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He sucked.

 

It's the Cousin Oliver affect...

 

You were pretty young when that movie came out. So I can see a kid liking him. I was 31. So no go for me

 

What was the point of Jar Jar Binks?

 

Story goes:

Lucas was smokin' a fat one with some friends one night and said...."fellas, I've got a great idea".

 

All I remember about Jar Jar is that he was so obnoxious he got disowned by his own people, and he was dumb enough to get his tongue zapped by a pod racer engine...

 

One of the reasons I don't like going to church is because I have to wear nice clothes...



As a general rule of thumb, I think clothing is more uncomfortable the dressier it gets...

 

Since I'm sitting in Christmas Eve service with my parents and grandmother right now, as I type this, I figured this would be a good time to discuss my love/hate relationship with church...

I am not going to lie. I am not religious at all! I accept and respect all religions, but while I identify as Christian, I don't have a set denomination. My parents brought me primarily to baptist and Methodist churches over when I was growing up. My dad was raised Catholic, but I have not been to many Catholic services. The only time I've ever been to Catholic Churches for any kind of service is for two weddings (2006 and 2016, respectively), and a funeral (2017). In 1997, when we lived in California, my dad also brought me with him when he went to confession at a Catholic Church.

I was baptized at a congregational church, in 1990 at the age of one year old. I never got communion or confirmation. My favorite service has always been the Christmas Eve service. The first time I can recall going to a Christmas Eve service is in 1996 when we were visiting my late grandmother in Connecticut (my mom's mom, born June 1926 and died January 2015).

 

@Iamraiderpower
@Plain Jane Taco

I first started going to church with my dad in 1996-1997, at the on-base chapel, called simply "Moffett Chapel." Obviously, this was when we lived California the second time.

It was within walking distance of the second government-owned house we lived in, too.

My aunt and uncle (same one who owns the '71 VW Bus and the '77 VW Westfalia) were quite active in their church back then. My aunt sang in the choir and played the piano. My cousin at one point taught Sunday school. They even paid for the minister's plane ticket to Hawaii in 2009 so he could marry my cousin and her husband.

We moved to Virginia Beach in 1998. My mom and I went to this one church that our next-door neighbor recommended, and I enjoyed my Sunday school class, but my mom says wasn't too fond of that church because the preaching was rather homophobic. We alternated between a Methodist church, and the church on neither the Norfolk or Oceana Navy base.

When we lived in Oak Harbor, we went to the on-base church at NAS Whidbey Island. They didn't have Sunday school for me there, and my parents always made me go even when I didn't want to, so from 2000-2002 I developed quite a bit of disdain for church.

Up until 2003 or 2004, I primarily went to Sunday school and very rarely attended church service. I actually enjoyed Sunday school, but I always found church services to be rather boring. In 2003-2004, my primary reason for going to Sunday school was this girl from Ghana who I went to high school with. Her name was Gertrude, she was the daughter of a Ghanaian diplomat, and she was absolutely stunning in my opinion. On top of that, she was very kind and highly intelligent. I still chat with her on Facebook from time to time, and she's still the same sweetheart I remember from 8th grade to 10th grade!

After attending this year's Christmas Eve service, I've come to the conclusion that I may have in fact matured quite a bit. Certain parts of the service tend to drag on and are rather boring, but one thing I do like about church (at least the ones I've been to) is the kind and loving atmosphere. I've never gone to church because I am not particularly religious. I go because people there are friendly. Church, for me, is about spending time with family and friends!

 

@Plain Jane Taco

 

@Plain Jane Taco

My favorite things about Star Wars:

1. The Millennium Falcon (The larger, intergalactic spacecraft equivalent of an old Tacoma that just won't die)
2. R2-D2 (Who doesn't love R2?)
3. Han Solo (Reminds me a lot of myself, even though the character doesn't have AS)
4. The original Princess Leia (Really more of a crush than a favorite thing)
5. Luke's Landspeeder (Could be compared to an old Toyota truck in many ways as well, just like the Falcon)

 

@Plain Jane Taco

 

Remember this post? Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's Boba Fett standing net to Chewie in front that disabled Tundra, is it not...? Rather odd (and inaccurate) combination in my opinion...

 

Not sure if it's disabled or not. Could just be checking out the hyper drive

 

I appears Orion P3 did carry nuclear depth charges. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuclear_depth_bomb
Article says they were withdrawn about 1990.
I checked more they were torpedoes, I thought the plane might have trouble getting away if they dropped straight down.

