Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Things that will only amuse Meade and Me.


I know, I know it is a cheap shot.


But admit it. You laughed. I know you did.

53 comments:

blake said...

Isn't that the late Captain Beefheart?

The Dude said...

That's Arlo. More appropriate for Thanksgiving than Christmas. But he is funny. And, in theory, a republican.

blake said...

That's Arlo? Like, Alice's Restaurant Arlo?

Huh. He sounded whinier to me on the record.

The Dude said...

The one and only. He has a good sense of humor and when I saw him, was not pushing communism, as most of his peers so frequently do.

Titus said...

That's Terrible Muriel...but I love it.

Titus said...

I have know idea what you people are talking about.

Titus said...

I guess what I am saying is that "you people" are much older than me.

What's is like to be old?

blake said...

I'm not much older than you, Titus.

Titus said...

Do you guys still fuck?

MamaM said...

"He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench there, and gave me the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench"



MamaM loves Arlo. She knows Alice by heart. Shackles and Chains too.

dbp said...

@Titus,

Every day and twice on Sundays.

Meade said...

Three times a day up here at our remote outpost in the cold north.

But never on Sunday. After carrying her home from Saturday night dancing, Sundays are a time for relaxing - spinning our old hippie LP's, and practicing our NewAge© mantras.

That's just the way we oldsters (rock and) roll.

Titus said...

Meade just made some big news.

Wow, three times a day.

God bless you.

Meade said...

It may be news to you, Tt, but I'm pretty sure it's considered the norm (or even slightly below norm) here in Madison, Wisconsin - the #1 city for most virile men who most appreciate the most beautiful and attractive women in almost all the world, according to studies published in peer-reviewed journals such as Men's Health and probably Chutney Reader.

I'm continually surprised that any Madisonians ever get anything else done. I'm mean even during these months of the long nights, there are only so many 24's in a 7.

Oh, and God bless you too, buddy boy!

ricpic said...

What's it like to be old?

And you, with a cottage cheese ass!

Anonymous said...

Methinks the Althouse-Meades do boast too much.

In one of my last gasps on the EBL's eponymous blog, I said something about "my beloved wood," referring to the stuff from which I try to wrestle a paycheck. The EBL HAD to shoot back, "And I have my own beloved wood, too."

Spare me, lady. Anyone our age has been around enough to know that the actual hotness of a relationship is almost guaranteed to be inversely proportional to the willingness of the participants to brag about it.

Meade said...

Boasting? Nah. It's just fibbing - one of those things that will only amuse Trooper and yours truly.

Deb said...

@Titus: what's it like to be old.

It beats the alternative, as far as I know

Anonymous said...

Agreeing with Deb, I'd like to add that being old encourages irony that you'd never imagine when you were young.

Titus said...

I do not have a cottage cheese ass.

Take that back.

Trooper York said...

You are correct sir!

I am very amused.

Titus said...

What are you doing in Florida Helen?

Titus said...

What's EBL?

Titus said...

Embryonic Bovine Lung?

MamaM said...

I do not have a cottage cheese ass.

Sounds more like a set of dull clippers.

Anonymous said...

Titus, "EBL" stands for "Evil Blogger Lady." That's Trooper's pithy description of the blogress diva with whom we spent so much of our youth.

I think I'm a little more serious in my use of that term these days than its inventor, a link to whose blog, last I saw, again festoons the front page of the EBL's own blog.

Of course, I really don't want to know that. I should make more of an effort to stay my hand if ever again it misdirects my computer EBL-ward.

But I do want to wish the EBL a Happy Festivus, which we celebrate tonight, and which is the perfect winter holiday for the EBL. I hope she has her Festivus Pole up, and, anodized or merely high-alloy (no plain aluminum for her), it brings that special brand of Madison, Wisconsin warmth and cheer to the holiday, especially the Airing of Grievances before dinner. Although I can't be there, I'm sure I join many, many others in wishing we could take part in so fitting a tradition.

Meade said...

Well now that really is news to me.

All along I'd been thinking EBL stood for Extended Boner Life.

Color my face fire engine red with embarrassment.

Titus said...

Thanks for the explanation of EBL Theo.

Can I ask what happened or is it not worth it?

Meade said...

Yes, Titus, thanks to the new statute (that is, once the new statute becomes effective) you can ask. Yay!

Of course, whether or not it's worth telling is an entirely different other question. But, especially before the statute becomes effective, I'd suggest... it's not.

Trooper York said...

I did not realize that I have a link again. In time for Christmas.

That is really very nice.

Good bless us all every one!

Trooper York said...

Theo, there are few people I respect more than you in the blogging and commenting world.

You know me. I like to fight. To mix it up. You even called me on it on your blog.

But just as much as fighting I like making up.

Make up blog can be hot. Just sayn'

MamaM said...

MamaM is not amused by evil and does not enjoy or find humor in designating another human as evil.

She considers Titus's professed innocence over the term EBL to be disingenuous. Maybe he truly is going blind and can't read. Maybe he likes stirring chamber pots to see what floats.

Trooper York said...

Titus loves to stir the shit MamaM.

It's best not to get too close because it can spatter. Just sayn'

Anonymous said...

I agree with MamaM. "Evil" was Trooper's somewhat over-the-top term that did have a humorous ring at first. But, upon sober reflection, it's apparent our Blogger Lady is not worthy of the term.

For accuracy's sake, I should substitute, "Very Badly Behaved Blogger Lady," or "VBBBL."

