Titus said...
They were mean turkeys and wore hard hats and had backpacks on. They ripped the insides of my rare clumber apart right in front of my eyes and then came for me.
Mama was just up on her porch knitting during the entire rampage.
It was awful.
tits.
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There once was a man with a clumber
Who fitfully roused from his slumber
The horror, the fear
Being pecked in the rear
By a flock of fowl peckers unnumbered
Great quote Sixty..and a great episode.
The Yanks bullpen future is in the hands of a white trash alcoholic who jumps on trampolines and blows out his fucking knee. Joba is a loser..peddle the hillbilly while he's still worth something.
Mama was just up on her porch knitting during the entire rampage.
It was awful.
I know!!! I keep telling her that she is using the wrong size needles for that yarn. The color is just icky too.
Seriously, if you are going to make cables, use a bamboo needle for the the stitches you are carrying and you won't be dropping stitches all the time.
She NEVER listens. It is awful.
That was what you meant? Right?
I am hot and the pic is not hot and I am offended.
tits.
I want to see a pic of your amazing guns Titus, I dare ya.
You know, dreams are very strange. Sometimes they can help us work through problems and feelings.
Other times they just bring up confusing images that make us...(ok..ME)...wonder "WTF? Where did "THAT" come from???"
Again, they can often solve problems. When I was working I would go to sleep with a problem in the back of my mind and in the morning have had a dream that helped to solve it.
Dreams are important...except when they are not.
I'm sure that MammaM would never harm Titus or his little dog too.
I can post a picture of my guns.
What kind of guns, deadly weapons?
There are other kinds?
Armed and deadly? I have little muscles in my biceps and triceps now, those little three pound weights are great. I think I'm stronger than I was 10 years ago, wanna arm wrestle?
"As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly!" -Les Nessman
MICHAEL!!!!! Wow.
Because, totally by coincidence, I quoted that line to my kid a couple of hours ago, and then I proceeded to bring the long version up on YouTube and him watch it with me. Then I went to the store (for steak, not turkey, though a did pick up a vegetarian turkey roast for tomorrow for my husband). Then I just got back and checked over here again, thinking to post that quote.
And here you are beating me to it. LOL.
We just had severe thunderstorms move through - we got hail that was an inch across (manly sized, not BB sized like some) and fortunately the worst of the winds and possible tornadoes are down east of here.
The temp dropped 20 degrees in about an hour - yep, that's a cold front for sure.
I go to bed every night hoping I won't dream. What was that great line in a George Jones song, "I love sleep without dreams?" The thing that's so terrible about dreams is that they tell us our REAL situation. And of course they are inescapable. In Titus dream MamaM stands in for all women, who terrify Titus. The tit talk is just a smoke screen. The dream is the truth. Nothing to be ashamed of. We all have our terrors. And my dreams expose my terrors to me in inescapable fashion just as your dreams expose your terrors to you. Oh yes they do.
I don't dream.
I have lucid dreams. If I'm having a nightmare, I tell myself in my dream, it's only a nightmare, relax. Or if I have a comical nonsensical dream, I remember saying in my dream, oh wait till I wake up and tell the kids about this one.
I have dreams every night - good ones. They only turn less-than-good if I overheat, which is a rare occurrence. I don't dwell on them overmuch, although some of the more complex ones intrigue me for a day or so.
Usually it's just happy dreams of travels to far off places. All good things, and the people are all nice.
And George Jones is awesome! He Stopped Loving Her Today - man, that is amazing! What a voice!
I think I better hop on my ridin' mower and head on over to the liquor store, oh yeah!
Sixty, I've been listening to Emmylou Harris all day, I suppose you hate her. But her voice is amazing, Rose of Cimarron, Last Cheaters Waltz, so many great songs.
I know!!! I keep telling her that she is using the wrong size needles for that yarn. The color is just icky too.
Once again, DBQ takes aim and hits the mark!
MamaM makes a mess of knitting. When it comes to yarns and threaded handwork, she prefers Crochet, loopier and less exacting, with lots of ins and outs.
There are so many ways to go with this thread, MamaM doesn't know where to start. Windbag's kite, however, sports a splendid tail fluttering in the lyric breeze, with a crowd of bystanders claiming God as their witness.
I Still Miss Someone.
When I was 4 or 5, I had a nightmare and I ran to my dad in fear and he looked at me with exasperation.
"Well, whose dream is it?"
I never had another problem with dreams.
MamaM, have you ever done any Amigurumi? I love this method of crocheting in the round to make dolls for sweet liitle girls and animals for the boys. I only use cotton yarn for these toys, it's great fun.
And George Jones is awesome! He Stopped Loving Her Today - man, that is amazing! What a voice!
OMG make me melt!
George Jones one of my favorites.
Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss. Whiskey Lullaby Two great voices and a really poignant song.
DBQ, gawd that's a sad, but beautiful song, I do love Allison Krause.
Krauss, autocorrect this time.
@ Allie
I love Emmy Lou. And the Nash Ramblers.
Here's one.. (Better off with the blues) that I'm getting up to snuff, with some friends (slowly).
If ONLY we were this good!! I like Delbet McClinton's version better but couldn't find it on the 'tube.
Sweet dreams to one and all, tangles of yarn and sweet country music, and the someone I miss, that's what I'll be dreaming of, I hope.
