I don't get the point..
I guess I don't get out much. I went to the
Resnet Conference and I stayed at the
Nassau Inn.
ASIDE The Nassau Inn is home to the Yankee Doodle Tap Room. It is so named because this Norman Rockwell mural is painted on one of its walls. 
Don't bother to go there unless you are interested in a surly, malevolent bar service person. Seriously, NJ is a very humorless place to begin with and most of the servers in the Yankee Doodle Tap Room help cement that reputation. Anyway being at the Nassau Inn is one of the reasons I haven't posted in a week or more. The other reason is right after the conference I went to
Creation Festival in Pennsylvania.
As I was saying I don't get out much. I wandered in to the bath at the Nassau Inn and whilst in there I noticed this.
I thought that since it wasn't a full roll maybe some little girl (or maybe an effeminate little boy wait I mean creative) who had stayed in the room just before me had folded the bathroom tissue to a point. A few days later I was in the bath again and noticed the paper once again folded in to a point. Could the aforementioned child have kept their key and waited for an opportune moment to sneak back in the room and refold ? I upon returning home I have jokingly mentioned the incident to a few friends and have been met with everyone telling me that "the maids always do that, it's part of their job".
In conclusion...
I'd like to thank the hotel industry for providing a safe and effect alternative to the
spin the roll as fast as you can and hope the end shows up method for obtaining the end of the roll and point out again that I don't get out much.
ba
What's good for the goose ?
Sams Club (yes we've been there before together) has a gas station in the far end of the parking lot. The gas seems to be regularly 10 cents cheaper there most of the time so I'm there fairly often. It also happens to be built near some wet lands just inside the city of Syracuse boundry. Just about
dead nuts in the middle of the map below.
For some time there have been any number of Canadian Geese that free range the parking lot and apparently the attendent feeds them. They have become unashamed intimidating beggers of anyone who dares to step foot out of their car to pump gasoline.
I know of at least one little old lady who probably won't be enjoying the savings of Sams Club for gas until she's positive migrating season is completed.
ba
Open Wide
I've mentioned that a good friend is a small animal surgeon and that from time to time I wander through his clinic. Usually there is a the compliment of dogs and cats in the cages awaiting or recovering from some for of treatment. Today a medium size dog was having a biopsy of the esophagus. The scene was like something out of a Star Wars when the Millenium Falcon lands in that huge wormy monster thing.
One of the few things probably never discussed before marriage but should be part of pre-marital counseling is how much money would either partner think a particular pets life is worth. It hasn't every really been a challenge for my marriage yet (though we did spend like $140 on a Guinea Pig) but the day may come. Maybe the web should have page that is dedicated to answering the question. Input all the variables, family income, total savings, age of animal, other illnesses, etc... then have a not to exceed dollar value appear and the whole family has to agree to it.
NOTE: These are not real links, just ideas.....
www.puppybluebook.com ?
www.areyounuts.com ?
www.thumbsdown.com ?
www.sodiumpentobarbital.com ?
www.icouldbuyanewpcwiththatmoney.com ?
www.youknowIloveskippybut.com
ba
I feel sooooo important
Apparently GMail(Google EMail) is going to be huge..... Bill Fuccilo huge......
People were paying over $100 for an invite. It seems everyone wants their info in these boxes. Well, the first person who emails me using the link to the right and mentions the secret phrase (found buried, but obvious, in a archived Blog entry) will get an invite. I have the power.
We have a winnar (sort of anyway)
ba
10 Bucks
Had an interesting experience a the dump today. The dump is really not an accurate description. Technically it is a "resource recovery facility". In my county it is run by an agency called OCRRA. The picture on the left is the scene of the crime while the picture on the right is the trash burning plant.
Click Here for OCRRA's Website.
I loaded up the pickup with a variety of household refuse and headed out to the transfer station. It's a right of spring that we do every year and like most years it takes at least two trips to rid ourselves of that which 2 months ago we thought we couldn't live without or most certainly would need at some time. The first trip was about a week ago and it cost $7.50 for the load. Today was a similar load and when I got to the booth to pay the gentleman said $19.50. I took the 50 cents change from my $20 and walked back to my truck shaking my head and wondering what had weighed so much? The shaking must have loosened something up because I had a thought. I rummaged through the trash bag I keep routinely hang on the shifter arm and found the last weigh bill and compared them. hmmmm this time the "empty" truck was 240 pounds lighter. This didn't make any sense so I drove back over to the booth to talk with the attendant about it. Suddenly it hit me. Balaams_Ass weighs near 220 pounds, take into account difference in the amount of gas and viola'. The bonehead attendant didn't weigh the truck with me in it. I did learn another valuable fact. If my lovely wife decided to kill me and take my body to the dump. It would cost 10 bucks to get rid of my body, provided of course I hadn't de-hydrated too much by the time she brought me there.
ba
Signs, signs, everywhere a sign.....
...blockin out the scenery, breakin my mind. Do this don't do that can't you read the sign.
A Canadian band called 5 Man Electrical Band sang a song with those catchy lyrics.
Click Here for a the full lyrics. They'll captivate you I'm sure.
I like signs that have a purpose unlike the following.
Some building code no doubt required this sign to announce the clearance of 24 feet. Most telephone or cable lines on the poles have a minimum height of 18-20 feet. But this hotel in Fairfield NJ was taking no chances that some truck would somehow make it under the wires between the telephone poles, drive into their parking lot and come crashing into their 24 foot high soffit.
Another sign I really like used to be found on Post Office's. I looked for a picture but couldn't find one. Anyway they read.
No dogs allowed except seeing eye dogs! Now who were these signs for ? The dogs ? "Woof, woof, I'm allowed in here see the sign?"
Here's another perplexing sign that needs an explanation.
Is it the name of the road ? Is it pointing to the road named Not a Town Road ? Or is it a statement of fact and if it is who really cares. It's the entrance to a shopping center on Eire Blvd, Dewitt, NY. My oldest daughter once wanted some hot fudge so she read the directions "remove cap and foil seal completely". She took the cap off, got the aluminum foil and covered the top of the open fudge container. Made sense to me. The foil seal was gone the first time it was opened, so lacking a seal to remove she read it the other way. Foil seal completely. It would have been okay except it went into the microwave.
Finally the most ridiculous of signs. Libby and I watched a young blonde girl put these signs up. See the infamous red arrow. Please note that the bus stop is on the opposite corner, the sidewalk in front of the gas station is about 2 feet wide so I can only imagine the intended audience is people in cars driving by or stopped at the light. Mind you this is where I took the picture from. Go figure ?
Here's a link to a close up so you can read them, unlike anybody else who drives by.
Click Here for a close up.
BTW sorry for the lack of posts. I promise to do better.
BA
