And I add to your observations “fucking stupid” and “cowardly.” There were plenty of kids who committed suicide when their schools shut down and they were disallowed from seeing their friends. Their parents standing at the window and calling the cops on maskless passersby triggered the hopeless insanity. And now there’s a generation of deeply disturbed kids born in 2020 who never saw the faces of those masked parents so they couldn’t see words formulated or facial expressions.
I was actually referring only to the little film.
I’d have had a lot more to say about the evil of government policy on covid had that been what I referenced.
But now it is Friday. I’m winding down from the week and don’t want to get wound up about something I can’t change and probably have howled too much about already. I’m thinking about the beer I’m going to have when I get home this very frosty evening.
Yeah, I gathered your brief comment was in reference to the cartoon video. Aren’t you so relieved you didn’t trade your life for a free chile cheese dog? I remember NYC mayor DiBlasio doing a video. He was sitting there eating free McDonald french fries and talking like he’s addressing idiot children.
Ya know, I’m getting to think these politicians don’t actually love us? So many people I thought were intelligent were instantly incapable of rational thinking. It was decided by every government that the whole world will go into lock down and most every human couldn’t conceive of not participating. They’d rather comply than cause friends, family and neighbors to frown at them. The greatest display of the blind leading the blind that’s ever happened. I found it necessary to step over blind people.
Rand called those people automatons.
Unaware of their surroundings, history, and devoid of the most basic of knowledge.
They watch sportsball addictively as it is low hanging for the masses, they have uninspiring, mundane employment, and they try to get out of work as much as possible.
Incapable of any conversation of depth, trend followers, rude to everybody they don’t know, gossipers, shallow.
Truly bottom tier fodder.
The worst of them vote.
A great culling is way over due and when it finally happens the burnoff will be glorious.
Idiots, cowards and virtue signaling creeps led by morons, charlatans and devils.
G706
1 month ago
No matter where you go in America it’s the same fast food, upscale chain restaurants and chain stores. You have work pretty hard to find something local in any place larger than a village.
When I was a tike (about 1960-1964) “helping” my dad on a house he was building sometimes we’d jump in the truck and go to town to buy some building materials. Often we’d stop at a little greasy spoon jammed into a side alley behind the Carlisle, PA courthouse named “Everett’s” for a lunch.
Everett was a middle age man of questionable hygiene and cooked his hand pounded burgers on a well used flat grill that probably still had remnants of grease from the first time it was 50 years prior.
Everett was fat, wore a dirty white t-shirt and apron, and always had a lit cig in his mouth and at least a 5 day shadow on his mug.
So he would reach into that big bowl sitting next to the grill and scoop a blob of ground beef and shape it in his hands and slam it on the grill (wiping his greasy fingers on the apron) and smash it further with the spatula. It sizzled on that 500 degree steel. 2″ of ash on his cig threatened to fall off. Then he grabbed another gob of that ground beef and did it again.
I sat there on a bar stool and watched or spun around, and my dad consulted a list he had in his shirt pocket. We both sipped on a pepsi with crushed ice in a frosty glass.
Soon, the burgers were done (never any fries) and my dad always ordered them “all the way”. With the first bite, and all bites after, the grease ran over mu lips and onto my chin. Now and then my dad would wipe my chin off with a napkin. More than half a century later I remember that like it was yesterday.
Today, the authorities would not allow Everett’s to exist. They would throw up a wall of rules and fees that Everett simply would not be able to mount. And, if Everett did some how manage to comply it wouldn’t be long before a Karen would complain and render a lawsuit.
What I just described is a small sliver of a particular place and time that came and went in the blink of an eye in the midst of the rise and fall of Americana. I’m glad I got to experience it. It truly was the best of times.
Were there at least two handicap parking spots, a wheelchair ramp and men’s and women’s restrooms at Everett’s? Never having a business license has been a life saver for me, but serving food? That has never been easy and is now almost impossible.
When starting a design for a brand new commercial building on a vacant piece of land, do you know what the very first consideration is?
It’s NOT what the building will look like.
It’s NOT how big the building will be.
It’s NOT even about the type of business that will occupy the building.
It’s about the parking. No kidding. From the “regulators” perspective that is the most important thing. See, they don’t care anything about your project. They’re primary concern is that the designer and everybody else involved simply MUST follow the rules.
Since 1972, when I first got involved with paying positions in architecture, the hardest role for me has been to explain to the clients the nonsensical rules that MUST be abided by.
When a guy tells me he wants to build an 8000 square foot on his vacant land and I tell him he may not be able to do that because of the required amount of parking places it’s like removing a piece of his functioning mind. It doesn’t compute.
Designing high performance buildings with killer curb appeal is easy, even a cave man can do it. Making it conform with the multitude of layers of rules is now, for me, unbearable.
I will never work on a commercial project again for any amount of money. The aggravation cost is far more than profit to be made.
As I age my peace of mind becomes even more valuable than gold.
I miss greasy spoon diners. Usually had great food, good coffee, good pie, and cynical waitresses that called everyone “Honey”. We’re all so free now that places like that can’t exist.
Could be right out is a small mall anywhere in middle class America.
“Tost ayran cig borek gozleme” seems to be: pancakes, fritters and buttermilk toast
STARBUCK’S
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Pissing off the whole world!
