So we are on the road again tomorrow. We are on a cruise from Christmas to New Years. Hitting a couple of islands: St Thomas, St Croix, Turks and Caicos, Puerto Rico.
No phones, no emails, no internet, no posting, no blogs.
Just relaxing and enjoying the holiday with the family. I hope all of you can be with you family and friends this holiday season.
So I want to wish all of the visitors to the Trooper York blog a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and may all your dreams come true!
See you next year!!!!!!!!!!!!!
133 comments:
Merry Chrismas to you and the missus. Hope you have a blast...yeah, yeah, I know you're the life of the party :)
Hitting a couple of islands: St Thomas, St Croix, Turks and Caicos, Puerto Rico.
Wow, you're traveling Darcy style!
Have a wonderful time Blogfather!
@Deborah: are you related to the "Deb" with the serious-looking black and white avatar?
Happy Holidays!
Love the wifes dress!
Toodles.
I will be leaving for my sis's house in Mazomanie soon.
We will eat.
Then go to a Unitarian church where the "priest" is a dyke and there are small town fags who are in relationships who live together in the country.
How do they do it?
The church is a mess. Last year it had no heat, it is just a pile of shitting wood and the congregation looks like the land of misfit toys.
Then I walk in and all heads turn, natch. The place is up for grabs when I work the debilitating runway. Smalltown Fags are whipsering, pointing, gasping and in general awe of the fabulousness they are witnessing.
Some actually reach out to touch me like I am Jesus or Mary.
Have a great warm ten days. Merry Christmas.
Some actually reach out to touch me like I am Jesus or Mary.
Imagine the disappointment of finding out all that glitters is not gold.
MamaM hopes this church doesn't have a family bathroom. If it does, she cautions Titus to line the seat with tissue before a sit down.
No, but from about the same era, Chick. :)
I can give just as good a stare-down, however.
Merry Christmas, all!
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and safe travels! I've enjoyed following the pack-a-thon, mani/pedi and tan-fastic tweets of Lisa. You should join her on Twitter. I hear tell someone's got your moniker reserved.
Merry Christmas Troop! Hope you and the family have a good one!
Make sure you drink a Guinness for me!
Merry Christmas Trooper. Wish I was in the Caribbean with the family - but I'm stuck working Christmas Eve.
Hope you have fun!
I have had hot Puerto Rican hog in the past.
They have always been good in bed.
No Ricans in Wisconsin though. Very sad.
Warren Report #3
The recent consumption of sour grapes dipped in honey appears to have adversely affected several species of song, farm and sport birds twittering about the gardens mentioned. Unfortunately, this diet has caused previously stalwart birds to become fearful their own Fogblather will not be sufficiently strong enough to protect their oligarchy from imagined entities and evil enemies near and far. As a result these birds appear to spend considerable time flying from treetop to treetop in search of lofty positions from which to regard and dismiss those below as smaller, weaker and more flawed creatures then themselves. Muttering, back-biting and stone throwing have become the preferred means of offence and defense.
Recommendations:
For heartier birds: less feather sticking and preening without a mirror; less sour grapes, more nuts, fruits, moral fiber and suet pies to round out the diet; less time in the treetops endlessly twittering, more spectacular leaps of faith and flight into the unknown.
MamaM ought to have a care lest she get more bird poo in her unnaturally-colored hair. It's dropped in due course from those blithe spirits who have since taken wing for higher regions. Of course she hardly notices, because she never takes time to examine herself, being otherwise too preoccupied with barking an audience for the cockfights she starts in her chicken coop.
Happy New Year, Trooper!
Mama's like Judge Judy.
Can we stop with the coy crap?
It's creepy enough to waltz around the comment sections in drag, and creepier still to make oblique references to commenters and quote them. Although, my favorite is the little show where you have (feign, one hopes) tantrums because people call you on your (highly transparent) shtick.
How about resolving to be straightforward in the New Year?
Hope you're having a wonderful trip, Trooper. I did take a similar cruise and loved it.
Recommendations:
For heartier birds: less feather sticking and preening without a mirror; less sour grapes, more nuts, fruits, moral fiber and suet pies to round out the diet; less time in the treetops endlessly twittering, more spectacular leaps of faith and flight into the unknown.
Who appointed you as Robert Stroud?
MamaM seems to be on the hot seat. What have you to say for yourself Mother Rabbit?
