A short poem today, for a short post. This is from 1996, 20 years ago this month. Someone asked me about this strip in an email the other day, wanting help finding it. At the time, I wasn’t sure where to look, and it was just as well. I would have sworn I drew it no more than 10 years ago. Yeek.
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Steve: Double check that you still have a room. Lots of evacuees headed that way from the coast.
Part 2: That warning was inspired by a post by our niece; she and her husband were “walked” by the hotel where they had reservations on their wedding night! Here’s more –
http://www.theworldofdeej.com/2012/08/hotel-confidential-walking-guests.html
Another point is that in cases of full hotels with evacuation the rates sky rocket usually and hotels don’t honor corporate rates or even accept the stays. Ask how I know that one! Managed territory from Florida all the way back to southern California and my Florida, Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana and Texas guys were out of luck, often all the way to northern edges of territories if damage was severe.
HAL is not sane.
Thanks, R.A. Orange Park it is, a few blocks north of the lake that looked like a bay to me. I have never visited her there and was unsure of the elevation.
Many years ago, I attended a business conference at a seaside hotel in Jacksonville Beach. I recall the last day there having lunch on a patio facing the ocean. The beach didn’t have much of a slope to it, as I recall, and the patio was barely higher than a nearby and not-very-tall seawall. I suspect we were sitting no more than four or five feet above sea level.
Jackie, three reasons not to go to Port Aransas, TX:
1. You are ill.
2. Travelling and socializing will not make you feel better. (On the contrary, it will likely make you feel worse.)
3. You don’t owe anyone your presence there, and especially not more than you owe it to yourself to regain and preserve your health.
Does that help? 🙂
Re Jimmy’s caption of the retro cartoon above, who had a houseboat named The Busted Flush, and, for extra credit, how did it get its name?
Big ol’ hint…
http://jdmhomepage.org/_Media/image-4_med.png
I knew that without the hint, Ghost. We used to own ALL those books. I don’t think they survived the move.
Jackie, Ghost’s 1 through 3 are all excellent. I would add (4), which you said yourself–you don’t want to. That’s all you need.
Travis Magee and he won it in a poker game.
My boating friends were incensed that the plaque was apparently removed by remodeling of marina?
Just what I need, a forceful man with common sense. Yes, the helped. I am easily made to feel I owe people even when I know better.
Just scheduled my first knee replacement for November 30. I have to get clearance from all my appropriate specialists asap which will be a project! Countless trips to Tulsa.
Back on my serious diabetic control diet and no more cheating and eating badly, if at all. Back to exercising, especially legs to gain muscle strength and flexibility. My surgeon is a realistic female who cuts no words nor covers anything in fluff. She says I will be six months recovering and six months or more apart on surgery for both knees.
I am not especially brave woman so doing this is going to be seriously courageous.
Thanks for the validation, Nancy. 🙂
Seriously, Jackie, it’s time go back to burning the candle at just one end for a while.
Jackie, I second Ghost and Nancy.
Do not confuse “duty” with what other people expect of you; they are utterly different. Duty is a debt you owe to yourself to fulfill obligations you have assumed voluntarily. Paying that debt can entail anything from years of patient work to instant willingness to die. Difficult it may be, but the reward is self-respect.
But there is no reward at all for doing what other people expect of you, and to do so is not merely difficult, but impossible. It is easier to deal with a footpad than it is with the leech who wants “just a few minutes of your time, please—this won’t take long.” Time is your total capital, and the minutes of your life are painfully few. If you allow yourself to fall into the vice of agreeing to such requests, they quickly snowball to the point where these parasites will use up 100 percent of your time—and squawk for more!
So learn to say No—and to be rude about it when necessary. Otherwise you will not have time to carry out your duty, or to do your own work, and certainly no time for love and happiness. The termites will nibble away your life and leave none of it for you.
(This rule does not mean that you must not do a favor for a friend, or even a stranger. But let the choice be yours. Don’t do it because it is “expected” of you.)”
? Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love
I wasn’t going to say anything, Jackie, but it seemed obvious you had lately not only fallen off the wellness wagon, you had tucked and rolled somewhere into the next county. Good to see you realized that also and are about to jump back aboard, bum knees and all.
Joint replacements are not for sissies, but I never figured you for a wimp. And who knows, a tall, dark and mysterious visiting nurse may show up one day to assist with your recovery. 😉
Jackie, my Spyderco Tenacious came in today. I like it, a lot. Size-wise, it seems to be larger than my Delica and smaller than my Endura, making it a Goldilocks knife that fits my hand very well. It has a heavier blade, also, giving it a more substantial feel. Envelopes, beware; you *will* be opened.
http://www.spyderco.com/pix/products/large/C122GBBK_L.jpg
Now, if you get a Spyderco Persistence model, we can be tenacious and persistent. 😉
I think I have Salts if someone hasn’t walked away with them! Which brings up issue of where are my knives I bought for my workmen? I have felt so badly I haven’t even asked about where they are.
Yes, I am going to start with wellness immediately with clean sheets and send the laundry out to laundry room until I feel better. I could possibly go a year on clean clothes supply in closets.
Then I start booking appointments to get the clearances for surgery in morning. All while forcing fluids and drinking diabetic nutrition control shakes. Back on the wellness wagon.
#5) As you are ill, try to avoid spreading your creeping crud to others…by staying home.
Pitiable attempt at humor not related to anything on this page:
This just in: Samsung announced this morning that it is now a sponsor of the hit AMC series “Halt and Catch Fire.”
Ghost knows what kind of carrot to dangle ahead of the rabbit. She will behave in more bunny like manner.
Jackie: Take care and be good. Prayers [even skeptics pray, sometimes]. Peace,
Bunnies are good.
Rick, I hope that’s only a joke. I hadn’t thought about it, but if my old “new” 50-inch Samsung TV should burst into flames, the result would be rather spectacular.
What’s that great Mae West quote? Goodness had nothing to do with it?
Seriously, I am saying prayers for all in harm’s way tonight.
Yes, even skeptics are known to pray especially for others.
From the film Night After Night, in response to the Coat Check Girl’s exclamation “Goodness! What beautiful diamonds!”: “Goodness had nothing to do with it…”
Also, the perfect title for Miss West’s autobiography.
Jackie, more pocket knife porn…this is the Persistence. It appears to be pretty much a scaled-down Tenacious.
http://www.spyderco.com/pix/products/large/C136G_L.jpg
Nice couple. I wonder if I will get a discount if I am not there?
If speaking of a Spyderco discount, Jackie, I suspect it would be yours for the asking, even for mail order.
Got clean sheets on bed. Dickens is licking from ankle to hip. He NEVER does that. I must be in bad shape!
Recounting this at Mark’s suggestion who thought it funny. I woke up during night and half awake thought I had a man’s arm around my waist, from back. A very hairy arm.
Dickens who worries endlessly about me had draped all ten pounds of himself across my waist under the comforter, for first time in his life. I was quite relieved to find out it was my usual bed partner actually.