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In an effort to launch something in a very short timeframe, after three months of coding in off hours for stints of a few minutes at a time, I used a framework to get *something* out. This is not code I would use for a client. Ever.
In fact, if you could see my face right now, you'd realize this is a little more than painful.
But, as sometimes has to happen with personal projects, the non-paying personal site takes a backseat to quality and gets dressed in handmedown code. Thanks to VMcore for the free ride here.
I feel you there. I totally go nuts getting behind the people in my town. They all walk, eat, write checks, and drive like they’ve got no place in particular to be. Doesn’t it make you wonky?
The worst to me is the fact that some of the old folks don’t even break out their wallet until the cashier tells them the total…OK folks, we know how this transaction is going to end, feel free to prepare a few seconds early. Then they start picking out pennies to make up the .47. Kills me.
Oh yeah…either that or they just start digging through their damn magic change book in the bottom of their purse!
HAVE FUN AT BLOGHER!
I’m totally counting on you Les to lick and tell.
OH this one kills me. And another thing… WHY DO THEY LET THE OLD PEOPLE DRIVE?
Even better, online shopping.
Oh my goodness. I just became an annoying old person.
IN MY DEFENSE, I am the spawn of two accountants. Accountants who love their chequebooks.
I try to be kind to older people in store. As far as my kids and their friends and a lot if store clerks are concerned I am all ready one of those old ladies!
But the driving thing drives me nuts too.
We go to the upper peninsula of Michigan (inhabitants 3) every Christmas to see Kurt’s family. The first time I went up there I was SHOCKED to learn NO ONE takes credit or debt cards - NO ONE. I sighed and rolled my eyes when the “blue-hair” in front of us pulled out the checkbook, but was surprised that in the U.P. you don’t have to write a thing on the check. Just hand it over, the cashier slides it through a slot on the cash register, and hands it back to the customer with all the info printed on it. Awesome! I say we send all the old people to the U.P.!!
Amen & Hallelujah! Preach it, sister!
(also, when I’m old, I’m moving to the UP)(in the summer, anyway)
That’s why I favor online shopping. I don’t want to get sucked into a bad commercial.
I get even by letting my kids buy something like a Playstation game with nickels and dimes they have found in the couch.
BlogHer is BLAH@!!!!
Living here has been good for me. The pace here is so slow. If someone wants to write a check (like me), I really don’t care. Goodness, people here don’t even honk at you when you miss a green light. It is mainly the tourists and people who have moved here from the mainland who honk at you. Sometimes people will let you sit through a green light and it can turn red again and they won’t honk at you—I have seen it happen (no, it wasn’t me who missed the light!).
So, if we ever go shopping, friend, guess you had better get in line in front of me (hee hee: I do use my debit on occasion).
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