DBQ, I have friends in Austin who have those house concerts, I have yet to make it down there, but have a standing invitation, such wonderful music in that city!
One more and nighty night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ORRIjbidRw
MamaM, have you ever done any Amigurumi?
Nope. The look does not appeal. Little girl sweetness is not one of MamaM's fortes. Her large floor rugs (4-6')done with a K hook and yards and yards of fabric are valued by those own them.
Yesterday, the crusty guy (the ex-paratrooper/Viet vet) at sonM's work told him his method of ridding his property of wild turkeys is to stake squares of chicken wire to the ground (with 4 wooden stakes), place corn on top and wait for the turkeys to walk in and get their feet stuck in the wire. Apparently once they step into the holes and spread out their feet they are incapable of retracting and pulling them out of the wire again.
What then"?
Well, then he lops off their heads?
With what?????
I'm not sure, I think a machete or an ax or something sharp he brought back from the war. He said they're stinky birds and he has to be careful handling the carcass because the smell is hard to wash off and stays on his hands for days. The meat's not good, greasy and stringy, but he removes the heart and leaves it out for the coyotes.
What for?
Well, when the coyotes show up he shoots them because they take down the deer he hunts for meat.
A little rough for my taste, but dreams differ. For this guy, it's having his own place and the freedom to live, work and hunt as he pleases.
Dreams are important...except when they are not.
I'm sure that MammaM would never harm Titus or his little dog too.
True enough.
MamaM loves dogs and they return the favor. Especially the larger breeds. Her own Big Dog, a choc lab with a heart that wouldn't quit was taken down by cancer on top of Cushings in Aug after 11 wonderful years together. He was a cross between bonehead and Aslan. When SixtyG claimed a few months ago to have the best dog in the world, MamaM believed him, because the slot opened up when her's left.
Unfortunately, the turkeys in their zeal misunderstood MamaM when she sent them after "that dog Titus". She never intended they harm the Clumber.!
Oh my!
Loved seeing the appreciation for George Jones here. He Stopped Loving Her Today is just perfection.
I dream too much. Last night, I dreamed that someone grabbed me while I was walking by to tell me something about Sarah Palin. When I tried to get away he squeezed me really hard around the rib cage. I woke up then.
Sarah must be having a BBQ or something today...
Mmm, Darcy ribs.
And Oopie, just because I think the Carolina Chocolate Drops are talentless, over-rated thieves does not mean I do not like Emmylou. Please do not presume to know what I like or do not like when it comes to music. I really liked Trio, which was Dolly, Emmylou and that bloated commie Linda Ronstadt.
I have relatives in the music business, one cousin has a number of gold records he got as a back up musician for artists as diverse as Paul Simon and Kathy Mattea. And he worked with Emmylou, too.
He has a page in Wikipedia. I don't.
Last night I had a dream that Mamam was smacking the rare clumber and myself with her tit and yelling get off my lawn.
It was awful.
tits.
Well sixty, I guess you aren't all bad if you like Emmylou, especially the trio. Naturally I love Linda Ronstadt she and Emmylou are best friends, so they say. Ronstadt and Aaron Neville duet, oh my gosh the blend of those two voices, amazing. Poor Aaron Neville and that mole, but a voice like an angel.
Darcy BBQ and some ribs sound pretty good, but just having coffee with cream and dreaming of Austin and some more good music.
The weather has so far sucked this weekend in Wisconsin, I just may callmy friends down in Austin and ask if I can come visit this week. I'm in the country music mood, she also makes chicken fried steak, I'll go off my diet to eat.
One more thought on a blending of male and female voices, saw a video of Shania Twain coming out of seclusion to do a duet with Lionel Ritchie, singing Endless Love, I don't know if that his duet album has been released yet, but I bet it will be great.
Shania struggled but ended up triumphing over her fear and the blend of Ritchie's voice and hers and the song, goosebumps.
MomaM, I'm also a crusty ex-paratrooper, VN vet. Tell your friend that you know someone from "The Herd". See what he says.
Holy Moley!
Cannot watch that guy. Dude, have you noticed that thing on your face? Seriously, see a doc, get that thing cut off.
Austin is awesome. Loved the music there. UT has a great library, too.
Allen that wouldn't be the turkey herd, right, probably more like eagles or condors, I bet. Flying men in jumpsuits and boots, with silky white wings, a herd of angels?
Crusty and Gritty.
My dad made my favorite kind of ribs with a dry rub that he would mix himself. They were incredible. I'm not crazy about a lot of BBQ sauce.
I didn't get the recipe from him and he's gone now. :-/
Allie, just for you:
The Running of the Herd.
Sixty, one last thought before I pack my bag , Im flying to austin in the AM!! Yee Ha!
Anyway,regarding the library in Utah, my Kindle App has a pretty good library too, I just finished Cutting for Stone, a delicious long read, worth every word.
My avatar is the doll I crocheted for my youngest granddaughter's first birthday a couple years ago, she's 12 inches tall.My granddaighter calls her Googly, I wonder why, lol.
My niece was studying architecture at the University of Texas and she gave me a tour though the library there. There were more art books than I had ever seen in my life - maybe a whole floor or two of them. I was in heaven. Most books like that are not available in any form, anywhere. You have to pick them up and read them right where they are. More's the pity.
