First!!
Hey, Mr.T is wearing my hat!
Who throws a cupcake? Honestly!
So Thursday, Steve Benson (this guy: http://www.azcentral.com/arizona...pinions/benson/
) came and spoke at our college. He happens to be the college president's brother. He described his job as walking through the battlefield after the fighting is done and shooting the wounded. He spoke passionately about the First Amendment and freedom of speech. He also threw in quite a few barbs about our chimp president, the illegal war in Iraq and all the unnecessary deaths resulting from it.
There wasn't any time for questions. If there had been, I hope I would have had the guts to ask him what he thought about 40 million people in Afghanistan and Iraq now having the possibility that they can exercise freedom of speech and ridicule their elected leaders as well. Or put another way, if you were in those peoples' shoes, what would freedom be worth to you?
Why does Mr. T have a cross *and* a Star of David? Is he a Messianic Jew?
I have no patience with people who attack the war in Iraq and/or Afghanistan. Utterly ridiculous. The wars, although bringing death and destruction, have resulted in unprecedented freedom for millions of people.
Huh... Open Thread?
OK...
Gun Safety Tip:
http://blogidaho.blogspot.com/20...darn-
thing.html
Best Wishes on your new Job, Jack.
Jack isn't being completely honest. Actually, he is interviewing for a job in Austria. If that doesn't work out, he will be relocating to Reykjavík. Good luck, Jack.
Very observant Muslihoon! The guys gonna end up with a hump from sportin' all that metal. Is that how you got yours lauraw? 
I think Laura is still holding her breath over at Ace's, waiting for trolls to admit they were wrong about tax policy.
Call 911, quick!
It is mysterious that none of them showed up.
Its almost like, if there's a bit of good news that cannot be cynically deconstructed to mean AMERICA BAD, they just ignore it.
That can't be right.
They must have all been at Mary's Saloon by the Beach, having cocktails.
Yeah.
You can learn everything you need to know about trolls from The Billy Goats Gruff
1) Trolls live alone under bridges where they sruvive by catching, and eating, raw fish. Hence, they have lousy social skills.
2) Trolls are loud and belligerent.
3) Trolls think they are clever, but they are so stupid they can be outwitted by a goat, including a "wee, little" goat.
They must have all been at Mary's Saloon by the Beach, having cocktails.
I think we've discovered that Sybil is a lefty troll! lol!
Last! (until someone else comes along late in the game)
When was the last time we heard from Michael?
"Prosecutors said that 53-year-old Michael . . . suffered a heart attack . . . during a bondage session in a "dungeon" in Asher's condominium and that Asher did nothing to help him for five minutes for fear authorities would find out about her business.
Asher had her boyfriend chop up the body of the 275-pound retired telephone company worker...."
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/
20060...ominatrix_trial
Eeew.
My dad is a 'telephone company worker.'
Not retired, and not that guy, though, thank goodness.
About trolls; can you believe the influx of them at Ace's??
Does this mean he's hit the bigtime? I remember him saying a while ago that he never saw any trolls, and now its like every day.
The "Best Conservative Blog" award probably put a target on him and made some aware of his existence. They come for the rightwing rabidness, but stay for the gayness, hooters, and Jefferson quotes.
If Mike/Mary is a sign of the bigtime, please spare us from that fate. It's like watching two schizophrenic monkeys helping each other at the keyboard--or maybe they're throwing dung at the monkeys in the mirror (as the famous poem says).
Unless you're abdicating, you should also tell Civetta about the thread killing rules around here.
Well, we all know I'm the biggest loser at Ace's.
Riding a thread down to the bitter end, stamping it forever with my last worthless word, to which no one will even bother to reply.
I always thought Michael was that guy here at LFDR.
When was the last time we heard from Michael?
Last Saturday. Since Sunday I've been out of town on business (not too bad: Amelia Island, Florida).
I always thought Michael was that guy here at LFDR.
Indeed I am, sweetheart, and I am here to rescue you from the ignominious fate of the Final Commenter Who Will Never Be Read.
Actually, I think I may have to start editing these comments.
Not for content..but for relative position.
I may start putting all of LW's at the top of the threads, and all of Michael's down at the bottom.
There just seems something...appropriate...about that.
Riding a thread down to the bitter end, stamping it forever with my last worthless word, to which no one will even bother to reply.
Never give up! Never surrender!
Last!?
I don't think so, sweetness of mine.
My husband said he wanted to go someplace he's never been before, I said "How about the kitchen?"
*canned laughter*
Thank you, Thank you very much.
...take my husband...-PLEASE!
*hilarity*
Thank you, you are so very kind.
*plays the violin, badly*
*yawn*
Maybe this will be the thread of eternal life? He works in mysterious ways, you know (no, not Him, Michael)
GO STEELERS!
ÉG er the síðastur! ÉG regla!
Elzbth er a dækja. Hún vilja gefa þú a frjáls blása.
This vilja gerast einungis í þinn draumur , Mikjálsmessa. The draumur í hver þú vera í Bruce Wayne's búningur með ætur nærbuxur buxur.
Hey! I just know you're talking about me! Stop it!
Are those helicopters I hear?
Don't make me do all the work here, 'tards! Talk some more of that Klingon.
Hamingjusamur Fæðingardagur , Brewfan, this Klingon er fyrir þú. The þyrla ert fyrir þú , einnig.
Anonymous,
Katzenjammer schlemizel bratwurst falafel.
This blog may be dying, but this thread shall have eternal life. Bwahahahaha!
I’m going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we’ll fill in the missing colors
In each other’s paint-by-number dreams
And then we’ll put out dark glasses on
And we’ll make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We’ll get up and do it again
Get it up again
I admire your commitment to keeping this thread alive, but your singing is a bit off key.
Have i told you that Elizabeth is a beautiful name? That was my grandma's name and it's my oldest daughter's middle name
I'm ashamed I missed 2/6, though.
Are you using flattery to get me to help you keep this thread alive? Well, that will never...Damn! It worked!
Thought For The Day:
If a man says something in the forest and no woman is around to hear him, is he still wrong?
Brewfan: yes.
lol! Congrats on your Steelers, btw. Youse guys is catching up to us in World Titles!
Thanks Brewfan. I had $100 riding on the game too--my first sports bet. It felt slightly wicked...in a good way.
What is your team with all the world titles?
What is your team with all the world titles?
Well, Lipstick, you didn't actually direct that question at me, but do the San Antonio Spurs ring a bell?
We're going all the way this year too, so I may as well teach y'all the proper cheer, as follows:
GO SPURS GO!
Note well the following: A single GO is indadequate. No serious Spurs fan would be caught dead yelling "GO SPURS!" There must be two GOs bracketing the team name.
More importantly, it is an unforgivable faux pas in South Texas to insert commas when the cheer appears in written form. There can be no punctuation other than the final exclamation point.
Your welcome.
"Your welcome"??
Just keep your hands off my welcome!
I meant, of course, you are welcome.
Sorry for the typo.
Now, I wouldn't mind getting my hands on your "welcome," but that's really not what I was talking about.
Say, Brew, how long do you intend to keep this up? Cuz, I got this thread bookmarked, dude. I'm thinkin' you basically have your own blog going here. You have three regular commenters already. Not bad!
BTW, going to Georgia tomorrow and won't be back until Wednesday. I'll take my laptop, but my participation will depend on wireless access.
Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?
Yeah, I couldn't resist tweaking you Michael, since you are the grammar/spelling dude here.
Have a good trip.
Nice place you got here, Brew.
I think I'll get drunk tonight and compose some poetry in your honor.
Hello from Georgia. This is the first message I have ever sent using a Wi-Fi connection.
Hi lauraw,
Come on in. Would you like some hot chocolate? Look, marshmallows, your favorite. Would you like a shot of brandy in there too? Have you met my pony?
Michael,
On the assumption you're in Atlanta, I think its only fair to warn you that Mrs. Michael has paid informers at the Gold Club, Cheetah III, and the Taj Mahal. I wouldn't be going there if I were you.
Brewfan,
Setting up your own blog site by homesteading an eternal thread is truly an inspirational choice. It's certainly a cozy place. Are you going to paint the bedroom?
It is a very nice little pony. I think he likes me.
Are you sure its OK to keep a pony indoors?
I think he wants one of my marshmallows. No, pony.
No, pony, those are mine.
NO PONY THOSE ARE MY MARSHMALLOWS.
Setting up your own blog site by homesteading an eternal thread is truly an inspirational choice. Yes. I'm liking the concept of blogsteading. I think I'd like to use the Brawny Cabin metaphor as my 'theme'. I would think the next step is to name my new blogstead. Any suggestions?
P.S. lauraw, it looks like your eyes are puffy. Have you been crying? Where's the pony?
Yes, yes I have been crying.
The pony bit me and took my marshmallows.
I'm OK.
Sometimes the day just looks at you funny.
Pony is on your bed, eating marshmallows and watching porn.
Must...save...thread. Must...stop...lauraw...before...she kills again.
Setting up your own blog site by homesteading an eternal thread is truly an inspirational choice.
Yeah, at least until Ace notices he is paying for Brewfan's BlogWisconsin.
Many you should leave out any fancy graphics, Brew.
Not sure 'homesteading' is the world.
'Squatting' seems more appropriate.
word
"Squatting" presents an unfortunate mental image. How about "hunkering down"?
BlogWisconsin it is. If you're going to comment here make sure you're conversant in the local dialect
Ummm, Brewfan...I think you are supposed to , you know, blog about something before we can comment. Or we could go with the Brawny theme and I can drop this ice cube.
I always found "That Seventies Show" to be a more realistic depiction of life in suburban Wisconsin than Happy Days or Laverne & Shirley.
Your thoughts, Brewfan?
Hey, Jack is alive! Not that you would know from reading his own blog.
Ummm, Brewfan...I think you are supposed to , you know, blog about something before we can comment
Ohhh! Ok, then how about this? The Winter Olympics are coma-inducing boring. Talk among yourselves.
Your thoughts, Brewfan?
Well, being the pop culture maven that I am I would disagree with you on both. Clearly the definitive metaphor for Wisconsin suburban living was Step By Step. I mean, isn't it obvious that Wisconsin is loaded with Suzanne Somer look-alikes?
So does "BrewFan" refer to a fondness for suds and/or the N.L. team that should be an A.L. team?
Follow up question: Do you have any boys named Cecil, Robin, Paul, Gorman, Rollie, or Sixto?
So does "BrewFan" refer to a fondness for suds and/or the N.L. team that should be an A.L. team?
Yes.
Follow up question: Do you have any boys named Cecil, Robin, Paul, Gorman, Rollie, or Sixto?
Ahhh, the glory years! A pussy-hair away from a World Title!
A baseball blog?
Bring back the pony!
Did you know baseballs are made out of horsehair? Just kidding...
Dude, who bogarted my Cool Ranch Doritos?
lauraw hook me on Achewood cartoon.
Great Outdoor Fight story arc make pony whinny and cry laughing.
*jets copious hot urine on Brewfan's nightstand*
That's what pony call streaming internet.
I know it will end lamely, but the trip is worth it.
Brewfan no mind if I break chair.
*clip clop*
*clip clop*
*clip clop*
*clip clop*
I like this new commenting Pony.
He talks like a cross between the Incredible Hulk and Samurai Ninja, MD.
But then what can you expect from a freakin Pony?
*sputter*
I knew I was due for a coat of glossy polyeurethane, but what the hell was that for!
I smell apple.
Where is the apples.
Who does pony have to blow to get an apple.
I'm going to have to ban the pony because...because...because...just because!
*notices the couch*
Oh, hello.
*erection*
You know, it occurred to me how dangerous the swamp behind the woods behind our yard is after this last snowfall.
Extremely wet Fall and Winter; thaws up North swelled the River and all of this has flooded the swamp to the point that it's almost a lake.
Warm January, then a brief chill to create just a veneer of ice on the water.
Then two feet of snow, so it all looks like dry land.
I'm thinking that swamp can kill a lot of coyotes.
Now how to lure them out there...
Now how to lure them out there...
They'll seek refuge in the swamp to escape a barrage a taters from a well-made spud cannon.
*gazing at couch with huge pony erection*
Don't be shy. Talk to me. I good and nice pony.
Coyotes love pony meat, fresh and on the hoof, maybe tied to a stake.
You so pretty
You so pretty
You so pretty
You so pretty
You so pretty
You so pretty
OH, *grunt*
Unhhh
Hey Pony! What can I get for a bushel?
I love...I love pony.
[kicks pony, nfl style, out of the cabin]
Thats how I roll!
Thought for the Day:
An apple a day keeps the pony at bay.
Is BlogWisconsin going to invite questions today for ASK BREW THURSDAY?
In responding to ASK BREW THURSDAY questions, will BlogWisconsin blatantly pander to the female commenters?
Does BlogWisconsin have a policy regarding commenters who submit helpful advice on spelling and grammar?
"pony blog"
Just think about it.
Yes, indeed. Lets have Ask Brew Thursday™*. Mrs. BrewFan has always maintained that I'm full of answers. Well, 'answers' isn't the exact term she uses, but you get the idea. Fire away, my peeps, fire away.
*questions must be submitted by midnight Haloscan Standard Time (whatever the hell that is)
1. I'm going along with my son on the scout snow-cave camping trip tomorrow. Any advice?
2. Have you ever worn cheese on your head?
3. What do Wisconsinites think of Bud Selig?
Then I had a question for pony, but found the answer:
"It's not normal for your stallion to masturbate, so you should take steps to stop him if he does-it'll affect his sperm count.
Busted! Wild stallions, as well as stallions in confinement, will drop their penises, become fully erected, and "masturbate" (move the penis upwards towards the belly) as often as every 3 hours, if left undisturbed. But they rarely ejaculate-so the sperm count isn't adversely affected. And, contrary to popular belief, a stallion that does this isn't necessarily more potent or fertile; this is just normal behavior that goes with the territory of being a stallion."
Summing up, I think your couch was just dry humped.
http://equisearch.com/horses_car...ding/eqmyth642/
I think we have a time-sensitive question:
I'm going along with my son on the scout snow-cave camping trip tomorrow. Any advice?
