CHIT CHAT in VOLTVILLE

[Tail11]

I will try those flavors soon. Just ordered more of the butterscotch and strawnanna smoothie, 30ml each. A 5ml size of cherry on top and another 10ml size of Bahama Blizzard. This one is a curious blend of cranberries & coconut with light menthol, sort of tart, cooling and very refreshing... I like it. You might like this one too.

Just an added note on the spinner. It took a little over an hour to fully recharge. Mind you I used this 900 spinner exclusively since I got it yesterday set at 4.0v. It was still going strong but I wanted to "freshen" it back up. That was very fast, much faster than refreshing a 900 X2 or a 650 twist.

I'm glad you like the Bahama Blizzard JoAnn! And that's something about the battery charging so quickly! I wish the X2's would charge that fast. Sounds like you've got a winner!

 

[BWhare]

Jean Michel Jarre Oxygene had so much to give - and it's so nice to find someone else who appreciates it

 

[Tail11]

Here's another thing about the old cars that my mom showed me when I was a little kid. Maybe you will find it interesting. Remember the old Mercury dimes? When you turn it over, my mom said you could see a Ford behind a fence with a fallen tree. Do you see it?

Am I supposed to see a car or the name Ford? <embarrassed to ask>

Nevermind, I see it now - the old roof of a Ford - right? I've been staring at this for awhile getting perplexed, but determined to find it!

 

[Raynes]

What a GREAT story BWhare !! Poor Merlin,its a shame that cats are declawed. That practice should be banned. I have a rescue cat named Millie,whoever had her before she was taken to the shelter did a real number on her. Blues helped me to help her. In turn,Millie is teaching me the language of "cat".

 

[SandySu]

Intro to me via my fave cat (it took a bit to write so I'm out of synch with the thread - sorry) - Merlin - a rescue who had no claws - was large as a kitten, to the point where he was more than a handful and would just be hefted onto my shoulders because there was nowhere else to toss him.

I'd lounge back in my recliner and he's plunk in my lap and I'd skritch his head because that's what he kinda liked....

He grew huge I guess because he wanted to, not because he had to. He'd been brought into a house that was several stories tall and he had to share it with an crabby old persian that just refused to share. He was stuck with having to be large or hide - and he was big and black and not too easily hidden.

Somewhere along the way, he decided that me scritching his head needed retaliation or at least payback.In his later years, he would stretch across the recliner behind me and scritch "my" head. His arms were so heavy that it actually felt quite nice. Gotta figure a cat that can lay an arm across your head and pet you has to mean something special.

Merlin was a very nice quiet calm cat. One day, Jesse (my semi-son at the time) was tormenting the "poor cat". Merlin sat in the front window and "looked" after giving up on the crap. He then launched. This house had a field of play that encompassed two full rooms, basically the front to the back of the house in a house that was built in the 20's. It was a long launch. He hit the floor almost halfway down the room, tackled the kid (one paw over the neck, the other under the arm) knocked said kid to the floor, put teeth on the upside neck, continued, without stopping until he ended up at the back of the room.

Jesse got back up off the floor almost crying. Merlin turned around at the end of the run and looked at me (probably expecting some kind of serious scolding). I looked at Jess and just said, you really shouldn't have pushed him that far. Jesse held out his hand and apologized and they never had a problem after that. Merlin ruled.

One Halloween, I was left alone to dole out treats to the kiddies, something I've never been fond of. I'd carved a huge pumpkin with an evil facade, turned the stereo up playing Jean Michel Jarre with some extreme bass happening, and sat near the front door. It was a cold October evening/night. It was night and it was dark. I sat there with my bowl full of candies and waited for the kids to show up. At one point, a little girl came walking up the sidewalk to the house. Her dad stood on the sidewalk by the street. The little girl made it almost to the front porch steps, stopped, screamed and ran away. I was sitting inside the house. Even outside the house, I've never scared a little girl. I walked out of the door and discovered that Merlin was sitting on the filial post by the stairs - and there were at least a dozen cats laying in the front yard looking at him (as though he were saying "I suppose you've wondered why I've called you all here"). Later, when the guy whose daughter had freaked came down the other side of the street, I had them come over so she could meet the "huge black scary cat" and he gave her cuddles and purrs.

And that's a bit of Merlin's story and thus, a bit of mine....

My guess is the music playing that Halloween was something like this. Jean MIchel Jarre - Rendez vous 2 - La defense - 14/07/1990 - YouTube

Great story about the cat. He sounds truly special.

 

[Raynes]

You all have a GREAT night !!!

 

[SandySu]

Am I supposed to see a car or the name Ford? <embarrassed to ask>

Nevermind, I see it now - the old roof of a Ford - right? I've been staring at this for awhile getting perplexed, but determined to find it!

