Wow. That was fun. I just spilled a whole bunch of bleu cheese dressing on my keyboard at work.
I will not say anything. I will not say anything. I will not say anything. I will not say anything. I will not say anything I will not say anything I will not say anything I will not say anything I will not say anything.
If the Titus quote chickelit clipped doesn't generate a new "Deep Thoughts" post, I'll really start to fear that some prankster put a shark in the pool at the Seatuck Inn.
I was looking at recent posts here and Troop's MTBP is all over the map. Well, actually, that's not right - the mean time is just one number, but there have been times he has gone 6 days without posting.
Let's hope he's not taking his search for Bissage too seriously.
Yes I wore a nursing cap , but only once at my graduation ceremony, with was lovely. We walked down the aisle with our white uniforms, caps and a candle. It was hokey, bu my mother loved it. I went to a Catholic university here in Milwaukee
Nuns used to yell at us, back in those days, yes even in college.
The Poisson distribution can be applied to systems with a large number of possible events, each of which is rare. A classic example is the nuclear decay of atoms or Troop posting something new.
The Poisson distribution is sometimes called a Poissonian, analogous to the term Gaussian for a Gauss or normal distribution. It later was known as Trooponian, but no one knows why.
Bissage was a premeadial admirer of Althouse link. One day he just up and left. Trooper did an investigation in these very pages and serialized it. I'll try and get you a link.
Nathan Alexander just said I was some sort of Leftie operative, something about some blue book, something about using some "technique". I'm kind of flattered.
Well, using my inductive skills (yeah, I should change my name to Henry) I figured out what happened to EBL. He went inside that craptastic WI FLR building and it fell down, crushing him to death.
God actually said you were the best commenter over at Althouse and I should le you know that you would be missed I you were to dissapear, Chickie. He called you the clucker, I said you were the Royal Clucker.
AllieOop said... God actually said you were the best commenter over at Althouse and I should le you know that you would be missed I you were to dissapear, Chickie
Nathan Alexander just said I was some sort of Leftie operative, something about some blue book, something about using some "technique". I'm kind of flattered.
Oooooooo really! Is he cute??? Has he been privy to the Full Moo?? Is he techniquely inclined?
Hopefully, news of AllieOop's current condition will be relayed and he will in the future be kind and tasteful and thoughtful enough not to say anything more inflammatory to get her bowels in any further uproar.
Even if he's the sort who only knows half of what he's talking about, the first and last lines of the article linked were enough to cover the board:
...sly self-referential gamesmanship leaps off the cover: the very title itself is a wink-wink-nudge-nudge ironic-but-not-really reference...The book’s real underlying message is this: We liberals are morally superior to our nasty and small-minded opponents; if everyone could just see what was in our hearts, we’d be more popular than those mean old conservatives.
[Troop just sent me the following email. He's going to be pissed that I cut and pasted it but here goes]:
Hey Bruce.
No worries. I'm just hanging around the shop, still filling orders. Blake is right--we are getting stinking rich.
MamaM emailed me about Allie. She is mostly just kidding around about Allie and just likes to bust her balls. I know that doesn't sound right but WTF, Norton?
It's funny about Allie and Ritmo. I think I know what they're up to. He called me after Sixty posted my number and we talked on the phone for an hour. More about that later--maybe I'll even do a post about them.
You and I both love Blake and Darcy. You can't find two more decent people on the internets.
Hey, check out the new commercial on the TLC website. It comes on after the first one where there is a box with "other videos." I want to put it on Trooper York but I can't figure it out yet.
We just found out that Lisa will be on PBS with Michelle Obama to discuss positive body images. It looks they are cutting me out of most of the live interviews because they really just want to promote Lisa. Which is fine by me. This way I don't have to worry about me saying the wrong thing.
I hope you are enjoying the blog. You and Chip are doing a great job keeping everybody rolling on the floor. See, you guys don't really even need me. Enjoy!
