Or this one
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2F_3BS6QSY&feature=related

One time my friend's older brother terrorized us with his shotgun, pointing it at us and threatening to fire it. It was unloaded, but what an idiot.

I used to be afraid there was a demon in the attic--down the hall from my bedroom. I had to pass its hiding place on my way to bed. And sometimes I imagined a group of them on the roof above my bed, sawing a circular hole so they could drop in (they were a smaller variety). What a pleasant childhood memory.

Enough randomness for one post...

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play the piano by ear

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(1) It took me twenty minutes to find my older one (which didn't work as well, and I occasionally cut myself on the ragged edge) and carry on opening the tunafish cans.

(2) When it broke, I got vegetable oil all over one of my good work shirts; I washed it right away but the stain didn't come out; I washed it again this morning, hoping for the best.

(3) I searched the online store of Brookstone, which is where I got the can opener in the first place. Near as I could tell, they don't carry that particular model (something I knew from going in their retail stores), but their online store doesn't carry any manual can openers. ('Tisn't the first time Brookstone stopped carrying something I wanted to buy: I had to get new Mindfolds direct from the manufacturer. But I have no idea who made these particular can openers.)

I had a popcorn bowl that was perfect. It was dropped and a crack developed (it was made out of melamine), ruining it.

I didn't even buy it in the state I currently live.

*waits*

It's a pity when the things we love die, even though they didn't live in the first place. Like I remember when I invented the electric toaster . . . last Tuesday . . . and I came out of my workshop hungry for something buttery. So I went to the kitchen put some bread into the silver shiny thing that came with the house and turned on the tv. As I munched my victory lunch a program came on about inventors. Needles to say when it started talking about the electric toaster being invented in 1893 I started crying.

Tears of Joy! This meant that I would also, someday, invent a time machine. Nobel prize and caveman wife here I come.

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They're not random, just uncomfortable.

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(My mother uses a can opener, that, when I tried it, I always cut myself on the protruding lid.)

Meanwhile...my main TV blinks on and off for up to twenty minutes after I turn it on and the colors are all off when it settles down...my dishwasher seems not to be cleaning the dishes as well as I think it should...my cable TV signal seems to lose certain digital channels as the sun goes up and the cables and connections get warm...and my DVD recorder seems to be filling up the disks after only a couple of half-hour programs.

My daughter: I've got a good idea for dinner. Can I make my good idea? Can you make mashed potatoes? Could you look up a recipe for me? Oh yeah, I know, all I've got to do is peel mashed potatoes, put them in a pot, wait for them to boil then dump the water out and mash them.

Me: OK. If you go get the potatoes you can make them.

My daughter: Yes! You said I couldn't cook til I was 10. (She's 6)

Me: Well, I'm going to help you, of course.

My daughter: NO! It's not fair. *Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.* Can Grammy and Grampy eat with us tonight, cause tomorrow they're leaving.

Me: I think they're already gone.

My daughter: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You are so mean! 5 plus 2 equals 7 OR 4 plus 3. Or 1 plus.... I got them. Now I'm going to peel them. Mommy where's the peeler? I can't find the peeler. MOM! Ooh...what's this drink? Can I have a taste of it?

Only my father-in-law was home. From his old reclining chair in the family room, he smirked at my glee and gave me permission to use the kitchen.

I bolted to the stove. I opened a cabinet. I stared inside.

"Poppa, I use a pan to cook eggs, right?"

"Yes. Bottom left cabinet."

"Thanks. Umm... Do I use oil or butter?"

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Other prairie dogs…

BentTree – 10
Aspirit – 12
Tnwilz – 14
Annepin – 6

Their posts are grouped in clumps. They participate then go away. Sometimes they return for another peek.
The curious thing I found about the other five names is that you see them everywhere else on hatrack. Full time members they greet, comment in F&F, and offer opinions in the Writing section. Just not here.

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Here's 14.

Do you really think I want to leave proof I'm not being productive?

No guarantees on accuracy. It's a great example of what a dog might think is funny, though.

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Who wrote the song "Thank Heaven for Little Girls"?

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(because you wanted to know. You just didn’t know you wanted to know)

Gabe Kaplan (Mr. Kotter): champion professional poker player and does stand-up comedy gigs.

John Travolta (Barbarino): Movie superstar

Robert Hegyes (Epstein): Teaches screenwriting and acting at colleges and high schools in California.

Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs (“Boom Boom” Washington): occasional movie/TV appearance, and writes movie/TV theme music. As a keyboardist, has released a couple of albums. (I would’ve thought he’d play bass, not piano...)

Ron Palillo (Horseshack): Illustrates children’s books and still gets the occasional acting gig.

Marcia Strassman (Julie Kotter): TV and film actress. Involved with numerous causes (AIDS, cancer, children’s).

I was reading a newspaper and I heard some whispering--from my foot.

I am fairly certain that the cells of my body have had enough of 'working together as a community', as they said, and have decided to all go their seperate ways.

What's to become of me?

Secretly isn't just another adverb. It's a super adverb. It is in fact the greatest adverb ever invented. So..

Yeah....

It so totally counts.
~Sheena