I feel like I'm sitting at the kids' table, listening in to snatches of cryptic conversation from the grownups in the next room. Who? What? Where? When? Why?
Merry Christmas to all.
And Geaux Saints!
Oh, Beth, pay no attention to this collection of sclerotic Boomers and their nasty masquerade.
Tell ya what: Why don't we all watch a Suicide Girls video (very NSFW), listen to some good music, look at hot women, and forget about this cranky nonsense?
And, oh yeah, Merry Christmas!
I realize the Suicide Girls may be a little outré for Trooper. But if he doesn't like them, I have a dynamite performance of Tosca I could link.
On a more serious note, speaking of Captain and Tennille, back in the late 70's I played some jobs with the Captain's sister, Carmen E. Dragon, in those days known as Carmen Carroll. She was a fine harpist and the daughter of Carmen Dragon, the well-known L.A. composer/arranger/pops conductor. She was one of the few examples of a daughter being aptly named for her father. The whole family was musical, her other brother having been a drummer for the Surf Punks and a producer for Captain and Tennille. Carmen was going through marital trouble at the time that looked to end in divorce, which it eventually did, but that was none of my business, except it may explain her later reverting to her original name.
I just knew her as a very nice, warmhearted and competent harp player. She lived at the time in the same town I did, and we played a couple of Christmas jobs and a few times at the restaurant where I had a regular gig. As a flute player, I really didn't like to play with harp that much. The harp is a hard instrument for the flute to play in tune with for a variety of technical reasons having nothing to do with the ability of the player. Carmen was, however, one of the best, a superb professional whose musicality made the difficulties of playing with the harp a pleasure, even though we didn't associate very long.
I learned the other day that she died on July 10th this year in Aptos, CA, near Santa Cruz. If you want to check out some of her music, she's on Rhapsody as well as iTunes. Her Christmas album is very nice. I bought it from iTunes, but couldn't bring myself to play it during the holidays. Maybe next year.
I may joke about sclerotic Boomers, but the fact is that none of us have that much longer to continue the sort of nonsense that we're all a-twitter about. The silence of Carmen's harp has brought me up short, and I refuse to waste any more time or energy on dismal, pointless things.
Rest in peace, Carmen.
@MamaM -
You might start by taking your own advice.
And if you have a grievance with other(s), do the adult thing and contact whomever it is directly to resolve your issue(s).
I have no idea what anyone is talking about on here now.
Like rabbits pulled out of a seemingly empty hat, a covey of birds magically appears as if summoned to defend themselves from an imagined enemy. They arrive armed with requests and demands for honesty, fair play, direct grievance resolution and an end to coy crap and oblique references. They curiously call for openness in a field where Fogblather reigns and double and triple entendre are considered art forms; while pecking about creepiness and electronic privacy on a site where words and electronic pictures are incorrectly (but cleverly) ascribed to others on a routine basis.
MamaM would find this sudden desire to play a different game amusing if didn't involve smart and otherwise thoughtful people becoming heedlessly and carelessly entangled in their own misperceptions, assumptions and self proclaimed outrage.
If others wish to continue to consider her to be the voice of an evil blog person, a sock puppet, a defending spouse with three faces, Mr Green Jeans, or Larry's mom, they do so with the yolk of their own egg on their faces.
MamaM has been and continues to be her own person. She cannot resolve issues which do not exist, or directly address grievances which do not belong to her.
Believe it or not: that's the truth!
Well said, Mama. It is all rather silly, isn't it? And I include myself in that question.
Did Mama's traveling son make it back from Ohio for the holidays?
Your IP says otherwise.
Blake, how can you see MamaM's IP?
Darcy, I'm sorry. I didn't see these tweets quoted as being from you. I saw something by Mama about people gossiping, or something. Did your tweets relate to Althouse? I won't be hurt if you don't answer.
My point is that the intrigue is hilarious when you think about it. What is the big surprise? This is the net. Anything you put out is open for invasion. Love your new avatar...very nice.
My tweets copied and pasted over in the comments of Althouse. By someone I've never even had a back and forth with?
Almost two years ago I noticed someone directly using things I had tweeted in the Althouse comment section. This was around the time when character identity forgery was all the rage. Now I realize that somebody doesn't have to "follow" someone to read their tweets, but at the time I had about a dozen followers at most. I ended up blocking someone over it, something I hated doing.
MamaM said:
If others wish to continue to consider her to be the voice of an evil blog person, a sock puppet, a defending spouse with three faces, Mr Green Jeans, or Larry's mom..
Whoever MamaM is, I do appreciate skill. That quote could have been penned by Gil Scott-Heron.
Skill wielded to perpetuate a fraud is not to be admired, CL.
Not sure I understand, but you mean you tweeted about Mama 'behind her back,' and she referred to it at Althouse?
Generally rambling, it is just absurd for people to talk about others on the net. For example, surely the understanding is that anything said here about Althouse is expected to be read by her.
Troop is just as bad in his own way, trying to turn Meade against his own wife. Or make him choose, or something. If you don't like Althouse, fine, don't go after her husband's loyalties.
I wasn't really that aware of Mama till recently, when for the first time I saw her hanging out here and speaking in her double-meanings. She reminds me a bit of me in the 'seeking of justice' mode. I tend to think she's real, as she posts realistically about her life. But if I were to suspect anyone, it would not be Meade, for sure. I'd think someone more like Maxine.
Yes, if anyone has anything to say about anyone, it should be said to their face.
Look, I'm sorry to do this, but I'm going to delete my tweets. I don't want to be a part of this.
Or my comments, rather. Heh.
I'm sorry for the mess on this thread, Trooper!
Best wishes for a Happy New Year to all.
@Titus said...
Mama's like Judge Judy.
More grudge than judge.
Deborah, I'm going to assume that it's OK to talk about MamaM here because while this is the net, technically this person is "here."
@MamaM: You started this little feud or whatever else you may care to call it. Notice the nature of this thread: It's bon voyage/Merry Christmas thread to Trooper York and yet you are the only person who found themselves incapable of wishing such a thing. Others joined in later without doing so, but arguably those were in response to the redirection in tone which you set yourself. That is the best "tell" as to who you might be. Whoever you are, you also have a long standing grudge against Troop and perhaps towards others here.
Oh, well.
Happy New Year to you, Darcy.
Yes, chick, Mama is 'here.' I meant the talk about 'EBL', here, etc.
Chick, a question. You seemed friendly with Mama a few weeks ago. Were you just playing along, or was her true character, as you see it, made clear to you only recently?
Deborah,
I very much enjoy the kind of word play that MamaM was dishing out a couple weeks ago. I wasn't "playing along" in any other sense.
I don't go for psychology games. That's what I mean by "straight talkers" in my profile under "interests." I try to take people at face value.
Thanks for the reply, chick. Recently, I took a couple weeks off this site. Maybe I missed some major crap going down. Did Mama get her feelings hurt? Anyway, my head hurts...night all! :)
Deborah...
Have you heard of the term mall ninja? It applys when nebulous bluster like "Your IP says otherwise" is used by someone who proports to eschew coyness while mentioning the perpetuation of fraud as if it is somehow worse than lying through ones own teeth.
What you say is true. What MamaM has shared comes from her lived story. Her naturally colored silver hair attests to the fact that life has been difficult but full of wonder. Her son did return for the holidays, bringing home a beautiful polished geode as a gift, picked up at the West Virginia Welcome Center, where he stopped to stretch on his run up from SC (based in OH, works in SC).
MamaM doesn't always agree with Althouse or Trooper York, but she appreciates the courage it takes to daily put forth and stir up opinion without retraction and take the heat as part of public discourse.
When I saw Trooper's title for this post, I immediately thought of telling the story of the real Captain's recently deceased sister, whose death I had just learned of, and link to her Christmas album, which I think is very nice, if a bit sad for me.
Unfortunately, this nonsense got started. I was hoping to wait it out and perhaps end it, but, oh well, here we are in a proxy war with the formerly Evil Blogger Lady herself.
My stated theory is that MamaM is Althouse. If not, I'd appreciate if MamaM would say categorically she is not, and not be coy with such Bill Clintonesque phrases as, "If others wish to continue to consider her to be the voice of an evil blog person...." That does not deny MamaM's Althousian identity, only her being evil.
I can think of, offhand, about 10 or 12 mostly original or early commenters who have, each for our own reasons, grown angry or offended or terminally bored with Althouse. I don't want to speak for anyone else, but that's my impression, based on people's own words.
MamaM, either being Althouse, or acting as her agent provocateur, came here and, as chickelit says, started this little proxy war with a number of us former Althousians, for what purpose I cannot say, except perhaps the instinctual need to stir whatever available pot for the sake of attention.