I hope you meant the doll was 12" tall, not your granddaughter...
Allen, wow running for 24 hours striaght!
My daughter B is doing a lot of running In Afghanistan with a group of friends, she will soon be 40 and in the best the same great shape she was in in her 20's thanks to the military. she said they had some sand storms recently and its very difficult to run with all the dust in the air.
The sand and grit gets everywhere and shes worried it will ruin her iPad. she works at the COC so she has WIFI, unless it goes down which is rarely, so im fortunate to be able to message with her every few days.
You guys and gals in the military, past and present are a special breed, truly.
Wow, I just typed that on my PC, I am NOT used to typing on a regular keyboard anymore!
Sixty, yes the crocheted doll,not my granddaughter, she's my living doll.
Off to pack.
Have fun, Allie!
I will Darcy, this lady is a Navy Mom, I met on the Navy for Moms site, a group of us across the country have become great friends since 2007, it's amazing how close you can get to online friends. We had a meetup in Tennessee a couple years ago. Most of their kids have been deployed either to Afghanistan or Iraq at one time or another, one of my friends son has been deployed 6 times already.
They are a huge help and support system to me since my daughter's been in Afghanistan. I met the friend in Austin when her son was my daughter's student at Corps School in Great Lakes, when the Corps School was still there and my daughter was an instructor. The Corps School is now combined with the Air Force and Army down in San Antonio.
@ Allen
I have a good friend who was 101st Airborne in Vietnam 1966 to 69 (I think those were the years).
He grew up in remote logging camps in the California and Oregon woods. Had some really great stories about his survival training. He thought it was a piece of cake compared to the hunting and camping trips of his youth in the high sierras. Since he knew how to make traps, catch lizards and jack rabbits and cook them on a stick....he became quite popular with the rest of the trainees. Just a normal camping trip with the added luxury of a blanket or sleeping bag as far as he was concerned.
Had another friend who left home (about the same vietnam time) and joined the Marines because....wait for it......"he was sick of people telling him what to do". Bwahahaha. After we all gave him incredulous looks, he said..."I know...what a dope". LOL.
What would we be without you guys!
The one with the rifle?
Which row?
That's a hard picture to look at. The first thought is how young they look. Really young.
I was almost 21. Back row.
11th from L?
Or 5th for L.
Have two more if those are off.
I used to be a young man.
You're still a young man.
Called sonM to read him the TY version of his turkey story and he started laughing, said I got it wrong. It's their heads that get trapped not the feet. The stakes are used to set the chicken wire off the ground just high enough for the turkeys to stick their heads in holes for the corn and not be able to pull it back out. Much easier to lop that way!
He was driving through the foothills near Birmingham and said they were a brilliant chartreuse green today. Nature's gold.
The song, DBQ, sums up the picture, with the truth and sound of that era.
Hi Mamam.
tits.
In early spring two hen turkeys bring their gaggle of 20 or so chicks to our side garden next to the house to forage. The little fuzzballs are cute for about a week then they tear up the beds and ground cover hunting for grubs or creating dusting wallows.
I'd love to let our Springer out to chase them, but an adult turkey has some wicked dangerous spurs...so I got a motion activated impluse sprinkler. Works great.
@60
*chuckle*
What nd said.
I've chased turkeys in the driveway and they've flown over the top of our three story house to the trees behind us with ease.
My avatar is the doll I crocheted for my youngest granddaughter's first birthday a couple years ago, she's 12 inches tall.My granddaighter calls her Googly, I wonder why, lol.
LOL indeed! Maybe she hasn't learned the word for kitsch yet!!
This one deserves a prize.
MamaM, kiss my kitsch. My granddaughter loves her. I crochet many other types of lovely items that have received compliments from quite a few people. I wouldn't presume to tell you that those rugs you make are not my taste, because that might hurt your feelings, get it?
I had so much more I was going to say to you, but it dawned on me that here are some folks in this world that are simply lacking in social skills and compensate by insulting others.
And MamaM, I am speaking for myself only, but you come across as being a huge snob. I doubt that you own or live in any type of structure or have any knowledge of the world or people that would put you in any class or rank above me. It doesn't make you look good, it doesn't do anything but make me wonder what the hell is wrong with you. Indeed!
A few blocks away from me lives a Somalian Butt Pirate Family.
Every Sunday they have a "get together" with similar Somalian Butt Pirates.
My sense is something sinister is going on but I don't want to sound racist.
Their Somalian Butt Pirate children take over the small dog park during Sunday for hours and us dog people are none to happy.
Somalian Butt Pirates.
tits.
Oooh Allie just ripped Mamam a new one.
Look out.
tits.
Another Mooo.
Mooove over MamaM, I'm here to stay, get used to it.
A little advice, when you keep pulling on the cow's titties too hard, she's gonna kick you.
Oh for Christ's sake.
More female drama....barf.
Feel free to use the bucket or the john.
DBQ, MamaM is free to insult me all she wants, I am free not to be her willing victim. I never let ANYONE bully me, at my age I'm not about to start.
Allen S - you're the man!
cow titties, that's funny.
Go get her Allie.
tits.
Mama does think she is better than everyone.
Very pompous and judgee.
