Doc Holliday: I'm your huckleberry.
[Ringo is startled that it's Holliday and not Wyatt]
Doc Holliday: Why, Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody just walked over your grave.
Johnny Ringo: Fight's not with you, Holliday.
Doc Holliday: I'll beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. Play for blood, remember?
Johnny Ringo: I was just foolin' about.
Doc Holliday: I wasn't. And this time...
[opens his coat to reveal a U.S. Deputy Marshal Badge]
Doc Holliday: ... it's legal.
Johnny Ringo: All right, lunger. Let's do it.
(Holliday shoots down Johnny Ringo and throws his badge on his chest as he lies in the dirt)
Doc Holliday Now I do believe I will find that edutcher who keeps making remarks about "The Searchers." I can't abide a low class man.
I'm your huckleberry...
ReplyDeleteedutcher misses his madame.
ReplyDeleteHeh. I have no comment.
ReplyDeleteWell, I do. But I wont.
I have a question - who did Cody Jarrett used to be?
ReplyDeleteOr, in the words of the old joke, who's Kissinger now?
I have a question - who did Cody Jarrett used to be?
ReplyDeleteMaybe that could be a new post for Troop.
I have a question - who did Cody Jarrett used to be?
ReplyDeleteIndeed. I'm from the old school of MamaM commenters who appreciates continuity and consistency. So when a seemingly familiar face appears with a new name, suspicions are automatically aroused. It seems like fun guessing game but really, is it necessary?
Spinelli has said that he likes to know who he is dealing with. He has ways to find out, too, I am assuming.
ReplyDeleteBut I am just curious. I mean, is Cody just another word for nothing else to Meade?
Or has fionamcgee strayed beyond her Madison boundary?
Expiring minds want to know.
I know, go ask bissage.
But I am just curious. I mean, is Cody just another word for nothing else to Meade?
ReplyDeleteI thought we left a lot of that BS behind at TOP and Lem's.
Yeah, me too. Didn't want it tracked in here on someone's shoe.
ReplyDeleteCody is one of our newer posters who came in recently but a cool dude so don't worry about the Trojan horse thing.
ReplyDeleteI could interrogate Cody, but it just doesn't work in this venue. You folks are actually better than I @ picking up stuff from mobie's.
ReplyDeleteI really don't mind if people change their screen name as I have done it. It usually is pretty easy to figure out after a while so it is no biggie.
ReplyDeleteThere you go. Straight from the horse's ass mouth!
ReplyDelete...don't worry about the Trojan...
ReplyDeleteThat's what she said...
Troopski has provided the tip for the trojan. We're good.
ReplyDeleteThanks Troop.
ReplyDeleteIf I'd known it was going to cause such a ruckus I'd have tried harder to remember to mention it.
I was bored yesterday and reading articles about Cagney (probably my favorite actor ever). That led to watching youtube clips of great Cagney scenes (which...when you consider I own most of the DVD's is just silly...but whatever...) one thing led to another and here we are.
Signed,
CEO-MMP.
No moby. No meade. Nothing.
PS: I'm kinda insulted by the resident chicken, who's changed his own name a couple of times over the years I lurked at TOP before I started commenting.
Don't mind it too much Cody. You see people are a little paranoid about Meade here and we are just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
ReplyDeleteChickie changed his name a couple of times but they were all in the Frank Perdue family.
ReplyDeleteRitmo has as well but is easily recognizable by his style. As I am when I posted as Baron Zemo when I dropped the pretense that it originally started the character with back in the day.
The most interesting change in sock puppet land is the transformation of Inga in the past few weeks.
ReplyDeleteHer postings at Lem sound like they are coming from a totally different person. Which I think they might actually be. I know Chickie has his suspicions as do I that Inga is not who she claims to be. Or alternately that someone has assumed her identity.
It is all quite strange.
I know. I'm right there with them to be honest.
ReplyDeleteAnd I should've said something, I just really didn't give it a thought.
The old name was for a business that's been put on the back burner for the last 5-6 years. Seems a little silly to keep it up.
ReplyDeleteRitmo has as well but is easily recognizable by his style
You saying I got no style?
And someone else has definitely taken over Inga. Or has always been Inga, whichever.
ReplyDeleteIt's kind of sad. Like that whole thing the other day where INga was trying to carry on about coffee being a drug and no one was taking the bait.
That was classic someone else posting style. In my opinion.
The most interesting change in sock puppet land is the transformation of Inga in the past few weeks.
ReplyDeletePerhaps the brand proved so popular and successful, she sold the franchise to someone else?
Talk about a product with no buyers!
ReplyDeleteMore likely she just titrated her meds and is no longer hallucinating.
Probably still delusional, but she is a liberal, so that will never change.
But since she isn't here, I can let it all go. Let go and let God.
Does anyone here other than Sixty know what titrate means? Well, chickie knows. Anyway, here's the definition at dictionary.com:
ReplyDeleteTitrate (Chemistry): to ascertain the quantity of a given constituent by adding a liquid reagent of known strength and measuring the volume necessary to convert the constituent to another form.
WTF?!
Okay, for us dunces does titrate essentially mean dilute?
ReplyDeleteHi, Cody!
ReplyDeleteAnd I don't wanna read any cracks about Jane Russell being higher titrated than Mamie Van Doren. Which, by the way, would have been an injustice.
ReplyDeleteI know the answer, ricpic, but I don't want to spoil it for others.
ReplyDeletePersonally, I think John Ford should have spent some time searching for a location that wasn't Monument Valley. Boy was fixated on mittens or something.
