Ah Titus, without you and chickenlittle, this blog would lack luster, along with varnish, glaze, glitter, icing, frills, frosting, exaggeration, enhancements, embellishments and accoutrements of the finest kind and otherwise.
This very day, MamaM came across a a painting of loaves made her smile, as did seeing a Krispy Creme display at the gas station, showcasing their new Cherry Fruit Pie, which brought the Other Bird to mind.
Whose to say how deep or shallow her smile truly was?
Now why would MamaM be of that opinion? Hmmm, could it be because Titus and Chickie are the only two commenters still visiting Hades on a regular basis? I suspect it is so.
Titus, dear Titus, I feel your pain, South Carolina hates Gays, you are so right. The proprietors of Hades are being sucked into the anti gay agenda more and more. Stick with us Titus, there is no room in Hades for gays anymore. Your observation from last night was right on target, you weren't drunk though , were you?
Over there. It was another profound thought by Titus, in the Debate thread, Titus was not feeling the love , that's why he needs to stay here where he is loved and adored the unique, sweet creature that he is. We love ya Titus.
MamaM, artificial sweeteners and nutty crusts are a healthy alternative, one can have their cake and eat it too and live to a ripe old age to tell the tale and be amusing while doing it.
Although, some folks amusement is other folks boredom, oh well, their loss, lol.
Chickie, oh how very interesting, looks like someone's sweety used his mighty deletion tool on poor Titus, there were two comments back to back, now forever lost in the cloud, perhaps Titus saved them, as was suggested the other day by someone's sweety.
Everybody's comments are out there, saved, all neatly organized by blogger ID number. There used to be a free service which let you see them. I learned about it from Palladian. It was blogger-independent and captured even the deleted ones. There was a slight window--minutes during which you could delete something permanently. Anyways, the service went commercial (damn capitalists!) and I never thought it worth it pay for the service. I sure some do though--the nefarious types--polemicysts and such.
Chickie, he was your buddy once too, none of us are perfect and all of us can gain good Karma from practicing forgiveness here on earth, now watch Crack come with his New Age killer wooden steak to drive into my heart.
On second thought perhaps I should've attended the Academy of Lawncare, for my spelling lessons instead of nursing school, where I learned how to save lives and comfort the sick.
Troop's place hasn't felt this nasty for a while. A year or so ago (the night Theo Boehm committed bloggercide) the place was pretty tense. As I recall, there was even a small "trial" with evidence and so forth. We all came through it. Yet much like the other place, regulars have come and gone here at Trooper York. This saddens my, but I think it's inevitable. It's the sign of a real place with traffic.
Damn, I have been on my best behavior, except with regards to those who shall not be named. At least I thought I had. Trying to keep it lighthearted and avoid taking any of this personally. Or personal, even. I don't even carry on about cysts of any type, whether they be on poles or anywhere. Poles, even, and boy the stories I could tell about Poles, don't get me started!
Well, I pledge to try to be the nice kind of nasty, I don't like this backbiting shit, but if MamaM wants to engage me in a cock fight, I'm on. I don't mind ball busting, but coming here to belittle me is just going to piss me off.
Allie you are not being nasty in my opinion. You are always free to defend yourself. Protect yourself at all times. Don't thumb and eyeball in a clinch and don't punch when the ref breaks the clinch and you will be all right.
Darcy, Lendl...the machine. I imagine he's a hell of a coach. I don't think I'd piss him off, if I could avoid it.
Borg is/was the King. I only speak his name in hushed tones. Wimbledon tiebreaker with McEnroe. I think God has that on VHS and still watches it from time to time.
Yes, Windbag, join the crowd. Step up to the front and tell everyone here about the time you ran up to the front porch,looked in the window and SAW THOSE BALLS sitting right there on the mantle!!!
Extra points for ringing the door bell, but not as much as gouging an eye.
How many more are waiting in the wings to reveal themselves as brave and scrappy fighters, standing before a gathering crowd to repeatedly stab their imaginations over and over again with the sharpest knife in their drawer?
Borg was my favorite, but I really liked them all. Except Connors for some reason, but he grew on me. I did have a soft spot for Lendl and I have no explanation for it. :)
Johnny Mac cracked me up and still does. What a character.
MamaM said... Yes, Windbag, join the crowd. Step up to the front and tell everyone here about the time you ran up to the front porch,looked in the window and SAW THOSE BALLS sitting right there on the mantle!!!
I was watching tennis last night and came across this great quote from Vitas Gerulaitis after defeating Jimmy Conners, having lost to him on 16 consecutive matches.
"And let that be a lesson to you all. Nobody beats Vitas Gerulaitis 17 times in a row"
Thing is, I really didn't like McEnroe's antics back when he played, and it was only after the passage of 20 or 30 years and hearing him interviewed that I understood his deal. I still don't get Carol Herman, however.
MamaM's humor transcends dry. She leaves the small minded behind to eat dust as she walks the lonesome valley of misunderstanding, singing a song while dodging spitballs and arreos of spite.
Other than engaging with Titus under house rules, she has rarely been mean to anyone here.
chickenlittle...The Tit Jar next to the Mantle Balls is a another fine sight to behold. Not quite as imagination capturing as the Titus Tit Tree, but close.
Now that things have settled, here's the comment that was in process just before Allie started lowing and shooing, which triggered Darcy's reflexive wink, woke Sixty, rang TT's bell, and inspired Windbag to release some gas. The Old Lady who Swallowed the FLy Blog Style.
The smile was genuine, chickenlittle. The pie, purchased on impulse, was disappointingly less than delightful (weak cherries, overly sweet crust), making MamaM wonder again about curiosity, gullibility, and the power of imagination and shared thought.
Shallowness and depth, like heaven and hell, boredom and amusement is all relative.
