Facebook's Lack of Pride

Facebook gets an "F".

Facebook hasn't been loading photos, downloading photos, or even keeping photos for homes.


I guess I'm in the backseat.


I haven't posted photos or restaurant reviews, because Facebook fails.


When users of the website think about it, Facebook doesn't exaggerate; it, in fact, under-exaggerates.
There's no publicity for their workmanship.
Facebook keeps its problems under "Community Help" with no direct contact; also, website is bland.
There shouldn't just be communication, but special communication.


What I'm thinking is, "Why don't companies like Facebook advertise about their workmanship?"
As a piece of the audience, I feel like a number that has no connection.
Do customers need to see statistics, statistics with flying colors?  I think so!
Dang, forever it absorbs me when I stand corrected by so many likes, but with so few repairs!
Companies like Facebook need to get in with McDonald's vibe.
There should be videos about Facebook's work.

Facebook asks me to give them some steps about their performance.
Well, I have just one.
Talk about workmanship with entertainment, not "ink".

Cynthia Hudson's Paintings

Paintings can be made out of yarn, so I approach those while fixing my mind for a purple that isn't translucent, and of course Cynthia Hudson keeps selling pictures with colors that each seem to have many streams and strings of mindful vision and slight articulation.

It's interesting how grounds can have the white in them while having color.
I tend to hang around in the darkness until I see something shining.
Doesn't it seem like there are feathers around the marbles?
Maybe the scenery resembles a batch that's a child's rustic source of intuition.
It seems like each marble can have its land.
I tend to prefer paintings where I see strokes, brush marks.
I plan to insert this image into my notebook or else hang it in a cheap frame.
Art.com sells abstract work, and of course, metal might be easy to clean if its surface isn't too abrasive.
Cynthia Hudson has images of boats, kites, croquet instruments, and skateboards.
I'm buying some prints before I move so I can contemplate about hues and imagination.
Don't forget about corners when hanging art.
Walls are just the floors we don't walk on.
Now, it's time to look at a palm tree!

A Heart's a Pocket of Bloody Music with Angel Brains in Tunneling Notes

Cooked Nuremberger pork sausages, sauerkraut and Tucher beer in Germany.
"Sausage making is a traditional food preservation technique. Sausages may be preserved by curing, drying (often in association with fermentation or culturing, which can contribute to preservation), smoking or freezing."-Wikipedia on "Sausage"


There's nothing like German food!
Sauerkraut can be an odd specimen.
Gary, my dad, barbecues by Sun Village.
Ingredients can invent new ingredients.

 "There is a huge range of national and regional varieties of sausages, which differ by their flavouring or spicing ingredients, the meat(s) used in them and their manner of preparation."-Wikipedia on "Sausage"

Imagine that, world sausages!
I've seen lots of things in the freezer.
Sausages vary by price, but I pick lots of prices.
Imagine Wild Mountain Honey over sweet sausages!

"Hence, sausages, puddings, and salami are among the oldest of prepared foods, whether cooked and eaten immediately or dried to varying degrees."-Wikipedia on "Sausage"

"Early in the 10th century during the Byzantine Empire, Leo VI the Wise outlawed the production of blood sausages following cases of food poisoning."-Wikipedia on "Sausage"

What, outlaw sausage?
So, lots of people were dying for sausages and dying from sausages.
Blood does have a particular taste.
My dad is a historian for the Byzantine Empire.

"Some forms of sausage, such as sliced sausage, are prepared without a casing."-Wikipedia on "Sausage"


The more I say the word that is sausage, the more I go back in the centuries.
My dad has a popular blog for the keyword "Byzantine Military" with hundreds of thousands of page-views.
Together, we're in an apartment, giving hot sauces lots of names.
I'd have the scents of sausage as a perfume, but that would ruin my dining at a sushi bar.
I suppose we're talking about rich foods, and, interestingly, the poor often have rich food, so why are they poor?
I can go to Burger King for a different kind of sausage.
I think even clones have differences.

Update, 1/25/2016. Read with care, no? Put my belly in the sink, pinch the pie.

I went to a McDonald's store in Castaic, California.  I guess so many signs have caution for me.  Something in the wind tells me about the bittersweet goodness.  The tables were the usual kinds that are rare, although the McPlay area was spotted with stickers of Ronald's friends and big shoe shelves.  I saw a gentleman with a clipboard observing the area; he dropped his pen, and I picked it up and returned it to him.  The store hasn't been remodeled recently, if ever.  I try to have yellow eggs weekly so that I don't turn loose and into mush; besides, what's the pursuit if there is any?  Attempts to remark on the extravagance leave me behind, despite the searches through which I gaze.

