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Never mind where I got the idea! From now on, we're doing preemptive quotes.

There was a terrific Frontline program on last night called The Choice 2016 with profiles of Clinton and Trump. One of the things I was aware of, but hadn't fully appreciated, was the influence Roy Cohn had on the Donald Trump we see today. http://www.pbs.org/video/2365848966/ Trump hired Cohn to defend him and his father against pair's anti-Black rental policies. Apparently, one of the first questions Trump asked Cohn was whether or not he should settle. Cohn's response was immediate and emphatic. He said that Trump should never settle, should never admit guilt, and should come out punching in all directions and as hard as he could. It didn't matter what he hit with, as long as he kept hitting. His opponents would eventually give up. Trump took that advice, including denial even in the face of proof and, as far as I know, has followed that policy to this day. Cohn's influence on Trump was remarkably long-lasting. Trump retained Cohn until Cohn's death and kept a particularly frightening picture of Cohn in his desk drawer. He would pull it out and show it to those who opposed him in any of his "deals" and said that's who they would be dealing with in court.

That's true for me also and why most of my hires have usually been for an hour or two, with only the merest pleasantries exchanged. Just as you say, it's personality shortfalls, rather than physical shortfalls, that will take the bloom right off the rose.

Far be it from me to tell someone else who he or she finds attractive. But, for me, the snag with locking in, or locking out, an entire ethnic group is the nearly infinite variety within groups. As soon as I say, “I don’t like ____s”, along comes a ____ that knocks my socks off. I think that folks who do lock out entire groups are likely putting an artificial limit on partners who would show them a good time. And that’s fine, as it leaves more for me. Also worth noting is that, as the years go by, my preferences have become more eclectic. A couple of years ago, an acquaintance asked me for my preferred type. I hadn’t thought about it for years and, when I did, I was unable to give him a type. He couldn’t believe it, and kept pressing me. He said I must have a favorite type. I had to go back to my teens and tell him that, at one time, it was blue-eyed blonds. But, today, I have a slight preference for brown eyes and brown hair. Though, honestly, if other attributes are present, eye color has little bearing on how attractive I find the guy. If I had one last tryst to look forward to, and one type to choose, it would likely be someone of an ethnicity so mixed that I couldn’t put my finger on it. So to speak.

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Next up is my Scarborough Fair Smoothie with parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Can't promise I'll be able to pick it up but, with luck, I can still bend over.

That's where Costco comes in handy. The power greens are in one bag, carrots in another, tomatoes in a box, and each is about four bucks. The combo lasts about two weeks, which is as often as I go to Costco. Even then, as you say, you can start to feel like a greengrocer. Glad to hear that the energy boost wasn't just a figment of my imagination. I look forward to trying some of your enhancements. Come here, Parsley-breath!

After several years of dwindling drive, I was surprised to find a reliable resurgence of randiness with not a single new pill added to the arsenal. As someone who hates spending more than ten minutes a day cooking for myself, it had long been a nagging concern that I was not getting very good nutrition, let alone the recommended three servings a day of veggies and two servings of fruit that I knew I should be getting. It finally occurred to me that a power blender might be the answer as, within five minutes, I could create a smoothie that would give me everything the FDA wanted me to have. So I got this blender: Every day, I started throwing in a big fistful of power greens (spinach, kale, chard), another fistful of baby carrots, a tomato, a handful of frozen berries, a scoop of high-quality protein powder, and enough water to make a shake-like consistency. Hitting the “smoothie” button produced, in less than a minute, a decent-tasting drink that took care of all the nutritional good stuff that had been missing from my diet. I then felt free to eat whatever else I felt like during the day, knowing that the basics were taken care of. I got everything I needed at Costco: blender, veggies, fruit, and protein powder. To my surprise, my sex drive returned, along with just enough priapism to make it actionable. After several months, owing to a hiatus from Costco, I stopped the daily drink and away went the sex drive. Back to Costco, and back came the sex drive. I’ve since done it enough times to know that, for me, this nutritional boost is a reliable way to get the nether regions working almost as in days of yore. I don’t know if it’s the fruit and veggies, the protein, or all of the above that make the difference, as I always throw everything in together. But I do know the combo delivers reliable results. I also get a general boost of energy with this blend, which started out being mildly irritating as I now have no excuse for not doing the things I don’t feel like doing. Worth noting that, unlike a juicer, the power blender retains all the fiber. My glucose numbers go down when I'm on this regimen, and my doctor told me that fiber is most likely the reason why. Anyhoo, wanted to share this experience with folks who have likewise been meaning to improve their nutrition and were looking for an easy way to do it.

