Titus said...
I have a buzz cut ( and a cut hog) and am very butch Troop.
I resent you referring me to some kind of faggy queen.
Where is Mamam-you be good to her and she'll be good to you...bum, da, bum, da, bum.
tits.
Michaleen Flynn: No patty-fingers, if you please. The proprieties at all times. Hold on to your hats
you be good to her and she'll be good to you...
ReplyDeleteTitus is on the mark with this one. That's three times in one week. (This, following his awful-and-so-vulgar-I-needed-to-stop-reading-mental gymnastics routine on the unbalanced beam ) Sometimes in the midst of deep lies, a ball of something good like truth shows up.
At the risk of swelling his head to even greater proportions, his assertion regarding his prodigious ability to unite was also spot on. Titus is the Original Blog Bondo that drew me over to TY. This advent had been preceded by a discussion with SixtyG at TOP as to whether Titus was creative or merely clever. I currently maintain he is both, which dovetails with the third truth hidden in high weeds I know I sound like a real idiot most of the time but I am "kinda" smart
Last week the lone turkey who has taken to visiting our yard in the late afternoon to dump on the sidewalk and clean up under the bird feeder, left me a token. A 16 by 4 inch tail feather, beautifully barred with black and ginger tiger stripes. I washed it and put it in the pencil jar next to my computer.
Get some ink Mama, and you can write with the feather. Ben Franklin used to.
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ReplyDeleteMama, in my experience turkeys don't visit yards, in my experience, turkeys don't have striped tail feathers, in my experience people with pencil jars use them for pencils, not turkey feathers. Now doesn't that sound ridiculous?
ReplyDeleteI want a link to prove your assertion that a turkey visited your yard, or a picture, or it's not true.
Get some ink Mama, and you can write with the feather. Ben Franklin used to.
ReplyDeleteI have ink! But hadn't yet made that connection. Don't know that I would have without your thought, which prompted a "heh" as Insty likes to say.
Remember, you have to shave the end of the feather, so there's a point to it. I saw it on TV.
ReplyDeleteSigh.
ReplyDeletewild turkey and not the booze either. Pretty and ugly at the same time aren't they.
ReplyDeletePretty and ugly at the same time aren't they.
ReplyDeleteYes! Only no white tip at the end of this one.
August 8, 2012 7:02 PM
Wild Turkey and ginger ale is a cocktail a shitty bartender can't screw up.
ReplyDeleteThis thread needs some music, stat.
ReplyDeleteEverybody git yer grOOve on!
Hey that was great, Chip. I was just about ready to jump up and starting dancing with the crowd, and then I remembered: don't mess up the sacroiliac.
ReplyDeleteI had to look up sacroiliac. I had no idea how to spell it.
ReplyDeletedon't mess up the sacroiliac.
ReplyDeleteHey, just the other night bowling I did a butt flop and almost cracked my sacroiliac. I don't recall if that was throwing a strike or a spare but there was alcohol involved.
I can almost hear Troop googling for photos of chickens bowling.
ReplyDeleteIf they ever get rid of those stupid gutters, I'll try bowling again. Those gutters ruin the whole experience.
ReplyDeleteAllen, they do have gutter bumpers these days. But they only put them out for kids and drunks.
ReplyDeleteI did a butt flop and almost cracked my sacroiliac.
ReplyDeleteDid you immediately bounce up like nothing happened, throw your arms in the air and smile at the judges? I don't know how the gymnists fall without seeing stars and requiring a few moments to collect their wits. The men's high bar finals last night were phenomenal, and so was the wild Russian high jump.
Everybody was like "Are you OK" Being male, of course I hid my pain and acted like nothing had happened. I was embarassed more than anything else.
ReplyDeleteSo then they all yelled "Foot fault"?
ReplyDeleteThose floors are really slippery...they must have just waxed them.
ReplyDeleteYou know, there was drinking involved now that you've mentioned it, and get this, when the beer frame came up to decide who should buy a round, I got a strike! The only strike that I got.
ReplyDeleteYou and Don Draper, Allen.
ReplyDeleteLucky Strike men.
We have a great bowling alley out here named the "Surf Bowl"
ReplyDeleteIt's totally old school, located on Pacific Coast Highway.
bowling fail!
ReplyDeleteMaybe we should organize a Trooper York hookup and do some unauthorized bowling.
ReplyDeleteShake the Turkey Feather and Twist It is essence of TY in a nutshell!
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, Billy Crash Craddock singing "Rub it in, rub it in"is my best and only reference to sacroiliac.