Well Chip I am from Wisconsin so I always enjoy the deep fried shrimp served at your local supper club. I also love shrimp scampi, cocktail shrimp, shrimp dijon, butterfly shrimp.
Hi Titus! From Clam Sammies to Presh Shrimp, you've been adorbs today. How you and I missed the Most Decent People on the Internet Award by a whisker is a mystery though. I probably haven't been as vigilant with the dipilation as you, which might have lowered the score. At least the moby moo with the hairy legs and swishy tale wasn't nominated.
I'll have you know my legs aren't hairy! My swishy tale IS adorbs though. I don't need to be mentioned to know I'm loved, neither do you Mama dear.
Allie-dearest-Opp I hardly see how a general comment made to Titus has anything to do with you, but if you wish to own up to overies, swishy tales and wishful prinking, be my guest, be my guest, be my guest.
Just returned from Jo-Ann's Fabrics in Woodbury, Mn., where I purchased some foam pads and some black marine vinyl, then on to Menards where I bought 2 24" x 24" 3/4" thick oak plywood. I need to make a new seat and back rest for my John Deere crawler/dozer.
I'm not sure what my numbers are at the moment, Chick, but they weren't bad in February, and I'm hoping that at my next exam they will be most excellent.
Do you glue and tack? Staple gun. It shows on the underside and I should glue a strip of something around to cover the staples but it works and you don't see when the lid is down.
Jo Ann's is 30 miles away. It would probably be a good place to use my favorite line: "Do you come here often?"
I use DAP-Weldwood contact cement. Paint both surfaces with a paint brush, let dry until wetness is gone (10 minutes), then press both pieces together, and it is stuck, stuck, stuck. This time, I'll also use tacks.
I used to use decorative upholstery nails to attach raw hide to drums that I built. Very stylish, but not appropriate for a bulldozer. Or even a cow dozer.
How about movies made by Barry Levinson. I'm watching The Natural right now - and that reminded me that back when I was turning baseball bats I collected a piece of oak from a tree that was struck by lightning. I wonder if I turned a bat out of that whether my career as a ball player would magically improve.
Okay, I just remembered another film I couldn't stand, Up. Dragging a house with you on a hike? Tie that son of a gun down, come back for it later. Evil talking dogs? Really? I will say that whoever programmed the dogs really showed some understanding of canine behavior, but the rest of the movie was an abomination.
I mean...you're all brilliant. I just smile and shake my head at your puns and quips. Some of it goes over my head, but when it does, I throw a lasso over it and hang onto it until I can Google. And then sometimes I still don't get it. But! I feel blessed by your sharing of your brain power here.
If I hang around, will I gain some by osmosis? (Don't answer that. :) )
You are correct, Blake. Either that or I am an embittered old divorced guy who thinks Ed Asner has hit the jackpot and just needs to get over himself.
As a former backpacker in the High Sierras, I always tried to keep my load as light as possible. Never though of hiking to a waterfall towing a house behind me. That goes more to my lack of imagination than anything else, I reckon.
And I sometimes I really dislike being manipulated by films. It took me years to get past the blatant manipulation of Forrest Gump to see the deeper message, that life truly is like a box of chocolates. I did not know that before.
Man, I had to delete that comment - was not focused when I wrote it.
You got it, CL. I was watching The Natural, which has ol' Lumpy Face and Boo in it. Didn't see what happens, not sure I care.
But before that I watched The Sting (it must have been Robert Redford night or something). Not sure where I would rank that film - it is entertaining, good music, great actors, if not acting, nice period piece, but somehow less than satisfying.
And around here we allow our mockingbirds to fly, be free, multiply and raise baby mockers. Bumper crop this year, I must say.
@oopie - I can be the old guy who yells at kids to get off his yard. I'm a natural. Or I could be Mr. Natural. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Thanks Chickie, my grandkids had to go home because my daughter thought they'd be a burden on me while I'm having this flare up, it's getting hot again, had to turn on my air, I can't eat anything that doesn't upset my stomach right now and I'm bored, bad combination, usually spells trouble, my middle name.
