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  1. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago

    Are you in rascal or whimsical mode? Then this thread is for you. Got a problem? Say it here. I will start.

    American hospitals are all thieves.

    Google is a mess.

    Congress is a mess.

    Life is a mess.

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    Beth37posted 3 years ago

    As much as I pretend I hate watching High School Musical, it's actually quite enjoyable... and not just b/c the kid on there turns out to be incredibly hot a few years later.

    1. paradigmsearch profile image89
      paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago in reply to this

      Why the heck you in Tennessee? If you were closer, I could stalk you. Darn it.

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        Beth37posted 3 years ago in reply to this

        It will take me a while to come up with a good response to this. lol

        1. paradigmsearch profile image89
          paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago in reply to this

          Take your time.

          Meanwhile...

          Printer manufactures are all thieves. Canon specifically in this case. I am looking for a hack! I am poor. Can not afford $32 for a color cartridge. I only want to print black and white; I have that cartridge. Damn printer wont let me print without a color cartridge. Thieves.

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        Beth37posted 3 years ago in reply to this

        You could cyber stalk me. (That only took me 11 hours.)

        1. paradigmsearch profile image89
          paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago in reply to this

          My child arrived just the other day.
          Came to the world in the usual way.
          But there were planes to catch and bills to pay;
          He learned to walk while I was away.
          He was talkin' 'fore I knew it,
          And as he grew he said,
          "I'm gonna be like you, Dad,
          You know I'm gonna be like you."

          And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
          Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
          "When you comin' home?"
          "Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
          You know we'll have a good time then."

          Well, my son turned ten just the other day;
          He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play.
          Could you teach me to throw?"
          I said, "Not today. I got a lot to do."
          He said, "That's okay." And he walked away,
          and he smiled and he said,
          "You know, I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
          You know I'm gonna be like him."

          And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
          Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
          "When you comin' home?"
          "Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
          You know we'll have a good time then."

          Well, he came from college just the other day,
          So much like a man I just had to say,
          "I'm proud of you. Could you sit for a while?"
          He shook his head and he said with a smile,
          "What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.
          See you later. Can I have them please..."

          And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
          Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
          "When you comin' home?"
          "Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
          You know we'll have a good time then."

          I've long since retired, my son's moved away.
          I called him up just the other day.
          "I'd like to see you, if you don't mind."
          He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I could find the time.
          You see my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,
          But it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad.
          It's been sure nice talkin' to you."
          And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,
          He'd grown up just like me.
          My boy was just like me.

          And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
          Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
          "When you comin' home?"
          "Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
          You know we'll have a good time then."

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            Beth37posted 3 years ago in reply to this

            Im sorry, only moderately sane ppl are allowed to stalk me...

        2. R Creighton G profile image60
          R Creighton Gposted 3 years ago in reply to this

          I'm stalking you.  You didn't notice?  I must be doing it wrong.  Grrr...

  3. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago

    Come to think of it, I should post this in tech. Never know...

  4. HollieT profile image88
    HollieTposted 3 years ago

    May not be the case where you are, but here there are little businesses that fill up the cartridge for you- 65% cheaper that buying a new one. Also a very good green option! Have a look to see if you can get your cartridges filled where you are.

  5. HollieT profile image88
    HollieTposted 3 years ago

    Actually, I'm going to write a hub about this!

    1. paradigmsearch profile image89
      paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago in reply to this

      I do love you to death.

      A long, long time ago...
      I can still remember
      How that music used to make me smile.
      And I knew if I had my chance
      That I could make those people dance
      And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

      But February made me shiver
      With every paper I’d deliver.
      Bad news on the doorstep;
      I couldn’t take one more step.

      I can’t remember if I cried
      When I read about his widowed bride,
      But something touched me deep inside
      The day the music died.

      So bye-bye, miss american pie.
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."

      Did you write the book of love,
      And do you have faith in God above,
      If the Bible tells you so?
      Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
      Can music save your mortal soul,
      And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

      Well, I know that you’re in love with him
      `cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
      You both kicked off your shoes.
      Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

      I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
      With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
      But I knew I was out of luck
      The day the music died.

      I started singin’,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."

      Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
      And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
      But that’s not how it used to be.
      When the jester sang for the king and queen,
      In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
      And a voice that came from you and me,

      Oh, and while the king was looking down,
      The jester stole his thorny crown.
      The courtroom was adjourned;
      No verdict was returned.
      And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
      The quartet practiced in the park,
      And we sang dirges in the dark
      The day the music died.

      We were singing,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."

      Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
      The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
      Eight miles high and falling fast.
      It landed foul on the grass.
      The players tried for a forward pass,
      With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

      Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
      While the sergeants played a marching tune.
      We all got up to dance,
      Oh, but we never got the chance!
      `cause the players tried to take the field;
      The marching band refused to yield.
      Do you recall what was revealed
      The day the music died?

