The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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Ineptitude? Testing the theory "more is better"? Anyhoo, the idea was
I didn't want you to get away without wishing you "Happy 1000th post!"
Guess I could have done it in a more civilized way, however.
But where's the fun in that?!


Happy 1000th post Sam!

I thought Merle was born November 20th? (My circuits may be fried ) Well Merle, I was thinking you a Scorpio. Happy belated Birthday, m'dear! (...and if early, well then, Surprise!! !)

Hey!
Hope you are enjoying yourself at work since you are preoccupied by it. I tend to get caught up in things too, but I doubt any other Aspies do.

One of my all time favorites. Thanks BlessedMom

Or, as my 2 yr old granddaughter sings it:

"Nothin's gonna change my worm, nothin's gonna change my worm."

That is priceless!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, CC!

I knew Chuck, Postie and Gromit were contagious!! Oh well, too late now. There is no cure.

ca' /kɑ, kɔ/ Pronunciation Key [kah, kaw]
–verb (used with object), verb (used without object) Scot.
to call, as to call an animal toward one; urge forward by calling.
[Origin: var. of call]
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)
Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.

"Ca hoots" are sounds sometimes heard in Scotland. (As when Scots "call in" elephants to play music - as per richie's post). Contrariwise, a "CA hoot" may also be a person, such as a California hoot, and therefore Nan. Or Canadian Alberta hoot, and therefore Lauri. There has been much debate and confusion over the whole definitioning affair concerning "cahoots", without even adding all of the knotty Cognito aspects. Besides, bars (Tennessean for "bears") should pay their own bills, especially bars riding unicycles. My contention in Cahoots was: why should Gromit and I be held responsible for the bills of drunken unicycle bars? Let alone the ensuing carnage! Unfair, I say. That's why I stole the pickett fence spaces: I spread them w-i-d-e open, and Gromit and I headed into them, each of us atop a drunken unicyle bar. (A neat trick for an immediate getaway).

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Follow the link if you want to hear or download two tracks from the Thai Elephant Orchestra. Sounds a bit free jazz to me. Music for old souls. If you have heard everything humanly possible before, this might still be new.


Yeah, well, is that by choice, or because you're still covered by sticky wax, and you couldn't get the story unstuck if you tried? I mean, there's tar and feathers, there's you and your stories, and no evidence is detergent strong enough to part the two.

I would also like to mention a little detail you omitted. I didn't choose to get on the bear. You stuck me on there with your wax, then slapped the bear on the hindquarters to make it go. The drunken meandering made it hard for the Cahootians to aim (and I reckon the laughter must have interfered as well), but it didn't make for a fast getaway. Having to mend a puncture on the unicycle didn't help either, and my trousers are still stuck on that bear. I had to make a grass skirt to protect my modesty once I got off. See if I ever make a getaway with you again! [Walks off in a huff.]

I am that November baby, Chuck! I was born on Nov 20, 1950. Moon in Aries, sun in Scorpio when the Virgo constellation was rising above the horizon of 37 N 97 W.

I didn't see where it was in question, actually. . .what else might I be missing?

I wonder

Merle

Oooh! I used to have a huff! what did I do with it, I wonder? I used to walk off in it a LOT!

Merle

"If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is a compromise."
-Robert Fritz

Admit it. This is what you truly wanted. Besides, had it not been for this little "incident', you never would have met Sonja the Fire Eater who later traveled with you through Borneo.

Well. Perhaps 'twas whispered in my dreaming ear that today was your birthday. Anyhoo ...you get to celebrate your birthday twice this year then!

Happy Preliminary Birthday, Merle!

A very merry unbirthday
To me
To who?
To me
Oh, you

A very merry unbirthday
To you
Who, me?
To you
Oh, me

Let's all congrulate us with another cup of tea
A very merry unbirthday to you

Now statistics prove
Prove that you've one birthday
Imagine just one birthday every year
Ah, but there are 364 unbirthdays
Preciselywhy we're gathered here to cheer

A very merry unbirthday
To me?
To you
A very merry unbirthday
For me?
For you
Now blow the candle out, my dear
And make your wish come true
A very merry unbirthday to you

Well, I was positive that yesterday or the day before you listed your age as 56, and now it's 57. It's all that riding on unicycling bears. Makes me dizzy.


You do have a point here. I wouldn't have met Sonja.

Traveling through the swamp forests of Borneo with a fire breathing high society lady with the voice and attitude of Lady Bracknell, who insisted on tea and scones every afternoon at 5, in formal dinner wear, that will enrich my dreams for many years to come. Something to tell my grandchildren, if the experience hadn't made it impossible that there would be any. Ahhh, the memories...

How did you meet Sonja, Chuck? You were a bit vague when you introduced us. You left rather suddenly. Dust cloud on the horizon almost as soon as she reached for the paraffin (kerosene to you colonials). I never saw a bear pedal that fast. I couldn't follow, of course, not having finished my grass skirt.

Spoiler Alert: this is not as lighthearted as the other fun topics in the Cafe today



they changed the payment system for insurance premiums at work. they sent out warnings that if people were not paid up to June 1st by May31 they would revert back to their original medicare. We have had thousands and thousands of angry, confused, irate, people demanding to be heard that they have paid the required premiums and we check and see that they did. They think they are losing ALL health insurance, because of the horrible wording in the original letters.
They decided to call people before they got the letters to clarify the issue, but the other day, an old lady dropped dead of the shock WHILE ON THE PHONE with the out caller. Thank the goddess it was not with me, but instead of addressing this as a company, or even as a team. . . it is not being talked about at ALL but through the back gossip in the break room. It is the last straw for me, unfortunately. I think my job is in jeopardy, because this is not what I signed on for two years ago.

I would not process or deal with this very well if it had happened to me, and I can't stand the constant harassment and anger and bare faced hatred spewing through the phone lines as I have become a bill collector and all of my callers are over 65 years old and on fixed pensions. Talking to a 90 year old woman who is in tears about being one month late for insurance premiums and being threatened with even MORE bills if they don't pay up is what my wonderful job has morphed into. And I am the only one that works the late shift (5 to 8PM) every single night when the greatest concentration of those calls come in.

I have been lulled into a false sense of security by the years of doing a great job and getting paid relatively well. I want to go part time so I can write this summer. I am having an annual review next week and am going to tell them then. If they can't do it. . well

I guess I am unemployed, then. But I can't be involved with someone dying at the moment I am giving information that might be momentous to them even if I am not 'responsible' for their actions, I certainly would not be able to convince MYSELF that!

Merle

Merle

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