"Ah Titus, without you and chickenlittle, this blog would lack luster, along with varnish, glaze, glitter, icing, frills, frosting, exaggeration, enhancements, embellishments and accoutrements of the finest kind and otherwise."
Oh MamaM , did you forget this part? Coming here to smooth things over with Titus after the deleting of his two comments that weren't exactly complimentary over in Hades? I think so.
The misunderstanding in this valley is yours Darcy. If you need to keep referring to me as "M" to soothe something unsettled inside you, I'll give you permission. Just know that in doing so, you are missing the mark by a long shot and revealing something less than respectful and pleasant about yourself.
The misunderstanding in this valley is yours Darcy. If you need to keep referring to me as "M" to soothe something unsettled inside you, I'll give you permission. Just know that in doing so, you are missing the mark by a long shot and revealing something less than respectful and pleasant about yourself."
January 20, 2012 7:24 PM
Wow, now it's Darcy's turn? What is your problem MamaM? Got your period, cramps? PMS?
I have corresponded with MamaM and I know who she is in real life. She is not in fact involved in gardening or planting seed in any desolate and infertile stoney grounds. So she is not who you think she is if who you think she is what I think you think she is.
I think the information I have is way too elaborate to be false blake.
Plus I have corresponded with that other person and it is not what he would do. At least I don't think so. (He ain't that smart)
You know my policy is to accept people for who they claim to be. For the character they present themselves to be. So I will not out Allie as Lori Berenson or Darcy as Ann Margaret or Titus as Danny Bonaduce.
Be who you wanna be. You are free to fly your freak flag at Trooper York. Just sayn'
Ever since Black Sunday I have been tryin' to maintain some perspective. As for betting, the Niners are 3 1/2 point favorites over the Giants.
I am just a simple country boy and I don't really have any idea what that means, but them ol' boys are gonna be kickin' that pumpkin around that cow field come Sunday, I reckon.
I guess I'll go back to watching Rome. Rape,insest,murder, pillaging and plunder, intrigue , mystery, power, lust, worship of the Gods of the Underworld.
Best best would be to let the creature live. Everybody has their good and bad sides. MamaM is growing on me, now that I know she's not who I thought she was, but she does need to take a Midol.
She was my favorite player, Titus. She wore such feminine tennis dresses. And it seemed like she floated across the tennis court; she was that graceful.
Trooper York said: Chickie you are killing me with your avatar.
Did you miss when I first strapped it on the other day? Darcy was talking about pie and she said that cherry was her favorite. She reminded me of the cherry pies I ate as a kid. I did it for Darcy!
But the avatar change was quite incidental without forethought. Kinda like my screen name, chickenlittle. I changed it once to El Pollo Real when I was feeling more mature. Then I changed it again to chickelit to match my Twitter handle (chickenlittle was taken). But I've never been anybody else. I don't think I'd be capable and I'm not talented enough to hide it.
I knew MamaM was a she. She left too many nice comments at my blog when she still went there.
@Troop: You see I can't go back to my old blue avatar quite yet (especially around here) because the color reminds me of something which hurt very bad.
Feb 7 is the next full moon. New moon is this Monday. This is important information for me. There is a spot in the Smokey Mtns., Newfound Gap, where you get a spectacular view eastward and, just up the road, an equally spectacular view westward.
So, when there is a full moon approaching, the possibility is high of getting pictures of a sunset, then moving up the road about 1/2 mile and setting up to get a shot of the full moon rising. February 7 is my next target date. We were socked in with rain in January and I had to call it off last minute.
Newfound Gap was the epicenter of a small earthquake a few years back. We felt the tremors here. A couple of days later, we went up to see if there was any damage. Slight. One of the cool things was to drive by the overhanging rocks, and through the tunnels, daring the rocks to shift and fall. It's happened before in our neck of the woods.
The best spot to get a sunset shot is almost always occupied by at least one shutterbug with a tripod, waiting for that magic moment. Time and gas being precious commodities these days, it's nice to try to make one trip and get shots of two events.
Sunrise shots are for the truly committed. I have to leave the house around 4:30 to get up there and set up. Last time I went, it was fogged in, and I got nothing but some eerie shots. The wind was so strong, the updrafts were lifting my tripod up and I had to chase it as it skittered across the parking lot.
As far as the implied connection between the nuttiness of this thread and the full moon, I think we're just basically whacko. Although, I do notice that the full moon does affect the level of stupidity. I would wager almost anyone who works with the public can attest to that.
Windbag, that sounds positively beautiful. Cold Mountain is one of my favorite reads and film. I think of North Carolina and the Smokey Mountains and the story of the Civil War soldier and his exploits getting back home to the Smokey Mountains.
We are all Lunatics from time to time, makes life very interesting, no?
Victims, by Phillip Paludan, is a riveting book about the Shelton Laurel massacre in these hills during the (un)Civil War (a.k.a. the War of Northern Aggression). It's a short book, and won't take long to read.
Mr. Paludan lectured on his book while I was in college. You should have seen the place. People packed into the room to hear what he had to say. They came equipped with ancient notebooks, family Bibles, rubber-banded note cards, whatever.
After his lecture, he opened it up for questions. Holy freakin' cow. I thought we were going to fight the War again. The descendents of the victims were on each other like a hobo on a ham sandwich. Pure entertainment and a shocking realization that events from another world could stir up that kind of emotion.
@Allie: You see, If I lived in Wisconsin, I'd probably fall head over heels for you. We could speak our beloved German (and I mean that utterly sincerely) together somehow. I'd adore your style of cooking and look the other way regarding your politics.
But we're here in the blogosphere. So we must live according to its rule.
You know what? I care about the commenters here. Call me silly. I am. :)
I want to explain why I would react to MamaM like I have. At least a little. There is a history there, and so I'm going to plead context without going into detail.