No Titus, I'm sick of having to wrangle with her almost every damn weekend lately, it's getting old and I'm sure Trooper's commenters are being made uncomfortable with this nonsense.
kitsch: art, objects, or design considered to be in poor taste because of excessive garishness or sentimentality, but appreciated in an ironic way.
My granddaighter calls her Googly, I wonder why, lol.
The outrage is impressive, but it sounds like the granddaughter's already developed a sense of irony with her choice of a name. Googly does not sound a love name to MamaM, but her ears and experience may differ.
And Allie...you asked.
Titus, don't turn on MamaM , she loves you.
MamaM, my granddaughter is three years old, everything I say and do and make for her she loves. My daughter loves it that I take the time and effort to make a handmade item, even if someone like you may consider it kitsch, which the same as trash.
Do you not think that perhaps some folks think ha a big cumbersome rug might be a bit trashy for their homes? I don , I actually like them, but I know some snooty women in my area that would turn their noses up at them. How does that make you feel?
What is it about me that gets to you so much? I'm truly sick of this shit.
If Allie and Titus can talk Sixty and AllenS into joining forces to make the blogging world a kinder, gentler, fuzzier place they could refer to themselves as:
Crusty, Gritty, Kitschy and Twitch.
Crusty, Gritty, Kitschy, Twitchy and Bitchy, wouldn't want you to feel left out, lol!
Which one am I?
I would prefer to be referred to as hottie.
thanks much.
tits.
Titus, poor dear, your MamaM deemed you Twitch. Maybe she doesn't love you anymore, I'll be your new Mama, Titus, lay your head on my ample bosom.
Titus, I think your dream was a premonition. When out walking the Rare Clumber, be vigilant for rogue turkeys, with an evil gleam in their beady eyes. You've heard of familiars, right ? Cats are thought to be familiars, but I think it could be a turkey too.
MamaM's toney world includes quite a few females known as bitches, so it doesn't strike her as much of an insult. Neither does kitsch, actually.
Am now really curious though as to why the doll was named Googly?
The best I could find is this: googly - a cricket ball bowled as if to break one way that actually breaks in the opposite way
MamaM, because she has googly eyes. My granddaughter lost her once in a shop in Chicago. My son in law had to turn around and go all the way back from Wisconsin to Chicago to get that doll because my granddaughter was beside herself.
Do you know I was asked by an exclusive children's boutique in this area to make some for the shop to sell? Do you want to know what they sold for? But hey no accounting for taste, even for those who can afford little girls dresses at $500 a crack.
"Baaarney Google, with the goo- goo- googley eyes!"
Allie's charming doll has Barney Google eyes. But who remembers the cartoon character or the song?
Allie seems to.
Barney Google's foil, Snuffy Smith, eventually took over the cartoon strip. There was very little about Snuffy Smith that could be made interesting or charming, except he was a better, shorter way to mock hillbillies, the long, involved tales of Barney Google having become obsolete.
The strip continues, in its unfunny way, to the present. Barney Google having been, in fact, the only thing that made it amusing.
First of all, who gives a flying fuck if Allie's crocheted doll is cute or crap. There is no accounting for taste. we are all entitled to our opinions.
However, to make a big fucking deal over it is absolutely stupid. AND...to join in.... into a turkey peck peck pecking session over the idiot doll is completely retarded.
This just reinforces why I think that females are impossible, illogical, emotional, always trying to get one up and fighting to become the queen bee. Making mountains out of crocheted molehills. Just too much work too much emotional crap.
If you can't take a little criticism without trying to pull everyone one into your vortex and pick pick pick sides....you might want to look at your own self for your own emotional stability and your own self worth.
Also....this bitchy female temperament is obviously not just relegated to the XX chromosome since Titus wants to be a peck peck pecking turkey too. Probably because MamaM refused to endorse his lifestyle and pat him on his little head with approval. Who gives a shit!! Why does anyone need the approval of anonymous people on the internet? Do what ever you want.
This isn't junior high. We aren't in the 'girls' locker room although it certainly feels this way. Gah!!!
Who fucking cares. Shut the hell up about your stupid crochet doll!!! Take the drama away. Please..... Wish it into the cornfield for God's sake.
There...I feel better now.
100!
DBQ, you are so right. I don't give a shit about your opinion, there now I feel better too.
And DBQ get that problem you have relating to your own sex looked at before you throw around commentary.
Rcommal, had you pegged last week. I will follow her lead and put you back on my list of those I will be ignoring too, smart woman Rcommal.
This just reinforces why I think that females are impossible, illogical, emotional, always trying to get one up and fighting to become the queen bee.
Always remember, there's only one Queen per site.
And we all know who he is.
exactly.
To the guys, no one is vying for the Queen position here, not me, not Darcy, not Rcommal, no one should feel threatened, why would they?
The animosity I have seen by DBQ, who seems to jump in when someone is busting my chops, here and at Althouse and the non stop sniping by MamaM is making this place feel like Althouse.Pity, but I won't be anyone's victim.
I fucking am who I am, I don't go out of my way to make anyone feel bad here, I would expect the same treatment from two women I have gone out of my way to find common ground with.
This is not polite company.
Allie's doll is charming and has some nice connections with past American pop culture. If she feels proud enough to point it out, either compliment her sincerely, or, if you don't care for it, shut up. Those are the polite things well-bred people do.
