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Not yet...they're barely hanging on. Maybe if Good Ol' Silvio knocked off with the call girls, he might save the republic a bit of cash.
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LOL the one my parents had, Peanut, was quite the mighty huntress. In one year she cleared out 56 gophers, including an entire den in one day. By the end of that day, she was so tired, she didn't want to eat the babies, nor even climb the back fence. I think that year she also caught 2 rats...foot-long ones. The back field, which was under the protection of San Francisco Watershed and full of wildlife, perfect for a 15-pound feline. But then she would hear human voices outside, particularly my dad's, and would come and hang out, almost dog-like. Total sweetheart.
Of course, she HATED Bella coming into our family...but that's for another story.
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And clearly no one there knows Italian, either
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What an honor! Or should I spell it honour, considering my honorary citizenry?
Lord Caldrail, I am most honoured and humbled...I promise to uphold my new-found status with the respect and dignity it deserves. Grazie mille, Don Caldrale...or can that be said here?
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First an advice distributor, now a politician...clearly my ideal position in life is as a jobs counselor.
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I think it got solid reviews, basically because it's on one of the cable channels (I want to say TNT, but not sure).
NBC this fall is unveiling their version of Prime Suspect, with Maria Bello as the central character. I don't know...something tells me that a show like that should have been done on cable instead. Then again, there are enough crime dramas on there already.
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Aw man...and I gotta wait a month or more to see this???
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Hmmm. I don't know that one, either the British or the American version. Then again, I don't watch or even pay attention much to sitcoms and the like.
There are two exceptions of successful imports are All In the Family (the 70s sitcom based off of Til Death Do Us Part) and The Office. The former, well, you had great writing and a great cast--Carroll O'Connor was a high caliber actor, and he made Archie Bunker a true character of his own. The latter, well, while I wasn't a huge fan--I kept expecting to see Sir David of Brent and the rest--it was a great translation. Again, great writing and a great cast. And in both cases, a true understanding of the original series, and how to accurately translate it to an American audience so that you don't lose the main messages, but you use subtleties that are local.
I remember reading about the American versions of AbFab...and gagged. I don't like Roseanne Bar, in anything...and absolutely couldn't see her as Eddie. Not to mention that, those characters could easily be understood by Americans as they were played by the original cast. And I hated how Men Behaving Badly was done up...Rob Schneider is funny comedian, but not a good actor. Martin Clunes...good actor, and good comedic actor.
Then again...I wonder how many times the Beeb (or other non-American broadcaster) have tried to re-incarnate an American show, only to fail? Could another culture really try to do their version of Seinfeld?
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Is it migratory?
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Nah, I think the condors are endangered. Besides, they are some ugly buzzards...they don't exactly give an air of beauty or sophistication. No, what you need are some falcons...majestic birds, they. I love watching them cruise the skies around here, in search of a yummy morsel that dares to pop its little head out of its burrow.
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Well, thanks for your service, Lord Caldrail...you've sufficiently warned me. I'll see the episode in about 2 months time (The new series doesn't get shown here until 22 August, or there abouts.) :/ I'm a kind of Atkinson fan--loved Blackadder, hated Mr. Bean, thought the Thin Blue Line was more of the same. Hopefully there are enough high points to counterbalance this low point out.
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Ugh, the Prius...here in the Golden State, there's too many of them, and other hybrids...and I've long ago given up arguing with people that they're not doing that much environmental good. Those that buy the hybrids for the fuel economy, well, I can't argue with that one much. It's not a great argument, but they are probably saving some money on gas. I guess.
A recent ex-boyfriend had his early-90s Civic hatchback for 15 years before he decided to buy a new car. He ended up with a 2-year old 330i...a move that made me giggle quite a bit. See, this is someone who enjoys the finer things in life, and then feels the need to justify his purchase, as if anyone cares. He griped to me that he wouldn't ever consider a hybrid because older cars (like his Civic) got better gas mileage than the cars of today. Of course, when I pointed out to him that his Civic hardly got over 75 mph, and that it took 3 years to get to that point, he scoffed at my argument. Then when I told him that, for its class, his Beemer does get great gas mileage--over 30 mpg as a whole, as I recall--and that now he could go 0-60 in record time, AND that he truly was enjoying his luxury vehicle, he further got annoyed with me. "Newer technology isn't always better," he quipped back. Sure it's not
Yes, I'm happy with my car, and considering my current economic reality, well, I'm not exactly expecting a new car purchase any time soon. And for my life right now (single, no kids), it's a great car. As my life changes, I'll have different needs, and my mode of transportation will change. A girl can have dreams of fine German engineering, but it's good to keep things in perspective.
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Am not!!! I refute that charge, sir! Give me a picnic on the beach or at the park any day of the week! (Well, as long as it's not cold and foggy or rainy...that just sucks.)
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No, I know what I want, Kosmo...I'm just a typical woman. You know, complicated
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Hey now, my Toyota is going on 10 years old, purrs just like the day I got her....ok, ok, ok, it's not an M5 (my heart still desires Beemers...prolly always will, too), and it does take a while to get to 80 mph, but no matter! It's mine! And it works beautifully!
