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  1. emptc12 commented on Savage Chickens 3 days ago

    Why, thanks very much, but it’s not necessary. I do have the issue somewhere buried within my boxes of books and magazines.
    I had a subscription to F&SF in the late ‘70s and early ’80s, mainly to read the Isaac Asimov essays. F&SF at that time seemed to be going over much more to Fantasy, and I preferred the Science Fiction stories, so I stopped getting it. At one time I got Omni and Analog, too. And also several science magazines. The only one I get now is National Geographic. I’ve gotten NGM since 1962.
    That was very nice of you, taking time to write. I almost missed your message.

  2. emptc12 commented on Ask a Cat 3 days ago

    Lots of little animals like getting into boxes, including human children. One of my pleasures in young childhood was when my father brought home big boxes that once held kitchen appliances such as dishwashers and stoves. The best boxes of all were refrigerator boxes.

  3. emptc12 commented on Herman 3 days ago

    Might he then take the risk of being found guilty in a “kangaroo court”?

  4. emptc12 commented on B.C. 3 days ago

    I was once able to do a lot of difficult yoga positions, and in mediation intoned “om” or “aum.” If I tried to do them these days, I would probably scream “aaaiii” or “aarrgh!” And forget about “the vacuum.” That bag is way too full!

  5. emptc12 commented on Nancy Classics 3 days ago

    Thanks for the explanation. I have a hard time explaining to younger people about the different types of records. (Although, I read that records are “coming back,” if indeed they ever completely went away in Europe.)
    My grandmother gave me her collections of 78s, and in looking at them I could not understand how people had the patience to keep changing record sides, and even to multiple records to listen to a long classical compositions.
    The arrival of LPs must have seemed a great convenience. I remember those very well, and also 45s.
    I bought a bunch of inexpensive LPs just as CDs were coming in. Then, overnight it seemed, LPs disappeared from the stores. Now that I’ve gotten many CDs, digital downloads are taking over.
    Technology moves so fast, anymore. Years ago, I went to Tower Records in Chicago, not having been there for six months. The classical section was on the 4th floor. I went up the escalator and … there wasn’t a single LP around, everything was in CD form! I was flabbergasted. An old couple came up a few minutes later. The old lady looked around for a minute, and having grasped the situation, got a disgusted look on her face. She said to her husband, and loudly enough for everybody else to hear, “They call it Tower Records, but there’s no damned records!”

  6. emptc12 commented on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal 3 days ago

    Hey, no fair! As Satan wrote in “Letters From the Earth,” by Samuel Clemens:
    “The law of God, as quite plainly expressed in woman’s
    construction is this: There shall be no limit put upon your
    intercourse with the other sex sexually, at any time of life.
    “The law of God, as quite plainly expressed in man’s
    construction is this: During your entire life you shall be
    under inflexible limits and restrictions, sexually.
    “During twenty-three days in every month (in absence of
    pregnancy) from the time a woman is seven years old till
    she dies of old age, she is ready for action, and competent.
    As competent as the candlestick is to receive the candle.
    Competent every day, competent every night. Also she
    wants that candle — yearns for it, longs for it, hankers after
    it, as commanded by the law of God in her heart.
    “But man is only briefly competent; and only then in the
    moderate measure applicable to the word in his sex’s
    case. He is competent from the age of sixteen or
    seventeen thence-forward for thirty-five years. After fifty
    his performance is of poor quality, the intervals between
    are wide, and its satisfactions of no great value to either
    party; whereas his great-grandmother is as good as new.
    There is nothing the matter with her plant. Her candlestick
    is as firm as ever, whereas his candle is increasingly
    softened and weakened by the weather of age, as the
    years go by, until at last it can no longer stand, and is
    mournfully laid to rest in the hope of a blessed
    resurrection which is never to come.”
    Clemens is quoted as saying, “This book will never be published.” Well, it was, but not until 1962. It’s probably on the list of books that are banned from schools.

  7. emptc12 commented on Kliban 3 days ago

    “Hey, you dim bulb! Once is not enough!”

  8. emptc12 commented on Nancy 4 days ago

    Of course I remember. Shirley Temple was born in the same week as my mother. Shirley was probably every mothers ideal of a what a daughter should be, but not of the daughters themselves. For several decades, the “Shirley Temple” look was the bane of little girls’ existence. My wife, for instance, in the 1960s was dressed that way by her grandmother, and hated it. She said as soon as she got alone she “yanked those stupid curls out straight.”

  9. emptc12 commented on Rose is Rose 4 days ago

    Talk about Eternity — as near as I or any of us get (in this life) is in looking up at the night sky. I’ve seen some European cathedrals, Roman ruins, the Pyramids; and I’d like to someday see the cave paintings in Europe. But as inspiring as those are, they are relative ephemera in the scheme of the Cosmos.
    It’s still dark when I leave for work now, and the stars are there for me nearly every morning. But I so seldom actually look at the stars, anymore. When I do, they seem at times to draw me upward to join them; then at other times, to crush me with their indifference. They are jewels embedded in cool vastness. The skies around here aren’t are clear as they used to be, and neither are my eyes; my night vision is dim with static.
    I used to look up at the night sky all the time and make childish plans to visit one or another star when I grew up. I would have started with those in the constellation Orion. First, Betelgeuse, then Rigel, then the stars in the belt. That done, I would tour the Orion nebula. A little ambitious for a mortal?

  10. emptc12 commented on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal 4 days ago

    “And for your convenience our elegantly equipped vomit room trough has room for four.”