Goes a long way toward explaining why I don’t go to theaters anymore.
It also explains the declining theater attendance despite population growth.
Goes a long way toward explaining why I don’t go to theaters anymore.
It also explains the declining theater attendance despite population growth.
Gambling at casinos often leads to financial losses, with the house consistently maintaining a statistical advantage that makes long-term winning extremely unlikely for most players.
The house always maintains an unassailable advantage, ensuring that gambling establishments consistently generate substantial profits and rarely face financial ruin.
When a casino fails financially, it typically stems from a significant decline in customer patronage and reduced gambling revenue.
By collectively refusing to patronize gambling establishments, we can effectively dismantle their economic foundation. When individuals choose to abstain from casino entertainment, these businesses will inevitably lose their financial viability and gradually disappear from our communities.
On the other hand, when people continue to gamble, it will no longer be a gamble at all. The casinos will continue to be the winners, and those who patronize them will continue to be the losers.
As certain as dawn’s first light breaking across the horizon, this truth stands unwavering.
Well, I guess there is one other beneficiary. No matter who wins, the tax collector will get part of it.
The concept captivates me with its boundless potential. The versatility and creativity inherent in this idea are truly inspiring. My enthusiasm stems from insights shared by knowledgeable sources who have illuminated the numerous exciting possibilities.
I’m considering purchasing one, as the initial cost seems quite reasonable. It reminds me of the printer industry’s business model, where manufacturers offer devices at low prices, knowing consumers will repeatedly buy high-margin replacement cartridges. This strategy allows companies to generate significant revenue through ongoing consumable sales.
I’m curious about the composition of 3D printing ink and its pricing, but I haven’t researched the specifics yet. I wonder what materials are typically used to create this specialized printing medium.
I’m confident we can find a cost-effective solution. With the volume of printing I anticipate, I expect to secure competitive wholesale pricing that will significantly reduce my expenses.
The possibilities of 3D printing are vast and intriguing, with numerous potential applications spanning various fields and creative endeavors. From intricate artistic sculptures to functional prototypes, the technology offers an expansive range of potential objects that can be fabricated. Beyond small decorative figurines and specialized components, 3D printing enables the creation of complex mechanical parts, customized medical devices, architectural models, educational tools, and innovative design prototypes across multiple industries. The versatility of this technology continues to expand, presenting exciting opportunities for makers, designers, engineers, and hobbyists to transform digital concepts into tangible, three-dimensional objects with remarkable precision and creativity.
Now, let’s see. Just what can I make my fortune by printing? Does anyone have a suggestion or two?
During our evening out, a compassionate stranger noticed my wife’s mobility challenges and selflessly offered her the use of his wheelchair. His unexpected kindness not only facilitated our journey to the restaurant but also restored our faith in human generosity. While I wish to publicly acknowledge his remarkable act of empathy, I will honor his privacy.
Despite its initial promise as a potential remedy, the solution soon revealed an overwhelming challenge that seemed impossible to overcome.
After struggling for five minutes to maneuver the chair into the trunk of my Nissan electric vehicle, I realized it was a futile effort. Frustration mounting, I contemplated calling the helpful gentleman who had originally offered the chair, admitting defeat.
The crushing letdown defied comprehension, a depth of frustration that words could scarcely capture. In that moment of despair, a spark of inspiration ignited—a concept so ingenious it promised to transform everything.
I had more than ample space for the chair and more with the back seat folded flat.
The reason I ask that is it is how long it took me to buy a stamp.
I no longer do much business with the USPS. I have little reason to. Well, I was somewhat compelled to use their services. It was either get the stamp and let Medicare pay the bill or not get the stamp and pay a thousand-dollar bill myself.
I will not keep you in suspense. I did get the stamp and I did mail the letter, eventually.
In the past, purchasing stamps was a swift and straightforward process: you could enter a post office, approach a vending machine, and quickly obtain your stamps, typically within a minute or two, even with mobility challenges.
I anticipated this outcome, but the lack of vending machines surprised me. A single, multipurpose machine handling everything from letters to packages stood before me, with a line of five people waiting to use it.
The crowded service counter buzzed with tension, four employees working amid a serpentine queue of six impatient customers. I stood at the threshold, recognizing instantly that any choice I made would lead to an unsatisfactory outcome.
As I waited in line for the machine, I couldn’t help but notice the adjacent queue seemed to inch forward slightly quicker. Torn between impatience and commitment, I weighed my options: abandon my current spot after investing ten minutes or maintain my position with stubborn determination.
I stood there, staring at the complex contraption before me, its cryptic instructions mocking my attempts to understand its operation. In that moment, I realized my odds of successfully navigating this machine were slimmer than my chances of becoming the next lunar explorer.
I gazed at the postal queue, contemplating whether personally delivering the document would be more efficient. The line had dwindled to three customers, with an equal number of postal workers behind the counter. At least the self-service machine stood mercifully unoccupied.