Yes. Give him a hug everyday (just not in front of the guys) and tell him you're proud of him. Also, don't eat the yellow snow.
Hey! You're swiping advice from Frank Zappa!
Hey Brew.
What's the start-up cost of a blog?
Thanks,
Curious in Topeka
How can I get apple.
I have apples.
Here pony pony pony.
Let's have a "Guess Who The Pony Is" contest.
My entry: Slublog.
Rationale: Slub is demented under the best of circumstances. A pregnant wife has apparently pushed him over the edge. Plus, "Clip Clop" sounds familiar.
There was a pony, and a house on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident!
*looking into window of secluded mountain cabin*
Brewfan no mind if I look at her.
I thought pony was Lauraw.
1. Is BrewFan as much of a nazi about getting questions in on time as Jack?
2. Would you, could you in a box?
3. Would you, could you with a fox?
I leave secret gift for Brewfan on front step.
Too clues: It fall out of my ass and it not a toaster.
*whinny! SNORT*
Brewfan need five roll of Brawny towel now.
Too clues: It fall out of my ass and it not a toaster.
C****ford?
It's starting to look like Brew is no more prompt than Jack when it comes to answering questions.
Unless Boy Scouts are involved.
Hmmmm.
I'm building up some suspense!
Actually, we just got done with my beautiful granddaughter's 1st birthday party. I'm pooped. Answers tomorrow. Scout's honor!
I'm pooped.
Yeah. Pony took care of that. Grab a few rolls of Brawny paper towels and check out the "toasters" on your front porch.
The first official Ask BrewFan Thursday™ answers are in!
skinbad
Have you ever worn cheese on your head?
As you get to know me, you'll realize I'm not a follow-the-crowd kind of person. So, while, most
Wisconsinites would cheerfully acknowledge the sporting of the chapeau du frommage, I can't do so. I do, however, own and wear on appropriate occasions a cheese tie.
What do Wisconsinites think of Bud Selig?
Its hard to describe but let's try a word picture; imagine your mother-in-law driving your new Porsche over a cliff (mixed feelings). He did bring back major league baseball to Milwaukee after the Braves headed south. No small feat, that. On the other hand, he promised the taxpayers of southeast Wisconsin that if we sprung for a new stadium it would generate enough revenue to hike the salary budget and make the Brewers competitive once again. Well, the taxpayers said yes, the stadium was built (beautiful, btw), revenues increased substantially but instead of increasing payroll they
paid off debt. Same suck-ass team.
harrison
What's the start-up cost of a blog?
Well, one could create a very sophisticated business model that they might use to anticipate cash flows and guage the net present value of their investment therefore insuring the maximum return on
their investment. Or they could shamelessly suck the bandwidth of somebody else's blog while they weren't looking.
pony
How can I get apple.
Strike a deal with lauraw; apples for garden fertilizer! Its win-win.
Sobek
Is BrewFan as much of a nazi about getting questions in on time as Jack?
I'm not allowed to answer at this time. Please resubmit your question on or before midnight, 2/23/2006, Haloscan Standard Time (whatever the hell that is)
I'm not a follow-the-crowd kind of person.
Oh really? What a shock!
I try so hard to be just like everyone else. Guys like you piss me off.
Or they could shamelessly suck the bandwidth of somebody else's blog while they weren't looking.
I kinda like this model. It makes calculating the correct WACC irrelevant.
I know Brewfan understands WACC. It's the discount rate that is necessary in order to discount future cash flows in order to calculate the NPV that is used to evaluate an investment. If anyone is curious, WACC is described here.
Wow! Brewfan answers the questions quickly, then Michael explains one or more of the answers. What a great deal! WACC that NPV.
I never thought these words would ever come from my mouth but I think I agree with Barbara Boxer! WTF was Bush thinking?
I have no ability to engage in long distance mind reading, so I have no idea what he was thinking. It seems people on both sides of the aisle are thinking this was a mistake. I agree.
Is this the end of the eternal thread? Did it really need pony to survive?
I feel like a question slut, but thanks for the answers. If you dug a snow cave every day, you would be able to kick the Tae Bo guy's ass. Watching a bunch of 12-16 year olds eat sloppy joe's with numb faces and gloves (orange from ear to ear and forehead to chin) was a highlight for me.
I have no ability to engage in long distance mind reading, so I have no idea what he was thinking
Not a bad thing, all in all. If you could do long distance mind reading you would have read Michael's thoughts by now. God knows what trauma that would induce.
Is this the end of the eternal thread?
No, my dear. As long as I draw breath, so shall this thread!
If you could do long distance mind reading you would have read Michael's thoughts by now. God knows what trauma that would induce.
Well, hell, just ask me:
Elzbth is accosted by hoodlums, who drag her into a dark alley. Batman swoops down from an adjacent roof top. The hoodlums are soundly thrashed.
"Oh Batman," sighs Elzbth, "How can I thank you? I'll do anything!
Batman smiles . . .
Then Batman whips something rectangular out his tool belt and says, "dásamlegu! ÉG vilja til leika " fara fiskur "
Þú vilja stynja með ánægja hvenær þú ert með mig.
I think this eternal thread is great. And we get questions and answers in the same month. My head is spinning! Long live Brewfan!
This comments thread is one-fourth of the way to Little Green Footballs status. Very impressive.
Contemplate This:
Why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways?
[h/t George Carlin (or was it Gallagher?)]
The Eternal Thread reminds me of the Seinfeld show in a way. It is a thread about nothing, yet it is still entertaining.
Brewfan, are you going to take Sobek's insulting lying down?
Brewfan, are you going to take Sobek's insulting lying down?
insult? huh. I thought that was a compliment. Like he was impressed with the fact that its only taken 24 days to record 125 comments by the same handful of retards...hey, wait a minute!
#127!!
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, stayin' aliiiiiiiivvvvvvvveeee.
I'm still hanging in here -- as long as we don't start talking about the Dubai Ports Deal.
Hey, today is my birthday, so be nice to me.
Will you still beat me,
Will you say "eat me,"
When I'm 54?
You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too--yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday, Michael. But speaking as a 4000-year-old crocodile, I can confidently say that birthdays get less and less significant as the years go by.
Pony stamp Michael birthday number.
*stamp*
*stamp*
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Pony rest for while.
Happy Birthday Michael!
Another year on the correct side of the grass is a wonderful thing.
*stamp*
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*stamp*
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*stamp*
*stamp*
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*stamp*
*stamp*
*stamp*
*stumble*
pony filled with regret.
C'mon pony.
Doesn't Michael deserve the couch treatment on his special day?
Thanks to the BlogWisconsin faithful for your kind birthday wishes. Feel free to resume the ridicule tomorrow.
Um, pony, how much longer are you going to be humping my leg?
Happy Birthday you old fart! (Ok, so you're only two years older then me, but at our age that two years can be very precious)
(Ok, so you're only two years older then me, but at our age that two years can be very precious)
Yeah, I have to use the nose hair trimmer slightly more often than you.
Getting old sucks. I want the payoff. I want grandchildren. I'm going to be the best grandfather on this planet.
I got two really good CDs from my daughter for my birthday. She has great taste in music (mostly because her boyfriend, Drew, is a very accomplished musician). If you want some great tunes that your friends don't know about yet, I recommend:
Plans, by death cab for cutie.
The Clarence Greenwood Rocordings, by Citizen Cope.
Trust me. Get the Citizen Cope CD, especially, and play track 9 when you're going to lunch with you're co-workers. You will be instantly cool.
Happy birthday, Michael. Hope your day was great.
Thank you, Elzbth. Because it's my birthday, I'm going to be a gentleman today and not make any lewd comments about you. Like Jack, I really think you're very sweet. I'm sorry if, in my attempts to be humorous, I've said anything to offend you. Please forgive me.
*Michael adjusts Batman suit and commences lewd fantasy about Elzbth*
Happy Birthday, Michael. I'm about 20 years from grandkids, but I'm looking forward to it, too. Hold the family close today.
So, how is everyone today? Good? Good.
Did you guys know I invented bling? It's true:
http://www.egyptianmyths.net/sobek.htm
They built me this special pool, covered me with gold and jewels and stuff, and if I was in a good mood, I didn't eat them. That's just the way I roll.
Must be some good Egyptian pr0n or snuff pics, our filter at work won't let me see it.
Some excellent and free management training available here. Make sure you watch addressing employee complaints. lauraw, I'm sure some of these principles could be applied to your customers.
For BrewFan's benefit:
"A crocodile-god, he was worshipped in cities that depended on water, such as the oasis city of Arsinoe (Crocodilopolis), where the reptiles were kept in pools and adorned with jewels."
Although if you think about it, all cities depend on water, so that's kind of a stupid statement. It's a little more accurate to say I was worshipped wherever I threatened to devour people if they didn't worship me.
Because again, that's just the way I roll.
You're not so tough, mate. Crikey!
Sobek, did you move to Las Vegas so you could lounge around the pool area wearing massive amounts of bling and not feel out of place?
Michael, that isn't that the Batman costume you were wearing while pony was giving you a birthday present, is it?
BrewFan, it's Thursday. I don't know if I need to wait for a formal "Ask Brew" announcement or what, so just in case, I'll go ahead and ask.
In your opinion, what is the best fast food burger for the price?
For Ask Brew Thursday:
Have you ever been ice fishing?
If yes, why?
Living in Wisconsin, haven't you noticed that Lutherans are smarter and better looking than the general population?
Are you dumber and uglier than the general population?
Well then, why aren't you Lutheran? I mean, in your town you could walk to church. You're just being stubborn, right?
Update: SobekPundit for President!
Mr. Fan,
What makes Michael dress up as Batman?
And what is your prognosis?
I'll hang up now and listen to your answer.
Harrison's question is late!
The Ask BrewFan Thursday™ question deadline has been extended to 11:59 P.M. Haloscan Standard Time (whatever the hell that is) Friday, February 24th, 2006
Hey Michael...
Neener, neener, nyah, nyah, nyah!
Question 2:
What do you think it's going to take to get Bud Selig removed from the position of Baseball Commissioner?
Thanks, A Nationals Fan.
My questions for Brewfan:
Would you like to have the power to ban Michael?
Wouldn't it be fun just for him to know the threat existed?
Would BlogWisconsin be a better or worse place in his absence?
What do blind punks, bean holes, and barber chairs have in common?
Have you ever known an Alice in Dairyland?
What happened to Civetta?
I kinda miss her.
Civetta spends all her time over at HayZeus's blog.
Which is OK by me. Because if there is one thing I'm about, it's quality control.
Oh...and not blogging.
Is nothing sacred?
I subscribe to MSN Radio. Because I do software consulting for a living I can enjoy music most places I work as long as there is web access. I don't generally like paying for things from the InterWebs but this has turned out to be quite the value. My favorite channel has become the Fan Favorites. The way this works is you pick an artist and the playlist generated will be songs recommended by fans who also like the artist you picked. Today I chose songs recommended by other users who like Carole King. It was very enjoyable. I think I'm a little suprised on how closely 'the other users' and myself agree on what is good music!
My girlfriend and I went to the New England Flower Show at the Hartford Expo Center this evening.
I saw daffodils and flowering trees and tulips and water gardens and we petted a gorgeous police dog German Shepherd and a guy accosted me, trying to get me to try his Aloe Vera lotion from his display booth, really jumped out and scared me and we declined and walked away hurriedly, laughing, and we saw many wondrous chlorophyll-filled things.
The Butterfly exhibit was surrounded by people pressed up against the glass, marveling at seeing colorful delicate living things in such a dead cold windy dreary time.
I bought my obligatory three bales of coir potting medium.
My girlfriend bought some great big lavender sachets that we sniffed from time to time.
I bought some sugar snap pea seeds and inoculant earlier, and my mind is set for Spring.
Nice story LW. But, and I mean no (or only very slight) offense, Pony tells much better ones.
My son Andrew was born on December 4th. We lived in St. Louis at the time, and it was a bitter cold winter. When he was about three weeks old, I took him to the Climatron at Missouri Botanical Gardens all by myself, without Mrs. Michael. The Climatron is this huge glass dome that contains a tropical rain forest. Andy and I walked through there, in the humid organic air, and I held him up to flowers and ripe bananas and stuff.
It seems silly now, but I just didn't want my newborn son to think the world was like December. I wanted him to get some early experience of the rich smell of life.
BrewFan Answers
Sobek:
In your opinion, what is the best fast food burger for the price?
1. Whataburger Jalapeno Burger - I lived in Phoenix for three years and loved these things.
2. Culver's Butter Burger - The buttered and grilled bun is delicious but I'm influenced by the chocolate shakes.
3. Steak 'n Shake - see #2 above
Michael:
Have you ever been ice fishing? If yes, why?
No I haven't. I bought an ice fishing pole with the Farm and Fleet gift card I got for Christmas but I haven't tried it yet. My future son-in-law is an avid ice fisherman and wants me to try it but I'll be honest and tell you I'm not enthusiastic about freezing my ass off to catch a few fish. I'd much rather fish the seafood counter at the Piggly Wiggly.
Living in Wisconsin, haven't you noticed that Lutherans are smarter and better looking than the general population?
No, I haven't noticed because (see next question)
Are you dumber and uglier than the general population?
What were we talking about, now?
Well then, why aren't you Lutheran? I mean, in your town you could walk to church. You're just being stubborn, right?
The Wisconsin Synod church is within walking distance but I don't think they're accepting new members.
harrison
Mr. Fan, What makes Michael dress up as Batman? And what is your prognosis?
I'll hang up now and listen to your answer.
Its compensation for having a tiny wee-wee. My prognosis? An inch more, he'd be a king. An inch less, he'd be a queen.
What do you think it's going to take to get Bud Selig removed from the position of Baseball Commissioner? Thanks, A Nationals Fan.
As a Nats fan I'd think you'd be applying for membership in the Bud Selig fan club! You'd still be an Orioles fan if it weren't for Bud! But to answer your question, 30 new owners.
Jack M.
Would you like to have the power to ban Michael?
Wouldn't it be fun just for him to know the threat existed?
Would BlogWisconsin be a better or worse place in his absence?
