Road Runner

I've told this before, too, but what the hell...
We went to the Burbank Studios in the morning to try to get tickets.  It looked hopeless.  A really long line and the rumor spreading was that all the tickets would soon be gone.  My ex and I were at the very back of the line and probably had no chance, but we stayed anyway, just to see.  Then a couple coming from the front of the line walked toward us and stopped and asked if we were the last two in line.  I said yes, and the guy handed us two tickets.  He had asked for four tickets just so he could give two to the last two people in line.   

The bolt signifies speed, I think.  It allows frequent sayings, phrases or sentences to be stored and selected as needed.  So if many of us were in the habit of saying something like, "This thread is worthless without pics" and we stored it, like SW stored, "This is the best place ever", you could just click on it instead of typing it out each time you wanted to use it.  Kind of unnecessary for just one or two words, but for phrases and sentences we use all the time, it might be a very nice feature.    
So far, I haven't been able to come up with much that we say a lot that would warrant the use of this function.  Maybe you have a suggestion or two?

Andrew He.  He is a pretty smart guy!   

I will say that that pic of Natalie is excellent and embodies to me who she is on Monk.  It is sometimes hard to find a pic of a performer that truly brings forth the feeling you get when you watch that performer in action.  Pics just aren't good enough, usually.  Your Natalie is great.  
So is my Andie.  
 

Traveling I-85 during my Alabama/Florida years, the peach was always a major landmark and something we always looked forward to seeing, even at night.  
I wonder if the people of Gaffney know how many people over the years have enjoyed and much appreciated the Big Peach?  

It would have been funnier if you would have said, "Who is I don't care".   

Yes.  But once they've been read and digested, it's time to move on.

I think a group must be unified before you can divide it.

Did she just recently take out a ten million dollar life insurance policy on you? 

From his obituary published in the Virginian Pilot:
Rear Admiral Earl Preston "Buddy" Yates, the first commanding officer of the USS John F. Kennedy (CV-67), died on September 13, 2021, at the age of 97 at his long-time home in Virginia Beach, Virginia.

At age 19, Yates was the youngest ever to graduate from the United States Naval Academy. He obtained his commission in time to serve in combat as a gunnery officer aboard the destroyer USS Dyson in the Pacific during World War II. Toward the end of the war, he began flight training and over the course of his career flew virtually every aircraft in the Navy.

As Commanding Officer of Fighter Squadron VF-41, and CO of Heavy Attack Squadron VAH-9, Buddy was among the first jet pilots to make nighttime carrier landings. He knew and flew with Chuck Yeager at The Air War College. He earned a Masters Degree in Aeronautical Engineering at MIT. He served twice as Aide to the Secretary of the Navy. His other commands are too many to list, but rising to the top are Carrier Air Group 8 aboard the USS Forrestal, amphibious ship LPD-1 USS Raleigh, NAS Whidbey Island, and Director of Plans for CINCPAC during the Vietnam war.

While he loved every command, the highlight of his career was as first Skipper of the USS John F Kennedy (CV-67). His devotion to the ship and its crew has never wavered, including her successor CVN-79 USS John F. Kennedy.

He was born December 23, 1923, in Winston-Salem, N.C., and was the son of the late Earl Preston Yates and Elizabeth Poole Holton Yates. He graduated from Reynolds High School at the age of 15, where he maintained a perfect attendance record, played sports and was active in the theater. Too young for an appointment to the Naval Academy, he enrolled at the University of North Carolina, until, reaching the age of 16 he realized his dream of becoming a midshipman. His Class of '44 had an early graduation due to WWII, so at the age of 19, he graduated from the Academy. He then married his sweetheart Lucy Anne Welch of Annapolis, and went off to war.

Buddy loved the sea. In retirement, he and Lucy moved back to their Virginia Beach house. They spent many wonderful winters on their boat, the Puka Kai, sailing to the Bahamas, where Buddy kept fit spearfishing for dinner.

Buddy was committed to his family, being married for over six decades, and raising, educating, and loving his and Lucy's five children.

Buddy had friends. Lots of them. His phone was always ringing. His house was always full of guests. During his Naval career and beyond, his best friends were his Naval Academy classmates, but his circle extended far beyond that, young and old. He kept up with his 1930's high school gang, "the Hunks", and he and Lucy would gather with them (and "the Hunkettes") regularly. In retirement, Buddy and Lucy were also part of a large coterie of friends from across the US who shared the same Bahamian anchorages winter after winter. He reached out to the Vietnamese immigrant community and made many friends there, an interest that was inspired by his service in Saigon.

Buddy had endless interests, stamina and drive. He was a gardener, he could play the guitar, he could fix any household appliance or plumbing problem, he could paint portraits and landscapes, he was a carpenter, he was a masterful writer and on and on with his talents. He worked incredibly hard and was extremely demanding, but he was also charming and funny and knew how to have a good time. He told amazing, highly entertaining stories about his numerous brushes with death as a naval aviator. And he was well-known for making a killer rum goody and expertly plated smiley-face breakfasts with two sunny-side up eggs and curved bacon.

Buddy was lucky. And he knew it. When Lucy died, Buddy designed a headstone for their gravesite at the Naval Academy Cemetery on a grassy hill overlooking the Severn River. Other headstones on the hill list accomplishments and commands of distinguished naval careers. Buddy and Lucy's headstone, by contrast, is utilitarian: a simple but comfortable bench. On one side of the bench base is engraved Lucy's name and a beautiful tribute. On the other side is his name and one word:  "Lucky."
 

They will be Mayim Bialik and Ken Jennings, splitting the host duties.  Starting Sept 20 through the end of the year.
Still no permanent replacement for Alex has been named.  Whatever.   

that the eastern continental coastlines in the Pacific and the Atlantic look somewhat similar?  Just a coincidence?  

Yes.  I wish they would make him the new host.  

All cyclists are a-holes.  If you don't believe me, just visit any cycling forum.  

Will win the yellow and green jerseys in Paris on July 18!
Yay! 
Hope I didn't spoil it for you.  

The forecast path has changed a number of times, but now it looks like Greenville for sure.  

When I die, I am requesting a pin-less obit thread.  I do not want to interfere with all the TdF discussions. 

Some people take longer than others to accept any sort of new reality.  Initially, I may have been a bit skeptical about the severity of the disease myself.  But that was quickly overcome by the overwhelming existence of something called, "facts".  Why anybody at this point still doesn't want to get vaccinated is very hard for me to understand. 
My neighbor, who is a great guy and who has been a big help to me on numerous occasions, insists that he will not be vaccinated.  I assume this will apply to his wife and daughter as well.  I just don't get it.    

Hogan's Heroes was a terrible show.  I think it was an attempt to make a comedic TV version of Stalag 17.  So unbelievable in every way.  And even if you could swallow your intellect and temporarily accept the ridiculous premise, the "humor" still isn't humorous.   Why it is still on in syndication (Me-TV), is a source of never-ending amazement to me.     

Never.  Too much trouble.