trinacriabob

The easiest question I've ever been asked. Two reasons: (1) 253,000 miles on the Regal Series I 3800 without having a wrench taken to it, without burning a drop of oil between oil changes, and without even darkening the oil by the next oil change (2) base CXs are inexpensive and worth every cent - low 20s versus high 20s to have a 3.6 or a V8 - and I don't experiment with newer powertrains I've been super happy with the decision to buy this car.

cross

periodontitis

stand-up comedian (from Lisbon, no less)

breath strips (they are always handy - nah, it's because of my motto: say NO to kids)

miniature

It was my Dad's assessment ... and he was street-smart beyond belief. I happened to note later in my life that many of his calls were pretty good...even though he and I were too similar to get along effectively.

You need to get out more, PCS, and see more of the world...

No, those older cars were great. I never warmed up to the rigid angularity of the rear quarter window versus the better flow of the backlite on that Eldo. It seems like the early 90s Rivs and Toros had worked in better looking greenhouses. Exactly, you all know I was lukewarm on the G8, largely because the last GP should have picked up more user-friendly styling cues in the front end and its roofline and then sold like hot cakes (like Taurus when first released). However, they missed the boat on more sales for 04-08 GP for these faux pas, so yes, the G8 is a showcase of good, timeless, proportionate, user-friendly styling and packaging. The proportions of hood/greenhouse/rear deck are excellent.

nudist colony

I almost NEVER agree with YOU, but there's a lot of truth in what you say,...I grew up in a fairly nice area 3 or 4 miles south of UCLA, and there is a real PROBLEM with that on the West Side. Meaning, the "loser" who waits on tables trying to be spotted (David Hasselhoff was one of the few that broke through that way) taking a class at Santa Monica College or an artsy extension class at UCLA has a surliness that is based on "coolness." In other words, I'm too cool and everything about me has to be calculated and effected, so this is all you get. Surliness in a lower class area (the "flip" answer from people belonging to marginalized minority groups) seems to be more based on an "I don't want to talk to you, whitey (or gringo)." I agree, in the Midwest, you may get "more info than you need" because there isn't that "pressure." Also, since I did grad school in the Midwest, there is a "canyon" between North Shore Chicago folks and those from anywhere else in the regional "cachement area" for that particular university. Meaning, the Chicago North Shore folks tended to be jerks and the others were super nice, and rarely of the TMI variety. Also, there are plenty of regular folks in SoCal, and they are usually eclectic (transplants, have lived in different areas, are from another country), who don't want to be in THE INDUSTRY, and aspire to have regular jobs in companies, firms, school districts or have small businesses.

*scratching my head* What is it with people and their love for cars they can hardly see out of?

Magnum

That's hilarious. We had those. But one stands out as the funniest: "The D.D.C." = "the demerol* dining club" (* an anesthetic) 4 very nice, but very boring girls who ate together in the grad school housing complex food service

space ship

"Basic Instinct" (opening sequence where the guy was tied up...not good)

chains

trim

Bush

You'd be surprised that, even in coat and tie settings or in politics, people have always coined nickames for each other...be they good or bad. Some of the mumu ladies at the company I worked for in Atlanta called me the "crumb chaser" because I would "drop by" a buffet another department was holding...I was 5'10"/high 160s at the time, so they had room to talk (???) Some are geographic: "Santa Barbara" (G) - a spoiled, not a care in the world guy I work with who went to UCSB "West Texas" (NG) - a dollied-up co-worker who looks like a beauty contest entry from a small West Texas town for whom that would be the high point of her life "Reno" - (G) a lady with a husky casino cocktail waitress voice who smokes "Westchester" - (G) a co-worker in Atlanta who went to Emory and came from the Westchester Co. NY suburbs "Grand Canyon" - (N) a Hispanic lady in the mail room who looks like she might guide the donkey tour down into the Grand Canyon "Miami" - (G) a Hispanic guy at work who looks like he might say "say hello to my little friend" at a moment's notice Some are about physical attributes: "Loogeyman" - (NG) raspy voiced guy that sounds like spit stuck is always stuck in his throat "HM" - the "hose monster," (NG) for a promiscuous girl at work "La tres" - Spanish for "the number three" - (NG) a girl for whom we estimated that the width of her rump was 3x the width of mine "Hillary" or "la esposa del Presidente" - (G) interior designer who looked like a young Hillary Clinton "el cocodrilo" - Spanish for "the crocodile" - (N) a person I worked with that had a physically very large mouth like a crocodile "la comedora (de alfombra)" - Spanish for "the eater (of carpet)" - (NG) self-explanatory - very nasty temperment and rightfully fired for her discord with everybody she worked for, including me. Most people's opinion of this person who were "in" on the nickname: G = good person, generally / NG = not a good person, generally / N = neutral, generally Some of these go back to the wonderful 80s. Do you have any nicknames from work/school/the neighborhood? The explanation of the nickname?

This is 'effin hilarious. The math just dawned on me. :rotflmao:

I am really sorry to hear this. The car part isn't as important as the job part. Can people get teaching certificates in adjacent areas (PA, NY) if they are willing to move...would you be happy in social sciences (the closest thing I can think of to business educ.)? It's going to be tough for many of us and I have friends who have lost jobs, have had to take pay cuts, have had to do weird "laterals," etc. etc. I'll hold good thougths for you.

Seattle

never mind

Suburbs of big cities can be fairly bucolic, sometimes. I mean, growing up on a tree-lined residential street of a major urban area, we all knew each other, but it seemed that 20 or 30 feet between the houses seemed to ensure enough privacy. Sure, there were busybodies, but resetting some boundaries tells them to back off. Most people have a good sense of balance. The part I was referring to above is when the neighborhood gets too Stepford and too superficial.