i have this engine from a craftsman riding mower that barely got any use. i do not have the original frame. i was wondering if i could do anything wi...
i have this engine from a craftsman riding mower that barely got any use. i do not have the original frame. i was wondering if i could do anything with it such as a go cart or something like a wood chipper. any other ideas would be great.
So in my dream,I’m in my apartment at dusk.I look through my window and see that in my dream my apartment is still my real apartment,but outside is different.There is an ominous alley way out my window crowded with tall apartment buildings and I get the urge to walk down it. I come to this old, dilapidated multistory apartment building and I decide to go inside through the back-porch area of this building.The building itself is a rotten black color on the outside and so are the other buildings.I can see that it was once a nice apartment on the inside,but everything is crumbling and dirty.It looks like whoever lived here last just up-and-left,leaving old suits hanging up in his closet,food in the pantry,and for some reason left some lights on here and there.The building looks scary,but in my dream I just can’t help but wander through searching every room.After this first walkthrough,I go back to my apartment.It’s not until I wake up in real-life that I fall back asleep and moments later re-enter the dream.I go to the same apartment and decide I want to rummage through the last tennants belongings.The first thing I see when I go through the back porch door is the pantry.I remember picking up a can and reading the date on the label:1980.I pick up a box of crackers and the expiration date reads 1983.From that point on I just felt like that was the last time anyone had entered the house besides me.I go into the hallway and the first thing I see are some nice suits hanging up.I take them off the rack,excited that I have new nice suits, and set them in my apartment.I even remember thinking"I hope I still have these when I wake up".Everytime I go back to my apartment in my dream,I wake up in real life.This time,I woke up VERY disappointed that the suits didn’t make it out of my dream with me.Okay,so there I am in my REAL bed,awake and I want to sleep more,and I’m well aware of the vivid dream and think hard about the dream hoping I can re-enter it.It works,and I’m sure it only works because I’m only awake for maybe a minute before falling back asleep each time.Back in my dream I go in through the back door once again.This time the apartment looked a TINY bit cleaner,I get the feeling that I cleaned it up a little but don’t remember that happening in the dream.Here’s where it get’s weird for me.I decided to exit the house through the front door and as soon as I do my older brother is standing next to me.I thought nothing of it,in fact it made sense to me in my dream for some reason.The front of the building isn’t much different from the alleyway:4 to 5 story apartment buildings tightly crammed,all that rotten black color and the low-light dusk sky.As soon as I start to walk away I notice the building across the street has a red light on in the window and a man sitting in front of the window doing some work on a typewriter.Once that man notices us exit the building he starts to scream something in an annoyingly loud voice:"HEY YOU,that guy needs to go see the SECOND PRINCIPLE, and YOU (talking to me) YOU NEED TO SEE THE THIRD PRINCIPLE".Not knowing what the HELL that meant,we started walking down the street.His voice getting louder and louder, he kept shouting at me that I needed to see the THIRD PRINCIPLE.His shouting was SO annoying and seemed to be coming from everywhere as we walked down the street. We ran down the street a bit to try to get lost in a crowd of people walking around. It didnt work because he kept shouting it louder and louder until I woke up.Here’s the second dream I had the very next night:I had a dream I was in a giant warehouse-like building,steel frame,big metal columns,cross members and such.It was one of the buildings I patrol at work, I’m a security guard and am in buildings like this almost on a nightly basis,so it made sense to me where I was.I was driving around the building in one of the many golf-carts that are in there.The building in my dream was so large that it was easy to get lost in.It was clean,and it had squeaky,shiny floors.Making my way through the building I kept coming across other security guards(none of which I recognized)and they were also trying NOT to get lost.Driving around more I was starting to notice that there was no way out of the building.I was starting to get worried.I tried to track down one of the guards to help me.I found two guards who were both on one golf cart and asked them how to get out and guess what they said?They said "you need to learn the THIRD lesson before you can get out.You learned the first two,but the third one is the hardest and thats why we’re both still here."They couldn’t leave and neither could I until we learned this THIRD lesson.End of dream.In the dream,the first two lessons felt more like a feeling and not something I could put into words.I’m very puzzled by this THIRD PRINCIPLE and this THIRD LESSON.Does anybody have any interpretation on
WARNING: IT’S LONG,
There is something in these two dreams (that if anyone would take the time to read) about the THIRD PRINCIPLE and the THIRD LESSON, all I need to know is if this is something that anyone’s ever heard of.. I know it’s WAY too long, you got me there!
this really isn’t a short story.
it is just a moment in a character’s life that I created
can someone please offer suggestions for improvement or what you like about the story? thanks
to answer some questions
they are japanese
in the dream, an atomic bomb hit the city and radiation and heat went everywhere
i made up the hospitals and the names
takeshi feels bad about not being able to protect sakura’s brother and promises to find him and bring him back
THE PROMISE THAT I COULD NOT KEEP
Utashinai hospital 1845
Raindrops, the size of green peas, plopped on the hospital roof as I sat on a hospital cart, slowly being guided toward my room. I listened to the rhythmical beat of the raindrops splattering along the side of the cement wall and began to fall into a deep daze as the dust around the halls blinded my eyes. My scathed back pressed against the cart’s frame as the last of my energy left my body and the heaviness of my eyelids forced me into deep sleep.
