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I listened to the show for decades, have thousands of hours of shows stored. If there was a man on this planet that has made me laugh more than anyone else, It's got to be Bob. A real doods dood.

I want to be Bob. Farewell friend.

Bob Kevoian takes an on air phone call regarding the playboy bunny.

Stop it! You'll go blind.

I remember it from the 2000's. The internet was up and we could all share our own pet names for things or just make up a new word. mIRC and newsgroups were big on that. Weird times but cool for sure. Some of it stuck. I still use the exclamation 'Blargh' occasionally.

The first time I remember it was someone from California asked me to 'code summin' for their daughter. I had to make sure what they were asking of me before I agreed. 2002 maybe.

I've had something similar happen to me.

Last year, I was removing some old trees on our plateau. I was tired. Exhausted even. I had been clearing trees and verge for 12 hours. I was nearing completion. I was walking down a steep hill briskly, my hands over loaded with branches and logs. It was mostly dark by then. Well past twilight. I did not see the trees top laying on the ground as I walked past it. I only realized it was still there as I walked directly into it.

I remember the confusion as I stepped backwards, but the stick did not want to let go, and I heard the branches rattle. I knew right away it was going to be bad, and it was. It's topmost tip entered my left eye socket. The tip of the branch started at about 1/4" [6.3mm] diameter. It went between my eyeball and my top eyelid near the corner with my nose and penetrated to about 1" [25.4mm].

I couldn't keep it open for a few days from light sensitivity, and the scratched tissues left me constantly weepy. I had to wear sunglasses 24/7 for a few days. It turned all purple and looked kinda nasty.

But then, I healed up and my vision returned. And then it kept returning. The kicker was that my left eye, which had been a bit blurry for many decades, has now returned to nearly perfect. It's better than my right eye for sure, which has never been the case as long as I can remember.

So, in keeping with the trend of unexpected cures, I can attest that if you want to make your vision better, give yourself some good old fashioned eye trauma by walking headlong into a sharp pointy stick.

Or don't. Maybe don't. For gods sake, please don't.

True story though.

The Dungeon Of Naheulbeuk: The Amulet Of Chaos was hilarious. The dialogue is just fantastic let alone all the little details that you may (or may not) catch.

I really don't think the moon is going to be in our long term future nor Mars or any other body in our solar system. Robots and computers, maybe, but not humans. Too hostile of an environment.

We are too fragile for space. We are not meant to travel the stars, as cool as that would be. We should have used that money to undo the damage we've done down here. Maybe explore the oceans even. It was neat, but i'm totally unimpressed by the mission itself. Good will come from it, but I'm not sure it's worth the risk or money while things on Earth are the way they are.

True fact:: If you were to use a standard ordinary bricks to construct a circular 9" thick ring around the planet Earth using a straight version that measures 9x4.5x(3-3) in mathematical combination with a tapered version that measures 9x4.5x(3-2.75), you would only need a quantity of (113) tapered bricks to satisfy the angular change required to turn the 360 degree ring construct. The remaining quantity would be made up of straight non-tapered shapes.

Have a great night!

It's not the lack of emotion, its the deep focus. It takes just a little bit more to get that little bit more.

One of the best parts is at the very end, when she stops playing and that embarrassed "Oh my god, was that me?" smile washes over her face.

For sure. I'd call him a gift. If you love music with emotion, there's not many better.

While you make great points, I think in this area of the world, you may be preaching at the choir. Surely you've noticed you are not alone in this.

Every great quinzhee dies, but did it get to live?

To wrap up the thread, I include a nice melting shot. It really does put the sheer size of it into a perspective. It turns out, one of the last features to melt was the block out where I had the refrigerator, just behind my ballcap and sunglasses.

Thanks for stopping by.

Let me not mince words: I really, truly believe you’re doing a shitty job.

I truly wonder how many times someone has said this to her. Betting a lot. A WHOLE lot. Parents, grandparents, friends, teachers, peers, probably even god... right after she shot her own puppy, Cricket, because it didn't listen to her.