Please pay attention to the "something unsettled inside you" comment. Believe me when I tell you that it is not a throw away comment by MamaM. It's a deep dig, and I felt it. Not the first one. Well done.
From now on, I'll avoid him, though. I don't call many people rude pricks, and it feels ugly, but I'm letting it stand because it's real. I also understand, of course, that everyone here is fully free to have their own opinions and comraderies with whom they choose. As it should be, and there will be no offense taken on my behalf.
OK, I'm going to ask outright, who the hell is MamaM? I don't really care if someone wants a SockPuppet and to play these games if it doesn't become personal and hurtful. I have had interactions with MamaM several times since coming here to Troopers blog and most times it has been contentious. WHY?
I like quirky people , MamaM is witty and an interesting read, but again why the bite? For what purpose?
Darcy, I trust you and your judgment of MamaM's character. I'm not taking offense on your behalf Darcy, but what you have said rings true.
I apologized for my rudeness to MamaM because I thought he/she was a certain gardener from a strange and foreign land. I was unnecessarily hasty in my attitude.
However, I do find his/her comments cryptic, barbed, and pointed. The one Darcy referenced seemed way too personal. Although I have no idea what was going on, it just came across as having gone too far.
There are far too many creeps on the inner tubes, so I try to be careful not to be intrusive and creepy. Being a smartass is another thing altogether. I don't really get the sock puppet gig, but it can be funny. Whoever EBL is, it's a hilarious act.
Like Darcy, I do find myself caring about total strangers on-line. I'm tickled that Trooper is going to be famous and I'm honored that I'll be one of the little people whom he forgets one day (not really, Trooper won't change, I'll wager). There are other sites and other personalities whom I admire and find myself rooting for...not just here.
I don't think I have a coherent conclusion to all that. That's just what I think. Who is MamaM? I don't know that it matters. Who is windbag? Your best friend or worst enemy or just a guy sitting naked in a bean bag chair eating Cheetos watching television.
Allie: Meiner Meinung nach, ist MamaM le nom de plume eines bekannten Blogger. Ich glaube nicht, nennen sie eine "Sockpuppet," weil sie sich keine Mühe, eine andere Rolle als die ihrer tatsächlichen Persönlichkeit spielen lässt. Als Darcy weiß, ist ihre Persönlichkeit in der Tat ziemlich böse.
Subtrahieren Sie die sinnvolle Nummer 13 von "MM", um ihre wahre Initialen zu entdecken.
Hey I won't even try to say this in German, you two speak German better than I. OK I have two guesses, both blogger's with the initials MM, one a well known ANGRY type, one a housewife with five kids (which might be a good reason to be crabby).
Oppie, I took one week of German in 1966. In my travels in Germany I found that was insufficient to allow me to blend in. What I am trying to say is I have no German. Will never have any. Kann die Sprache nicht sprechen. Ohne Google übersetzen würde ich nur sprechen aus meinem Zarathustra.
I do fine in countries where a Romance language is spoken. France, Italy, Mexico. Did fine in Japan, for whatever reason. Scotland was a bit dicey - God only know wha they be speakin' up there, Lassie!
All well and good, but we have gained no understanding of MamaM. Some say she is who she says she is. Some say she is M*ade. Some say she is 1 1. I have no way to know. Facts are not in evidence. Supposition, innuendo, guesses, games - but no facts.
TT posts under his own name. That alone makes him unique here.
MamaM is far too concerned with others' egos. Motes and beams and all that.
But we certainly all should be humble before God.
OTOH, if someone lectures me to be humble before equally flawed, sinful human beings, that person really ought to go stick it up his or her ass.
I believe, as an essential part of the old-fashioned idea of "manners," in giving each person his due. It is good to praise people when warranted, and equally good to be slow to condemn. Motes and beams, etc.
Those who are overly concerned with the size of other people's egos are often afraid of the tender, bloated condition of their own. Why else would they fear injury by the slightest collision with something more compact and better-made?
Oopie, I have been letting misspellings go for a while. Well, I did correct that one in Russian not long ago - that was pure ego on my behalf - I knew the correct spelling and by golly I had to let others know.
You actually speak German. I cut and paste in Google translate. Far be it from me to mention anything other than an umlaut, which I think is a funny word.
It's a difficult balance, isn't it, Tim? We've kind of had this discussion here before, but on the one hand, we are required to judge, aren't we? On some level. Right or wrong kind of judging.
But the "I would *never* do that!" kind of thing. "I'm above that." It's all part of "I'm better than you." That's crap.
I know that I am capable of it all under the right circumstances.
I know that I am capable of it all under the right circumstances.
I was preaching at my church once (I'm not a pastor), and I made the comment, "I'm a dark and twisted soul." Mostly stunned silence from the congregation at the butt-ulgy honesty, but one young man laughed out loud. He was an employee and he knew I was dead serious and spot on. Humans are nasty creatures.
There's a verb missing Sixty. A typical error on my part. I was asking whether we couldn't use the familiar form here.
In one of the "Last Letters From Stalingrad" a young German soldier writes a scathing letter to his father who is a general. You can't tell in the English translation, but near the end, the writer switches from the familiar to the formal verb form to signal their estrangement and to underscore how he blames his father for his impending death. link
@MamaM, I don't believe that you are anyone but who you say you are or aren't. For what what's worth, I've always found you to be rather kind. We probably do screw around with words and double entendre too much, but I think it's fun and have no urge to stop.
I never played spin the bottle, Allie. But truth or dare. I remember once I had to eat soap on a dare and it got all stuck in my braces. I was gagging for a while. Ick. :)
Thank you, chickenlittle. What I said about you in the beginning of this thread stands as true. The use of the word luster (to light, illumine, make bright) was deliberate.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
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I believe the "deep thoughts" postings may be sarcastic and instead are referring to me as shallow.