Tendentious scolding does not incline angry people to soften their attitudes. But, having a reservoir of millions to view and comment on her blog, it is entirely understandable that the Very Badly Behaved Blogger Lady, as I now call her, would set about scolding her former admirers for no other reason than to best them, and prove to herself once again how she is the teacher, and we her ungrateful and churlish pupils.
If MamaM is not Althouse, she has done Althouse a disservice. And if she is, she has amply confirmed my intention to pay no further attention to her.
Sarcasm, innuendo, and double entendres are rarely considered elements of "straight talk", chickelit. Nice try, but this is one of those places where mastery of one outshines an expressed interest in the other.
In MamaM's opinion, your distaste for psychological games and concern over the tone and nature of threads sounds noble, but doesn't jibe with your presence and contributions here on this blog. As for elsewhere, Trooper York and Titus are famous for relentlessly throwing red herrings and setting courses off chart, which is something they both seem to enjoy. This is fine with Mama, as long as turn about is considered fair play.
The one you refer to as Fogblather (Blogfather in straight talk) seems very capable of handling himself when it comes to straight talk and entendre. Under the blather he appears to be a man of strength, humor, character and integrity. To quote his own words to Deborah: "Oh I can take it deborah. I just love to mix it up so wen it starts I jump right in...You do realize that MamaM is Meade right?"
MamaM has no grudge against Trooper York. She has fairly played the game he set forth when he posted Commenter Memory #56 and exposed to the world the private picture she'd sent him of her with her nice cock.
In truth, she hopes Trooper York and his lovely wife enjoy a wonderful and relaxing week together and wishes them both a healthy, happy and blessed New Year.
I still have no idea what is going on.
I guess I should read more of what people write rather than just blabbering myself.
I like this community. Good people and you indulge or "put up with" my crap.
I honestly could tell you I wouldn't know the difference between revenant, reader, rocean, rhardin and just about everyone else.
Well Darcy I would know because she's cute and their aren't many females around Althouse.
Trooper was just the one that stuck out on in my mind because he was so crazy in a funny way.
Ginger smoothie going down right now.
Hugs everyone and Happy Holidays
I do know Palladian too but that is because he always yells at me and generally resents any other fags coming to Althouse. That's her house.
I believe it's time for a group hug.
deborah said...
Thanks for the reply, chick. Recently, I took a couple weeks off this site. Maybe I missed some major crap going down. Did Mama get her feelings hurt? Anyway, my head hurts...night all! :)
I have been traveling more than usual this month and may have missed something too. I have few clues as to what got MamaM going, nor what originally upset her. Perhaps it's the very revival of Troop's "Tale's of Amy's Garden" series? Perhaps Troop is hitting "too close to the mark"? IIRC, he did retire the series once before for reasons known unto him alone.
I do look forward to subsequent editions of Commenter Memories. I don't think TY will be back for several days though. The last time he left he was eulogized. What would work this time?
Happy Holidays, Titus!
I don't want to be a part of this...
But 12 hours later...the courage which so quickly fled, apparently returns. Along with Chickelit's interest in more of those straightforward, non-psychological Commenter Memories.
If MamaM were Larry, she'd might be LOLOL'ing on the floor. You know, like "Larry, Oh Larry, Oh Larry"! But MamaM's not Larry, she's more like Curly. With plenty of room for Titus to be Moe.
In the interest of "taking things at face value", MamaM notes the nature of this "It's a bon voyage/Merry Christmas thread to Trooper York" appears to have deviated into fabulousness, hog and EBL land long before she arrived.
Happy Holidays, Titus! Season's Greetings too!
How much more rope will you be needing MamaM?
How much do you have?
“Oh wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, And foolish notion”
Oh wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, And foolish notion
Not quite Woodwardian, but close.
I honestly could tell you I wouldn't know the difference between revenant, reader, rocean, rhardin and just about everyone else.
Since Trooper's not here, I'll do the honors:
reader's the one who's deleted more comments than anyone else in the history of the internet and oh by the way the only thing worse than a journalist is a lawyer.
Also, I'm a girl, while, I think, all the others you mentioned are boys. And rhhardin probably wouldn't approve of our dogs.
I think I was making a run for your one thread record here, reader. I actually thought of you when I did that! ;-)
Hey it's reader and Darcy!
