OK, so i'm on the way home from my appointment and i pass a car stopped in an on-coming lane and see the driver walking toward the gas station holding his gas can thingy, so i swing around and pick him up.

He's thanking me profusely & all the usual stuff. After he gets gas, we head back to his car and i jokingly say with a smile, "i almost didn't help you after i saw that Clemson tag on the front of your car!" <laughs>. (i am a USC fan even though i've never watched a game)

Well! He actually got offended and sort of sputtered and didn't say anything else, and when i pulled up behind his car he got out, slammed the car door and stomped away without looking back!

i had to laugh! :hangloose: Dang Clemson up-tights! :nixon:

A hammock is a one man operation.

or, if you're rhonda, it's a flip-over-and-fall-out operation

:badscore:

I have a new (old as hell) car!!!


It has rust real bad but is mechanically sound as can be.

I think I'm going to name her Victoria 'cause she's an old Crown Victoria.


I tend to pet her as I walk by to get in... :|

Take on me.

I think that behavior modification can be useful---BUT, it can also be so painfully simplistic and even cruel...I used to write BM programs...detailed and intense programs for patients who were felt to be incapable of self awareness so the 'goal' was to change the target behaviors, those which were causing the most day-to-day problems...the programs took forever to develop and write...then had to go through a strict committee approval process...there was something disturbingly superior and othering about the whole experience...I didn't like it, although since I can be crazy detailed and analytical, I did a good job...

it's simplistic to think that by forcing someone to change a behavior that the underlying cause is remediated...I think that there may well be whole other behaviors which arise to replace the modified ones...kind of like squishing those balls which redistribute the jell inside as it's compressed in different places...

that is my random yap for this morning as I randomly think on things...

i'm hungry. how lazy is it to have breakfast (or is it brunch now?) delivered? otherwise I have to shop.

I am NOT qualified to install...solve...or fix your computer problems. :|

Dory?! I loved that movie. Yay. Notice I said nothing about the bruise.

Sweden, Harrang, claims to have the largest African American France camp in the world. A dance troupe, The Rhythm Hot Shots, put it on. Or, at least Leonard from the group does. I went for two weeks. We came from all over the world. Filled the town Amazing.

Other news...
My female parrot is in season. She would rather kiss me than eat :rubberducky: :canadian: