It has come to my attention due to some emails of postings on other parts of the intertubes that some bloggers are wishing that they could charge for the privilege of commenting. It seems that it is not enough that they can censor and delete your comments and control what you have to say but they would be happy to charge you for the privilege of commenting on their blog.
You know that sounds like a good idea.
So I am going to do the same.
From now on it will cost you one beer to make a comment on the Trooper York blog. It doesn't matter what kind. Of course the short pity ones by AllenS would be charged a PBR or a Gennesse Cream Ale while the longer opus of Tim or Ritmo would require an imported or micro brew. Oh and no Heineken. That shit tastes like Wolverine piss. Or Corona which is about 60% Mexican piss.
Since I will not be able to collect them from you there is only one solution. You should drink the beer yourself. So for every comment you make here you should have yourself a cold one.
Since it doesn't cost anything to run this website why would I want to charge you for it. I would have to be a stupid greedy cunt to do something like that.
Oh.
Nevermind.
(PS with this new policy of getting a beer for every comment I expect to hear a lot more from AllenS and Sixty)
First!
ReplyDeleteHold the beer, make mine a nice single malt from the Highlands, if you please.
I demand royalties for the Deep Thoughts By Titus.
ReplyDeleteI am thinking Deep Thoughts By Titus could be a top selling book, right next to Deepak Cockra in the "self help" section in your local bookstore.
tits.
...Cheers
ReplyDelete......
ReplyDelete........... and more Cheers.
Man, is there a 12 step program for commentaholics? John is about to hit rock bottom!
ReplyDeleteI am thinking of Deep Thoughts franchise.
ReplyDeleteClasses, sweat tents, yoga, tits, roids, loafs, all for a nominal fee, natch.
I need a different scheme. I don't drink.
ReplyDeleteMaybe y'all can drink beer when I comment (hey, it'll make the comments better, I'm sure) and we'll settle up when we meet.
Also: Who the fuck thinks anyone's going to pay to comment?
ReplyDeleteThe mildest barrier to comment is guaranteed to kill any Internet forum. Happens every time. The idea that anyone could charge for it is insane.
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ReplyDeleteI substitute rum?
ReplyDeleteI like Blue Moon (winter blend), Fat Tire or Sierra Nevada Pale Ale.
ReplyDeleteBut if I don't have any.....can I pay you in scotch? Since that is what a generally am drinking.
Oh all right you twisted my arm, now I'm going to have to go off my diet and have a New Glarus Spotted Cow.
ReplyDeleteWindbag, yes, let's have a rum drink, what was that one called with cream soda?
ReplyDeleteWindbag is really thirsty!
ReplyDeleteI'd like to gin up the comments.
ReplyDeleteClear spirits are where it's at. Just as Darcy.
ReplyDeleteDarcy?
*Offers half-barrel of Guinness as a retainer against future comments*
ReplyDeleteHey Oop - How's the snow by you?
ReplyDeleteI thought it was pretty clear from our comments that most of us had implemented this policy quite a while ago.
ReplyDeleteOn weekends I'm gonna make it a shot of Jack Daniel's per comment, in honor of The Idiots, aka THE 2004 WORLD CHAMPION BOSTON RED SOX.
Mmmm, that was tasty.
One comment is my limit for a while, as I'm driving.
Haz, I'd say just a few inches so far, looks pretty wet. Sticking to all my trees and bushes, picturesque, but bah, Im sick of winter.
ReplyDelete@Chip: It *does* help to get liquored up before commenting.
ReplyDelete@Allie: Don't know if it has a name. Dark rum and cream soda and ice. And it's not just for breakfast, either. You can enjoy it any time.
That's more of a dessert drink, add a scoop of ice cream, forget the ice cubes.
ReplyDeleteNothing better for a hangover than a good Ramos Fizz in the morning and after a long night of commenting.
ReplyDeleteOr...so...I...hear.