Speaking of hot, we are now under a severe drought, they upgraded it. And to make matters worse, we will be up in the triple digits again by Tuesday, the weather this summer totally sucks, my lake is beginning to stink.
I believe that people should be able to stomach their own remarks. If they can't then maybe they shouldn't have written them? I rarely delete, unless I make an error that (a) changes the intended meaning and (b) is not somehow funny.
I haven't seen him/ her yet. I've just been referred to a group of Gastroeneterologists, then on to the Endocrinologist for the enlarged Adrenal gland, then on to the Immunologist.
My iPhone weather app shows that Madison is supposed to get showers on Saturday. But it showed the same thing twice when I was back and it never rained.
The weather app is only accurate in SoCal and Hawaii.
It's the impulsiveness that needs to be checked in myself. I often say things I regret, but half the battle is to be able to regret things. Some people never seem to feel regret.
Oh! You guys are going to love this. My niece at her new job with Caterpillar. She's just started her new job there as a packaging engineer. Here she is getting acquainted with one of their products. Link
A long time friend of mine has been a packaging engineer for 30 years now. His description of most projects usually ends up being "10 pounds of sh*t in a 5 pound bag".
My Dutch F-I-L has been a packaging engineer for going on 50 years now. He knows everybody in the industry, and has worked around the world. He's in Asia now, a couple years shy of retiring.
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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«Oldest ‹Older 401 – 569 of 569I fucking love going to Clam Shacks in the summer.
One of them in Ipswich is actually shaped like a Clam Box.
The food is deep fried heaven. Right from the ocean, many times on the same day it was caught. No frozen shit.
Unfortunately, I can't go to Clam Shacks with the hubby because there is nothing on the menu he would eat.
Have I mentioned that finding Vege food and non Vege food restaurants can cause much pain?
There is only so much Panera Bread, Thai, Indian, and Vegetarian restaurants one can handle.
No italian or seafood or mexican restaurants ever.
And he eats his green salads with no dressing, that is just wrong.
First it was tits; now a clam box?
Titus, have you considered the possibility that you're not actually gay?
Titus testified: Unfortunately, I can't go to Clam Shacks with the hubby because there is nothing on the menu he would eat.
I think that about clenches it, Chip.
"Clam Shackle" would be a nice riff, BTW Titus.
Yup.
Wow. That was fun. I just spilled a whole bunch of bleu cheese dressing on my keyboard at work.
Klutz.
You guys really don't want me as a nurse!
And speaking of those hats - I loved the hats they used to wear. Allie, did you ever wear one?
Ipswich is for tourists.
The best clams are in Quahog, RI.
That wiki lies about the meaning of "quahog," tho.
Wow. That was fun. I just spilled a whole bunch of bleu cheese dressing on my keyboard at work.
I will not say anything. I will not say anything. I will not say anything. I will not say anything. I will not say anything I will not say anything I will not say anything I will not say anything I will not say anything.
Darcy said...
Wow. That was fun. I just spilled a whole bunch of bleu cheese dressing on my keyboard at work.
That reminds me of the time Tiggy took one for the team when you laughed too hard.
I see you workin' there Chip S.
If the Titus quote chickelit clipped doesn't generate a new "Deep Thoughts" post, I'll really start to fear that some prankster put a shark in the pool at the Seatuck Inn.
I was looking at recent posts here and Troop's MTBP is all over the map. Well, actually, that's not right - the mean time is just one number, but there have been times he has gone 6 days without posting.
Let's hope he's not taking his search for Bissage too seriously.
Yes I wore a nursing cap , but only once at my graduation ceremony, with was lovely. We walked down the aisle with our white uniforms, caps and a candle. It was hokey, bu my mother loved it. I went to a Catholic university here in Milwaukee
Nuns used to yell at us, back in those days, yes even in college.
60--It looks like his posts are following a poisson process, in which the mean arrivals per period and the variance are equal.