A five minute video reminding us that McDonald’s bravely stayed open when all the world shut down. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYb8VvXfTeQ
That Tom, I wanna party with this dood!
It all seems like a shitty dream I had after a 12 hour drunken orgy listening to 70’s disco toonz.
Funny sad and true.
And I add to your observations “fucking stupid” and “cowardly.” There were plenty of kids who committed suicide when their schools shut down and they were disallowed from seeing their friends. Their parents standing at the window and calling the cops on maskless passersby triggered the hopeless insanity. And now there’s a generation of deeply disturbed kids born in 2020 who never saw the faces of those masked parents so they couldn’t see words formulated or facial expressions.
I was actually referring only to the little film.
I’d have had a lot more to say about the evil of government policy on covid had that been what I referenced.
But now it is Friday. I’m winding down from the week and don’t want to get wound up about something I can’t change and probably have howled too much about already. I’m thinking about the beer I’m going to have when I get home this very frosty evening.
Yeah, I gathered your brief comment was in reference to the cartoon video. Aren’t you so relieved you didn’t trade your life for a free chile cheese dog? I remember NYC mayor DiBlasio doing a video. He was sitting there eating free McDonald french fries and talking like he’s addressing idiot children.
Ya know, I’m getting to think these politicians don’t actually love us? So many people I thought were intelligent were instantly incapable of rational thinking. It was decided by every government that the whole world will go into lock down and most every human couldn’t conceive of not participating. They’d rather comply than cause friends, family and neighbors to frown at them. The greatest display of the blind leading the blind that’s ever happened. I found it necessary to step over blind people.
Rand called those people automatons.
Unaware of their surroundings, history, and devoid of the most basic of knowledge.
They watch sportsball addictively as it is low hanging for the masses, they have uninspiring, mundane employment, and they try to get out of work as much as possible.
Incapable of any conversation of depth, trend followers, rude to everybody they don’t know, gossipers, shallow.
Truly bottom tier fodder.
The worst of them vote.
A great culling is way over due and when it finally happens the burnoff will be glorious.
Idiots, cowards and virtue signaling creeps led by morons, charlatans and devils.
No matter where you go in America it’s the same fast food, upscale chain restaurants and chain stores. You have work pretty hard to find something local in any place larger than a village.
When I was a tike (about 1960-1964) “helping” my dad on a house he was building sometimes we’d jump in the truck and go to town to buy some building materials. Often we’d stop at a little greasy spoon jammed into a side alley behind the Carlisle, PA courthouse named “Everett’s” for a lunch.
Everett was a middle age man of questionable hygiene and cooked his hand pounded burgers on a well used flat grill that probably still had remnants of grease from the first time it was 50 years prior.
Everett was fat, wore a dirty white t-shirt and apron, and always had a lit cig in his mouth and at least a 5 day shadow on his mug.
So he would reach into that big bowl sitting next to the grill and scoop a blob of ground beef and shape it in his hands and slam it on the grill (wiping his greasy fingers on the apron) and smash it further with the spatula. It sizzled on that 500 degree steel. 2″ of ash on his cig threatened to fall off. Then he grabbed another gob of that ground beef and did it again.
I sat there on a bar stool and watched or spun around, and my dad consulted a list he had in his shirt pocket. We both sipped on a pepsi with crushed ice in a frosty glass.
Soon, the burgers were done (never any fries) and my dad always ordered them “all the way”. With the first bite, and all bites after, the grease ran over mu lips and onto my chin. Now and then my dad would wipe my chin off with a napkin. More than half a century later I remember that like it was yesterday.
Today, the authorities would not allow Everett’s to exist. They would throw up a wall of rules and fees that Everett simply would not be able to mount. And, if Everett did some how manage to comply it wouldn’t be long before a Karen would complain and render a lawsuit.
What I just described is a small sliver of a particular place and time that came and went in the blink of an eye in the midst of the rise and fall of Americana. I’m glad I got to experience it. It truly was the best of times.
Were there at least two handicap parking spots, a wheelchair ramp and men’s and women’s restrooms at Everett’s? Never having a business license has been a life saver for me, but serving food? That has never been easy and is now almost impossible.
When starting a design for a brand new commercial building on a vacant piece of land, do you know what the very first consideration is?
It’s NOT what the building will look like.
It’s NOT how big the building will be.
It’s NOT even about the type of business that will occupy the building.
It’s about the parking. No kidding. From the “regulators” perspective that is the most important thing. See, they don’t care anything about your project. They’re primary concern is that the designer and everybody else involved simply MUST follow the rules.
Since 1972, when I first got involved with paying positions in architecture, the hardest role for me has been to explain to the clients the nonsensical rules that MUST be abided by.
When a guy tells me he wants to build an 8000 square foot on his vacant land and I tell him he may not be able to do that because of the required amount of parking places it’s like removing a piece of his functioning mind. It doesn’t compute.
Designing high performance buildings with killer curb appeal is easy, even a cave man can do it. Making it conform with the multitude of layers of rules is now, for me, unbearable.
I will never work on a commercial project again for any amount of money. The aggravation cost is far more than profit to be made.
As I age my peace of mind becomes even more valuable than gold.
I miss greasy spoon diners. Usually had great food, good coffee, good pie, and cynical waitresses that called everyone “Honey”. We’re all so free now that places like that can’t exist.