Personally, I think OZ does a great job of moderating, starting with his longstanding request for posters to try to moderate themselves. He's always been clear that he doesn't want to spend his every waking hour herding cats. Earlier in this thread, he even went so far as to invite some of us Board members to become moderators ourselves, including yours truly. As I had recently had my head examined, I was unable to take him up on his kind offer. If I were a moderator, I'm sure I'd have a lot less patience than OZ has shown recently. Thirty-day timeouts would flow liberally, like April showers, and the third strike would be the last. I'd also ask the programmers to automate part of the process. Fr'instance, I'd ask them to allow everyone to make one final post in a Sandbox thread, and I'd ask them to limit it to a thousand characters. After that, your post button would stop working. Most of all, as OZ has done, I'd shift the responsibility to us posters to make sure we stay within the lines. There are no dummies here, and anyone who wants to be a valued member of the community has the moxie to do so. Anyhoo, that's my take and, rather than ask OZ to do more in the way of moderating, I'd suggest asking him to do less. With all the hours that are freed up, perhaps he could go to work on some kind of a Daily Fantasy Forum.

Clearing his inbox for the zillionth time, OZ grows nostalgic for Saudi Arabia

Sorry for the tardy response, and I can’t say for sure when that picture was taken, but it’s included in a review of the place written in 2002. I was there a couple of years before that and it looked just the same. If I recall, I made the professional acquaintance of a cutie from Southern Europe in an adjacent room. If that was you, wowsa!, and thanks for a lovely time! Speaking of cuties and old recollections, my first foray into that erstwhile establishment was the downstairs Why Not bar in the late sixties. In those days, everybody I ran into was giving it away for free though I do recall a young German boy sitting at the bar who would have looked right at home in one of Baldur von Shirach’s weekend encampments. There were a number of Dutch daddies clustered around him and only a fleeting exchange of gazes suggested that he might be mine for the asking. I believe the word ’twink’ was invented specifically for him later on that summer. In those days, the only thing more appealing to me than German twinks was German electronics and, as luck would have it, the next day I met a Dutch guy with a scooter who offered to take me to the European Electronics Expo in neighboring Amstelveen. He cooked too, and the next few days were a busy blur. Speaking of Amstelveen, I had occasion to go there by streetcar some thirty years later, again in search of some oddball electronics, and was fascinated by a guy sitting in the front of the car, rat-haired, wild-eyed and muttering to himself in Dutch. It was only when I got off at my stop that I realized he was the conductor. Thanks for indulging the trip down memory lane, and sorry I couldn’t be of more contemporary assistance. Pretty sure, though, that you’ll have to work at it not to enjoy yourself in Amsterdam.

What did he say? . . . He won’t ban us though. He says we piss people off. That pisses me off.

But what eats the bacteria, if you don't mind my asking?

How young we were then! Just think how far we’ve come! My, my, we sure have picked up the pace! What a difference nine years makes! We’re so much more urbane! More interesting topics nowadays! I’d give half my widow’s mite to see another post from StuCotts.

