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My mother got blitzed one night by a large bird---too dark to see just what---but it was anything from a larger owl up to pteradon. We figure it was protecting its nestlings.
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I hit a bird with my car antenna once. It was a automatic retractable antenna, and it was bent in half from the impact. I was able to straighten it out a little, and it continued to half-way work for about another year. I don't believe the bird lived that long, but I couldn't find it afterwards - only feathers and some blood.
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I pass a very large, very dead bird in the road once in a while, if the speed limit wasn't 55 I'd probably stop to figure out what kind of bird it was and what killed it.
Speaking of very large birds the other day there was giant, deadly, violent, ostrich cousin running loose in my city. The news decided to tell me this after the entertainment news! "There's a dangerous creature running loose in a certain county, we'll tell you which one and what people can do to survive an attack from such an animal which regularly kills people in Africa after a commercial for Zoloft and a story about a certain actor cussing out a member of his crew a year ago, everyone knows about this but we thought we'd remind you since the movie is opening this weekend, and we want to see if us talking about it can lower ticket sales, because we are power hungry journalists who want to rule the world Mwahahahahahahah. Sorry guys I kinda let that get away from me, but you went to commercial, right . . . RIGHT!?"
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There's a dead osprey (I think) on the bridge I take to and from work (when I'm working). Been there over a month now. So long as we're comparing roadkill...
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Gah, roadkill. There was this squirrel that was left on the side of the road for over a month one summer. I started crossing over to the other side so I wouldn't have to walk past it, it was so awful.
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My colorful brother in law likes to tell about the time he and his buddy were driving while slightly intoxicated. They hit a deer and decided to put it in the back of the truck, which had a cab on it. They continued driving down the road, and eventually, the deer woke up--it was stunned, not dead. I'm totally annoyed that he drove drunk, but that story always puts a smile on my face. Such a picture...
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Be careful what roadkill you pick up. If it's an endangered species, you might be stuck with a heavy fine and a stiff legal bill...
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I had to look up "Tommy Boy" on wikepedia. It didn't mention any deer scenes. I don't think my brother in law was pulling my leg. But it was before I knew him, so maybe he sold the story to SNL and that's how he made his fortune, such as it is.
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Try looking up Tommy Boy deer scene on youtube, chances are it's there. Of course I prefer the BEES! scene. Of course these things happen.
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One of my coworkers was working Christmas one year, and on his way home, Christmas morning, he got hit by an owl. It shattered his windsheild, so he had to drive like 45 miles home on the freeway with his head out the window. Home happens to be Cheyenne Wyoming, so you can guess how cold that was. Then one day, on the way home, at about two AM, driving through rural Colorado, I had to break suddenly for a peacock in the middle of the road.
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One of the coolest things that I ever saw happened on I-70 in Illinois about ten+ years ago. Near a lake next to the highway I witnessed a hawk rising across road with a 8 to 10 inch fish in its claws. It flew in the path of a car in front of me going about 65. The hawk did a midair barke and looked to be done. The driver saw nothing but bird as the hawk opened its wings in front of the windshield. The driver jerk the wheel but had nowhere to go becasue he never saw the hawk coming. The air from the car helped push the hawk out of the way but it lost its fish. As I drove by I saw the bass trashing in the left lane and a freaked out hawk flying over the lake.
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A neighbor of my parents once put up one of those wooden owls, probably to distract the seagulls and other birds my mother likes to feed.
It didn't scare any birds away, but it did attract an owl, the biggest owl I've ever seen outside of a zoo. It sat on the neighbor's roof for about three days, hooting constantanly, then went away...disappointed.
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Yes, I hate it when that happens. I have a weird phobia about "unpleasant" numbers. I'll avoid 13, 666, etc., when filling up my gas tank, booking flights, etc.
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Anyone know what happened to RFWII? He posted something about needing a lawyer then disappeared.
