GO ABBA GO!!!

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally posted by Gattigap

They look at my car, and come back to me with an insulting trade-in amount, worth slightly more than the market value of its tires. We argue about esoteric concepts like "Kelley Blue Book values" and "fair" vs. "good" condition. Through a series of furrowed brows and reluctant trips to the back room, they increase their offer by subsequent series of single percentage points.

Welcome to Joe Torre's world.

[ABBAKiss]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
I only tiddy up (make things smooth and shinny) for those worthy of it.

Aren't YOU worthy of it? You are worthy!!!! Be tiddy and shinny!

[ABBAKiss]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
Doesn't she realize how orange she always is? Someone needs to tell her to give it a rest with the bronzer.

Lady Sovereign has a song about people who are orange. It makes me giggle.

[patentparanyc]

Originally posted by Gattigap
Friends,

You may recall that my old, crappy German car had reached that stage of its life where things, figuratively speaking, started falling off on the freeway. Imminent failure was not certain, but it had arrived as that creeping suspicion deep in the recesses of your mind.

This had manifested itself in a repair which I took to my local mechanic, asked him to investigate an issue, and told him, "look. I'm trading this car in within a week or so. I want to do the right thing, but I don't want to spend a fortune doing it because it'll soon match any money I can get for the car." He nodded.

He calls me and says, Gatti, I think I've found the issue, but digging into it and fixing it will probably approach the value of your car.

Crap. What do you recommend? Said I.

I'd just trade the damn thing in, said he. I'm happy to do this thing for you, because it'll put my youngest through college. But my recommendation is just to give the thing to the dealer. I'd recommend this repair if you're keeping the car, but it's not a fatal problem - the car runs. You're not giving the dealer a warranty, after all.

So I took his advice, notwithstanding my conflicted emotions about it. Yesterday, I empty it, wash it, clean it until it sparkles, and go down to the dealership, where I'm subjected to everything I hate about the sales process. Interminable theater, where the sales guy brings me 500 forms to sign, one at a time. Are you SURE you don't want to finance it through the dealer? Well, what about the undercoating protection? The Platinum service plan? Etc., etc.

They look at my car, and come back to me with an insulting trade-in amount, worth slightly more than the market value of its tires. We argue about esoteric concepts like "Kelley Blue Book values" and "fair" vs. "good" condition. Through a series of furrowed brows and reluctant trips to the back room, they increase their offer by subsequent series of single percentage points.

I consider walking away, but then I consider what I would've paid the mechanic. It more than covers the delta between dealer's attempted assault of an offer, and what aproaches a real-life market assessments of my car. I also think of RT's story leaving her trade-in running in the parking lot for fear it'll never start again. Suddenly, I am free.

And I have a new car. Did I tell you that I love my new car? We are 2-gethah, 4evah.

Gattigap

Do you have it? Your Prius? what color, what color?????? you decided against Gold, right????

dontcha just love that new car smell? sigh. Hint: ARmorall wipes keep the interior just detailed looking new.

[patentparanyc]

Originally posted by Gattigap
Friends,

You may recall that my old, crappy German car had reached that stage of its life where things, figuratively speaking, started falling off on the freeway. Imminent failure was not certain, but it had arrived as that creeping suspicion deep in the recesses of your mind.

This had manifested itself in a repair which I took to my local mechanic, asked him to investigate an issue, and told him, "look. I'm trading this car in within a week or so. I want to do the right thing, but I don't want to spend a fortune doing it because it'll soon match any money I can get for the car." He nodded.

He calls me and says, Gatti, I think I've found the issue, but digging into it and fixing it will probably approach the value of your car.

Crap. What do you recommend? Said I.

I'd just trade the damn thing in, said he. I'm happy to do this thing for you, because it'll put my youngest through college. But my recommendation is just to give the thing to the dealer. I'd recommend this repair if you're keeping the car, but it's not a fatal problem - the car runs. You're not giving the dealer a warranty, after all.

So I took his advice, notwithstanding my conflicted emotions about it. Yesterday, I empty it, wash it, clean it until it sparkles, and go down to the dealership, where I'm subjected to everything I hate about the sales process. Interminable theater, where the sales guy brings me 500 forms to sign, one at a time. Are you SURE you don't want to finance it through the dealer? Well, what about the undercoating protection? The Platinum service plan? Etc., etc.

They look at my car, and come back to me with an insulting trade-in amount, worth slightly more than the market value of its tires. We argue about esoteric concepts like "Kelley Blue Book values" and "fair" vs. "good" condition. Through a series of furrowed brows and reluctant trips to the back room, they increase their offer by subsequent series of single percentage points.

