Way Too Hot, and A Few Other Friday Things
Remember how I said I wasn’t going to update on Thursday and Friday anymore? Well, here we are… The problem, you see, was Tuesday. I missed it for a reason I can’t now remember, and felt guilty about only updating twice in a week. I simply can’t allow such lameness.
So, let’s get to it, shall we?
Today is hotter than… what? I asked that question on Twitter and only one person responded. She said “the devil’s jockstrap,” which I appreciated. But I’d like to get your feedback on this important issue, as well. Please use the comments link below.
Last night I was really tired and dozing off, before I finally mustered enough energy to go upstairs to bed. Then I couldn’t sleep. I was just lying there, staring at the ceiling fan. Finally I cracked open my Kindle and started reading about Gerald Ford, which never fails to bring the slumber.
But I think it was ridiculously late when I finally dozed off. I purposely wouldn’t look at the clock, because I knew it would stress me out, and cause me to stay awake even longer. I feel pressure to be as productive as possible on my days off from work, and if I only get three or four hours of sleep, I’ll be in trouble.
But I feel reasonably rested. No worse than normal… It sure is hot, though. Did I mention that?
Yesterday a guy came out to look at our washing machine and dishwasher. I was braced for bad news, but it wasn’t too painful. He fixed both for $300. So, we’re back in business. No more barking dogs and other peoples’ underwear at the laundromat, and no more washing dishes by hand, like Scout Ingalls.
I think that pretty much takes care of our problems. Well, except for the hole in the propane hose, caused by a gnawin’ squirrel, and our sinking deck. But other than that… we’re fully operational, here at the Compound. What a crazy-ass summer, so far.
I haven’t had a chance to do anything with it yet, but I’ve opened a Google+ account here. Please follow me, if you’re so inclined. Tomorrow I’m hoping to spend some time there, and get things underway. Any opinions on it? Is it any good? It just looks like a Facebook knock-off to me. What’s the difference?
A few days ago Toney and I went to the Verizon store, to check out the phones. It’s been more than a year since we upgraded, and we’re due for another upgrade in early December. So, we’re starting the research early. Oh, these decisions can’t be made all willy-nilly…
I love my Android phone, and will probably go with the Droid X2, unless something better comes along in the meantime. Toney wants an iPhone, but I don’t want to abandon the Droid. If you have any input on this subject, I’m all ears. Is there a better choice than the X2?
And finally, I had a Sprite yesterday, for the first time in months, possibly years. I try not to drink soda these days, but every once in a while it can’t hurt, right?
And it’s really weird… Whenever I drink a Sprite, the first sip takes me back to a family trip to Daytona, Florida, when I was four or five years old.
My grandparents and aunt were there, but my dad stayed home because of work. At the end of every day, my mother would let me walk to a vending machine outside our motel, and buy something. And I kept selecting Sprite, in a big ol’ green glass bottle. They were always so cold, and so good.
My mother says I was way too young to remember any of this, but I do. I can see the motel in my mind, and know exactly where the vending machine was located.
Do you have anything like this? Is there a food or a drink that takes you back to a specific moment in your past? Not a general “back home” feeling, but something specific. If so, please tell us about it in the comments.
And don’t forget the “It’s hotter than…” question. Finish that sentence for me, if you wouldn’t mind. I’m far too miserable to do it on my own.
I’ll see you guys next time.
Have a great weekend!
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Numero Uno.
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Dos.
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Top ten – and the mere mention of Mint Ginger ale takes me back to 1971 and my grandmother’s house in Chartiers Terrace PA.
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Heck
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I am curious as to what the Norwegians did to tick off the terrorists
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Tyrosine Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 1:44 pm
Perhaps the terrorists hate their freedom.
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Chuck in Belpre Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 2:15 pm
Cartoons…
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t-storm Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 8:20 pm
That stupid O with a line through it?
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A squirrel chewing through a propane hose…on a lit grill.
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It’s hotter than two weasles fucking in a wool sock during a brush fire.
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bikerchick Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 1:55 pm
My version: It’s hotter than a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire.
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madz1962 Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 2:02 pm
and mine: It’s hotter than 2 fleas humping on a coon’s dick.
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madz1962 Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 2:02 pm
That would either be RACCOON or COON HOUND.
