I guess I could say the same. "It ain't NYC or Pittsburgh."It ain't Montreal.
I think there should be a national cagematch set up for all the retarded Cowboy's fans to fight all the retarded Eagles' fans. Fight to the death and then we shoot the last standing idiot. Everybody wins. The rivalry gets settled.City/Town?
Not a whole lot, it's a bit backwoods and the cops are like spiders in a bush ready to pounce you for going 2mph over the speed limit but it's not bad. My state however? Two words: Dallas Cowboys.
You can always take up your state past time of corn husking.Nothing to do late at night.
I think there should be a national cagematch set up for all the retarded Cowboy's fans to fight all the retarded Eagles' fans. Fight to the death and then we shoot the last standing idiot. Everybody wins. The rivalry gets settled.City/Town?
Not a whole lot, it's a bit backwoods and the cops are like spiders in a bush ready to pounce you for going 2mph over the speed limit but it's not bad. My state however? Two words: Dallas Cowboys.
You can always take up your state past time of corn husking.[/QUOTE]Nothing to do late at night.
And before you can get there Neil Patrick Harris steals your fucking car!Charleston is a corn field crater filled with meth-addled rednecks, up-their-ass college kids and the closest White Castle is 45 minutes away.
The pretty ladies hanging 'round on the corner.What about your city/town sucks?
And before you can get there Neil Patrick Harris steals your fucking car![/QUOTE]Charleston is a corn field crater filled with meth-addled rednecks, up-their-ass college kids and the closest White Castle is 45 minutes away.
Welcome to Philadelphia! Where you get a dirty look at McDonalds because you walked in the door to order food.Woo boy. A lot. (Sorry CajunGal)
1. NOTHING to do. I couldn't figure out what all these people in this reasonably large town did for fun at first. Then I realized they all hang out with family. Family this, family that. If you're not from here, there's nothing to do. There are like 5 last names in this town, and they're like exclusive little clubs. Sure, there's Mardi Gras and the Cajun culture stuff, but you burn through that fairly quickly. I had a friend here from Scotland who eventually quit his job and moved back. He described Lafayette as "one giant suburb". An excellent description, leading to...
2. NO NATURE. I'm an outdoorsy kind of guy. Due to the small amount of livable land in south louisiana, you can get pretty far out of town, and the houses are still close together. They have these weird narrow lots that have some decent amount of land to them, but because there's one major road through an area, they're long and thin lots. YOu could own 2 acres, but still be butted up on both sides, with a really long backyard.
3. OCEAN TEASE. The ocean is technically only about 22 miles away. I know this because I've measured it on a map. You can't drive there though, because it's all delta mud (see number 2). No, to get to the ocean, you have to drive at least an hour away. To get to a decent beach, expect to drive 3-4 hours.
4. NO PRIDE IN WORK. This is actually an epidemic in this country as a whole. But this city must be patient zero. They have it bad. At first, I thought I was just getting bad people, but it's gone beyond coincidence. Store clerks, waiters, nurses...they all can't be bothered to do their jobs. If you push them, you get an audible sigh, and then they move like they're encased in cold maple syrup.
5. CRAPPY CITY PLANNING (NO ZONING, NO ROADWORK). I have never seen a place so poorly zoned. There are HOUSES in the middle of Girard Park--a big park near this campus. At first I thought they were maintenance buildings, but no--they're houses. There are houses intermingled on the main business corridor. The roads, even the ones in the fancy neighborhoods, haven't been paved in years. When we asked visiting congressmen about it, they gave some well-rehearsed speech about the geology of the are to me--a geology professor. While partly true, it's also clear the roads haven't been resurfaced in many areas since they were built. Oh and about the fancy neighborhoods:
6. UNCOMFORTABLE DICHOTOMY OF WEALTH. Despite all of this, there are a LOT of rich people living here. There are neighborhoods full of mansions. Why? This is the heart of gulf oil country. Unfortunately, there are also a lot of poor people living here. But thanks to the top heaviness, everything costs a lot here. Real estate is almost as much as it was in Boston. But then I get paid according to state rates, which are averaged over the whole state.
Anyway, that's a short list of what I don't like about this town.
Well the alcohol flows freely in Louisiana. You can buy just about anything in a grocery store. You can even buy daiquiris drive-thru (straw and all). After all, DUI (or DWI for you texans and new yorkers) is the state sport.I um... like it here. Nothing sucks all that much till you get to the suburbs ruled by Palin-ites. :noidea:
EDIT: Not being able to buy beer and wine in the same store kind of sucks.
oh dear godI just want to thank you all for making me feel better about where I live. Being in Michigan, that's really saying something.
My mom used to say she loved the smell of cows. I always told her I was uncomfortable with the way she would smell the dairy air.Oh yeah. Speaking of smells, it stinks like a giant asshole hereabouts in the summer. Farmer-types spreading shit on the fields and whatnot. It's especially bad on our street because of the fields behind the house. And of course there's always the cows nearby.
I live just shy of the NWT border. Whereabouts are you?I love where I live. It's a great city, especially compared to the small and dying town I grew up in.
The major flaw is the location, roughly 400km south of the polar circle (I'm north of North Ranger lol). While the weather is mild because we're close to the coast, the winters are stupidly long here.
I live just shy of the NWT border. Whereabouts are you?[/QUOTE]I love where I live. It's a great city, especially compared to the small and dying town I grew up in.
The major flaw is the location, roughly 400km south of the polar circle (I'm north of North Ranger lol). While the weather is mild because we're close to the coast, the winters are stupidly long here.