I consider walking away, but then I consider what I would've paid the mechanic. It more than covers the delta between dealer's attempted assault of an offer, and what aproaches a real-life market assessments of my car. I also think of RT's story leaving her trade-in running in the parking lot for fear it'll never start again. Suddenly, I am free.

And I have a new car. Did I tell you that I love my new car? We are 2-gethah, 4evah.

Gattigap

Also, I didn't buy anything fancy, mind you, but there is such a sense of relief every morning and night when the new car starts up like a reliable new car should.

I had a very tempermental old Mercedes that only started when it felt like it. Not a good train station car.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by ABBAKiss
For the record, I did not actually make a stuffed animal. I just learned how to make one if I want to.

At no point in time did I believe you had enough pubic hair to make one.

[ABBAKiss]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
At no point in time did I believe you had enough pubic hair to make one.

Once I am no longer working I am going to embroider this onto a throw pillow. I will probably do it like this though:

At no point in time did I believe you had enough pubic hair to make [a stuffed animal*]

*A "stuffed animal" is created when one defecates and then shaves one's pubic hair onto the waste material.


What font should I use? And does anyone have leads on a pattern for the decorative border?

[Anne Elk]

Originally posted by ABBAKiss
Once I am no longer working I am going to embroider this onto a throw pillow. I will probably do it like this though:

At no point in time did I believe you had enough pubic hair to make [a stuffed animal*]

*A "stuffed animal" is created when one defecates and then shaves one's pubic hair onto the waste material.


What font should I use? And does anyone have leads on a pattern for the decorative border?

This would be a good place to start your project planning.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by ABBAKiss
Once I am no longer working I am going to embroider this onto a throw pillow.

What font should I use? And does anyone have leads on a pattern for the decorative border?

Tahoma is a sans-serif typeface designed by Matthew Carter for the Microsoft Corporation in 1999. It is nearly identical to Verdana but with tighter letter-spacing and greater Unicode coverage.

[patentparanyc]

Originally posted by ABBAKiss
Once I am no longer working I am going to embroider this onto a throw pillow. I will probably do it like this though:

At no point in time did I believe you had enough pubic hair to make [a stuffed animal*]

*A "stuffed animal" is created when one defecates and then shaves one's pubic hair onto the waste material.


What font should I use? And does anyone have leads on a pattern for the decorative border?

I was going to suggest cross-stitch as well.

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop


Tahoma is a sans-serif typeface designed by Matthew Carter for the Microsoft Corporation in 1999. It is nearly identical to Verdana but with tighter letter-spacing and greater Unicode coverage.

I was persuaded a couple of weeks ago that Clearview Highway was the way to go. Not only is it easy to read from a distance, it can cut distances in half.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by ABBAKiss
Aren't YOU worthy of it? You are worthy!!!! Be tiddy and shinny!

If it keeps Hank away, it's worth being untiddy and matte.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
I was persuaded a couple of weeks ago that Clearview Highway was the way to go. Not only is it easy to read from a distance, it can cut distances in half.

IT'S TWO DIFFERENT LOCATIONS, YOU MORONS!!!!!!!!!

Really, I expect better of you, Burger. Unless this is a deliberate fringe-repulsing tactic. In which case, well played!

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Has anyone else had a lucid dream? When I was younger, I would occasionally be able to consciously determine that I was dreaming (mid-dream), and then sometimes control the dream. I just read the wiki entry (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucid_dream) on it and it doesn't seem that rare.

Unfortunately, I haven't been able to do it in quite awhile, but I recently became "lucid" in a dream, but wasn't able to control the events.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

• Technology that tracks eye movements across Web pages offers useful design insights for news sites — and sometimes uncomfortable truths. At the Online News Association conference in Toronto, two U.S. university researchers presented “heat maps” showing which parts of a Web page readers focus on, based on experiments that use an eye-tracking camera in the base of a computer monitor. But the information that the top-right corner of a page is a dead-zone for eye traffic was less interesting than the heat map for a picture of baseball player George Brett . While both men and women focused primarily on Brett’s face when asked to find a picture of him on a baseball site, one of the sexes also fixated on what the researchers coyly termed his “private anatomy.” The revelation that the wandering eyes belonged to the males was embarrassing enough for the men in the audience, but researchers Laura Ruel and Nora Paul had a further humiliation in store. They got the same results when they repeated the experiment with pictures on the American Kennel Club site.

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