Dream of Takeshi.
The mist of the dream formed heavy dust and smoke that blotched out the sun’s rays as the heat wave crackled my skin. Buildings were flattened and half were melted by columns of fire that rose through the haze. The wounded, indistinguishable by sex, crawled like mindless zombies as they called for water. There I was, among the rubble and wreckage, staring at my cousin’s contorted body. His right arm was snapped in half, and half his hair was singed. I wasn’t in any better state. I pressed my head against his chest to hear for a pulse. Bum-ba………… bum-ba……….. bum-ba. I carefully placed his fragile body into my arms and walked off. I made my way around town as many others hobbled, their skin like worn rags on their skin. Many cried for help as parasites and maggots fed on their bodies, but their calls went unanswered. Soon many turned into corpses, while others were seared by the relentless eyes of the sun. An orchestra of fog greeted me as I made my way down the hillside, nearing the shelter. Exhausted, I lay my cousin down under a building and went to fetch water for the both of us. The old wooden pipe had a steady stream going as I desperately held it toward my mouth, swallowing every drop as if it was my last. As I placed the bucket under the pipe, the earth yawned and shook its heavy shoulders. I feel due to loss of balance, but my gaze was focused on my cousin. No, the shelter behind him. Each piece of the shelter was as fragile as a domino. If out of its place of order, it causes a reaction and rest fall with it. The earth continued to stretch its body as the first domino fell. I ran across the hillside toward where my cousin was but my legs felt like jelly and collapsed beneath me as the shelter consumed my cousin, burying him beneath the earth’s rugged skin.
“Daitaro!”
The waking was red and abrupt as the door swayed and in came Manami, a young adult nurse, and Sakura, Daitaro’s sister.
“Sakura-chan…..”
There was a thump in my chest like my heart ripping through my chest or a battering ram colliding with a temple gate. I cast a blank stare at the white sheets that I slept beneath and my eyes began to quiver. It wasn’t from the dust this time.
“Takeshi…..”
“Takeshi-kun, I was told you had suffered quite a severe wound. How do you feel?”
“Sakura-chan, I am sorry.”
Sakura became shocked by the response and for a split second, wrinkles formed across her forehead and eyes sagged.
“Why are you apologizing? Sheesh, you look like a mummy.”
She isn’t going to fool anyone with that smile. It was fake. I knew it, she knew it, but maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe it was there to soothe the pain.
“I…..I said it was a promise for a lifetime. I always said that, no matter what, I will keep going straight ahead, not taking back or bending my word. I will bring him back, believe it!”
There was silence in the room, as if we were suspended in space, a place where no sound ever existed. It was as if we were in a picture frame, unable to move or talk, only to be suspended in a realm, where seconds don’t pass and dawn never comes. The rain drops don’t look like rain drops anymore but more like crystallized diamonds suspended in mid-air. The intensity grew stronger with time as guilt ate at my heart and soul but lifted as a smile appeared on both Manami’s and Sakura’s face.
“Thank you, Takeshi.”
“We will see you later, Takeshi-kun. Make a steady recovery.”
Utashinai hospital 7:30 p.m.
The door swayed open again as a person walks into the room.
“Good evening, Takeshi-kun.”
“Ojiisan!”
“Takeshi, I have come to tell you something important.”
I gave him a scrutinizing gaze before I nodded for him to continue.
“Just…..forget about Daitaro.”
“What? Why should I?”
“Daitaro is probably already dead among the ruins of that flame-engulfed city and his body already one with the earth. No matter how much you try, he won’t come back and all you will be left with is your own helplessness and regret. If you don’t l
oh, yeah thanks for catching that
part of the story is cut off by the way
1. How much would I have to sand the frame to get it where the paint would stick good? 2. What method should I use when applying the paint?
does anybody have a how to make a go cart pickup truck frame video or instruction list?
by the above i dont mean a fiber glass body pick up truck, i mean something with a basic frame and a bed made of wood or diamond plate,
any help will be gladly appriciated, and B.A for 10 points
1. What measurement is a combination of distance and direction?
A. Displacement
B. Frame of reference
C. Directional distance
D. Vector
2. Distance is described by
A. the measure of the resultant vector.
B. the addition of vectors.
C. the direction and distance between two points.
D. the length of a path between two points.
3. __________ is measured as the length of the path between two points while __________ is measured as the direction from the starting point and the length of a straight line between the starting and ending points.
A. Displacement; distance
B. Distance; displacement
C. Distance; velocity
D. Displacement; velocity
4. Displacement is
A. the shortest distance between two points.
B. a measure of direction only.
C. an example of a vector.
D. the length of a path between two points.
5. A race car makes one trip completely around a 2 km track. The race car has __________ of 2 km and the racecar has __________ of 0.