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…the devils Taco Bell shits.
…a childs hand on a hot stove.
…two girls kissing.
…an arsonists greenhouse.
…a slave getting beat in the smoke house.
…a fire eaters heartburn.
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Um….Jeff….What in the hell are you doing in your Google photo besides shoveling Krispy Kreme’s into your piehole?
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Jeff Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 1:55 pm
That’s what I’m doing.
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Root 66 Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 2:18 pm
I don’t know, but now I want me some Krispy Kremes. He looks like he’s savoring EVERY bite!!
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bikerchick Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 2:33 pm
Funny…I don’t think I have ever had a KK. Donuts give me crazy, horrible heartburn.
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Root 66 Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 3:18 pm
…which might be why you don’t recognize his expression of elation and sheer delight! If you’ve never had a Krispy Kreme right off the conveyor, you ain’t lived yet! They absolutely melt in your mouth.
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bikerchick Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 4:39 pm
Mmmmm…..prolly worf the burn!
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Chuck in Belpre Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 5:45 pm
When I worked in Dunbar our ‘office’ was right next to the KK warehouse. Talk about temptation…smelling those donuts all day long and not being able to have any was torture.
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chill Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 7:28 pm
When I first moved to DC, I lived right across the street from a barbecue joint. Heading out to work in the morning, they already had the smoker going for the lunch crowd. I drooled a lot during that year.
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Juancho Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 7:38 am
Look closer, I’m pretty sure he’s crying like a ball baby bitch.
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Google+ is very versatile. Make sure you install the app on your android. I love the way it manages images and the way you can sort folks into different groups. If you are not getting a phone until December you may want to hold off on a decision. Droid 3 was just released last week and is getting decent reviews. They are buy one get one free right now. And the Droid Bionic looks like it is going to be pretty awesome!
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Oh gosh…the first thing that comes to mind for my “take me back’ moment is Italian Ice. Everytime I go to a Rita’s….
My dad used to take us to Avalon, NJ, every summer for two weeks. We’d rent a house and different people would come and visit over the duration.
There was a market on the main drag that sold Italian Ice…but back then we called it “Water Ice”.
They scooped it up like ice cream into a paper cone. I always got a double scoop of chocolate and watermelon. It would be dripping down my arm by the time I was finished eating all of it. I looked forward to getting it every year because it was the only place that had it. To this day I still call it “water ice’. It must be an East Coast thing. I say water ice around here and I just get a strange look.
I used to visit my sister who lived in Haverford (near Philly). They were able to get water ice at the pools too.
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madz1962 Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 2:34 pm
I always called it Italian ice. We’d get the cherry just so we’d all have big goofy magenta yaps all afternoon.
Damn. I’m going to stop for one on my way home
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madz1962 Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 2:36 pm
Let me try this again – we call it Italian ice. And we’d get cherry just to have a goofy magenta mouth all afternoon!
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bikerchick Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 2:46 pm
The heat is melting your brain and flowing right into the gutter….tisk tisk….:D
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Swami Bologna Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 5:00 pm
BK: Regarding water ice — For the proper Philadelphia pronunciation, ya gotta say “wooder oice.” It’s easier to say if you try not to move your lips or tongue while saying it, which is the way true Philadelphians do it. (Luckily, I escaped the Philly-accent curse, ’cause my parents weren’t from these parts.)
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Swami Bologna Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 5:01 pm
That shoulda been “BC:” (bikerchick), not “BK:”.
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Gretchen Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 6:58 pm
I still call it “wudder oice” and the Yinzers can step off if they don’t like it!
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t-storm Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 8:23 pm
I was thinking it should be havahfuhd.
Maybe’s that’s near boston.
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Correction…..Havertown…..
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twr Reply:
July 28th, 2011 at 3:16 pm
I was having water Ice on the OC boardwalk while you were cooler bt a mile
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T. Farty McAppleass Reply:
July 28th, 2011 at 3:32 pm
Do you mean “ice water”? In the souf they pronounce it “ass water”.
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How do you get an google+ account? It tells me there are a limited number of slots. Can someone invite me?
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chill Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 8:04 pm
It’s invite-only for now; later it will be opened up to the Teeming Millions. A “friend” of mine extended an invitation twice; my response was summarily ignored both times.