This question posed a moral dilemma for me. As a charter member of the Banned by Bill
Association™ I have a certain amount of compassion for the downtrodden (e.g., Michael). On the other hand its all about power, right? So in keeping with the high ethical standards imprinted on me
throughout my life by people of character I'd have to answer...HELL YES! Bwahahahahahah! As far as
whether BlogWisconsing would be better or worse, I'd have to think about that. God brings trials and tribulations into our lives for a reason you know.
skinbad
What do blind punks, bean holes, and barber chairs have in common?
Been exploring the riches of Wisconsin history and culture, I see. Very good.
Have you ever
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skinbad
What do blind punks, bean holes, and barber chairs have in common?
Been exploring the riches of Wisconsin history and culture, I see. Very good.
Have you ever known an Alice in Dairyland?
Not personally but when I was 6 years old I met Alice at the State Fair; she was handing out free ice cream and that made an indelible impression on me. To this day, when ever I see attractive young women I start to salivate. Sorta like Pavlov's dog, just grosser.
Jack,
As much as I'd like to take credit for cleaning up your blog I'm sorry to report that Civetta hasn't been posting much at my blog either. 
Excuse me, is this thread taken ?
I've been homeless since Katrina, and I'm looking for a thread, a place to rest my head, bury my dead.
Burrrrup !
Ah, that felt good. Like I was sayin', If there's nothing important happening here, then, I'll be moving along.....lemme just check the chairs for some coins.
*clip clop*
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*clip clop*
*clip clop*
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*clip clop*
That lauraw, she genius.
*whinny! stamp stamp stamp*
pony say thank you. be here all week.
try the apples.
Tomorrow, BogWisconsin is one month old. That's gotta be some kind of record for a comment thread on a specialty blog. My hat is off to you, BrewFan.
Time for a BlogWisconsin contest. The first person (or pony) to email me (bkepapa@yahoo.com) the correct answer to this brain teaser wins a chance to become the first BlogWisconsin contest winner:
You threw away the outside and cooked the inside. Then you ate the outside and threw away the inside. What did you eat?
I check Jack's blog hourly.
I did not know this was going on behind my back.
Whaaaah.
sniff
I'm OK now.
Here I thought you just didn't like me! Welcome to BlogWisconsin! Parasitic Blogging At Its Finest™
We have a winner in the first BlogWisconsin brain teaser contest. HayZeus submitted the winning answer Mon, 27 Feb 2006 23:30:55 -0500:
corn
Retired Geezer comes in second place with the correct answer (see above) and gets an honorable mention for funniest alternate answer:
pony
harrison gets a participation trophy for getting the wrong answer. But, hey, this is like special ed, so everybody's a winner in my book!
Off to Chicago, see you later. Keep The Thread Alive!
Wow, I won. Thanks, Brew! I feel so special now.
pony bad at riddle
Sorry pony, but the answer was not "clop." Better luck next time, though.
Anyone who's interested in reading about INDC Bill getting kicked in the kiwis can check out my latest blogger interview here
Wow, I won. Thanks, Brew! I feel so special now.
That's because you are 'special'. You are a person!
Excuse me. Wrong answer?
I demand a recount!!
I said a baked apple. You peel it, throw away the peel, and cook the inside.
When it's cooked you eat the outside and throw away the core.
Huh? Huh? "But, hey, this is like special ed, so everybody's a winner in my book!"
Did you just call me a 'tard?
My answer was "pussy" and I didn't even get an Honorable Mention.
Good morning from the Windy City. I'm getting ready to go learn more about Threat Modeling. Nerd heaven, you ask? Why yes, yes it is. BTW, harrison, I would never call you a 'tard! You are Differently Abled.
Anyone who's interested in reading about INDC Bill getting kicked in the kiwis...
Fantastic! Any chance of a movie?
Brewfan!
BREEWFAAAAN!!
*sobbing*
'BTW, harrison, I would never call you a 'tard! You are Differently Abled.'
Look Becka, I baked you a cake!
"Don't Call Me Corky, Call Me harrison" -
nice cake!
I'm back from Chicago and full of nerdy goodness. I think I picked up just enough h4XX0r sk1lz to crack Jack's bank account and clean him out. I'm going to use the money to get pony new shoes and lauraw one of these for use after the Spring Awakening.
I'm a Ruth Stout follower.
I do not till.
Tilling and pulling weeds is for suckers.
But thanks anyway...
And BTW, I went to the Cabin yesterday and pony greeted me on the front step.
He was very polite and said nice things about my appearance.
I started to thank him and the next thing I knew I was on the ground, and he was biting my wrist, HARD.
Then he galloped off down the hill with the big bag of Cool Ranch Doritos I brought for you.
Didn't get the beer, though.
*fssst*
I had given up on Iowahawk thinking he never updated, but clicked there today and saw something appropriate to BlogWisconsin. Headline:
Seething Midwest Explodes Over Lombardi Cartoons
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I guess I should use Ace's "tinyurl" tip, but somehow even thinking about it conflicts with my sense of manhood.
"Pulling weeds is for suckers"? Not if you have the will...in this heat....
I do not till.
Tilling and pulling weeds is for suckers.
I forgot you're married.
Pulling weeds is kinda fun if you don't have any plants you're trying to save. I had to pull a bunch on a plot of dirt before planting some grass (note: not a euphemism) there.
Is there anything you horndogs can't turn into a euphemism for some sexual act?
Is there anything you horndogs can't turn into a euphemism for some sexual act?
Geez, Laura, if you're going to put references to pulling and sucking into the same sentence, you're kind of asking for it.
Sorry about your scary incident with the truck on the snowy road. Here's something to cheer you up while you wait for spring:
There is a privacy about it [winter] which no other season gives you... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
Ruth Stout
One more:
There are many tired gardeners but I've seldom met old gardeners. I know many elderly gardeners but the majority are young at heart. Gardening simply does not allow one to be mentally old, because too many hopes and dreams are yet to be realized. The one absolute of gardeners is faith. Regardless of how bad past gardens have been, every gardener believes that next year's will be better. It is easy to age when there is nothing to believe in, nothing to hope for; gardeners, however, simply refuse to grow up. Thomas Jefferson said once, "Though an old man, I am but a young gardener"."
Allan Armitage
One of the most endearing things about England, BTW, is that there are so many batshit crazy gardeners. You can't have a better time in the U.K than to ask a Brit about his/her garden, and get a tour. They will talk your frickin' ear off.
Just belatedly trying to close my blockquote tag.
"Is there anything you horndogs can't turn into a euphemism for some sexual act?"
I was actually referring to marijuana. Get your mind out of the gutter.
200!!
Those quotes did cheer me up Michael, thank you.
Like the English, I could talk gardening all day if I'm with a kindred spirit.
(fag)
I always like to be fashionably late for everything. Does this count?
To owner of pony: My niece's birthday is fast approaching and she wants a pony at her party. May I borrow pony? Is there any guarantee it won't attempt to dry hump one of the party-goers?
So my wife and I put our bed together last night. We've been working on this thing on Wednesday nights at the college woodshop since last fall. It's ash with some oak plywood for the panels and looks kind of nice, if I do say so. It's a platform with six drawers on each side and a headboard and footboard bolted/screwed on. It didn't look all that big in the woodshop. We've been sleeping with the mattress on the floor and when I put the mattress on, it comes up to my waist. I'm 6'3", she's 5'4". It looks like a wall of bed. Kind of enormous for the room. I'm starting to laugh and she's looking like the tears are about to start. Good grief.
I'll ask BrewFan; I'll ask all the kind readers of this weird, offshoot blog: What would you do?
Here ya go, skinny: SOLUTION FOR YOU
'Don't fall out of bed' is my advice.
And;
There may be a hidden benefit to this little snafu. I will not elaborate.
Thanks Civetta,
That's certainly under consideration. We've also talked about mini-trampolines and a pole vault.
We've got a neighbor on one window side. The bed is higher than the window. We can just sit up in the morning and give them a friendly wave. Yes, we have blinds, but like looking at the stars at night.
LW, I put a slight tilt on the platform so she'll subconsciously find her way to my side a little more often. In my own stupid way, I'm always thinking (I didn't really, but I told her I did).
Thanks Civetta,
That's certainly under consideration. We've also talked about mini-trampolines and a pole vault.
We've got a neighbor on one window side. The bed is higher than the window. We can just sit up in the morning and give them a friendly wave. Yes, we have blinds, but like looking at the stars at night.
LW, I put a slight tilt on the platform so she'll subconsciously find her way to my side a little more often. In my own stupid way, I'm always thinking (I didn't really, but I told her I did).
Sorry.
Just doing my part to help BrewFan on his way to 300.
I'm 6'3", she's 5'4".
Wow, Skinbad. Does the term spinner mean anthing to you?
spinner?
Of course it means something to me. Depends on what you're fishing for, I guess.
So, Michael, it sounds like you've traveled a lot. Tell me:
What is the most unusual place you've been to?
What was your favorite place?
Have you ever been on a cruise?
Those are a couple of tough questions, Lipstick. I've got to make a list first just to remember. Give me a while.
Except for the third. I've never been on a cruise. I figure we'll do that when I'm too old to rent a car and take off.
I've been on about 30 cruises, they're great for seeing a lot of different places and not having to pack and unpack your luggage every day. But it is great to rent a car and go where and when you want too.
I like the smaller ships like Windstar where there are no lines, open seating and a casual dress code.
Bonus: back in the day, when the officers were European, ideally Norwegian, it was bliss for a young single girl.
Well, Lipstick, that sure brought back some memories. I've never actually made a list like that. Thirty-two countries (I'm counting Hawaii).
I've added a few more categories to your question. Of the places I have visited, my highly subjective choices are:
Most unusual: Malaysia or Peru
Most Scenic: New Zealand
Most Women with Big Hooters: Israel
Most Women with Great Legs: Korea
Most People Who Can Easily Drink You Under The Table: Australia
Favorite Overall: Italy
Skinbad,
Tell your wife that you love her and want her to be happy so you will do what ever she wants you to do. She probably feels guilty for all of the work that went into making the bed, and just needs to know that either way you will live with her decision. Change is really hard for women. I am an Interior Designer and I have long thought that the only time a woman wants to redecorate is when she is unhappy with either her life or her marriage. The fact that she-your wife- is not happy with the change means (to me) that she is happy with you and her marriage, but not with her decision. She will be o.k. with the bed, however, once you let her know that you will be alright keeping or getting rid of the new bed. Let her know that she is not stuck with a bad decision, that you enjoyed the time making the bed, and you love her. The problem will be solved. Then the two of you can take the bed back to the wood shop and take some or all of the drawers out from under the bed and make it a better height.
I once changed from a low bed to a much higher one. One morning, I got out and my forward momentum almost sent me through a window. The window wasn't open, and I caught myself against the night stand with my head hitting the wall. Some things are funny after the fact, but the thought of sailing through that second floor window helps me realize that you're never too far from a Darwin award ceremony.
Tell your wife that you love her and want her to be happy so you will do what ever she wants you to do.
Skinbad, you gotta ask yourself, would Chris Klein take this advice?
Wow. Lots of traffic on BlogWisconsin. Maybe I should consider adding SiteMeter and/or some blog ads to the thread. Anyhoo, due to my nerd excursion Ask BrewFan Thursday(and sometimes Friday)™ is open for business until midnight Sunday Haloscan Time (whatever the hell that is). Fire at will!
BTW, skinbad, as I'm a major league penny pincher my advice to you would be these.
Wow, Brewfan, you really are chea...I mean a penny-pincher.
Question: Which is longer, Stairway to Heaven or A Whiter Shade of Pale?
Second Question: Will anyone under the age of 40 willingly listen to the complete version of either song, or In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida?
Actually, I think that's A Lighter Shade of Pale, not that I really give a ... ummm....care.
Thanks Jayne--(the official nicest commenter award is deserved)We moved the dressers out, which was the point of getting a bed with drawers in the first place, and it doesn't dwarf the room quite as much now. We'll see what a little time brings.
Michael--while I appreciate the humor value in the philosophical underpinnings of Kleinism, I have to say that if he didn't have the I.Q. of ball of dung clinging to a sheep's ass, he probably would take Jayne's advice.
Brew--you think $130 is cheap? I'll just keep my mouth (and wallet) shut. Besides, those rails would be dangerously close to the ceiling fan. Consider my ask Brew and Friends question answered for the week.
Skinny, for what it's worth, if I were in your situation, I'd placate my ass off for Mrs. Michael.
Fortunately, our bed is just fine. So, let's just forget this conversation, OK?
Placaters.
I should ban all of you jokers, for being such wussies.
Except for Jayne, and Elzbth and LauraW of course. After all, at the end of the day they are hungry and call me Daddy.
But I know if I did that, LauraW would turn this into a gardening blog.
So consider this a non-placating verbal warning. Go forth and placate no more!
Brew--you think $130 is cheap?
Compared to what you spent constructing that bed? Yep.
I should ban all of you jokers, for being such wussies.
We're sorry, Dad. We won't do it again, promise.
*heads hanging; sorry faces on Michael and skinbad*
By the way, wxjames, welcome to BlogWisconsin. Enjoyed your story about almost taking a header out the window. Wish I had a buck for every time I almost killed myself doing something retarded.
My question for Ask Brewfan Thursday™:
Do you have any opinion about the Sony Vaio? I just got one for work and, frankly, I'm in love with the darn thing. It's got Bluetooth, cellular and Wi-Fi access, and is very light and compact, so it's extremely travel friendly. The keyboard is not so small that it's obnoxious, but it takes some getting used to. At work it just sits in a docking station so I can have a bigger keyboard and monitor, but you can also use the laptop's screen as an extension of the monitor (just to park your Inbox, for example, while you do something else on the monitor). The cursor will travel right over from the monitor to the laptop like it's all one screen. Really cool.
But I don't know how it stacks up against any other machines in its category. I just took what they gave me.
Michael,
Thanks for the travel info. Now I want to get a map and count too.
My sister and I did a scientific study and decided that Portugal has the most handsome men in Europe.
Oddest place I've been: Libya in 2002 before it was allowed.
Is no one going to ask me for the list of places I've been to? Cuz, I hate to just act like some frickin' travel snob and post it without a request.