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Here it is my last day of vacation...I spent last night, when I was looking forward to uninterrupted sleep, in an endless retracing of steps between the bed and the bathroom. Went to bed at seven PM...didn't get to any solid sleep until at least four AM. Man I'm sick.
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Lol. No, not planning any world domination... but of course, if I WERE planning to take over the world, then I'd probably say the same thing, now wouldn't I?
666 always makes me think of 1666 and what all those poor Londoners must have thought as their entire city burnt down around them...
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You may be onto something there. My parents came to visit me a few months ago, and after a week spent wandering around London, etc. they informed me that I'd really missed my calling: I apparently should be a tour guide. Posts: 715 | Registered: Nov 2007
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I think everyone who eats at Panda Express gets the orange chicken. Now I'm no expert, I don't work there or anything, but I always get orange chicken, my kids always gets orange chicken, and everytime I've been there the people in front of me and behind me in line always get orange chicken too.
So from that poll, the information is reliable. Everyone always gets orange chicken.
My husband is the exception to that rule, but he always eats some of mine, so that still counts.
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I'd tell the Chinese restaurant "broccoli and rice" joke here, but we're not supposed to post that sort of material...
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This thread is starting to remind me of a subject I dealt with a while back. Don't mind me...I'm in the mood to share today.
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A Rush fanatic friend of mine recently posted a photo of a store receipt from a recent purchase she made. Didn't seem that big of a deal, except that her total came to $21.12.
(NOTE: this blog was originally written on a music board, so they knew that 2112 was one of Rush's most renowned albums)
I find it intriguing how often we find friendly and familiar numbers seemingly wherever we look. Back when I first decided to take the number 46 for football, softball, and street hockey, it crossed my sight on a regular basis. I originally started this essay to share my thoughts on how our subconscious strives to bring the friendly and the familiar into our daily life, but I got derailed by the unfortunate reverse side to this concept.
There are those who feel it is their duty in life to point out how your way of living or your belief system does not equate to theirs, and therefore must be exposed as evil. Yep, I'm talking about those whose subconscious allows them to see and hear things that they fear and hate, thus taking the concept of: "If you want to see something strongly enough, you'll see it" to an extreme is really shouldn't be taken. Same goes for hearing what you want to hear; if you ever find yourself in a debate, and your opponent bases his or her justifications on something you didn't say, chances are you really didn't say it, but he/she certainly heard it.
I've got plenty of examples to draw from. One of my personal favorites comes from my cashiering days. My home store (located a mile from the U of Maryland campus) would occasionally send me to a particular D.C. store on Sundays to help out. I got paid double-time for Sunday work, so I didn't mind in the least. This particular store just happened to be a block away from a Baptist church. Having grown up in a Baptist church-going house, I'm all too familiar with how charged up the congregation gets after Sunday church service, so it was not unusual for me to be preached to by these customers during my shift.
One of my favorite customer exchanges of all time came from one such gentleman:
Steve: "How are you doing today, sir?"
Customer: "Fantastic! And, you?"
Steve: "Doing good."
Customer: "How can you say that you're having a great life when you have not accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal savior?"
To this day, you can still see the scar on the bottom of my chin where my jaw dropped to the floor. How far beyond left field did that comment come from?
Oh, yeah...now I remember...our subconscious allows us to hear what we want to hear. Whether it was actually said or not. This guy was living proof of that concept.
Some people really need to stop doing that.
My mind dove head-first into flashback mode, and it took some doing to get my concentration back to the intended topic.
My friend's receipt experience.
Seeing the friendly and the familiar.
People seeing things they fear.
The unfriendly and the way too familiar.
Uh-oh.
Let's try this again.
My friend's receipt experience.
Hey, wait...I have my own receipt story!
And it happened at the same store as my "great life" story.
What a surprise.
One guy, having come to the store straight from church, went through my line. I rang up his order, took his money, then announced that his change was---and, folks, I could not have made this up on the fly in a million years---$6.66.
He recoiled his hand and retreated out of the store in record time.
I've got a better idea. Some people shouldn't be allowed to have a subconscious.