 

@Plain Jane Taco
@Iamraiderpower
@LocoLocal

I have shared this story in its own thread on TW before, but this was before people were really following my stories.

This happened sometime in September 2014 if I remember correctly. I was sitting at my desk, on my laptop, in my room, and I was waiting for an important phone call (from who or what, I don't remember). My iPhone started ringing, and the caller ID showed an area code that was at least semi-local (I think it was 610). I picked up the phone and responded with the usual "Hello?" A woman responded with "Is this Charlie so-and-so?" I don't remember if she called me Charlie or Charles, but she did know my last name. I say "Yes it is." She then says she is so-and-so from "UHAUL whatever services." I don't know if she was actually from UHAUL or some collection agency. A bit confused, I listen to her. She says that they want their truck back (I'm pretty sure it was a truck; unsure what type of truck). She went on to say that the truck was rented from a facility that was not only down by the city (Philadelphia, for those of you just tuning in who are wondering where I'm from), but in a different county and at least an hour away from where I lived!

I politely told this woman that I didn't know what she was talking about, and she continued to aggressively push me for information. At this point, I became a bit less patient. The second time around, I'm pretty sure I said that I didn't know what the HELL she was talking about. I told her I was looking out the window at my driveway and there were no UHAUL vehicles in it. I also told her that my dad had rented a UHAUL in Virginia the previous month that that he'd returned, but that I'd never rented a UHAUL in my life. I finished by asking a rhetorical question; Why the hell would I rent a UHAUL from a location over an hour away from my house when there were like three places, all no more than fifteen minutes away? That got her, and she apologized. I said goodbye, hung up, and promptly blocked the number...

I'd also like to point out that I did not have a credit card in my name at the time of this debacle. Last time I checked you needed a major credit card to rent a goddamn UHAUL. I also know for a fact that they keep a copy of the renter's driver's license as well as the license of everyone who will be driving the vehicle. My full name is fairly unique, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only person in my area with that specific first/middle/last combination. It still stumps me to this day how in 2014, UHAUL resorted to calling every Charles so-and-so in the Philly suburbs trying to find a fucking truck!

FROM THE WIKIPEDIA PAGE ABOUT THE COMPANY: All trucks owned by the U-Haul corporation (including those assigned and decaled for use in Canada) display apportioned Arizona license plates that do not expire. Newer trailers in the U-Haul fleet have apportioned plates, registered in a variety of states. In the Alaska and Hawaii markets, U-Haul registers equipment locally because those states do not have apportioned vehicle registration systems.

This being said, anything with an Arizona plate is going to stick out in my neck of the woods. Everything, including the VIN number, title number, license plate number, and all sorts of other shit is electronically logged in a nationwide database. If the truck had been missing for several days, they should have reported the damn thing stolen. If it had only been missing a day or two, than maybe there were extenuating circumstances out of the renter's control. Whether they'd stolen it, crashed it, or it had been stolen from them, I'm surprised UHAUL didn't have measures in place beyond calling every one in the area matching the name of the renter...

Hell, a UHAUL truck is probably one of the hardest vehicles to hide or get rid of! I doubt any chop shop would take it for fear of attracting too much attention. A pickup truck, a smaller cargo van, and/or a trailer could probably be hidden in the typical residential garage without much trouble, or even hidden under a cover/tarp. The larger box trucks would be virtually impossible to hide!

Like I said, no vehicle rental company should have to resort to calling every person matching the name of the renter in the area to locate a missing truck!

 

I got a similar call to that from an insurance company stating that I crashed into one of their insured's vehicles and now owed them $4000. I didn't bite. It was either a scam, or something similar to what you described - the insurance company was just searching for anyone with a similar name or social to what was given to them as the at fault individual for the crash. Anyways...

Merry Christmas, Charlie! Hope church and those dressy clothes weren't too awful.

 

Thanks! Merry Christmas to you too!

Was it an actual person calling, or one of those "Rachel from card services" robocalls?

Actually, the dressy clothes weren't so much uncomfortable as they were just plain hot. I put the finishing touches on decorating our Christmas tree when we got home. My house has gas heat and we keep the thermostats for both the upstairs and downstairs units at 66-68°F. I didn't last more than a half hour before I ran upstairs and put on a T-shirt and some gym shorts!