Picture or it didn't happen.
Okay, I'm kidding...
Who is this Bissage person, and of what significance?
I'll drink to that, Chip S., just not poisson.
Sounds fishy.
f(k,lambda)=lambda^k e^{-lambda) over k!
k!, she bang, she bang bang bang...
The Poisson distribution can be applied to systems with a large number of possible events, each of which is rare. A classic example is the nuclear decay of atoms or Troop posting something new.
The Poisson distribution is sometimes called a Poissonian, analogous to the term Gaussian for a Gauss or normal distribution. It later was known as Trooponian, but no one knows why.
Bissage used to comment here and at TOP. Then he stopped. Not in a Ritmo I'm titrating my meds this week kind of way, he just vanished.
Troop had a series of posts about the search for Bissage, but now we need to send the PI out to look for Troop.
Bissage was a premeadial admirer of Althouse link. One day he just up and left. Trooper did an investigation in these very pages and serialized it. I'll try and get you a link.
Thanks, 60 & chickie.
Based on that "Bissage Day" thing, my guess would be that Meade had him killed.
Needs an "Althouse is a slut" tag.
Troops's series is mostly here.
I think we should get Nick Spinelli on the case of the missing shopkeeper.
Call (718) 246 5337, ask for Jim.
I tried the number, Sixty, but all I get is a Lionel Ritchie recording: Hello?
You cannot be serious!
I tried 631-325-3300.
Somebody answered, but all he said was "Here's Johnny!"
Know who else is missing?
ricpic
also EBL
It's quiet.
Too quiet.
All are on the mother ship I tell ya.
EBL posted something weird and hung up...didn't even respond to my comments.
Anybody here felt an urge to sculpt with mashed potatoes lately?
Nathan Alexander just said I was some sort of Leftie operative, something about some blue book, something about using some "technique". I'm kind of flattered.
I'm getting scared.
Hold me, Darcy!
Well, I just compared you to an electromagnetic device.
How flattering is that?
Did someone beckon?
Rendezvous at Devils Tower!
Chip S. said...
Anybody here felt an urge to sculpt with mashed potatoes lately?
As a matter of fact, I did about two months ago and it involved Ritmo: link
Darcy said...
Did someone beckon?
Woo-hoo! Jackpot!
Is it too much to ask you to put on the nurse's outfit?
Ritmo is a genius. I can only view these types in awe and reverence.
Chickie, you're pretty brilliant yourself, ya know.
Well, using my inductive skills (yeah, I should change my name to Henry) I figured out what happened to EBL. He went inside that craptastic WI FLR building and it fell down, crushing him to death.
So long, he cow, we hardly knew ye.
God actually said you were the best commenter over at Althouse and I should le you know that you would be missed I you were to dissapear, Chickie. He called you the clucker, I said you were the Royal Clucker.
Are we Lost?
Sometimes I really hate my iPad.
Yes, Lost! And Trooper is behind the scenes, pulling all the strings.
AllieOop said...
God actually said you were the best commenter over at Althouse and I should le you know that you would be missed I you were to dissapear, Chickie
I very flattering threat! Give him my regards.
Are we Lost?
For the moment!
I love lobster rolls on a hot toasted and buttered hot dog bun.
Fucking divine.
Huge chunks of lobster, mayonnaise, a side of slaw, hush puppies. Heaven.
I also love shrimp, scallops, haddock, cod and lake perch from Scony.
tits.
Troop's piling up the cash.
Pretty soon, he'll be so rich, he'll have someone to come comment and post for him.
Nathan Alexander just said I was some sort of Leftie operative, something about some blue book, something about using some "technique". I'm kind of flattered.
Oooooooo really! Is he cute??? Has he been privy to the Full Moo?? Is he techniquely inclined?
Hopefully, news of AllieOop's current condition will be relayed and he will in the future be kind and tasteful and thoughtful enough not to say anything more inflammatory to get her bowels in any further uproar.