I think this is entirely accurate. I stand behind it and ask everyone to substitute "VBBBL" when they see "EBL" in any of my writings. i shall use it in future, if, in the improbable circumstance, I should ever refer to the VBBBL again.

As for Titus' stirring chamber pots, there needs to be some fetid waste in the first instance for him to want to see it float.

Meade said...

Hey that reminds me - didn't Titus mention he's sad because he's unemployed? You know, I just might have a job for him. Compost Turner. I can't pay much above minimum wage but he can have all the hours he wants. His responsibilities would include organizing, analyzing, and evaluating rabbit manure and then incorporating only the best pellets into the other compost materials. Sorry - no spaniels allowed on the job site, rare or otherwise. Dogs sometimes make our beloved little rabbits nervous and when they're nervous, well, let's just say they become, you know... withholding.

Trooper York said...

Hey when I say Evil Blogger Lady it is with love.

Like when I call Crack Emcee Boy or ripic a hebe.

I don't allow political correctness here.

You can say anything you want at Alice's restaurant. And at Trooper York.

Trooper York said...

I do appreciate the gesture of putting my blog on the roll as I did not notice until Theo pointed it out. That was very nice and I have returned the favor.

During this sacred holiday season we should all try to get along in the spirit of the season.

So lets play nice while I am away.

Meade said...

Yes. Good night and Merry Christmas to Trooper and all his many Troopies.

You will all go down in his stor ry.

Trooper York said...

Wait a minute. If any body goes down we are not going to talk about.

Don't ask and don't tell.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Titus said...

I am serious kind of slow, even my husband calls me slow ALL the time.

I haven't followed all the ins and outs of Althouse's commenters.

And seriously I am not trying to stir any pot. I can't cook either. My husbands kids me about that as well.

Thank God I have a large cock otherwise I am really pretty worthless.

Titus said...

I am not actually unemployed Meade. I am actually on the payroll of my company that is in the process of being sold and as a result we are not doing any hiring.

I can't get another job because I am still on their payroll. But I do expect to be laid off some time next year but my stock will all be exercisable and I will have 2 years of severance as well as 6 months of vacation time.

I am just not working but am employed and getting a salary!

Titus said...

Sanofi Aventis is likely going to be buying us during the first quarter.

If this happens my stock fully vests which is approximately 200,000-very exciting.

I am speaking with my Indian UK husband who is speaking Hindi to the cab driver in Chennai right now.

It is hot.

Meade said...

"My husbands kids me about that as well."

Ah ha! We let you gay/lesbies get married and what's the next thing you do? Polygamy!

Titus said...

I am also thinking about selling my cottage in Ptown and Cambridge. The housing market hasn't collapsed there. It is actually very good because the area is transient and the fags always want a cottage in Ptown.

Right now I am renting them out but that is a pain in the ass. Renters can be do demanding.

What should I do?

Hugs and Love.

Titus said...

I just want to breed rare clumbers on my father's farm which will be my farm in the beautiful barn that I will convert into a really cool home.

But we need to get my Indian UK husband back in 8 months. He is working for a company which has agreed to get him back to the states in 8 months. But he hates his job but is staying with it for the next 8 months in order to get back here to be with me.

Isn't that romantic?

It's like Love Story 2010.

He is not slow though, he is very smart.

How did that happen? A dumby like me with a smartie like him? I think it is because brownies are happy and lucky to get any whitie and they are willing to accept shortfalls. Or because I have a big cock-although he is not a size queen. His cock is average size-don't tell him I told you that though-he would be mortified.

dbp said...

"I am speaking with my Indian UK husband who is speaking Hindi to the cab driver in Chennai right now."

In Chennai, more likely Tamil or English.

Meade said...

dbp is confusing me.

Now, which husband speaks Hindi? The one with the average size cock? Has the English-speaking husband ever met the Tamil-speaking husband and if so how do they get along? Which one has the fanciest cock? And when I say fancy, yes, I do mean fancy schmancy. Is a big cock even necessary? Or will a little cock do?

Titus said...

In terms of the rabbit shit job lets talk details.

Sign on, stock options, new hire options, base, relo, expense account, quarterly bonus, incentive comp, benes, etc.

I am all ears. Let's negotiate.

My current comp-$250,000-base
40k bonus
10000 options unvested-can't leave them on table, need to make up for them.
Looking for approximately 10000 new hire options.
4 weeks vacation.
Sign On will need to run somewhere between 80-100k.

Let's make this happen.

Titus said...

He did say he had a hard time communicating with the cab driver.

He knows like 7 different languages in India but he told me they have many more and he is not great speaking with folks from Chennai.

He's back in Bangalore now. Only a 45 minute flight.

Titus said...

I only have one husband Meadsy Poo. He was born in the northern India but moved to Scarborough UK when he was 10.

He has a British Accent as well.

So hot.

I don't believe in multiple marriages. I am old fashioned.

His parents were professors and came from old money in India.

He's really hot. Did Althouse show you the pics? I am sure she did. Now those are what you call guns.

Titus said...

I call his father Abu.

Isn't that sweet?

MamaM said...

Titus gathers up the fragments of his life story to begin a new chapter.

I've just closed my eyes again
Climbed aboard the dream weaver train...

Though the dawn may be coming soon
There still may be some time
Fly me away to the bright side of the moon
And meet me on the other side

Ooh dream weaver

Meade said...

"rabbit shit job"

The position is Compost Turner, Tits. But hey, forget it. I haven't even made you an offer yet and the fact that you're already disparaging the job tells me you weren't qualified to begin with. Sorry.