I actually love this about my city. Downtown is a pain in the ass to drive through, but it has that "unplanned" character to it.It's roads and general city lay out have not been updated for the automobile.
Well the alcohol flows freely in Louisiana. You can buy just about anything in a grocery store. You can even buy daiquiris drive-thru (straw and all). After all, DUI (or DWI for you texans and new yorkers) is the state sport.[/QUOTE]I um... like it here. Nothing sucks all that much till you get to the suburbs ruled by Palin-ites. :noidea:
EDIT: Not being able to buy beer and wine in the same store kind of sucks.
Well the alcohol flows freely in Louisiana. You can buy just about anything in a grocery store. You can even buy daiquiris drive-thru (straw and all). After all, DUI (or DWI for you texans and new yorkers) is the state sport.[/QUOTE]I um... like it here. Nothing sucks all that much till you get to the suburbs ruled by Palin-ites. :noidea:
EDIT: Not being able to buy beer and wine in the same store kind of sucks.
Well, you can buy beer that's over 6% at a liquor store (though it's almost never cold), so my original bitch wasn't completely accurate.What? So a liquor store can't sell beer? That's....fucking weird to me. Though, I guess the Canadian method of nothing alcoholic can be sold anywhere but a liquor store is probably just as fucked to Americans.
Well, I thought it was weird as all hell finding beer in a Wal*Mart in North Carolina when I was down there.What? So a liquor store can't sell beer? That's....fucking weird to me. Though, I guess the Canadian method of nothing alcoholic can be sold anywhere but a liquor store is probably just as fucked to Americans.
Sometimes I wonder if we are in the same town.- Fire Ants
- High Humidity
- Lots of restaurants that fail, change ownership, radically change recipes, etc. Sometimes it feels hard to find a non-chain restaurant to frequent because the local places are in a constant state of flux.
- Long travel time to get anywhere. (15 minutes to the nearest grocery store, 30 minutes to a movie theater, etc.)
That's what I'm saying.The Metropolitain. Heck, all the damn highways. It's pathetic.
Other than that, my city fucken rocks...
I don't recall any laws for that. Looks like you got bamboozled.Oh yeah. Ontario's the same. Every place that serves booze has to serve food, too. But this works out fine.
What really annoyed me about Montreal is that there are places that serve booze where you must order food.
Online, telling people they take too long in combat and that they should have their actions planned out ahead of time?you know where I'll be!
I would not be able to deal. For example, the girl who I've been dating ... I met her through a random conversation on the bus. She was a complete stranger to me when we got on the vehcile, and now a dozen plus months later I'm spending obscene amounts of money to take her fancy places.... assholes don't have a fucking clue that people on the subway don't like being randomly talked to ...
I would not be able to deal. For example, the girl who I've been dating ... I met her through a random conversation on the bus. She was a complete stranger to me when we got on the vehcile, and now a dozen plus months later I'm spending obscene amounts of money to take her fancy places.[/QUOTE]... assholes don't have a fucking clue that people on the subway don't like being randomly talked to ...
I would not be able to deal. For example, the girl who I've been dating ... I met her through a random conversation on the bus. She was a complete stranger to me when we got on the vehcile, and now a dozen plus months later I'm spending obscene amounts of money to take her fancy places.[/QUOTE]... assholes don't have a fucking clue that people on the subway don't like being randomly talked to ...
But ... banjos are awesome!I live in Dixie County.
DIXIE COUNTY.
I can hear the banjos from here...
I gotta get outta here.Except for New Jersey politicians.
I think the highest speed limit in my state is 65.For as big a city as Atlanta is, there is NOTHING here that really interests me. Also, the speed limits are stupid low (55-60mph, really) and getting anywhere is a huge pain with the 20276526 freeways/access roads/interstates that cross in/near the city.
Half of which are named Peachtree.the 20276526 freeways/access roads/interstates that cross in/near the city.
The streets in my town are as follows Which Way, Winding Way, Circle Way, This Way, That Way, etcAnother one to add to my list: the stupid street names! It's like all the suburbs around here chose names by putting themed words into a hat and drawing them out at random, and they didn't fill the hat very full to begin with. An intersection I used to turn at frequently was the crossing of Timber Forest and Forest Timbers (and there are at least seven other streets in the immediate area that have Timbers as part of their name). Probably half of the street names are Tree-name Body-of-water. There are so many streets with Maple in the name that I wonder how the post office copes... Oh, wait, they don't. Mail service was horrible when I lived in one of the worst offending areas. We were constantly getting mail for similarly named streets. Same number, half the street name the same, but not the right house. It wasn't even just one house that was that similar, it was several.
Half of which are named Peachtree.[/QUOTE]the 20276526 freeways/access roads/interstates that cross in/near the city.
I think the highest speed limit in my state is 65.[/QUOTE]For as big a city as Atlanta is, there is NOTHING here that really interests me. Also, the speed limits are stupid low (55-60mph, really) and getting anywhere is a huge pain with the 20276526 freeways/access roads/interstates that cross in/near the city.
Well in that case tell the bums you have change but you need to save it so you can buy yourself some booze, see what they say.Ah Spring is in the air in Philly. The vapors of rotting garbage, the sweaty steam vents bellowing subway odors, and-- of course-- the bums all coming out in hoards begging for change; getting pissed if you tell them you have none.
Again?My car is covered in tree sperm.
Well, that's only if she isn't an arborsexualAs I said before, better on your car than on your face.
This is going to happen here in another couple months, not looking forward to it.My car is covered in tree sperm.