Lipstick, when your list is done, please post it.
Well, no one is asking, so I'll tell you anyway, because I went to the trouble of making the list.
PLACES MICHAEL HAS BEEN
Legend:
+ means 2-3 trips
++ means 4-6 trips
+++ means over 6 trips
B means business trip
V means vacation trip
Europe
Sweden B
Norway V
Denmark+ B V
England+ B V
Scotland V
Poland+ B
Switzerland+ B V
Germany+ B V
France V
Italy V
Spain V
Portugal V
North America
Canada +++ B V
Mexico++ B V
Caribbean
Jamaica B
Bahamas V
Middle East
Israel++ B
Africa
Morocco V
Central America
Belize V
Guatemala V
South America
Brazil++ B V
Argentina V
Peru V
Aruba V
Asia Pacific
Hawaii++ B V
China+ B
Korea+++ B (18 trips!)
Thailand++ B V
Malaysia V
Singapore V
Australia++ B (including Tasmania, which was great)
New Zealand+ B V
Now you know why I am Lifetime Platinum with American Airlines. I don't travel like this any more in my current job.
The downside from these trips is that I was gone a lot while my kids were growing up. The upside is that my kids have travelled all over the world with Mrs. Michael and me. Plus, I still fly them and other family members around for free with my leftover frequent flier miles.
Still, I regret those moments when I looked at my kids and realized that they had suddenly gotten older.
Maybe I should mention that the international travel was not most of my work. Most of the trips were domestic.
I'll tell you a story (yes, I've been hitting the bourbon).
I was somewhere over the middle of the Pacific, going to Korea again and taking a pee in the First Class pee room (the company only pays for business class, but I always got free upgrades).
I'm 6'4", so my forehead was actually leaning against the curving bulkhead of the plane while I'm taking this pee. I'm listening to the all-to-familiar sound of the jets and feeling the slight sway of the plane while I'm peeing. And I had this awful intense feeling: "I have spent my ENTIRE FRICKING LIFE peeing on this plane."
This was a year that I spent a lot of time in Korea, Brazil, Poland, and England. I missed every birthday in my family, including my own, along with my anniversary and Valentine's Day. It was crazy.
It's weird, but I've never forgotten that moment. That's probably as close as I ever came to burning out.
I'll tell you another really bad thing about international business travel. You wake up in the middle of the night, all screwed up from jet lag, and you know immediately you are in some hotel room and not at home. But for two or three seconds you have absolutely no fucking clue where on earth you are. You could be anywhere. Then, you remember you are in Hong Kong or something, and try to go back to sleep. That feeling you get for those two or three seconds really sucks.
Wow Michael, impressive list!
I'll make one too, but today I won't have the time...hope to have the time tomorrow.
Fun!
Attention Jack M.
Its been kinda trippy hijacking your blog and all, but, well, truth be told, I kinda miss ya big fella. You're irreplaceable and I think I speak for all the retards here when I say "I AM A PERSON". No, wait, thats not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say "WE WANT JACK!". Not in the biblical sense, of course, but we miss your wit and insights and your gentle handling of the mentally challenged. Won't you come back, sir? I'm afraid if you don't come back I'll have to keep reading about the exploits of Michael. Have a heart man!
I'll second that emotion. We miss you, Jack.
Hear! Hear!
(BTW, I have very much enjoyed this thread so far. You guys are quite amusing.)
Speak for yourself, Brewfan! Some of us may want JackM. in the Biblical sense. Now- NO MORE comments about me being nice!
But I do agree that we miss JackM.-although you are a close second, Brewfan.
The funny thing is that JackM's other blog went on long after he got bored with it,too.
OK Michael, here’s my list, all of these were vacation:
The Americas:
Canada
Mexico
Panama
Costa Rica
Venezuela
Devil’s Island (Guyana, I think)
Peru
Chile
Argentina
Brazil
Too many Caribbean islands to name
Europe:
England (lived there 1 year)
Scotland
France incl. Corsica
Germany incl. East Berlin in ‘83
Denmark
Switzerland
Spain incl. Ibiza and Minorca
Portugal
Belgium
Liechtenstein
Austria
Italy incl. Sardinia, Elba, Capri, Sicily, Lipari, Ponza
Greece
Netherlands
Romania
Bulgaria
USSR in ‘83
Asia:
Turkey
Singapore
Indonesia (Java, Sumatra, Bali)
Thailand (Phuket only)
Africa:
Morocco
Tunisia
Libya
Kenya
Zanzibar
Madagascar
Comoros Islands
Seychelles
Canary Islands
Egypt (one month)
Israel
Pacific:
Tahiti (most islands)
Tuamotu Archipelago
Marquesas Islands
Hawaii
I am so dang lucky and grateful.
jayne, was that really your best attempt at talking dirty?
Lipstick:
WOW! You've been to some very cool places. And Israel even moved to Africa just to accommodate your trip. Very impressive.
Now, let's do another list of all the places where we got laid.
Here's mine:
1.
Oh hell...well it's right beside Egypt and all...
As for your other list, let's see:
Canada
Mexico (went with boyfriend--I imported)
Tahiti and Marquesas with a Norwegian
England
France with an American
Caribbean with the same Norwegian and an American (not at the same time)
Seychelles with an Englishman
Indonesia with a very acrobatic Belgian
OK, I'm going to stop now.
Your list of where you got laid is confusing. #1?
I mean, that's the entire list. No places. It was a joke!
Well, thank goodness!
Imagine taking Mrs. Michael to all those nice places and not getting any lovin'. That would be so wrong!
Now you should find out how much action your daughter got when her dad was nice enough to take her on vacation. (Ducking and hiding)
Michael and Lipstick, I am very impressed.
And BrewFan, I'm gonna have to agree. We need Jack. Nothing against you, personally, but it's a pain in the keester to check this "blog."
Just bookmark it Sobek, I finally gave up and did that.
Don't be impressed--I am just incredibly lucky, undeserving and very grateful. But I love it!
My beautiful daughter is only 20 (well, almost 21), and I'm sure she's still a virgin, thank you very much. She's been dating the same guy for years because he respects her for her fine mind and charming personality. According to Mrs. Michael, she takes birth control pills because it's good for her complexion.
It's possible Michael. I waited till 20 and it's one of the best decisions I ever made.
and I'm sure she's still a virgin
I'm a firm believer that fathers of female children should be given the absolute minimum of information possible or made to turn in their firearms. Either or.
I waited till 20 and it's one of the best decisions I ever made.
Actually, Lipstick, I waited until I was 20 too. But, well, it wasn't actually, erm, a decision I made or something.
Let's just say I was kinda awkward with girls. Until the future Mrs. Michael threw me down and had her way with me.
hehehe, well good for Mrs. Michael.
She wasn't put off by the cape.
*shivering with fear*
pony saw a cat.
Uh oh.
It's OK pony, kitty friendly.
Brother update:
He called me Saturday and thanked me for the care package. He's in NC, had been back in the states for five days when he called.
It was so good to hear his voice, I told him I missed him, he told me he missed all of us, and then in the same breath he said that he was headed to the west coast soon to see his girlfriend.
After that, he'll see what leave time he can scrape up to visit family at some unspecified future date. Priorities of a 20 year old you know.
Anyhoo, Dad is back from going to see him and has a pile of pictures, and probably an ulcer from worrying about this kid wanting to get married too young.
Should get over to Dad's this weekend and get the scoop.
Have this niggling feeling in the back of my mind...that my brother is going to spring a sudden young wife on us.
Lauraw, it is wonderful to hear that your brother is back safe and sound. Where was he stationed in Iraq? My brother is in Ramadi, and he is supposed to return sometime in May. I am certainly looking forward to it. Though we won't have to worry about a young marriage, as he is already married with two children. Anyway, I hope you get to see your brother soon.
Good news, LW. Tell him to keep that "rifle/gun" distinction clear or the honeymoon will be far too brief.
Thanks for the update, Laura. I had actually been planning to ask you about him. According to old movies from WW2, war time marriages are common and work out well. Having just watched Walk the Line, however, the happy war time marriages might just be Hollywood stuff. Johnny Cash and his war-time bride didn't last.
He's in NC, had been back in the states for five days when he called.
That is fantastic! When you talk to him again tell him BrewFan (and he'll say, "Who?") thanks him for his service!
Elzbth, the same goes for you. These brave men and women need to hear this from all of us. Being in the service is hard in and of itself, let alone spending a year in a combat zone.
Elzbth, He was stationed at Al Asad airbase.
Skinbad, don't even talk about a honeymoon. Fer cryin' out loud.
No one in our family has even met this girl, and I'm not sure if she graduated last Summer or if she's in her Senior year of high school right now.
She looks really nice in the picture he showed us. Cute blonde with a soft oval face and sweet expression.
On second thought, letting her meet the family first might be a bad idea.
Tie 'er down boy!
*
Laura & Elzbth:
Please convey my gratitude and admiration also to your brothers for their service to our country. Let them know that there are many of us who believe we have accomplished much as a result of their efforts.
We're within spitting distance of 300 posts. Not too shabby.
Michael,
I'd like to convey your gratitude to him, but I can't let people in the real world know that I talk to you.
I'll just tell him that the stinking meth-bum down at the corner said 'hey.'
266!
Just wanted to further the thread to 300...don't mind me.
I'll just tell him that the stinking meth-bum down at the corner said 'hey.'
Real funny, Laura. Thanks.
What, you still sore?
Look, you got smacked. It happens.
I been smacked many times.
One blogger I thought hated my guts because he kept deleting my comments. Turns out it was my filthy, filthy language he couldn't stand.
Laura, I can take a smacking better than anyone. As you well know, normally I set myself up for all the ridicule I get, just for the fun of being a good straight man. And, I'm actually pretty good at it, whether I'm playing the Batman freak, spelling Nazi, cuckold, homo, or whatever.
But my 8:37 p.m. comment was sincerely, and obviously, intended to honor your brother. Your reply was humorless and mean.
I apologize.
Hey, Mr. Fan!
You taking questions today?
272...
Don't look now, Brew, but I think the horse is hornin' in on your stolen "Ask ____ Thursday" gig.
Michael IS a great sport.
Thanks, Laura.
Michael,
Why don't you make an "Ask Michael" day? Both Brewfan and JackM. seem to have burnt out. Of course, now that it is so late it might have to be an "Ask Michael Friday".
This is my last post at BlogWisconsin. Thanks for the memories Constant Reader. I will alway cherish your companionship and loyalty (Unless you have four legs and bad teeth. In that case I hate your f'n guts and wouldn't let you lick the sweat off of my nutsack if you were dying of thirst).
So, was I just your dancing monkey? Something to toy with?
Some other time baby
When I'm strong and feeling fine maybe
When I can look at you without crying
You might look like a friend of mine
But I don't know if I can
Open up enough to let you in
Here come those tears
Here come those tears again
Just walk away
I'm going back inside and turning out those light
And I'll be in the dark but you'll be out of sight
That's pathetic, Brewfan.
Suck it up and stay.
Did we quit when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? No!!
So, does that mean no questions?
Aww, man.
Thanks for the thought, Jayne, but obviously the immediate task is for everyone to kiss Brewfan's ass. At least until he knocks off this ridiculous self-pity shtick, and gets his dancing-monkey butt back to work running BlogWisconsin. After all, it's his obligation to at least take this thread over 300 comments.
So, maybe I'm not doing this very well, but consider your ass kissed, Brewfan.
And by the way, eat me.
P.S. Am I the only one who suspects that Brewfan = pony?
BrewFan: Coach, I've been struggling lately because I don't feel like this blog thing is working.
Coach Lombardi: There's only one way to succeed in anything, and that is to give it everything. I do, and I demand that my players do.
BrewFan: But coach, I don't have enough time to do this right.
Coach Lombardi: Success is like anything worthwhile. It has a price. You have to pay the price to win and you have to pay the price to get to the point where success is possible. Most important, you must pay the price to stay there.
BrewFan: I'm not sure I can do this, coach.
Coach Lombardi: If you believe in yourself and have the courage, the determination, the dedication, the competitive drive and if you are willing to sacrifice the little things in life and pay the price for the things that are worthwhile, it can be done.
BrewFan: Ok, coach, I'm gonna try it again. I hope its worth it.
Coach Lombardi: I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is the moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle-victorious.
That's the spirit!
Hey Jack! Why don't you make yourself useful and move this thread back to page one. You're harshing my fame, dude.
I have it bookmarked so it doesn't matter where it is.
I've got it bookmarked too, but I can't see how close Brew is getting to 300 comments. I can't even find it in the archives to check.
285. I'm proud of you guys. You kept your heads together in a vicious cock fight!
I think pony is Laura.
I ate a big red candle!
Hi Lipstick.
Did you get my late response to your email that time?
290. And hey, it's snowing in Las Vegas. How crazy is that?
Latest insanity from the field of academia: Blind students required to pass driver's ed.
Hi Laura,
Yes, I got it, thanks!
Sobek, snowing in Vegas? Everywhere?
I'm back in L.A. now and missed it, thank goodness.
Hate snow.
294. Yeah, it was really coming down for a bit. None of it stuck -- at least, not in the city. The surrounding mountains are capped. It's cool.
So, Sobek, what's it like to live in Las Vegas?
I may be moving there from southern California.
296. Just moving this thread forward.
My club.
News Only Michael and I May Be Interested In
News Only Michael and I May Be Interested In
Sorry for the double comment. Sorry for the double comment.
300!
Congratulations all.
Nice club Michael!
I was saving that for you harrison!
You're a champ, Brew.
Congrats, Brewfan!
And thanks for the breaking news.
We're only 197 comments away from 500!
