Quoted from bigguybbr:I’m brewing more recently. A friend of mine is learning, and all the questions and requests for advice have gotten me back into it, at least until I find another pin to restore.
I confess, I made the resolution to only/mostly drink the beer I brew.
2 cornys on tap now. 1 with cider other with an American pale ale.
2 in the fermenter. Pilsner and a brown ale.
2 more brew days before March. I should be good for a lil while
I confess yesterday when my hockey team lost during OT I kind of lost it. Worst part is that little OTTO got scared for a minute.. Bad human!
Quoted from swampfire:Someone sent in a subscription card to Playboy, under the name “Phuk Uded”. We got notices to pay, but the mags kept coming.
My first radio station was downtown, less than a block away from a notorious porn shop. It had everything you could think of from Playboy, etc. to fetish, to "I had no idea that human beings could do that to each other and who the hell thought of that?" type of material. There was a bar that was below the level of a dive between the porn emporium and the station that the airstaff would frequent, you'd have to walk past it to get to the bar. Come to think of it, there was also a Dunkin' Donuts and a Hardee's on the way to the bar. That part of downtown was really seedy then. But I digress. Often.
Legend had it that the DJ's would find the postage prepaid subscription cards that would fall out of all manner of, shall we say, specialty publications, on the ground near the smut supermarket. They'd take them back up to the station and fill them out with the names of the air talent on the opposing stations to the station's address in hopes that the target would be brought into the general manager's office for a talking to. Or something. Various aspects of radio were more fun back before a handful of companies owned everything.
The porn shop burned down in '91, a year before I started. It was an infamous and sadly, deadly fire. We had plenty of other ways to fuck with each other. The bar had good lunches, but you never wanted to go in there after 6pm. A coworker ran into GG Allin there when he was in town for a court date and landed an interview. The bar got torn down in the early '00's for redevelopment.
I confess, some of these posts i find really boring and meaningless. I think people post in here because they are bored.
Quoted from bicyclenut:I confess I spend most of my day pretending to work but am on Pinside ready threads and searching for pinball Mods/parts/games.
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Quoted from bicyclenut:I confess, some of these posts i find really boring and meaningless. I think people post in here because they are bored.
Irony 
Quoted from Dee-Bow:Irony
HAHA! I have done my job!
Quoted from punkin:Confess this thread is not as good as it was when Johnny was posting regularly in here. Dunno what happened, but come back Johnny.
I have been very busy for a while now. Not sure when I will have time to post like I used to.
I do still upvote every post here though.
Quoted from JohnnyPinball007:I have been very busy for a while now. Not sure when I will have time to post like I used to.
I do still upvote every post here though.
Maybe you could go back to the cool short posts and leave the epic ones till you have more time? Always enjoyed your commentary.
Quoted from Dee-Bow:Pinside is a better place with Johnny double oh seven hanging around! I confess I've confessed this confession in the past!
Thank You for the kind words.
Confess I wish I had more time to post here, and also in some other threads that I had also been posting in a lot.
When I have more time, I will again.
In the meantime, even if I'm not posting, I am still upvoting every post here, and a few other threads also.
Confess one time, and I think EJS seen it also, someone actually complained, and was asking moderators to do something about me upvoting every post in one thread that I was active in for a while.
Confess the main only time I will not upvote a post, is when a post is correcting someone's spelling. Unless it is funny, and not in a tone that is belittling.
Some people do not spell well, or maybe it is their phone or whatever, but no need to belittle anyone. I can usually figure out what they were trying to say.
I hope all of you have a great week!
Quoted from JohnnyPinball007: I hope all of you have a great week!
I actually sent the same quote earlier today.
Quoted from dirkdiggler:I actually sent the same quote earlier today.
HELL YEAH!
Stay positive as much as you can!
Way too much negative in the world, and negative gets old in a hurry.
Negative can be good though, if it is really funny.
I'm in a team of three for my Wednesday lawn Bowls and one of my teammates is in a chair.
We wanted to go to another club and have a game on a different surface (we have synthetic, this one is grass), so the other team member rang the other club yesti to see if they'd allow the chair.
The receptionist said, we do, but he has to bring his own wheelchair.
Like how else was he gunna fucking get there?
Quoted from dirkdiggler:Wet farts are the worst
Confess I know a thing, or #2 about that.
