Friday Ephemeraren’t
As I’m still finding my feet after the recent festivities, I’m afraid you’ll have to use the comments to throw together your own pile of links and oddities. I will, however, set the ball rolling with a chap doing this better than you do; a lady clearly determined to do things the hard way; some hardcore embroidery; a fearsome beast’s underbelly; and, via Julia, a shadow of note.
Oh, and via Dicentra, you know it could happen.
Hal, have you ever stayed at a hotel where the clerk would not fix a booking error on his/her computer, but snottily told you to go online and do it yourself? After paying the hotel’s $4 wifi fee?
Hal, have you ever lived in an apartment house where you had to go online and reserve a washing machine weeks in advance? How about a city where all the apartment houses were run like that?
Hal, have you ever lived in a city where the liquor stores were all government operated, and were open only during the hours you were at work, plus very limited hours on Saturday? So that there were long waiting lines on Saturday?
Hal, maybe you should re-visit that thread and read it more carefully.
Hal, have you ever stayed at a hotel where . . . . .
Wellll, lessseeee . . . . . when reading through the thread, and when doing what I did, which was to actually pay attention . . . .
. . . that is to state, the particular hotel in Stockholm in which he chose to stay, as opposed to every single hotel in Sweden, where apparently there does happen to actually be more than just one hotel in Stockholm.
. . . In some hotels, so there’s that bit about alternatives being available . . .
I have no idea why he chose that one hotel, and less of an idea why he chose to remain . . . .
But as you’ve chosen to demonstrate with absolute clarity, maybe you should re-visit that thread and read it . . . .
I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.
I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.
Good on ya, HAL 9000, you are one up on your namesake. No wait, if you are conscious, two.
Hal, you should not double down on stupid…unless your conscious intent is to be an obnoxious ass.
Dave. My mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do…
Who’s been watching Dave Chappelle’s Sticks and Stones on Netflix? Any thoughts?
I quite enjoyed it, and didn’t find it needless provocation for the sake of provocation either.
Naturally, the PC left abhor it.
Close italics.
🙁 Whoops.
Not sure how to close someone else’s open italics html.
Need help before David wakes up and takes away our privileges.
Is it better now?
Aaaaahhhh. Much better.
Hero. How’d you do it, WTP?
In great Australian fashion, I’ll shift the blame…. I blame Skippy here. Never taking my pet kangaroo to this joint again. Skip, you overturned the Italics jar!
Nice job WTP. The hump fat’s on me.
I’ll just leave this one here.
Once italics start to flow, it’s not just the bracket backslash eye bracket, it’s having faith that it will work. The Preview button may help you avoid trouble but once you’ve screwed up it is no longer your friend, but your enemy. You must have the faith in BBEB. Enter BBEB and go ahead, go commando and hit Post. It will post and still look bad, but if you hit the refresh button on your browser, you will see that your faith was rewarded.
[ Sips coffee, attempts to focus. ]
—A particular bit . . .
While some parts may be a little overwrought I have to say that were I staying in a hotel where they screwed up my registration, and I was speaking to someone at the registration desk, I would in fact expect them to sort that out there and then.
Don’t know if this link will work for non-Facebook people, but some horrific video from the Bahamas from a friend of a friend. If you go to this guy’s fb page there’s more from himself and a neighbor trapped in their attic. God help these people.
https://www.facebook.com/516919367/posts/10158435959934368?sfns=mo
That should more clearly read that the neighbor is in their own attic. This guy is still ok as far as i know.
were I staying in a hotel where they screwed up my registration, and I was speaking to someone at the registration desk, I would in fact expect them to sort that out there and then.
It reminded me of accounts of traveling in the Soviet Union, where actual customer service was not done because it was regarded as demeaning. Sweden seems to be pathologically egalitarian, so I suspect the same cultural dynamic is at work.
Enter BBEB and go ahead, go commando and hit Post.
Ah. So taking off your underwear is the secret.
Little tip sent. Congrats etc.
Little tip sent. Congrats etc.
Bless you, sir. May you be spared the dilemma of insufficient power points, such that you have to unplug the phone charger, on which your phone sits, in order to use the toaster, resulting in the feeling that you’re disconnecting a loved one’s kidney dialysis machine.
“Bless you, sir”
How very dare you assume my gender etc….. I want a refund.