If so, I am devastated.
tits.
I thought he just misspelled "flour."
Put a sock in it, Titus. At least you got a series--just like Troop.
Ah Titus, without you and chickenlittle, this blog would lack luster, along with varnish, glaze, glitter, icing, frills, frosting, exaggeration, enhancements, embellishments and accoutrements of the finest kind and otherwise.
This very day, MamaM came across a a painting of loaves made her smile, as did seeing a Krispy Creme display at the gas station, showcasing their new Cherry Fruit Pie, which brought the Other Bird to mind.
Whose to say how deep or shallow her smile truly was?
I disagree with your assessment Titus--you always have something interesting to say. Please dont be devastated.
Now why would MamaM be of that opinion? Hmmm, could it be because Titus and Chickie are the only two commenters still visiting Hades on a regular basis? I suspect it is so.
Titus, dear Titus, I feel your pain, South Carolina hates Gays, you are so right. The proprietors of Hades are being sucked into the anti gay agenda more and more. Stick with us Titus, there is no room in Hades for gays anymore. Your observation from last night was right on target, you weren't drunk though , were you?
Nothing says "deep thoughts" like analyzing your shit in shallow water.
Now why would MamaM be of that opinion?
Some prefer frosting, glaze, glitter etc. to cheesecake with artificial sweeteners and a nutty crust.
All a matter to taste.
Whose to say how deep or shallow her smile truly was?
I'm just pleased to make smile, MamaM.
Analysis is Titus' schtick.
...Titus, there is no room in Hades for gays anymore. Your observation from last night was right on target, you weren't drunk though , were you?
I must have missed that. Was that here or there?
Titus unloaded on me one night over there over some such shit.
Wait, that didn't come out quite right.
Over there. It was another profound thought by Titus, in the Debate thread, Titus was not feeling the love , that's why he needs to stay here where he is loved and adored the unique, sweet creature that he is. We love ya Titus.
MamaM, artificial sweeteners and nutty crusts are a healthy alternative, one can have their cake and eat it too and live to a ripe old age to tell the tale and be amusing while doing it.
Although, some folks amusement is other folks boredom, oh well, their loss, lol.
I just checked out the debate thread over there, Allie. I didn't find Titus' comment. I see your buddy was there though.
Is MamaM implying that Titus glazes his loaves?
As to a loaf's flower...can we be honest and admit that ones own loaf has a pleasing flower to one? And stinks something awful to others. Such is ego.
Chickie, oh how very interesting, looks like someone's sweety used his mighty deletion tool on poor Titus, there were two comments back to back, now forever lost in the cloud, perhaps Titus saved them, as was suggested the other day by someone's sweety.
Everybody's comments are out there, saved, all neatly organized by blogger ID number. There used to be a free service which let you see them. I learned about it from Palladian. It was blogger-independent and captured even the deleted ones. There was a slight window--minutes during which you could delete something permanently. Anyways, the service went commercial (damn capitalists!) and I never thought it worth it pay for the service. I sure some do though--the nefarious types--polemicysts and such.
Chickie, he was your buddy once too, none of us are perfect and all of us can gain good Karma from practicing forgiveness here on earth, now watch Crack come with his New Age killer wooden steak to drive into my heart.
LMAO, I meant wooden stake, I think I'm hungry.
Steak or stake?
Deride, debride or debred???
LOL, lol, LOL.
It's all so confusing.
Maybe something snapped after years and years of following Dr's orders that would cause a lapse in memory regarding topic material.
What are you hungry for Allie? More moo?
MamaM, don't you have some deleting to do? Shoo, shoo now, don't bug me.
What's eats at MamaM?
On second thought perhaps I should've attended the Academy of Lawncare, for my spelling lessons instead of nursing school, where I learned how to save lives and comfort the sick.
Because we all know a cow needs a good green lawn. Moo.
LOL, Allie.
No, you didn't just "shoo" MamaM.
;-)
One fool makes many.
Oh, hi M.
"Wooden steak" is a pretty Freudian slip there, Allie. Not my flavor, but I get all those nuances.
Troop's place hasn't felt this nasty for a while. A year or so ago (the night Theo Boehm committed bloggercide) the place was pretty tense. As I recall, there was even a small "trial" with evidence and so forth. We all came through it. Yet much like the other place, regulars have come and gone here at Trooper York. This saddens my, but I think it's inevitable. It's the sign of a real place with traffic.
Where is the nasty stuff, cl?
I haven't seen any.
I might be wrong, but chickenlittle might be referencing the neighbor's lap dog who wandered over to piss on the petunias.
You're right Darcy. The nasty is elsewhere--for the moment.
Damn, I have been on my best behavior, except with regards to those who shall not be named. At least I thought I had. Trying to keep it lighthearted and avoid taking any of this personally. Or personal, even. I don't even carry on about cysts of any type, whether they be on poles or anywhere. Poles, even, and boy the stories I could tell about Poles, don't get me started!
I've noticed the effort, Sixty. It's adorbs.
But so is teh cranky stuff, too.
Well, there's nasty and then there's nasty, you choose:)
Anybody remember Nasty Nastase?
Loved that guy.
The golden age of men's tennis.
It was fun, windbag. Not many of those guys were friends. A lot of them hated each other. Like Lendl and McEnroe.
Lendl is going to coach this season. It will be cool seeing him near the courts again.
Well, I pledge to try to be the nice kind of nasty, I don't like this backbiting shit, but if MamaM wants to engage me in a cock fight, I'm on. I don't mind ball busting, but coming here to belittle me is just going to piss me off.
I thought you handled that in a very appropriate and funny way, Allie. That's why I laughed. :)
Thanks Darcy! That means a lot to me. :)
It is not sarcastic Titus. I think some of the thinks you say are deep...almost poetic....like a haiku or something.