And they fool you more and more, the older you get.
Quoted from punkin:The receptionist said, we do, but he has to bring his own wheelchair.
Like how else was he gunna fucking get there?
Confess I see it all the time, and I have an aunt that also does this: at most they use a cane sometimes, never in a wheelchair, but when they go to the grocery store, they always use one of those complimentary wheelchairs.
Confess if my knees keep acting up, I will also be using those complimentary wheelchairs, even though I am not using them at home, yet.
So that is what they were probably thinking.
Quoted from JohnnyPinball007:Confess I wish LTG can remember some more funny stories and post them here. I really miss those!
Many years ago I was at a Baker Square restaurant with a friend. Waitress was one of these young bubbly things, aim to please. Obviously not hardened into dealing with the public yet.
She asked what I wanted. I said a piece of French silk pie please. She asked anything else ? I said yes, warm it up please. ( I was kidding ) she put it in the microwave and instantly black smoke rolled out of the microwave.
The manager came running and asked what she did. She told him, and pointed at me. He came over and was yelling at me. I played stupid. She asked what I wanted, I thought it would be neat warmed up, like cherry pie when I get that. I didn't know you couldn't warm some pies.
My friend Rich in the 1970's had his jaw operated on. Pulled in an inch to give him a better bite. So his jaw was wired shut. He'd bring a straw with and tried to order stuff he could suck through that.
The servers would usually ask what happened. He couldn't really talk. So I'd ad lib it for him. Drag racing a top fuel car and crashed, horrendous motorcycle wreck. Things like that.
Then the day we had a really pretty waitress. She asked him what happened. there sat there just beaming, waiting for my story about what great thing he survived. He was really hot for her.
So I said he mouthed off to the wrong person and got beat up really bad. That old lady really beat him up bad.
The waitress was shocked. Rich started gagging and coughing. Fortunately he regained his composure. He was afraid we'd have to take him to the emergency and get the wires for his jaw cut so he could cough crap up.
LTG : )
Quoted from LTG:Many years ago I was at a Baker Square restaurant with a friend. Waitress was one of these young bubbly things, aim to please. Obviously not hardened into dealing with the public yet.
She asked what I wanted. I said a piece of French silk pie please. She asked anything else ? I said yes, warm it up please. ( I was kidding ) she put it in the microwave and instantly black smoke rolled out of the microwave.
The manager came running and asked what she did. She told him, and pointed at me. He came over and was yelling at me. I played stupid. She asked what I wanted, I thought it would be neat warmed up, like cherry pie when I get that. I didn't know you couldn't warm some pies.
My friend Rich in the 1970's had his jaw operated on. Pulled in an inch to give him a better bite. So his jaw was wired shut. He'd bring a straw with and tried to order stuff he could suck through that.
The servers would usually ask what happened. He couldn't really talk. So I'd ad lib it for him. Drag racing a top fuel car and crashed, horrendous motorcycle wreck. Things like that.
Then the day we had a really pretty waitress. She asked him what happened. there sat there just beaming, waiting for my story about what great thing he survived. He was really hot for her.
So I said he mouthed off to the wrong person and got beat up really bad. That old lady really beat him up bad.
The waitress was shocked. Rich started gagging and coughing. Fortunately he regained his composure. He was afraid we'd have to take him to the emergency and get the wires for his jaw cut so he could cough crap up.
LTG : )
THANK YOU! 
Quoted from LTG:Many years ago I was at a Baker Square restaurant with a friend
Recently (months ago) I learned that Baker Square was the supplier of pies for Famous Dave’s. At that moment I also learned Famous Dave’s had pies.
It was because I read that the baker square had closed their highland Park location now leaving 1 location left in the twin cities, Coon Rapids I think. I’ll have to make a point to get up there which probably won’t happen anytime soon.
Last time I was at the highland park location an employee backed into the side of my coworkers truck. She felt terrible. We didn’t mention that they were company owned and didn’t really care other than he was stuck with a messed up bumper and panel for a year. It was so minor wasn’t worth getting fixed.
If the location in crapids closes then it’s off to Mankato….then Des Moines.
Quoted from JohnnyPinball007:Confess I wish LTG can remember some more funny stories and post them here.
Every story helps. Looks like my guess for 50,000 might move from tomorrow to mid week next week.