I realize politesse and cultivated qualities of decent sincerity or light humor are beyond most people today. We think such things hypocritical and would rather subject the world to expletive-laden rants to make ourselves "feel better," without much thought how anyone else might feel.
That, of course, is the nub. We don't seem to care about anyone else. This is one of the premier Boomer qualities. I noticed it in my kindergarten class. I assumed when we grew up, however, we would turn into adults. I was wrong.
A few months ago, I mentioned to my 7the and 8th grade classes that I was thinking of starting a blog as a supplement for the music we're doing in class. The kids burst out laughing. Some of them started doing the well-known "Blog Commenter Funeral" routine from College Humor. They knew it word-for-word.
What was even more chilling, two of them could quote, verbatim, Palladian's old attack on my son in the Althouse blog. This insane attack lead, ultimately, to my break with Althouse, but that's a slightly complicated story and beside the point. My son was a student in the school where I now teach, and his friends recall the incident and have learned to associate blogging with over-the-top vitriol from supposed adults.
They have their own, often nasty, social world, mostly on Facebook, but at least on Facebook, they have some control over whom they interact with, and they also seem to have developed a well-tuned set of social conventions to minimize overt flaming.
Such a set of social conventions used to exist IRL. It was called "manners," another term relegated to the dustbin of letting it all hang out.
However, I'm noticing among these "millennial" kids a much more responsible, sober, yes, "adult" approach to life than was even thought of in my Boomer generation. Partly it has to do with the pinched times, and partly it's that everyone knows that everything they do online will follow them, perhaps for life. Boomers hide behind screen names and think nothing will have any consequence.
Wishing nothing to have any consequence is another very big Boomer trait.
Manners? I've heard of those!
Is the bar open?
This blog needs a bar where its commentators can have a few drinks and work their shit out.
Not a cafe; a bar. Preferably a dive bar.
I am sorry for my part in this.
I don't want any fighting going on.
DBQ said mama didn't approve my lifestyle which I didn't know-but dbq is right so what?
Group hug now.
tits.
This blog needs a bar where its commentators can have a few drinks and work their shit out.
Make that a speak-easy; there'd be a lot less shit to work out.
Who's the queen of this place some have referred to?
tits.
I removed my pictures. Maybe some other day.
DBQ said mama didn't approve my lifestyle which I didn't know-but dbq is right so what?
That is not what I said. I have no idea what MamaM or anyone else thinks unless they say so. And then I take them at their word.
She refused to give an opinion. That is not the same thing as disapproving.
Personally, I have no opinion on many things, one of which is Allie's doll. I agree with TTBurnett, it probably is best not to make critical comments that are of a personal nature.
HOWEVER....if we can't disagree about something without creating a vortex of crazy, what is the point of having a conversation with anyone.
I do have an opinion on people getting too freaking bent out of shape over trivial things to the extent that they hyperventilate and try to make people pick sides.
I'm not picking sides about the stupid doll or anything else. I just want people to stop the drama.
Tim,
It is good to hear that you are teaching. Based on the style of your (lamentably) former music blog, I think the students are in for a treat.
To this day, I am still so sorry that Kate Wolf died so young (in 1986, of leukemia, in her 40s). I liked her songs, and I liked her performances (of both her own songs and of covers: her version of "Peaceful Easy Feeling" was, and is, my all-time fave one). I still love her 1982 album "Give Yourself to Love," all these years later.
Anyway, some of you might enjoy this version of Wolf's "Across the Great Divide", covered by Nanci Griffith backed up by some folks who played with Wolf and featuring Emmylou Harris, who joined Griffith live onstage for this performance.
(I'm also a fan of Emmylou Harris and other artists mentioned in this thread.)
Uh oh. I stopped reading this thread in the music section and got all excited and started to listen to stuff I love. Then I went to look for some video versions of Kate Wolf. Then I posted the link to the Nanci Griffith performance. Then I read the rest of the thread. It seems my link was johnny-come-lately and inappropriate to the turn of the thread. Sorry.
(Backing away slowly but surely...)
Music soothes the savage breast.
@ rcommal
Bringing this tread back to earth.
I really like Kate Wolf. I didn't discover her until long after her demise. She has a fabulous voice and plays the guitar very nicely.
I was listening to other types of music then. I hadn't developed my appreciation of "old style" country music until the last 10 years.
Emmy Lou Harris and the Nash Ramblers knock this song [Cattle Call out of the park. Unfortunately I can't find a YouTube clip. An album well worth owning. The harmonies are incredible.
Laura Nyro was another supremely talented lady and it was a kick in the gut when I heard that she had died.
Fowl ball!
"Can't we all just get along?"
Rodney King
I'm w/ Haz. Time for a few shots and beers and a round of pool. Oh wait..this is a cat fight. Then a couple glasses of chablis and some quilting.
If I were to politely disagree with the characterization of Allie's doll as Kitsch, I would say that Kitsch usually refers to a tasteless copy of an established and worthwhile artistic style. It also usually implies mass-production, unoriginality, and an excess of sentimentality and/or melodrama.
Croched dollies are usually not associated per se with high art. If, however, Allie had made a Venus de Milo or a particularly treacly Virgin Mary with upturned eyes as such a doll, we would then be talking genuine Kitsch, especially if it was subcontracted to a sweatshop in Guatamala.