I just try to juxtapose a funny picture.
Allie you are not being nasty in my opinion. You are always free to defend yourself. Protect yourself at all times. Don't thumb and eyeball in a clinch and don't punch when the ref breaks the clinch and you will be all right.
Wait a minute. Allie wants to have a cock fight? Is there going to be pictures?
Can I kick MamaM in the balls? Just kidding;)
Think I'll wait a bit to make my wooden steak joke....
Naw, coming from you TT it would be funny, not mean.
All good dramas need a villain. The question here is how much more heat is needed to really burn the witch.
As Crack says, "ROFLMAO"
More LOGS!!!
Allie, MamaM doesn't have any balls. They're in a jar on Mommy's mantle.
Darcy, Lendl...the machine. I imagine he's a hell of a coach. I don't think I'd piss him off, if I could avoid it.
Borg is/was the King. I only speak his name in hushed tones. Wimbledon tiebreaker with McEnroe. I think God has that on VHS and still watches it from time to time.
McEnroe - YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!!!
He was the man.
↑ Least surprising opinion of the day.
:)
Yes, Windbag, join the crowd. Step up to the front and tell everyone here about the time you ran up to the front porch,looked in the window and SAW THOSE BALLS sitting right there on the mantle!!!
Extra points for ringing the door bell, but not as much as gouging an eye.
How many more are waiting in the wings to reveal themselves as brave and scrappy fighters, standing before a gathering crowd to repeatedly stab their imaginations over and over again with the sharpest knife in their drawer?
@windbag and Sixty:
Borg was my favorite, but I really liked them all. Except Connors for some reason, but he grew on me. I did have a soft spot for Lendl and I have no explanation for it. :)
Johnny Mac cracked me up and still does. What a character.
I think Lendl told someone (JMac?) in the locker room that he could be sick on an IV and still beat him.
I think people mistook his dry sense of humor for meanness. lol
MamaM is a little dry.
MamaM's humor seems a bit more than dry, kind of shriveled. Strange that this isn't the first time MamaM has come here to bestow his humor upon me.
I love a good sense of humor, but I detest mean people, but hey maybe I read him wrong.
MamaM said...
Yes, Windbag, join the crowd. Step up to the front and tell everyone here about the time you ran up to the front porch,looked in the window and SAW THOSE BALLS sitting right there on the mantle!!!
Has Windbag been stalking me? Cu balls on mantle.
I love a good sense of humor, but I detest mean people, but hey maybe I read him wrong.
I could have said that myself. But not about MamaM.
I was watching tennis last night and came across this great quote from Vitas Gerulaitis after defeating Jimmy Conners, having lost to him on 16 consecutive matches.
"And let that be a lesson to you all. Nobody beats Vitas Gerulaitis 17 times in a row"
Thing is, I really didn't like McEnroe's antics back when he played, and it was only after the passage of 20 or 30 years and hearing him interviewed that I understood his deal. I still don't get Carol Herman, however.
Ha! I love that quote dbp. :) Vitas was well-liked on the tour. A really nice guy, apparently.
MamaM's humor transcends dry. She leaves the small minded behind to eat dust as she walks the lonesome valley of misunderstanding, singing a song while dodging spitballs and arreos of spite.
Other than engaging with Titus under house rules, she has rarely been mean to anyone here.
chickenlittle...The Tit Jar next to the Mantle Balls is a another fine sight to behold. Not quite as imagination capturing as the Titus Tit Tree, but close.
Now that things have settled, here's the comment that was in process just before Allie started lowing and shooing, which triggered Darcy's reflexive wink, woke Sixty, rang TT's bell, and inspired Windbag to release some gas. The Old Lady who Swallowed the FLy Blog Style.
The smile was genuine, chickenlittle. The pie, purchased on impulse, was disappointingly less than delightful (weak cherries, overly sweet crust), making MamaM wonder again about curiosity, gullibility, and the power of imagination and shared thought.
Shallowness and depth, like heaven and hell, boredom and amusement is all relative.
Nobody misunderstands you here, M.
"Ah Titus, without you and chickenlittle, this blog would lack luster, along with varnish, glaze, glitter, icing, frills, frosting, exaggeration, enhancements, embellishments and accoutrements of the finest kind and otherwise."
Oh MamaM , did you forget this part? Coming here to smooth things over with Titus after the deleting of his two comments that weren't exactly complimentary over in Hades? I think so.
( Had to correct spelling errors :)
I want to go on record as stating that I don't think MamaM is EBC.
I have no idea who plays the cow EBL. Other than that we are all exactly who we say we are. Right?
How about these initials Sixty? LM?
Well...I think so, Sixty. I mean, isn't your name really Sixty? ;-)
I got nuttin.
LOL!
Darcy, you are correct. My friends call me Mr. Grit.
I used to call you Shitty, sorry. :)
No problem - I frequently was, you just called it like you saw it.
I am trying to be less obnoxious. More jovial. Jocular, even. Will not make it to jocund, some things are just not possible.
Nobody misunderstands you here, M
The misunderstanding in this valley is yours Darcy. If you need to keep referring to me as "M" to soothe something unsettled inside you, I'll give you permission. Just know that in doing so, you are missing the mark by a long shot and revealing something less than respectful and pleasant about yourself.
Tonight, on World's Worst Sock Puppets...
Oh, I disagree. I think I clearly hit the mark, dude. ;-)
MamaM said,
The misunderstanding in this valley is yours Darcy. If you need to keep referring to me as "M" to soothe something unsettled inside you, I'll give you permission. Just know that in doing so, you are missing the mark by a long shot and revealing something less than respectful and pleasant about yourself."
January 20, 2012 7:24 PM
Wow, now it's Darcy's turn? What is your problem MamaM? Got your period, cramps? PMS?
Hey a word from the ref here.