Yep, the Hamburglar (striped suit) wants you to stay around 4 feet tall.
The slides were vacant around breakfast time, but breakfast time is often vivid here.
I like the Hamburglar's hamburger tie, his striped flat hat, and his personal cape.

My computer has been broken, so I've had to step up my game and debate with myself privately with how to approach restaurant reviews.  Opinions about gates can really soothe the audience; not to mention, taste is a matter of selection and prestige with my reasons to cover it, and people often make complaints about McDonald's that are temporary and serve the purpose of refining the sense of guilt rather than dreams.  

I see two coffees, but my parents aren't holding hands.
Can lovers sense connections already?
Clocks can really bug us out.

Of course, the Big Mac has layers.  In fact, sandwiches are about layers, but what if shapes indicate the engine for imagination on the part of their creators?  McDonald's shouldn't just deal with the complaints that are big enough for their acute attention.  Sure, all ends meet various scenes, along with the means.  Has it ever occurred to anyone that ends might actually be the means?  So many meanings end with themselves, so I can imagine the finishing touches as great ones that can soothe great guilt (examples, diet confessions and exercise quitting); plus, appearances of lobbies and food go hand in hand, and I don't see much relation between McWrappers and geometric paintings.

You see here, there are clear windows and cushy back pads.
My dad complained about the hard chairs on metal poles though.
Basically, much of the space doesn't seem to have a wall.
Obviously, Ronald doesn't eat in public.

I've had trips to Sizzler's and Presto Pasta and a Chinese buffet restaurant, and I tend to travel with my parents because I have ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), which means I can't drive without possibly killing myself.  I can't wait for self-driving cars!  Certainly, the Taco Bell store on Coffee Road in Bakersfield, California, is a source of exotic art and has its "Taco Bell Promise."

This is a painting in Taco Bell.
It looks like we have a Moonstar Butterfly!

 It's surprising that Taco Bell has creamy tacos with juiciness and freshness at once.  I like to think of the Dorito Beef Taco as a subtle gift.  What's the big deal with discord in the fast food industry?  As I said before, nature can be a product, but it has different layers with specific types of ambiance.

The yellow wolf-guy here has a tank, with a guage, plus sharp shoulders on a 2-D plane.
So, is this discord?
My mom excuses herself from conversation with a rather absent mind.
I like the depictions here of the corn-cobs, they ring Pablo Picasso.
Notice how one flame is empty while the other one is full.
The bell icon looks like it's in a coin, and the Sun has a striped vibe with glittering rays.

I had a trip in Bakersfield to look at a nice house in Tehachapi, California.

Blurriness goes a long way.
I may take off my glasses and see the world like this.
I pretend like I'm having tubed televisions again by taking off my glasses.
There's a rumor that many colas cause bad eyesight.
I don't know, I've swimmed in pools, got hit by rocks and fists, and almost ate my jumps.
What if life just tires my eyes? 

   

Review of Presto Pasta store, 5722 Telephone Road Ventura, CA 93003

I like the fork icon!
It reminds me of the big "FORK" at Topper's!
Esto es la ciudad del tenedor, con el romance de salsa.
(Fooled you!  That's Spanish!)

This is from Yelp, thanks to Yelp member Vivian N.
The member thinks the wine taste is too strong.
Me?  Sore kara, es taco.
I'm personally a sweet tooth that needs a shove.