Today’s Birthdays: Actor Terence Alexander is 83. Media mogul Rupert Murdoch is 75. ABC News correspondent Sam Donaldson is 72. Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia is 70. Musician Flaco Jimenez is 67. Actress Tricia O’Neil is 61. Rock singer-musician Mark Stein (Vanilla Fudge) is 59. Singer Bobby McFerrin is 56. Movie director Jerry Zucker is 56. Actress Susan Richardson is 54. Blogger BrewFan is 52, Singer Nina Hagen is 51. Country singer Jimmy Fortune (The Statler Brothers) is 51. Singer Cheryl Lynn is 49. Actress Alex Kingston is 43. Actor Wallace Langham is 41. Singer Lisa Loeb is 38. Singer Pete Droge is 37. Actor Terrence Howard is 37. Rock musician Rami Jaffee (Wallflowers) is 37. Actor Johnny Knoxville is 35. Rock singer-musicians Benji and Joel Madden (Good Charlotte) are 27. Actor David Anders is 25. Actress Thora Birch is 24. Actor Anton Yelchin is 17.
Not to spoil the surprise, but, Judge Scalia is getting a nice digital SLR from his wife for his birthday.
They come in the shop where I work.
Charming people.
Oh and Happy B-day Brewfan. How young?
Happy Birthday Brewfan!
Hope you're getting nice weather for your day.
Thanks harrison, lauraw. Beautiful weather! 50's and sunny. Unfortunately the snow has all pretty much melted in the last couple of days and if any of you have doggies you know what that means! Ewwwww! (this is when I miss my kids the most, lol!)
Brew-
"50's and sunny"
Weather report or age and attitude?
Weather report or age and attitude?
Both! Life is good!
Happy Birthday, Brewfan. Hope you're having a great day.
Happy Birthday, Brewfan. It is also warm and sunny-and muddy-here in Michigan, too. I am so ready for spring.
jayne:
Where in Michigan? I grew up in Ann Arbor.
Michael,
I live in Birmingham. Its a suburb of Detroit. Ann Arbor is nice.
Happy Birthday Brewfan!
Thanks everybody. It was a great day. I played a lot with my granddaughter and then later whipped the older kids in Trivial Pursuit! Good times.
Happy birthday, and congratulations in Trivial Pursuit. My family (parents and siblings) love that game, and my wife hates it.
Lipstick, it's very nice. I think the Strip is trash, but I almost never go down there. It's only for tourists and people too irresponsible to stay home with their toddlers. It's got its share of problems (for example, we've got a bit of a problem with one of our Senators), but nothing that isn't much worse in California.
Thought for the Day:
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
We like Pictionary, we usually play the husbands vs the wives. Sometimes questionable drawings are displayed. Much laughter.
We also sometimes play Cranium, which takes a lot less time and which is still pretty fun.
Cranium is a great game!
I just like to play with the putty.
We're not big gamers, but played "MadGab" with some friends on Friday. One of the phrases was "pooper scooper" and we were trying to work it out and it kept coming out like a bad Pepe LePew: "Poo-Pear, Scoo-pear." So that was the punchline for the rest of the evening. If you like games, I give it a 4 out 5 star skinbad endorsement.
Thought of the Day
Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield.
Above, on your birthday, you named a supreme court justice, a media mogul, yourself, and a bunch of singers, actors, and actresses, as if they too are important. Says a lot about our culture.
Personally, I don't watch TV, or listen to music any more. I don't know most of the folks you mentioned. It was not my birthday. Says a lot about me.
Since Jack is not patrolling this thread, I can discuss interior decorating or recipes if I want to. Here's the deal, and if anyone feels inclined to help, I can't wait for ask Brew Thursday.
Chili cook-off at the church Friday night. My wife makes a perfectly respectable mild chili. I'm looking for something with a LITTLE more oomph that will stand out from the crowd and cause the judges to make the Homer Simpson sound. I would like to p0wn. If your idea of medium is cutting the habaneros from six to two, we're not talking the same language. On my scale, I'm thinking about halfway between mild and medium. I'm not opposed to a recipe with alcohol--cooks off, right?
So, call me a pussy, mock my tender tastebuds, whatever. But if you have a favorite recipe that sounds about right or could be adapted, I'm game to try one. Thanks!
p.s. Happy Brewthday
Skinbad, add a bottle of Jack Daniels (the official adult beverage of LfDR) to the chili.
Trust me.
A whole bottle? For a pot of chili? You can mess with me on anything alcohol-related and I won't have a clue.
Other than I recall something about alcohol and poetry producing frightening results.
I won a Chili contest.
It's pretty tasty and NOT HOT.
If the link doesn't work, tell me and I'll do the Tiny URL thingy.
http://blogidaho.blogspot.com/2005/03/chili-
contest.html
Call Michelle Bachelet.
She ought to have a good Chile recipe.
Retired Geezer,
Fennel?
Pineapple?
Other fun party games:
Apples to Apples
Nertz (a speed-like card game)
Mao (the craziest card game in the history of the world)
I like to play rummy type games with friends...there's this one called 'Thirteen' that I'm especially fond of.
Funny you should mention food-blogging:
Doonesbury strip about blogging today
Thanks R.G.,
Sounds kind of weird but kind of interesting. I might give it a try.
Regarding Chili recipes, I have two ideas.
No. 1: Email Dave in Texas at Dbrutland@aol.com and rip off whatever his recipe is. Dave is an accomplished Texas cook and is willing to share recipes.
No. 2: While in Belize, I learned that the entire nation is addicted to Marie Sharps hot sauce. The original medium-hot version is on the table just like salt and pepper, and is used with every meal and sprinkled on virtually everthing, from their breakfast eggs to their evening entree.
Belizeans are justifiably proud of their flagship national product. Really. All the tourists take this stuff home with them, but it's still not widely known in the U.S., so it could be your "secret ingredient."
Maybe you can find this locally in a gourmet shop. If not, you can shop here for the exotic hot sauce of your dreams in anticipation of the next chili cook-off.
We brought back a selection of medium-hot sauces, including several bottles of the original carrot-based version, a version based on orange pulp, and the green stuff based on prickly pear. There are a number of super-hot products as well. If we don't get back to Belize soon, I'm certainly going to use this site to restock.
Thanks Micheal,
I thought of D in T and googled a bit and found his recipe for "Afterburner" chili. It calls for a bowl of ice cream for the morning after. The ice cream is not to eat--it's to sit in. To tone it down to my level would probably be an affront to his Texashood. I might see if he's got an idea though.
Actually, for just a pot a bottle might be a bit much.
Go and get about 4 of those "airplane booze bottles" of JD and throw it into the mix.
It's pretty good in Chili. I kid you not.
There is a place in Washington DC called Georgia Brown's that serves Jack Daniels flavored Ice Cream.
Get that for dessert.
Thought for the Day
There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.
Amador,
May I be so bold as to recommend you release yourself from your self-imposed bondage and listen to some music? Really. If there is one thing you should not deprive yourself of it's music. Music feeds our soul. It doesn't have to be any particular genre; pick what you like. Take some time and let the music wash over you. Sometimes music triggers memories that you can savor. Sometimes it triggers memories that hurt but somehow that hurt isn't so bad and lets us remember lost or unrequited love in a wonderful way. Sing along if you want. Singing lets you take hold of the music and give voice to those emotions that are evoked. If you have a voice like mine I'd suggest the singing be done privately, but don't neglect to do it. I hope your today and all of your tomorrows are filled with music!
Belated thanks to Sobek for the Las Vegas advice.
It is being strongly hinted to me that a proposal is imminent. That means a move to Vegas after years of living on the beach...
(gulp!)
Domestic arguments in general are never productive. Even if they end well, at least one person usually nurses a little resentment.
Which will poison them later.
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*rubs ass all over Brewfan's doorknob*
Lipstick, how exciting!
Marriage is so wonderful.
The best part of it is when you place a wedge between him and his friends until all his outside relationships wither away.
No- on second thought, I think the best part is not having to shave so well anymore.
No, wait, the BEST BEST part is getting fat, refusing to have sex, and then bitching about how he keeps looking at other women.
It is so beautiful when two people fall in love and decide to spend the rest of their lives together.
LW, I'm laughing too hard to come up with anything to say other than: "Thank you, I feel so much better".
snort, giggle.
*grin*
Two by two and side by side
Love's gonna find you yes it is
You just can't hide
You'll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It's gonna soar
I don't care for any casanova thing
All I can say is
Love stinks
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
I've been through diamonds
I've been through minks
I've been through it all
Love stinks
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
The J. Geils Band---Love Stinks
Brewfan, like I say, music doesn't do it.
Just kiddin, smoked a ton o joints diggin Bach and Duke Ellington and such. That was then, now I like my music separated by vast lengths of time.
Michael joo don't know wha' you're talking about!
Me an Mrs. Michael have a sweet, tender, hot love!
After recipes, what's next in the natural progression? Poetry.
J. Geils said it pretty well, but I like this one by Alan Dugan:
LOVE SONG: I AND THOU
Nothing is plumb, level or square:
the studs are bowed, the joists
are shaky by nature, no piece fits
any other piece without a gap
or pinch, and bent nails
dance all over the surfacing
like maggots. By Christ
I am no carpenter. I built
the roof for myself, the walls
for myself, the floors
for myself, and got
hung up in it myself. I
danced with a purple thumb
at this house-warming, drunk
with my prime whiskey: rage.
Oh, I spat rage's nails
into the frame-up of my work:
it held. It settled plumb,
level, solid, square and true
for that great moment. Then
it screamed and went on through,
skewing as wrong the other way.
God damned it. This is hell,
but I planned it, I sawed it,
I nailed it, and I
will live in it until it kills me.
I can nail my left palm
to the left-hand crosspiece but
I can't do everything myself.
I need a hand to nail the right,
a help, a love, a you, a wife.
*rubs ass all over Brewfan's doorknob*
Is this some kind of sick equine mating ritual?
Sobek, re: the Chili recipe.
Yep, Pineapple and Fennel.
Everybody at the tasting contest liked it.
Gee Michael, Skinbad, I'm all choked up here at the love song/poem.
(grabs tissue)
Mind if I have Elvis recite those at the wedding?
Funny you should mention Elvis.
I was at a friend's wedding a few years ago, where a buddy who can totally pull off an Elvis impersonation did just that.
The music was 'Teddy Bear,' and the dude came out all decked out in an Elvis jumpsuit, posing and lip-synching and throwing little teddy bears to the crowd.
Yeah, it was hokey as all Hell, but it was good for a laugh.
That must have been a blast!
(We're actually not doing Elvis, but it's fun to joke about.)
Welcome everybody from Letters From Desolation Row and thanks to Jack M. for the link!
Huh?
Is this thing on?
*tapping computer screen*
Good morning.
What's the good word?
Pancakes!
No wait, bacon!
Actually, I've started eating the turkey bacon--or "fakin". It's surprisingly delicious.
Shouldn't Brewfan be thanking pony for the link?
The good word is not "ducks." We have two. They make pony look like Albert Einstein. They fall in window wells. They crap in their water. They crap in the dog house. They bite the dog's butt when she goes out to pee. They run for their lives when I bring them food or water. Then they scold me for bringing it. They are kind of fun to watch, but man are they dumb.
Sorry for the downer poem, Lipstick. I hope everything works out great.
skinbad, too funny!
Oh, that's okay Skinbad--I certainly did not come here for oohing and aahing. I can go to some lame wedding site for that.
The good word is "disambiguate." There's a lot of irony wrapped up in that word.
Dang skinbad, I got to learn me some photoshop skilz.
Maybe for my birthday.
For some reason I believe this will enhance my life.
Those aren't skilz. That's hackery to the nth degree. I took an on-campus photoshop workshop a couple of years ago and remember almost nothing. Since I got the urge today, I found something free called PhotoPlus:
http://www.freeserifsoftware.com...ware/PhotoPlus/
It looks awfully similar to what I remember about Photoshop and it took about 10 minutes to do that little number.
Cooooooolllll
Does it ever amaze you about how much free content there is on the internet?
How many people out there that just give stuff away?
It is a most incredible thing.
Fakin'! Try the Hormel turkey fakin'!
Better than the real thing.
Shouldn't Brewfan be thanking pony for the link?
pony can link this!
In the 'Strange Things You See On Your Way Home From Work' category, I saw a car pulled off to the side of the road with a shattered windshield. As I got closer I saw a ginormous dead tom turkey next to the car! I've seen car's damaged by deer plenty of times but never by a turkey.
Brewfan, holy crapolie! What a coincidence.
On my way to work this morning (CT Route 9) I saw a dead Tom on the side of the highway. He was big with his Spring ruffle of feathers all askew.
One almost took me out on another highway three years ago. It was a female though, and she flew right across the highway in front of me at windshield height, missed her by that much.
Whenever I see them in my yard I think of evil scenarios in which gravy is the protagonist.
Turkey fakin' is good to eat while you stuff and roast that roadkill Tom.
Just saying.
Thought for the Day
Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it
On my way to work this morning (CT Route 9) I saw a dead Tom on the side of the highway. He was big with his Spring ruffle of feathers all askew.
Mrs. BrewFan says she has dodged turkeys several times so i guess its not as uncommon as I thought. I am revising the 3/13 Thought of the Day to:
Some days you're the turkey; some days you're the windshield.
Breaking news:
At the age of 38, Monty has signed up for the Minnesota Army National Guard.
You might want to follow the link to his blog and offer some words of encouragement.
I've heard turkeys are some of the stupidest creatures on Earth. I guess now I've got more anecdotal evidence for that theory.
Personally, I've never run into a turkey. Hobos, on the other hand...
More Breaking News
UWM Panthers love the Big Dance!
How can you not love a winning underdog? Especially if you have enough faith to put money on them.
More (Heart) Breaking News
Golden Eagle Chokes, Nation Weeps
#380 - So I can't get into my own blog now. I thought it might be a Blogger thing, but Jack's blog works just fine. So does Brewfan's for that matter. Huh.
I blame the Democrats.
Sobek, that sux big time. I just tried clicking my links to your blog... No Joy.
Sometimes that happens to blogger and I can't get any blogspot blog to work. Right now it looks like just yours.
I blame Pony.
Thought for the Day
Everyone seems normal until you get to know them
My Dilema
My youngest daughter is home from college for spring break. Somehow, during the last six months or so, she has gotten herself mixed up with some 'boy'. I sent her to college to get an education and I have to tell you that this 'boy' seems to be a little bit of a distraction. Ok, he's a distraction for me, not her, but you get the point, right? Anyhoo, he is arriving today to 'meet the parents'. Mrs. BrewFan thinks this is all just peachy keen but I gotta tell you I'm still on the fence. This is my little girl we're talking about. So, my question to you worldy-wise blog commenters is when I meet him should I:
a) Tell him to keep his dirty meat hooks off of my baby and go back to where he comes from.?
b) Allow him into my house but make a special point of telling him how the U.S. Army turned me into a killing machine?
c) Get blind stinking drunk and throw up on his shoes?
d) All of the above.
