yes. I am already working, with some stress relieving rock in the foreground and background, and in the ground due to subwoofer. Next it goes to classical.

Yup.

Goodnight, box.

Good save! We almost went through the entire day without a poo reference. ^

Just doing what I can with what I got.

Just for my own edification, I did a post search on Plus1 and found that he has not ventured outside The Box. Excellent, sir. In the time that I was sifting thru his 144 nuggets of goodness to date, I must also say that I haven't laughed as hard at too much else recently. ^ :D

I also forgot to add my $.02 to to the recent obsessive compulsion over all things bacon. I was in an Acme in Fianceeland, searching in vain for onion soup mix...when what to my wondering eyes should appear a vessel of "bacon salt". :eek: The name of the vendor escapes me, but the tagline did not: "Because everything should taste like bacon."

And on a slightly more serious note, I had no idea that referring to someone as an amputee (which last I looked is perfectly acceptable for the medical community...) is a word selection that has been lost to the idiotic demons of political correctness. I surely don't have offense in mind when I say the following, but I saw the phrase "limb-deficient" used in print today (Rotarian magazine, for those curious) and upon reading it a few times to make sure that I had indeed not at that instant lost the ability to comprehend, I felt stomach acid start to slowly creep north in revulsion. All it did was make me think back to the George Carlin bit on "shell shock". Here's a free hint, kids: softening the words will at some point damage beyond repair and pretty much invariably soften the people. Soft people (and/or societies) make for good targets of other societies who don't believe in the idea of trying to turn the human experience into something that is all warm and fuzzy and decorated with Care Bears wallpaper. I hereby anoint myself the lifetime-appointed occupant of the FPC University Thomas Hobbes Memorial Chair. I have no plans to abandon my post as the PBC, LLC event coordinator. (For the record, I'm sober. Tired, but sober.) Night, Box.

I have some of this, and have used it on popcorn. It's not bad. ^ Night, Box.

BaconSalt.

http://baconsalt.com/

It is kosher. :rolleyes: I have multiple flavors ofit from a woot.com sale, I had some at the CO DO and offered some during the initial PClub meeting but no one wanted some bacon salted vodka :D

With Mercedes engines.:D

Good morning Box. Everyone rise and shine. :rolleyes:

Good morning. Just cause you're off to Hawaii, no need to :rolleyes:, you should be :).

On a humorous note, I was working the check in counter in Honolulu one morning, circa 1988. I had a nice man come up to me and ask if he could stand by for the morning flight to LAX. He was booked on the afternoon flight. I said sure but that I would have to check his box on to his original flight and he would have to return to the airport to pick up it. Because he was voluntarily separating from his box I was required to get his signature on the bag tag, noting that he was separting himself from his box. I also was required to ask him the contents of his box since CO is not responsible for damage to boxed items. Contents: his artifical leg. :eek:
We both got a good laugh out of this.

Time for me to go to bed. It wasn't too bad of an evening except for those connecting in EWR this morning. Our red-eye to EWR is 2.5 hours late arriving due to weather in EWR yesterday. I had to send some time on the ticket counter checking people in and giving them the "good new". I rarely spend any time on the ticket counter and it showed. I had to ask some customers to walk up and down the other airline's ticket counters to find themselves seats to Hartford. All the airlines we called were either late or full (it's Spring Break for another 2 weeks). They actually found a flight on US Air and I rebooked them.

Anyway I'm tired, it's almost 3am and I have to be up at 6:30am to drive my son to school.

Good night Box.

Good morning box. Welcome to a brand new day.

I used to buy drafting supplies* from a company who's main business was prosthetics. Very strange to stand waiting in their warehouse looking up at boxes & boxes marked "left hand, left arm, left leg, right hand, etc."

*drafting supplies=cave man engineering. Think of it as "NapkinCad" kinda dates me huh?
When it was first proposed for us to go with CAD, I was dragged in kicking and screaming. They were gonna have to pry that pencil out of my cold, dead fingers... haven't leaned on a drawing board in over twenty years now.