Even if he's the sort who only knows half of what he's talking about, the first and last lines of the article linked were enough to cover the board:
...sly self-referential gamesmanship leaps off the cover: the very title itself is a wink-wink-nudge-nudge ironic-but-not-really reference...The book’s real underlying message is this: We liberals are morally superior to our nasty and small-minded opponents; if everyone could just see what was in our hearts, we’d be more popular than those mean old conservatives.
[exterior shot, a villa in the French countryside...
a man reclines at poolside, attended to by three beautiful women in bikinis]
1st woman: Ooooh la-la, M'sieur Troop-aire. Zoze eyebwows! Zay ahr zo finely .... how you zay en anglais? Threaded?
Trooper York: Yes, Brigitte, I know. I am a man in full. Now be a little bon-bon and post something for me at my old blog.
Something that will occupy those poor dumb bastards for a few days.
I know. Lemme take a pic of you on your knees, bending toward the camera so that your tits hang halfway out.
They'll never figure out Whose That Girl.
Hahahahaha!
Now Yvette...fetch me some champagne, toot sweet. I think today we'll have some of the 1996 Grande Dame.
And Fifi... let's finish that massage with some of that sensual jasmine lotion .
[fade out]
[fast pan to the door, which flies open revealing Lisa with a rolling pin]
L: So this is where you've been hiding, you little woim!
T: But honey, dese Frenchy broads don't mean nuttin to me, I sweah!
L: Don't give me that "honey" crap, you measly low down... wheah did you find dese huas, anyway?
T: Dey was included wit de rental!
L: In that case, let's make good use of 'em - youse goils, go fix us some drinks!
[scene ends with peace restored to the Troop household]
Oh Mama, now you quit that Pranking, ya hear? You cute little Discordian, you. Mooooo Chao.
A German, a Frenchman, and an Italian walk into a bar, and the Italian says: "Have you seen Trooper?" and the bartender says: "No."
Lisa: she's a woooaaah!
[Troop just sent me the following email. He's going to be pissed that I cut and pasted it but here goes]:
Hey Bruce.
No worries. I'm just hanging around the shop, still filling orders. Blake is right--we are getting stinking rich.
MamaM emailed me about Allie.
She is mostly just kidding around about Allie and just likes to bust her balls. I know that doesn't sound right but WTF, Norton?
It's funny about Allie and Ritmo. I think I know what they're up to. He called me after Sixty posted my number and we talked on the phone for an hour. More about that later--maybe I'll even do a post about them.
You and I both love Blake and Darcy. You can't find two more decent people on the internets.
Hey, check out the new commercial on the TLC website. It comes on after the first one where there is a box with "other videos." I want to put it on Trooper York but I can't figure it out yet.
We just found out that Lisa will be on PBS with Michelle Obama to discuss positive body images. It looks they are cutting me out of most of the live interviews because they really just want to promote Lisa. Which is fine by me. This way I don't have to worry about me saying the wrong thing.
I hope you are enjoying the blog. You and Chip are doing a great job keeping everybody rolling on the floor. See, you guys don't really even need me. Enjoy!
All the best,
Jim
WELL! I don't know what to say.
Except to say, yes we do too need you Trooper!
Don't say it in Russian.
Don't say it in German
Say it in broken English
Sixty fucked up.
How so, Sixty?
Can you imagine talking to that crazy fucker for an hour? Or Ritmo, for that matter!
I also enjoy lobster claws, crab legs, saddle of frogs, ginger prawns, clams whole belly.
Never had cows balls.
Some of my italian friends love tripe.
Have had Moo Goo Guy's Long Pain and Sum Hung Young Guy.
tits.
Some of my italian friends love tripe.
I ate tripe once in a cafeteria in Zurich. It was rubbery and almost made me gag. Fennel too. I hate fennel. I'm OK with most everything else.
@Sixty, LOL. I think you got my number some how.
When I moved out east I had to learn all these new dishes with odd endings:
Clams Casino
Dion
Marsala
Oscar
And so many more.
