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Click Here for “help”. February 27, 2007

Posted by Mike N. Cheese in Business, Internet.
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This is the screen that popped up after I could not remember my password and clicked “Get help with Login here.

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Top 5 Things I Hate About Arizona February 22, 2007

Posted by Mike N. Cheese in Friends/Family.
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To my sister-in-law who is currently being tempted to move to the Grand Canyon State.

1. Snowbirds

Hoards of people from Minnesota, Montana, North Dakota, and other dreadful places fill the trailer parks of Arizona every winter. Their driving drives me up the wall.

2. Beauty only comes in pockets

We have nice neighborhoods and we have ugly neighborhoods. In Ladera Ranch, we saw no blight. In our neighborhood, the freedom we have by not having an association means that our next door neighbor can let their yard go to pot, and there’s not much we can do about it.

3. A white Christmas is never going to happen.Ok, never say never, but if you want real snow, you’ll have to drive at least 90 miles. Normally I’m fine without snow, but I wouldn’t mind it once in a while.

4. It’s hot.

That’s an understatement. I don’t want to say “hot as hell” because I don’t know if hell is necessarily hot. I’ve been much more miserable being cold than hot. But that’s not the point. It gets really, really hot and no amount of air conditioning or swimming or fans will stop you from feeling sometimes like you just stuck your head in the oven. Burning your feet on the sidewalk or your butt on a leather car seat is no fun either.

To the AZ folks: have you ever been really hot, then all of the sudden, you got a little chill? That’s a weird feeling.

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5. People who love desert living.

I cannot stand people who move to Arizona and want to live the desert lifestyle. We Arizonans have spent a lot of time and effort in the valley of the sun trying to forget about the desert. We’ve built canals, planted grass and trees, and built normal looking houses. And yet, for some strange reason, people still build pueblo houses with rock and cactus front yards adorned with wagon wheels, cow skulls, and large iron kokapellis (see below). Ugh.