My vote is for D-all of the above. Obviously the risk is that if he endures all of that and stays your daughter will interpret it as true devotion (thereby deciding that he is a keeper) but you will have gotten it all out of your system. I have 3 daughters and to date have not liked anyone they have brought home. Neither have they liked anyone I have picked out for them. And I know that my parents felt the same way when they first met the father of my 4 children. We were married for 4 years before my father or mother would address him by name. Eventually my mother warmed up to him a little, but my father never did.
if he endures all of that and stays your daughter will interpret it as true devotion
Very true. Maybe a little reverse psychology is in order. I'll kill this relationship with kindness! As you wisely point out jayne, our children often don't like the things we do because...well, just because. Thanks for the idea, jayne!
BTW, Happy St. Patrick's Day everybody!
I'd go with b). When I have little girls, I plan on buying a shotgun. I won't get shells for it or anything, but want to have it around the house so I can just happen to be cleaning it every time the girls bring home a boy.
Maybe you should just suddently have urgent business in another state.
I have daughters.
Shouda told the guys to run for the hills. Now, one by one they become enslaved. Their individuality gone, their ambition refocused, they are spoken for literally and figuratively.
What price sex ?
I can't believe y'all got drunk and didn't post a question on Jack's blog, for Pony.
Dammit.
Why do people come in here thinking they can go ahead and have a form notarized with somebody else's signature on it?
What do they think the notary seal is for, anyway?
And they often get pissed off when I tell them I can't do it.
WTF.
Almost time to go home and beat the dogs. I'm gonna paddle that little redheaded one with a wooden spoon until I feel better.
My girls are 10, 7, and 5. Sorry Brew, I'm just going to refuse to think about your dilemma for now.
LW, what's the news of your little brother?
I'm just going to refuse to think about your dilemma for now.
I don't blame you. The time will come soon enough. If there is one thing I wish fathers of young children would heed when speaking with us fathers of grown up children its this; don't blink!
Nothing new since the last update, LD (see March 7 comment above), but as long as he's back here in the States I'm satisfied.
There's a Portuguese wing-ding at my Dad's house tomorrow so in between the incredible food and beer I'll get more detail.
Have any of you had roasted sardinhas (banish the thought of those canned abominations, I'm talking the fresh whole fish cooked on the fire)?
Dad also has this teensy tiny little alcohol grille from back home in Portugal for cooking pieces of linguica sausages or whatever. It is made of ceramic. You pour brandy or even rubbing alcohol in there for fuel and light it.
Great for quick hot snacks at 2 am when you're already feeling the impending hangover.
I doubt my wife would let me enter the same room as roasted sardinhas, let alone actually try one.
I made Moroccan food last night. I did Rabat Chicken with oranges, in which I stuff the bird with orange segments, and then roast it covered with fried onions, cumin seeds, tomatoes, honey, crushed saffron and almonds. I also did a mint, cucumber and tomato salad. I wanted to do rice pudding, but ran out of time. That's okay -- I'm making Moroccan food again tonight, so the rice pudding should be ready to go.
Also, we've almost hit the big 400.
I got a Showtime Rotiss. (set it and forget it!) for my birthday and used it for the first time yesterday. I did a couple of chickens and they tasted pretty good. I rubbed them with some seasonings my wife bought. I'm very interested in trying the juice injector but I'm not quite sure what to shoot a chicken up with. The video that came with it suggested lemon juice but I'm not sure I'd like that. Has anybody done this and if so what did you use?
Why does it not surprise me that Brew needs advice on how to use a "juice injector"?
Just make Sobek's Moroccan salad and eat the chicken. I don't think you're ever going to be real good at injecting juices.
brew, whip some cardamom, thyme, and rosemary needles in cheap whisky in a blender. Let it sit for a few minutes for the alcohol to extract goodies from the resinous rosemary. Add some orange juice.
Strain. Stir in a little brown sugar or maple syrup and you're ready to poke the bird. Heh.
Sometimes I make a marinade/grilling sauce by throwing an entire tangerine in the blender with a cut-up carrot and some herbs, some booze, some kind of fruit juice, a sweetener like maple syrup, and a little cornstarch to help it thicken and stick to the pork or chicken as it grills.
You know what works good too? It sounds like white-trash cookery, but you know those little fruit cups with a mixture of pineapple, pear, peach etc in light syrup?
Whip a couple of those up with your favorite herbs and several cloves of garlic. Its ohmygod good spread thick on skinless chicken pieces and roasted in the oven.
399!
400!
*yawn*
Couldn't stand it anymore, coulda Jack?
I love bolas de bacalao.
lauraw, thanks for the ideas. I like the sound of the whiskey marinade.
Michael,
ăn tôi
Thought for the Day
Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day
Interesting Language Facts
In Vietnam 'nhà tôi' is the way you say 'wife'. Literaly translated it means 'my house'. In Wisconsin the word for 'wife' is 'make me a sammich'.
lipstick, I haven't had any since I was a kid.
I should ask dad if he knows how to make them.
Brewfan, check out the Hog On Ice blog.
This is the dude that wrote the cookbook Eat What You Want and Die Like a Man.
Look to the left sidebar for his 'Death by Fork' category, its a page of great recipes and food-talk.
Dang what a boring day.
Fly, my monkeys, FLY!
I just read about 9/11 conspiracy theories on Popular Science's web page. Just in case y'all were wondering what I've been doing with my time.
Just in case y'all were wondering what I've been doing with my time.
This has been on my mind all day. Thanks for sharing.
The suspense was killing me, Sobek.
BTW, Sobek, wouldn't yo agree that you now have an obligation to post something about 9/11 conspiracy theories on you own blog?
Dance, monkey, dance!
Reading back over the comments, I realized that Brewfan mentioned Vanilla Fudge.
I bet not one of you slackers, except maybe Michael, knows who that is.
I'm old... now I'm thinking Brewfan is too.
Hey BF, You Keep Me Hanging On.
Thought for the Day
Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else
Thought for the Day
Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else
You're not unique. Everybody has double-posted like some kind of dork.
You're not unique. Everybody has double-posted like some kind of dork.
Have ya'll done yer taxes yet ?
Any dead birds in your area ?
Christians ?
Just askin.
No, I usually do my taxes at the last minute.
I have not seen any dead birds or dead Christians around here lately.
Taxes are done. Tax return is in the process of being spent--my wife is flying tomorrow to see a couple of her sisters in Indiana. If one were so base as to say this would be worth a lot of "points," hooo-boy. Points up the wazoo. I mean, get-out-the-freakin'-calculator-points.
Ahem. Not that I worry about such things as "points." That would be childish.
Oh, skinbad. You silly, silly man.
One gift, one point.
That's how it works.
You could have gotten away much cheaper.
Really? I'll remember that next time. In fact, I just cut out a coupon for a grilled McChicken.
lauraw's right. For instance, a dozen roses = 1 point. Give her one rose at a time over twelve days = 12 points.
Don't ask, its a girl thang.
"BTW, Sobek, wouldn't yo agree that you now have an obligation to post something about 9/11 conspiracy theories on you own blog?"
Do you mean de-bunking theories, or posting my own insane, paranoid fantasies (hint: it rhymes with Shooooooooooooooooes!)?
I did my taxes a while ago. They're pretty easy when you spend most of the year in law school.
No dead birds. I saw a dead cat the other day. And I'm pretty sure Nancy Pelosi died a long time ago, and her re-animated carcass is still busy screwing up Congress.
Sobek:
Insane paranoid fantasies?
Out with them, man! Your presidential campaign could use a boost! You need to energize your base (that would be me, jayne, musli, elzbth and, um, I guess that's it).
Amador:
Where are you?
I'm just asking because your comment made me wonder if bird flu is a real issue for you.
Thought for the Day
Never miss a good chance to shut up
Michael, you left me out of Sobek's Base.
I linked to him.
1 link = 1 point... no, wait, that's girl points.
Oh yeah, and Pony gave him a Toaster once. Does that count?
I miss Pony.
Sorry Geezer. I guess I should have mentioned Jack also, even though all he's doing is trying to get that cushy Veep position.
Oh yeah, and Pony gave him a Toaster once.
What's a Toaster? Is that something like a Cleveland Steamer?
Thought for the Day
Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted
re: Cleveland Steamer: Not gonna look it up. Just not gonna do it.
Anyway, guess what? I won't be around for Ace's Friday Night Open Thread for the Dateless this weekend. Or any Saturday Night Open Threads, either. Feel free to speculate as to why not.
Root canal?
I always have to look up things like "Cleveland Steamer." Then I'm always sorry I did.
And now I'm doing work for Brew:
Swiss Named the Big Cheese in Wisconsin
http://tinyurl.com/fy73a
New oscilloscope?
Finally got my new SUV yesterday, which has my first GPS navigation system. That thing is so cool. Last night I read the manual, and then I drove around after midnight making random turns in unfamiliar neighborhoods to get myself completely lost. Then I asked the nice GPS lady to tell me how to get home, and she did.
Once I enter the addresses of all the strip clubs in town, I'm never going to be lost again!
And here you thought that I didn't have a life!
And now, as a tribute to pony, I'm going to put on the new fake hooves I just ordered from Amazon.com and compose a brief ode:
im ixhngtf hed z i cxoulkdxerndxsee zx,om adda loce,lu da a ojnyu.
*shouting*
Love-O-Gram for Mrs. Peel...
Apple for Pony...
Toaster for Brewfan...
Cleveland Steamer: Not gonna look it up. Just not gonna do it.
Excellent call.
Feel free to speculate as to why not.
Work release?
You won't believe this.
I've been living in the same house and commuting to the same office for almost five years. Today, as I left the parking lot at work, just for fun I turned on my new Girlfriend-In-The-Dashboard GPS navigation system and punched "Home" as my destination, just so she would talk to me as I drove home. It's only about a 15-minute commute, but I wanted some company.
She missed the first turn on what I knew was the best way home after five years. "GITD, you missed a turn," I said. She did not reply. I think she was pissed off.
We proceedeed north into unfamiliar terrain. Finally, GITD told me to turn west, then north again, and then I was home.
GITD FOUND A BETTER COMMUTE!!!! Shorter, less traffic, and pleasant suburban scenery!!
Sitting in the garage, I apologized profusely to GITD. She was sulking and ignored me. Maybe I should get her some flowers.
I think I'm in love.
Mrs Michael is going to walk into the garage soon and find you in your new car with no pants on.
And you know what she's going to say?
"Oh, is it Tuesday already?"
Careful Michael, even after only 15 minutes of driving, that tailpipe can cause a nasty burn.
Careful Michael, even after only 15 minutes of driving, that tailpipe can cause a nasty burn.
Fifteen minutes, huh? Lipstick, it sounds like you know what you're talking about.
Careful Michael, even after only 15 minutes of driving, that tailpipe can cause a nasty burn.
Based on your experience, is there some kind of seasonal adjustment factor that I should consider?
Careful Michael, even after only 15 minutes of driving, that tailpipe can cause a nasty burn.
lol!
Yikes, I almost missed a day! Busy weekend. I hope everybody (except pony) is having a fun-filled weekend too.
I bowled a 150. That's my all-time high score. I also got a turkey, so I'd say I'm having a pretty good weekend.
Do you mean you called and shot a turkey?
I mean three strikes in a row, dimwit.
I ate a big red candle!
Sorry about the homepage, that was held onto by haloscan from a previous post
Michael, how come you aren't posting a link to your blog when you comment here and there?
Its pretty good.
fuck, how do I get rid of that friggin homepage??
let me try putting ace in there instead
Michael has a blog? Link please.
No, I do not have a blog. That page was created by Retired Geezer as a joke -- he put some goofy stuff on it, then finally emailed me the password so I could clean it out. I just started playing with it, copying my own comments and so forth, to see how a blog works. I have no fucking clue how Laura found it -- I denied access to webcrawlers and have not referred to it anywhere.
Wait a minute.
Geezer -- you bastard!
*trying to look innocent*
I'll only take credit for his Tagline (until he changes it).
It's about time you shared your wit with more than just your friends.
Hey, isn't it about time Civetta and Elzbth have their own blog?
I denied access to webcrawlers and have not referred to it anywhere.
I call shenanigans! You've posted comments at my blog with your blog's URL clearly filled out and linked. That's how I found it in the first place! :P
My wife missed her flight home last night. 5-year-old climbed in bed with me about 4 a.m. No idea how she figured out the ropes and carabiners. She kicked me until 6 a.m. when I asked her why she was doing that. The answer was, "I thought you were my bear." Hopefully she got on standby this morning. I'm a much better 1/10th of a maid and cook than a full-timer. I think Jefferson said something about how a good wife cannot possibly be overrated. Yes, I'm a placater. Sue me.
Michael, your blog looks fun--too many blogs though, too little time.
No way, HZ/pony. I don't even know the address of that website off the top of my head -- I just use a bookmark. I'm thinkin' you've been pulling some shenanigans.
She kicked me until 6 a.m. when I asked her why she was doing that. The answer was, "I thought you were my bear."
lol! My 1 yr old granddaughter was over yesterday and I got to hear her first spoken English word (She's been talking Klingon up til this point). Her mom told her, "time for night-night". Kailey said, clear as a bell, "No." hahaha! So being the good grandfather that I am I made sure to reinforce this concept by repeatedly asking "night-night?" and laughing like hell when she said "No."
Hey, isn't it about time Civetta and Elzbth have their own blog?
Alternatively, if anyone here wants to post on the site Geezer set up for me, shoot me an email and I'll set you up. I have no plans for this thing (other than maybe to post my own comments when I'm drunk enough to think they're interesting). More than happy to make this a group blog for anyone who wants to try their hand at posting. At a minimum, I figure it might be handy to have a blog address you can use if you ever want to post a link to a picture or something.