I have corresponded with MamaM and I know who she is in real life. She is not in fact involved in gardening or planting seed in any desolate and infertile stoney grounds. So she is not who you think she is if who you think she is what I think you think she is.
If that makes sense.
You can not like her because you don't like her but not because you think she is someone else. Just sayn.
Sixty has actually been very mellow the last few weeks.
I think it is because he took my advice and put some money on the Giants.
Chickie you are killing me with your avatar.
I love those pies. I would eat them two and three at a time.
Now the wife doesn't let me buy them anymore.
Plus they would stain me teeth.
That sucks!
GOD! MamaM is a REAL woman?! She's not a gardener?!
Hmmm, maybe she has PMS for real then. As for thinking she was The gardener, I'd do apologize. As for anything else I said, it stands.
I think it's funny how everyone who walks in here thinks the exact same thing.
But it's the price of "anonymity".
If MamaM is not who I thought, then my comments are out of line and I apologize.
I think the information I have is way too elaborate to be false blake.
Plus I have corresponded with that other person and it is not what he would do. At least I don't think so. (He ain't that smart)
You know my policy is to accept people for who they claim to be. For the character they present themselves to be. So I will not out Allie as Lori Berenson or Darcy as Ann Margaret or Titus as Danny Bonaduce.
Be who you wanna be. You are free to fly your freak flag at Trooper York. Just sayn'
However, I'm not going to check to determine the whereabouts of your balls.
Aight. :)
Ever since Black Sunday I have been tryin' to maintain some perspective. As for betting, the Niners are 3 1/2 point favorites over the Giants.
I am just a simple country boy and I don't really have any idea what that means, but them ol' boys are gonna be kickin' that pumpkin around that cow field come Sunday, I reckon.
Do you think I should bust the Cake
Boss balls when I see him next week?
Best cakes in Jersey? What the fuck!
So did everybody think MamaM was The Gardener? LMAO, damn this is funny, sorry.
For the record, I don't post under anything other than windbag. I keep the same moniker across the inner webs as much as possible.
And another thing, the Mets suck (but they ARE tied for first).
TY,
Hey, I know, and I refrain from busting the various fraudulent commenters most of the time, for the sake of the peace.
I'm just not into the whole drag scene.
Thank you, windbag. As for the ball reference, they cued up chickenlittle and yielded a fun and in the pocket shot of his mantle.
I apologize for thinking MamaM is a rude prick.
:)
I think I was about 8 when I discovered tennis. Jimmy Connors was my hero. After Borg hit the scene, it was game, set, and match.
I wanted to marry Chrissy Everett. I didn't understand statuary laws at 8.
That's adorable, windbag. Chrissy is still pretty fetching. :)
I guess I'll go back to watching Rome. Rape,insest,murder, pillaging and plunder, intrigue , mystery, power, lust, worship of the Gods of the Underworld.
Back to when people were normal :)
All I can say is be careful when you run around with a wooden steak.
It could break some mirrors.
Best best would be to let the creature live. Everybody has their good and bad sides. MamaM is growing on me, now that I know she's not who I thought she was, but she does need to take a Midol.
Who is the real MamaM.
I love her even though I don't understand what she types half the time.
Too cryptic.
I prefer more direct, like tits and shit.
Real basic stuff.
That how I roll but not necessarily how I pinch.
tits.
I liked Evonne Goologong's name.
Whatever happened to that woman named JP on the Gong Show that would show here tits? I loved her.
tits.
What happened to the sex change tennis player?
She was my favorite player, Titus. She wore such feminine tennis dresses. And it seemed like she floated across the tennis court; she was that graceful.
Juicy Jaye P Morgan
This is an epic thread.
Hugs all around!
Wer weiss, ob wir uns wiedersehen am kuhlen Trooperstrände?
Trooper York said:
Chickie you are killing me with your avatar.
Did you miss when I first strapped it on the other day? Darcy was talking about pie and she said that cherry was her favorite. She reminded me of the cherry pies I ate as a kid. I did it for Darcy!
But the avatar change was quite incidental without forethought. Kinda like my screen name, chickenlittle. I changed it once to El Pollo Real when I was feeling more mature. Then I changed it again to chickelit to match my Twitter handle (chickenlittle was taken). But I've never been anybody else. I don't think I'd be capable and I'm not talented enough to hide it.
I knew MamaM was a she. She left too many nice comments at my blog when she still went there.
Wieso sollen wir nicht einander weidersehen?
Wohin gehen wir dann, Tim, schwimmbaden?
Well, damn Chickie, you could've said MamaM wasn't a he about 75 comments ago.
@Troop: You see I can't go back to my old blue avatar quite yet (especially around here) because the color reminds me of something which hurt very bad.
Is there a full moon?
Allie Oop said...
Well, damn Chickie, you could've said MamaM wasn't a he about 75 comments ago.
Would you have believed me?
Yes, I would've . I trust first, question later, maybe that's backwards.
You may be a better person than I, Allie.
Else it's my ingrained scientific training.
Feb 7 is the next full moon. New moon is this Monday. This is important information for me. There is a spot in the Smokey Mtns., Newfound Gap, where you get a spectacular view eastward and, just up the road, an equally spectacular view westward.
So, when there is a full moon approaching, the possibility is high of getting pictures of a sunset, then moving up the road about 1/2 mile and setting up to get a shot of the full moon rising. February 7 is my next target date. We were socked in with rain in January and I had to call it off last minute.
Newfound Gap was the epicenter of a small earthquake a few years back. We felt the tremors here. A couple of days later, we went up to see if there was any damage. Slight. One of the cool things was to drive by the overhanging rocks, and through the tunnels, daring the rocks to shift and fall. It's happened before in our neck of the woods.