A. traveled a distance; a displacement
B. a displacement; a vector
C. a displacement; traveled a distance
D. traveled a distance; an average speed
6. The __________ of an object are __________ when the object travels exactly in a straight line in the same direction.
A. resultant vectors; long
B. distance and displacement; different
C. distance and displacement; the same
D. resultant vectors; short
7. Chris walked 1 block east, 2 blocks north, another 2 blocks east, and 2 more blocks north to get to work. The direct measurement from the starting point to the ending point is 5 blocks. The distance Chris traveled is __________ blocks and James’s displacement is __________ blocks.
A. 7; 5
B. 5; 6
C. 5; 5
D. 7; 0
8. __________ is a vector, but __________ is not.
A. Distance; displacement
B. Displacement; distance
C. Speed; average speed
D. Average speed; speed
9. A bicyclist rides her bicycle 10 km west on the road. She then turns around and rides 3 km east on the same road. The distance the bicyclist traveled is __________ and the displacement is __________.
A. 13 km; 13 km
B. 7 km; 10 km
C. 10 km; 7 km
D. 13 km; 7 km
10. A motorcyclist is traveling at 40 mph going west. The motorcyclist continues to move at 40 mph, but changes direction to the south. Once the motorcyclist changes direction, the motorcycle’s speed __________ and the motorcyclist’s velocity __________.
A. changes, stays the same
B. changes, changes
C. stays the same, changes
D. stays the same, stays the same
11. What is the measure of speed and direction in which an object is moving?
A. Velocity
B. Average speed
C. Average direction
D. Vector addition
12. A golf cart is traveling 10 mph and changes direction from south to east. Which of the following statements is true?
A. The speed of the golf cart decreased once direction changed.
B. The velocity did not change once the direction changed.
C. The velocity of the golf cart changed because the direction changed.
D. The speed of the golf cart changes because direction changed.
13. A deer is running at 25 mph going south and reduces its speed to 10 mph going in the same direction. The speed of the deer __________ and the velocity of the deer __________.
A. stays the same; stays the same
B. stays the same; changes
C. decreases; stays the same
D. decreases; changes
14. Direction is a factor of __________, but not __________.
A. distance; displacement
B. velocity; speed
C. displacement; velocity
D. speed; distance
15. __________ is a vector, but __________ is not.
A. Distance; displacement
B. Velocity; speed
C. Displacement; velocity
D. Speed; distance
16. Both __________ and __________ measure how fast an object is moving.
A. displacement; speed
B. distance; speed
C. speed; velocity
D. velocity; distance
17. Which of the following measures speed only?
A. Tachometer
B. Speedometer
C. Acceleration
D. Pendulum
18. Which of the following examples describes an object that is accelerating and changing velocity?
A. A keyboard resting on a desk
B. A basketball lying on a gymnasium floor
C. A pedestrian traveling at a constant speed in a straight line
D. An airplane taking off from the ground
19. A bird flies at a constant speed of 15 mph heading east. The bird does not increase speed or change direction. What is the bird’s acceleration?
A. 7.5 m/s2
B. 15 m/s2
C. 30 m/s2
D. 0 m/s2
20. __________ is equal to __________ divided by total time.
A. Change in velocity; speed
B. Acceleration; speed
C. Acceleration; the change in velocity
D. Speed; distance
21. A city bus moves at a speed of 25 mph and slows down to 10 mph to turn at an intersection. The bus’ velocity __________ and the bus __________.
A. does not ch
The circus only came around once a year. From the front porch steps, I would wait and watch, marvelling over the brilliantly painted trailers as they passed by our home in the countryside. Like every year, they were headed to the big city, Paris. I remember the times in the past when I would stand tall against the eyes of the tigers, stashed away in their cages on wheels. I would salute the cart drivers and they would wave back. But sometimes the way things were doesn’t mean that’s how they will be forever. That year, I listened not only to the sound of the carnival as it paved a eminent road to the city, but to my father yelling at my mother.
It had been that way for some time now. For years. I cannot recall just how long it had been going on. Maybe it had been that way forever, but that day, I paid more attention to it than I ever remembered in the past. That day, the argument was about me.
“You know we can’t keep him!” Bellowed the voice of my father.
“You say it as if he’s a damn dog,” my mother shouted.
“Well, have you paid attention to him lately?”
“He needs us.”
“Us?” My father’s voice lowered dangerously at the sound of my mother’s words.
“Yes, us. And if not you, than me.”
I walked through the front door. My eyes scanned the lines of the sign my mother had placed on the wall just outside of the screen door. “We’re all mad here,” it read, its yellow and white painted text chipping away with the subtle rain. And mad we were.
In photo albums of my family, we all smiled outwardly, but on the inside we were angry, crying and screaming to break free of the hands which were holding us back, in. My favourite picture from that album was the one my mother took out and placed into a photo frame atop the mantle. It was the only one of her back in her show days, the one where she wrapped her white sleeved arm around the crest of her former show horse, Miss Chevious. The way she smiled showed that she was, once upon a time, genuinely happy. Her white sleeved arm was wrapped around the crest of her horse’s neck as she held onto the reins with a loose grip. Her piercing eyes in black and white stared at me through the thin layer of glass of the picture frame.