I feel the tingle begin
You gettin' under my skin
Rub it in, rub it in
Oh, I have a muscial reference to sacroiliac, but it rather obscure. I'll go find it..
ReplyDeleteI can't find the original but these two (sisters?) cover it: Sorry Disgrace
ReplyDeleteHilarious lyrics. Real Disney. The sacroiliac reference is at 2m 15s).
Off topic but...Has anyone ever seen this before?
ReplyDeleteGutter bumpers? You mean like Madonna's husbands? Who'd want them in a bowling alley?
ReplyDeleteWhat i want in a bowling alley is the big lebowski.
@chickelit, regarding Sorry Disgrace.
ReplyDeleteIn the new age vernacular such a find would be termed a synchronicity. The word was actually coined by Jung, a great believer in the presence of light and dark and the clash of opposites in all humans (He was also a big fan of the ouroboros).
...synchronicity, or meaningful coincidence may occur as a single event, or a chain of related events. It often elicits humor; the distorted sense of reality caused from events that seem beyond all probability. The term synchronicity was coined by famous psychiatrist Carl Jung, who had experienced the phenomenon many times.
Speaking of words: There was a fantastic antique and collectible store that I loved to frequent when I lived in San Franciso. It had everything and was chock full of interesting and surprising things.
ReplyDeleteSerendipity. That was the name of the store and was the experience when you browsed there.
Sometimes that is the lure of the internet when just randomly browsing.
I was an excellent bowler when I was young. I would bowl at the Waun-A-Bowl in my hometown of Waunakee. Get it?
ReplyDeleteI was like 10 and had a 150 average.
Everyone told me I had really nice form, which made me nervous, because I kind of sensed it meant I was really faggy when doing the "release" of the ball.
I have bowled out here twice. They are more into candlepins out here.
tits.
There is a gay league here in Boston and it is called The Betty Davis bowlers. Could it be any gayer
ReplyDeleteCould it be any gayer
ReplyDeleteI dunno.....what do they wear? I hope they have really sparkly balls....bowling balls, I mean.
@MamaM: Thanks the reference to synchronicity. Here's something even more weird. Exactly like the two women in that video, I recall "Sorry Disgrace" from an LP we had as kids--Walt Disney's "Rip Van Winkle," loosly based on Washington Irving's story. In the story, Rip goes off to the mountains to get away from his nagging wife whereup he finds a bunch of trolls bowling (they called it nine pins). He imbibes some liquor and falls asleep for a century.
ReplyDeleteThis all makes me want to read the original story which I admit I never have. Spoiler: link
Was Jesus Quintana in The Big Lewbowski a gay bowler?
ReplyDeleteWell 20 years was almost a century in van Winkle years.
ReplyDeleteNotice the Jan Steen painting of Dutch people kegeling in my last link.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mama for the comments.
ReplyDeleteThat was very nice.
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Notice the Jan Steen painting of Dutch people kegeling in my last link.
ReplyDeleteI did not notice them or the painting when I first looked at the link Which sort of annoys me and sort of bemuses, because I like to think I'm someone who sees the big picture and there's usually, in fact almost always, something more to look at. Like the feather-pen deal. Which is the beauty of community as well as the bane.
If Titus serves as Blog Bondo, IMO chickelit frequently functions as primer and colorful top coat. With ChipS (whom Titus overlooked in his Assessment Ode) serving as the slick finish-a clear polyurethane gloss a unique material that offers the elasticity of rubber combined with the toughness and durability of metal.
MamaM observed: IMO chickelit frequently functions as primer and colorful top coat.
ReplyDeleteIt least I've advanced beyond stain.
But not Kilz! Maybe that wasn't the best example. I actually consider you to be more of a multi-purpose product chickelit.
ReplyDeleteWe rolled our change and bought MrM a Fein Mulitmaster as a Father's Day present a few years ago, and it's high on his list of favorite tools.
Thanks, MamaM.
ReplyDeleteNow I can't even threaten to flounce off--gotta be tough and durable.
Well, that plus I've gotta keep bringin' the recipes.
I missed how the recipe thing got started. Last I knew ChipS was rolling cheez in pita bread, dunking it in wine and pronouncing it delicious.
ReplyDeleteIt's a little hommage to a certain Mr. Ahoy--known in my household as TOC--mostly for the amusement of ndspinelli, who declared himself not a fan of Ahoy's oeuvre a while ago.
ReplyDeleteYes, it all comes back. Like a cheerful Ahoy! Heard and remembered.