JD, I haven't followed all the twists and turns of your experiences, and I know that mine are not the same as what you had to put up with, but I also had to swallow some shit from clients when I was starting out in sales. There weren’t many, thank goodness, but there are in this world some folks who take pleasure in exploiting power imbalances in business relationships in order to feel better about themselves. The one thing that worked for me was to always remember that they were the ones with the problem, and that there would come a day when I was more successful than they were. It’s tough to endure any kind of emotional abuse, but try to remember that they’re living a life that is going to be a lot unhappier than yours. If you can take your revenge that way, I think you’ll have a happier and more peaceful life. If there’s anything in my experience that might be helpful in your situation, it would be to avoid giving those people any more power than absolutely necessary, and to place much more value on your success than on their failure. My goal was to see a happy face smiling back in my mirror, and to let them deal with what they saw looking back at them.

Another EOY contest?? What could possibly go wrong?

Never one to lose his head, Oz sneaks his Venezuelan boy toy back to the apartment

Thank you too much, AdamSmith! Never imagined the whole shebang would be mine for the streaming. I’ve got my weekend planned! I saw the first one, The Abominable Dr. Phibes twice, but the second one, Dr. Phibes Rises Again, only once and had forgot it was the River of Life he and his late, soon to be not-so-late, wife were sailing down. MsGuy, not sure how to convince you the Phibes films are worth seeing, but TownsendPLocke hits the nail on the head when he says they were campfests. I guess it’s possible that camp is not to everyone’s taste but, when I see snippets from Wikipedia’s definition that include banality, artifice, mediocrity, ostentation, and naive middle-class pretentiousness, I know I’m in the right place. I’d also heard somewhere that additional sequels had been planned, as Vincent Price so enjoyed playing the character. Found this article, which gives them names: Dr. Phibes In The Holy Land, The Son Of Dr. Phibes and Phibes Resurrectus. Price always had a knack for hamming it up and, with the Phibes character, he does it with immobile face prosthetics and a voice synthesizer that cuts off frequencies even Edison’s wax drum let through. The murders sound so pedestrian as listed, but each one is horrible yet funny and quite creative at the same time. The snake under the pool table is my favorite, and all the more enjoyable because it’s imagined, planned, and implemented by a man with limited mobility and a mute assistant named Vulnavia. Vulnavia!

A terrific find! Good to know that Vulnavia waits just across the River Styx. Also a pleasure to see movie credits rolling by in less time than the film itself, with just the basic info one wants. I've made peace with learning the names of the gaffer and best boy, but draw the line at finding out who catered the second production unit. Let alone the name of the insurance underwriters. By the time the screen finally goes dark, I feel like I've long overstayed my welcome.

A clerihew artiste Seems not all that different from a public fartiste. He gets stuck in the middle without really knowing Whether to wrap it up now or try and keep going.

Donald Trump Has a large odious rump. On a day that was misty, He hauled it alongside one belonging to Chris Christie.

Here, unless I miss my guess. The word indeed trails a body. Also in the why-not department: AdamSmith With wit and pith Lays bare the art Of filtering a fart.

I broke wind at the sauna one day, With some guys who were all gay-for-pay. It began as melodious, Then quickly turned odious And drove the garotos away.

Adding my best wishes for a full recovery. Thanks to those who are keeping in touch.

Well, I must admit I used the word 'heritage', rather thoughtlessly in retrospect, to mean old-fashioned and retaining its traditional flavor. If I'd thought more about it, I might have used the word 'heirloom' and meandered into even deeper furrows. Not sure whether 'heirloom' would apply to these seeds or not. Even if it did, there's no guarantee the tomatoes will taste like the originals. According to Wikipedia: Most, if not all, hybrid plants, if regrown, will not be the same as the original hybrid plant . . . And the Rutgers scientists started out regrowing two-hundred fifty hybrids, before winnowing them down to a final three. I don't know where the 'taste memory' would reside to tell them they hit pay dirt, or what other records and data they have available. But my guess is they'll call it something different and stay out of the 'heirloom' battle. Still, it is scientists who are leading the project and the seeds they started with are genetically much closer to the originals and have eighty years less commercial breeding under their skins. So they should be much closer to the originals than anything we're getting today.