Review of Presto Pasta store, 5722 Telephone Road  Ventura, CA  93003

I often take buses to and from here, finding colas and desserts in this cubed room along a plaza of sandwich huts and American tastes.  Just picture a compact building with home sweet home hanging frames of Ventura’s beach pier and a mascot parrot’s favorite words, convenient with tables of homely sizes and a Coca-Cola Freestyle machine.  There are over a hundred drink flavors to sink your teeth into.  Raspberry Vinaigrette revolves around salad sweetness, leaving a bowl that cries so much sweetness over myself that I can’t get rid of the plate.  The hot marinara flavored Chicken Sub places its honor with its slanted meat under melted mozzarella, plus the grinded white (maybe Parmesan?) cheese is optional and fulfilling for this dish that’s scrumptious, warm, juicy, and delicious.  “Bevi vino, prosecco!” says a drawn lady over a chalkboard, that which lists some of the good portions of alcohol that laughing Italians come here for with smiles and promises of kisses.  Of course, in general, cheese needs to rest, and steam can be like a new breeze from the steaming sausage submarines, but I think there should be good fortunes for Fudge Nut Brownies and liberating choices of personal sizes.  You can relish a treat from the Cheesecake Factory and taste angel hair, listen to male opera songs in an ambiance of compassionate talks and outside smoke, get something from the Greek spring while drinking the soups of back kitchens; a few extra brownies over the grand Pomodoro slices, understand the heavy endurance of sweet mixing vinaigrettes and the boldness of Kalamata olives, making your favorites some combinations with pine nuts over Pesto Pizza, mild garlic bread, dozens of colas with considerative lemons.  Chicken Parmigiana can be so chewy, dry and wet, with a hot plate of your choice of pasta, delicate, juicy, with resting cheese and the possibilities of combos and stark colors.  You can talk about white shrimp with white pasta or red shrimp with red pasta, and your table’s salt shaker can be useful.  I just go with Lemon Coke Zero and add to it more lemon slices, see the Otis Spunkmeyer oven behind the cashier while opening a napkin of clean, brisk utensils.  My words are free, but reality is a train.  I can only open a door to make up my mind, or else I please at four corners, thinking of comfort with Shrimp Scampi or Shrimp Parmigiana.  Has the Presto Pasta business ever thought of seafood or Ladyface?  A bit of vanilla can go a long way for a cola, but I’m thinking of bigger glasses or delicious cookies on demand.  With catering, employees here just provide huge amounts of flashing packages for customers who eventually end their stay, leaving the environment open like a sparkling glass.  “Kill a watt, turn off the lights and save energy!”  On my road to this restaurant, I go away from the gardens of Cornucopia and bend my thoughts with better emotions, stopping by the Hill Street Café for a free bus to Ventura’s fair on a particular occasion, coming to Presto Pasta with memories of Dinosaur Fries and petting a black lamb.  Jersey Mike’s restaurant nearby gives Tastykakes for money, but doesn’t give dishes that are as delicate; plus, they often borrow ingredients from other companies for their meals.  Hot sauce, anyone?  Presto Pasta does a great deal of ingredient borrowing, but the dishes are more delicate because the cooks are more busy and in tune with orders; besides, there’s something provocative and magical when a Presto Pasta server comes to your table with an offer to grind some cheese over salad and pasta dishes, even pizza!  $6-dollar lunches keep up with the odds of customers showing compassion, and the building is styled for Ventura’s culture somewhat while the Coca-Cola Freestyle machine is big and red with its noble names in cursive.  So many dressings add various kinds of freshness to salads, and I can return home later with the smell of novelty pinecones and frugal firelogs while thinking of Caesar’s proclamations over land that fits its spill with storms, armies, forgotten gates and passing times.   

This place isn't so much a giant as it is condensed architecture.
"Sushi-san wa?  No."
I feel like appealing to the masses.
There's a nice sleek booth down the middle, but I'm itchy and scratchy.
There's nothing like teas by the golden peaks!

Here, you can see the little bits of shredded cheese.
So, what's to grind with more to shred?
I think cheese needs to rest for a while, and then I eat it.
It's practically like queso firmado.
Don't forget the toast, Jovany!

Lemon Coke Zero with even more lemons!
It's quite a brisk bubble.
Time to break the ice and steal that flavor!
So many flavors!  You can have Raspberry Diet Coke!

"Kill a watt."
Okay, I surrender!

Review of McDonald’s store #3458, 1650 Arneill Road Camarillo, CA 93010

Yep, it's a comfy room with McDonald's sofas in Camarillo, CA.

Yelp member Amanda S. is right!
In general, McMuffins are a bit crispy and smoked in the bread department.
I worked at McDonald's and cooked the McMuffins thinking, "Well, not all muffins are equal."

"I'm in a rush!  Quick, give the wand!"

There's cherry with this shamrock!

I'm loving it, because I'm enchanted!

Review of McDonald’s store #3458, 1650 Arneill Road  Camarillo, CA  93010

I loved these!  They were so compact and fresh!
Brian Galindo from BuzzFeed gives this picture, but basically ignores the wonderful salads.

