Never been there at all, but yeah, I'd want to gamble a little, see the Rat Pack nostalgia show, have some great meals, visit one of the art galleries, watch the fancy synchronized water fountains, etc.
TNP has lost more than $100 gambling in a single day or night.
Had a craving for frozen pizza sometime last week, but didn't feel like it was worth the effort. Ate yesterday, so I think I'll just have a chocolate bar today or a maybe a slice or two of bread. That'd be a "false."
TNP if he or she had to choose a Confirmation name, has a strong opinion on the suitability of either James or Jacques (those who don't know, they are the same names, just in different languages).
Good question. As it turns out, I do not know personally one person named "Jacques," at least not that I remember. FTM, I don't think I know a James or a Jim personally, although I bet I've met a few.
TNP thinks old/middle-age is pretty sweet -- keep what you need and leave the rest.
Yeah, I'm OK. Since clearly anyone reading this is extremely interested in my workup, I shall oblige. I am concerned that, once I upped my rule which stated "every time you brush and floss do ten pushups" -- thinking that was such a small amount that I should just get in the habit, since I haven't been being doing them for at least a year), to " once you flosh and brush do twnty pushups. I',m slightly out of breath after twenty (and for the first in my life, these are GOOD pushups -- all the way down, all the way up, slow tempo, no flexing the butt or using other muscles to help). My gum health is very good, despite having recesssion, and pockets of 6 or 7 in a few spots, but I'm metciulous about flossing and brushing using a mechanized brush for +2 minutes 2x qd, no blood or anything. Psuhup fail indicates poor cardio health. I don't drink to excess except on rare occasions when I'll have 15-30 drinks on a day.
My mind is relatively right -- I have gradually developed unprecedented (for me) feats of self-control, and I feel confident that some of the damage to my executive functions has been rehabilitated.
My nutrition is, generally, excellent, but, as might be expected given my rather eccentric habit of fasting (more or less eat one day, and fast or eat 400-600 calories the next at most), my movements are irregular at best.
Hygiene is superb.
TNP is PRESENTLY extremely perturbed by having to deal with a computer problem, primarily because he or she should have been more on the ball and had a good plan in place to gut the damned machine and start from self-dsiciplined procedures.
No, they're pretty good, I guess. Hard to screw up meat and bread in a paper sack. Devotees of the Twitter account "Nihilist Arby's" will agree they're hilarious to make fun of.
TNP is going to observe Lent this season (and possibly eat and drink way WAY too much on St. Joseph's Feast day (Mar. 19th) -- I have not consulted a priest, but I think it's allowed.)
No, I don't. This last Saturday night I had received my first penance and first communion in over thirty years, and I'm still a little shaky on the singing parts of the RCC mass. I do not in principle object to the tune
, although I'm not sure it's a hymn. I spent a lot of time learning to play it on Hammond organ a few years ago, though, just because I thought it was catchy.
TNP is looking forward to volunteering some time for a local charity -- because he or she thinks it is an obligation of his or her faith, and because he or she wants to contribute to humanity.
Well, sure, ETA thirty-five years apparently my arithmetic is not that good. Make that more like....what's forty less fifteen.....twenty-five, pretty sure, is pretty close, and it was a mock trial in high school. The attorney who coached us was a pretty bitching guy, and the extent of my "arguing" was making an objection addressed to the bench, and I got a compliment from a somewhat attractive young lady for that.
TNP thinks one of the greatest virtues in living in a society of laws is that you can say "fuck you" to people's opinions, pretty much, as long as you're right. In theory.
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No, I never have. I don't believe I ever would -- I don't see the percentage in it, and I think "fuck you" is kind of a weak, puny thing to say, anyway, although I have quite an assortment of extremely rude, but politely-phrased, crude, disparaging things I hope I may never get the chance to say to civilian peace officers, aka cops. ETA I think your view of speech and political theory is more sophisticated than mine -- the important point as I see is "as long as you're right," for me, is the keystone that holds together civil order. IOW the moral right to disparage others up to, perhaps, the line of fighting words or disturbing the peace, is strengthened by one's being right, and the very notion that those who are right and wrong are allowed to speak, is, indeed the very foundation, but I wasn't thinking that far into first principles, because I'm just a simple man.
TNP wears a tie to church, if applicable.
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No, I just got back from Saturday evening mass not too long ago -- technically it was a Sunday mass, since it was after dark. Not going again, since we were informed that there are no "drive-by" ash-Wednesday-ings on Ash Wednesday, that it's also a full mass, which I'll also be attending. At some ungodly hour. Maybe I can lurk on the street corners for the rest of Wednesday and try to get me some Faithful Trim. Pretty sure I would think that's not good, but it amuses me.
TNP has had two soft drinks lately, and is ready to agree with me that they are awful beverages, in every way imaginable.
No to both. The only three I care for are ginger ale, orange pop and root beer, and I sometimes go months without having any. But I like 'em when I have 'em.
TNP likes at least three ice cubes in any cold drink.
No. I spell out everything when needed (eg on telephone or in person to a cop) with the NATO phonetic alphabet (including when joking, "niner" and "fife") -- I don't think that's peculiar to aviation, any more than using the 24-hour clock. That's just being a frustrated ham radio operator. I rarely use visual metaphors in speaking, otherwise I would be all about using terms like "wingover" or "barrel roll" and stuff. ETA I'll amend that to "yes, occasionally I do," because it is only occasionally. Also the directions like "[bogey/whatever] at eleven o'clock" -- I use that constantly when speaking IRL but I assume everybody does. Hell I got in the habit when going on walks with a blind old guy who didn't even know what the fuck a plane is. But sneak-brag, I did build a replica of one of the early space shuttle cockpits for like a second or third grade county science fair, and even though it involved no science and no understanding, I still got some kind of prize, like last or bronze or something.
TNP likes using baseball announcer slang.
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I've always seen the lady in that one first. As I did when I double-checked to make sure the link was to the same "thing" I was thinking of.
TNP has zero problem breaking any sort of "rule" he or she well pleases that don't apply to him or her -- not laws, not ordinances, but just rules somebody came up with, like putting cautionary yellow tape around a supposedly less-than-safe area or some douche putting up a "no smoking" or "no jews" sign or whatever people do.
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Depends on which "rule." I will happily smuggle candy into a movie theater, since the only purpose of the rule is to get me to pay their extortionate prices, but I wouldn't smoke where a sign showed it was prohibited. Second-hand smoke is a health issue.
It would be great to be a US veteran of the armed forces, to be white, and have survived with no injuries, but in time to be finished college or advanced studies just in time to be called a "square" by Mamie van Doren and find all the white bitches are married. In other words, sort of like a successful version of Max Cady from *Cape Fear*. I don't think so. The 1920s would be a better post-war decade to be in "prime condition" in the US. Lots of laughs, put on a clean fit and fiddle and come back to your flop with a tomato or maybe two and a flat fifth of panther piss.
TNP has ever realized he or she got dressed by accident one day pretty similar to a character from a movie/whatever.
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