I think you got it. The roof of an old-fashioned Ford on the right behind the fence. Is that what you saw? Don't worry, it took me a while, too, when my mom first showed me. I wasn't thinking of cars that old with a top like that.

 

[JoAnnW]

Intro to me via my fave cat (it took a bit to write so I'm out of synch with the thread - sorry) - Merlin - a rescue who had no claws - was large as a kitten, to the point where he was more than a handful and would just be hefted onto my shoulders because there was nowhere else to toss him.

I'd lounge back in my recliner and he's plunk in my lap and I'd skritch his head because that's what he kinda liked....

He grew huge I guess because he wanted to, not because he had to. He'd been brought into a house that was several stories tall and he had to share it with an crabby old persian that just refused to share. He was stuck with having to be large or hide - and he was big and black and not too easily hidden.

Somewhere along the way, he decided that me scritching his head needed retaliation or at least payback.In his later years, he would stretch across the recliner behind me and scritch "my" head. His arms were so heavy that it actually felt quite nice. Gotta figure a cat that can lay an arm across your head and pet you has to mean something special.

Merlin was a very nice quiet calm cat. One day, Jesse (my semi-son at the time) was tormenting the "poor cat". Merlin sat in the front window and "looked" after giving up on the crap. He then launched. This house had a field of play that encompassed two full rooms, basically the front to the back of the house in a house that was built in the 20's. It was a long launch. He hit the floor almost halfway down the room, tackled the kid (one paw over the neck, the other under the arm) knocked said kid to the floor, put teeth on the upside neck, continued, without stopping until he ended up at the back of the room.

Jesse got back up off the floor almost crying. Merlin turned around at the end of the run and looked at me (probably expecting some kind of serious scolding). I looked at Jess and just said, you really shouldn't have pushed him that far. Jesse held out his hand and apologized and they never had a problem after that. Merlin ruled.

One Halloween, I was left alone to dole out treats to the kiddies, something I've never been fond of. I'd carved a huge pumpkin with an evil facade, turned the stereo up playing Jean Michel Jarre with some extreme bass happening, and sat near the front door. It was a cold October evening/night. It was night and it was dark. I sat there with my bowl full of candies and waited for the kids to show up. At one point, a little girl came walking up the sidewalk to the house. Her dad stood on the sidewalk by the street. The little girl made it almost to the front porch steps, stopped, screamed and ran away. I was sitting inside the house. Even outside the house, I've never scared a little girl. I walked out of the door and discovered that Merlin was sitting on the filial post by the stairs - and there were at least a dozen cats laying in the front yard looking at him (as though he were saying "I suppose you've wondered why I've called you all here"). Later, when the guy whose daughter had freaked came down the other side of the street, I had them come over so she could meet the "huge black scary cat" and he gave her cuddles and purrs.

And that's a bit of Merlin's story and thus, a bit of mine....

Merlin sounds like my kind of cat. Great story BWhare!

 

[BWhare]

What a GREAT story BWhare !! Poor Merlin,its a shame that cats are declawed. That practice should be banned. I have a rescue cat named Millie,whoever had her before she was taken to the shelter did a real number on her. Blues helped me to help her. In turn,Millie is teaching me the language of "cat".

He may have been declawed but he was far from being defenseless. I was teasing him one day and he got a bit fed up with it and hit me with his paw - straight forward smack. I ended up with a bruised hand for a couple of weeks. He got his point across. I still teased him - but then, he still teased me ;-)

He really was a big cat.

But he was also a very good friend.

 

[SandySu]

What a GREAT story BWhare !! Poor Merlin,its a shame that cats are declawed. That practice should be banned. I have a rescue cat named Millie,whoever had her before she was taken to the shelter did a real number on her. Blues helped me to help her. In turn,Millie is teaching me the language of "cat".

Maybe it's because my cat wasn't rescued. He was born on my living room couch, in fact. His language is "I want …" I think cats generally consider humans their servants, who are supposed to supply every need. If his food bowl is empty, he meows and I fill it. If his water is low, same thing. If he wants to go out, he meows by the door. Only problem with this cold weather is, when he wants to go out, and I open the door, and snow blows in, he looks at me accusingly and meows, as if I should change the weather to suit him. I had another cat who did the same thing. She blamed me for less-than-perfect weather when she wanted to go out.

 

[JoAnnW]

BWhare, what a neat story of your fur kids. Now I'm scrambling around to find my Jean Michel Jarre Oxygene CD! I haven't listened to that in years!

Maybe it's on youtube.

 

[Tail11]

My guess is the music playing that Halloween was something like this. Jean MIchel Jarre - Rendez vous 2 - La defense - 14/07/1990 - YouTube

Great story about the cat. He sounds truly special.

I bet that light show was awesome in person!

 

[SandySu]

Maybe it's on youtube.

