Random Thoughts

In Australia you can take it to any qualified mechanic, a thing dealers hate you knowing. Is this not the case in other lands? 'Dealer serviced' means they gave it to some apprentice to practise on.

Well, you can do that here once your car is out of warranty. But a lot of things that need to be done are now wrapped up in proprietary data and techniques that nondealers have limited access to.
 
Yeah thats what I meant - we call it a 'log book service' - having to take a ford to a ford dealer for example, is bullshit. The only reason we have ours done is to keep the thing under warranty. It's just an oil change and a bit of tyre kicking, really. In Australia you take it where you want so long the place is authorised as a mechanic.

That depends on how much you can trust your mechanic. A trustworthy and hardworking mechanic is worth his/her weight in gold.

When my mechanic worked on my former Toyota (a Cressida), it was already ageing and sick, and not likely to get any better. But he performed miracles in sourcing Toyota parts for it. I doubt a Toyota dealership would've bothered.
 
first time I ever heard of Toyota parts being hard to get

It was a second-hand Toyota Cressida. Can't remember when it was made. And my mechanic got parts from it as late as 2004. That's dedication.

Sometimes I wonder why I didn't go to restaurants as a teen. Restaurants are awesome. Food is awesome. Shoulda spent my allowance back then on food rather than games.

More meat bigger brain, right? Right? More nutrients more thinky thinky.

On the other hand, restaurants are expensive. It's much cheaper making it yourself, if you know how.

When I have to eat out, I have to eat fast food (though I try to go for quality, not McDonald's and the like). Then again, I have a mortgage to pay. *wince* Eating in a good-quality restaurant is a luxury.
 
On the other hand, restaurants are expensive. It's much cheaper making it yourself, if you know how.
Indeed, much, much cheaper. I know how to make the stuff I like, meat and potatoes. And that stuff is grand fire!
When I have to eat out, I have to eat fast food (though I try to go for quality, not McDonald's and the like). Then again, I have a mortgage to pay. *wince* Eating in a good-quality restaurant is a luxury.
Yeah, the expensive part is why I try to only do it once a month. I, luckily, have no loans to pay off. I tend to not be too picky when it comes to food and reputation of restaurants. As long as the food is good, I am a happy boy.

But I'm easy to please.
 
More meat bigger brain, right? Right? More nutrients more thinky thinky.
When I was a mere sprat, I was told to be glad to eat fish on Friday because "Fish is brain food." I don't know if the science supports that these days.

Sometimes I wonder if some folks are easy to please, are really just people not wanting to come off as a burden, so they just accept whatever they've got and don't bother asking.
Your comment brings to mind a lyric by Jackson Browne:

"People only ask you how you're doing 'cause it's easier
Than letting on how little they could care."
 
When I was a mere sprat, I was told to be glad to eat fish on Friday because "Fish is brain food." I don't know if the science supports that these days.

Not sure if fish is brain food, but it sure is easier to digest than red meat. *nod* Eat too much red meat, and you'd be in danger of gout. No kidding. (I was recently diagnosed with gout, and was told to limit the red meat I was eating, among other things).

I only eat red meat maybe once a week (too expensive otherwise), so I don't know how I can eat less of it without cutting it out completely ...
 
when conducting virtual interviews for new personnel like a few days ago i started the interview with something like "im a person who stutters, so if there are pauses and repitition, dont worry, its not your conection!"
And my collegues and canditate chuckled.
Afterward, my former super isor who was in the interview as well tells me "thats really funny how you wove that in there. Good on you woth the humor"
I looked her dead in the face and said "it actually happens to me" and she was shocked.

Case in point: i just got off the phone with the pharmacy to renew a prescription. I stuttered on my name.
Pharmacist says "can you repeat that, i think the connections bad"
I tried again but blocked.
They said "hello?"
I sighed and said "i have a speech impediment. Its not the phone. Give me a minute"
And the pharmacist goes "oooh......"

Less of a random thought.... just thought it was funny that the very thing happened that they thought i joked about😅
 
I thought this a little strange.