As it is, Allie's Google-eyed dollie is an example of American Folk Art. Her piece may include an old pre-existing element in the form of google eyes, but it is its own unique creation and an honest artistic creation in a humble medium.
"Kitsch" doesn't mean, "I don't like it." But it sounds appropriately intellectual and gives the accuser occasion for self-congratulation on not having to say straight out, "I don't like it." Such a bald statement is liable to direct contradiction by someone saying, "Well, I like it," and then where would she be? Saying it's Kitsch puts a defensive perimeter around the negative, forcing the artist or her defenders to demonstrate first, before any question of artistic worth, that the piece is not Kitsch.
An excellent rhetorical ploy, but one not expected in an easy conversation among friends.
TTB has it correct. "Amoung friends, easy conversation".
It really has nothing to do with a silly doll I made with love for my granddaughter.
My last word on this unfortunate turn of the worm. I'm in Austin enjoying friends, good music and good down home southern Tex Mex cooking.
"Kiss my Kitsch! I love making these things, my granddaughter loves it, and they're selling like hotcakes in the boutiques."
There's the easy, ball busting, fun answer. The over-the-top drama that followed MamaM's response to Allie's query was not a "fight", it was another long drawn out mooo.
As for TT waxing on about manners and rhetorical ploys, he can kiss the Madame's bleached blonde kitsch.
As for TT waxing on about manners and rhetorical ploys, he can kiss the Madame's bleached blonde kitsch.
Etymologically speaking, the verb kitschen "to smear" (in the context of ass) is very titusian.
Kitsch is a hard word to get around. I recall that Althouse came very close to calling Kit-cat Klocks kitschy once and I took minor offense.
Embrace the kitch, Allie, and roll with it.
And perish those thoughts and images of TT "waxing," please. :)
I'm in Austin enjoying friends, good music and good down home southern Tex Mex cooking.
Are we sure that Allie isn't part of the Althouse extended family?
Are we sure that Allie isn't part of the Althouse extended family?
ChipS wonders what sort of family chickenlittle has in mind. A family headed by a "made man," or in the case of Althouse, perhaps a "maid man?" Possibly he has in mind the Addams family, as ChipS understands that Tex Mex cuisine uses meat that is grisly.
ChipS notes that kitsch rhymes with bitch. Half of all rare clumbers are bitches, incidentally. The other half are motherfuckers, or would be, if the Human Society didn't keep dealing spades.
The chickenlittle just notes it odd that so many people in WI associated with TOP have friends or family in Austin, TX. The CL doesn't know anyone from that there locality.
When the CL was college student he worked at a tiny grocery store in Madison on State St. One of his duties was to keep a sharp eye on all the bums and derelicts who came into the store late at night to shoplift alcohol. In the winter months many of said street people would head for warmer climes, including Austin, TX.
Since my hostess had to work today, bummer, I've been online over at TOP, so far so good, no meanies.
But Allie is wondering why everyone is referring to themselves in the third person?
We are going out to eat tonight, Tex Mex, no gristle I hope. She says I sound like Rose from the Golden Girls. Yeehaw! She's home!
In MamaM's opinion, a blog of one's own is the ideal place to present pictures of personal craftwork, especially so with items holding strong sentimental attachment. Such a setting invites those who enter to do so on their own volition as guests with the freedom to comment as they please while the host holds the power to delete or respond in kind.
To enter a blog such as this, specifically devoted to freedom of speech, ball busting, performance art, humor, and boundary/limit pushing, with an inquiry as to why a sweet craft project was given an such an unusual name, and not anticipate or be able to handle push back, does not seem in MamaM's opinion to constitute a realistic outlook or reflect the better part of wisdom.
Kitsch, as chickenlittle noted, is a hard word to get around and the comment MamaM made about kitsch in connection to a highly esteemed craft project could be considered critical or less than kind. Especially so in a setting specifically devoted to mutual support, artistic encouragement, conversational turn taking, and social gentility. Here at Trooper York's, however, MamaM considers what she said to be an opinion expressed, no less or more PC, kind or unkind, on or off course, than any of the other variations of animosity, sentimentality, judgement, bias or brownies in the bushes routinely expressed.
For MamaM, the most enjoyable part of this blog in addition to the humor and schmoozing is the type of exchange that took place when she responded to AllenS's picture with one emotion and perception and DBQ brought in the balancing perspective with her song link. Each young man pictured presented to their country a life that mattered.
While I'm not sorry for exercising my freedom to express an opinion, I apologize to AllenS for my part in tarnishing or taking the thread off course with my kitsch.
Didja ever just wanta say "Aw..shaddup!"?
Allie, Meade seems to take out his hostilities from being pimp slapped by his wife on you. He just deletes me..but he does wish me well!! What a phoney asshole.
Nick, you are incorrect. Meade is a real asshole. Married to one, too.
I get what you are saying Mamam and it makes sense to me.
tits.
But Allie is wondering why everyone is referring to themselves in the third person?
The chickenlittle is just doing a "femmage" to MamaM.
TOP, not here...
Somehow I do think this could be appropriate.
The chickenlittle is just doing a "femmage" to MamaM.
Resist the urge to show her your heh'n house, or any thing close to de'coupage if you don't want her opinion on the decour.
