PSA
... just heard from Jimbo of Rest Stop fame... his blog has been "suspended" by The Man... so for those of you who were hankering for some Parkway Rest Stop, you'll have to keep your shirts on for a bit... he's working on the problem...
... as for why it was "suspended", that's anyone's guess... but being that I enjoy a good conspiracy theory, I'd have to say he's a victim of censorship... someone in Jersey probably didn't take too kindly to his Q & A sessions with Senator Clinton...
... then again, he might not have been paying his bills....
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Man, Homeland Security is getting RUTHLESS!
Hell raised by
WitNit on November 30, 2005 12:14 PM
I believe that the boys at the hosting service have been experimenting with Holiday Punch recipes. Aggravating, to tme MAX.
Hell raised by
Jim - PRS on November 30, 2005 12:20 PM
I KNEW all I had to do was wait and you would be posting about it Eric. It really freaked me out when I clicked over there yesterday and I got that annoying page about the suspended account!
Hell raised by
Teresa on November 30, 2005 03:33 PM
What the hell...?
Parkway Death Stop? Agh, Jim...we hardly knew ye...
Hell raised by
Elisson on November 30, 2005 05:09 PM
I'm told that everything should be working by approximately 11PM, Eastern Time.
We'll see.
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Jim - PRS on November 30, 2005 08:27 PM
Man that sucks a big one. Jimbo, you need to change servers, fuckem.
Hell raised by
Catfish on November 30, 2005 10:10 PM
It is now 10:50pm Eastern... still no sign of the Rest Stop... *sigh*. Jim - if you ever want to come over to the dark side... (Munu) just say the word! :-)
Hell raised by
Teresa on November 30, 2005 10:47 PM
WTF??? NO WAY. Oh damn, you're perfectly serious.
Hell raised by
Sadie on November 30, 2005 11:24 PM
Yes Jim... please... just say the word & you'll have a wonderful new place where your acct will never be suspended and you'll enjoy the company of wonderful neighbors, most of whom you already know! Eric can vouch for how well behaved we are.
Or you can test drive munu by guest blogging at my site - with total venting freedom.
I bet you anything schumer & hillary were behind this!
Hell raised by
michele on November 30, 2005 11:30 PM
Hillary, you better watch your mouth, that's my woman, Cat
Hell raised by
Catfish on November 30, 2005 11:50 PM
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Laughter...
... you know, it's easy to be a cynic.. crippled by self-absorption and the all-consuming power of "Me"... you can really get tangled.. especially after years and years of letting it knot you....
... but sometimes, well, you understand that we're all just human beings...
... thank you, Sgt. Snyder...
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Birds...
... reading this tale over at Shoe's place, reminded me of the wise, tried and true maxim: "No matter how bad it gets, it can always get worse."...
... why do I poke fun at her tale of avian stalking?... well, at least it was just a chicken... see, yesterday afternoon as I was busy at my humble workbench, I was distracted forty or fifty times by gargantuan shadows passing by the window... finally reaching my breaking point, I wandered out onto the patio and craned my neck towards the heavens....
... upon investigation, my house was being circled by fifteen turkey buzzards... huge and flying low... the original Black Specters, rubberneckers...
... it was more than a little disconcerting, let me tell you..
... could they smell my impending doom?.. like dogs sensing the pre-arrival of an earthquake, could those gliding bastards somehow know something that I didn't?...
... I was in a fitful quandary for a while... looking at the work I had been busting out and thinking to myself, "ouch... does it really smell THAT bad?.. bad enough to lure in buzzards?"...
... but then they landed, and the hand-wringing was over... it seems that someone had crunched a fluffy bunny in the road near my mailbox, and the buzzards were just coming by to clean it up.... you know, as buzzards do...
... it was a load off of my mind, people... truly....
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Heard rumor once those buzzards taste just like chicken.
Nasty lookin' creatures they are if you ask me, so I'd had to go for the bunny. Mmmm rabbit stew.
Hell raised by
phin on November 30, 2005 09:25 AM
Since I've given you enough reason to be annoyed with me of late *G* I am going to resist temptation here...
Bunny Burgers, Yum!
Hell raised by
Laughing Wolf on November 30, 2005 01:00 PM
Didja save any of that bunny for yourself? :-)
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Harvey on December 3, 2005 07:19 PM
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Dreams...
... back when I started this site, one of my foremost intents was to force-feed the poetry of Robert Service to the google-surfing masses at the very best of my ability... and from time to time, I managed that task fairly well... but lately I have found myself despondent... I take the book off the shelf to pick a poem or song and end up just sitting on the couch and reading instead of sharing... I know you guys don't miss those posts... and, hey, that's cool... but still, it was an original function I imagined for this blog... that said, I've been reading and re-reading a good one over this sleepy afternoon... and I think it is time to share...
... besides, Army Wife asked for a Service poem the other day...
.. it is titled simply as "Dreams are Best", and was penned in 1912.... and I like it...
I just think that dreams are best,
Just to sit and fancy things;
Give your gold no acid test,
Try not how your silver rings;
Fancy women pure and good,
Fancy men upright and true:
Fortressed in your solitude,
Let Life be a dream to you.
For I think that Thought is all;
Truth's a minion of the mind;
Love's ideal comes at call;
As ye seek so shall ye find.
But ye must not seek too far;
Things are never what they seem:
Let a star be just a star,
And a woman -- just a dream.
O you Dreamers, proud and pure,
You have gleaned the sweet of life!
Golden truths that shall endure
Over pain and doubt and strife.
I would rather be a fool
Living in my Paradise,
Than the leader of a school,
Sadly sane and weary wise.
O you Cynics with your sneers,
Fallen brains and hearts of brass,
Tweak me by my foolish ears,
Write me down a simple ass!
I'll believe the real "you"
Is the "you" without a taint;
I'll believe each woman too,
But a slightly damaged saint.
Yes, I'll smoke my cigarette,
Vestured in my garb of dreams,
And I'll borrow no regret;
All is gold that golden gleams.
So I'll charm my solitude
With the faith that Life is blest,
Brave and noble, bright and good, . . .
Oh, I think that dreams are best!
... from "Rhymes of a Rolling Stone", by Robert W. Service....
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hmmm,......without a taint?
Without my taint, my recto-pore would commingle with my goo-goo......
Just saying is all.
Hell raised by
bitterman on November 29, 2005 10:56 PM
thank you....it had been a while, and living dreams is sometimes best...
Hell raised by
armywifetoddlermom on November 29, 2005 11:44 PM
.. no, Bitterman.. the other kind of "taint"... heh heh... and AWTM, you are welcome...
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Eric on November 30, 2005 09:11 AM
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Dumpsters....
... via Jim, I found a post by Two Nervous Dogs about freegans.... and while disgusting, the post struck a chord... as a result, I have an admission... brace yourselves, rubberneckers, I, Eric, have dumpster-dived...
.... relax, people... no, I was never the sterno-drinking wino with the cardboard box in John Sevier Yard... this, you see, is a military tale.....
.... for those of you not in the know, military MREs come with a candy and a dessert... and once upon a time while out near Elliot's Beach during Third Phase at Parris Island, us 3rd BN recruits would each line up and march past a dumpster three times a day.... yes, yes, this is a tale of cruelty.. see, after opening (and before consuming) our MREs... we would stroll past be frog-marched past said dumpster as our DIs barked and howled for us to throw our "pogey bait" away... and we did just that...
.. the result?... every single day, a dumpster - laden with millions of calories of unopened MRE foodstuffs - was taken off to the landfill... oh yeah.. and people wonder why the raccoons on Parris Island are the size of large pitbulls.... Hell, they eat more calories than the recruits....
... anyway, the fact remains, one who is in the military eternally looks on the bright side... that's just the way it is... and during the second week of 3rd phase, I came down with a wonderfully nasty bout of cellulitis on my left heel... (by the way, I still have the scar and it's quite impressive... come to a blogmeet and buy me a beer, and I'll let you touch it!)...
.. sorry, again.. I digress... see, the infection on my doggies culminated in me being given three days of light duty... so, every morning when the company trudged off to stab things with M-16A2's festooned with bayonets, I was left alone back at the hooches... a genuine recipe for mischief, if you can imagine....
.... and it is to you, gentle readers, that I bare my soul.... make my admission of guilt... yes, I have to admit - all these many years after the fact.... that yes, I crawled into the dumpster after everyone left, and collected over fifty pounds of MRE desserts... fruit cake... chocolate chip cake.... peaches... M&Ms... you name it...
... I bet I gained 15 pounds in those three days... and if Sgt. Day ever reads this, I know he will hunt me down and kill me... I hope y'all are happy...
... in retrospect, I was the dumpster-diving, pogey bait-pimp of 3rd Battalion.. and by the time 3rd Phase ended, every recruit within three miles of Elliot's Beach owed me either money or a favor...
... heh.. much like Jesus, I fed the friggin' masses... and not with fish, people... with chocolate and cake... amazing... amazing how one dire, flesh-eating infection ended up fortifying Marine recruits with sugar, flour, and morale....
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Say three "Hail Marys" and a good Act of Contrition, and go and sin no more, my Son.
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Jim - PRS on November 28, 2005 07:47 PM
I miss those pound cakes... you can't cook that kind of goodness at home.
Hell raised by
Telebush on November 28, 2005 07:54 PM
.. Telebush, I think I might still have a few left....
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Eric on November 28, 2005 07:56 PM
Speaking of "bogey bait," I recall, while in basic training, wolfing down the better part of a pint of contraband peach ice cream (and low crawling out to the truck to buy it) and a half stick of pepporoni (from a guy named Tony's Care package), pretty much at the same time in order to keep the Drill Sgt. from catching me.
Says something about how the "Totality of the Circumstances" drives our behavior.
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Jim - PRS on November 28, 2005 09:04 PM
Make that "pogey" bait. Sorry.