The best spot to get a sunset shot is almost always occupied by at least one shutterbug with a tripod, waiting for that magic moment. Time and gas being precious commodities these days, it's nice to try to make one trip and get shots of two events.
Sunrise shots are for the truly committed. I have to leave the house around 4:30 to get up there and set up. Last time I went, it was fogged in, and I got nothing but some eerie shots. The wind was so strong, the updrafts were lifting my tripod up and I had to chase it as it skittered across the parking lot.
As far as the implied connection between the nuttiness of this thread and the full moon, I think we're just basically whacko. Although, I do notice that the full moon does affect the level of stupidity. I would wager almost anyone who works with the public can attest to that.
Windbag, that sounds positively beautiful. Cold Mountain is one of my favorite reads and film. I think of North Carolina and the Smokey Mountains and the story of the Civil War soldier and his exploits getting back home to the Smokey Mountains.
We are all Lunatics from time to time, makes life very interesting, no?
Victims, by Phillip Paludan, is a riveting book about the Shelton Laurel massacre in these hills during the (un)Civil War (a.k.a. the War of Northern Aggression). It's a short book, and won't take long to read.
Mr. Paludan lectured on his book while I was in college. You should have seen the place. People packed into the room to hear what he had to say. They came equipped with ancient notebooks, family Bibles, rubber-banded note cards, whatever.
After his lecture, he opened it up for questions. Holy freakin' cow. I thought we were going to fight the War again. The descendents of the victims were on each other like a hobo on a ham sandwich. Pure entertainment and a shocking realization that events from another world could stir up that kind of emotion.
@Allie: You see, If I lived in Wisconsin, I'd probably fall head over heels for you. We could speak our beloved German (and I mean that utterly sincerely) together somehow. I'd adore your style of cooking and look the other way regarding your politics.
But we're here in the blogosphere. So we must live according to its rule.
Pure entertainment and a shocking realization that events from another world could stir up that kind of emotion.
Emotion is a powerful energy, capable of stirring up all kinds of weird behavior from seemingly thoughtful humans.
Once again, Trooper York's odd integrity, which appears to run true under all that's said and done here at the Big Top, is much appreciated.
You know what? I care about the commenters here. Call me silly. I am. :)
I want to explain why I would react to MamaM like I have. At least a little. There is a history there, and so I'm going to plead context without going into detail.
Please pay attention to the "something unsettled inside you" comment. Believe me when I tell you that it is not a throw away comment by MamaM. It's a deep dig, and I felt it. Not the first one. Well done.
From now on, I'll avoid him, though. I don't call many people rude pricks, and it feels ugly, but I'm letting it stand because it's real. I also understand, of course, that everyone here is fully free to have their own opinions and comraderies with whom they choose. As it should be, and there will be no offense taken on my behalf.
OK, I'm going to ask outright, who the hell is MamaM? I don't really care if someone wants a SockPuppet and to play these games if it doesn't become personal and hurtful. I have had interactions with MamaM several times since coming here to Troopers blog and most times it has been contentious. WHY?
I like quirky people , MamaM is witty and an interesting read, but again why the bite? For what purpose?
Darcy, I trust you and your judgment of MamaM's character. I'm not taking offense on your behalf Darcy, but what you have said rings true.
I apologized for my rudeness to MamaM because I thought he/she was a certain gardener from a strange and foreign land. I was unnecessarily hasty in my attitude.
However, I do find his/her comments cryptic, barbed, and pointed. The one Darcy referenced seemed way too personal. Although I have no idea what was going on, it just came across as having gone too far.
There are far too many creeps on the inner tubes, so I try to be careful not to be intrusive and creepy. Being a smartass is another thing altogether. I don't really get the sock puppet gig, but it can be funny. Whoever EBL is, it's a hilarious act.
Like Darcy, I do find myself caring about total strangers on-line. I'm tickled that Trooper is going to be famous and I'm honored that I'll be one of the little people whom he forgets one day (not really, Trooper won't change, I'll wager). There are other sites and other personalities whom I admire and find myself rooting for...not just here.
I don't think I have a coherent conclusion to all that. That's just what I think. Who is MamaM? I don't know that it matters. Who is windbag? Your best friend or worst enemy or just a guy sitting naked in a bean bag chair eating Cheetos watching television.
Dang Windbag, I hope you wipe off that beanbag after sitting on it naked, or at least warn visitors. ;)
Not that I'm implying your personal hygiene is lacking or anything, oh never mind.
Who cares??
He has CHEETOS!!! :P
For Darcy
Allie, I don't have visitors, because even my friends don't like me.
Allie: Meiner Meinung nach, ist MamaM le nom de plume eines bekannten Blogger. Ich glaube nicht, nennen sie eine "Sockpuppet," weil sie sich keine Mühe, eine andere Rolle als die ihrer tatsächlichen Persönlichkeit spielen lässt. Als Darcy weiß, ist ihre Persönlichkeit in der Tat ziemlich böse.
Subtrahieren Sie die sinnvolle Nummer 13 von "MM", um ihre wahre Initialen zu entdecken.
Bloße Hypothese, TT
Und können wir nicht das Du hier?
MM 13 13. MM minus 13 = M. So MamaM is M? M is ?
CL - is there a typo in your most recent comment?
Ja, eine Hypothese. Haben Sie eine bessere?
Was mich betrifft, als Popeye sagt: "I yam who I yam."
CL - is there a typo in your most recent comment?
Perhaps there is. I do it in English too.
Ich frage, weil Google translate nicht bilden ist ein anständiger englischer Aussage aus ihm heraus.
Yeah!
Subtrahieren Sie die Nummer 13 aus JEDEM Buchstaben die Initialen "MM" zu entdecken, meiner Meinung nach die wirklichen Initialen.
Und ich dachte, mein alter deutscher Professor war ein Pedant ....
