I have some important news for all of you. The stress of this world has just become too much for me. Getting and spending has laid waste my powers. As much as I love my wife and my life I find I need something more. So I have signed everything over to her and have abandoned my clients and will enter a monastery today. This will be my last post. A life of silence and contemplation is what I need to survive. Farewell and thank you for your friendship for these many months.
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Bueller? Bueller?
Drowning in beer huh? I bet it happened something like this.
The weird food guy on TV never passes up the chance to eat tongue. It would seem kind of tough to me but how knows. Anyway, I hate the thought of biting my own tongue much less someone else's.
What's wrong with biting someone's tongue?
Oh, wait, I forgot the context.
Carry on.
And he is gone......
Friggin bastard never left a word to Darcy or Ron, well FUCK him and the scrawny horse he rode in on.
Hey Penney, I see your still in the anger phase. Most of us have passed on to denial or acceptance by now. Please try to keep up.
Penny, gross! Who would have sex with Sarah Jessica Parker? I think I'm going to throw up.
Good Lord, into the 200s!
And where's Lem when we need him?
200+ comments! If this were Althouse I'd say those were "Palin numbers." Trooper has gone to get "Palin-in-the-bathtub" photos...
Corned Trooper and Cabbage? With Guinness all things are possible...
Oh, and of course, I sent Titus some Trooper Loaf! Bulk mail, natch.
Tales from Amy's Garden (insert gratuitous photo of favorite or least favorite, if you prefer Skank)
Fiver: Things are very unsettled in the garden tonight.
Some Other Character Who’s Name Escapes Me: It’s because the guy in charge went into a Monastery.
Yet Another Character Who’s Name Escapes Me: What’s a Monastery?
Fiver: It’s a place where people give up all earthly pleasure to dedicate their life to God and hard work, in hope of gaining eternal pleasure in Heaven.
Some Other Character Who’s Name Escapes Me: You’re kidding right? The guy in charge here is giving up Earthly pleasure? Did you say you knew him well?
Fiver: I don’t know him well; why do you ask?
Yet Another Character Who’s Name Escapes Me: Well Fiver I can say I do know him a little better than you do. His ability to give up earthly pleasure is equal to your ability to fly.
Fiver: Okay smartass. Then where is the guy in charge of this place?
Some Other Character Who’s Name Escapes Me: Well it think it has something to do with what he was muttering when he left the Garden on April First.
Fiver: And what was that?
Some Other Character Who’s Name Escapes Me: I didn’t catch all of it, but it had something to do with rendering Caesar.
Fiver: Rendering? Isn’t that what people do when they make grease out of us poor animals? Like the lady in the cottage did with Porky the pig? What happened did he turn cannibal?
Yet Another Character Who’s Name Escapes Me: No; what he said was- “Why do we only have until April 15th to render UNTO Caesar? I need two more weeks; it has been a good year in the Garden.”
If we do need to move on , maybe we can make it a sequel, like when Carrol O'Conner opened Archie Bunker's Place?
The blog will be 'Trooper York's Place'- copyright, all rights reserved, as of now.
Bathtub pic?? Oh, I've already sent one to Trooper. I wonder what happened to it? ;-)
And that was adorable, Edj. LOL.
I'm missing Trooper. If he doesn't come back soon, I'm with Ron...it's gonna be ABBA music 24/7. Starting with "SOS"...
No cannoli in the monastery, Troop. You'll be back.
It would take more time than anybody has around this comment section to think of the right thing to say about Trooper York.
He was an original; not just an American original, but an original, period. He was a happy accident; one of the happiest this corner of the blogosphere has experienced; and judging by the way it's been behaving in spite of all Trooper tried to tell it about laughter, love, children, good food, God, and spirits, they hardly deserved him.
He probably did more to heal or at least to soothe troubled human spirits than all the psychiartrists in the world. There can't be many adults in the allegedly civilized parts of the blogosphere who did not inhabit Trooper's mind and imagination at least for a few hours and feel better for the visitation.
It may be true, as somebody said, that while there is no highbrow in a lowbrow, there is some lowbrow in every highbrow.
But what Trooper York seemed to know was that while there is very little grown-up in a child, there is a lot of child in every grown-up. To a child this weary world is brand new, gift wrapped; Trooper York tried to keep it that way for us adults...
By the conventional wisdom, gratuitous bathtubs, celebrity cameltoes, Laura Bush’s diary, Tales From Amy’s Garden - all these were fantasy, escapism from reality. It's a question of whether they are any less real, any more fantastic than out-of-control deficits, global warming, denuded rainforests, ubiquitous porn, and falling satellites. This is the age of fantasy, however you look at it, but Trooper's fantasy wasn't lethal. People are already saying we'll never see his like again.
(adapted from Eric Sevareid)
He was a hero, the greatest hero in American history!
Yeah, and that bastard RON COOKED HIM!
AND THEN ATE THE BEST PARTS!
Freakin' organ meats.
*
Hey, Troop really was Irish!
S.O.S.
"When you're gone...how can I even try to go on?"
ABBA music as promised...maybe that will smoke him out. Hee hee.
Up next: Waterloo.
S.O.S.
I wonder how long this old tugboat will stay afloat? I don't want to become just a piece of internet flotsam. Or is it jetsam? I never could remember the difference.
Flotsam flōts.
Jetsam jets.
I hope that clarifies.
I told you before, it's the new and improved
Drooper York's
The Hung and the Dressless
Oh! Waterloo! And here I had been trying to make "Fernando" fit somehow... :)
I'm gonna do it...post more ABBA if you don't come back, Trooper! Your blog may not live it down, ya know?