When I was a cocktail waitress...long ago...the bartender would make me a vanilla milkshake with a triple shot of amaretto. Yummy!
Oh now that does really good.
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The AllenS drinks Lienenkugel beer. Brewed exclusively in Chippewa Falls, WI, union brewed, with an alchohal content that doesn't freeze when you are out on the ice, fishing.
Thought for today:
-Alcohol does not solve any problems, but then again, neither does milk.
HA!
Acolhol does cure the problem of the morning shakes.
Delete"Ah, alcohol, the cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems."
ReplyDeleteHomer Simpson
The Good Lord invented alcohol so the Irish wouldn't rule the world.
ReplyDeleteAnd the Irish contribution to history is staggering!
ReplyDelete24 beers in a case. 24 hours in a day. Coincidence? I think not.
ReplyDeleteIf God meant for man to drink beer, He'd have given him a stomach.
The possibilities of the Irish ruling the world is zero. Ask an Italian why.
ReplyDeleteBecause they've never even been able to rule their horseshit little island.
DeleteMy bro-in-law used to home brew. Made some pretty tasty stuff, even though I'm not a beer fan. He even went to something called "Beer Camp" with a friend. I guess they learned some finer points of brewing.
ReplyDeleteTt;weree commentwse therero drienks, ritse;?
ReplyDeleteAllen, I remember when Leinie used to be harder to get. The first tim it hit my radar was as a young teen or even pre-teen. My dad used to take us scuba diving at a rock quarry up in Waushara County near a town called Redgranite (guess what they mined there?). The quarry was long since abandoned and had filled with water. I remember sheer rock walls and clear water, abandoned machinery and unfortunately--lots of trash. It was a great teenage hangout with lots of cliff diving and partying down. I remember seeing a rusting can of Leinenklugel (pre-aluminum) and thinking "that is pretty design". The label was a red and silver design of an American Indian like this. I think I took the can home. Even though I wasn't old enough to drink I collected "beer-a-phenial." Years later, in college in Madison, I remember that you could only get Leinies at specialty stores. But that changed quickly in the 80s I think. Is it still easy to find?
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ReplyDeleteMy office mate is Czech. He recommended Pilsner Urquell (the REAL Pilsner beer) for my kidney stones.
ReplyDeleteDamn if it didn't work. Passed two with the first six-pack.
And it's cheaper than Heinekin, not to mention better.
Thanks, Trooper. Just about to open another one.
Chick,
ReplyDeleteYes, the label was a picture of an Indian woman. It still is. If I remember correctly, you were from the driftless area of WI, yes?
I love WI. Moved here in 1973. Born in Detroit, MI, 1946. Graduated from high school from White Bear Lake, MN 1964.
Star Prairie, WI is a small town. I love it.
Chickie, very easy to find. Leinie's are great too, Creamy Dark is best, I don't like their fruit flavored beers though.
ReplyDeleteAh, swimming in abandoned quarries - there's something I don't do much any more. There was one right up the road from where I lived as a yute. We used to sneak in there and swim, and like the one The Royal Clucker mentioned, this one was full of cables and machinery.
ReplyDeleteI remember trying to see how deep I could swim and noticing how quickly the water got too cold to endure. Apparently, some time after I moved away a guy got tangled up in all left over quarry equipment and drowned.
A few years later, living in Bloomington Indiana, a group of us went swimming in a quarry outside of town. That exact same quarry was used in a scene in "Breaking Away". Small world, eh?
The last quarry I swam in was in Durham - during our most recent drought there was a plan to use the water it contains for drinking water for the community. It rained before that was needed, and that's probably a good thing.
But all this commenting has made me powerful thirsty!
All those Wisconsin haters don't know what their missing, in summer and fall anyway, winter is overrated.
ReplyDeleteThey're.
Delete@Tim: A German friend once dubbed that beer Pilsner Urqual meaning Pilsner's "original agony" I guess he overindulged?