Now where did that Deborah go? I'm feeling outnumbered here in a good way. I thought it was just going to be another word puzzle duel with MamaM--"fiddle me this"--which I don't mind, but I'm not too sure anybody else finds entertaining.
Without any particular alchemy, IPs are available through Sitemeter. If someone doesn't want to be identified easily, they shouldn't use different sock puppets in short order, even on a highly trafficked site like Althouse.
As for being a Mall Ninja, I've been working on a blogger client (because the built-in editor is so twitchy and because the search and categorization functions suck) and it's interesting what you can do with the blogger API.
It's not rocket science and it probably won't go any further than my desktop but it amuses me.
I suppose I should point out that IP doesn't usually tell me who someone is. I have a fixed IP, for example, so I'm pretty transparent but most people don't. Even so, I'm not the only one who uses this IP.
But it is, of course, inherent in the architecture of the Internet that IP addresses come with each request (GETs and POSTs), which is how Sitemeter works.
You mean you can see Althouse's IP list through sitemeter? I thought that info would only be available to blog administrators.
I think it's wise to have an IP masker, or whatever they're called. I've been on sites where I didn't want my IP address to be known. It narrows down your location way too far. I've never gotten around to doing anything about it, though.
I don't mind being tracked because basically I have little to hide.
Plus my penchant for typos and other sylistic ticks preclude me from attempting puppetry.
Well, it's not about having something to hide, but about privacy.
Blake are you saying you saw Mama come to your site, and then someone else came on from the same IP, so you suspect her to be using puppets? Or are you saying her IP didn't match where she said she was from?
Hello, gang!
I'm MamaZ. I just naturally stumbled upon this blog, you know, because doesn't everybody who reads Ann Althouse's blog end up here and feel really comfortable fitting right in?
Mama has been reading for years and only just now had the courage to post. Here. Of all places, right? It's just as natural as can be. You all understand, I'm sure.
Please take me at face value. I'm real. I am. Really!
I'll be back with some notable poetry quotes and mysterious, quirky, folksy wisdom soon. Hope you won't mind.
Have a great day, and before I forget -- Happy New Year Mr. and Mrs. Troop.
Welcome, MamaZ!
Now, dear gang, I was wondering if we could resolve this if I called someone on the phone who is trusted, in order to verify me. Then I could call MamaM to verify her. Or Mama and I could call the same person.
Mama, hey, mama, come lookin' for me,
I'm here in the meadow by the red apple tree,
Mama, hey, mama, look sharp here I be,
Hey, hey, Mama, look sharp.
Now, dear gang, I was wondering if we could resolve this if I called someone on the phone who is trusted, in order to verify me. Then I could call MamaM to verify her. Or Mama and I could call the same person.
Sounds like that kids game called "Telephone"?
But you get points for good intentions.
That's The Way :(
It's a perfectly sound idea.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones that are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles, exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop, and everyone goes "Awwww."
The dull people who spend precious time in anger, in childish games, they are the ones who suck life, exuberance, happiness, joy out of all who go near them. Let them shrivel, grow dessicated and be blown out of the beautiful garden of your being.
Jack Kerouac, is that you, back from the dead?
Thanks Reader for the clarification.
Is this the most comments Troop has ever received?
If so weird.
He isn't even here!
Titus said...
Is this the most comments Troop has ever received?
I think this thread is still his record: link.
Thanks ChickenLit.
He is kind of a drama queen. I forgot about that one.
Jack Kerouac, is that you, back from the dead?
Those French-Canadian types really do stick together. I met some last week.
sorry chickelit, didn't mean chickenlit.
I am trying to do a better job of identifying other commenters.
Please forgive me.
You were the one in Cambridge a week ago right?
Isn't it fab? Lots of hot brownies.
You were the one in Cambridge a week ago right?
Yes. I live-tweeted my walking tour and also a bit on the T. Had a great time. I may be going back next month.
Speaking of French and the Living Dead, I just put up a blog post along those lines.
Does this count as spam? Sorry, I was just trying to change the subject. Think I'll shrivel up and blow away now.
I heard that the cat ^ blows a mean flute.
Don't shrivel, man, just blow.
Don't shrivel, man, just blow.
Somebody once told me that benzene's electrons could both suck and blow. Depending on the sign of sigma and the slope of rho of course. And on the position.