Quoted from LTG:Many years ago I was at a Baker Square restaurant with a friend. Waitress was one of these young bubbly things, aim to please. Obviously not hardened into dealing with the public yet.
She asked what I wanted. I said a piece of French silk pie please. She asked anything else ? I said yes, warm it up please. ( I was kidding ) she put it in the microwave and instantly black smoke rolled out of the microwave.
The manager came running and asked what she did. She told him, and pointed at me. He came over and was yelling at me. I played stupid. She asked what I wanted, I thought it would be neat warmed up, like cherry pie when I get that. I didn't know you couldn't warm some pies.
My friend Rich in the 1970's had his jaw operated on. Pulled in an inch to give him a better bite. So his jaw was wired shut. He'd bring a straw with and tried to order stuff he could suck through that.
The servers would usually ask what happened. He couldn't really talk. So I'd ad lib it for him. Drag racing a top fuel car and crashed, horrendous motorcycle wreck. Things like that.
Then the day we had a really pretty waitress. She asked him what happened. there sat there just beaming, waiting for my story about what great thing he survived. He was really hot for her.
So I said he mouthed off to the wrong person and got beat up really bad. That old lady really beat him up bad.
The waitress was shocked. Rich started gagging and coughing. Fortunately he regained his composure. He was afraid we'd have to take him to the emergency and get the wires for his jaw cut so he could cough crap up.
LTG : )
Reminds me a bit of a story from years ago. I’m at a local pub with a good friend and one of his old room mates I didn’t know so well. This guy is huge, at least 6’6” 425lbs. We’re having a few, and the big guy gets up to hit the head. As he walks away, a girl comes up to our table and asks “Was that Jack Scuderi?”. Turns out she went to school with him, and he used to have a crush on her. I tend to get a bit mouthy after a few drinks, so when she asks what he’s been up to, I answer “You haven’t heard about Jack Scuderi? The sit up champion of the world? He travels the world entering sit up competitions from Sweden to Siberia. You should ask to see his abs. They’re real big.”
So my friend and I are having a laugh when he trundles back to table and catches who we’re talking to and he seemingly lights up. Without missing a beat, she says “Hey Jack. So I hear you are the sit up champion of the world now”. He didn’t find it as funny as the rest of us. He still avoids me like the plague to this day.
I was union delegate for 400 outdoor and two hundred indoor workers. A young guy who worked in my team outside said he was interested in going second for me.
I took him along to some meetings to get some experience, we get to this one big consultative committee meeting, there's managers, office girls, outdoor gangers ect.
I introduced him to everyone there, 'Hi All this is my friend Gavina, he'll be attending.'
He went all red and said, ' My name is Kyle.'
punkin's union story reminded me of when I was about 3 years old. My mother dragged me to a Teamsters union meeting. I was standing on my chair looking around and I asked my mother, "why are there so many bald headed men here".
The place erupted in laughter.
LTG : )
Confess I made a long post in a recent ham radio thread. Basically it was me and another pinsider getting a bad first impression from a guy who was big into the hobby. Here it is:
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You reminded me of my first experience with a skilled/ professional operator. He had several computers linked up to a radio, antenna hooked up to 2 car batteries and was maybe 2 stories high. Guy lived in the country where 5 houses would be seen at a dead end. He had built a few radios himself from scratch. I figured this would be the perfect guy to learn from. I think he was pretty well known in the region but whatever.
One of my good/close friends knew this guy from when in college who was into radios and kept very distant contact (via e mail) over the following decades. Even this friend of mine had observed in "field day" with this operator a couple times years back. He told me the gathering usually drew about 15-20 people who brought their radios. So this friend of mine got me and pinballplusMN an invite to field day 2022 at this operators house knowing that neither of us knew anything and we were thinking about getting into radios and we had questions.
(For those who don't know. Field day is a 1 day event either national or worldwide where everyone gets their radios out and sees how many people they can talk to in that day. Think of it like Pinball Expo for radios and everyone participates from wherever they want)
This operator had traditionally done it around a 3-4 hour event of his own and made it somewhat of a BBQ...Say 2pm-6pm I don't remember. So I drove us to his house right at 2 because I wanted to be early and introduce myself before things got nuts and ask questions while not being in the way. I had already done some of my own homework so I could get a basic understanding of the terminology so I wouldn't look like a complete dumbass. I bought an exam book and read through it.