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Jim - PRS on November 28, 2005 09:05 PM
Feeling like quite the connoisseur of MREs as of late... I can tell you, that is the one of the most horribly pathetic things I've heard. Talk about dire straights you must've been in. Those desserts... just tell me you weren't diving for those Strawberry Dairy Shakes? Or those Shortbread cookies. They surely could be used by Poison Control to induce vomiting.
Blech. Seriously nasty stuff, probably as bad as being a Freegan.
BTW, this post was once again, funny as hell.
Hell raised by
Bou on November 28, 2005 10:02 PM
Bou, those shakes weren't around, yet, but then again...
In boot, it doesn't matter. Forbidden equals exceptional, and most of those desserts ain't bad to start with.
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That 1 Guy on November 28, 2005 10:29 PM
Your trashcan was still there as of a year ago. Thought you should know in case you were feeling nostalgic.
Thanks for answering that little mystery. I shied away for inquiring about anything for fear of mental scaring. Three weeks in 4th Battalion at all times of day and night will do that to you.
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Ironnerd on November 28, 2005 11:23 PM
you are not the only one guilty of such sins... i ventured over to the dumpster while on gear watch the day before we went back down south to the depot... 3 BN just threw there stuff away the early in the day and when I was on post was in the wee hours of the morning... I was scared shitless that my life would end but the alure of m&m's and pound cakes was to much...
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oakleytexas on November 29, 2005 06:39 AM
Okay... Why would they make you toss them and why is it called "pogey" bait? I'm confused.
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Contagion on November 29, 2005 09:01 AM
.. guys who worked in offices and ate potato chips and candy bars were referred to as "Office Pogues".. thus, candy was called "pogey bait"..
... as for why we had to throw it away, well, it was just a discipline thing...
Hell raised by
Eric on November 29, 2005 09:31 AM
Don't worry, you're not the only one who will go "to the ends of the earth" for chocolate!!
Hell raised by
Junebugg on November 29, 2005 01:46 PM
Every Thanksgiving I am allowed to "adopt" two marines fresh out of basic training for the day. You bring them home to subject them to your dysfunctional family and real food for a few hours and then take them back to base. Those guys ate my home made cookies in no time flat. They took back what was left to trade for smokes I'm sure.
BTW, what would you let me touch if I gave you Scotch?
;)
Hell raised by
Maeve on November 29, 2005 02:00 PM
Hey there's nothing wrong with dumpster diving, I do it all the time, get great deals too!
Hell raised by
livey on November 29, 2005 11:48 PM
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Modesty...
... you know, that kilt post started the old noggin percolating... and this being a rainy Monday morning, I thought I should explore a little.. after all, a little introspection from time to time does a body good... and that is just what I was thinking about... The Body... and more specifically, nudity...
... see, here's the duality of it all... I'm as bashful as the next guy... sure, there are things that embarrass me... situations that are taboo... but nudity doesn't phase me one little bit... not even in the slightest... and I enjoy being naked too... Hell, I even designed the logo for the Nekkid Bloggers... it's down there on the sidebar somewhere....
... and I do consider myself modest, don't get me wrong.. so, of course there are times when I am timid.. especially in regards to public speaking or playing guitar in front of a group of people... but as far as whipping out my boys, skinny-dipping, or flashing bystanders while wearing a kilt, my shyness is nonexistent..
... I mean, a body is a body... we're all just human.... I really don't see what the big deal is... besides, when you think about it, isn't blogging kinda like dropping your drawers anyway?...
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I'm thinking that you're right about blogging being like dropping your drawers.
Unfortunately, whenever I "drop my drawers," it's always very cold out.
That's my story, anyway.
Hell raised by
That 1 Guy on November 28, 2005 09:50 AM
If we keep following this line, I hate to think what the next blog-meet is going to evolve into.
Hell raised by
RSM on November 28, 2005 10:10 AM
Dude, you are the man. I fully agree.
Thanks for the link as well!
Hell raised by
tesco on November 28, 2005 01:05 PM
Blogging is definitely like "dropping your drawers". LOL!
I'm surprised to hear you are shy.
I actually am too, but people in the blogosphere never believe me when I tell them that.
;)
Hell raised by
blondage on November 28, 2005 01:09 PM
Well, I ain't so much shy as that at my age I am scared that anyone but sweetthing who saw me nekked would either faint dead on the spot are go to runnin'. So I pretty well keep my drawers on in public.
Hell raised by
GUYK on November 28, 2005 02:17 PM
So when I meet you, you will whip out the boys?
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livey on November 28, 2005 03:18 PM
Personally, I think it's all about the context of the environment.
At a nude beach or the men's locker room at the gym, I'm Mr. Natural - because so is everyone else who's there, and nudity is "normal" for the situation.
Anywhere else, I double-check my fly before going outside.
Hell raised by
Harvey on November 28, 2005 03:38 PM
I'm a big ugly man no one wants to see nekkid, yet I have no problem showing off my junk. As my wife says, "If they see something new, they'll throw a rock at it."
Hell raised by
Contagion on November 28, 2005 04:06 PM
Dang...is THAT what goes on at all those blogmeets? Now I'm gonna have to go to one! :)
Hell raised by
Joan on November 28, 2005 04:37 PM
I'm a woman who had three kids. Nobody wants to see what I got either. Trust me.
I'm more apt to drop my drawers to the blogosphere as the probability of my actually meeting anyone without my making it intentional is exactly... Zero.
Hell raised by
Bou on November 28, 2005 04:38 PM
A few doubles doesn't hurt either for exposing yourself...
I was talking about the blogosphere, people.
Hell raised by
Blackfive on November 28, 2005 05:07 PM
Being the shy fragile flower that I am I can honestly say - I Never. *grin* But I got no trouble watchin'. LOL
Hell raised by
Tammi on November 29, 2005 12:24 AM
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Creamy...
... fortified by my recent successes with Patak's Curry Paste, I decided to plunge myself yet again into the pore-cleansing pool that is Indian dining...
... tonight it is Korma time... fresh cream... cream of coconut... yard bird... and Patak's... so far, so good....a little bit spicy.. and as creamy as Princess Diana's complexion after a healthy romp with a group of well-hung Grenadier Guards...
... seriously, this stuff is divine.. perhaps a little too heavy on the coconut, but hey... I'm no professional...
... the really crazy thing?.... I never knew that I could get this damn excited over a chicken....
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If you like catfish, try just enough oil in the iron skillet to keep it from sticking and get it smoking hot like with blackeded fish except add curry powder to the oil. It gives the blackened fish the curry flavor. Not for everyone but I like it. But, I like curry in ketchup on a hot dog. The Germans called it curryworst.
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GUYK on November 27, 2005 10:44 PM
"...as creamy as Princess Diana’s complexion after a healthy romp with a group of well-hung Grenadier Guards..."
Sheer poetry!
Hell raised by
zonker on November 28, 2005 09:18 AM
Patak's is a staple in the Larder d'Elisson. There's nothing like a honkin' big platter of Tandoori Chicken, served over Biryani Rice with some incendiary, white phosphorus-heat Mango Pickle on the side, all washed down with lashings of Red Hook IPA.
Damn - now I'm hungry, and all I have to eat for lunch is a lousy canster of blueberry yogurt. Aaarrrggghhh!
Hell raised by
Elisson on November 28, 2005 01:02 PM
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36K...
.. mercy.... a sixteen year old girl in England has had that much boobage....
.. it boggles the mind...
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Is this for real? I have never in my life heard of a 'K' sized cup. Makes me wonder what the rest of her looks like. And how big is a 'K'? Definitely more than a mouthful. Bigger than an elephant's mouthful I would reckon.
And they brought her down to a more normal '36D'. Hunh. At age 16. All my friends who are a 36D still have back problems.
36K. Where in the hell do you find this stuff. It just ounds like a science movie, "When Breast Tissue Goes Wrong..."
Hell raised by
Bou on November 27, 2005 11:44 AM
.. never heard of a "K" either, Bou... and as for where I find this stuff?... I'll just say that I crawl through some strange gutters to find these stories...
Hell raised by
Eric on November 27, 2005 11:46 AM
K cup ? Not only more than a mouthful, that's more than a handful
Hell raised by
GUYK on November 27, 2005 11:52 AM
Its nuts that a girl can catch that much crap for having huge cans...
Hell raised by
tesco on November 27, 2005 12:24 PM
Jeez -- the poor thing.
Hell raised by
Richmond on November 27, 2005 04:26 PM
You are shameless, dahling. Just shameless.
Hell raised by
sadie on November 27, 2005 05:34 PM
Ummm... remember this story is in England not America. Think of the European shoe sizes...
Hell raised by
Teresa on November 27, 2005 05:58 PM
Eric stop googling 16 year old size k boobs....
you are trouble....
Hell raised by
armywifetoddlermom on November 27, 2005 06:55 PM
The least they could have done was post a picture of her. Y'know, before and after.
Hell raised by
Denny on November 27, 2005 07:44 PM
Um, not sure how I know this but UK bra sizes run slightly smaller than US bra sizes.
Hell raised by
Blackfive on November 27, 2005 08:59 PM
I wore a 36K when I was breast feeding. That would be boobs the size of watermelons, just in case you were wondering.
Hell raised by
livey on November 27, 2005 09:16 PM
How did she stand?
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Oddybobo on November 28, 2005 10:53 AM
Apparantly a bra size can go up to K when a manufacturer just goes individually up the sizes by letter instead of using doubles like "AA" and "DD"... which would make a K the US equivalent of... er... a G, I think? Which is still pretty damned big. Anyway it seems in Euro-land there isn't a set standard for bra sizes - so it would seem buying clothes for a girlfriend over there would be an even bigger pain in the ass than in the US :P
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Shadoglare on November 28, 2005 11:32 PM
You are all totally wrong. The UK sizes are the same as the US sizes. Only the UK has band sizes (32, 34,36) with large cup sizes (normally E-through JJ). The actual measurement is this "band size is the measurement on chest under boobs, 32,34, etc. Cup size is the measurement around the breasts (for example at a 34 band and 36" breast measurement is cup size A, a 37" is cup size B and so on). Get the facts, there are lots of G's through J's in the world...you would be surprised. I assure you, women w/boob jobs are NOT a "D"
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just the facts on January 21, 2006 09:24 AM
I have been measured in the UK and require a 36k bra, but can't seem to find anywhere that make them apart from maternity! Before you ask they are natural and I wish they were smaller. I think a reduction is my only answer now. Surely I can't be the only one!!!!!!!!