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I’m always in favor of the upper end HTC android phones. I’ve had some (very limited) experience with the Motoblur interface on the Droid X, I believe it was, and absolutely hated it. HTC’s Sense UI is much more well thought out.
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Google+ is like Dante’s circles of Hell. I’m still deciding if I’m okay with it or just flat out hate it. Instead of “Like” you “+1″ a status, which is kind of lame.
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Clark Bars and Yodels in a hotel room up in Hyannis, Cape Cod circa 1968. My father spent hours going frm hotel/motel to hotel/motel looking for lodging that everything was closed and that’s what we had for dinner. My brother and sisters thought we DIED and went to heaven. I thought my mother had surely gone daft.
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Hotter than:
-Satan’s Boiler Room
-a trailer full of illegals
-Casey Anthony’s destination
-an unmarked van full of TVs for sale–CHEAP!
And, to quote the late, great Johnny Carson, “It’s so hot today I saw a chicken lay a fried egg.” -badump-bump
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When my husband landed in our city, known as “San Angelo,” it was 104 degrees that day. Since then he has called it “Satan’s Asshole” and yes, it is hotter than Satan’s asshole here. In fact, this is something like day 60 over 100 degrees this summer.
The flavor of fried pork dumplings brings me back to my favorite restaurant in Lubbock when my girls were very small. It isn’t very exciting, but there it is.
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A chocolate egg cream will put me right back to the lunch counter at Rexalls in Fleetwood, NY.
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hotter than 4 fat chicks in a miata
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Chuck in Bama Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 3:31 pm
THAT’S HOT!
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hotter than Satan’s ass-crack
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Jeff, you didn’t update because you were too busy clutching your guts after a bout with bad frozen turkey. Just to remind you!
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I went to the 1964 world’s fair when I was 2 and all I remember is the Belgian waffles and ice cream
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chill Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 7:40 pm
I went when I was 5, and you remember more than I do!
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clintcurtis Reply:
July 25th, 2011 at 1:51 am
Heh…you guys in NY just ripped off the Belgian Waffles that I remember as a kid at the 1962 World’s Fair in Seattle, lol!
As an odd piece of trivia, the Austrian Pavilion at the 1964 World’s Fair was completely disassembled after the Fair, and transported to Western New York, where it served as the ski lodge up until it burned down last Winter. I spent lots of time there on my Winter vacations with my daughters. Well, at least one. I have one who I can’t get off the slopes, and the younger who thinks skiing is all about hanging out in the lodge, drinking hot chocolate, and looking trendy.
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It’s always been “hotter than a two dollar pistol” around here…and the taste of A&W root beer always reminds me of my grandparent’s house in the middle of summer, because that was all my grandfather would drink all summer…well, that and cheap whiskey.
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That dude in the bunker pic looks like he has the Everglades on his back.
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Debra Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 5:20 pm
He looks like those soaps we had in the 60′s that grew fur!
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Debra Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 5:21 pm
CHA CHA CHIA back
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It’s hotter than a Folex watch bought from a salesman wearing a raccoon coat.
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As a kid growing up in 60′s Baltimore, I remember it being essentially a Coke-only city. It wasn’t that we weren’t a Pepsi family – Pepsi products were simply not to be had for love or money.
But every summer, when we would vacation at the MD shore, we would do our grocery shopping right across the line in Delaware, where you could get Pepsi – and more importantly, Mountain Dew.
Cans only back then, and none of today’s newfangled flavor varieties – but whenever I drink an original light green Mountain Dew these days, can or bottle, for a second or two I’m 7 years old and on vacation at the beach again.
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Using thewvsr slant:
It’s hotter than a vagina full of bad decisions
It’s hotter than fucked cheese
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One from an elderly neighbor:
Hotter than a snake’s ass in a wagon rut…
One from my Dad (also elderly):
Hotter than a popcorn fart…
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hotter than…a bulls cock.
-when it gets extremely cold- “Shanking like a blind faggot at a weenie roast”
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The smell of percolated coffee takes me back to Northern Maine, from 1970s to the late 1980s. My Gram Irish would get up around 4 am and percolate it on the stove. I started drinking coffee because of that smell. [I prefer the strength that may raise the dead or cause spoons to melt.]
