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Honestly, is it just me, or do "buffalo wings" taste like chicken?

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Oceanne
20:31 Jun 25 2008

Its just you.;)

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Joli
21:45 Jun 25 2008

Mine taste like textured vegetable protein.

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captainglobehead
21:51 Jun 25 2008

I hope we are still talking about the buffalo wings, Joli.

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Kontradiction
01:13 Jun 26 2008

She's talkin' bout those Morning Star



Veggiewuffawowingiethingies..





*nods*

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I am working on the 14th floor of the Oncor Energy Delivery building. My view right now overlooks 7th Street and the bank building opposite. They are restoring the exterior of the bank building, uncovering beautiful stonework from the 1920s. At the height of the 7th floor windows is stretched a safety net, intended to catch falling debris from the restoration work. The net extends about 10 feet from the front of the building. I have just noticed, and tested, that the windows in the office I currently occupy open. The safety net is about 90 feet below my present altitude, and is about 50 feet north of me. I find myself wondering: if I were to climb out this window and launch myself into space, could my trajectory carry me across the 50 foot gap before I fell the 90 feet? Would I, could I, land in the net, or would I miss it, dropping the remaining 80-odd feet to the pavement below?



I am not suicidal, not by any stretch of the imagination. But as I get older I find myself contemplating the execution of more and more activities that are foolish at best. I am not Spiderman (he wouldn’t need the net). I know that I would plunge to certain, well deserved, Darwinian death if I were to attempt it, risking not only my own life but those unsuspecting people who may pass beneath me at the time. I would never actually try it. Even if I was sure that I could I would chicken out before I even climbed out the window (I do love leaning out to look at the ground or up at the top of the building, though). But I find myself thinking about this kind of activity more and more. Again, not seeking my own mortality, just wanting to know if I could do it.



I am not so foolish as to really attempt it. Real life doesn’t have a Save, Reset or Back button.



I should probably close the window and get back to work.

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Joli
16:43 Jun 24 2008

How cool is that?! You make me smile, weirdguy.

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I used to fall into the category of people who hate to wait in line. I still loath wasting time in line un-necessarily, but I try to utilize it as much as possible now. No, I don’t hammer away at reports or answer emails on my Blackberry. I watch people. I love observing people; their manners, actions, stances, attire, and how they relate to people around them.



My son and his friends, on the other hand, have discovered a much better use for time spent in line: speed dating. The eternity-long lines at Six Flags apparently provide sufficient time enough to scope out potential love-interests, make introductions, explore common likes and dislikes, develop attractions, crushes and relationships, make plans, break plans, tease, argue, squabble, and break-up before reaching the front of the line. It is rare that they do not come away from the amusement park with a handful of phone numbers and tales of conquests.



I met him after he got off of one ride and asked him how it was. He replied, “I’ll never love like that again.”



*single tear*

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Joli
21:11 Jun 23 2008

Oh, you did NOT just single tear!

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deathnitegrl
21:25 Jun 23 2008

LOL I hate waiting lines too and hardly ever socialise lol this entry made me smile.

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