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Sorry sheena, I'm not a fan of orange chicken. I always get the stuff that you wrap in thin pancakes, a "real" Chinese dish. Forget what its called. But I bet Panda Express doesn't sell it
There's an eclectic Chinese buffet we like; it has pizza, sushi, American, & Chinese. I've seen squid, baby octopii, giant crayfish, whole fish staring up at me, you name it, they've tried it. But not me. I stick to the American in that place.
I always look at the clock at 12:34 p.m. It's in my scheduale now, everyday after lunch I look up at the clock and say, what time is it?, and presto every day it is 12:34. (and no the clock is working) I also notice 9:11, though not as much as 12:34. ~Sheena
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When you said "Rush fan" I thought you were talking about Rush Limbaugh. I'd forgotten all about the band...
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I'm not overly fond of 9:11, AM or PM. I also have a lingering distate for 1:28 and 11:22. But then I'm probably older than you...
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I'd assume so, since you heard the band Rush and thought of an old white guy. How old are you Robert? ~Sheena
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Sheena, I think I make up for Mrs Brown because whenever I go there I always order the three entre plate with all three entres being orange chicken.
quote:When you said "Rush fan" I thought you were talking about Rush Limbaugh. I'd forgotten all about the band...
And if you're really lucky, soon you'll have forgotten all about the man too.
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I always liked 11:11 on 11/11 (and I'll admit, partly that's because it's just such a cool number).
It's funny how we can get wrapped up in anniversaries of significant events from our pasts. 4/16, 4/20, 7/7 (betraying my relative youth here) also come to mind, though the event doesn't always have to be universally important. I once read a trial record where this guy swore something happened on a certain date - he knew for sure, because it was the day after his favorite horse died!
quote:I wonder if there is anyone here old enough to have a problem with 12:07.
Yeah. You needn't have lived through it, to remember it, and have a problem with it. Even Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto had a problem with it.
I have a lingering distaste for 8:04--one of my best friends was blown away two weeks (to the day) before my birthday; almost another week and he would have made another year older.
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My life has been filled with the number 113. I love the fact that Pixar is hung up on the number too. I do not suffer from triskaidekaphobia. I always smile at 1:13. My sister yells "it's my birthday" when she notices it's 11:26. If she's late she yells "Darn I missed my birthday" if she's early she says "It's almost my birthday." Needles to say I avoid her during the 11 o'clock hour.
(as to 9:11 and 12:07, why can't bad things ever happen on the 31st so we can be free to enjoy our digital clocks!)
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Imagine if 9:11 were your birthday. How do you suppose it would feel when that day rolls around and instead of celebration you find the whole world is in mourning?
I've never experienced it. But I've often wondered about it.
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I live in a flourescent world. My work building has no windows, with huge flourescent panels overhead. (I did get an incandescant light to shine down on my desk.)
At home we have almost all flourescent bulbs; my hubby wanted to go green. At least our house has lots of windows.
How do you decorate your workspace? I have little 3D cardboard dinosaurs, and a towel that says "May the Lord keep you in His hand and never close His fist too tight on you." Family photos and art/writing by my little boy. A Jesus fish, and a painting of fishes (where a window should be). And a hilarious one-pager about project miscommunication and mismanagement. The papers are piling higher every day... Back to work.
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How do I decorate my work space? I have my daughter's track meet trophy blocking the printer, a couple of checkbooks that need to get entered into Quicken, a pamphlet on summer swimming lessons, a lovely black and turquoise brush, a library card, miscellaneous CDs and construction paper art work and the case my camera would be in if it was not currently being charged. It's lovely, and extremely inspirational. Melanie
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My husband's job is to kill mosquitos so I decorated my workspace with a big poster of common North American mosquitos. It grosses my colleagues out. It's awesome.
I memorized which ones carry West Nile, just in case anyone asked. No one has. Guess now that Swine Flu is all the rage, no one cares about West Nile anymore. Sigh.
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