Alright, well this is ridiculous. The least he could do is come back and write up the results for the fuckin pie poll.
This may be the longest performance of Waiting for Godot on record.
I call dibs on being Estragon.
Even worse, Darcy and I will sing "Chiquitita" as a duet and put it up on YouTube!
Blake, it's not so much being a bastard, which, of course, I am anyway!, but it's a case of [Lecter voice] having an old friend for dinner!
Ron,
I think I'd pay $50 to see you and Darcy do that.
blake, as cash is in small amounts around here, I'd do it!
How's about this -- I'll sing something (I'll figure out what), and post it to YouTube just for your amusement...
OK, but money is contingent on it being a duet.
lol
We will discuss it! I'm up for it, but Darcy will need persuading....
Dear Trooper:
A day or so ago, I thought it was a funny April Fools' Day ploy that just happened to coincide with busy season. And then the comments went over 200 and I thought that you'd start a new thread just to alleviate the nuisance of having to go into the comment section to even read them all. Now? I'm supremely disappointed or worried. If you are ill, or inundated with work, or burying a loved one, I apologize. But if you're just jerkin' us around because you can, well, you're being abusive. Quit it.
Hang in there, Ruth Anne! ABBA music is going to annoy Trooper so much he'll be back. I just know it!
And I'm in, Ron. Except "Chiquitita" is not really in my range. We'll figure something out. ;-)
Ruth Anne, I have a song for you planned as well!
The least he could do is come back and write up the results for the fuckin pie poll.
Why don't you Zach? On Trooper York, we were the leaders, we were the heroes-Troop was merely the index of our possibilities. He never wanted to show us what he could do, but rather what we could do, and what we could be, together, each of us, and all of us. And there will never be another one.
[Adapted from the liner notes of some Doors album I still have.]
Lovin' your stuff(in'), chickenlittle!
Lovin' your stuff(in')
Thanksgivin' already Darcy? ;)
Uh oh.
I think Troop's startin' to piss Ruth Anne off.
I wouldn't want Ruth Anne pissed at me.
No, sir.
Just stop it. He's an accountant, it's tax time, he's working his ass off.
With Plaxico gone maybe the giants can sign TO away from the Bills!
Laura Bush’s REAL Diary
Got up this morning and wanted bacon and eggs. George burned the bacon, so I had toast and yogurt instead.
I am still trying to get the house in order after the move. I don’t think the movers even knew who Dewey was, much less aware of his decimal system! I’ve spent the last 3 months trying to reorganize the library, and spent most of the morning there, separating biographies and autobiographies.
After lunch (couscous and white rice) I had to count the towels; our current maid isn’t as trustworthy as the ones in DC, and I every wash day I come up another towel short. It was just as I suspected; this time I am missing the one we borrowed from Air Force One; that will be irreplaceable for the next 4 years anyway. Or Hell, I might be able to buy another one on Ebay,
Dinner was broiled chicken and mashed potatoes with white wine, and afterward W and I watched a little TV. American Idol isn’t the same without the next days comments from some soldier in New York; his analysis made the show worth watching.
I hope tomorrow is just as exciting as today was!
Holy Moses. Are you people still here? The party was over last week.
Sweep the floor, take out the trash, turn off the lights and lock the door on your way out.
Go home and shower, do the laundry, read your mail and get ready for work tomorrow.
Go in peace; the wake has ended.
I don't care if you tell me to stop Lawgiver and Michael. And I don't even care if Trooper York is back. I mean why would a nice guys like you wanna kill the memory of a genius?
You know that the man really liked you. He liked you, he really liked you. He's got something in mind for youse. Aren't you curious about that ? I'm curious, I'm very curious. You curious? There's something happening out there, man.
You know something, man, I know something that you don't know. That's right, jack. The man is clear in his mind, but his soul is mad. Oh yeah. His will to blog is really dying, I think. He hates all this, he hates it! But ... the man's ... uh ... he reads poetry out loud, alright? ... And a voice! A voice. ... He likes you because you're still alive. He's got plans for you. Nah, nah, I'm not going to help you, you're going to help him, man. You're going to help him from now on man. I mean, what are they going to say, man, when he's really gone, huh? Because when he dies, when it dies, man, when it dies, he dies. What are you going to say about him then? What, are they going to say, he was a kind man, he was a wise man, he had plans, he had wisdom? Bullshit, man! Am I going to be the one, that's going to set them straight? Look at me: wrong! ... You!"
[adapted from Apacalypse Now]
Where are the hot pic's of monks mortifying themselves? It's rude to not share.
@Chickelit - Ronski's the real Apaca Lips, given his chompitating of the departed and now returned Trooper.
I just provided bereavement counseling for the gullible amongst us.
Who did Ron actually devour? Cedarford? Maxine?
One more reason why it's not good to take your meals in the dark.
Chickenlittle, didn't you star in Blue Velvet? I think I was Kyle Mclachlan back then...
Michael, I admit, I still have gas...but I thought that was from the cabbage! Turns out to just be Maxine, after all!
Poor Titus...he'd best use a lot of ketchup!
Turns out to just be Maxine, after all!
Qualifies you for some kind of public service medal, then.
Qualifies you for some kind of public service medal, then.
The Brioschi medal for Raw Guts with Maalox clusters!
I knew the ABBA music would work! ;-)
Yes, Darcy.
But at what cost?
AT WHAT COST?!!?
(Also, smokin' avatar.)
Ya know, we could just keep commenting right here on this thread and ignore all the make-up blogging Himself is attempting on other threads.
1,000 comments seems to be a reachable goal.
LOL. No love for ABBA, Blake? :)
(And thanks - to cl, too. I had already changed it back before you guys commented, though!)
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