I've gone back and looked at all of these lovely posts since I've been gone from here. If you notice that the view to post ratio is skewed, it is due to people like me who just must see all of the posts so as to glean from them all of the goodness therein. Every time a new page is viewed, it counts as another view (and, of course, if you post it counts as 2 views because it returns you to the page along with your new post), so I have viewed this topic about three times more than I have posted due to loving all of your contributions.
Kudos to all of the people who aren't weeping and wailing for the sake of being dramatic.
I'll respect those who know the game and don't like some things that they are seeing and wish to respect it.
I'll respect those who have blind faith.
Those who just want to be drama queens are annoying.
They scored first? There are only 2 1/2 periods left in the game? It's only the second game of the series and you're saying "We suck! We might as well not play! We might as well not even try! We're doomed!" This one's for you, Mr. Over-the-top Gloom and Doomer:
In the line at the store, the cashier told the older woman that she
should bring her own grocery bag because plastic bags werenít good for
the environment. The woman apologized to him and explained, ďWe didnít
have the green thing back in my day.Ē
The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. The former generation
did not care enough to save our environment."
He was right, that generation didnít have the green thing in its day.
Back then, they returned their milk bottles, soda bottles and beer
bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed
and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and
over. So they really were recycled.
But they didnít have the green thing back in that customer's day.
In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didnít have an escalator
in every store and office building. They walked to the grocery store and
didnít climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time they had to go two
But she was right. They didnít have the green thing in her day.
Back then, they washed the babyís diapers because they didnít have the
throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling
machine burning up 220 volts Ė wind and solar power really did dry the
clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters,
not always brand-new clothing.
But that old lady is right, they didnít have the green thing back in her day.
Back then, they had one TV, or radio, in the house Ė not a TV in every
room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a hankerchief, not a
screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, they blended
and stirred by hand because they didnít have electric machines to do
everything for you.
When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used a
wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not styrofoam or plastic bubble
Back then, they didnít fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut
the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power. They exercised
by working so they didnít need to go to a health club to run on
treadmills that operate on electricity.
But sheís right, they didnít have the green thing back then.
They drank from a fountain when they were thirsty instead of using a cup
or a plastic bottle every time they had a drink of water. They refilled
their writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and they
replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole
razor just because the blade got dull.
But they didnít have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes
to school or rode the school bus instead of turning their moms into a
24-hour taxi service. They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an
entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didnít need
a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000
miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful the old
folks were just because they didn't have the green thing back then?
1) I just woke up.
2) I haven't had anything to wake up my brain.
3) I have been living through the "migraine hangover" from yesterday's headache.
Now that I have my excuses made, I just want to say that if he was talking about the Flight of the Octopus, I'd be totally on board with what he was saying. Unfortunately, I didn't quite catch what his topic was.
But what the heck, let's just go with it. Everyone run over to Boston, throw an octopus in the sea, and we'll get the King of Montreal to surrender.
I am being derelict in my duties as the OP which, since Rabs disappears when she's SUPPOSED to be starting these threads, has become my sacred duty.
Here's my threads after Round 1:
Doesn't all that red look nice?
Dawn- I like the beads.
Denverwingsfan13- Have you tried crochet thread? It's a bit stronger. Or perhaps you could braid them like the younglings from Middle Earth do. I'm sure one of them could pop in and give you instructions. (Hint-hint, girls.)
My problem is that some of mine are a bit longer than the others. Do you know how hard it was to get them to line up for a photo? It was like herding first graders. At least they haven't broken yet. In '09 I had a half dozen of my Sunday School kids crawling around under the first five pews searching for beads. We never did find that last F. And you know what happened in '09.
Keep the photos, stories, and comments (inane and otherwise) coming! Best of wishes to our hirsute brethren. They should be itchy by now.
Nice to see that the Red Wings have douchey fans like any other team. It makes us oh, so much more human.
Do you kids not understand the concept of "sportsmanship"? It means not kicking someone when they're down. Sure, you can have an opinion against the Yotes, but that's what the other threads on the board are for.
This is about winning with respect and dignity, which our team commanded throughout the series, and we are now extending to our erstwhile adversaries.
Embarrassing that some kids nowadays have been taught no manners, dignity, grace, or class.