I recently tried out this slightly interesting philosophical game of survival….
The goal was to survive. I took the material view, if you will…
Staying Alive
Congratulations! According to one theory of personal identity, you have survived!
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Your choices are consistent with the view that bodily continuity is necessary for personal survival.
Try it out….
Never get a first floor, slab-foundation apartment. This is my second experience with living or owning a first floor unit, and I must tell you that I have never seen such an abundance of rolly-polly bugs in my life. To counter that, I came out of my room about 10 minutes ago and saw the strangest bug crawling through the living room. Needless to say, I threw the thing outside.
Of course, with the abundance of insects comes an abundance of spiders. They work well to balance out the rolly-polly problem. I saw something moving really fast, and, thinking it might be the worst kind of bug (a roach), I got up to see what it was… it scurried behind some boxes and was trapped. I decided to try to kill it, then examine the remains to see if I was right. Well, when I thought I squished it into the wall, using the box, I moved the box and a large, black, scary-looking spider came scurrying out very, very quickly. Fastest spider I’ve ever seen in my life. The thing moved as fast as the blink of an eye. I went to grab my shoe to kill it (it was about the size of a quarter or so), when I returned to the spot it was at, it was nowhere in sight. Now I know who’s been feeding on the other spiders and the rolly-pollies. Hope its not poisonous ;o)
I started going to Wendy’s instead of McDonald’s almost a year ago when I moved to this area. The McDonald’s continuously messed up my order. They would neglect the fact that a large meal included not only a large soft drink (in my case, Coca-Cola), but also large fries. Or they would think when I said no ice I really meant ice. There were other problems, but I don’t want to make you lose your appetite.
Anyway, I went to Wendy’s for lunch yesterday and ordered what I’ve been getting since I started eating there, a #2 (double-stack) with onions & cheese only, a coke with no ice, and ‘biggie size.’ Well, they had a really strong track record of satisfaction from me until something happened a couple of weekends ago where they gave me a double-stack w/o cheese and such. But I figured the weekend staff was just kind of clueless, so I let it slide. Yesterday, I ordered my usual and they charged me for the fair, but when I got home I found out that the double-stack w/ cheese & onions was merely a hamburger with onions. It was quite disappointing. I called Wendy’s right away and complained. The woman said to mention it the next time I came through to get a free meal. I told her I would probably not do that, but that I wanted to complain that they were slipping and they needed to tighten their production lines.
So, today I felt like Wendy’s. Yes, this is the standard fair of single men who work from home and in the computer field. We eat poorly. I pulled up, gave the girl my order, then mentioned that I called the manager and complained yesterday. Immediately she said please pull forward. To my amazement, she took my order personally, didn’t charge me for the food, and I was out the door in minutes. It was great. Kudos to Wendy’s for their excellent customer service.
On a similar note…
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There’s a new phrase sweeping the nation… jumping the couch. Apparently it is used to describe those rare moments of insanity that some folks seem to display… as in…
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Wow….can you believe I know the guy riding this thing? Yeah, neither can I…. Lay off the drugs Bob.
I had an interview of sorts with Bob, once I saw this monstrous beast…
Andrew: So Bob, what’s it like to ride this bike?
Bob: the seat is about 4 1/2 feet off the ground. It feels like your riding way up.
Andrew: I see, that is very nice indeed. Tell me, can you pop wheelies on that bike?
Bob: You can do little ones, but it’s not a good idea. It’s kind of easy to flip backwards given the extra length.
Here’s a little tale behind the name ‘Bullwinkle’ (that’s the name of the bike see)….
Bob: [My Girl] wouldn’t let me name it the Christopher Reeves. I was thinking superman, until she reminded me of the whole wheel chair thing.
I put some gloves on the handlebars to reduce the pain when I was walking into them, and that made it look “remarkably moose-like”, so it became bullwinkle.
Now it’s not in the hallway, so it’s not as much of problem.
And that, my friends is my first entry into the wonderful world of blogs.
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