tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post110247419588165987..comments2024-03-21T03:27:00.283-04:00Comments on Kill The Goat: It's All In The HipsJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13158409505328990008noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1102644244454366012004-12-09T21:04:00.000-05:002004-12-09T21:04:00.000-05:00sleep is a commodity. early-morning noise should b...sleep is a commodity. early-morning noise should be banned.{illyria}https://www.blogger.com/profile/11333497030751042143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1102642547614962362004-12-09T20:35:00.000-05:002004-12-09T20:35:00.000-05:00My human still doesn't have his snowblower working...My human still doesn't have his snowblower working. I hate that thing. Great thing about it is he didn't notice me peeing in the gas can after he took the lid off and went inside for a fresh spark plug. I'm looking forward to a quiet winter.<br /><br />Sometimes, life is good, especially when it's the sound of shovels scraping the sidewalk instead of that loudish-monster snow thrower thingy killing my eardrums . . .Cal the Wonderdoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15437115967642066985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1102642490868150692004-12-09T20:34:00.000-05:002004-12-09T20:34:00.000-05:00Yes, people, snow-blowers...those things that save...Yes, people, snow-blowers...those things that save your back from hours of hard labour every single morning for 8 months of the year. If you think you can live without, then you clearly aren't Canadian.Jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13158409505328990008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1102634009162283242004-12-09T18:13:00.000-05:002004-12-09T18:13:00.000-05:00dude. i can't even imagine that much snow. enough...dude. i can't even imagine that much snow. enough to warrant a snow blower? geez. i need to get out more often. the last time i was in a lot of snow (probably 1 foot of it) was about ten years ago, the last time i was in Wash DC.<br /><br />i live in Texas. i think today the high was near 70.chirkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13858518959053006475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1102619785480487982004-12-09T14:16:00.000-05:002004-12-09T14:16:00.000-05:00This story reminded me of when I was a little kid ...This story reminded me of when I was a little kid and use to live just North of Ohio with my family. Everyday was lawn appreciation day in our neighborhood. And come Sunday, they appreciated it even more. If there wasn't someone doing loud yard work before 8 a.m., I would have began to wonder if my parents had moved us in my sleep!Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277601176571470952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1102605707036253282004-12-09T10:21:00.000-05:002004-12-09T10:21:00.000-05:00The small boy next door provides yet another reaso...The small boy next door provides yet another reason to be thankful this wrinkly old fart lives near Chicago. The Windy City comments only make me gloat to use the word "near". But the part about (I hate to type the word) loud machines merely inspire more ideas to rail against. Ta, J.Harryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18313556878709472843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1102587467674771622004-12-09T05:17:00.000-05:002004-12-09T05:17:00.000-05:00from heavy snow to old decrepid zombies. ur blog h...from heavy snow to old decrepid zombies. ur blog has everything.<br /><br />==============<br /><br />just saying hi and thanks for dropping by..Khalid Raffalihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10386750141454077488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1102566208687889462004-12-08T23:23:00.000-05:002004-12-08T23:23:00.000-05:00Potato chips, eh? You know, I never would have com...Potato chips, eh? You know, I never would have come up with that. Maybe because my grandparents generally have a few beers in them, so I imagine their bones being not as dry-sounding as most old people bones. Sure does paint a pretty picture though.Jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13158409505328990008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1102565491455566342004-12-08T23:11:00.000-05:002004-12-08T23:11:00.000-05:00Hi,since you dropped by and left a note I had to c...Hi,since you dropped by and left a note I had to check out your site as well. I like it. And your husband's note was sooo sweet!<br /><br />Thanks for dropping by. Check back in sometime.<br />~BridgetteBridgettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02127642274508799124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1102560734791477892004-12-08T21:52:00.000-05:002004-12-08T21:52:00.000-05:00Doesn't it suck to wake up to loud noise? Since m...Doesn't it suck to wake up to loud noise? Since moving to Chicago I have been awakened by a marathon, a fire department parade accompanied with sirens, and almost every day for the past month and a half there has been a pile driver banging away less than a hundred yards away right across the street. There's nothing louder than several tons of steel colliding over and over again. Plus I can't go fifteen minutes without an ambulance or a squad car going by. Can't people stay out of trouble once in awhile? Sheesh!<br /><br />P.S. numerous hip shatterings sound more like doing five laps in a pool of potato chips.Craig McComashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09813404414268331158noreply@blogger.com