Theo man I really hope you can come through with a recommend for a book on Boston city history.
Otherwise I'll have to ask Titus.
Sorry, chickelit. I was too busy working on Baroque Zombies today to reseach it. I've seen all sorts of old maps and descriptions, but I can't think of one, easy-to-find source off the top of my head. I'll come up with something shortly.
As little dickens go, Jimmie's the best.
When the Ship Hit the Sand
Oh my wife and I went on an ocean cruise
Three days out and I was sick down to my shoes
And to make it more forlorn,
We sailed into a ragin’ storm
Where we were nobody seemed to have a clue
While the ship was bein’ tossed and thrown about
I decided that I’d take a little nap
Then I heard an awful noise
and I asked one of the boys
What had happened and you should of heard him shout
“Where were you when the ship hit the sand?”
I said, “I was in there prayin’ for dry land
With a bucket and my breakfast in my hand”
“Where were you when the ship hit the sand?”
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones that are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved...
I once met someone who went mad. He was a professor at a small Colorado university. He was one of of those guys who had been been well-schooled back east but, finding no place at the table there, headed west and carved himself a niche at lesser place.
His niche was electrochemistry-the science of what goes on at metal electrodes in contact with chemical solutions. His wife was a computer programmer and also a professor, but in the Electrical Engineering department. He used a special type of electrode called a hanging mercury drop electrode which, as the name suggests, was a hanging drop of mercury which comprised the electrode. The beauty of the method was that the mercury droplet was the actual working electrode immersed in solution. The droplet, being metallic, was in electrical contact with a capillary of mercury in contact with a reservoir of fresh mercury. An applied voltage made cool things begin to happen at the interface: ions lined up in layers, mimicking what happens in things as mundane as milk colloids and in nerve cells. Electrodes tend to gunk up quickly, but the beauty of the hanging drop method was that the electrode could be clipped off and a fresh one rapidly "grown" from the reservoir. This allowed very precise and ingenious time-dependent experiments, faster than any person could analyze, and that's where his wife's early computer automation came in handy. Together they were the first to develop such computer-controlled experiments in 1960's.
His wife passed away in the early 1980's and he was one of those guys who slowly lost interest in life afterwards. They had no kids (that I knew of) and had put all their love and legacies into their students and papers instead. By the time I met him he was erratic, irritable and quite likely mad. Everyone blamed the mercury. After he died (he flipped his car on a rural highway, leaving everything to his cat) his lab was cleaned out. There was mercury everywhere, in every crack and crevasse. You couldn't open a drawer without little balls of the stuff rolling and bouncing around inside.
So yeah I think the guy was as mad as a hatter, but he was never dull.
When I think of storms at sea, I don't think Jimmie Dickens. I think Tony Vivaldi.
chickelit: You know that "mad as a hatter" came from mercuric nitrate being used in the preparation of felt. The Mad Hatter had been around just too much felt
I have no excuse, however, for the Red Queen.
Sorry for the serial deletions. Blogger told me that my story was toolong to publish and so I split it up. When I checked, I discovered that it had published the whole thing the first time.
Buckin' flogger
Yes, Blogger announces policies and then doesn't follow them.
Very irritating.
Yeah, cats and kittens, that ^ ^ is what the Blogger L do. Announce the policy, then behave in a manner that contradicts the policy, then deny the bee haave eee oor.
We dig it, though, 'cause we got the lady's number.
And here along I thought that Liber Abaci was a Polish guy from Milwaukee.
Dig: This is the last day for sex in this elderly year.
Best you hop on the pony and ride. Ride rough ride long gallop all day and half the night.
Bang away bang away bang away, as much as you can before night falls, the old man leaves, the bam bee no calls.
Year is gone at the strike of twelve.
Sweet wet day, sweet wet night.
Turn on.
I love Ken Nordine and will eternally remember and be grateful to the person who turned me on to him when I got to college.
Wow, DaddyO, you mean the Blogger Lady says you can't post comments longer than 4,096 characters, and then (sometimes) allows you to, all the while telling you your comment's too long?
That's pretty devious.
I hope that you're not going to sing Muskrat Love at karioke night...
Happy New Year Troop and everyone else!
Heading out to take my parents and their gray hair friends gambling.
Aren't I a good son?
I am going to be reading the new Mark Twain book while my parents gamble away by inheritance.
Titus said...