Er mag, haben aber 13 minus 13 ist gleich Null. Wenn aber wir zwölf subtrahieren von jedem wir am Ende mit A A. Sie, die nicht so genannt.
Hey I won't even try to say this in German, you two speak German better than I. OK I have two guesses, both blogger's with the initials MM, one a well known ANGRY type, one a housewife with five kids (which might be a good reason to be crabby).
I'm still stumped.
Oppie, I took one week of German in 1966. In my travels in Germany I found that was insufficient to allow me to blend in. What I am trying to say is I have no German. Will never have any. Kann die Sprache nicht sprechen. Ohne Google übersetzen würde ich nur sprechen aus meinem Zarathustra.
I do fine in countries where a Romance language is spoken. France, Italy, Mexico. Did fine in Japan, for whatever reason. Scotland was a bit dicey - God only know wha they be speakin' up there, Lassie!
As a musician, I'm counting 13 letters INCLUSIVELY, as one does note names when referring to intervals:
A=1
B=2
C=3
D=4
E=5
etc.
A minor second is two oboes in unison.
There really isn't a good German word for "obtuse," although "stumpf" comes close.
Das Ego ist ein anderes Wort für Blindheit.
Which makes M 13. Minus 13, zero. Or perhaps the alphabet wraps around and zero is Zed.
All well and good, but we have gained no understanding of MamaM. Some say she is who she says she is. Some say she is M*ade. Some say she is 1 1. I have no way to know. Facts are not in evidence. Supposition, innuendo, guesses, games - but no facts.
TT posts under his own name. That alone makes him unique here.
Sixty, du hast recht. 11 . Ich hab Kopfschmertzen.
The ego when stroked too often can make you blind.
Vielleicht eine Ibuprofen und keine Troop helfen würde ...
MamaM is a palindrome. Is that a clue? May a moody baby doom a yam?
Kann ich einfach weiter, bis ich eine Brille brauche?
Ja woll, I gehe zuruck zu Meine DVD , Rome. Vielleicht eine grosse tasse tee mit rum.
The spelling may be f*cked up on that, oh well.
What's an umlaut between friends, after all? Do carry on.
I enjoyed that, windbag. :)
Ich, not I , haha, you missed that Sixty, gotcha!
MamaM is far too concerned with others' egos. Motes and beams and all that.
But we certainly all should be humble before God.
OTOH, if someone lectures me to be humble before equally flawed, sinful human beings, that person really ought to go stick it up his or her ass.
I believe, as an essential part of the old-fashioned idea of "manners," in giving each person his due. It is good to praise people when warranted, and equally good to be slow to condemn. Motes and beams, etc.
Those who are overly concerned with the size of other people's egos are often afraid of the tender, bloated condition of their own. Why else would they fear injury by the slightest collision with something more compact and better-made?
Oopie, I have been letting misspellings go for a while. Well, I did correct that one in Russian not long ago - that was pure ego on my behalf - I knew the correct spelling and by golly I had to let others know.
You actually speak German. I cut and paste in Google translate. Far be it from me to mention anything other than an umlaut, which I think is a funny word.
I humbly bow to your knowledge.
It's a difficult balance, isn't it, Tim? We've kind of had this discussion here before, but on the one hand, we are required to judge, aren't we? On some level. Right or wrong kind of judging.
But the "I would *never* do that!" kind of thing. "I'm above that." It's all part of "I'm better than you." That's crap.
I know that I am capable of it all under the right circumstances.
The ego when stroked too often can make you blind.
I just can't lego my ego!
And I am in awe of anyone who can speak and understand another language.
I know that I am capable of it all under the right circumstances.
I was preaching at my church once (I'm not a pastor), and I made the comment, "I'm a dark and twisted soul." Mostly stunned silence from the congregation at the butt-ulgy honesty, but one young man laughed out loud. He was an employee and he knew I was dead serious and spot on. Humans are nasty creatures.
Und können wir nicht das Du hier?
There's a verb missing Sixty. A typical error on my part. I was asking whether we couldn't use the familiar form here.
In one of the "Last Letters From Stalingrad" a young German soldier writes a scathing letter to his father who is a general. You can't tell in the English translation, but near the end, the writer switches from the familiar to the formal verb form to signal their estrangement and to underscore how he blames his father for his impending death. link
You totally get me, windbag. Thank you.
@MamaM, I don't believe that you are anyone but who you say you are or aren't. For what what's worth, I've always found you to be rather kind. We probably do screw around with words and double entendre too much, but I think it's fun and have no urge to stop.
Windbag does sound like an interesting guy, Darcy. And you are very sweet too.
I wonder, is this the longest thread in Trooper history? Titus, Deep Thoughts may be a truly epic thread.
Windbag, you seem to decent a human being to be labeling yourself as someone who's own friends don't like him and as a dark and twisted soul.
Does anybody remember playing spin the bottle as a teen, or truth or dare?
Allie,
This may be the fastest growing living thread. I think Troop's record is still this truly epic thread.
I never played spin the bottle, Allie. But truth or dare. I remember once I had to eat soap on a dare and it got all stuck in my braces. I was gagging for a while. Ick. :)
Chickie, whoa, holy sheet!
Ew Darcy I would've taken a truth on that one, lol.
What a thread - and check out who was commenting there. Even 珊珊李 made it in right at the end. I sure do miss him. Her. Whatever...
Was that thread for real? Did Trooper actually leave for a while? I have to read through that one all the way to the end someday soon.
That one was dated April 1, 2009. I think the date says it all.
Ah, I see, LMAO, he got you all GOOD!
Whew boy. I'm so tempted to say something right now, but so shouldn't.
I just want to know if it means that a certain someone is done entertaining conspiracy theories for the day...
Thank you, chickenlittle. What I said about you in the beginning of this thread stands as true. The use of the word luster (to light, illumine, make bright) was deliberate.
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