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Apr. 6th, 2005 08:32 amSome very worthwhile ramblings about John Paul II by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
motherwell here.
Why is it that all of the wildflower meadows around the Virginia portion of the Beltway, which are clearly marked "DO NOT MOW" have been mown?
When it smells as if something that shouldn't be getting hot is doing so, it probably is.
Corollary: If you're looking for something that may have gotten too hot, don't pick up that object until you've ascertained exactly how too hot it's become.
Eggplant, mozzarella cheese, chicken, fresh basil, and tomato sauce make a kick-ass dinner, especially in the hands of a talented cook.
When you want to get past me on the highway, don't drive up so close behind that I can't even see the headlights you're flashing at me. Especially when I and the driver in the other lane are both already doing 70 mph and there's nowhere for me to move.
But if you insist on doing that, do it late in the evening when I'm driving home from a pleasant evening with my GF; I'm much more likely to just sigh and get out of your way, rather than get my cell phone out and call the State Police with your license plate number. (Note: If you're going to drive like an idiot, don't have a prominently displayed, easy to read vanity plate.)
That is all.
motherwell here.Why is it that all of the wildflower meadows around the Virginia portion of the Beltway, which are clearly marked "DO NOT MOW" have been mown?
When it smells as if something that shouldn't be getting hot is doing so, it probably is.
Corollary: If you're looking for something that may have gotten too hot, don't pick up that object until you've ascertained exactly how too hot it's become.
Eggplant, mozzarella cheese, chicken, fresh basil, and tomato sauce make a kick-ass dinner, especially in the hands of a talented cook.
When you want to get past me on the highway, don't drive up so close behind that I can't even see the headlights you're flashing at me. Especially when I and the driver in the other lane are both already doing 70 mph and there's nowhere for me to move.
But if you insist on doing that, do it late in the evening when I'm driving home from a pleasant evening with my GF; I'm much more likely to just sigh and get out of your way, rather than get my cell phone out and call the State Police with your license plate number. (Note: If you're going to drive like an idiot, don't have a prominently displayed, easy to read vanity plate.)
That is all.