ReplyDeleteOop - We've got about four inches on the ground in eastern Wauk Co. No big thing, but the wind just picked up. Looks like tomorrow will start with driveway clearing.
ReplyDeleteI once had a kidney stone, and I had a coworker, a beautiful lass of Irish descent, who told me that her uncle drank beer to pass his kidney stone. Well, I am not a big beer drinker, so I drank a gallon of herb tea, and what do you know - problem solved.
ReplyDeleteFrom County Galway her mother was. She married a fellow from there, too. It's almost as if they were from Mississippi that way.
One Year Ago Today!!1!!
ReplyDeleteI was drinking then, too.
@Allen: My GGGGgrandparents homesteaded near Viola before the territory became a state. They farmed around there and outside Richland Center until the 1940's. My dad left RC in the 50's and moved around before settling in Middleton where I grew up.
ReplyDeleteHere's how to start an argument with an Irishman:
ReplyDelete"I don't understand the Great Famine. The Irish ran out of potatoes. Ireland is surrounded by the ocean. Were your ancestors to stupid to fish?"
We used to swim in Lannon Quarry, where the all the Lannon Stone came from that is so prevalent in Wisconsin.
ReplyDeleteMuch of the golden beige sandstone used for buildings in Madison was quarried locally.
DeleteChick - Viola now is a low-budget version of Madison. Broke hippies, mostly.
ReplyDelete@Tim: I can't figure out why beer would help a kidney stone versus alcohol in general. Calcium oxalate is tough to dissolve away--maybe there's something in there which chelates calcium.
ReplyDeleteIn my experience, which is a case study of one stone, the key is consuming enough fluids to move the stone through the ureter. No dissolving involved, just mechanical dislocation of the stone through the application of brute force hydraulics.
ReplyDeleteAh, perhaps something akin to a "ureter lube" would work best.
ReplyDeleteAlmost as graphic as talking about polyps.
ReplyDeleteThere are many who know much more about this subject than I, but I personally think that having as many nerve endings as we have in our ureter is a design flaw. The pain my one small stone caused while traversing that tube caused me to go into shock instantaneously and it was so severe that I had to go to the hospital for morphine.
ReplyDeleteBut once it made it through, that was the end of the drama. The rest of the journey was made without any pain, and while I became a big fan of the efficacy of opioids, I required no further medical intervention. And by staying properly hydrated, I have had no stones in 20 years. I'm good with that, actually.
So drink up my friends.
I see you already addressed the ow factor.
DeleteYou talking nerve endings up near the kidneys or closer to the exhaust pipe?
DeleteIt's true--why have feelings inside except to warn of complications--and then why so severe?
I bet that while that stone was making its way through your ureter, I bet you were singing a song of woe. Kind of like , oh ow is meeeee!
ReplyDeleteI have a funny story regarding my vocalizations, but I cannot write it in a way that would not be misconstrued, even by the gentle readers of this closed blog. So I will save that for the TY Blog Commenter Meet Up (tm).
ReplyDeleteAnyone ever hear of a Tonsillolith? I had one once , scared the bejesus out of me when it popped out.
ReplyDeleteTY Blog Commenter meet up? Well now that would be some great fun! In New York.
ReplyDeleteHa! What do you think it's like giving birth to a ten pound baby?!!
ReplyDeleteHave had those by the dozen. Annoying, but not painful, in my experience. I have gallstones, too - they have technology that allows a tech to count them. I forgotten the exact number, but it was impressive.
ReplyDeleteI have plenty of gall, too.
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DeleteYou are always welcome to come by the store. Many commentors from the other joint have done so in the past. Just shoot me an email to make sure I will be in that day since we take some days off when we don't expect too much business and let the employees handle it.
ReplyDeleteWe might be in Cali in April for some sponser event or something and who knows we might try to do something about a meet up then.
ReplyDeleteI will let you know when I get more details.
Huntington Beach right? At stately blake manor.