Sew, it goes.
R,L good one, sew goes it! I love that song too, especially with Loretta.
Out Tex Mex dinner out was great, no gristle! Ate way too many carbs though.
I also had a couple of Margaritas! Big ones.
Bonus:
Laura
Nyro
I had a little conversation with Penny at Althouse earlier, I like her! Funny I thought she was MamaM. Go figure.
I wish Penny was here, I guess she didn't apply to be one of the 100, too bad. What's up with her and you Chickie?
She intrigues me.
R,L thanks for the bonus Laura Nyro videos, I don't recall much of her music back in the day, I like her style, gritty. She certainly wasn't a pretty voiced vixen type singer.
One of those twofers, so--wait for it!--hang in.
Laura Nyro was awesome. Used to listen to her back in the day.
@Allie: I suspect that rcommal knows more about Penny. She used to be more of a regular here. I don't think she's related to MamaM.
Penny was a die hard contrarian to me. It didn't matter what I wrote, she will differ and oppose.
Ugh, I have a headache, but I had a great time last night with my Texas bell. We are going out to the countryside today to look at beautiful fields of blue bonnets. And cows, oops, I mean steer. She knows of a nice place for lunch and then maybe some nice older cowboy friends of hers for tonight, that should be fun!
My accent sticks out like a sore thumb here, hysterical comments from the Texans. Funny I never thought I had an accent.
Chickie, funny how different people like different personality traits in various people, viva la difference! I guess that's what makes life interesting.
I saw an incredibly handsome man on Althouse yesterday, his avatar is his picture, he a regular commenter, I'm sure you all know who he is.
His picture reminded me of the song Pale Blue Eyes sung by Emmy Lou and Sheryl Crow. Love that song and those pale blue eyes, funny I never thought he was handsome until he changed his avatar to this picture.
Bye y'all!
Emmylou.
Laura Nyro was awesome. Used to listen to her back in the day.
Me too. Saw her at the Montery Pop and the link from rcommel really brought back memories.
Still remember where I was when I heard on the radio that she had died.
And now for something completely different and new but sort of on the same vibe.
Imogen Heap
Speeding Cars
And if this doesn't get you up off of the couch to move..nothing will. Probably not everyone's cup of tea....but damn I love this!!
Now...off to see the accountant for our taxes :-( yuck
Don't know who Penny is and gave up trying to guess; and we don't interact.
Serious question for Oop: Do you know Mary Erpenbach? You follow her on Twitter. I think she's Jon Erpenbach's older sister.
@rcommal: I only mentioned you in the context of Penny because of something you tweeted once years ago...now gone.
I don't think she's related to MamaM.
MamaM is not anyone other than herself. Using the 3rd person voice at TY is as close as she's come to being a sock puppet.
I commented at Althouse in 1st person for several years, doing read only for a year before entering my first comment. When I did, I misidentified a singer. DBQ was part of that exchange, and with customary directness she extended a welcome I still remember.
I've had some interesting experiences with Penny. Regardless of how I feel about Althouse or her blog, I find the continual fishing for additional information on Althouse regulars uncomfortable. In my book, lampooning and expressing a personal opinion is one thing, repeated soliciting for intel another.
Regardless of how I feel about Althouse or her blog, I find the continual fishing for additional information on Althouse regulars uncomfortable.
As do I. That's partly why I dropped contact with Carol Herman.
Wow, this thread took some twists and turns, didn't it?
Huh, I would have thought the clap would have been sufficient reason, CL.
Chickie, I probably shouldn't say who I know and don't know on my Twitter List. My daughter, the one who's getting married this fall in Madison, is an attorney, employed by the state. I've had the privilege of meeting some interesting people. That's all.
As for caring or wondering in any serious way who is who, I don't. I don't care who Penny is, I kind of like her style. I haven't interacted enough with even know if she is a liberal or conservative, not that it matters either.
The reason I was concerned with Penny is the chance that she was *the* Mary, with whom I personally have had a problem ever since she (years ago, now) came over to my original blog and made some very creepy comments which included references to my kid and where we lived. That same execrable piece of shit later, and as recently as year before last, repeatedly wrote some absolutely vile (and by that I mean even by internet standards) and personal things directed at Amba (Annie) on A's blog about her situation with Jacque, for Christ's sake. There is no redemption for Mary, in my book, and that is a vanishingly rare judgment for me to make, on or off line.
However, since there's no way of determining either way or at least I wish to make no effort to do so, and I really don't want to assume, I have let that line of thought drop (mentioning it here just to clarify). I do not want to be unjust to Penny, believe it or not, so I now assume she's just some random someone, like most of us. Regardless, I just prefer not to interact, for the most part. Live and let live; let it go, is where I'm at now with that.
By "A's blog," I meant Annie's (Amba's).
Chickie, do you know Elizabeth Erpenbach was my 1st grade teach at Waunakee?
She's John's mom.
She smelled of Virginia Slims and regret.
tits.
She's John's mom.
I knew Jon in HS at Middleton. He was a year behind me.
@RcommaL: I don't care who Penny is either. I tried to be nice to her when she first showed up here, but like I said she's never been anything but a thorn to me since. She did leave one nice blog comment, but that's it.
He smokes too.
I saw him at a PDQ when I was in Middleton one night picking up some smokes.
