trinacriabob

This is tougher than the tobacco issue. Tobacco is inherently bad for you. We have to have food and water. That someone can't regulate it is a self-control thing. Some people are fat as teenagers and fat as adults. Some are thin/normal and morph into fat people. Very few go the other way. Metabolism changes. I used to be always be about 10 lbs. underweight as a teenager. I am now anywhere from 5 to 12 lbs. overweight at any given time. We can't dictate metabolism, stress levels, body chemistry, etc. We can, however, tax the hell out of tobacco, alcohol and beer, none of which are even necessary. Maybe we can put a height/weight test at the entrance to buffets. Those are my nemesis. However, some people shouldn't even be allowed near one.

My sympathy goes out to you, your Gradmother and all of your family for your loss, especially at a time when the holidays are at hand and you are wrapping up a semester of school. I will keep all of you in my thoughts and prayers. I was moved that you had such positive thoughts about your Grandfather and how he shaped your life. That will be a source of strength and inspiration for you. God bless all of you at this time.

sting

Istanbul

Where are those other people now? The guy on the left is kind of "out there." The chicks looks like partiers.

hot tub We had this earthy outside consultant lady that would do some minor work for us...some of the guys used to muse "Hot tubs, Big Sur and free love" (amongst ourselves and while having lunch somewhere)

diamond porque os Portugueses nao gostan dos Espanholes?

Portugal! (sharing the Iberian peninsula....nothing but love)

Have you ever noticed Limburger cheese smells just like baby poop? I was always told it was nasty stuff, but then when I picked up a loaf of it in the deli case and took a whiff through the packaging, I about passed out...

Granolas/hippies name their children weird $h!. It almost ensures these kids are marginalized if they later want to go mainstream and CORRECTLY "deviate" from their parents. I was once up in the Sierras at a lake (during the summer) and this ugly hippie douche bag called out for her (probably illegitimate) daughter: "Sequoia....Sequoia"

I've always been on the edge! Seriously, I hate the downtown cores of cities, always having lived in Bellevue (SEA), Dunwoody (ATL), Roseville (SAC) and never where the bohemian dorks live. If I had remained in LA, it would have been Woodland Hills or Orange County. Bring on the rail and I will use it. I do now.

The first and foremost thing should be that the vehicles are of high quality and will always be engineered as if $ 1.69 is in the rear-view mirror. That means HIGH MPG and bringing on the juice (electricity). Ok, having lost Oldsmobile, which i accepted even though it meant losing the Intrigue, keeping the cars at Chevy-Buick-Cadillac is ok with me. It mirrors what's going on at Ford. There should also only be one truck division. Everything else needs to go. Having Pontiac as a "niche" will be interesting, with the Eurasian imports (Opel stuff, the Japanese stuff) coming in through this venue (who knows?)...where will the outlets for Pontiac be?

IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome)

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It's the basic Custom model and it has the no-cost cloth bucket seats. The car has only been titled in the Pacific states (all of them), so it has seen hot summers, rain and little snow/ice.

vonVeezelsnider: I just might...at any rate, it'll be somewhere between 250K and 300K. Moltar: Yes...I am the original owner, getting it at the end of a masters program (May 1992) Thanks for all the kind words about the car.

androgynous

Hey, I was pretty wowed to make it to 200,000 miles on the original powertrain. I am ecstatic to have made it to 250,000 miles on the original powertrain! The reliability of this 3800 V6 equipped car has been incredible. Odometer turning over to 250,000 miles - Lake Tahoe (NV side) - 12/13/2008 Exterior view of the car upon returning to CA the next day - 12/14/2008

Hilarious. If you have a really, really strong bitch, a la Jaime Lee Curtis, tell her "it's Choice B, bitch." If she's nice (meaning a lady) and it's safe around there, then go "C." If it's not safe, then go "A"

Winter driving sucks and this weekend I learned why I have always liked Florida. The '92 Regal was going to turn over the quarter of a million miles mark this weekend, so I was going to go up to Lake Tahoe to watch the odometer turn and grab a top-floor of Harrah's lunch buffet. I was able to make it up over the summit at 7400 ft on US 50 without chains, as the snow was pretty trampled on because of the cars. It was a little scary and there was a line of cars going 20 mph. After lunch and on the east side of Lake Tahoe, the white stuff starts coming down. I could either wrap around the lake, at an average 6200 elev., and hope that the north side of the lake was snow free, or drop down real fast into the Nevada side where Carson City and Reno sit in the 4,000 + feet range and were more likely to be snow free. That's what I did. Well, I then couldn't get up over Donner Pass on Interstate 80. I actually got turned back. My trusty Regal just kept on going. I came back on an arc I've done before up through the Feather River Canyon in northern CA which was only dusted in snow...and added 3 hours to the trip. Since I don't give a $h! about skiing anymore, I doubt I will endeavor to cross the Sierras in a car during the winter again. In fact, a more southerly latitude is looking more enticing all the time.

Right, basic transportation that doesn't "shout," does its job well and lasts a long time. Of this series, I was more fond of the Pontiac 6000. Slightly nicer exterior styling and nicer dashboard set-up.

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red crushed velvet

Some damn funny black guys at my Catholic high school. True story - I'm taking drafting during my junior or senior year. Two black guys, both on the football team, are sitting behind me. They were always having trouble with their manual drafting and lettering and I was breezing through it (well, gee, what field did I go to grad school for?). The teacher moves out of range and they mutter to me: "Say, Bob, come ova' heah' and do some letterin' fo' me..." So I go over to their table and start helping them do better lettering. The teacher comes back and "chases" me back to my seat. He was a Cuban priest! I swear...only in SoCal...or Miami.