ReplyDeleteIf I may use a baseball analogy for my fellow baseball fan; ChipS is a great leadoff hitter. He sets the table for the thread, he's fast as lightning, and scores a lot of runs.
ReplyDeleteI love both the Chips, sometimes I think they're the same person, but I won't fall into that trap again, lol! Well they both know good food when they see it or make it!
ReplyDeleteAs long as we're having a love fest, I want to give a special mention to Chickie, no matter what, even if we bump heads, I can't stay mad at him for more than a couple hours, his wit and charm always makes everything better.
ReplyDeleteIf Chickie would ever really fly the coop, I hope the outcry from us would be so loud he would come back "home" to roost. We love ya Chickie, for real.
ReplyDeleteNick, last night we were talking about having a lot of runs.
ReplyDeleteWee we, Wee we
ReplyDeleteAll the way home!
Not as messy
As the stinkin' we
That shits in the house
Or the fuckin' we
That won't stop.
Titus said...
ReplyDelete"There is a gay league here in Boston and it is called The Betty Davis bowlers. Could it be any gayer"
Talk about gay; I saw a bit of a recap from the Olympics and they showed men's syncronized spring board diving. My immediate reaction was, "That, is by far, the gayest thing I have ever seen."
I imagine it would be a big hit with the gay crowd, but I could be wrong: Back in the days of Moonlighting I thought Bruce Willis would be desirable to all women, but I asked around and only about half (or less) found him attractive.
@Allie: Very sweet of you, thanks!
ReplyDeleteWell, it's true! My pleasure, you are welcome.
ReplyDeleteBack in the days of Moonlighting I thought Bruce Willis would be desirable to all women, but I asked around and only about half (or less) found him attractive.
ReplyDeleteDid those who weren't attracted say what it was they didn't like?
I'm found him attractive in Moonlighting but it wasn't his looks so much as his attitude that got my vote. I like that kind of sparkle and quickness. I also like bald, which the MrM and the MrW currently sport, and I consider them both good-looking. I'm also a fool for soft cotton T's and starched dress shirts. Love (and attraction):a many factored thing!
AllenS, I read it after breakfast..shit on a shingle.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite meals, Nick.
ReplyDeleteI thought Bruce Willis would be desirable to all women, but I asked around and only about half (or less) found him attractive.
ReplyDeleteThe other half probably go for the Ashton Kutcher types.
MamaM wrote: Or the fuckin' we
ReplyDeleteThat won't stop.
I hope fuckin' wii never gets invented. Carnal relations in America don't need that kind of blow.
We love wii! My grandson and I love playing the Mario brothers racing game, he always wins, I let him of course (now THAT is a lie):)
ReplyDeleteAllenS, Not surprising an old Army dude loves SOS.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite meals, Nick.
ReplyDeleteI can't tell when or if AllenS is being sarcastic, but mostly assume he's not, since the mechanically inclined men I know are pretty straight forward, with their own kind of code talk.
Those who play with their wii are another story. Fabulists and Funsters abound.
That said, chipped beef on toast was one of my favorite comfort foods growing up. Easy, fast, and filling which I presume to be the reason it's also fed to soldiers and prisoners.
MamaM, I believe your take on our friend AllenS is spot on. I believe he does, like yourself, like SOS.
ReplyDeleteMs.Truth and Grace, you are quite the fabulist yourself! Wii agree!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the affirmation, ND. It gets confusing here sometimes.
ReplyDeleteLike with this one: Ms.Truth and Grace, you are quite the fabulist yourself! Wii agree!
I'm not clear as to who AlleyOop is referring to. Herself???
I do know when it comes to Funsters, chickelit prevails. No need to pretend he wins or own a lie in that grass.
Ms. Truth and Grace, I see that you are still itching for a fight, does it not EVER get old? You continue to accuse me of being a fabulist, without a trace of proof. Do you think that this is fair, what have I ever said or done to make you continue with in this vein of thought?
ReplyDeleteI don't believe it unfair of me to refer to you as Ms. Truth and grace while you continue this "war" of yours.
I am asking you as nicely as I can to please cease and desist this nonsense, of you care an iota for the well being of this community, can you not PLEASE for decency sake stop this? I will be happy to refer to you by your proper commenter name if you drop this " thing" . JUST STOP.
If
ReplyDeleteI'm just not fussy when it comes to eating. I didn't have any trouble eating Army food at all. Most of the time my only complaint was that they didn't give me enough. Dig this: I even liked C-rations.