ReplyDeletericpic: Titrate means to determine the corresponding measure of something.
ReplyDeleteSuppose that you had a pair of breasts but that you couldn't visually determine the correct cup size of them but you needed to know that in order to sell the owner of said pair a bra. What would you do? Manipulate them to gauge their size?
The scientific way is to try on differently calibrated bras to find the correct measure. This could be called "titrating the breasts." In chemical parlance you're measuring the titer of something when you use a calibrated solution of something to measure the titer of an unknown. In the bra analogy, the breast cup size is the unknown, and the bras, calibrated in degrees A-F, are the titrant.
New words learned showing syllabic stress:
TI-trate
TI-ter
TI-trant
For Spinelli, the "i'" in titrate is like the "eye" in Italian.
He did because the Navajo's gave him a deal. Besides the scenery of course.
ReplyDeleteI think Sisty was using the phrase "titrate her meds" in the sense of changing the concentration (up or down) to find better efficacy.
ReplyDeleteMy absolute favorite other than the Quiet Man is "She Wore a Yellow Ribbon" because he tried to copy the artwork of Frederick Remington. It is perfect.
ReplyDeletechick, I'm thinking about having some good Eyetalian noodles for dinner tonight.
ReplyDeleteTrooper: Do you need another Western movie thread over at Lem's?
ReplyDeleteI thought I knew what "titration" meant, as in "twin babies face a titration of one each."
ReplyDeleteBut the "eye" pronunciation tells me I was wrong.
I'm thinking about having some good Eyetalian noodles for dinner tonight.
ReplyDelete@Macaroni Grill?
Good gravy!
On the Inga topic. I think it's her and I actually feel a little sorry for her. When I taught middle school it used to break my heart doing cafeteria duty. Kids @ that age are so vulnerable and the excluding a girl from a group was painful for me to watch. Now, I am adamant that she needs to be ignored. I just hate almost anyone getting shunned. That said, I was just watching Jake Tapper and he had an interview w/ that Nasouka Nasouka guy who made the Mohammed video. He was just released from Federal prison. And, that strengthened my resolve to shun.
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ReplyDeletechick - Despite your valiant effort I still don't understand. But then science is a closed book to me.
ReplyDeleteHey Troop, I see that the incredibly stupid decision of a single liberal yenta judge is going to send NYC reeling back into the '70's. I would say enjoy the trip except I'm not as heartless as a standard issue liberal with power.
I think that is the key point. She is being ignored and it drives her wild. Nick has the right idea. Just ignore her and she will implode.
ReplyDeleteChip S - I like the way you think, young man.
ReplyDeleteA friend of mine just had quadruplets. Titration - less than it should be.
Efficacy is precisely what I was referring to - making sure the dosage is Mama Bear - just right.
I have not read any Inga comments lately - it can't be easy being her. But I did see a show about George Lincoln Rockwell - that made me think of her.
I watched Yellow Ribbon recently - not bad, certainly had its moments, but overall it's a silly movie.
I should get a scan of my Monument Valley pictures - I camped real close to one of the mittens. That was 40 years ago - doubt that it has changed much.
Rufus is a tit man.
ReplyDeletericpic said...
ReplyDeletechick - Despite your valiant effort I still don't understand. But then science is a closed book to me.
This actually saddens me and tells me that I must try harder.
Hey Cody -- we're cool. Just be yourself and don't try to hide because we'll suss you out.
ReplyDeleteHey Cody -- we're cool. Just be yourself and don't try to hide because we'll suss you out.
ReplyDeleteWho was trying to hide?
LOL
Thanks Chickie.
Inga has changed? News to me, I haven't read her closely in years.
ReplyDeleteInga's been around for years? I haven't read her that closely.
ReplyDeleteRufus is a tit man
ReplyDeleteSuckin' on his mama's gland
Suckin' on the nipple
It's a-sweeter than the ripple
wine
Yeah, it's sweeter than the wine
You can tell by the way the boy burps
That it's gotta taste fine
Marco Polo craved the spice and silk
But Rufus craves the mam's milk
No moo-cow no billy-goat
Is gonna get the baby's vote
Come on, mama
Come on and open up your shirt
You got the goods, mama
Give the little boy a squirt...
(The irony being that Rufus turned out totally NOT to be a tit man.)
I wonder if Loudon is up to writing a sequel, "Rufus WAS a tit man"?
ReplyDeleteHe's not quite as flippant these days...
ReplyDeleteI used to read Loudon W. II when he wrote for Life.
ReplyDeleteThen Trey stunk up the place.
Now his grandson is doing whatever he does, may the saints preserve him.
Titus is still a tit man, Rufus sounds like Titus. So who freakin' knows.
It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world, except for, well, those rare exceptions.
I read the occasional LW2 thing as a yoot.
ReplyDeleteIf I remain still, if I am alone and silent long enough to hear the sound of my own blood or breathing or digestion above the rustling of leaves or the whir of the refrigerator, my father is likely to turn up. He just arrives unbidden in the long running film of my thoughts like Hitchcock in his pictures. And he looks for all these 40 plus years of disembodiment much like himself: big and sandy haired with freckles on the backs of his hands, perhaps a bit more diffident in the way he holds himself than I remember. He doesn’t stay long and as far as I can tell his visits have no message. Yet - even though years of therapy have led me to make the dark whistling claim that he's finally dead and gone - my father, who died when I was 17, continues to be my principal ghost, a lifelong éminence grise, and only my own end will finish it.