We only had spaghetti with ragu at my house.
tits.
How many ways do you like shrimp, Titus?
"Never had Cow balls.
Have had Moo Goo Guy's Long Pain and Sum Hung Young Guy."
Titus, that was pretty funny.
Moo Goo Guy's Long Pain
Is "long pain" code for French bread? I need a translator.
French bread = Gallic loaf?
That's a relief. You guys were startin' to worry me.
Oh Mama, now you quit that Pranking, ya hear? You cute little Discordian, you. Mooooo Chao.
Ya know, it's hard to tell what comes first at the farm, the prinking or the pranking.
There are two completely unrelated meanings for the word, prinking. Which one are you using? I do one all the time, the other never.
I am currently listening to Duos (12) for 2 horns (or 2 basset horns, "Kegelduette") by Wolfie.
That is appropriate music for what's going on here.
"Kegelduette") by Wolfie.
If I were a chick I'd be doing Kegels too. If I were Allen, I'd be doing Leinenkegels. But I respect his decision to dry out.
How are your numbers, Allen?
I'm working on a Titus impression.
Try doing that prostrate.
Sixty Grit said...
Try doing that prostrate.
I'm prone to cramps and it's hard to reach unless I'm face down, natch
Cramps are a vise.
Well Chip I am from Wisconsin so I always enjoy the deep fried shrimp served at your local supper club. I also love shrimp scampi, cocktail shrimp, shrimp dijon, butterfly shrimp.
I do not care for small baby shrimp though.
I want my shrimp big or jumbo.
Hi Mamam!
From,
the gay.
tits.
Hi Titus! From Clam Sammies to Presh Shrimp, you've been adorbs today. How you and I missed the Most Decent People on the Internet Award by a whisker is a mystery though. I probably haven't been as vigilant with the dipilation as you, which might have lowered the score. At least the moby moo with the hairy legs and swishy tale wasn't nominated.
I'll have you know my legs aren't hairy! My swishy tale IS adorbs though. I don't need to be mentioned to know I'm loved, neither do you Mama dear.
And I'm not Moby Dick.
Nor do I have balls to bust. You may try to bust my overies though.
That would be ovaries. My ovaries are over, they've done a wonderful job all these years, now they deserve a rest.
Balls never sleep.
Busting "heuvos" is a good unisex term for it.
Favorite song off a favorite 80's album: I Can't Be Counted On. Rock-out guitar jam starting at 3min 10s
"huevos" not "heuvos"
Dipthongs usually spell trouble.
I'll have you know my legs aren't hairy! My swishy tale IS adorbs though. I don't need to be mentioned to know I'm loved, neither do you Mama dear.
Allie-dearest-Opp I hardly see how a general comment made to Titus has anything to do with you, but if you wish to own up to overies, swishy tales and wishful prinking, be my guest, be my guest, be my guest.
Speedo Gonzalez.
#buttinski Prinking sounds like a common feminine foible, Allie.
Oysops Foibles.
Foibles Bergère
Ohhhhhh, you were addressing Titus? Well, then nevvverr mind. RRD
Guts Off Flow Bergere Madame's Overies.
Between foible and forte lies the middle.
500!
Today, Flaubert lies in Rouen.
Did you guys know that Nellie Olsen moved to NYC on the tele show Little House on the Prairie.
I am kind of like Nellie Olsen.
tits.
Are you a nervous Nellie, Titus?
…Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd Bissage lies…
...And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Rouen happens.
Just returned from Jo-Ann's Fabrics in Woodbury, Mn., where I purchased some foam pads and some black marine vinyl, then on to Menards where I bought 2 24" x 24" 3/4" thick oak plywood. I need to make a new seat and back rest for my John Deere crawler/dozer.
I'm not sure what my numbers are at the moment, Chick, but they weren't bad in February, and I'm hoping that at my next exam they will be most excellent.
"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards the couch to be bored?"
MamaM said...