The line dwindled until only I remained, with two clerks still stationed behind the counter. A growing unease settled over me as the possibility of leaving unstamped became increasingly likely, my anxiety mounting with each passing moment.
I stood at the counter, patience wearing thin as the line crawled forward. Two employees worked behind the register, but the crowd seemed to move at a glacial pace. A glimmer of hope sparked when one customer departed, only to be extinguished as a staff member simultaneously vanished from view. Sensing my mounting frustration, a nearby worker offered a placating smile and assured me someone would assist me momentarily. I couldn’t help but sardonically wonder about the legal implications of such a vague promise, knowing full well that her casual reassurance carried no binding weight.
Then, as I said before, I did get my stamp and it was mailed. Next time, I will bring my tent and camping equipment. I suggest you do the same.
Every now and then, public TV comes up with a really good series. I am sure it’s by accident. I’m convinced it can’t be intentional. I really enjoyed the one a decade or so ago where they went around searching for unexploded bombs during World War II. It wasn’t just entertaining but eye-opening as well.
Doyle’s War, a riveting television series, captivates audiences with its intricate portrayal of a British detective’s tumultuous journey through the harrowing landscape of wartime Britain. The show’s narrative prowess lies in its ability to seamlessly blend historical authenticity with gripping storytelling, presenting viewers with a labyrinthine plot that unfolds with breathtaking unpredictability. Each episode is a masterclass in suspense, meticulously crafted to challenge viewers’ expectations and immerse them in the raw, unfiltered reality of a nation besieged by conflict, where every scene pulses with tension and unresolved mysteries.
“Death in Paradise” has grown on me unexpectedly. Initially, I found the theme music grating and the characters somewhat unconvincing. However, over time, the show’s unique charm has won me over. The quirky musical intro, once irritating, now feels like a delightful prelude to each episode. The characters, who initially seemed contrived, have developed a surprising depth and authenticity. I now not only enjoy the series but have even found myself re-watching episodes, drawn in by both the engaging storylines and the now-endearing musical theme.
How-some-ever, even with the allure of a tropical paradise, I would hesitate to reside in a location with such a high incidence of violent crime. Living there would be reminiscent of being an acquaintance of Jessica Fletcher, the fictional mystery novelist known for encountering numerous murders in her vicinity.
I had no choice. My old phone was turning off at irregular times. Worse, people kept sending me messages on it and flip phones are not good for receiving messages. They are even worse for sending them.
So I finally shelled at the money for an I-Phone. I really have no idea why. I rarely use a phone. Both my sons told me I should get the Apple phone because it is so much easier. So I finally went down and paid almost 700 for the fourteen.
I guess it is a better phone but not worth that much for the phone itself. However, I did find one thing on it I have been looking for the the last 35 years. It has an electronic magnifier that allows me to read the fine print, you know the kind that a magnifying glass isn’t enough. Moreover, the engineers messed up. It is easy to use.
Perhaps the thing is more useful as a camera than as a phone.
There is one problem that I have yet to deal with though. Getting photos between the phone and the computer. I do have a couple of ideas yet, but neither is better than just connecting the phone to the PC via USB. Also I have not figured out how to print from the phone. That might mean moving the photos from the phone to the PC, which I can’t do. Universal? I now have 4 different USB cables and there is nothing universal about them.
If the third “bridge” is a tunnel, then it would not be three bridges. Don’t know why I didn’t think of that.
Also, with them making all those mistakes in Memphis; with all those folks moving south, it really would be better to put the tunnel through to Desoto County. I mean, even now, Desoto County is growing leaps and bounds and Memphis is losing people, substantially. It only makes sense to build the bridge/tunnel south of the state line.
I don’t know. They are talking about it again. Maybe. I have no doubt it will happen sometime. Six lanes will not be enough, especially if there is an obstruction.
On the other hand they could go to a tunnel, which is what I would be in favor of. Though I’m not sure, it would likely take less time. One thing for sure. The problem with ice and snow would be drastically reduced.
Besides all this, it would mean less targets for the barges to hit. Seems all supports will eventually be hit. Kind of inevitable.
I would hope they put it in south of where the old bridge is now by at least a couple of miles. It does seem logical, which of course means they will put it between the 55 and 40 bridge to increase the congestion.
I really don’t know why I am writing this. The chances of those engineers listening to the likes of me really aren’t very high. I really have no idea why they won’t listen to me. My ideas are really so much better than theirs. I suspect that the tunnel would be less expensive and faster too.
They keep blaming the measles outbreak on a lack of vaccination. To some degree, I will readily admit that some, maybe most of the cases come from children who come from north of the border.
However, they seem to be defiantly ignoring those coming from south of the border. This likely includes many other diseases as well, likely including TB & AIDS.
It’s time the officials take the blinders off and they need to look south for the source at least some of the problem.
After all, no one has been doing any screening as they did those coming in through NY,NY.