This picture was from her days in the show business, when she was an equestrian showgirl in the circus. But she had to quit her dreams of working with horses, because, at the age of sixteen, she had a baby boy she had to care for.
“Joseph,” my mother called from her spot at the kitchen sink. She was washing and drying the dishes from the night before, something she had failed to do and something my father refused to do because of another quarrel. I looked up at her as tears made her black mascara run in lines underneath her eyes. She tried to wipe them away. At the age of twenty-two, my mother looked more fragile and disheartened than ever.
I stood in the doorway, watching her set a plate down, and wiped away a fresh stream of tears. “I’m sorry,” she said, avoiding eye contact.
It was Spring of 1906. I was taken down to a house I could not recognise.. “Stay here,” my mother said, her voice quivering. She walked over to the screen door atop the porch. This new world frightened me. I stood near the base of an oak tree, my eyes scanning for something, anything, out of place. My mother disappeared behind the door for a moment, then walked back out. In tow was a tall gentleman dressed in a top hat. He was middle aged, I presumed. He waved at me, but I didn’t wave back—I didn’t know what to do.
They both trotted over to me, my mother’s picturesque face stained with tears.
“Joseph,” she said, “this is Nolan Ashfield.” She folded her hands in front of her, refusing to look me in the eyes. She sniffled and wiped more of the unwelcome visitors away.
“Why, hello there, young lad,” his voice bellowed. “I’m so glad to have you here.”
I stared at the man in confusion. “Hello, sir,” I whispered meekly.
My mother bent done on one knee before me, taking one of my hands within hers, stroking it. “My dear child,” she said softly, choking back her cries. “I’m so sorry.”
She hugged me one final time. Then she walked past me, past the tree, and into the horizon. The only times I got to see her after that was in my dreams and every time I looked into her eyes in the photograph that rested on my new bedside table.
It’s tomorrow and we’re already spending the whole day together. Going go carting and the movies. We’re also going out to dinner then to a friends party and spending the night together. I was thinking of buying this cool picture frame and putting a few pics in there. It’s got like 5 spots for pictures, so I was thinking of putting a little poem in one of the spots. Is that good..?…..
cant figure it out
Any feedback at all is welcome. Thx in advance!
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Marionette Bordure was having a day. Her sanity danced near the emergency exit of her mind, holding on with strings as tenuous as her name suggested.
She pointed an unsteady gun at the acne-covered gas station teller, squinting through her pantyhose mask, making sure he wasn’t pressing any panic buttons.
“Hey kid,” she said, “step in front of the counter.”
“Don’t shoot,” he blubbered, hands up, stumbling. “Don’t… Don’t…”
“Put these on.”
Marion tossed a set of heavy handcuffs at the kid. He jumped and the cuffs hit him in the chest then clattered to the ground. For a few moments he stared at them stupidly, apparently afraid to move. She waggled the gun and the cashier hurried to cuff his own wrists together.
“Where’re the magazines?” Marion asked.
“The what?”
“The magazines!”
“Magazines?”
She yanked the panty hose up over her head, uncovering her face.
“Magazines!”
The cashier pointed toward the rack of People and Us Weekly’s near the front door.
“No, not those,” Marion said.
“We don’t have porno ones,” the cashier said with the assurance of someone who’d checked every corner of the convenience store for Playboys.
“Not a porno magazine! What kind of person you think I am?”
“I dunno! What kind of person robs a store for magazines?”
“Those are too old,” Marion explained nodding at the magazine rack at the front door. “You got a new shipment? The Globe or The Enquirer or one of those ‘2 headed baby’ or ‘ufo sighting’ magazines?”
The kid looked lost.
Marion sighed. She pulled out a second pair of handcuffs and threw them at the cashier. These also hit his chest and clattered to the ground.
“Just cuff yourself to that shelf,” she said. “I need to go into the back room and can’t have you wandering around calling 911.”
As he fumbled to handcuff his already-handcuffed wrists to the shelf, she went to the back room. She found a bottled water and emptied its contents all over the cheap-looking security terminal. The dark green monitor sparked and popped and went blank. Marion figured that was enough to disrupt any footage that had captured her face. She wasn’t sure, though; she wasn’t exactly a pro at armed robbery.
It took a few minutes of rummaging through the cluttered back room, but she found a shipment of The Globe beneath a shipment of Doritos single packs. She pulled the cardboard apart and found the magazines.
Splashed across each magazine cover was Marion’s own impish face framed by orange, curly hair. She knew she only needed one copy, but she took the whole box anyway.
“Thanks kid,” she said. The sliding doors sighed shut behind her. Marion opened the trunk of her acid green Smart car. She propped the box of magazines on its side, then pressed the unwilling trunk door against her growing stash of treasures until she heard the latch click.