Between foible and forte lies the middle.
Somewhere between synthesis and analysis lies metathesis.
Allen: It's odd, but I went a Jo-Anne's too to buy fabric and foam padding to make a bench seat for my daughter's tack box.
Chick, I was the only man in the store. That was my first time there. Big store.
I love Jo Anne's, I could spend hours there and at Steins Garden Center.
Do you glue and tack? When I restored my 1966 Austin Healey 3000, I bought the interior kit and new convertible top and did all of the work.
I have never been to Jo Ann Fabric so there.
Well girlfriend, you don't know what you're missing!
I am no good at cooking, home interior, gardening, or any so called gay shit.
I am pretty butch.
tits.
I was thinking of joining christian mingle or hannity dates.
Nooo, Titus, Christian Mingle? Before you know it they will be praying away your gay.
Do you glue and tack? Staple gun. It shows on the underside and I should glue a strip of something around to cover the staples but it works and you don't see when the lid is down.
@Allen: If I were single and on the prowl, I would hang out at Jo Anne's stores. Those women are dexterious.
Ambidexterious if you are lucky.
Able to handle girth?
Jo Ann's is 30 miles away. It would probably be a good place to use my favorite line: "Do you come here often?"
I use DAP-Weldwood contact cement. Paint both surfaces with a paint brush, let dry until wetness is gone (10 minutes), then press both pieces together, and it is stuck, stuck, stuck. This time, I'll also use tacks.
"Hi, my name is AllenS. I made my own underpants. Wanna see 'em?" That would be another good line. Kinda breaks the ice right away.
Those aren't tax, those are penalties.
Oops, my bad.
I used to use decorative upholstery nails to attach raw hide to drums that I built. Very stylish, but not appropriate for a bulldozer. Or even a cow dozer.
Use the word crawler. It's gender neutral.
"Hi, my name is AllenS. I have to custom make my own underpants. Wanna see 'em?"
That might floor a couple of the ladies. They might even volunteer to sew the wrapper.
Oh, now I see what you did.
See everyone tomorrow.
How about movies made by Barry Levinson. I'm watching The Natural right now - and that reminded me that back when I was turning baseball bats I collected a piece of oak from a tree that was struck by lightning. I wonder if I turned a bat out of that whether my career as a ball player would magically improve.
Yeah, it wouldn't.
Lathed lightning wood deciduously turn out differently.
I have no encore. Good night peoples.
Good nigh Chicky.
Sweet, republican dreams.
tits.
Boo Radley, red ford.
Okay, I just remembered another film I couldn't stand, Up. Dragging a house with you on a hike? Tie that son of a gun down, come back for it later. Evil talking dogs? Really? I will say that whoever programmed the dogs really showed some understanding of canine behavior, but the rest of the movie was an abomination.
Sixty!
Tell the opening montage didn't make you cry, you heartless bastard!
The house was a metaphor, dude.
Awww, Troop! Kind of him.
And you guys!
I mean...you're all brilliant. I just smile and shake my head at your puns and quips. Some of it goes over my head, but when it does, I throw a lasso over it and hang onto it until I can Google. And then sometimes I still don't get it. But! I feel blessed by your sharing of your brain power here.
If I hang around, will I gain some by osmosis? (Don't answer that. :) )
And I loved "Up" as well. Not every moment. I thought some of it was boring, but mostly a big thumbs up. Or a dainty thumbs up.
You are correct, Blake. Either that or I am an embittered old divorced guy who thinks Ed Asner has hit the jackpot and just needs to get over himself.
As a former backpacker in the High Sierras, I always tried to keep my load as light as possible. Never though of hiking to a waterfall towing a house behind me. That goes more to my lack of imagination than anything else, I reckon.
And I sometimes I really dislike being manipulated by films. It took me years to get past the blatant manipulation of Forrest Gump to see the deeper message, that life truly is like a box of chocolates. I did not know that before.
But back to Up, I never metaphor I liked.