Why do people lie about McDonald’s?  Of course, I can search through restaurants and find particular lights that fit my bill, or search toys before getting tangled with emotions.  Personally, memories roll in and I get thrilled about Big Mac Wraps, breakfast bagel sandwiches, white cheese for fried chicken, fries I shake up.  The area is a “T” plaza with poor Haggen, Subway, something about the feliz panda, and it’s a drive by Rolling Pin Donuts and rose signs.  I walk in and see Ronald’s glowing happiness, cute tables that look like sundaes, mild green cushions, curved seats, chatting elders and pictures of old and new sandwiches.  The ambiance is slightly wide with enough noise to suit the dining room for engaged comfort, although commercials don’t talk about the restaurant machines that are behind other restaurant machines, plus I can’t quite say if a Big Mac is a salad or delicious picnic bread.  I’m among the real cheese people, however I do “lurge” for McDonald’s cheeses and often pursue different kinds of cheeseburgers for that hyper savoring of sweet variations between meatiness and cheesiness, casually playing out meaty decks of white-breaded patties with various portions of cheese.  Oh, and it’s good to have some melted ice in Dr. Pepper’s drink!  It’s commonplace for me to relax near a sundae table with cola bubbles, fancy ketchup, mellow mustard, sleek pickles and sour onions.  So many sandwiches seem to already be set up, but it’s not unusual to get fries that are dry on the surface with surprises of salt and oil-heat and that are wet on the inside with good, natural potatoes.  Customers aren’t traditional if they don’t completely eat meals after observing grudge on their daily grind, so trays of food get abandoned as situations run their sport.  For the workers, it’s practically as if it takes ballet to handle the soft serve ice cream, and I don’t know why coffee can’t stay warm or why many muffins get so crispy and smoked for rich sausages and yummy eggs.  You know, maybe the Egg McMuffin needs more bacon for certain dish specials around?  My philosophy is that if something is less, it’s more to begin with.  Sometimes I get nostalgia and end up believing in strange equations or McDonald’s gardens.  M&M’s are useful for the appearance of ice cream because they leave colorful streaks of split hues in the cream.  I’m surprised by the thickness and grill quality that quarter-pound patties can have.  Besides, the Chocolate Chip Frappé has a well condensed body with tiny bites of refreshing chocolate.  Yogurt Parfaits can be quite freezing and icy with cuts of strawberries that are less sweet and more bold, and those limited edition chicken wings needed more of the kinds of spices that make me want to eat a second dinner.  Yes, I know Sizzler’s restaurants have steak, but hamburger is a kind of steak, and at McDonald’s restaurants I get food with better shapes, compact technology, Pokémon toys, many little ponies, sauces with reflections and vegetables with a peace of mind.  I miss McDonald’s shake-up salads and the European McRoyal, plus I go crazy with hand-dryers and add tartar sauce to beef that’s 100% beef.  Lately with the California drought, I’ve been sipping on Hi-C Orange Lavaburst and have been thinking about rosy tea or hidden jelly.  McDonald’s maple bacon dijon recipe reminds me of my mother’s meatloaf, and I relish the taste of sugar and beet juice in McDonald’s marinara sauce.  Mozzarella Sticks go well with the McChicken, but I can imagine tomato slices and bacon in my McChicken because I’ve been down the road of nostalgia, finding a cute sundae table and sharing the chew with legal guardians.  McDonald’s Shamrock Shake may leave me with the type of anticipation that gets my senses out of whack and rolls in with my personal tide of passion.  Grilled onions can be exotic, swell, rather scrumptious!  I get rustic, oceanic feelings with the taste of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups (McFlurry, McDoing!) even if McDoubles result in familiar sensations by consumption, or else I leave the better gates behind for Newman’s Ranch Dressing and grilled chicken that isn’t fried.  Now it’s time to sit in this store by circles and lights, hearing people’s comments about nowhere.

The real thing actually looks better than the promotional picture.
Imagine streaks of wet red and yellow, blue and green.

"McDonald's Dinner Box promotion offers two Big Macs, two regular cheeseburgers, 10-piece Chicken McNuggets, and four small fries for $9.99." - Allan Smith from Business Insider

Review of Flying J store #616, 42810 Frazier Mountain Park Rd Frazier Park, CA 93243

Nothing like the cool night by a mountain in the middle of a rustic paradise.

The pizza crust is so fluffy, almost like a pillow.

Review of Flying J store #616, 
42810 Frazier Mountain Park Rd  
Frazier Park, CA  93243