Marion plopped herself into the front seat and grabbed the checklist from the cluttered passenger seat.
— Rt 208 at River Rd, April 29, 1993, 2 pairs of handcuffs, 1 gun —
Marion crossed it off. 7 down.
Then, as if it had been hidden by invisible ink, an 8th item appended itself to the list.
— 6th St at Main, December 12, 1974, 4 ft rope, 1 Barbie doll, 3oz fresh tuna —
Marionette Bordure threw the list aside and pressed her fingers to her temples.
“I hate going backwards,” she whined at the dashboard. But it’s not like whining ever changed Their mind. She revved the engine and sped off with the dignity of a go-cart, pressing the “Backwards” button on the steering wheel and waiting for the nausea to hit.
The rip in the time continuum wasn’t going to repair itself, after all.
I started writing down my dreams ’cause I felt like some of the stuff i dream about comes true in real life (Kind of weird i know). But after about a month of writing my dreams down i went back and read through them. I didn’t realize it but most of them are kind of weird. And i’m not talking about like being chased by a giant banana or something. Although in one i did get chased by someone in a bear custom. So if someone could explain them, please do.
1. I was on a school field trip to wal-mart. I fell into a random whole in the middle of the parking lot and some guy that didn’t go to my school but was my age helped me out. I told him as a thank you i would do something for him. So he told me to help him steal something from a store close to wal-mart. He said that the store stole it from a guy and that he was just getting it back. So finnaly i agreed to help him. We snuck into the store and got the thing and i escaped as fast as i could. The bus for the field trip had already left so my brother was their to pick me up. I got in the car but relized that the guy was still in the store so i got out. But my dog who had come with my brother followed me so i took him back to the car. My bro and the guy, who’s name is Daniel got out of the car. Daniel explained he noticed i had left and came looking for me but found my brother. Then his parents showed up and my mom showed up and they started talking and i ended up tranferring schools to his school so i could help him be theif.
2. (The next day i had this dream) I was in my new school with Daniel and another of my new best friends. They both liked me. But didn’t like each other (though in the dream i didn’t relize that Daniel liked me too.) i had gotten a weird text the same day a new guy moved to our school. Daniel sat a few rows over, my other bf sat to the right of me and the new kid sat diagonally behind me. I looked over at my bf and he smiled and winked at me. I turned away blushing but when i turned away i saw Daniel glaring at bf. I looked over at bf who was just smiling at Daniel. I heard the new guy almost laugh so i turned and looked at him, he gave me and big smile and i blushed again. I looked over at Daniel who looked over at me at the same time. We both turned away and i looked back over at him and he was smiling down at his paper. I got another weird text and told Daniel by mouthing the words. And asked to go to the bathroom so i could read it. But since i was new to the school i got lost. It took me a while to find my way back to class. (then it ended)
3. Me and my brothers were going to an amusement park. We met this girl and two other boys who were from a different world. Me and the girl got on a giant ski lift that went all over the park and it started breaking and going backwards and stuff. I freaked out cause i knew she was doing it and she wanted to destroy the world. But i couldn’t get off. (I don’t remeber the rest.) In the end she died.
4. I met a guy on vacation who turned out to be this like wanted criminal though he had never done anything wrong and was just framed. After i was seen with him i was expected to be his partner in crime and we had to go on the run. We went to this abandoned wearhouse where he introduced me to some of his crimainal friends. We stayed in the wear house for a few days, until somehow are names were cleared. The day we were leaving to go home. Some one started chasing us in a bear custome. We jumped on a golf cart and rode around the ware house being chased by a fake bear. Finnaly the bear stopped and took off his head to reveal my old best friend Dakota who had failed a grade so i haven’t seen her in like two years.
Are these normal dream or do i just have a very large imagination (which i already know i do so is that the cause of these dreams?) There are lots more but i’m tired of typing. Why do i have such dreams? Plus would the first two make a good book?
1. How much do i need to sand the frame down so I can paint the frame? 2. And What method should i use when painting the frame?
Thanks.
me & my girlfriend have been going out for over a year now & we’re always talking about the really fun memories we’ve had.
The first day we hung out was to go see the movie "The Proposal" last year. Ironic huh? lol. We’ve done stuff like going to movies & out to eat way to much lately. it seems like all we do anymore. but we have really great memories like going bowling & for an entire game putting the ball in the gutter & kicking it down for 10 frames. or talking online for 12 hours straight about absolutely nothing. or going to walmart & testing out every bike they had on display.
It seems lately we’ve lost that fun memory making phase, not love for each other but just that feeling after a day that you can look back at after a year & say "wow that was so fun"
the only thing I could think of doing was taking her to Chuck E Cheeses, then having a picnic in the park, play on the swings & stuff & maybe take her to a musuem (falls of the Ohio) & being all fun because she says she’s missing out on her childhood because of school & work at home, so I thought it would be sweet to say alright for one day we’re just gonna be kids.
