of f**king ham? We only need 2-3 lb of ham max, and the two of us will get at least two-three meals each out of it.

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Why is it the supermarket puts a whole ham on sale for 99¢-$1.29/lb, a half ham for $1.99-$2.49/lb, and a quarter ham for $4.99/lb?! There's just two of us; do they realize how long it'd take two people to eat their way through 15-20 lb of f**king ham?
Lick. "A one..."
Lick "A twooOOO..."CHOMP "A three. Three"

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During the vietnam war the U.S. Military > tried to control the weather <.
Someone needs to make a movie about this.

lisamarlene |

On triggers, depression, and the legacy of problematic parents
Since my father's death thirteen years ago, I've had a google news keyword search email me whenever an article is published containing the name of his boat. His friend's boat, actually. This means that, while I haven't seen a news article about their deaths in over a decade, I occasionally get news about theater or opera performances containing the name of a supporting character, but this doesn't bother me.
Yesterday, however, my inbox alerted me that a rural county newspaper in Illinois was beginning a weekly biographical series about Dad's friend, by some podunk retired journalist who likes to keep his hand in with a bit of local color. The first installment was innocuous, dealing with Q's youth and his first boat and attempt at circumnavigation, decades ago. I say "attempt" because this first voyage was incomplete as well, the first ship wrecked as well, but nobody died.
The journalist didn't give any hints how far he would be taking the story, but certain assumptions can be justifiably made. The story will inevitably cover the second boat, my dad, their final attempt at circumnavigation in their golden years, the difficulties that plagued their voyage, and their ultimate deaths, because if you're spinning tales of adventure on the high seas to a county full of land-locked farmers, why would you leave out the hubris and the disaster?
Another assumption which can be justifiably made from reading the author's first paragraphs is that he will most likely touch on how all of Q's daughters flew to various parts of the world to join the old codgers on a leg of the trip here and there. Dad's emails from ports along the way were full of pointed hints that I was welcome to do likewise, but I never considered it. I had a job--two jobs, actually--and far more responsibilities than money. Then, too, there was the fact that following in my father's footsteps was something I had never, ever wanted to do. From the time I was a child, I had never seen the man do an honest day's work two consecutive days in a row. We were perpetually broke, sponging off friends or family, and he was ever trying out some scheme to get him something for nothing. The only trouble was, he was the world's most ineffectual grifter. Everyone who knew the man knew first and foremost that you couldn't trust him to tell you the weather if you were both standing outside. He was mercurial, violent, and bad-tempered, but so charismatic and charming you could almost forget in-between tempests how bad the storm could be.
So, hurrah. The series will be written, and I will read it, and revisit all the stages of grief again like elderly relatives who tell you the same stories every time they see you, and then I can go back to not thinking about it for a while.

NobodysHome |

On triggers, depression, and the legacy of problematic parents
** spoiler omitted **...
If it's not too personal, text/email me the link; I'd enjoy reading it.
And if anyone ever goes crazy and decides to write about my father, Imperial Dictator of Albany in his Own Mind, I'll return the favor.

lisamarlene |
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"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen.But they were all of them deceived, for another reindeer was made.
Rudolph to lead them all
One nose to guide them
One glow to lead them all
And through darkness to guide them."- J.R.R. Ho Ho Holkien
Theconiel gets cookies.

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Theconiel wrote:Theconiel gets cookies."You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen.But they were all of them deceived, for another reindeer was made.
Rudolph to lead them all
One nose to guide them
One glow to lead them all
And through darkness to guide them."- J.R.R. Ho Ho Holkien
COOKIE!!!
I wish I knew who came up with that. I'm just parroting a screenshot that my kid sent me.

Amby's Brain |
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As I sat outside with my double-portion coffee waiting for the first hits of caffeine to kick in, I made direct eye contact with Fat Squirrel perched on a low branch in the Japanese cypress. I could feel him peer deeply into my soul. And in that moment, I came to know a universal truth:
In a squirrel brain, the distance between the thought "Hey, weird biped that feeds us, do you have more tasty seeds for me?" and the thought "I really want to eat you face right now" are much closer together than humans realize.