If you throw in cigarette smoke and whiskey in jelly jars, I’d swear I was back there again!
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Couple of tastes that take me back… A malted at Lewne’s in Brooklyn. We had them after seeing “2001″ in the movie theater (preceded by “Barbarella” – this 10-year-old said WOW!). Also Grandpa’s clam chowder, which I’m getting close to replicating.
It’s…
…hotter than the hinges of hell
…hot as balls
…hot enough to boil a monkey’s bum, as Her Majesty said.
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hotter’n da hinges ah Haydeez – as my Grandad used to opine.
Not a specific taste, but put out a bowl of walnuts and a nutcracker and I’m transported back to my Aunt’s house on LI in the 60/70′s, right before Thanksgiving dinner. They rest on the big kidney-shaped glass table in the living room, and are totally there for the taking while the adults cocktail it up in the kitchen. Crack a nut, dig out the meat, look out their big picture window at the stark leafless trees, and just hope the Party Uncle doesn’t fall asleep at the dinner table after 4 drinkies.
Somehow, I still always want a bowl-a nuts around T-day time.
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Hotter than the laser at the end of Real Genius.
And my friends in St. Louis have a band called The Dock Ellis Band.
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chill Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 8:34 pm
I like to think that these days I am the Party Uncle. I have done my best to teach my nephew to make tennis ball cannons, etc.
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And do you know it cost $244 to fly a cat from Cincinnati to Oklahoma City? Well you do now. Fuck me.
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Chuck in Belpre Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 9:36 pm
You did that? Cats are like goldfish, man. Get a new one.
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chill Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 9:42 pm
Obviously, you’re not a golfer.
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Chuck in Belpre Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 8:32 am
OK…I have no idea what that means. I’m sure it’s just me.
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clintcurtis Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 9:44 pm
And it costs $1000 EACH WAY to fly an adopted from the pound mutt from Nome, AK to Buffalo, NY. Oh, and that is only in the Autumn through Spring. They won’t even ship in the Summer. Yes, a .22 long rifle would be cheaper initially, but divorce proceedings would far outweigh the $2000.
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Droid all the way. i had an upgrade coming and the ex girlfriend stole it. Whooo-ure.
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lori in cbus Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 8:56 pm
boy you sure have shitty girlfriends.. those bitches gives us nice bitches a bad name..
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I got a Droid phone from work a few months ago (Evo Shift). It’s OK, but some of the core apps seem a bit rough: the calendar seems to have been designed by someone who’s never used a calendar; likewise the Mail.
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Hmmmm, “Hotter Than.” Hey, I got nuthin’. 14 degrees cooler here in Nome, Alaska this morning, and there would have been ice on the pond by my house. I got outta WV earlier this week just in time to beat the heat.
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chill Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 9:52 pm
14? That’s pretty weak unless celsius – I would have hoped for 40. Still, we takes what we gets.
And let me belatedly echo everyone else – best wishes on the med front! What a piece of shit.
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Chuck in Belpre Reply:
July 22nd, 2011 at 11:24 pm
Yeh that moron is back commenting on the Parkersburg News and Sentinel website that Heat Index of 107 is not hot. Friggin’ idiot.
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clintcurtis Reply:
July 25th, 2011 at 1:58 am
Hey Chuck, I was back in the ol’ hometown of Belpre last weekend. My wife and I took the 12 yo daughter down to see our old apartment on Lee St., then down to the river to see Blennerhassett Island. Then across the river to Rubin’s Deli. Sheesh, I seriously did not want to leave!
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Hotter than a whore’s crotch on cowboy payday..
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Root beer from a CAN!.
My family was on a very tight budget when we were young. We rarely ate out and soda wasn’t in the house.
However, once in awhile the parents would take us to pick up a pizza from a realtime pizza joint AND pick up ice cold rootbeer to go with it.
Henceforth, any sip of rootbeer will bring back the excitement of getting in the car to go get an authentic pizza and rootbeer . .
Simple times are often the best.
THANKS for bringing that to mind .. .
( A close second are ice cream drumsticks .. . we got those ONCE a year when the babysitter came on my parents single night out – their anniversary … . A taste of those takes me back as well. ..)