I’m trying to be the best boyfriend she’s ever had because one day I want to ask this girl to marry me because she’s so amazing. & I want to be the guy that will always giver her memories to relive over & over again. I’m 19 she’s almost 16. (don’t judge) so nothing extreamly costly.
what do you all think & I would love to hear your ideas. the best idea/s gets my vote & 5 stars. thank you to all that particapate!
also (no amusment parks. no home cooked meals. I live in Indiana. & her far sighted vision isn’t that good so no go carts or anything like that)
The 14 M.P.H. Cooler – yup, a cooler with an engine. Not your typical gadget but still quite amusing to us so it makes the grade. Grab your favorite six pack and load it up for on the go drinking for close to a mere 0.
As the name implies the 14 M.P.H. Cooler goes up to 14MPH. It’s powered by a 500-watt electric motor. You can drive this baby up to 15 miles on a single charge, transporting with you in the insulated bin up to two six packs and a block of ice. The frame of this scooter is built from aircraft aluminum and the variable throttle looks to provide a riding experience similar to that of a golf cart.
And in case you don’t have a spot for your favorite beer there’s a cup holder located between the driver’s knees which opens to provide access to beverages inside the cooler as you zip along.
PICTURE:
http://outhouserag.typepad.com/gizmos/images/2007/10/29/scootercooler.jpg
Ive got a frame and ive got the engine, tires, axels, and throttle. what am i missing?
The new vodafone advert video/song
I don’t know if anyone has seen it yet but i did yesterday and I’m dying to know!
Its a moving still frame film of a man going around playing a real life video game. In one of the parts hes popping balloons with two bin lids and a ‘scream’ styled person is following him.
Another part is where him and another person are go-cart racing and driving through boxes with scores on them.
Also there is a part near the end where him and the other person are fighting and you can see the scores appearing next to them.
The song goes something like ‘video games ruined my life’ i think.
I mean on youtube or something! i don’t want to download it.
Can’t find it on youtube, i’m limited to the ammount of pages shown.
a link would be helpful, thanks
Fought for what I believe in, just went south
Gutted me like a sheep and tore off my mouth
Entrails covering half the living room and kitchen
Leaving several bodies either dead or twitch’n
My mind frame must have been off the charts
Security guard found me at Wal-Mart in a shopp’n cart
Broken nose and a hand missing a few fingers
Barely stood up left my arm to forever linger
By time the ambulance got there it was too late
Took my coarse of action and choose my fate
It was 20 to something, the odds were stacked
Fight’n until I got whacked from the back
When I die hopefully the skies will cry for me
Wasn’t suicidal but I couldn’t let things be
Hopefully some family won’t forget who I was
Friends never forget me, but time surely does
When I die, remember my legacy
Carry if forward, do it for the family
Remember what I taught, never back down
Just remember this crazy arsonist clown
When they put me in my casket, people will cry
Some people will be sad that I had to die
Momma, I’m sorry I had to leave you and Jess
I know what I did was wrong, left a total mess
Trying to grow up and go study abroad
Lying in my casket grandma cursing at God
“Why did you take my little boy, why him”
“Oh lord why?” her pale face turning grim
People wishing my death got what they wanted
Now that I’m gone I hope my actions haunt them
I lived trying to leave something good behind
But it never took off, never crossed your mind
So be prepared because life moves to damn fast
One minute you driving, next your in a body cast
So better live life now, better say those prayers
Because when you die, someone might actually care
When I die, remember my legacy
Carry if forward, do it for the family
Remember what I taught, never back down
Just remember this crazy arsonist clown
You got to stand strong, fight for what you believe
Things won’t come to you, got to go out and retrieve
Work hard, pay taxes and then life ends quickly
So abruptly, if you make it pass 35, your damn lucky
Live and die, just here to repopulate human kind
Why should we even live, if no legacy is left behind
You might have purpose, if your worth something
Hit a brick wall, the end soon becomes abrupting
I ain’t going out like that, gonna take my chance
Its my wishes and dreams only I can truly grant
You better do something with this gift or be forgotten
Berried six feet deep, left life unfulfilled, your body rotten
When I die, remember my legacy
Carry if forward, do it for the family
Remember what I taught, never back down
Just remember this crazy arsonist clown
The Midwest Arsonist
It wouldn’t be funny if it wasn’t so true… Julie Andrews turned
69 – To commemorate her 69th birthday on October 1, actress/vocalist,
Julie Andrews made a special appearance at Manhattan ‘s Radio City Music
Hall for the benefit of the AARP. One of the musical numbers she
performed was "My Favorite Things" from the legendary movie "Sound Of
Music."
Here are the actual lyrics she used:
Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting, Walkers and handrails
and new dental fittings, Bundles of magazines tied up in string, These
are a few of my favorite things.
Cadillacs and cataracts, and hearing aids and glasses, Polident and
Fixodent and false teeth in glasses, Pacemakers, golf carts and porches
with swings, These are a few of my favorite things.
When the pipes leak, When the bones creak, When the knees go bad, I
simply remember my favorite things, And then I don’t feel so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions, No spicy hot food or
food cooked with onions, Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they
bring, These are a few of my favorite things.