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big busted ton fan on February 2, 2006 07:40 AM
Another reason it would suck to be this big is bra cost and the bra ugliness factor. Here's a table of bra sizes with links to examples of those sizes. Note the only one for 36K is butt ugly. See: http://www.biggerbras.com then click on "browse by sizes" at the top.
There might be some nice ones out there, but I haven't seen any that huge.
One theory behind the current trend in massive boob sizes in UK women is that they've been drinking milk from steroid enhanced cows for longer than the rest of the world, or that the milk contains something truly special or that the UK genes tend to react differently with whatever it is.
Cows are fed chemicals to enhance milk production in North America as well but the effects seem to be more obvious in the UK for some reason.
One thing is for certain: historically cow udders did not drag on the ground nor did they literally threaten to explode if not milked daily. Whatever we've been feeding them might be being passed along, though apparently no official studies have been done (or released anyway if you're a conspiracy person).
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BettyBoop on June 23, 2006 06:33 PM
I also have a size 36K bra, it is impossible to get anything larger, I need a 36L, but my only option is to order from the US. At a huge cost of £50 when you need more than one bra it is near impossible to afford. Yes they are my own I have NOT had an enhancemant job. I too like 'big busted ton fan' am looking to have a reduction done, but at a cost of £3,800 I am relying on NHS to do it. NO CHANCE-I think.
Hell raised by
Linx on July 16, 2006 09:04 AM
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on kilts...
... spun on up to Maryville yesterday afternoon and enjoyed a very civilized lunch at Aubrey's.. two India Pale Ales and a nice pasta dish with loads of parmesan.... then on to the local Target to purchase a copy of Gunner Palace... with that mission accomplished, I headed over to Kroger to search for weird ethnic sauces... The Missus has had a hankering for an Indian korma and I, as always, aim to please...
.. not very exciting, I know.... but still, I spent the day as I chose... and that, people, is a unusual pleasure...
... in other news, congrats to Geoffrey and Bride on the occasion of their recent hitching... good on ye, Geoff.... now the real fun begins....
.... and getting married in a kilt is not for the faint of heart.... see, I performed the nuptials whilst wearing one too... later, at the reception, I was forever banned from ever wearing the ceremonial kilt again.... my new Missus I found out on my wedding night that when asked what was worn under a kilt (and after the right amount of Scots beer) I would simply lift tail and demonstrate..
.... she was so proud of her new husband... and I've been going from strength to strength since then....
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...which is why there no kilts allowed at our wedding (uptight mom and mom-in-law). The Scotsmen wore tartan vests and bow ties - My dad, brothers and I wore Robertson. There were some Shaws and Sinclairs too.
Hell raised by
Blackfive on November 27, 2005 10:50 AM
.. indeed... kilts can be a dangerous garment when at a party...
Hell raised by
Eric on November 27, 2005 11:16 AM
MMMMMMMMM Men in kilts............
;)
Hell raised by
Maeve on November 27, 2005 11:27 AM
Hey, at least you lifted tail and not the other. ;-)
Hell raised by
Bou on November 27, 2005 11:46 AM
.. actually, I lifted both sides..
Hell raised by
Eric on November 27, 2005 11:48 AM
Damn I woulda liked to see that!
Hell raised by
livey on November 27, 2005 09:18 PM
I have to see if I can find my photos from Contagion's wedding....
I've worn a kilt in two wedding parties now, once as a groomsman (blogless buddy Jay) and once as best man (Contagion's).
None of those pussy modern cheater kilts either, once was my nine yard greatkilt and the other was a respectable five yarder...
Hell raised by
Graumagus on November 27, 2005 11:01 PM
I've worn kilts for years. Married in one, in multiple weddings with one. Attending weddings in one. I, however, have had enough control to not go showing Mr Happy and the Good Time Boys off to everyone that asks. Althought I do have over 100 snappy combacks.
Hell raised by
Contagion on November 28, 2005 08:41 AM
"Mr Happy and the Good Time Boys"
LOL! I've never heard them called that before. I'll have to remember that one.
Hell raised by
Maeve on November 28, 2005 09:23 AM
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Gunshots...
... Thanksgiving weekend is many things to many people.... to most, it is an occasion for spending time with family and friends... with feasting, drinking, and football.... but around these parts, it means one thing most of all... putting lead down range in the hopes of causing massive trauma to a whitetail buck...
... and across the country, bloggers are talking about it... for instance, we have a tale of an old (and little known) Illinois/Wisconsin sport being talked about.... tree stand base-jumping...
... sitting here with the early morning light showing a thick frost on the ground, sounds of small arms fire is echoing in the distance... so far, five shots... all varying in tone and direction... the woods behind my house are crawling thick with huntsmen... me?... coffee and chores... coffee and chores...
.. one hell of a way to spend a Saturday....
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Tree stand base jumpin'... loved it!
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That 1 Guy on November 26, 2005 10:04 AM
I remember when I was little, playing in a sandbox with my friend, and a rifle round SMACKED into the side of the sandbox, and sent up a rooster tail of sand, stunning us, and my friend's mom came out on the back porch and let out a stream of invective into the woods towards the 'hunter' that would have made a sailor proud.
Then we went back to playing.
Hell raised by
Bane on November 26, 2005 11:14 AM
Ever wonder if it's just by chance that every year during hunting season "Bambi" is broadcast on TV???
Hell raised by
Michele on November 26, 2005 01:52 PM
The mechanical trades might as well shut down during hunting season... Makes you feel any better, I'm spending today watching my kids while ALa goes out partying with her sister.
Hell raised by
tesco on November 26, 2005 02:02 PM
I cheat. My work buddies always shoot enough for me to have a deer or two processed. They skin 'em and take them to the slaughter house. All I have to do is call, tell the butcher how I want the meat, go pay the tab and bring home my deermeat. I always get all deerburger and sausage. Heaps Slaughter House makes the best deer sausage around!
Hell raised by
Junebugg on November 27, 2005 02:39 AM
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Egg update...
... for those who are interested, the eggs were a success... initially two dozen, they arrived at the feast numbering 19... kitchen accidents and taste test were the culprits... but by the end of the dinner, all were gone... I am the deviled egg czar, people... I do believe that next year I might even get bumped up to the mashed potatoes... hey, we live in hope...
... the fine family gathering spanned generations... all in all, I do believe that four strata of relatives were represented... a deep, deep channel of history, experience, and life was present... and for all of our diversity, we each were thankful for having each other...
... it was as it always is... some absent due to hunting trips.. others just plain absent - but missed... and the rest of us eating, laughing, and picking at each other... telling a beloved aunt that she had ruined Thanksgiving by not making the sweet tea sweet enough... everyone (including people who hadn't even eaten one) bragging on my eggs... Big Daddy C reads my blog, you see... so he had briefed everyone on my egg-rant post... yeah, I was set up, I was....
... a highlight to this Thanksgiving for me?... tossing a football to my little second cousin... people, I hadn't touched a football in ten years...
... there is something wonderful about watching children play... maybe it is their genuine enthusiasm... I don't know... perhaps their innocent enjoyment of activity.. running, jumping, catching, or throwing.... or maybe that quick smile that shoots across their face as an adult tells them, "good catch!"...
.... like I said, I just don't know... but I do know this... it was damn refreshing....
... I had a wonderful Thanksgiving... simple, but wonderful....
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yayyyy. happy late thanksgiving, eric!
Hell raised by
Sadie on November 25, 2005 09:44 AM
I am thrilled they turned out....and were delicisioso....now for that recipe.
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armywifetoddlermom on November 25, 2005 10:00 AM
something about having a 7 year old attack you trying to give ya a wet willie just makes thanksgiving that much better...
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oakleytexas on November 25, 2005 11:18 AM
Sounds wonderful.
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vw bug on November 25, 2005 11:21 AM
glad you had a happy thanksgiving! last year i got sick because i ate so many deviled eggs... so none this year for me!
Hell raised by
k on November 25, 2005 01:36 PM
That smile on the little one's faces? That's it. That's what I love about spending time with the nephews and nieces.
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That 1 Guy on November 25, 2005 05:53 PM
Sounds wonderful. Families are wonderful, too bad some people don't enjoy them except at holidays. Glad the eggs turned out well, but was there ever any doubt?
Hell raised by
Junebugg on November 25, 2005 07:06 PM
I'd be interested in trying your mashed potatoes. Right now I am riding pretty high in the confidence of the supremacy of my own. I'm always on the lookout for a step up.
Hell raised by
RSM on November 25, 2005 09:31 PM
Glad to read that you folks had a nice time!
Hell raised by
zonker on November 26, 2005 12:42 PM
I make my deviled eggs with crab meat.
Yum!
Hell raised by
Maeve on November 26, 2005 04:15 PM
All the best to you and yours, Eric.
Hope those eggs go well with Lagavulin.
Hell raised by
Elisson on November 26, 2005 07:24 PM
« Shut the hell up!
Dang me....
... whipped into town this afternoon to buy the eggs and groceries, and somehow got sidetracked.... ended up having lunch and a few beers at the local VFW with my Cousin... strange how that kind of stuff always happens to me... it's like Jimmy Buffett once said... "Honest, Honey!... I was just going down to Buckhead to get the paper! Next thing I know, I'm on I-75 heading for Florida!"....
... anyway, some crusty old vet creaked over to the jukebox at one point and played Roger Miller's "Dang Me"...
... three o'clock in the afternoon, and I hear old Roger say something like "sittin' around drinkin' with the rest of the guys... six rounds bought, and I bought five... spent the groceries and half the rent..."....
... and then it hit me... I had two dozen eggs in the back seat of the car that needed a good boiling... and I was shirking my familial duties in a bar eating peanuts and sipping Killians...