ReplyDeleteOne time after an airborne jump at Ft. Bragg, they served us food in the field. Spaghetti. Served on a tin tray, and they forgot to bring any eating utensils. Plus the wind was blowing all of that sand around. I did the best I could.
The days of my youth...
Wow, AllenS. That kinda sounds like sex on the beach.
ReplyDeleteThe days of my youth...
I'm a bit of fabulist too.
ReplyDeleteDig this: I even liked C-rations.
ReplyDeleteMy neighbor, retired USMC, has a stash of MRE's from the Pendleton PX. In case of emergencies. He's got my back.
I checked to see if I could buy any C's, like on Ebay, and yes there were quite a few for sale, but they all said: "Do not eat them."
ReplyDeleteWhen our boys were young, we spent an afternoon watching jump exercises at Fort Bragg, NC. This happened before 9/11 and we were allowed to stand on a platform in the staging area while the troops stood below, waiting to form up and load for the next jump. I recall a lot of standing around and waiting for everyone involved, but the once the planes flew over and the falling dots started blooming the sight was spectacular and unforgettable. The only chutes we'd previously seen used were the colorful, rectangular, steerable types used in airshows. These looked like mushrooms, huge, round and white/tan. (Similar in looks to the pic AllenS posted earlier).
ReplyDeleteWhat triggered this memory was the mention of eating in odd places, because one of the things we'd noted and laughed about was the casualness of the troops who were standing around talking and taking wrapped food stuff out of their packs and eating it, just prior to jumping. Cast iron stomachs it seemed.
I'll bet it was at the Normandy drop zone, MamaM.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of food. After reading Trooper's description of his goat cheese ravioli dinner, I've had a yen. We went to the 'big city' today to take care of some legal business and went shopping at several stores including COSTCO where I bought goat cheese. I can't wait to make ravioli. I'm sure they won't be anywhere as good as that at Incongnito....but....what the hey....I didn't taste those so I have no comparison. Maybe my ravioli will be better. /wink
ReplyDeleteIt was FUCKING HOT in the valley. At least 109 degrees or more!! The asphalt parking lots, the baking sun, dripping sweat, burning your ass on the car seats. Gaaaah. We need a break in the weather.
I'll bet it was at the Normandy drop zone, MamaM.
ReplyDeleteWe were there in '95 and I don't remember the name of the zone. As I recall, the viewing area overlooked a flat brown dry field. It was croaking hot, over 100 with no shade and humid. We had to drive into the Fort a ways to get there, past bunkers and greener grassier areas with holes in them that looked as if mortars had landed. I have pictures (prints) but am clueless as to how to get them on the computer. I'll see if the youngerM can help me figure it out because I've got something else I want to post that goes along with the "looking out my window while using the computer theme" on the other thread.
The chutes coming down looked very similar to the photos of drops from WW2 which felt odd to me, as if seeing something real out of time. I wondered then why they were still using that same style. I'd think the steerable ones would be handier, but maybe they're harder or more expensive to use. Whatever the case, it was an amazing sight.
Talked with ElderM who said there'd be a cluster in the sky if a directional chutes were used on group training drops. Which made me laugh, as that would definitely qualify as another amazing sight. Apparently, out and down in bulk with the least amount of fuss is key. He said the ones we'd seen at the airshow were the type used by special forces on higher drops.
ReplyDeleteThanks for a good memory and discussion at the Mhouse, AllenS. All from shit on a shingle.
They don't use directional chutes because those are for jumps from high elevations. Paratroopers usually jump from about 1500 feet at Ft. Bragg. If you have a combat jump, you'll jump from about 500 feet IIRC. At that height, there's no sense in having the reserve chute.
ReplyDeleteClandestine jumps by small groups would use directional chutes, but what you see happening at Ft. Bragg's training exercises, is an insertion of a large amount of troops in a short amount of time.
Obviously, the less time you're in the air, the less chance you have of being shot in the air.
ReplyDeleteGeez, I pretty much stated what MM already had. Good observations.
ReplyDelete@Allen S I talked to elder sonM last night, read him your answer and he liked it. He's in Texas now, and bought his first diesel truck this weekend. It's a 2007 Chevy with 99,000 miles, single owner, driven only in Texas. Since his previous rides have all been northern trucks exposed to snow and salt, he was so impressed with the underside of this one, he sent pictures. It looks almost factory new underneath. He needed a diesel to pull the fifth wheel that's next on the docket, because he travels for work. The old Chevy gas truck he's been using is still going strong at 330,000 miles, and is coming back home to serve as a run about.
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