      We started singing,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."

      Oh, and there we were all in one place,
      A generation lost in space
      With no time left to start again.
      So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
      Jack flash sat on a candlestick
      Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

      Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
      My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
      No angel born in hell
      Could break that satan’s spell.
      And as the flames climbed high into the night
      To light the sacrificial rite,
      I saw satan laughing with delight
      The day the music died

      He was singing,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."

      I met a girl who sang the blues
      And I asked her for some happy news,
      But she just smiled and turned away.
      I went down to the sacred store
      Where I’d heard the music years before,
      But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

      And in the streets: the children screamed,
      The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
      But not a word was spoken;
      The church bells all were broken.
      And the three men I admire most:
      The father, son, and the holy ghost,
      They caught the last train for the coast
      The day the music died.

      And they were singing,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."

      They were singing,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

  6. HollieT profile image88
    HollieTposted 3 years ago

    big_smile

  7. Muttface profile image90
    Muttfaceposted 3 years ago

    The soles of my feet are orange. Why would they do that? Is this the reason I can't dance?

  8. HollieT profile image88
    HollieTposted 3 years ago

    Thanks to PDS, I'm writing a hub at 11.28 PM on a Friday night, which, if nothing else, confirms the fact that I need to get out more. Rant over, only kidding PDS, grateful for the idea! smile

  9. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago

    I am suspecting a long MM weekend.

  10. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago

    I want to rip some one's heart out, but there is no one here I wish to do that to.

  11. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago

    The emotion has passed.

    1. habee profile image90
      habeeposted 3 years ago in reply to this

      But what if the someone you chose didn't actually have a heart? I know a few individuals who could be placed in that category. Does that mean someone has already ripped out his/her heart? Or were they born without one?

      1. lobobrandon profile image82
        lobobrandonposted 3 years ago in reply to this

        It simply means "PD was there"

  12. HollieT profile image88
    HollieTposted 3 years ago

    What's an MM weekend?

    1. habee profile image90
      habeeposted 3 years ago in reply to this

      mental madness
      maniacal mayhem
      merry Memorial (Day)
      manly mystique
      moronic male
      macho man
      marshmallow marathon
      magnificent mind
      much manure
      mischief maker
      marvelous mister

      1. paradigmsearch profile image89
        paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago in reply to this

        Gonna be a wild weekend. Catharsis time. Gotta be me. Gotta be a new me. Gotta make things right. Gotta get a life. Gotta do it all. Phoenix.

  13. step2cs profile image75
    step2csposted 3 years ago

    Google is Evil and will only get evil-er.

    Facebook lies and tells me I have notifications when I don't, just to get me to login.

  14. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago

    30 minutes and my post is still top of list? That sucks. Fix it!

  15. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago

    Trouble is as trouble does. Make it not.

  16. ahorseback profile image46
    ahorsebackposted 3 years ago

    We seek the disfunction that we become .........

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      Beth37posted 3 years ago in reply to this

      That's a good quote.

  17. gmwilliams profile image82
    gmwilliamsposted 3 years ago

    If it is a problem beyond one's purview, forget it, you cannot do anything about it anyway.  However, if the problem is within one's particular purview, MAN/WOMAN UP, assess the problem, strategize what the solution is and OWN that problem,DON'T WHINE about it!

    http://s4.hubimg.com/u/8034371.jpg

    1. paradigmsearch profile image89
      paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago in reply to this

      Love the pic. Gonna include it in my arsenal.

    2. R Creighton G profile image60
      R Creighton Gposted 3 years ago in reply to this

      Ya jack-wagon!

      1. paradigmsearch profile image89
        paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago in reply to this

        I never heard that one before. LOL

  18. ahorseback profile image46
    ahorsebackposted 3 years ago

    HAH  you mambie pambies !

  19. R Creighton G profile image60
    R Creighton Gposted 3 years ago

    http://s2.hubimg.com/u/8038501_f248.jpg

  20. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago

    Corporations are going to be the death of us. They do serve us and are needed, but some of them are so darn crooked it is beyond belief. Even worse, our laws even help them in their endeavors. Never, ever have anything to do with a contract. SWAG is very much present and is done all the time. In fact, here is a quote from one of my hubs...

    http://s4.hubimg.com/u/7804899_f260.jpg
    "...You also have no civil rights when you blindly give them away by signing a multi-page, fine print contract without reading it. This happens all the time. The days of trusting an entity just because they are a large corporation or an established business are long gone. This is especially applicable as to medical entities, financial institutions, auto repair entities, and pretty much any and all other service related entities. Corporate greed is the rule, not the exception...."

  21. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago

    Well, well..., "service related" should be hyphenated. Fixed that. And who said the forums are entirely useless...

  22. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 3 years ago

    And here is a video that will dead bang knock your socks off. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=pl … 6K6m3Ua2nw

 
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