Back pains, confused brains, and no need for sinnin’, Thin bones and
fractures and hair that is thinnin’, And we won’t mention our short,
shrunken frames, When we remember our favori te things.
When the joints ache, When the hips break, When the eyes grow dim, Then
I remember the great life I’ve had, And then I don’t feel so bad.
Any feedback at all is welcome. Thx in advance!
——–
Marionette Bordure was having a day. Her sanity danced near the emergency exit of her mind, holding on with strings as tenuous as her name suggested.
She pointed an unsteady gun at the acne-covered gas station teller, squinting through her pantyhose mask, making sure he wasn’t pressing any panic buttons.
“Hey kid,” she said, “step in front of the counter.”
“Don’t shoot,” he blubbered, hands up, stumbling. “Don’t… Don’t…”
“Put these on.”
Marion tossed a set of heavy handcuffs at the kid. He jumped and the cuffs hit him in the chest then clattered to the ground. For a few moments he stared at them stupidly, apparently afraid to move. She waggled the gun and the cashier hurried to cuff his own wrists together.
“Where’re the magazines?” Marion asked.
“The what?”
“The magazines!”
“Magazines?”
She yanked the panty hose up over her head, uncovering her face.
“Magazines!”
The cashier pointed toward the rack of People and Us Weekly’s near the front door.
“No, not those,” Marion said.
“We don’t have porno ones,” the cashier said with the assurance of someone who’d checked every corner of the convenience store for Playboys.
“Not a porno magazine! What kind of person you think I am?”
“I dunno! What kind of person robs a store for magazines?”
“Those are too old,” Marion explained nodding at the magazine rack at the front door. “You got a new shipment? The Globe or The Enquirer or one of those ‘2 headed baby’ or ‘ufo sighting’ magazines?”
The kid looked lost.
Marion sighed. She pulled out a second pair of handcuffs and threw them at the cashier. These also hit his chest and clattered to the ground.
“Just cuff yourself to that shelf,” she said. “I need to go into the back room and can’t have you wandering around calling 911.”
As he fumbled to handcuff his already-handcuffed wrists to the shelf, she went to the back room. She found a bottled water and emptied its contents all over the cheap-looking security terminal. The dark green monitor sparked and popped and went blank. Marion figured that was enough to disrupt any footage that had captured her face. She wasn’t sure, though; she wasn’t exactly a pro at armed robbery.
It took a few minutes of rummaging through the cluttered back room, but she found a shipment of The Globe beneath a shipment of Doritos single packs. She pulled the cardboard apart and found the magazines.
Splashed across each magazine cover was Marion’s own impish face framed by orange, curly hair. She knew she only needed one copy, but she took the whole box anyway.
“Thanks kid,” she said. The sliding doors sighed shut behind her. Marion opened the trunk of her acid green Smart car. She propped the box of magazines on its side, then pressed the unwilling trunk door against her growing stash of treasures until she heard the latch click.
Marion plopped herself into the front seat and grabbed the checklist from the cluttered passenger seat.
— Rt 208 at River Rd, April 29, 1993, 2 pairs of handcuffs, 1 gun —
Marion crossed it off. 7 down.
Then, as if it had been hidden by invisible ink, an 8th item appended itself to the list.
— 6th St at Main, December 12, 1974, 4 ft rope, 1 Barbie doll, 3oz fresh tuna —
Marionette Bordure threw the list aside and pressed her fingers to her temples.
“I hate going backwards,” she whined at the dashboard. But it’s not like whining ever changed Their mind. She revved the engine and sped off with the dignity of a go-cart, pressing the “Backwards” button on the steering wheel and waiting for the nausea to hit.
The rip in the time continuum wasn’t going to repair itself, after all.
I want to use steel pipe for the frame of a petrol-powered go-cart I plan to build, what thickness of steel should I use?
Also, what power tools can I use to cut this steel pipe?