ReplyDeleteI had a kidney stone. The nurse who treated me said she had had a kidney stone and given birth, and that the stone was more painful.
ReplyDeleteWhat do I know? I can only report what others tell me.
My youngest son was 10 pounds 4 ounces. He's even bigger now.
I gave birth, natural method. I've passed gallstones. The gallstone was way WAY more painful.
DeleteAt least with the birth you have something good to look forward to :-)
I don't know yet Chickie. I said Huntington Beach because that is where our pattern maker is located and we might want to stay there so we can work with her. But they might want us to be in LA proper and since we don't drive I am at the mercy of the Network. We shall see.
ReplyDeleteHow about a nice BIG meet up in New York one day in the future?
DeleteMore south is better for me; more north is better for blake--assuming you could coax him out of his lair.
DeleteI suppose agony is agony, when it hurts that badm who can tell. BUT at least you got narcotics, I gave birth naturally with all four kids no drugs or numbing of any sort.
ReplyDeleteMy youngest daughter was 10 pounds 3 oz. and 221/2 long, oh she just about killed me, literally, I had a mild inferior wall infarct with her. My EKGs reflect this, docs always freak out and think the insult to the heart wall is recent.
That 10 pound baby girl is a petite 120 pounder now, she's only 5'7".
DeleteWow, that's not trivial.
ReplyDeleteI kid around about my medical stuff because I am still here. I am still here because of great medical treatment at Duke, and the best darned nurses I could ever attempt to flirt with.
But a messed up EKG is a badge of honor, in your case. You earned it.
Oh yeah, and I reminded her of it when she got on my last nerve as a teenager.
DeleteMy youngest son is way over 6 feet tall, maybe 6'3" or something. Tall guy. Strapping young lad. He and his wife are expecting their first child. The due date was February 29th, but I guess that didn't happen. Or, if it did, he didn't call gramps to let me know.
ReplyDeleteIt's hell going last your due date, at that point I would've done anything to get that kid out of there. I tried the bumpy car rides and um, other methods, to no avail.
DeletePast
DeleteMy oldest son was a week late. My now ex- was afraid she was going to be pregnant forever.
ReplyDeleteMy father always recommended horse back rides to induce labor. I wasn't about to buy a damned horse, I'll tell you that much.
There was a documentary on TLC a while back about a old woman who was having abdominal pain and they found a baby that died in utero and she never had a miscarriage , I don't know just how big it was, but it was a fairly advanced fetal age.
DeleteThe fetus was calcified, kind of like a huge gallstone.
Sometimes when I eat Mexican food my loafs are not really loafs.
ReplyDeleteThey are more like sprays.
I just had what I call "a spray".
Kind of like cats in heat have.
Imagine, squatting down on the lou and it is like you turn on the fawcett full blast.
That is what I just did.
It was somewhat unsettling yet also a great sense of relief.
There was not even a little loaf nugent in the spray.
Complete water.
tits.
So you didn't get to give birth to a nice warm steaming brown baby this time, pity, maybe next time :(
DeleteIrritable bowel syndrome
DeleteIf I didn't know any better, I'd say that Titus' spelling of faucet was a tell.
DeleteIlliteracy will out.
DeleteHe squatted on Lou, gave him a Cleveland Steamer. Then, somehow, a dead Angel was involved, and there was heavy metal playing in the background.
ReplyDeleteThat's a view into a world I wish I knew less about.
Irritable vowel syndrome
DeleteChick,
ReplyDeleteThere are a lot of Amish in south west WI, now. Tobacco used to be farmed in that area of WI, and there are two old tobacco warehouses, one in the river town of Genoa, and another in Viroqua that I noticed in my Wisconsin travels.
All this talk about beer. I'm starting to get thirsty. What time is it? Oh, what the hell, it's noon somewhere.
ReplyDeleteI have been watching the show about moonshiners and thinkin' to myself - damn, where do those guys get such stylish clothing?
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