... so, here I am... the eggs are boiled and it's almost time to shoot some pool... all these responsibilities are bogging me down, guys... seriously....
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Ah... those responsibilities. They do serve a purpose, but I'll be damned if I can remember what it is right now...
Hell raised by
That 1 Guy on November 23, 2005 07:05 PM
do you need me to help sweep out the garage?
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armywifetoddlermom on November 23, 2005 07:39 PM
Happy Turkey Day to you and yours. Gotta work, so drink one for me!
Hell raised by
Junebugg on November 24, 2005 01:13 AM
Happy Thanksgiving!!
; )
Hell raised by
Christina on November 24, 2005 09:01 AM
Yea, but those beers aren't going to drink themselves. And if you didn't drink them then someone else would have, and they may have drank too many since there were extras, thus getting too intoxicated to drive resulting in an accident. You where just doing your civic duty!
Hell raised by
Contagion on November 24, 2005 10:22 AM
Wise advice from Contagion.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, Eric!
Hell raised by
That 1 Guy on November 24, 2005 10:27 AM
Yep, there was a time when I though that the song was written just for me.
Wishing you and yours a Happy Thanksgiving.
Hell raised by
GUYK on November 24, 2005 10:27 AM
Happy Thanksgiving!
Hell raised by
Wild Thing on November 24, 2005 12:15 PM
I don't think I'd be able to survive a high-stress lifestyle like yours!
I hope you and Fiona have a happy and safe Thanksgiving!
Hell raised by
zonker on November 24, 2005 01:26 PM
You know what would be good today for Thanksgiving? Your ribs! :-)
And my hat.... :-)
Have a great Thanksgiving!
Hell raised by
Sissy on November 24, 2005 02:27 PM
hope you're having a great thanksgiving!
Hell raised by
justrose on November 24, 2005 07:21 PM
Happy Thanksgiving, Eric. I can't wait to hear how devilish those eggs turned out!
Hell raised by
Bou on November 24, 2005 07:29 PM
They say roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar's sweet and so's maple surple
And i'm the seventh out of seven sons
My pappy was a pistol
I'm a son of a gun.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Hell raised by
Bullseye on November 24, 2005 11:39 PM
They oughta take a rope and hang ya!
Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Hell raised by
Kelly on November 25, 2005 11:59 AM
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Thief...
... the road that ran past my childhood home curved through a hardwood forest and ended at a stretch of the L &N railroad track.. just prior to the tracks was an ancient gabled house where an original Grumpy Old Man lived... he had shared his ancestral pile with his siblings for many years after his parents died.. brothers and sisters living contented together in the old two-story clapboard... and gradually over the years, time took each of them to his bosom... and in the end, the Old Man was all that was left... none of his brothers or sisters having ever married...
... my brother and I, in the midst of playing cowboys and Indians (or VC and Marines) would watch him from the bushes on summer evenings as his rickety old Ford would creep along the gravel road towards his home... he scared the living hell out of us... all gnarled with age and twisted by farm work... he looked like a Vincent Price clone who had been attacked by some sort of soul-sucking beast... that had left him merely the husk of the once proud clodhopper he had been back in the day...
... he died when I was about twelve and his house lay vacant for nearly two years... one fall evening just before my fourteenth birthday, a friend of mine and I were wandering the oak thicket behind my home with our squirrel guns when we suddenly found ourselves on the edge of the field behind the Old Man's house...
... goaded by my hunting companion, we approached the spooky place and found the kitchen window unlocked... we entered the house with our squirrel rifles locked and loaded... expecting to fire upon the first haint that dared attack us.. doubtless that the house was haunted by a myriad of ghouls and long-dead relatives of the Old Man...
... the place was littered with old newspapers and magazines.. many from the 1960's and earlier... the hermit lifestyle was in full evidence... even after lying unused for such a long period of time, the place was still clean but cluttered... stacks of old mail in shoeboxes were stacked neatly in one corner... looking back now, the poor old man probably had some sort of mental illness.. then again, maybe it was just the result of an insurmountable loneliness, this clean clutter...
... in one of the shoeboxes, I noticed some yellowed envelopes that had unusual stamps affixed.. 2 cent stamps.. decorated with George Washington.... I took them... yes, I stole the letters...
... later that evening, I secretly read my stolen booty in the privacy of my bedroom... pouring over handwritten tales of men hunting buffalo... and being bribed with pints of whiskey to cast their vote for Sam Houston as the first president of Texas in 1836... letters written by a young, adventurous Tennessean who had ventured westward from McMinn County... and who was now writing home to his Mother back on the farm... the same farm that I had taken the letters from... the same ramshackle white clapboard that had stood for centuries... and I was ashamed....
... I couldn't take them back, though.... so I stowed them away in my closet and forgot about them and my crimes... four years later, on leave after bootcamp, my Father told me that the Old Man's home had caught fire during a thunderstorm and burnt to the ground... no one had ever moved into it... and it had lain just as it had been for the better part of ten years... and I remembered the letters... still tucked away in an old coffee can in my closet...
... in the days that followed, I re-read those letters and took note of the names... Borden... William Borden... taking up the telephone book, I started making phone calls... with no luck, I remembered that my old high school algebra teacher, Mr. Borden, might know who William belonged to....
... in my dress blues, I drove to the school and asked to speak with my old teacher during lunch... he readily agreed, and as he quizzed me about my training and where I was about to be sent, I asked him about William... after thinking for a few seconds, he told of a story that his Grandfather used to tell.. one about a long, lost Great Great Great Uncle who had headed to Texas during the War and found it over before he got there... no one knew what ever happened to him...
... it was at this point that I told Mr. Borden of my crime... my breaking and entering... and my theft... and I handed him the bundle of letters... letters dating from 1836 to 1855... all written in beautiful penmanship by his long-dead Uncle...
... I was expecting to be chastised for my crimes... punished in some way... but as it turns out, he was thankful that I had saved those wonderful family heirlooms...
... funny how sometimes you end up doing the right thing even when you thought it was wrong to begin with...
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This is a keeper, Eric.
Hell raised by
Bou on November 22, 2005 06:26 PM
wow, great story.
Hell raised by
shoe on November 22, 2005 07:09 PM
I'm still waitin' for that time. Bou's right. It's a keeper. Most time's when I've done somethin' "wrong" I've had to pay. The times I've done something wrong, and didn't have to pay... I just got away with it.
Didn't make me feel any better about it later though.
Hell raised by
RedNeck on November 22, 2005 07:16 PM
"who had been attacked by some sort of soul-sucking beast…"
Heyyyyyyyyy, were you talking to my husband?
Great story as usual!
Hell raised by
Maeve on November 22, 2005 07:17 PM
Wonderful.
Hell raised by
vw bug on November 22, 2005 07:25 PM
Beautiful
Hell raised by
livey on November 22, 2005 07:32 PM
Really, really good.
Hell raised by
Richmond on November 22, 2005 07:53 PM
Wow...
Hell raised by
Ann on November 23, 2005 05:30 AM
Great story, Eric!
Hell raised by
zonker on November 23, 2005 08:53 AM
Great story, bro. I could just picture it being my brothers and me... I think I'd have done and felt the same.
Hell raised by
That 1 Guy on November 23, 2005 09:03 AM
Wonderful story.
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Contagion on November 23, 2005 09:58 AM
Excellent! Thoughtful for Thanksgiving.
Hell raised by
Indigo on November 23, 2005 11:52 AM
*slides back from edge of seat*
Well told.
Hell raised by
Harvey on November 25, 2005 08:21 AM
« Shut the hell up!
Eggs....
... I write about cooking here from time to time as the muse decides... I like to play in the kitchen and create edibles out of raw ingredients... hey, if you like to eat, you should like to cook, right?... and actually, I am quite proud of my culinary prowess... I can cook a chili that will blow your mind... mashed potatoes that'll have you begging for more.. and a spaghetti bolognaise that'll have you bowing down before me in a puddle of your own saliva...
... but lately it has come to my attention that I am at the bottom of the cooking list when it comes to family gatherings...
... slighted, that's what I've been... and the funny thing is, I didn't even realize it at first... it took the Missus talking with co-workers to discover exactly how underestimated my mad skillz are...
... with Thanksgiving on the horizon, family members were doled out their projects... an Aunt is doing the turkey... and Uncle is bringing the baked beans.. a Cousin is even tasked with a cobbler... me?... The Deviled Eggs...
... now, when I first was asked to do them, I was down with it... pretty important job, I thought... the ultimate holiday finger-food... wonderful in it's simplicity and yet marvelous in the intricacies of subtle flavors... my chance to shine, I thought, with the World's Best Deviled Eggs...
... fast-forward a few days... the Wife is conversing with co-workers about the upcoming feast... all of whom are well aware of my legendary power in the pantry... and they were comparing notes on festive feasts past and present.. all was going well until she lets slip that we've been jagged with the deviled eggs..
... guffaws, people... great whoops of laughter erupted... cackling fits were witnessed.. ribs were evidently nearly split...the Wife was stunned.... and when inquiring about the commotion, she was told thus:
... "oh, we always get the worst cooks in the family to cook the deviled eggs!!... it's impossible to screw them up!"....
... uh huh.... slanderous!.. scandalous!... I'm thinking of mixing in a little of the left-over blue cheese in the stuffing portion this year... I'll put the damn Devil in those deviled eggs...
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And if you really want to show off, fill them with a star tipped pastry bag. :) You'll get promoted to potatoes in no time!
Happy Thanksgiving in any case....
Hell raised by
Richmond on November 22, 2005 01:27 PM
I think just because those other folks pawn that off on their worst cooks don't mean it happens everywhere. And OH HELL YES deviled eggs can be F#$& UP. I have ate some nasty ass eggs before. I also think you should fix some dish and surprise everyone also. They may just want more the next time. Keep in mind no one has ever ate your cooking except your mother and ME.
Much Love Cuz..