A colleague at work is keen to get Christmas cheer going. Other's of us are saying it's not even December. Ignoring the grinches, she went ahead and sent an email to the office about Christmas cheer, announcing herself as "self-appointed office elf." I said to her there was a typo on her email, which alarmed her somewhat. I told her e-l-f was misspelled and should have read p-a-i-n. Bit of a laugh and back to work.

About five minutes later, another colleague asked me to proof read a report. Nothing strange in that. The subject of the report had the same first name as elf colleague and a surname that's a homophone for pain.

What are the chances? I thought it weird, anyway.
 
Speaking of the holidays, am I the only one who finds it strange that Easter eggs and hot cross buns are available in bakeries all year 'round? *shrug*

I'm not a Christian, and you may call me a grinch if you like, but from what I understand, hot cross buns were supposed to be a special food for Easter. If you can have one any time you like, that makes them less special and simply a humdrum ingredient of everyday life. Why would people want them for Easter if they can have them any time?

Also, the over-emphasis on chocolate puzzles me. What do special pastries and chocolatey treats have to do with the death of a man who, by the sound of things, was either a rebel or a nice man who pointed out society's flaws? :-\

Lastly -- in among the tinsel and the trees, the elves and the fat red gentleman, the cards and the presents -- it'd be nice if anyone spared a thought for whose birthday we're celebrating. Or is it, as Stan Freberg put it in "Green Chri$tma$", that the big companies "just know a good thing when they see it?"

Merry Christmas, everyone.
 
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If you are puzzled by the consumption of chocolate for any reason, I can only murmur, "Poor man," and offer the carmel-filled chocolate eggs to someone else.
 
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I sighed and said "i have a speech impediment. Its not the phone. Give me a minute"
And the pharmacist goes "oooh......"
I have nothing but admiration for people with that impediment who soldier through it. Joe Biden, James Earl Jones, Anthony Hopkins, King George VI, and the list goes on. I think it was Jones who discovered that if you sing something, you won't stutter. So he learned to sing the lines first, and then transfer that to speech by imagining that he was singing it. (I seem to remember from The King's Speech that Sir Lionel Logue used a similar technique to prove to King George that he could read something without stuttering, but I don't know it that scene was factual.)
 
I'm not a Christian, and you may call me a grinch if you like, but from what I understand, hot cross buns were supposed to be a special food for Easter.
At first, hot cross buns didn't have any Christian connotation. The Romans put crosses on their bread even before Christianity took root there. I think it was one of those things that were given a Christian meaning afterwards. I find it odd that some things like Easter bunnies and eggs are survivors of pagan rituals that were grafted on to the celebration of the Resurrection.
If you can have one any time you like, that makes them less special and simply a humdrum ingredient of everyday life. Why would people want them for Easter if they can have them any time?

I remember Leonard's rant about Sheldon in The Big Bang Theory:
"He's the guy that complains about stores selling Peeps before Easter, and the guy who complains that you can't get Peeps after Easter!"
Lastly -- in among the tinsel and the trees, the elves and the fat red gentleman, the cards and the presents -- it'd be nice if anyone spared a thought for whose birthday we're celebrating. Or is it, as Stan Freberg put it in "Green Chri$tma$", that the big companies "just know a good thing when they see it?"

Merry Christmas, everyone.
Or Hanukkah, or Saturnalia, or whatever.

 
If you are puzzled by the consumption of chocolate for any reason, I can only murmur, "Poor man," and offer the caramel-filled chocolate eggs to someone else.

Not really. It's not the consumption of chocolate itself that puzzles me, it's the overindulgence in them.

I appreciate chocolate, but good-quality chocolate is best. :) Speaking of which, I created a recipe for a good hot chocolate:

- Your favourite hot chocolate sachet (I like the Avalanche one, for instance)
- One square of dark chocolate, broken into small pieces (Lindt works best)
- One square of Lindt milk chocolate
- Half a teaspoon of honey (to balance out the dark chocolate)
- Powdered cinnamon

Simply mix everything together (except the cinnamon) with boiling water, stir until everything is melted, add powdered cinnamon on top, and enjoy. :) This is one of my favourite ways to start a winter's morning.
 
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