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Wait with that droid X2; all kinds of new phones are coming out, including the Bionic.
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Friend of mine posted this tonight: It’s hotter than a two dollar hooker on half price night.
Taste and smell memories: Scent of boxwood and honeysuckle takes me back to hot southern nights, cold beer, and late 60s music. Top down on that big old Pontiac Bonneville, riding the back roads in Virginia. Yep, makes me feel young again and so old.
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Hottern a witches clit.
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Hotter than a Foxnews Anchorwoman
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Jeff, Here’s my opinion (aka the facts) about phones. Definitely stay with an Android phone. The iPhone is nice too, but if you already have an android phone and love it, why change?
Make sure you get at least a dual core (that’s 2 processors in one) but quad cores are supposed to be surfacing by the end of the year.
Make sure it is 4G! 4G may not be supported everywhere, but the areas are growing fast. You’ll probably have the phone for close to 2 years, why would you stay with the old tech? You can save some battery by cutting the 4G, but I’m pretty sure you can just set your phone to use the lower speed and not the 4g and that’ll save your battery just the same.
Get at least a 4″ screen, when watching netflix or hbo go, you’ll appreciated the extra screen size. Personally I think the sweet spot is 4.3″. 4.5″ just seems a little too big.
Get as much memory built in as possible. This isn’t as important with most android phones as they almost all have microsd slots to add memory, but it’s nice to have large internal mem and then expand beyond there with an extra card.
From what I understand the Droid Bionic is supposed to be nice and I think it’s actually coming out pretty soon (or just came out, I’m not on verizon so don’t follow those phones very closely)… but there will probably be 3 or 4 newer and better phones by December. Start researching and keep an eye out for what people (fanatics) in the android community are looking forward to. I’m sure in the holiday season there will be a new favorite.
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Jeff Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 12:58 pm
Thank you, sir!
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johnthebasket Reply:
July 24th, 2011 at 7:23 am
Dorothy’s Secret…
How is Dorothy? She’s not checked in here for some time. I just want to know that she’s OK.
thanks…jtb
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Dorothy's Secret Reply:
July 25th, 2011 at 11:19 pm
She’s fine. Sitting across from me right now reading her kindle. She says she just hasn’t had the time to comment what with all the pole dancing practice and such… (I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit)
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Hotter than a two peckered billy goat in mating season.
I’m glad you got your appliances fixed. My refrigerator appears to be in need of life support, doesn’t want to get colder than 46 degrees and I’m not sure if that is in the safe range. Sure hate to see the old girl go, it belonged to my grandparents and I’ve had it for probably fifteen years or better. *sigh*
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chill Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 11:26 am
46 is not a safe temperature for food storage. You want the fridge temperature to be 35 to 40. Time to repair or replace.
Mine was doing the same thing last year. I got it repaired, but the cost was about the same as buying a new fridge. It might be less hassle to get it repaired, but you probably won’t save any money.
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johnthebasket Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 6:06 pm
WB…
You get advice about fridge temp from a guy named Chill — hell, take it.
I have very few “things” left of either set of grandparents; I know how valuable they are. I really treasure a set of Indian Clubs from my maternal grandfather (that would be Grandpa Jack) who died in 1957. I have an 8mm movie of Jack exercising with the clubs. I have threatened to learn how to do the exercises for forty years, but at this point I might as well just take a 2X4 and conk myself. The clubs are pretty tricky.
In any case, sorry to hear about your grandparents’ fridge.
jtb
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johnthebasket Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 7:40 pm
Here’s a current vid of Indian Clubs in action. My grandfather was almost as good as this guy, although he was no ultimate fighter. You can see that if I tried this shit I’d end up in some kind of Wile E. Coyote situation.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjIpg1h2j2s
jtb
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Amy Winehouse found dead. Sad, but who didn’t see that coming?
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johnthebasket Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 5:57 pm
Turns out the Barriers to Entry of the 27 Club are pretty low if you’re a 27-year-old addict.
She wasn’t quite my cup of tea, but since I care about every addict everwhere, I am sad at her departure.
Rehab is a damn fine song.
jtb
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Chuck in Belpre Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 7:00 pm
The 27 has fascinated me for years. Very odd.
