Archived comment by Passerby:
hello fatty

Archived comment by Social Neanderthal:
And why does the Divorced Barbie cost twice as much as the others?

Because she comes with Ken's house, Ken's car, Ken's boat, etc, .....

Archived comment by Bill Humphries:
That sounds like a bit of dialog from a Rudy Rucker or a Cory Doctorow story!

Archived comment by Apple:
Ah, Strongbad, how I love thee!

*grin*

(Namelink work safe)

Archived comment by Noyock:
Well, I learned a great deal about telegraphs, anyway, so the day wasn't a total loss.

I liked Barbies as a kid. I used to play "Barbies in Vietnam" and generally ended up cutting off all their hair in the course of boot camp, which annoyed my sister greatly. And sometimes they lost limbs to land mines.

*looks around*

What?

Archived comment by Paul:
Speaking of Barbies...

Archived comment by Jon:
I was sad when the Friendly's in my town closed - I had some good memories from all the years I'd eaten there.
It got replaced with Finagle A Bagel though - bonus!

Archived comment by ParU:
Noyock - I've been to the Toronto Museum of Science and Technology - we had a 'dinner meeting' there at a conference I was at. Nice place.

Actually, now that I think of it, I dragged my kids to every 'museum of science and Technology' up and down the West Coast of the US and Canada. I liked them and I think they did too. Certainly more interesting than a lot of other 'tourist' destination stuff in cities.

And my daughter was always interested in 'making things work'. Her big engineering accomplishment as a child was a 'working' Barbie ski lift. Kinda cool.

Archived comment by Matt:
And of course, your last comment makes me think of this.

I know, posted before, but still amusing.

Archived comment by Intelligirly:
Shoot--I left out a sentence.

"Yes, I'll have the fish-a-ma-jig basket, please."


grin.

Archived comment by Intelligirly:
Oh, don't get me wrong. I quite enjoy Friendly's. It's just that...well, no, my friends seem to enjoy watching me when we go. Hmmm. And I'm still polite to the wait staff. But the comments that emerge are like my evil twin's older and much angrier maiden aunt have taken over my mouth. It's interesting.

Good chicken and cheese enchiladas, though. And fish-wiches...hee. which I order just to be able to say their names.

Archived comment by Joe Napalm:
So...you hide and wait until all the pesky tourists leave and you've got the whole museum to yourself. *Grin* And you get to play "Spook the Rent-a-Guard" which is always more fun than a barrel full of vampiric weasels at an Amish barn raising.

Anyway, that's actually a pretty fun museum. Or it was twelve years ago. You know, that's probably long enough that they've stopped being jumpy, so you'd've had a pretty good time of it...

*Grin*

-Jn-
Efreeti Sophist

Archived comment by Noyock:
I was in Ottawa last week and had to ask directions from about five or six people, all of whom were very polite and helpful - except for the one guy who was paid to be, namely the guy on the other end of the tourist information phone line, who gave me bus directions to the Museum of Science and Technology when I told him I wanted to go to the Museum of Civilization. It wouldn't have even been so bad, since this museum looked interesting too, except for the fact that it was closing twenty minutes after I got there. Argh.

Archived comment by tim:
Well I'm glad someone' keeping track of the landmark post's.

Denise- you found 6 helpful people in Boston??
I'm calling the local news.
No one's helpful to me...
Oh wait.
I'm not a babe.
heh
Silly me

Archived comment by Denise:
Well.. I found Friendlys to be very nice... except that I really wanted breakfast and despite the fact that they APPEAR to be the sort of establishment (ala Denny's, Embers, Perkins) that will HAVE all day breakfast.. they indeed do NOT.

I had lemon meringue pie icecream there and it had little bits of pie crust in it. DELISH.

A super nice man named Everett helped us with directions right when we arrived in Boston and so we dubbed everyone who was ultra nice/helpful after that, "Everett". There were 6 at final count... Everett#6 was a policeman in the Logan airport for our flight home... I had a stack of postcards that I needed to mail out and couldn't find a mailbox anywhere. I stopped this policeman and asked him and he told me it was WAY over in the main terminal and that I'd have to go back through security, etc... and then told me he was going on break in 15 minutes and that he'd gladly walk them over for me. And he did. Everyone got their postcards with the Boston postmark...

Good ole Everett #6.

Sorry Paul... I'll definitely come see you on my next trip out. I owe you some ludefisk and you owe me some sort of okra crap.

Archived comment by steff:
i'm ALWAYS restless.

must be an entropy thing.

Archived comment by ParU:
And when there's silence you know the natives are restless...

Archived comment by daen:
It was getting too quiet without her.

Archived comment by tim:
Wow..daen's channeling KtG

Archived comment by Intelligirly:
Yes, and the thing it makes me is the thing they renamed it for me. I've been there more than once. The only time I didn't completely change personality (or, rather, have the unused side come to the forefront), was with a friend's parents.

Heh. "Eat at Bitchy's!"

Archived comment by daen:
69!

Back to the Friendly's discussion, now...

Archived comment by ParU:
Oh go ahead Paul...

Archived comment by Paul:
"Er, I've only been to Friendly's once, but I believe it makes IGirly bitchy. Not at all friendly."

I am soooo not gonna say what springs to mind here...

Archived comment by TheEileen:
I cannot help myself...

Jon...

I don't think that word means what you think it means.
/end nearly untintelligible Castellian accent.

Archived comment by Jon:
Inconceivable!