It is: Jean Michel Jarre Oxygene - YouTube

 

[Uncle]

I'm probably more than "all kinds". I'm just trying not to intrude...

well, at least..... too much.....

Welcome - JUST as an FYI: This Post might make you feel more at ease: http://www.e-cigarette-forum.com/fo...69769-welcome-newbies-thread.html#post5339143

Hi, Uncle. Sixty degrees is nothing. We're scheduled for 9 degrees tonight! Isn't that why you're living in Florida rather than the Northeast?

Yep - One of the many . . .

UNCLE !!!! So glad to see you. How are you doing?

WELL - Thank You for asking and I hope everything is going as well for you & yours . . .
(BTW: I can't remember if I told you - I really liked reading your last PM - Thank You for the update . . .)

Tail - We pay for so much health care, yet this country lags behind other countries.

That is what is frustrating to me. We spend so much here but not based on science or compassion too often. While health care workers certainly deserve to make a living, I do not think a health care system can be based strictly on a capitalistic framework.

I So Agree . . . AND - Even agree about so many people abusing the Health Care System . . .

However, as someone who has depended most of their life on the "Public" Health System let me just say - I and a number of people I know who have WORKED all their lives would not be alive without it . . .

Worse though - is what is happening today . . . especially being disabled and only having "Medicare"/"Medicaid" you are now being forced into an HMO insurance that refuses to provide the "Medications" you doctor has prescribed - however offer you lesser quality DRUGS that DO NOT WORK and even include "stuff" you do not need . . . AND - Even allow the Drugs Stores to Charge Full Price to the State/Federal for items that are on sale, because you are getting them through their program . . . Talk about waste . . .

I can't wait till all of the "Affordable Health-care Act" for America (or those the prefer to call it "ObamaCare") is enacted . . .

Oh - I could go on . . . But time to get off "My" Soap box and let everyone go back to regular conversations . . .

 

[BWhare]

Maybe it's because my cat wasn't rescued. He was born on my living room couch, in fact. His language is "I want …" I think cats generally consider humans their servants, who are supposed to supply every need. If his food bowl is empty, he meows and I fill it. If his water is low, same thing. If he wants to go out, he meows by the door. Only problem with this cold weather is, when he wants to go out, and I open the door, and snow blows in, he looks at me accusingly and meows, as if I should change the weather to suit him. I had another cat who did the same thing. She blamed me for less-than-perfect weather when she wanted to go out.

I think my cat just figured that I was supposed to understand what he wanted - but he did make some things abundantly clear. If he wanted out, he just told me. If he wanted in, he'd either stand by the window and look at me or knock on the screen door. It was pretty easy. I wasn't comfortable having an outdoor cat but he wouldn't have it any other way - so I adapted. It was odd to find that he controlled all of the neighborhood cats even without claws. I've no idea if it was just his size or his personality but I suspect he was just a dominant critter. He never came home with scratches but he always came home and when he was at home, he was a cuddle bunny - go figure...

 

[Renolizzie]

Nice to meet you B.

Have a good night Raynes.

Uncle, good points about the healthcare system.

SandySu - Enjoyed your photos.

Everyone else too numerous to mention you all but you know who you are Have a great night.

Hubby will be home shortly and I need to make sure he gets some attention since he is the love of my life and probably wants to feel that way when he comes home!

 

[Tail11]

I think you got it. The roof of an old-fashioned Ford on the right behind the fence. Is that what you saw? Don't worry, it took me a while, too, when my mom first showed me. I wasn't thinking of cars that old with a top like that.

I wasn't either, that's why I didn't see it. I thought it was hidden in the branches. Guess I was thinking of the Free Masons with all of their secret hidden messages stuff

It is: Jean Michel Jarre Oxygene - YouTube

Thank you! I forget about all this stuff that's on you tube. Whisper is cocking her head listening to the music. I hope it's not bothering her!

 

[BWhare]

It is: Jean Michel Jarre Oxygene - YouTube

That's the stuff that reminds me of my near youth. I was in my late 20's when I got to indulge in that.

One of my favorite memories was visiting a friend of my wife at the time. We were sitting in her living room when her son came home from school (first or second grade). He wandered in, sat down by the stereo, slapped on headphones and cued up Dark Side of the Moon and left the adults to .... chat. Kinda blew me away but there's no accounting for taste (and in his case, he had some).

 

[White Rabbit]

you could post a pic ---please

OK here goes. This PV is a monster compared to SI products. I put a 78, X2, and the Vamo with a Vivi Nova Mini next to each other. In addition the diameter is the size of a small flashlight.

A friend of mine gave me some used Winchester 30/0/6 shells. I ground off the end and plan to use it as my power switch after I determine that the unit works OK.

 

[JoAnnW]

You all have a GREAT night !!!

Good night Raynes! Glad you could hangout today.