Fought for what I believe in, just went south
Gutted me like a sheep and tore off my mouth
Entrails covering half the living room and kitchen
Leaving several bodies either dead or twitch’n
My mind frame must have been off the charts
Security guard found me at Wal-Mart in a shopp’n cart
Broken nose and a hand missing a few fingers
Barely stood up left my arm to forever linger
By time the ambulance got there it was too late
Took my coarse of action and choose my fate
It was 20 to something, the odds were stacked
Fight’n until I got whacked from the back
When I die hopefully the skies will cry for me
Wasn’t suicidal but I couldn’t let things be
Hopefully some family won’t forget who I was
Friends never forget me, but time surely does
When I die, remember my legacy
Carry if forward, do it for the family
Remember what I taught, never back down
Just remember this crazy arsonist clown
When they put me in my casket, people will cry
Some people will be sad that I had to die
Momma, I’m sorry I had to leave you and Jess
I know what I did was wrong, left a total mess
Trying to grow up and go study abroad
Lying in my casket grandma cursing a God
“Why did you take my little boy, why him”
“Oh lord why?” here face turning grim
People wishing my death got what they wanted
Now that I’m gone I hope their lives are haunted
I lived trying to leave something good behind
But it never took off, never crossed your mind
So be prepared because life moves to damn fast
One minute you driving, next your in a body cast
So better live life now, better say those prayers
Because when you die, someone might actually care
When I die, remember my legacy
Carry if forward, do it for the family
Remember what I taught, never back down
Just remember this crazy arsonist clown
You got to stand strong, fight for what you believe
Things won’t come to you, got to go out and retrieve
Work hard, pay taxes and then life ends quickly
So abruptly, if you make it pass 35, your damn lucky
Live and die, just here to repopulate human kind
Why should we even live, if no legacy is left behind
You better do something with this gift or be forgotten
Berried six feet deep, left life unfulfilled, your body rotten
When I die, remember my legacy
Carry if forward, do it for the family
Remember what I taught, never back down
Just remember this crazy arsonist clown
The Midwest Arsonist
I am moving into a new apartment and purchased all new furniture. The couches are microfiber in a mocha color with brown leather. I have a brown leather ottoman. The end tables are a brown/black wood color. And my entertainment and computer areas are both in Brown/black wood. I am trying to figure out what would be the best accent color to use for curtains, throw pillows, picture frames.
I do not want to use blue because my bedroom is going to be dusty blue walls with white and brown accents and maybe a few yellow or orange throw pillows.
Here is the links to my furniture if it will help:
Couches:
http://www.ashleyfurniture.com/Showroom/LargeProductImage.aspx?PageId=Showroom&SetDomTab=1&ItemNo=1760388
Ottoman:
http://www.raymourflanigan.com/catalog/details.asp?ID=8948
Entertainment unit: (not the exact unit but this color)
http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/S69843036
End Tables:
http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.asmartchoice.ca/images/LivingRoomImage/Occassional/Coffee-Cocktail/T671%2520Jasin/T671-13.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.asmartchoice.ca/Cart/CoffeeTables/T671.html&usg=__hH1GU9qig1_74xgqVB-lKjXFFwI=&h=2400&w=3198&sz=2293&hl=en&start=3&sig2=fH8__PfGypF9JLJG4osu3Q&um=1&tbnid=qrtFqFqsJmKS3M:&tbnh=113&tbnw=150&prev=/images%3Fq%3Djasin%2Btables%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1&ei=M68dSoCfFOOPmAfjtpGyBg
Thanks!
The floors are wood…I would say a medium color cause they are not really light but not dark either.
As for the pink idea that would be nice but I do share this place with my husband so it has to be something we could both live with.
To commemorate her 69th birthday on October 1, actress / vocalist, Julie
Andrews made a special appearance at Manhattan’s Radio City Music
Hall for the benefit of the AARP.
One of the musical numbers she performed was "My Favorite Things"
from the legendary movie "Sound Of Music".
Here are the lyrics she used:
Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting, Walkers and handrails
and new dental fittings, Bundles of magazines tied up in string, These
are a few of my favorite things.
Cadillacs and cataracts ,and hearing aids and glasses, Polident and
Fixodent and false teeth in glasses, Pacemakers, golf carts and
porches with swings, These are a few of my favorite things.
When the pipes leak,
When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favorite things, And then I don’t feel so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions, No spicy ho t food or
food cooked with onions, Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals
they bring, These are a few of my favorite things.
Back pains, confused brains, and no need for sinnin’, Thin bones and
fractures and hair that is thinnin’, And we won’t mention our short
shrunken frames, When we remember our favorite things.
When the joints ache,
When the hips break, the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I’ve had, And then I don’t feel so bad.
(Ms. Andrews received a standing ovation from the crowd that lasted over four minutes and repeated encores
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Here’s a brief synoposis of what happened…it about broke my heart because I loved her voice AND thought her to be in real life just as her movie characters were..loving, kind and gentle. I remember hearing an interview with her after her surgery and she said how much she prayed she could sing again. Later when she realized she couldn’t she said she had come to grips with it…it IS sad!
"Andrews was forced to quit a show towards the end of the Broadway run, when she developed vocal problems. She subsequently underwent surgery to remove non-cancerous nodules from her throat and was left unable to sing.[2] In 1999, Andrews filed a medical malpractice lawsuit against the doctors at New York’s Mount Sinai Hospital, including Stuart Kessler, who had operated on her throat. Originally, the doctors claimed that she should regain her voice within six weeks, but Andrews’ stepdaughter Jennifer Edwards has claimed that "it’s been two years, and it [her singing voice] still hasn’t return
The additional information is by sage seeker. Thank you!
I am ordering glasses online for the first time.
Go to the following site
http://zennioptical.com/cart/product.php?productid=1256&cat=21&page=1
I am not sure about the measurements. what do they mean?
Lens Width 50mm, Height 26mm, Bridge 17mm
Frame Width 130mm, Temple Arm Length 138mm
On my old glasses, there are some measurements on the side of frame like 48-18-130, but there are no measurements for lenses.
HOW CAN I GET MY MEASUREMENTS?