Hell raised by
Big Daddy C on November 22, 2005 02:18 PM
Don’t feel bad dude, it’s not like they said you couldn’t bring something else. Shake them up with an extra dish. Something like mashed sweet potatoes with an ass load of horseradish should silence the family cooking naysayers.
Besides, there was a time when deviled eggs were a luxury. Think about it, a dozen eggs and some flour makes enough pasta to feed an entire village. Your great great grandmother would have tipped over in her chair if someone walked in with the entire daily output of her farm on a plate. To use those eggs as simple snack was mind blowing.
Oh yeah, go ahead and add that last ingredient that everyone leaves out of the recipe nowadays. Caviar.
Hell raised by
Ironnerd on November 22, 2005 02:19 PM
Could be worse. You coulda been asked to bring the mixed nuts.
Hell raised by
Jim -PRS on November 22, 2005 04:03 PM
I just told my wife I want real mashed potatoes and corn for Thanksgiving. What's your mashed potato recipe?
Hell raised by
WitNit on November 22, 2005 04:37 PM
Nah, deviled eggs aren't labeled that in our family. We're big deviled eggs fans. And yeah, you can botch 'em up.
Now, if you'd been asked to bring the mixed fruit, then yeah, you'd have been relegated to bottom tier.
BTW, they made a big mistake, BIG MISTAKE, not asking you to bring your beans. You make some great damn baked beans.
Oh and next family gathering, before it gets all set up, YOU TELL THEM what YOU WILL BRING. That'll settle that.
Hell raised by
Bou on November 22, 2005 04:40 PM
Soak the boiled eggs in some of that ECB sauce... Then crush the hot red peppers real fine and put it in the "fillin'".
If that don't cure what ails 'em I don't know what will.
One things for sure. If you do that. You won't be asked to prepare the eggs again next year. ;)
Hell raised by
RedNeck on November 22, 2005 07:22 PM
My Friend, my Grandmother made Devilled eggs that Satan hisself would go contrite for. I'd eat Grandma's devilled edds ove ma's turkey, pork tenderloin or lamb any daym just don't tell her that... Luckily for the family, she passed down the secret to her D.E. and her chicken salad (which i would kill Jean Claude Van Damme in a no holds barred brawl for) before se passe earlier this year. I tell you, let "no man despise thy" culinary ability, "but be thou an example of the" culinary arts "in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity. To mangle 1 Timothy 4:12, that is.
Keep tha' faith.
:-D
Hell raised by
tommy on November 23, 2005 12:05 AM
Errm, all spelling mistakes above were intentionall and/or the result of Benchmark.
:-D
Hell raised by
tommy on November 23, 2005 12:07 AM
I've eaten some pretty crappy deviled eggs, frankly, in my time. I think people who think they can't be screwed up have never had a good one.
Hell raised by
catzmeow on November 23, 2005 02:32 PM
« Shut the hell up!
Extremes....
... walking out to check the mail this afternoon, I flipped up my collar against the rain and smiled... what a day... a fifteen mile an hour breeze... 45 degree temperature.... replete with gray skies and fat raindrops... it reminded me of Scotland...
... you know, people talk about extremes... and they admire their ability to endure them... especially when hiking or camping... desert, jungle, or arctic.. they all have their challenges...
.. but today?... walk 10 miles in a slow, chilling rain with the temperature just above freezing... stay dry and comfortable... then camp for a couple of days in those circumstances... and stay dry and comfortable....
... it doesn't always take an extreme to make something hardcore... and in my mind, a cold and wet day is the most sapping of climates... especially when a nice wind is thrown in....
... I've had my cheeks and eyelids chapped so badly that I could hardly open my eyes.. I've had my face so chilled by wind and rain that I couldn't use my mouth to form words... I've had my hands so cold and numb that I had to use one to push the other into my pocket... and all of that happened in temperatures between 35 and 45 degrees....
.. where am I going with this?... I don't know... just sitting here drinking coffee and rambling.... but one this is for sure... never underestimate the power of the mundane... sure, extremes get all the sexy press and the prime-time slots on the Discovery Channel... but hanging out in the everyday gray is the true challenge... trust me...
... damn, I need to go camping....
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Oh I am not an extreme kinda gal at all. 40 is damn cold to me!
I am oh so ready to go camping again. Cool weather camping is next. My husband is starting to hate me... heh heh heh.
Hell raised by
Bou on November 21, 2005 12:35 PM
you are so right. milling about in the mundane can be sheer torture, when the extremes are at least memorable. however, clips of you "making it" to the mailbox between coffee and afternoon cheese sandwiches aren't likely to stir up much traffic on the discovery channel. better stick to blogging it. dude, i see the manliness in it, just not sure your everyday joe would.
Hell raised by
shoe on November 21, 2005 01:59 PM
I see it. You want to camp? Hell, anytime after Thanksgivin' come the hell on up and camp here. Shoot, not only can you camp here in endless "grey days" you can freakin' surf ahia too! Cowa'freakin'bunga dude. I hate grey shit. Especially when it plants itself into your sky like a take from the early part of Joe VS. the Volcano. I can honestly relate to the only bright "colored" spot being the little "hula lamp" he got somewhere that adorns his desk. Screw grey days. They suck. Rain, chilly, or otherwise. I hate 'em. Hate 'em. I'd rather dodge gator's and rattler's in the light of a Carolina blue sky, and pretty tall green pines any damned time...
Yeah, come on up and "Surf Ahia" bro'. ;)
Hell raised by
RedNeck on November 21, 2005 08:50 PM
I was with Neck until he got to the part about the alligators. I'll take gray over gators any time.
Hell raised by
Jim - PRS on November 21, 2005 09:31 PM
That's the beauty of living in the South. We get variable weather. Just because it's winter doesn't mean anything. Cold and wet one week, then short sleeve weather the next.
The best thing about cold and wet is it's perfect cuddle up weather.
Hell raised by
Junebugg on November 22, 2005 01:30 AM
It's that cold rain. Cold water just sucks the heat out of you, and with an assist from the wind, it's downright serious. Never underestimate the power of cold water: just ask Jack London.
Hell raised by
Elisson on November 22, 2005 06:48 AM
Dude, I usually don't comment because you say it so damn well. And, you have done it again, here. I love your writing style, although it does take a bit of getting used to with all the twists and turns, I'm afraid my brain doesn't just turn on a dime like that..hehehe...I must ponder what you've said for some time to let the full of it sink in.
Hell raised by
Kelly on November 22, 2005 08:00 AM
Being a cold weather guy, I have to say 40's is not that bad. I love camping in that kind of temp, it makes for good sleeping at night.
Dammit, now I want to go camping!
Hell raised by
Contagion on November 22, 2005 08:45 AM
well, I THOUGHT I was having fun
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GUYK on November 22, 2005 09:55 AM
I know what you mean precisely, I have had two occasions in my life when I was freezing to death ( or so I thought ) one was on a aircraft carrier off the coast of North Korea when they captured the Pueblo,and the temp was about forty belo zero. We went from the tropical Gulf Of Tonkin to that. And once standing watch On the pier, guarding the U.S.S. Coral Sea in San Francisco. It was damp and cold with a gentle but steady breeze blowing and as ordered I was wearing the uniform of the day......BRRRRR.
Hell raised by
Arrathorn on November 22, 2005 10:43 AM
My most hated weather is the North Carolina Blizzard: 38 degrees and pouring rain. UGH!
I'll take 10 below anyday over that . . .
Hell raised by
Chai-rista on November 22, 2005 11:05 AM
Cold is ok, wet is alright... but cold and wet make for a miserable time... with wet boots... that's what will make it the worse when the boots get soaked through... your socks are drenched... and you still have 3 days to go and no way to dry them...i think that's the most miserable I've ever been in my life...
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oakleytexas on November 24, 2005 08:34 AM
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Hillary...
... homeslice Jimbo is mining a new vein... and it's pure gold... behold:
Dear Senator Clinton:
I was wondering whether you do anything special to prepare for an event that you expect will require you to be particularly sharp, such as press conferences or live TV interviews.
Maureen O'Connely
Dear Maureen,
Wow! Another primo question! You guys are the best. Yes, there are a few things I do, but one comes to mind at the moment. It was during may campaign for the Senate when I was preparing to debate that guy Rick or what the hell ever his name was. I was pretty wired, and, frankly, more than a little nervous. Know what I mean? Anyway, I sent one of my aides out to the animal shelter to pick up kitten for me. She brought back this little tabby kitten, and I strangled it. I was good to go then. LOL
... and there is more... here.... and here... go forth now and sup, people...
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cooking...
... lazy, lazy Sunday here... overcast sky.... I'm making Chicken Parmesan again for dinner tonight... but I'm not sure if it'll work out right... I've lost my CD of bullfighting music... and Guns and Roses is in caddy...
... I've been listening to the Kentucky Headhunters all afternoon.... never tried cooking Italian food while listening to them... might turn out a bit strange.... word, people... never underestimate the importance of having the right background music when cooking... you heard it here first...
... anyway, sitting here now, I'm yearning for my coonskin cap... saw a six point buck in the back yard yesterday afternoon... he was gnawing on my muscadine vine and looking wily... varmint... his days are numbered..
... that just about sums up my day... some cooking... some drinking... some music... no drama... a few History Channel documentaries... all the while plotting the demise of fluffy forest creatures with a high powered rifle...
... all in all, even with the occasional speed-bump, life is pretty damn good...
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Sounds great. :)
Hell raised by
Richmond on November 20, 2005 04:22 PM
My daddy was a Milk Man...
Hell raised by
RedNeck on November 20, 2005 06:23 PM
Eating the muscadines, huh? Sounds like a bit of backstrap needs to be on a future menu.
Hell raised by
bitterman on November 20, 2005 06:34 PM
.. that is exactly what I'm thinking... backstrap....
Hell raised by
Eric on November 20, 2005 06:45 PM
So that's what my problem is with my Chicken Parmesan. I'm using the wrong background music. Mine is the sweet voices of my three boys singing songs such as "He hit me!" and "Mom! He's breathing in my direction!"
Maybe I just need music to drown them out...