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johnthebasket Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 7:34 pm
Yeah. Amy has now been added to the Wikipedia 27 Club entry. Pretty quick, but it’s not like the members have to vote her in or something.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club
jtb
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johnthebasket Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 8:26 pm
In times of loss, I find turning to the Rev. Horton Heat to be comforting. This song, “Heroin Stole My Indigo Friends”, is about a particular drug. In Amy’s case, it doesn’t matter what the immediate cause of death was. Her car had been stalled on the railroad tracks for some time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PlUDho_vww4&feature=related
jtb
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chill Reply:
July 23rd, 2011 at 8:43 pm
I think it’s pretty clear that she died of Presley’s Disease.
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Tim Reply:
July 24th, 2011 at 6:24 pm
The person listed just above Amy Winehouse, Lily Tembo died from gastritis. I didn’t know that could kill ya. Damn, I had better watch out.
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I just ate at Five GUys for the first time. It was okay. Nothing great. Tastes like burgers I make at home. I don’t think I’ll be going back. Not when there is a Chick-fil-A, In & Out, or Sweet Tomatoes available.
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Whatever beach balls are made of, polyethylene?, takes me back to when I was 6? and leaving on a 10hr car ride with my family. We stopped at our local gas station who offered a free with a full tank a blowup Yogi Bear which was weighted at the bottom so it would roll up after getting punched in the face. The off-gassing of whatever chemical that is still takes me back.
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is it me, or does the shooter in Norway look like a blonde David Duchovny?
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or Jacob Young, who plays JR on All My Children.
I’m tired. been in the heat all damn day.
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Friendamine invited me on d Google +
I don’t wanna be social.
I’ve tried to make “friends.” No go, ya know? Just a bunch of fuckin hipsters. My Doctor told me to avoid my darkness.
Heat makin me bad…
love ya Jeff and Reporters!
Back to Bizzaro Land- or whateveah…
Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
(great track- don’t tell anyone)
See ya in August
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Here in the Great Pacific Northwest, it’s 0430 and 69 degrees with a 2mph breeze. I would be dancing in the moonlight if I were entirely able to walk. However, it’s possible that where you live its…
hotter than the Sun at low tide.
jtb
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the iphone is great, but itunes sucks the big one. I would stay away from apple as much as possible because of all the restrictions associated with itunes. what do you mean I can’t copy my music? sync to only one machine?
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Frostie Root Beer reminds me of visiting my dad at his bar everyday after school. It was on the way home and was my only chance to see him during the week since he worked from 2pm to 2 am everyday except Sunday. I would have one while telling him about my day before continuing on home.
Recently found it again in bottles at a place called Jungle Jims in southern Ohio.
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Gretchen Reply:
July 24th, 2011 at 7:14 pm
You can find anything at Jungle Jim’s! Quite possibly the only thing I miss about Ohio.
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Phil Jett Reply:
July 24th, 2011 at 8:35 pm
That is a no shitter. I could not believe the amount of hot sauces there and the bottled sodas available. I also like all the old time candy you can get. Zagnuts and Vanilla Buns…oh mama.
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t-storm Reply:
July 25th, 2011 at 2:06 am
love some jungle jims. My former bar picked up some hot sauce called mr. spiffy’s spicy spunk. That shit was brutal.
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chill Reply:
July 25th, 2011 at 9:33 pm
My favorite back in the day was Inner Beauty Real Hot Sauce. It’s no longer made, but here is my best guess at a recipe:
Bonnet peppers 8 oz
Yellow mustard 12.8 fl oz
Brown sugar 0.8 oz
Orange juice 1 fl oz
white vinegar 6.4 fl oz
honey 0.8 fl oz
molasses 0.8 fl oz
papaya juice 4.6 fl oz
pineapple 4.6 fl oz
oil 6.4 fl oz
cumin 0.6 oz
chili 0.6 oz
curry powder 0.6 oz
turmeric 0.6 oz
allspice 0.4 oz
Whiz everything up in the food proc or blender. This recipe makes a *lot* – be prepared to pawn it off on friends or freeze a bunch. But it’s delicious. “Bonnet” means either habanero or scotch bonnet, your choice; I can’t tell them apart taste-wise.
Bonne chance!
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Hotter than the inside of a fat woman’s thighs on the way to the buffet line!
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