A worker here got mad at my mother for using the bathroom and stomped up the stairs.  Okay!  Sensitivity is apparent around these outskirts, but focus is a matter of issues even if this environment is pretty, full of candy with what used to be plenty of rest.  Reviews come out of opinions, stars are just shakes and nods.  Denny’s Family Diner existed with this stop, a place of glowing jewelry, seconds for a weight machine by rather pure mugs and Pure Leaf Tea.  Coffee runs out here and the pizza may not be new, of course there’s always a missing sign for gone vanilla.  I talk like a poet in my reviews and my dad cares about whatever he doesn’t love.  I still taste one of Denny’s salads and approach children in the hallway as an unrelated thinker, but more and more I stick my wedding fingers in a fridge for funny brands of cola and Monster Rehab.  Typically my favorite drink here is the super large Pepsi Max fountain beverage with squirts of cherry and lemon drops combined to soothe my taste-buds in a rental by the chilly mountain people on Frazier Mountain are familiar with, and the ambiance is wide open with lots of fresh air in summer and winter for the spacious skies.  Even when I don’t drink coffee, I like to finger a few creamer tabs for milky sugar and Hershey’s caramel, very often I pick, pick, pick, pressing my hands’ skin against black painted metal and cute lids, postponing my moments for brittle favors and relishing eyes, a discovery of food by the sea rock wall of magnified secondhand smoking and stretching pumps.  I come to Flying J and think about zoos, the rustic flavors of conversation, quick eggs and exotic blends, plus I provide myself good cents for pleasures upon the varied blue sky and extensive breaths.  I think “Flying J” is language that rings for the countryside of blue hearts, with sounds like “Peter Pan” or “Mary Poppins,” and I feel ease at bay with an automatic door and concentrative employees.  Stars remain beyond the roof as I hear the familiar dialects of untangled situations or stand around with the sugarplum vision of credited prices and orange plastic wrappers.  The roads look longer with the curves, so my head spins with magic because paths exist where I don’t see them.  Flying J stores have gusto, but it’s a mysterious type since my beliefs are in check here, and with these feelings I get sick before there is love, even if the coffee machines are packed with heat and space, plus my items cook like steamed grass for me mentally.  Speed is daring where there’s none, a wide angled counter with room for extra products and camel faces, medium-sized aisles with corporate depictions and simple portions of rich food.  It’s possible to have nuts, cookies, diet tea, but healthy selections don’t persist well on the land and it’s extreme caffeine like good medicine, so give me the toys or the temptations to excite with before happiness ruins my appetite.  It’s difficult to inform if cleanliness is resulted from architecture in part, and I tend to write reviews on paper before computer typing them.  The pizza needs to be more gourmet with taller toppings for sure, however the crust itself can be a new form of bread all together with the mild-tasting cheese; the crust is more fluffy than Auntie Anne’s pretzels and outfits the pizza like a pillow.  Of course, I’ve tasted so many Monsters and felt like cooling down, zoinks!  So, this gas station is a food store too, with a new nature, and I’ve escaped the state’s capital for this location because it’s a breeze to deal with, although I’m concerned about employees getting away with themselves when comfort is so simple, obvious, scary even, quite logical, even if Denny’s diners have to take out the trash somewhere else.  

The roof is quite long!  It reaches between two ends like an exotic market.

Trucks, trucks, trucks... what's a truck, anyway?

All these photos are from Yelp.
Here, member Ryan P's photo looks snowy and rainy at the same time.
Is water so strange?

This place has a captivated audience, and the pumps look so spacious. 

Yep, it's Christmas pizza! ;)

Sometimes I think my parents would live here.
My dad likes cool, breezy space.

"A night in knots, play with the Sun again!"-me

You see, you enter this lucrative corner, around the hallway, and find glowing jewels.
I'm a fan for purity.

It's a pretty long hallway with videogames at the end, plus a quarter weight machine.
Don't forget to weigh yourself.  You might be surprised.

Beautifully high sign of four fives!  Zoom!

Why not make an omelette with jewelry? 

The aisles are carefully preserved, a resource of jerky and treats.

You know, machines can look complicated before you use them.
Are the prizes really grabs, or are they forbidden treasures?

Yelp member Dina S's photo here illustrates much of the space for the pump stations.
I feel like saying that something that's exotic has to be spacious.

I game so much, but so many machines are un-tampered with.
I'm among the best Pac-Man players.

At last, jerky, jerky, jerky, jerky, jerky, enough jerky.

Julian Salute to Sausage

It's time to boot the iron!

Strings of sausage can be thick, and they make good knots.

See?  Shapes make shapes!

The people at allrecipes.com may not realize this, but uneven texture is fun to lick savoring goodness.

In this photo from Whole Foods Market, it's apparent sausages can become new wholes like pancakes.

So, is this McMuffin unhealthy?  My dad orders one, eats the sausage seperate, and eats the muffin halves with jelly.

This is member Bacon Strip's photo off www.meattruck.com.
If you see your hand as sausages, you better stop eating yourself!

I think there's sharp texture, blocky texture, saucy texture, tongue touch.

Basically, sausage is a matter of principle.

Maybe stars don't fly.

What if a river sinks from the sky?

A tree can be gone before I even scratch breakfast.

Shining rain over warm flowers, gates to pouring laughter.

Imagine the new security for dollars, the golden noodles!

I feel a hole in the Sun and lose my shovel.