I'm also open to naming it something a little more interesting, and neutral, than Geezer's rather mundane Michael's Comments. Maybe we could call it Letters From Desperate Ho's. Sort of an homage to Jack, and especially appropriate if Civetta participates.
Then we can all comment at AOSHQ and Garfield Ridge and so forth using our blog address instead of just an email address, put links to our stuff in the comments, beg Ace to blogroll us, and otherwise act like we're big shot bloggers too.
My email address is:
michael475369-comments@yahoo.com
Just to be clear, I'm not married to the idea of Letters From Desperate Ho's. That was a joke (except the part about Civetta).
Michael,
I want to be a guest blogger. After all, I allow you to post on my blog.
Brew:
Done. What is your "bkpapa" email address? I don't have it stored in an address book here at work.
I like 'michael's comments' as a name, but not the 'ho's' one.
brainstorming for a group blog name;
Clusterfblog
Brew:
Never mind, I spotted your address at AOSHQ. Read your email.
Are you going to invite Cedarf*rd to be your honorary troll?
Is "Mike and the Mechanics" taken?
Or,
The Predator-Prey Dynamic
What's it Gonna Be, Guys?
Stuff Jefferson Said
Banned By Bill (And Friends)
Tell you what, skinbad, I'll put up a post at Michael's Comments so we can have a name this blog contest, to be judged jointly be Brewfan and me. Your suggestions and Laura's are already entered.
Yeah, Michael's Comments was only the punchline for the joke of me creating his blog.
Damn, I like that Tagline though.
That was a nice gesture of his to make it available to all of us. I have an alternate suggestion. We can decide on a blogname and I will set up a group blog with that name. (otherwise we will be stuck using michaelscomments.wordpress.com no matter *what* our name is.
I suggest "Jack's Flacks".
Come on, you gotta have something better than that.
I actually like "Preditor Prey Dynamic".
Here's another one:
"Innocent Bystanders".
Pennsylvania.
Civetta and Elzbeth's Own Blog - It's About Time
Light Blogging Advisery
Not really. I just always wanted to say that. And yes, I know Michael recently posted the same thing but you have to admit it I have 'gravitas' when it comes to blogging experiences.
Hey, I've taken up artblogging:
http://sobekpundit.blogspot.com/
...rtblogging.html
Also, a screed about Pilot pens.
You know you're from Wisconsin if:
Your best shirt has a big letter G on it.
You know you're from Wisconsin if:
You know how to polka, but never tried it sober.
Will be shoveling compost with a big retard-grin on my face this weekend.
Gonna start tomato seeds and some flower seeds, get to my girlfriend's house and dye her hair, clean up my outdoor potting bench area.
Want to get to a nursery and check out what's new.
Busy/fun. No commitments. Life is good.
Whatchoo doing?
I got engaged last weekend. Very very happy.
Today we went to downtown Las Vegas to pick up the marriage license and ran into 3,000 Mexicans protesting. I've never seen so many police cars!
PS, Laura, do you know what kind of flowers will be good to grow here in this heat?
Wait, wait, WAIT.
1. Congratulations! I thought you were already engaged, sweetie.
2. Are you planning on gardening in Las Vegas (desert-type xeriscape garden)?
3.Do you have a plot of land you're planning on cultivating, or are you mainly interested in potted plants?
Consult this catalog for wonderful heat-tolerant perennials;
http://www.highcountrygardens.com/
Consult your local garden centers for annuals that do well in your area.
I would particularly recommend Gazanias, in the Sunshine Mix strain.
Pictures do not do them justice.
Get a seed pack and sow them yourself for the widest variety of acid-trip looking blossoms.
I'm jealous. Last frost date here in the land of cheese is mid-May so no planting for a little while longer. My tulips and daffodils haven't even poked their heads out yet.
Correction to above: daffodils and tulips emerging! yeah spring!
Congratulations, Lipstick.
Whatchoo doing?
Well, if you really want to know, Mrs. Michael is out of town so I decided to go out and party! After dinner at my club, I went to a bar called Lazy Chameleon, listened to The Websters, and danced with a drunk chick named Gail who gave me at least six lectures about how I should not divorce Mrs. Michael for some 20-year-old hottie. I told her I wouldn't. Good times, good times.
My Girlfriend-In-The-Dashboard GPS system was a great help telling me how to get home at 1 a.m. I needed the help.
Whimper, whimper!
Can barely wait to get out of work today.
Going to be a good weekend for getting dirt under the fingernails.
I worked outdoors like a man today, and smell like one too :>)
Anyhoo.
You ever remember some trivial teensy thing from years ago?
I was watching a movie tonight, and remembered something I used to do when I worked at an insurance company in Hartford, CT.
I used to hand-sign my memos "All my Love, Laura ----."
It was a joke.
I was choking to death in this sterile, dry environment.
I'd write some dry, factual memo to a coworker or management about something or other, and then sign it with a big, overdone handwritten cursive script, "All my Love, Laura ----."
Nobody ever brought it up, nobody even chuckled to me about it later, nothing.
I am so glad I work for myself now.
Hi Laura, thanks for the gardening link! I like the lavender and the ornamental grasses there and will peruse more thoroughly soon.
I'm going to be planting things in pots, mostly, except for some Marmalade Skies roses in the yard. (I've had excellent luck with them in CA, hearty, florabunda, bloom all summer, gorgeous bright coral color. The sprinklers should take care of keeping them well watered.)
I'm not a fan of the desert-type xeriscape garden, I'm going to go for more lush blooming flowers and water the heck out of them. Bougainvillea is a possibility too. I also may have some pink jasmine for the scent.
But first I have to get married and move--next month! We weren't officially engaged, but he's been STRONGLY hinting for a while now!
Thanks again!
Thank you too, Michael.
Glad you didn't go for the 20 year old. You'd be bored with the conversation.
You were thinking about the conversations, right?
We're heading for 500!
You were thinking about the conversations, right?
Of course. There's nothing worse than talking to some chick who doesn't remember Freddy And The Dreamers. Never mind her taut, smooth, supple young female flesh.
I can do the Freddy. Can you?
*singing*
I'm Telling You Now
Lauraw,
What's the deal with the "I don't weed" statement.
I could get behind that belief system.
I think you mentioned some Garden Guru, but I can't find it.
You know you're from Wisconsin if:
You are a connoisseur of cheese curds, and find anyone unfamiliar with them to be frighteningly foreign.
Ask Brew Monday:
Why do cheese curds squeak when you bite them?
Geezer--I think this is LW's guru. She's about 126 by now:
http://www.homestead.org/Gardeni...g%
20Duchess.htm
499!!
I don't like that article.
The writer acts like 'no-work' is some kind of bullshit Ruth is pulling people's leg with.
There is no such thing as 'no-work,' its true, but how about 'much less work' or 'I haven't pulled a weed in two years' or 'I can get all my vegetable gardening for the week done in one hour on Saturday afternoon.'
It is true about the hay being a bother if you have to buy it. Fortunately I have a very small veggie garden so its no problem.
Here in I-dee-ho, we have all the free bad hay we can haul.
Will straw work the same way?
Brew, I live a mile from The Cheese Factory. They used to sell retail and I loved to go buy the Cheese Curds. A taste AND audio treat.
*squeeeek*
Straw works fine, with the added benefit of not having seeds in it.
I use both.
If by chance some alfalfa should sprout from the hay, I let it grow a while before plucking it and shoving it under the mulch near the base of some plant.
A little extra nitrogen treat for the plant.
Why do cheese curds squeak when you bite them?
I'm not sure of the why, but I do know that's how you can be sure they're fresh.
I didn't mulch my vegetable garden last year and I ended up with all my tomatos split at the top 
because we had a dry spell. I'm mulching this year.
You know you're from Wisconsin if:
You know that Kaukauna is NOT a Hawaiian Island
This is my final post here at BlogWisconsin. Its been fun and I thank my parasitic host, Mr. Jack M., for allowing me to feed off of his success for these many weeks. Thanks to my regular commenters and I wish you well in all of your endeavors. Please drop by and see me at http://michaelscomments.wordpress.com where I have fastened myself to a new host organism.
507!!
HELLOOOO!
I have been too busy to do any blogging or even much commenting this past week or so.
I have to tell you, just lurking is kind of nice. Plus its Spring and there's so much to do outside.
Maybe I'll post a nice series of pond & garden shots over at Michael's place and that will be it for the season.
Then at least you'll understand why I'm not sitting behind a computer so much anymore.
Oh, and
THREEEAAAAD KILLLAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
Not so fast Laura...
heh heh heh
Peep.
Meow
(In the cute kitty way, not the mean girl way.)
*SNORT*
*turns to vapor and disappears*
Nooooo! pony, come back! I'm sorry!
Ah, Blog Wisconsin. So many memories.
I win!
Amateurs.
We all come here way more often than Jack does.
Jack who?
WHERE CIVETTA.
522!!
Almost six months worth.
It's my birthday. I'm going to sneak that in over here. My wife sent my name in to the local radio station and I won a cake. So I've got that going for me. Which is nice.
Happy Birthday Skinbad!
Blog Wisconsin is like the Energizer Bunny
Blog Wisconsin is like the Energizer Bunny
More like the damn gophers that keep popping up in my backyard.
Or some persistant strain of annoying STD.
Now I guess I'll have to subscribe to the RSS feed.
Bunch of damn lurkers. Don't you have someplace better to be?
Nope.
"Or some persistant strain of annoying STD."
Blog Wisconsin - The Genital Herpes of the Information Age
Cool. Do we wear little ribbons and go on marches to raise 'awareness' and send a big quilt to Washington and play the cult of the victim?
Blog Wisconsin can happen to anyone. No one is immune from Blog Wisconsin, but prevention has proven to be very effective at stopping the spread of Blog Wisconsin.
To learn more about Blog Wisconsin, visit the Disgusting Social Diseases section of your local public library.
25% of people who have Blog Wisconsin think they only have a cold, or are 'just feeling run down.'
Ways to tell if you have Blog Wisconsin:
1. If you're female, you may experience hearing ghostly snorting sounds outside your shower curtain, followed by the discovery of a pile of white packing peanuts ('ghost poo') drenched in equine semen.
2. You only have five friends, and you've never actually met any of them.
Jack M. used to have Blog Wisconsin, but he is feeling much better now.
Damn, I hate him.
Sooo much.
If I knew what he looked like and I saw him, I'd pop him in the head with one of my sharp little knuckles and give him a tiny, annoying headache.
Maybe a pimple would pop up there too and like, kill a hair follicle or two. This could create a cascade of follicle deaths.
Bald as Mr. Clean. Just because he ticked me off.
Is it worth the risk?
Live, Blog Wisconsin, LIVE AGAIN!!!
Dang it is boring today.
Bored, bored, boring.
Dan Rather: So, what was life like before you found out you had Blog Wisconsin?
Anonymous (Michael) Victim: It seems so long ago. I was happily married, a lovely wife and two wonderful children. I was an executive for a leading-edge technology company and had a big house in the suburbs. Life was good.
DR: How did it start?
Anon: You mean the...
DR: Yes, that.
Anon: Well, I visited a website that was hosted by this prominent blog personality by the name of Joe...or was it Jason? Anyway, at first it was just a visit here and there. Maybe I'd leave a little comment. You know, something witty, urbane, sophisticated...Ok, I'm sorry. I promised myself I would face reality. What I did was leave anal-compulsive missives about other peoples bad spelling habits while dressing like Batman.
DR: WTF?
Anon: I believe you should have periods separating the letters of your acron...ARRRRGGGGGGHHHH!
DR: Are you alright?
Anon: I'm sorry. Sometimes it comes on me so quick I don't even know its happening.
DR: Continue, please.
Anon: Anyhoo, before you could say "skinbad is a person not a dermatological condition" I was spending all my free time on the computer. Thats when I met Brew. Oh my God, what a man. He was everything I always wanted to be but knew I couldn't. My wife seemed to be obsessed with him to the point, for some unknown reason, she fired the pool boy. Soon, I was encouraging him to create a blog within a blog because that guy John...no wait, Juan...no that's not it...oh well, its not important...BrewFan took up my suggestion and launched what would soon be known throughout the blogosphere as Blog Wisconsin. At that point I knew I had a problem, but I just couldn't quit him.
[to be continued...]
I just knew that Dan would find a way back into big-time journalism.
Blog Wisconsin causes weakening of the bones, to which Civetta can attest.
But not the butt-bones. Those get big and healthy.
Shit.
That came out badly. MORON! Ugh.
I wasn't talking about Civetta's butt, I swear.
Civetta, I was talking about what might happen to other people. Not slender and lovely you.
OK, back to shutting up.
DR: Are you gay (nttawwt)?
Anon: I like to think of my self as a switch hitter.
DR: When did you hit bottom?
Anon: One night I was chain smoking and slamming down shots of cognac while I was reading Blog Wisconsin. I was desperate to see if elzbth, or jayne, or lauraw, or kevlarchick, or, God help me, even Civetta had been around. I liked imagining what they looked like as I read their comments. elzbth intigues me the most because how hot is it to be short of vowels! And lauraw...well, lets just say I like to be spanked.
DR: You're one sick puppy, Mic...I mean Anonymous.
Anon: Heh. Anyway, all of a sudden I became aware of a strange odor and the sound of chains. I spun around and saw the most frightening thing I've ever had the misfortune to behold; Ghost Pony! Well, as soon as I could get him to stop trying to hump my leg I asked him, "Ghost Pony, what are you doing here?" He said, "I'm the Ghost Pony of Blog Past and I'm going to show you what life would have been like if you'd never been born!" "Wait a minute", I said, "You're mixing up the plots of two movies. Whats up with that?"
DR: Are we going anywhere with this?
Anon: Sure, hold your horses once! Anyway, I jumped on Ghost Pony and said, "Come on fella, lets go find us some women." And we were off! Ghost Pony runs so fast that before you could say "potato" we were in Idaho, looking in the window of a gray haired gentleman and his lovely wife. All wasn't peaches and cream though as I slowly grasped what they were doing...
[to be continue]
^Check that out.
Can I get an AMEN for Brewfie!