He is handsome for an old man.
tits.
You went to Middleton Chickie?
Do you know any Knudson's?
tits.
Titus said...
He smokes too.
Smokes what?
Do you know any Knudson's?
LOL Yes!
Actually, I knew some Knudottirs
They have like 5 kids. I believe some of the older onces were your age. Sharon or Sally Knudson?
I marched in Drum Corps with the youngest son.
Also, marched with a Schmelzer from Middleton. His parents ran Ward Brodt the music store in Madison.
I did him one summer when we were like 14 and his parents, who were very active in the corps, took him out of the corps and he disappeared.
Chickie, do you know any Worrells in Middleton?
Sharon or Sally Knudson?
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Chickie, do you know any Worrells in Middleton?
Don't know that name. You sure about the spelling?
I know this is a private blog as well as a free-speech space and all, but assuming all these names and people are real, is it really a good idea to be posting them on the Internet, specifically in certain detail contexts?
I mean, this IS the Internet, after all.
Your business, and I won't proceed to beat a dead horse, but I just wanted to say something, once.
Yes, Titus. That's enough questions for now.
Worrells are a very well known family in Middleton, Cal Worrell's portrait is in a very well known mural of renowned Madisonians. Thousands of people know them or have some connection, I would never say how I am connected to them.
Generally good advice R,L.
Titus @ Allie: I do know some first names to go with your 3:56 and 4:21. But I think rcommal is right.
As I said, everyone knows the Worrells, I wouldn't want or expect you to reveal anything as I didn't reveal anything about Mary Erpenbach, when you asked me if I knew her.
I may be silly, but I'm not naive.:)
Context matters. I have no problem saying, for example, how I knew and/or met way back when some currently well-known politicians or otherwise public or even just prominent citizens, even using their names (and I don't care if others do, either). But with regard to purely private citizens, even by inference, specifically in context of telling specific stories of a personal nature and including identifying details? Nuh-uh. Nuance matters. As does judgment.
OK, now I will leave it be.
Wow, it's a small world chickie.
tits.
Did you ever go to the bar Rusty's in Middleton/
That was the hangout for all the Waunakee farmers.
I went to the Washington Hotel complex-that place was really kind of interesting. Too bad it burned down. I loved going to Cafe Palms for late night eatsy weatsy. I was like 15 and driving then-when my parents were gone.
tits.
This is one of the strangest threads ever at Trooper York.
I blame Les Nessman.
Penny did not ask for an invite but if she did I might have to think about it twice. Or more.
Some of the stuff she posted at the end of the last TOP screed about us gave me pause.
I do agree with MamaM that fishing for personal details is unsettling in the extreme.
I am about to become a much more public person but that you not extend to any of you or what you say or reveal here. That is one of several major reasons I went private and audited who got clearance.
I did just invite Crack to join though.
Every bowl needs a couple of brown M&M's.
I swear an oath to remain discreet regarding what Trooper reveals here. I may be a blabber mouth, but not when it counts, I can and DO keep secrets.
You all have no idea......
I post anonymously not because the anonymity lets you be mean and horrible, but out of self protection.
When I was still Series 7 licensed and had my own financial advisory firm, I was forbidden "by law" and subject to severe fines and/or expulsion if I were to be caught positng financial advice on line. In fact I was breaking the rules everything I posted any where.
However, because I was anonymous, not touting my firm or any particular stocks I felt it would be OK....(as long as I didn't get caught)
Also, I am in a small town. I'm on several community Board of Directors, on a publically elected Board. Everyone knows you....It is worse than Cheers. If someone wanted to literally find me, it wouldn't be that hard. In fact that repulsive "J" threatened to do just that.
So, in my case there is nothing nefarious in being anonymous.
Every time. not everything.
@ Allie.
Out of curiosity, why do you think that Tex Mex food will have gristle. Did you have a bad experience?
Titus had sex with a 14 year old boy. Sounds like Penn State material to me.
Some of the stuff she posted at the end of the last TOP screed about us gave me pause.
Troop: so how does Penny read you in order to post about you?
Gristle is one of those words that is fun in print and terrible in the mouth.
@ DBQ The reason I remember your response over at TOP, was not because it was direct, but because it was welcoming. What chickenlittle in his Titanic thread referenced as one of the "small courtesies" of Major Butt.
It mattered.
The last print magazine I still receive, The National Geo. arrived today with "What Really Happened" to the Titanic on the cover.
Whoever chickenlittle is, he's out in front of the pack when it comes to icebergs.
Whoever chickenlittle is, he's out in front of the pack when it comes to icebergs.
I don't subscribe to Nat. Geo. but I may go buy that issue at a newsstand, thanks.
I am working on a couple more posts on Titanic but have been busier than usual otherwise.
The Obama economy is picking up.
Thank you MammaM. I don't remember, but I'm glad you do.
Direct is my middle name.
Great. Now I get to look forward to someone endlessly ranting about how there really is only one important, root topic and everyone else but that someone is blind and stupid and unenlightened and ignorant inTWO places, not just one. Sigh. Whatever.
NEW AGE!!! NEW AGE!!! Is that the correct answer?
200!!!
Sixty the kid and I were both 14 at the time.
Titus, by your own admission you had sex with a 14 year old boy. You can rationalize that however you like, but facts are facts.
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