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@speed_demon ...the bare die version, just for you

hmmm... ...such a meme might be considered ( fill in this blank ) these days choose one: { xenophobe, chauvinist, fascist, racist, discriminatory, prejudiced, bigoted, intolerant } (or submit one of your own)

yeah, I had to back out of that as well; killed my mutli-monitor setup.

The piano has been drinking, my necktie is asleep And the combo went back to new york, the jukebox has to take a leak And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking And the menus are all freezing, and the light man's blind in one eye And he can't see out of the other And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid, and he showed up with his mother And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking As the bouncer is a sumo wrestler cream-puff Casper milktoast And the owner is a mental midget with the i.q. of a fence post Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking And you can't find your waitress with a Geiger counter And she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her And the box-office is drooling, and the bar stools are on fire And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me

Old news these days, but likely even more relevant today than when it was published seven years ago: Valve is not your friend, and Steam is not healthy for gaming WWW.POLYGON.COM The illusion behind the "Good Guy Valve" reputation Valve is... (source^)

Thanks, but up until very recently I've actually been a fairly private fellow. For decades. I also don't like to dwell publicly on state of mind, body, and/or feelings (pretty much the moral of my story here/lesson to be learned). From my POV, such thoughts are something one typically shares only with very close friends and loved ones, if ever.

One of my stand by me/sandlot misadventures: We used to walk everywhere in Oceanside (Long Island)... Back in the day when I was a young kid--the first half of the '60s, I was 7 or 8, not sure these days--my younger brother and I used to walk to the local candy store/soda fountain we called Merry's. Often barefoot, but not always, we'd pick up discarded pop bottles along the way and turn them in for either two or five cents a piece at Henry's delicatessen, just across the street from Merry's. Along the way, we'd pass by Camp Bauman's, which occupied a long stretch of our journey, with OJC (a synagogue) just across the street. Anyway, right about that time, the folks at OJC decided to expand their premises, setting up a construction project, one of the larger ones of the day locally. During one phase of the project while on our way to Merry's, my brother and I decided to investigate the goings on's there and crossed the street into the construction area. There were a few other kids we somewhat knew there and we got together with them and decided to play a game of war (mostly involving throwing stones). Kids in those days could be like that... So my brother and I, comprising one of the teams, decided to climb up to the top of the roof of the expansions under construction and figured we'd have the advantage from above. We were already well-trained for the task given how much we climbed anything back then, school roofs, trees, etc., whatever seemed to pose similar challenges. Up we went, climbing to the top of the first floor, using bricks that jutted out from one of the corners as hand- and footholds. Once on the top of the first floor, we found and used a wooden ladder there that would allow us to gain access to the top of the second floor; and further up we went. Up top, I took casual note of a large circular hole in the upper roof, which these days I assume was there to facilitate adding some kind of dome. I didn't pay attention to that hole for long though, nor did I carefully evaluate my further surroundings for danger. I just knew that as the 'leader of my team,' I had to try to prevent the opposing forces from reaching our position and decided I would haul the ladder we used up to the top of the upper floor. Grabbing hold of the top of it, I began pulling it up, walking backwards. I got far enough to trip over what I think was a cinder block, and fell through the hole. 56 feet down to a concrete floor adorned with quite a few set rebar pointing skyward. Missed the rebar by inches I'm told, and I only have flashing glimps of memories of what happened next. Ruptured my spleen, broke my pelvis in two places, my left wrist, and suffered internal hemorrhaging. Three days after they took the spleen out, I woke up briefly in a hospital corridor, passed out, and when I did wake up again, there was a cast on my left arm, and tubes shoved in every orifice I had and a few extras they had to make in me along the way. Didn't do my mom any good, of course, she was recovering in the same hospital from coronary failure. I spent the next two and a half months in that bed, and was schooled from home the rest of the year. Eventually I healed as far as healing goes after one experiences a splenectomy, and life went on. Little did we know back then just how much not having a spleen as you get older might adversely affect you, especially if you're not careful. It can, it certainly did, and still does. I don't b.... and moan about it though and learned to live with whatever ensued long ago. I don't burden others with my problems, or at least I try not to do so. I will say that I'm thankful for certain folks that stuck with me along the way during my more recent stay in the hospital, and those who continue to. You really are good people, whether you want to admit that or not. 'x' marks the approximate spot of the hole I fell through cheers.

TY

bit of musical trivia: long before Kill Bill's The 5.6.7.8's (and definitely long before today's kids), you had: https://youtu.be/M2UPIzGZrSA?si=z-83x1_oVfnFl32o

my preference would be flogging molly, but i'm obviosuly an old d

^soofing.

The embedded You tube videos that worked here earlier don't work now; they do still work on OCN. (I'll take things that make me go hmmm... for $500, Alex)

...looks like my ekg

Here's one that was released in 22:

...works for me (I could have posted the Nutcracker, but that would have been too telling). To each their own, bub.

There's no data-action assigned that drop-down option (the problem is highlighted below; for the site dev):

( ^nobody takes my purse, nobody; come dressed in a skirt and high heels, or don't come at all ) ...but, i guess if you are going to try to code 459 my MAN cave, i'll guess i'll have to set up a few extra punji stick traps just for you. don't worry, i know first aid.