Want to formally apologize to all the Nordic fair-skinned people I have ever laughed at for turning red when the sun touches them.
Went to the beach today and got some color. Hurty color.
I mean, I've had times in recent years when I got a little pink on top of my tan but the next day was fine.
This is not going to be fine tomorrow.
No, by God. No.
I AM NOT A SKIN CONDITION! I AM A PERSON!
Civetta, I was talking about what might happen to other people. Not slender and lovely you.
I've actually seen a picture of Civetta. She really is slender and lovely. She has this mop of shoulder-length curly hair, and big pretty eyes.
No, I did not get this picture by stalking her. I saw it because Civetta posted a profile with her ISP (don't bother searching for "Civetta", you won't find it), and the profile included a link to IB. A few people clicked on it and left trackbacks on my dashboard, which I clicked to see where the hits were coming from, and I ended up looking at a picture of Civetta.
Much to my disappointment, there was virtually no personal information aside from the picture and the links to her favorite websites.
(And the personal greeting: "Hot Baltimore Babe Looking For Cheap Thrills.")
"Hot Baltimore Babe Looking For Cheap Thrills"
Hey, I got the National Bo and blue crabs if you've got the time baby!
Hey Brew,
Ace gave me the name of a really great shampoo that can be used to rid yourself of those pesky Civetta/Baltimore Blue Crabs.
I'm sure I can get a bottle for you. I used all mine up after my last night with Mrs. Michael.
Has anybody seen my muse?
Jack, thanks. But just so you know, I'm keeping the National Bo.
Write something about the new video series 'Crackheads Gone Wild.'
Muse #45,873 dared me I couldn't coach anybody through the moral territory gracefully.
She's a pain in the ass, seriously, you HAVE to do this.
Basically they document the insane shit you can get crackheads to do for five bucks.
Oh, jeez, read the comments.
This is to keep Geezer on his toes
Huh. We can attach images to haloscan now?
http://thumbsnap.com/v/HGE9a7Yh.jpg
Oh OK.
http://thumbsnap.com/v/w15gOUWu.jpg
I likey!
So, lauraw, do you like my little garden? I don't do this for a living you know...
I like your plant choices. But you need more plants. More. Plants. And some big tall ones.
What's the exposure on that wall? Does it get much afternoon sun?
Thinking of selling my store and going to work in the nursery business.
Does that sound crazy?
I like a man with enormous vegetation.
Eeesh. That's not me. Must be the roast beef talking.
(gonna start blaming all manner of substances for when I say stupid shit)
Ignore that too.
Chips.
Oh my fucking WORD.
It is so slow I think I actually paid to work today.
What's the exposure on that wall? Does it get much afternoon sun?
The wall faces north. In high summer the garden gets sun starting about 3ish. Almost no sun in late fall to early spring.
I agree with you on more and taller. Something to break up the big bare wall. You can't see them well in the picture but I have 4 blue junipers between the day lillies for some color in the winter. I thought they would get to be 2-3' tall but they have hardly grown in 2 years. Not enough sun, methinks. I do like the annuals, though, so most of this space is dedicated to them. I have a perennial garden on the east side of the house. We just bought this house about 3 yrs ago so I'm just getting going. I have a half acre to work with so it's gonna take some time.
Know anything about sugar maples? I have one that is doing very badly. I could put up a picture.
my sad little maple
http://thumbsnap.com/v/okCnLoft
I'm such a moron I forgot how the picture thing works already.
http://thumbsnap.com/v/okCnLoft.jpg
grrrrr!
I can't see much in that picture.
Are the leaves still alive?
If the leaves are alive but mostly fallen off:
1. how long ago did you plant the tree?
2. were the roots balled in burlap?
3. How often did you water in the first year?
4. When you look at where the trunk goes into the soil, is the flare visible? That's the area where it starts turning to root material. You want to have the flare above ground, not buried.
The tree was planted almost 3 years ago (in early November). I wasn't home when it was planted so I'll have to find out if the burlap was left on. They did leave on the wire that encased the root ball. The first spring the tree budded out and leaved fine but lost its leaves very early (mid Sept). Last spring budded out ok and lost its leave when the other trees did. This spring it didn't bud out right (as you can see in the picture it budded out at branches) What leaves it has are bunched together. The flare is visible. Its the only sugar maple I have but I have 4 other maples that are doing just fine and dandy. I'm thinking I have a 'declining maple'.
Strange. What about watering during the first year? Has it ever been allowed to dry out before it got established?
What I'm thinking is that your tree is acting like a potted tree under stress.
The roots have not branched out and become established, perhaps.
I would lay down a 2-3" layer of rich compost just beyond the dripline and extend the mulched area out to there, and water the tree deeply once a week to Fall.
Last summer was very dry. Hmmmm. I'm going to try your suggestions. Thanks!
BTW, remember the pic of the fish I posted at IB? Well, after we cleaned the fish the 'leftovers' got buried around that tree and that seems to have greened it up a little.
Surely, there is a video on You Tube of Paul McCartney doing a little gardening.
I must find it and bring this discussion to a screeching halt!
I can't help it if I'm a renaissance man.
This is comment #571, foo.
Anyway, Brewfan, I had another question for you on that silly tree:
Did you put landscape fabric under the mulch?
Landscape fabric stunts/kills young trees and shrubs in certain climates. If that is what you used, though, it is too late to pull it out. You'll have to make slits and cut away loose stuff and use compost.
An hour's work will restore it.
Nope, no landscape fabric. The mulch is right on top of the soil. But thanks for the info because I was going to put landscape fabric down so I didn't have to weed so much.
Peep
Not another peep out of you, young lady!
[ I miss having kids around sometimes ]
Don't let it die.
Our children's children will discover this place, and rag on us for being Teh ghey.
I feel like the Maytag blog man.
[goes back to doing crossword puzzle]
There once was a blogger named Jack
had a way with words, talkin' smack
but then one fine day
he stopped blogging they say
'cause he fell in love with a yak
*single tear rolls slowly down cheek*
Brew....that was....OH.
Just beautiful.
*sobs into a stuffed toy rabbit*
Eeeewww. This thing smells like dog spit.
Can you believe Jack actually dropped a comment at IB? I'll bet he's still washing his hands.
It's been over a month and I'm still eagerly awaiting the next installment of the DR interview with Mich... err, I mean, anonymous.
Hint HINT, people!
Sometimes I forget to look. Then I feel bad.
Not really.
Today: Tomato and cheeze sammiches made from gigantic tomatoes from the garden.
Ohhh baby.
Light mustard.
12-grain bread.
American cheese.
Juicy.
I mulched my tomatos this year and they turned out much better. I like my tomatos sliced with salt and a little pepper. Or toss a few tomatos, some jalpenos, some onion and a dab of cilantro into the blender, grab some tortilla chips and pig out!
1. Why do customers show up at 30 seconds to closing time on Saturday?
2. Have a good weekend, darling hearts
And don't get me started on my eggplant. I had a bumper crop this year. And there wasn't a trace of bitterness. Battered and fried. Mmmmm...
Awesome, Brewfan.
Ahh the wonders of mulch.
For some reason, everybody in CT seems to have had a hard time getting their tomatoes to ripen. I still have a bunch of green ones on there, and we seem to be having a short season.
Nights have already gotten too cool.
Light blogging ahead. Going to Florida to catch a hurricane. lauraw will be filling in as my guest blogger until I get back.
Thanks Brewfie!
Gosh, the pressure to perform.
Here goes:
#588! Whooo!
Don't let it die!
BLOG WISCONSIN RULES 4EVER!!11!!1!1
Looks like you had a tough day in the football pool, Laura.
Yeah, its my first time.
You're doing awesome!
I don't know anything about pro football, so I'm using a system based on finance theory for lack of any better way to make picks. Theoretically, I think the system should help, but my performance so far is about 90% incredible good luck.
That's awesome. You should stick with your system and see how it does throughout several seasons.
My husband helped me make picks last week. But from now on I think I'm going to do this myself.
I have to make up some sissy-girl system, like which city would I rather shop in, or which quarterback looks like he's nice to his mother.
Good morning.
Buenas Knockers.
My Lord, I can't believe this thing is still alive!
Buenas Knockers.
Oh,really?
Thanks to lauraw for filling in for me while I was on vacation. I couldn't help but notice the spike in traffic while I was gone. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Harrison, my dad used to answer the phone like that sometimes when I was a kid.
*rrrrring!*
"Buenas knockers!"
All class, baby. I tell myself that he knew who was calling.
Un-fricking believeable.
The Blog that would not die.
Yessssss
...so the rabbi says, "What God catches, he can keep!"
*crickets*
Is this thing on?!?
*coughing, low murmers*
You've been a great audience! Goodnight!
Goobers. :P
#602
What a great weekend.
Laura, are you going to post pictures of your water lilies? You mentioned it a few weeks ago.
I thought I said lotus. Posted waterlily pics a long time ago already.
Shit, I hope the pics are still in the chip. Forgot about that.
Survivor comes on in 20 minutes. Does anybody know where I can find a life?
HaloScan needs to fix their clock.
I checked last night and I only have one lotus pic left in the chip. I'll take a couple of current pics too, to show how monstrously ugly these things are when they fade.
I received a nice picture in the mail last week. It says at the bottom, "To: BrewFan and Mrs. BrewFan (of course it has our real names but, unlike lauraw, I don't want any calls at work), Thank you for your generous support of the RNC. Your commitment is the key to nationwide victories and building a stronger, more secure future for our nation. Best Wishes, ...)
Guess who it is.
That would be my buddy George, yes?
This is comment # 609 on this here haloscan window. And eight months.
It was pretty chilly this morning.
I love the fall.
HaloScan needs to fix their clock.
Hey! It's my job to bitch about the clock. Get your own schtick.
Guess who it is.
Foley?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
We have a winner. lauraw, congratualtions! You've just won an all expense paid round trip for two vacation to Hawaii! To collect your prize, contact Jack M.
Michael, you won't be going home empty handed. You'll be receiving the home version of BlogWisconsin.
ooga booga
Unearthed from the Google IM archive:
dint: measure it for me
rtrgzr: i've already told you
dint: tell me again! lol
rtrgzr: 6 inches
dint: do you like to clean it?
rtrgzr: no but you have to after shooting lol!
dint: sweet. wanna see mine? i can im a picture.
rtrgzr: sure
dint: what do you think? longer then yours?
rtrgzr: sure but mine's a lot older
dint: thats a Smith and Wesson, right?
rtrgzr: Glock
dint: oops. gotta go. my wife's home.
LOL!!
Oh, that is so funny.
what is this place?
what is this place?
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call "BlogWisconin".
Dangly bits!
Dangly bits!
Haaaa.
of course, I'm talking about what's left in cobwebs in Autumn.
Some of them knew pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in a moment they were swept before the deluge
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
Winter's coming,
So you better buy a new coat,
Because your old one is too thin,
And you froze your tush off last year,
Oh sure ignore me,
Well smartass,
When you're bitching about the windchill,
I'm gonna make you talk to the hand,
Because I know how you hate that,
And it will remind you,
That I told you to get a coat.
Nyaa
Every problem looks like a nail when the only tool you have is a hammer.
Honk.
Yo.
HONK!
Who you callin' honk!?!
Can't get a decent pizza in this town. I'm starting to get angry about it.
Thinking of starting my own little place and showing the rest of these maroons how it is done.
That's the spirit!!
Can't get a decent pizza in this town.
What town?
Eh, some little town 1/2 hour from Hartford.
Dangit. Its sooo bad.
I ordered a mixed-spinach pie from a reputable place, and they put mature spinach- with dry stems on it like tough fucking baling twine- on my pie. Seriously.
Could not even chew it. Bastards. The place is owned by Greeks, and they have Polish doing the cooking.
HELLO. Polish do not know from pizza.
Ask them to stuff a cabbage leaf? Cure a sausage? Boil the living fuck out of some vegetable? OK. Pizza, no.
And that's one of the 'better' places. I think a real ginny could clean up in that town.
I have no sympathy whatsoever for someone who orders a pizza with spinach on it. That's just not right. Must be some kinda fruity East Coast thing.
You got what you deserved, Laura.
Its a very Scilian practice. A spinach pie with sliced tomatoes and maybe some sausage. Oh baby.
Boil the living fuck out of some vegetable?
Please don't disparage my dear mother's cooking. Although my wife is convinced that is the reason I'm pretty much a vegaphobe.
If you're a vegophobe, doesn't that mean you secretly crave vegetables?
Thinketh I, thou doth protest too much, skinbad.
Fear the carrot!
A little salad dressing helps.
Under no circumstances take up with an artichoke, or okra.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOkrahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the prains...
[Its Japanese show tunes Sunday]
IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU
I DON'T WANT NOBODY BAY-BEH
IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU
WOO- WHOOOO
OH!
IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU
I DON'T WANT NOBODY BAYY-BEH
IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU
UHH- UHHH! NO!
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To show the dumb-ass deer how to do it.
Keep spinning, beetchess!!!11!!
Keep getting the same cut on the same hand. Haven't figured out how its happening.
Just suddenly see blood on some carton I packed, look down and notice bleeding.
Getting sick of this.
Hint: Gloves.
SPECIAL BLOGWISCONSIN ELECTION COVERAGE RED WHITE AND BLUE 2006 DECISION '06 WHO CUT THE CHEESE 2006
People are voting and results will be announced as soon as they're done and some other people feed them into the counting machines and then place that special call to Diebold so the Rethuglicans will win again Bush Lied Chad Died.
Buck up everybody. Lets not forget this is the first good news the Democrats have had in twelve years.
We didn't deserve to win this one; but I am surprised about Santorum.
So, ummmm...how is everyone?
Good.
You?
Same-same.
I'm good, Jack. My youngest kid is a senior in college, so I'm almost done with the Big Tuition Bite.
I recently posted a couple of Youtube videos with you in mind. Don't neglect to read the thread.
He's only trying to capture your IP, Jack.
Don't give in like I-
Hold on, someone's at the door.
Is there anything you horndogs can't turn into a euphemism for some sexual act?
lauraw | 03.02.06 - 9:06 pm | #
No.
We are the alchemists of sexual innuendo.