I’ve seen several mentions of tipping lately and I guess as things get tighter there may be even more.
Good or bad tipper, huh?
I thought tipping was for stellar performance?
But some how it has morphed into a requirement even though the amount is still left up to the tipper.
Everybody is screaming, “me, Me, ME!!!” these days except for the people who ain’t.
If your child is standing their wailing and stamping their feets demanding that cookie the very last thing you should do is cave. If you cave you can now look forward to more of the same.
My cure for tipping is…wait for it….to wear my “bad tipper” sign with pride.
If I fraternized with establishments that play tipping games that is what I’d do.
But I don’t, so I won’t.
They can all pound sand as far as I’m concerned and I’ll stay at home practicing my best Scrooge McDuck impression. “It’s mine, Mine, MINE!!!”
AnneAugust 23, 2023, 10:07 AM
I am a little confused. I tried to post a comment on Joe Hirst’s site, but wordpress came on with my email and told me that I had to re-do my personal password to my personal email. Which password where? Why does a hosting site demand that I rewrite my personal password?
Wordpress comments are notoriously wonky like that. Same with Discuss. Truth to tell, I hate them both. Blogger’s comments are only slightly less wonky. The comment section here has been slow lately, but it still beats the heck out of the other three.
JWM
neoAugust 23, 2023, 6:15 PM
Anne:
I have no idea why that would happen, but it sounds like some kind of virus or something of the sort.
You can’t taste the love in a frozen biscuit. The world started going to hell when y’all started drinkin’ them seltzer beers. And, I like buttermilk. Full fat. With a little salt and pepper sprinkled on top. Fancy like.
Oh, and put the phone back on the wall. With a cord on it.
ghostsniperAugust 24, 2023, 2:54 PM
Is that what is called a debate these days?
No I didn’t watch it, why would I, I’ve seen them before.
They always look like 12 yo gurls throwing hissy fits (as my ol gray haired mammy would say).
A fistfight where all of the contenders are wearing Volkswagen size boxing gloves.
Blood cannot be drawn, nor is it intended to.
In a debate back around 1812 the contenders would have been concerned somebody would pull a pistol, or throw a chair, and they would gage their behavior accordingly. Now, in pussified world, everything is about “feelings” and the person with the sharpest mind is a meany.
The subject matter in a political debate is serious but the debaters have little vested interest. No matter the outcome they suffer no consequence. The taxpayers, however, get some cringe moments in the predicated views of how their lives might be effected in the not too distant future as the contenders fakely pummel each other for pussification position.
G was a digital neighbor in many ways. He’d write you to check up on you, or give some advice or comment on what you were doing online. He did this for me, but not too often.
Blogging sort of died, as a platform or genre, and yet it didn’t for Gerard. He excelled with blogging and it didn’t matter what the trends were. I just figured out why Facebook is go-to-hell, and it’s essentially what Gerard said to Joel: it’s woke and made to shut you out, not to advance you.
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Gerard Van der Leun
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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I put Joel on my list, thanks!
Speaking of tipping:
“You will earn a reputation as a good or bad tipper, and employees will treat you accordingly.”
https://fox59.com/news/national-world/tipping-etiquette-and-norms-are-in-flux-%e2%88%92-heres-how-you-can-avoid-feeling-flustered-or-ripped-off/
I’ve seen several mentions of tipping lately and I guess as things get tighter there may be even more.
Good or bad tipper, huh?
I thought tipping was for stellar performance?
But some how it has morphed into a requirement even though the amount is still left up to the tipper.
Everybody is screaming, “me, Me, ME!!!” these days except for the people who ain’t.
If your child is standing their wailing and stamping their feets demanding that cookie the very last thing you should do is cave. If you cave you can now look forward to more of the same.
My cure for tipping is…wait for it….to wear my “bad tipper” sign with pride.
If I fraternized with establishments that play tipping games that is what I’d do.
But I don’t, so I won’t.
They can all pound sand as far as I’m concerned and I’ll stay at home practicing my best Scrooge McDuck impression. “It’s mine, Mine, MINE!!!”
I am a little confused. I tried to post a comment on Joe Hirst’s site, but wordpress came on with my email and told me that I had to re-do my personal password to my personal email. Which password where? Why does a hosting site demand that I rewrite my personal password?
Wordpress comments are notoriously wonky like that. Same with Discuss. Truth to tell, I hate them both. Blogger’s comments are only slightly less wonky. The comment section here has been slow lately, but it still beats the heck out of the other three.
JWM
Anne:
I have no idea why that would happen, but it sounds like some kind of virus or something of the sort.
This guy is good at what he does.
And funny too.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwLLFbC1H0c
Cyril Ramaphosa
He has evil eyes.
You can’t taste the love in a frozen biscuit. The world started going to hell when y’all started drinkin’ them seltzer beers. And, I like buttermilk. Full fat. With a little salt and pepper sprinkled on top. Fancy like.
Oh, and put the phone back on the wall. With a cord on it.
Is that what is called a debate these days?
No I didn’t watch it, why would I, I’ve seen them before.
They always look like 12 yo gurls throwing hissy fits (as my ol gray haired mammy would say).
A fistfight where all of the contenders are wearing Volkswagen size boxing gloves.
Blood cannot be drawn, nor is it intended to.
In a debate back around 1812 the contenders would have been concerned somebody would pull a pistol, or throw a chair, and they would gage their behavior accordingly. Now, in pussified world, everything is about “feelings” and the person with the sharpest mind is a meany.
The subject matter in a political debate is serious but the debaters have little vested interest. No matter the outcome they suffer no consequence. The taxpayers, however, get some cringe moments in the predicated views of how their lives might be effected in the not too distant future as the contenders fakely pummel each other for pussification position.
Some perspective in the irrelevancy of the whole thing:
https://westernrifleshooters.us/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/de2403bbdbe13410.png
If you go to Neo’s site (thenewneo.com) and scroll down to “Fires in Paradise”, you will read more about Gerard. There’s a lovely photograph too.
Thank you, Neo.
For those of us wanting to once again live in the 1950s, just for a few hours or a couple days, check out this wonderful house for sale. You could live there the rest of your life.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/674-Montrose-Ave-SE-Roanoke-VA-24013/49666107_zpid/
G was a digital neighbor in many ways. He’d write you to check up on you, or give some advice or comment on what you were doing online. He did this for me, but not too often.
Blogging sort of died, as a platform or genre, and yet it didn’t for Gerard. He excelled with blogging and it didn’t matter what the trends were. I just figured out why Facebook is go-to-hell, and it’s essentially what Gerard said to Joel: it’s woke and made to shut you out, not to advance you.
I appreciate this blog being continued, Neo.