As we pull up he's sitting there in a lawn chair at the edge of his garage with his equipment pointing outward with his antenna outside etc. Couple more people there also sitting in lawn chairs. I pull up right by the stall and roll down the window and smile and pop my head out and ask where we should park. He says "right along there is fine" which he points along his gravel driveway towards the side of his property. So I figured I'd pull off quite a ways to keep the area clear for more people to arrive since it sounded like 15-20 people were coming. He immediately yells "well NOT on my lawn would be nice". Keep in mind it's the country and I can barely tell where the driveway transitions to his lawn. So we look at each other and sigh. A part of us already has our minds changed about being there.
So we introduce ourselves and introduce a 6 pack of beer and some light snacks. He says nobody drinks and he already has plenty of snacks inside.
Turns out the rest of the people there are his neighbors. Super nice guys actually!
So we sit around "nice weather today" Blah Blah Blah. Then it's...yeah so we are thinking of getting into radios. He's like....what do you want to know?
I ask what would be a good radio for a beginner. He immediately goes from 0-100 rattling off technical jargon intermixing it with model numbers. I can actually keep up with him a little due to my research I did on my own. But barely.
Then his neighbors start giving him a hard time and say things like "so which one should he buy" and "what does that mean" and "in English please".
That goes on for about 30 more minutes. Now it's time for BBQ. There goes another 45 minutes. This part was nice. Got to talk with his neighbors who were retired military and shared stories etc. One of the neighbors goes home, then another, and the other. Now it's just us two and the operator. So to break the awkwardness I'm asking to get a tour of the radios he built years ago and thought that would be fun to see.
Nope. The two he built were the size of my palm. Had two dials and about 10 components. Basically electronics and soldering 101. Then I asked to see his ham shack which was a small office in his basement. Oh fine...he says. So he holds the door open and it's just a couple more radios. Just something basic. Then he whisks his hands at us like GTFO of my space.
Now I'm thinking let's go back out to the garage and see what's going on with the radios, maybe we can get a demonstration or learn something. Not really. As he sit's down he clasps his hands together and says "well, anything else??"
Me....no no this was great thanks for the opportunity and the delicious food it was nice meeting you and we'll say hi to our mutual friend for you.
Him: okay sounds good. Then he wheels up to his computer and would seem like he's unpausing an intense experience or something like that.
At this point we are walking back to my truck and now realizing....wait, weren't there supposed to be 15 to 20 more cars coming? It didn't take us long to put that part of the puzzle together.
Normally I wouldn't have put up with any of that shit but since we were invited upon request and actually got some good BBQ and desperate to learn about something new I was a little more lenient. Turns out we learned jack shit and amongst a dead end road of nice people we found there's an asshole that lives amongst them.
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TLDR: Got an invite to field day at a guys open house whose a Ham expert with POS attitude knowing we were coming to learn. Expected a big turnout but we were the only ones who showed up for the radios. His neighbors showed up just for the food.
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HOWEVER...fast forward a few months into last September. Nice Sunday evening stop by a small cigar bar. Bought a few and sat outside to smoke one. Noticed only one other car in the lot than mine. Had a vanity plate which appeared to be a ham call sign. I ran back in and asked the shop keeper if that was his vehicle. He said yes and that he wasn't into radios much anymore as the hobby is dying off and the rest of the people are assholes.
I'm like...YOU DON'T SAY.
So I told him I'm just looking for a basic setup and don't want to get into it too seriously.
He opens his laptop and asks for my e mail. He say's he's sending me some links to a couple of great YouTubers that are into radios and included specific video links for noobs. He also sent me some links for beginner, intermediate and expert level radios. He also sent me links on where I could study for the exam and other great links for resources and graphs and charts. At the end he gave me his number and to call him if I had any questions.
Now that information didn't come from a ham radio guy....that came from a cigar guy.
(I didn't proofread any of this)
I'm super jealous of your guys legs. There's no suppliers in Canada who stock legs and shipping is brutal. Both the games I picked up today need new legs but I'm not paying close to $200 for a set of legs after shipping. Spray paint unfortunately, here we come...
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Once I got myself a Tormek I've never looked back. Excellent swedish engineering.
Chris Stapletons version of the National Anthem at the Super Bowl was freaking awesome. Top 5 all time version imo
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