^thought, not though.
And then sometimes I still don't get it.
Me too Darcy. I'm still puzzled over Sixty's "Boo Radley, red ford"
Does that relate to killing mockingbirds, Robert Duval and Robert Redford?
Blake is right about the opening scene of "Up"
Any takers?
I'll pass. That's just pot stirring.
No, I'm not trying to stir the pot, seriously, I was going to put a caveat on it and say be nice.
Well I was serious about Blake and Darcy, they are kind and decent, much more so than I am:)
Well, I guess I could be the local ho.
Sixty, what happened to your comment? Now I know how frustrating it must be when I delete so many of my comments.
Ugg my stomach hurts, and no one wants to play. :(
Man, I had to delete that comment - was not focused when I wrote it.
You got it, CL. I was watching The Natural, which has ol' Lumpy Face and Boo in it. Didn't see what happens, not sure I care.
But before that I watched The Sting (it must have been Robert Redford night or something). Not sure where I would rank that film - it is entertaining, good music, great actors, if not acting, nice period piece, but somehow less than satisfying.
And around here we allow our mockingbirds to fly, be free, multiply and raise baby mockers. Bumper crop this year, I must say.
@oopie - I can be the old guy who yells at kids to get off his yard. I'm a natural. Or I could be Mr. Natural. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Oh what the hell! I was going to go back and delete all of my comments from this morning and start over.
@Allie, I hope your stomach gets better.
@Allie: And please stop attacking your own comments--it's like an autoimmune disorder. :)
So did your gastro pass mustard?
Thanks Chickie, my grandkids had to go home because my daughter thought they'd be a burden on me while I'm having this flare up, it's getting hot again, had to turn on my air, I can't eat anything that doesn't upset my stomach right now and I'm bored, bad combination, usually spells trouble, my middle name.
Darcy said...
I mean...you're all brilliant. I just smile and shake my head at your puns and quips.
I wish Ruth Anne showed up here more.
Speaking of hot, we are now under a severe drought, they upgraded it. And to make matters worse, we will be up in the triple digits again by Tuesday, the weather this summer totally sucks, my lake is beginning to stink.
I believe that people should be able to stomach their own remarks. If they can't then maybe they shouldn't have written them? I rarely delete, unless I make an error that (a) changes the intended meaning and (b) is not somehow funny.
I haven't seen him/ her yet. I've just been referred to a group of Gastroeneterologists, then on to the Endocrinologist for the enlarged Adrenal gland, then on to the Immunologist.
I'm a mess.
The heat makes the lake stink--accelerated growth.
The drought was bad when we were back. My son wanted to drive a riding lawn mower so bad, but nobody needed their grass cut.
My iPhone weather app shows that Madison is supposed to get showers on Saturday. But it showed the same thing twice when I was back and it never rained.
The weather app is only accurate in SoCal and Hawaii.
It's the impulsiveness that needs to be checked in myself. I often say things I regret, but half the battle is to be able to regret things. Some people never seem to feel regret.
I thought we all HAD roles already.
Allie's the nurse.
Darcy's the candy striper.
Wait, I think if I go much further, it's not going to be nice, on so many levels.
By the way, Frenchy Fuqua, frequent guest poster here, made #48 on a list of top 50 Greatest American Weirdos!
Oh! You guys are going to love this. My niece at her new job with Caterpillar. She's just started her new job there as a packaging engineer. Here she is getting acquainted with one of their products. Link
The first weaponized tractor (tank) was built on tracks made in Chicago: link
Cool beans, Darce!
It never occurred to me before that there were "package engineers" but that sounds like a cool and useful job.
A long time friend of mine has been a packaging engineer for 30 years now. His description of most projects usually ends up being "10 pounds of sh*t in a 5 pound bag".
Miracle workers, I tells ya.
My Dutch F-I-L has been a packaging engineer for going on 50 years now. He knows everybody in the industry, and has worked around the world. He's in Asia now, a couple years shy of retiring.
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