*knock knock knock*
Oh...the boys from Top Gear are here...what's this? "Please stop extolling the virtues of Toyotas, as they are..." Gentlemen, I can't say this! But ok, fine, I'll stop bragging about its efficiency despite not being a hybrid, and the like. Captain Slow, surely you can't be in on this, too? Oh good, you're fine with me having a Toyota. Incidentally, boys, next time you come 'round, would you mind a car swap? I'd love to try on that 911 that Hammond is playing with...you know, just for a change
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Oh, Lord Caldrail, all of that I figured out a very long time ago. And to let the cat out of the bag, all women truly want that at our core--we want the caveman to grab us, take us for a passionate ride...let's face it, it's kinda fun
And, if we procreate from the fun, well, that's Mother Nature's point, isn't it? (At least, if you want that sort of thing...)No, I learned the game a long time ago, figured out the ways that the caveman will attempt to hide his true intent...and decided if I wanted to play the game or not. Right now, I don't. I don't want a moonlit walk on the holo-beach, either...well, it'd be nice, but that's not what I want. I don't want a caveman necessarily, nor a sap who bends at my every statement. I want...well, a good bloke. It's a lot to ask, I know
A competition, you say? Hmmmm...I might be able to pull some strings to rent out an arena, set up an obstacle course, hide a camera crew to catch all of their movements and statements...WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT a minute...this is sounding like a reality show. A bad one at that. One with lots of crying involved on my part, the supposed act of true femininity. Nope, no way...I'll stick to the old-fashioned method: short skirt, cleavage, heels...and see who comes knocking on the proverbial door. Besides, I get to play and decipher hidden messages...more fun for me!
(As a side note, I'm sure that you, dear Lord Caldrail, still have your caveman moments...all men do until they're a bag of wrinkles or 6 feet under. Tis Mother Nature having fun at the expense of males everywhere. Yes, many of us womenfolk have figured you lot out
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So, now that I slept in a whole 15 minutes, thanks to my bladder, I decided that laziness might be the ruler of this day. Or not...dunno, I seem more wishy-washy than usual.
I know...I'll follow the lead of Bella! Oh, wait, cats tend to be indecisive themselves, and this one in particular. Hmmmm...planning just doesn't seem to be my thing right now.
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Clearly, that's it...you have two possible positions that you are highly skilled at:
1. Customer Service Trainer...just think, you could be teaching others the invaluable skills to bring customers what they need, whether they know it or not.
2. Life Coach...but the useful kind. Not the New Age crap, no, you actually help others with their decisions. I mean, that gentleman needed a boost of confidence that he was indeed making the right decision, and you helped him with that! With skill!
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Feh...you boys are all the same. You'd rather go for hot alien chicks than stay here at home...FINE...be that way!
Just for that, I'm gonna go for some hot Klingon hunks...I mean, they appreciate a voluptuous Earthling babe...and those ridges are a big turn on.
Hmmmm...now that I think of it, maybe that's why I much preferred Capt. Picard to Kirk...Picard was focused on the task at hand, not chasing alien skirts.
Ahem...er...back to reality.
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ROFL Jezzeh only showed you part of the story. Those lot are down there, and up here in NorCal...and not all coming from the same places. No, they aren't the Visitors, it's the movie start and wannabe star crowd. Seriously, look at how tight the skin is on the inhabitants down there! They're alien! It explains so much, I tell you!
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Well, now, foxes do exist where I live, but I rarely hear them. Semi-feral cats and bobcats...that's an entirely different matter. Last night at 1:30 or so there was a terrible guttural scream--by two such felines--right outside my bedroom window. I looked, and saw a bobcat (I think...the moon wasn't so bright) and the semi-feral white and grey friend having it off. Perhaps they were fighting over rights to the catnip on my patio...who knows. They ran off...don't know who won that round.
(And, yes, where I live there are numerous other creatures of nature that are much larger...but they rarely make noise at night. It tends to get in the way of the hunting.)
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GoC, I do understand the adventurous spirit and zeal of exploring the unknown. But maybe it's part of my generation (of Americans, at least), and it seems that many of us are interested, but know that there are so many problems down here that need our attention. And, hey, the tortoise made out pretty well, right?
Kosmo, a question for you: I know that since Romania was part of the Soviet bloc, you probably got more of that version of the story growing up. But what is the attitude of Romanians about space exploration? Has it changed over the years? I'd be curious to compare it to the Western Europe/American attitudes.
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Look, I'm all for the aliens attacking LA. Let's face it...I think they run SoCal anyway. I mean, have you seen some of the faces and plastic parts on some of those people there???
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That lecture reminds me of a time in grad school when an acquaintance wanted to have a 'deep discussion' on the topic of the Meaning of Life, and all that. All I could do was start humming an influential song, perhaps you have heard of it?
(And the more I think about it, I almost believe that there's bugger all down here on earth. Well, with certain exceptions, present company included.)
Inherently Dangerous?
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I've been on a personal quest to never live a place that snows. We Californians don't quite know how to drive in the rain, and many can't quite handle thick fog. Besides, snow is cold and wet...no thanks.
But the one time I did have to do it, I was just fine throughout--I got to campus and back in good shape and with no extra dings on the car--but I couldn't quite believe how tired I was. I had to concentrate so hard while driving just to make sure that I would get through alive, that in the afternoon when I returned home I looked longingly at the couch. A nap was definitely in order.
As a side note: many here say that driving of any kind isn't a sport..."shoot, I can drive 100 mph...don't see what's so hard about that!" I admit, the training for that as compared to a hockey player is apples and oceans, but still, it does take concentration. If nothing else, as you point out, Lord Caldrail, the reflexes and timing and agility that are required are more than what a normal person has. That being said, I seriously want a go at driving that fast