Hell raised by
Bou on November 20, 2005 09:38 PM
« Shut the hell up!
Blooming...
.... as if I hadn't had enough bullshit lately, two tons arrived yesterday via dump truck.... it seems that when I'm not dealing with the figurative I have to handle the literal as well... typical....
.... while typing this, I can see the steaming mass percolating through the crust of frost... and soon, I shall be shin-deep slinging it across the barren lawn... sounds like fun, no?... honest toil for a change?... yeah, I know you rubberneckers are not sympathetic, but that's cool...
... actually, I am looking forward to it... after all, when you think about it, she's a necessary evil, this figurative and literal pile of crap.... after having suffered a deluge of dung, the flowers will bloom... the grass'll get greener... buds with bud, etc...
... now... if I can only get the same damn fruits to bear from the figurative shit, I'll be rocking and rolling...
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Yep, did that today myself. I have now popped some ibuprofin left over from when I fell off the ladder.
I'm also eye balling my bottle of whiskey......it's noon some where in the world right?
Damn, it sucks getting this sore!
Hell raised by
Maeve on November 19, 2005 12:38 PM
Flowers from figurative shit would be beyond great. Good luck today with the real stuff!
Hell raised by
Richmond on November 19, 2005 03:38 PM
makes it almost not worth it, eh?
Hell raised by
Jager on November 19, 2005 06:34 PM
I spent the day shoveling snow.
Hell raised by
livey on November 19, 2005 06:52 PM
Scott's -- It comes in a bag, and it's not steamy.
Hell raised by
Jim - PRS on November 19, 2005 07:41 PM
By George! Jim's got it!!
Hell raised by
Indigo on November 20, 2005 10:06 AM
Shoveling shit can be therapeutic. I'm told.
Hell raised by
Sgt Hook on November 20, 2005 11:37 AM
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Surrounded...
.... everyone knows that the archetypal Southern Story begins with "Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit"... and today's blog entry should begin that way... so, without further dilly-dallying, let me tell you where I spent all afternoon.... A high-dollar clip, color, curl and cut hair salon... oh yeah, the Missus got coiffed big time... and I was dragged along as chief chauffer...
... it was a trip, people.... it even beat that time I sat outside the Victoria's Secret drinking a milkshake at the mall...
.... Indeed, today provided me with a tiny glimpse into the hidden world of The Hairdresser.... mercy... leather sofas and easy chairs.. marble surfaces everywhere... Southern lilts of giggles and coos coming from buxom lasses as they gently stroked and patted the hair of another female.... evidently just another day of hot hairdressers plying their trade...
... one thing of mention... I never knew that hairdressers had to bend over so much while they were working their art... mirrors everywhere, too... so if you felt like you were going to get busted ogling cleavage directly as it dangled over a wash basin, you could always cast your eyes to the nearest mirrored surface for a safer view...
... but I was a good boy... I smiled meekly when approached... I was a frigging pillar of strength.... however, being the only man in a room of twenty women for upwards of two hours did trigger my flight or fight response a few times... hey, I'm not Superman...
... one thing is for certain though.... the mustache is history... tomorrow morning it gets the axe Mach III....
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You will be missing that womb broom.
Hell raised by
Grey Biker on November 18, 2005 07:21 PM
I respectfully disagree -- clean shaven is best...
Glad you had an "entertaining" afternoon! :)
Hell raised by
Richmond on November 18, 2005 10:00 PM
If you think that was nice? Date a hairdresser, they are all freaks of nature, they party and play very hard, Cat
Hell raised by
Catfish on November 19, 2005 09:41 AM
I wouldn't shave my facial hair unless I had to, and my wife won't let me anyway.
As for spending the day in a beauty salon...
***shakes head walking away***
Hell raised by
Contagion on November 19, 2005 10:04 AM
Are you taking requests? I'd like to read a post about how you visited the dorms at the nearby nursing school and were forced to watch as the scantily-clad ladies had pillow fights and...
What? What the hell are you looking at me like that for?!
Hell raised by
zonker on November 19, 2005 10:20 AM
... I like the way you think, Thunderman... I'll see what I can do...
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Eric on November 19, 2005 10:31 AM
Dearest Straight White Guy,
Why did you not have one of the lovely ladies "shave you"....that would have been a story............
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armywifetoddlermom on November 19, 2005 07:48 PM
« Shut the hell up!
Flee me....
... for the past week I have been attempting to cultivate a mustache... why, I just don't know.... maybe the frosty mornings are birthing this urge.. then again, maybe it's like Little River Band said and simply time for a Cool Change... either way, I really don't know why I put myself through the whole mustache ordeal...
... dear old Dad, God rest his Soul, had a killer tash... it stood out red and bushy on his chiseled jaw.... shocks of blonde hair, blue eyes, and a red mustache... full and proud like the bristles of a brush.... looked like a Viking, he did...
... Me?.. I seem to be the recipient of some seriously twisted DNA... red hair and blonde beard does not a marvelous mustachio make... add to that fact that I just scared the sweet Bejesus out of the missus when she sleepily wandered through - eyes only half opened - to give me a morning peck on the lips... I guess her delicate lips didn't enjoy being poked by my budding follicles... yeah, it was the scream she delivered as she sprinted back, wounded, towards the bedroom that gave it away...
... "get rid of the abomination!!... get rid of the abomination!!..."...
... damn, I sure hope she was just talking about the mustache...
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Every single time my husband takes a full 30 days of leave I BEG him to grow a mustache and a goatee!
Just LOVE IT! Maybe your honeybunny will like it once it grows out a litle more...gets a little softer...maybe... :)
Hell raised by
Sandy on November 18, 2005 09:15 AM
SWG,
I agree with your sweet Fiona
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armywifetoddlermom on November 18, 2005 09:50 AM
Eric...no...mustache...
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Sadie on November 18, 2005 10:29 AM
When I retired in 1983 I grew a beard. Sweetthing liked it, I liked it and have had it ever since. It was a lot of different shades of browns, black and reds for a few years but now is mostly white with a little pepper coloring here and there. Back in the spring I had my barber trim it close--kind of the Miami Vice look from long ago. When I got home my dog barked at me and sweetthing just shook her head. I have not even trimmed it since but it has this wooly look now that makes people look at me funny in Walmart--of course the bib overalls I wear gets a few startes from the yankee tourists also.
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GUYK on November 18, 2005 10:57 AM
Heh. Same reaction I got from the Missus when I shaved mine off. Along with the beard.
Eric, I dunno. You with a 'stache? I'll defer to the Princess on this matter, as she has to live with it...just as you have to live under it...
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Elisson on November 18, 2005 01:34 PM
I'm with Mrs. SWG on this one, and you didn't even have to kiss me.
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Jim -PRS on November 18, 2005 02:24 PM
Now, come on. Everybody knows that one can not pass out "valid" 'stache rides lest one have a 'stache.
I cannot produce a beard, but, but, the upper lip does produce.
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RedNeck on November 18, 2005 05:37 PM
Last December when Johnny was in the hospital, I came into his room and this pretty little nurse smiled at me and cooed "Oh, hi! You must be Johnny's Grandpa!" Her face fell along with mine. I knew the goat was pretty white, but...
I went back to Ronald McDonald House and shaved it all. Took off ten years, and scared the crap out of people who had seen me with face-hair all my adult life.
The wife recently asked me to grow the stache back, cuz she likes it, so I did. I pluck the white ones out for vanity. Feel kinda like a homo, but having a stache is like owning a small dog you have to groom all the time.
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Bane on November 19, 2005 04:09 PM
« Shut the hell up!
Bye...
... see y'all later... I'm off to Petco to look at lizards...
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One of my absolute favorite things to do, seriously! My kids when they were little knee-biters were allergic to fur and feathers so we had a parade of lizards and various reptiles. I am sometimes known a lizard lady. Enjoy!
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Kat on November 17, 2005 10:01 AM
One of my absolute favorite things to do, seriously! My kids when they were little knee-biters were allergic to fur and feathers so we had a parade of lizards and various reptiles. I am sometimes known a lizard lady. Enjoy!
Hell raised by
Kat on November 17, 2005 10:02 AM
New fetish, huh?
I agree. Midgets are getting to be "mainstream," as the kids say.
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Sadie on November 17, 2005 11:23 AM
good luck with the lizard.
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Turf on November 17, 2005 02:25 PM
Hope you aint thinkin' bout buying a 'boy' lizard and takin over to your cuzzin's!
Hell raised by
Michele on November 17, 2005 03:18 PM
The kittys need a new friend?
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Richmond on November 17, 2005 08:17 PM
I'd sooner be the owner of a case of canned dogshit than a farookin' lizard.
Hell raised by
Jim - PRS on November 17, 2005 08:43 PM
Blog Fodder???
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Bou on November 17, 2005 09:37 PM
They need draining... I've heard that before.
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That 1 Guy on November 17, 2005 11:09 PM
I'm with T1G on this one. I believe, that, should acquire said lizard, you might be excessively prone to doin' little with it except drainin' it.
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RedNeck on November 18, 2005 05:43 PM
« Shut the hell up!
Bravado....
.. my cousin Brad borrowed my Cold Steel the other day... and he used the half-serrated blade on my Recon to castrate six Holstein bulls as I watched on... and yeah, I've got pictures, but I ain't sharing... just trust me, it was an incredible sight...
.... each bull weighed between 400 and 600 pounds... and word, people, nut size varies quite a bit over that poundage... the interesting thing?... the bigger the bull, the more still they stood....
... anyway, his technique was marvelous.... use the blade to nip off the back 1/3rd of the nutsack... then milk the balls down toward the opening... once exposed, he'd grab and pull down with all his might.... and eventually the testicle would comes loose in his hands with about a yard of seminal tract still attached.... after that, he would daub them with antiseptic and send them on their way.... amazing how well those varmints could run after just having their "boys" treated in such a way....
... one curious thing, though... those bulls never made a move... or uttered a sound.... just stood there and took it like it was no big deal... come to think of it, I know some people like that...
... but, I have to admit... even with all the bravado, the look on their faces was priceless....