Well, I guess I got bitchy one time at a Friendly's, when they didn't cook my food at all well. Usually they're fine for sit-down fast food. (And ice cream!)

Archived comment by Cebu:
Sorry, haven't been around in a couple days.

Er, I've only been to Friendly's once, but I believe it makes IGirly bitchy. Not at all friendly.

Archived comment by Apple:
*big toothy grin*

I knew you'd appreciate that!

Archived comment by Paul:
AAAAAEEEIIIEEEEEE!!! Not oranges and graphic design! Ia! Ia! Shub Niggurath! Cthlulhu ftagn!

Archived comment by Apple:
You forced me, Paul. (Namelink safe.)

*grin*

Archived comment by Paul:
*shrug* It's the same principle as getting a song out of your head by singing "It's A Small Small World".

Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.

Archived comment by Apple:
Just the one, ParU.

Paul, Gah!

Archived comment by ParU:
Yes Cebu - please share.

And Apple - how many states is it that you're banned from?

And I do know that you can get banned from a casino if you win too much.

Archived comment by marinerd:
Elmin, I see your problem now. I was thinking the divided street you mentioned was a different one. Greenlake Avenue doesn't go all the way around the lake, and you can run into Aurora, which is really snarky. It's a state highway.

Sometimes you just have to say, you can't get there from here!

Archived comment by Paul:
Got that mental image stuck in your head? This should help get rid of it. (namelink work safe)

Archived comment by daen:
Paul--
I don't want to know what you're envisioning, but I did not need the mental image your post triggered.

Thank you so very much.

Archived comment by Elmin:
Oh, and I'm talking about Aurora. Unless I was more confused than I remember.

Archived comment by Elmin:
Joe: O brother, where art thou?

marinerd: Well, since the lake is roughly cyclical I don't see how the aforementioned street could be running perpendicular unless it went right through the center... Anyway, I believe I ran into it during one of my attempts to get back to the lake.

Archived comment by Paul:
iGirl, you're supposed to put the Push-Pops in your mouth, not-

Gaah, nevermind. Don't want to envision that.

Archived comment by marinerd:
Elmin, I'm baffled by your tragic Greenlake experience. I think I know the divided street you ended up on, which is almost perpendicular to the lake, and wonder how you could consider it a logical choice? *g*

Archived comment by Jon:
Ceeebbbuuuu.... you must share.
"I gots to know!"
*click*

Archived comment by Apple:
You know, I'd ask what one had to do to get banned from an establishment, but I've learned you can get banned from many places.

*grin*

Archived comment by Joe Napalm:

"Do you think they meant all Walworth's, Everett, or just the one?"

-Jn-
Efreeti Sophist

Archived comment by Intelligirly:
Ooh, Friendly's!

Yeah, I'm not allowed to go there any more. It does this weird thing to my personality. They've renamed it for me. I'll let Cebu share that.

heh.

Archived comment by Noyock:
What's annoying is local names for things that don't correspond to the official names on the maps. We've got a whole bunch of those around my hometown, like on the map it's "Concession Road Seven" but everybody calls it the Shannonville Gravel Road (despite the fact that it's neither gravel nor anywhere near Shannonville). So everybody gets lost. Then us locals get big tips for showing them where to go. It works well.

Archived comment by Elmin:
I was trying to find the Bathhouse theater in Seattle once -- it's near Green Lake, which is a notorious cesspool of poor street layout. The theater is on a street that goes all the way around the lake, so I assumed that, knowing what intersection it was near, I would be able to get on this street and go around until I got there. I couldn't do it -- every intersection had at least five streets going into it, and the logical choices were never right. Once I got off, I would have to stop and figure out where I was and try to get back on again. I ended up on a divided highway out of the blue, and drove up and down the length of the lake trying to get back on this street again. Finally, I gave up -- I was able to find it the next day, but only after parking and walking aimlessly for several blocks.

Several years later, I am still baffled by that street -- it turns out it's easier on foot, but not by much.

Archived comment by Joe Napalm:
i thought, i'll just drive straight and then at least i'll know where i am. i was driving, driving, driving, never turned mind you. and i ended up in the exact same place where i started from. gyaaaa!

So much for the Flat Earth theory, neh?

*Grin*

-Jn-
Efreeti Sophist

PS - "There needs to be a better word for weird...okay, I'm moving out."

Archived comment by wykidgrrl:
jon: i haven't driven in new york too much. but my experience there was far less scary than what i go through every day just driving down broad st. or riding my bike. *shudders* i agree that 60 mph in the breakdown lane in reverse would frighten me a bit too.

denise: i feel your pain. sometimes when i'm walking down the street someone in a car will pull over, point, and say "how do i get there." or driving straight and ending up three streets over. i was stuck in warwick once, couldn't get out. so i thought, i'll just drive straight and then at least i'll know where i am. i was driving, driving, driving, never turned mind you. and i ended up in the exact same place where i started from. gyaaaa!

Archived comment by Paul:
Yes indeed, I'm so happy that I'm gonna tape this floppy disk to my forehead and turn into the crazy squeaky guy...

LEEKO! LEEKO! LEEKO! LEEKO!

(namelink work safe)

Archived comment by Jon:
It's OK, Denise. The important thing is that you had a good time, right?

I miss Mr. Donut. I can't remember what their donuts were like, but I miss their signs.

Archived comment by Elmin:
See namelink -- I forget the lyrics.