I am going to be reading the new Mark Twain book while my parents gamble away by inheritance.
I asked for the new Twain autobiography for Christmas (it was the only thing I asked for) but I didn't get it. :(
reader_iam said...
I love Ken Nordine and will eternally remember and be grateful to the person who turned me on to him when I got to college.
I feel the same way about DH Lawrence and a high school teacher but that's another long story.
Dear Trooper,
In the days before Carter signed the Airline Deregulation Act, back when MamaM was a travel agent; she would encourage her fellow workers and clients to remember: "First days back can be difficult." She's aware this may be true for you as well.
Unfortunately there's been a lot of angst in the warren since you left. The MamaM didn't expect her Warren Report to stir up such a hornet's nest of activity, but it did. Lots of buzzing, stinging and flying in circles, busier than a cat covering. Almost as if one of the anatomical features you and Titus most enjoy became caught in the wringer.
Well, she should have known better. Warren Reports have historically proved controversial. In the interest of allowing you ample time to get unpacked, re-situated and back in the saddle, MamaM has decided it prudent to hold off on further reports until things settle. She's also decided to follow the suggestion of "that Deborah" (whom she now considers to be more sage than citron--but still sparkly) and send an email to the two people whose names have advertently or inadvertently become mixed up with MamaM's. Evil or not, she will give them permission to verify her authenticity directly with Trooper York, IF he so desires further clarification and promises not to pass ANY information on to Titus, as MamaM is not yet ready for him to show up at her door.
That said, MamaM ends this year and this month of encounters at Trooper York's by offering this encouragement: Break Away from Old Ideas.
Yours truly, MamaM
Did someone say Muskrat Love?
This is a sweet cover.
MamaM said:
The MamaM didn't expect her Warren Report to stir up such a hornet's nest of activity, but it did.
For the record, the stirring occurred not in that "warren report" but rather in this collateral comment, particularly the text therein which quoted tweets. Some of the record here has been erased.
I await Troop's arbitration, but most of all a palliative cleanser.
Sheesh
Chick, did you go to grade school in Oceanside? If so, which one?
deborah said...
Chick, did you go to grade school in Oceanside? If so, which one?
Nope. I moved here in 1990. I went to grade school in Middleton WI, a suburb of Madison.
Whoops! I moved to here in 2000, not 1990.
I moved to Europe in 1990, which has been on my mind lately.
@Deborah:
Are you a Hatfield or a real McCoy?
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Happy New Year to friend and foe-fum alike!!
Like I said, chick, this warring seems all-of-the-sudden :(
Why are you thinking of Europe?
Yes, happy new year all!
I hate when people delete things before I get back...
Mama, thanks for saying I was more sage than citron :)
Just took the ornaments off the tree.
Jeeez youse guys need to get out more!
Happy New Year Everybody!
Cruise blogging to commence after we download some photos!
Plus we got the new WipeOut Wi game and my granddaughter is kicking my ass!
I missed Troop so bad.
Happy New Year!
Come back.
Did you say "cruise blogging"? I am thinking of Al Pacino in that movie.
I missed you too Titus.
But it was almost like you were with me as there were a ton of gay guys on the cruise.
In fact one of them had the cabin next to ours and decorated his door for both Christmas and New Years. He won the shipwide contest for decorations both times.
He was much more fun than the Chinese family on the other side where they tried to throw the mamasan off the freakin balcony.
But more about that later.
Happy New Year Trooper.
This thread needs a good flush!
Well Troop, you know the gays love to cruise!
My sister went on a cruise a month ago and said most of the staff were mos. Gays love to entertain too.
Happy New Year to you too chickelit.
Thanks for keeping the home fires burning.
It did seem to get a little hot. Hee.
And Happy New Year to everyone who visited while we were away!
Happy New Year, Troop.
Been playing these "Wii Play" games with the kids. The Boy (of course) kicks my ass. But now The Flower is giving me a run for my money.
I can still beat The Barb, though!
Geez, I'm old.
Knew Troop was on the high seas, did not stop by here, lo and behold, 130 comments. WTH?
At least most of it is nonsensical.
Hey this is where nonsense lives.
Lives? It flourishes here!
Well there is certainly enough fertilzer. Just sayn.
Oh yeah. Now tell us about your big adventure and the crazy chinee family throwing mama from the boat.
Soon. The wife is working on the photo's she will let me have access to don't ya know.
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