... farming, people.... It most assuredly ain't for the faint of heart....
... on the upside of this wee story?... my teensy pocketknife has finally been used to do the job it was designed for... cutting flesh other than mine...
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GOOD GOD!!!
There are some things that need to be left alone... and bull castration just doesn't require a play by play. I'm hurting... down there... I think I threw up a little in my mouth. (funny how seeing a human injurred doesn't bother me.)
Glad you had such a great day.
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RSM on November 16, 2005 09:34 PM
My first thought was 'Good God', but RSM took that.
My second thought was, "Eric, this is just as God awful reading it as it was hearing about it first hand." The difference is... at least watching Brad immitate those bulls' expressions added great levity. Really. There's nothing quite like watching Brad immitate a Bull being castrated. It was those wide eyes. ;-)
AND!!! Don't listen to your sicko readers who are going to ask for pictures. YOU KNOW it's going to happen! I can feel it.
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Bou on November 16, 2005 10:57 PM
Been there, done that and don't need the pictures. You should post the pics anyway. I'm sick like that.
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Ironnerd on November 16, 2005 11:03 PM
JESUS H. CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!! They just stand there while their farookin' stindeens are ripped out? I'm figuring it may have been too much of a WTF experience for them to move.
JESUS H. CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!
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Jim - PRS on November 16, 2005 11:18 PM
Did ya'll eat the nurs? Most people in the woods and the hills eat those Bull Nuts with eggs, Cat
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Catfish on November 16, 2005 11:29 PM
I've got pictures but I ain't sharing
How dare you tease me like that.
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Gooseneck on November 16, 2005 11:38 PM
I agree with Catfish...only lightly sauteed in extra virgin olive oil and garlic. Salt and pepper to taste.
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Bullseye on November 16, 2005 11:51 PM
should have busted out the Kabar... on our farm we use these rubber band shin digs...put'em around their nuts and after a while they just fall off... and I'll be the second sick reader that asks for pic's to be posted...
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oakleytexas on November 17, 2005 05:15 AM
Ewww... good morning, fellow... what a thrilling morning read... wonder when I can drink my morning coffee again without thinking of that... story...
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Ann on November 17, 2005 05:41 AM
OK, I have to ask. Did anyone cross their legs when they read this story, meaning you men? I sure did. Ouch! So.....one more question. Did you cook'em up and eat'em? Them's gooood eatin'.
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MBDonaldson on November 17, 2005 07:27 AM
... no, we didn't eat the nuts... that would have just been a bridge too far....
.. and we didn't "band" them because the bulls were too large...
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Eric on November 17, 2005 07:46 AM
you do eat haggis... I don't see how crossin the bridge to rocky mountain oysters is to far for ya... them babys were fresh not something you had to have mailed to your door step....
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oakleytexas on November 17, 2005 08:25 AM
I was laughing when I read this. Mostly cause I've watched this done countless times. Too funny!
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oddybobo on November 17, 2005 09:05 AM
SWEET MOTHER OF GOD! I did not need to read that this morning. My nuts lept up into my throat and now I'm having a hard time breathing around them!
I have sympathy pain in my groin. I'm going to go ice it now.
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Contagion on November 17, 2005 09:59 AM
Disturbing, but hey, better them than me.
I see you already responded about the bands. That's the preferred way to go, but they've gotta be calves when ya pinch'em off.
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That 1 Guy on November 17, 2005 10:12 AM
Holy Crap.
This was sweeet. Between your Bull Castration post and V-man's Squashed Puppy tale, I am now immunized against any attacks by pictures of Big-Eyed Puppies, Kitties Hanging on Clotheslines saying "Hang In There," Teary-Eyed Clowns; and visits by Jehovah's Witnesses. My heart feels like an alligator.
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Elisson on November 17, 2005 10:29 AM
turkey testicles are much tastier than bulls....I 'm just saying....
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armywifetoddlermom on November 17, 2005 10:58 AM
Ugh. Now I know why I didn't ever go watch that. I was warned it was gross and I'm glad for once I listened. Ugh.
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vw bug on November 17, 2005 11:04 AM
ughhhhh... i must go hurl now...
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k on November 17, 2005 04:05 PM
That's really not something that needed sharing. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed yourself though, that speaks volumes. I thought the bands were bad enough (I've actually done that), but my nuts started sweating as soon as I read about the aforementioned cutting and yanking.
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jwookie on November 17, 2005 04:57 PM
When I was a wee one, I'd go visit my grandma who owned/lived on a working farm. I've seen it all, the slitting and bloodletting of chickens, pigs, cows and bulls. I guess when you see things so young you really don't get/understand what's going on.
I've also seen various forms of castration, including the one you described. I've never in my life understood how the bulls never once moved, where as the pigs would go "hog wild".
So here are my questions:
1) why did Brad castrate them as adults as opposed to when they were calves?
2) why did he castrate them at all, the large ones seem to be too old to even bother with that?
3) did you carry your Recon with you everywhere?
4) I vote for pictures!
Hell raised by
michele on November 18, 2005 09:57 AM
Been there, done that... used to hand milk several cows every morning before breakfast...
A 400 pound bovine is NOT an adult... and they better had been tied up or in a squeeze shoot, because adult Holstein Bulls are MEAN-ASS-SON-OF-A-BITCHES... meaner than any buckin rodeo bull I ever saw...
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Madfish Willie on November 18, 2005 07:39 PM
« Shut the hell up!
Humbled...
... telling a good lie is an art form... it takes practice and dedication.... and children, nobody can tell a porky like my old buddy Big Stupid Tommy... don't believe me?... check out his latest fabrication... "Sweet Yellow Cornbread".... and while you're there, wish BST some happy thoughts... his blog just ticked over the three year mark... no small feat in these troubling times...
... keep jammin' those FrenchFreedom Fries, killer...
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Baseball....
... baseball... goddamn.... back in the day, I played catcher... 10 years of sweating, directing, and getting steamrolled at home plate waiting for the fortuitous throw that never came... but still, catcher is the best position on the team...
... haven't watched a pro game from start to finish since the 1985 World Series when Kansas City spanked St. Louis after being two games down..... Bret Saberhagen, people.... that man could throw.... and it was George Brett's arguable swansong... and damn, only in baseball could some white-bread knucklehead with a name like Saberhagen rock everyone's world...
... but I'm losing my point... see, in the end, baseball movies break me up... and to prove my point, here, check this out.... I watched Steinbeck's George blow Lennie's brains out by the river today and thought to myself... "damn... I don't know who I relate to more... Lennie or George.. sometimes I feel like I'm on both sides of that literary trigger."... but the fact remains, nary a tear was shed... sure, the mind churned and the brain baked.. but there was no feeling.... Hell, hardly even a sniffle as the movie ended...
... now... fast forward... "Major League" just finished on the family television, and by the end I was crying like a fucking baby.. unbelievable....
... sometimes things just are what they are.... a friend busting a cap in a retarded soulmate?... dry eyes... even when understanding the complexity of Steinbeck's tale and having played "George" in the high school reproduction... but a whackjob with a gay haircut striking out a New York Yankee?.... waterworks....
.... it truly is strange... it seems that baseball, much like syphilis, evidently never fully leaves your system....
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Sometimes, Good Lord, I wonder what it's like to live in your head. I think I'd be committed for laughing at myself all the time.
Good Grief. You're two for two today my friend. Funny stuff.
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Bou on November 15, 2005 10:28 PM
I'm just glad I'm not the only one.....
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Richmond on November 15, 2005 11:50 PM
it seems that baseball, much like syphilis, evidently never fully leaves your system….
I've got to find a way to use that quote.
Hell raised by
phin on November 15, 2005 11:54 PM
"having played “George” in the high school reproduction…"
Damn, but there's more to you than meets the eye. It ain't just Scotch and honkin' big knives!
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Elisson on November 16, 2005 07:36 AM
Baseball movies have the same effect on me - and I'm not a huge baseball fan. But there is something about the spirit of the game, the players.
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Tammi on November 16, 2005 08:41 AM
Baseball? I'm still laughing at the conversation we had at that restaurant in TN where you told me of your all-to-brief stint as a football player. As soon as you said you "lacked the temperment", I knew EXACTLY what you meant. Hahaha!
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zonker on November 16, 2005 09:42 AM
I haven't cried at a movie since I was... 8 I believe.
I'm not a baseball fan, but I do enjoy watching movies about baseball. Maybe it's because they cut out all the boring ports and you just see the action.
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Contagion on November 16, 2005 10:01 AM
What's stranger is me watching the same movie as you at the same time...Major League. Classic.
Except you probably were not trying to count how many times you woke up wearing a sombrero like Tom Berringer.
11, dude, 11.
Hell raised by
Blackfive on November 16, 2005 12:16 PM
"it seems that baseball, much like syphilis, evidently never fully leaves your system…."
A few years ago when the owners and players decided that their arguments over money was more important than a world series and the fans I discovered that the whole situation was better than any anti-biotic. It cured me from major League Baseball once and for all time. Who needs that moldy bread stuff when they present you with something like that.
Hell raised by
GUYK on November 16, 2005 03:28 PM
The end of Field of Dreams gets me every damn time. I only watch it by myself, 'cause I don't want anyone seeing me sob like a little girl...
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Steven on November 16, 2005 07:34 PM
Now, Major League, was one funny damned movie. Field of Dreams was a good one as well. Major League baseball, for the most part, is nothin' like either one. What I like about those movies is the chance to get to hear kids that play the game for the game, break off the odd line from those movies durin' BP, or just in the dugout. Baseball is a priceless sport at that point. I've seen/heard things from 14 year ol's mouths havin' to do with a baseball situation, or a clean poke at a teammate that have nearly brought ME to tears. Speaking of those memories with your son, one of his team mates, or one of the other coaches, can damned near bring the whole house down.
A couple of things come to mind here for me. One, I wish the players in MLB would remember more of where they came FROM, instead of where they WANT TO BE.
Kids do look up to 'em, whether that's in their perceived job description or not.
The other thing that comes to mind for me is this, and it's out of the blue, but there's a lines in Blade Runner, 'cept for the last one.
Batty: I've done... questionable things.
Tyrell: Also extraordinary things. Revel in your time.
Batty: Nothing the god of biomechanics wouldn't let you in heaven for.
Batty: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
I'm not lookin' to die, but I have seen things, and heard them as well that make me believ in the people of baseball, and not the business of it.
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RedNeck on November 18, 2005 06:03 PM
I played catcher too... loved the game - still do... it's not a ME game like football and basketball... if baseball players did shit like those other players, they'd get beaned in the head their next time up...
Every time I watch that movie, I get chills when Wild Thing comes in to the game to the roar of the crowd and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up... what a moment to be the Wild Thing!!
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Madfish Willie on November 18, 2005 07:45 PM
« Shut the hell up!
Whoville...
... re-watched the old animated version of "The Grinch who stole Christmas" last night... and, man, that poor dog of his really had it rough...
... I've always loved that movie... something about the Grinch just jabs my curiousity.... Misunderstood old curmudgeon living alone with his beagle in a cave on top of a mountain overlooking a sea of seething Whomanity...
... kinda like blogging when you think about it...
.. anyway, at the very end of the show when the Grinch had gotten all warm and fuzzy after burgling the Whos, I imagined what would really happen when he came down the mountain with all their stuff in his buggy...
... so with sincere apologies for Dr. Seuss, here goes..
The Grinch entered town and told the Whos he was sorry
His intent was to steal, after all, not to borry
His heart was a'glowing with fine Christmas Spirit
But the Whos didn't care, they didn't want to hear it.
The called on the constable to arrest the foul Grinch
"You stole all that was stealable and didn't even flinch!"
"You stole and your're mean and your're green", said The Marshal
"So you're going to jail with no bail and no parcel."
So they locked the Grinch up in the Who County Slammer
With shouts of "Let the fool rot! He's worse than a spammer!"
For robbin' on Christmas is just wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
And returning the booty in your sleigh with a song
Won't make up for badness once you've proved you are evil
and we're pretty damned sure you've been abusing that beagle.
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LMAO! I love it. I may just have to read that part into the story when I read it to my son. He'll like it too :)
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oddybobo on November 15, 2005 02:22 PM
I think that the Dr. just grinned a big grin,
And has pondered, in heaven,
"Perhaps this lad's kin..."
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That 1 Guy on November 15, 2005 02:23 PM
.. you guys are killing me....
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Eric on November 15, 2005 02:29 PM
Holy shit that's funny.
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Bou on November 15, 2005 06:18 PM
At first I thought it said "whoreville" as the title of the post.
Damn, I need some sleep!
Hell raised by
Maeve on November 15, 2005 06:21 PM
I LOVE the Grinch...and your ending was perfect....lol they need to make a new cartoon now with an alternate ending...hehe
Love it! :)
Hell raised by
Chelle on November 15, 2005 06:38 PM
Excellent!
And, you know Maeve might be on to something: "Christmas in Whoreville" might make for a great story...
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Richmond on November 15, 2005 07:22 PM
The possibilities of foul-mouthed little Who's runnung around is about as much fun as one can imagine. They're like wicked little lollipop kids... smoking, drinking, staying out 'til all jours.
Excellent!
Hell raised by
jwookie on November 15, 2005 07:42 PM
My best laugh of the day
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GUYK on November 15, 2005 10:57 PM
Doctor Seuss is your Muse? That's way too cool, dude.
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zonker on November 16, 2005 09:40 AM
Holy Crap... That last line made me cackle loud enough that a minion jumped out of their chair in fear!
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Contagion on November 16, 2005 10:03 AM
Me, I just like the way Thurl Ravenscroft (aka the voice of Tony the Tiger) sang the song.
Hell raised by
Harvey on November 16, 2005 11:10 AM
Another winner! How DO you turn them out so consistently? You da man, alright!
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Indigo on November 16, 2005 11:52 AM
That's too funny, my ribs hurt.
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Jack on November 16, 2005 12:26 PM
that is awesome. and the grinch is my absolute favorite. i watch it all year long.
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justrose on November 16, 2005 05:26 PM
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Mexico...
... there be some seriously strange mojo going on here at the casa.... had my Ma over for lunch yesterday after she had shuffled off the mantle of her church duties... I laid on some garlic and peppercorn marinated pork loin, green beans, and homemade mashed potaters... not bad stuff, really.. actually, probably the first green vegetable I've eaten in years... hey, at this rate, I'll live forever.....
... anyway, a few hours ago, I finally took a break from downloading eastern European porn videos, and I'm now in the wondrous embrace of a musical trip down memory lane... harking back to the formative years, people... back to a time when I was pert and full of those beans everyone is always talking about....
... the downloads?.... sure, it's mainly old George Jones songs, but hey... don't be throwing stones... I managed a Merle Haggard song or two... even some ZZ Top... besides, it's Monday evening and I'm deep in the throes of a monutental maudlin.. no, no... deeper than that... think epic proportions, rubberneckers... wheels within wheels, children.... and if Merle and Georgie don't manage to save me, one of you twelve readers be sure to throw me a lifeline...
.... the one ray of light on this beige-colored evening?... check this out.. ZZ hitting the high notes.... makes me wish I could dance, it does.... I'm sure Yabu will be down with it... that boy probably has the Mexican Blackbird's autograph...
.. quote of the day?.... "let's drive that ole Chrysler to Mexico, boys"...
.. word, rubberneckers... word... sometimes we all need to make a dash for the border.... figuratively, of course.. only figuratively...
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today was a great day for you..I can hear it....
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armywifetoddlermom on November 14, 2005 10:14 PM
Down...is an understatement!!!!
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Yabu on November 14, 2005 10:32 PM
Come on down. We'll hit the Corona Club in Acuna.
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Dash on November 14, 2005 11:14 PM
Kick ass tune, bro... one of my favorite ZZ tunes.
Sorry I missed ya earlier... going through some weird funk my own personal self...
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That 1 Guy on November 15, 2005 01:51 AM
Man, that tune's caught a groove that grabs you by the guts and won't let go, and the slide guitar is just plain sweet. Damn!
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Jim - PRS on November 15, 2005 04:29 AM
Might as well curl up with a little "Border Music", a fire and a beverage and music of choice.
Funks are good sometimes. Kind of like visiting your crazy aunt- you always dread it, but it ends up being very insightful.
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Marty on November 15, 2005 08:17 AM
The only run for the border I do is when I'm heading to Taco Bell...
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Contagion on November 15, 2005 10:33 AM
To get lost in sweet sounds dreaming of paradise's waiting . . .
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Oddybobo on November 15, 2005 10:47 AM
« Shut the hell up!
..after eating a turkey sandwich....
... it began raining sometime last night... the steady kind of rain that November brings... chilled and soaked, the leaves that fell days ago now lie black and flat.... the crispness they once enjoyed has faded fast... no longer will they be tossed by the stirring air.... their bright colors too, changed by the falling rain, have given way to the dull earthen-color of Winter...
... the World is settling... the blanket of fallen leaves piles like a quilt around the trees and bushes... holding them fast and preparing them for snows to come...
... the smell, too... decaying sweetness instigated by the downpour.. pine cones, acorns, and leaves join together to create the scene...
... some say it is the dead time... but I don't believe that... it is only time for sleep...
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Well said. Very well said. :)
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Richmond on November 14, 2005 03:04 PM
What Richmond said... and I really like the title. ;-)
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Bou on November 14, 2005 05:33 PM
.. thank you, ladies.. it was a pretty good sandwich...
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Eric on November 14, 2005 06:32 PM
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The Crew...
... Mr. Montana has done it again.... the man is a friggin genius.... but casting me as Nice Guy Eddie is bullshit... that Penn guy just pisses me off... that whole "quit pointing your gun at my DADDY" thing... what's up with a grown man saying "Daddy"... use Dad or Father... Hell, even "Pop" or "Pa" is better than screaming "DADDY" like a little squealing girlie-man...
... oh, and by the way, Dax.. payback is on the way...
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Sean Penn is gay as hell. See Velociman's recent list,
;-)
Hell raised by
Sadie on November 13, 2005 01:25 PM
.. indeed.. much better to be Mr. Orange...
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Eric on November 13, 2005 01:34 PM
Oh I read this before I went over to Dax's. That was Chris Penn, right?
He's pretty gay too. Mister Orange rocks.
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Sadie on November 13, 2005 04:09 PM
Ya'll are so funny!! The things you do to each other...
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Kelly on November 14, 2005 07:02 AM
« Shut the hell up!
Saturday...
.... Today's task at hand is an adventure in the kitchen... boldly going, people, boldly going.... see, down in the ethnic food desert that I live in, the culinary cutting-edge is bad Mexican or over-cooked Italian... and since I woke up this morning with a hunger for Tikka, I'm on a mission...
... I'm thinking chicken tikka... but, man, I'd kill for some lamb... problem is that all the rough and tough citizens of this county view lambs as pets.... or just something to decorate a field with... instead of the juicy little critters they are... a little mint sauce, some boiled potatoes, and a nice hunk of tender lamb... these yokels don't know what they're missing....
... but I digress... no lamb for me... I'm forced to whip up my Indian with yardbird instead...
... and to add an extra level of fun to my barren existence, I'll be attempting the first ever creation of unleavened bread in my humble home... a garlic and cheese nan bread... if it all works out, today should totally rock...
.... oh, and I'll be drinking lots of beer too... don't forget the beer..
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Yer gonna make naan? The onion ones are my fav. Also partial to anything madras, and don't spare the hot chiles. Good luck, chief. Hope you fair better than I did with this morning's excursion.
Yep.....skunked again.
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bitterman on November 12, 2005 02:06 PM
I am soooo envious of your ability to even prepare your self a great meal. No its not the skills you posess it is the availabilty of ingredients. Around where I live it is almost impossible to find ethnic foods,actually if you can find soft tacos it is a miracle. Well enjoy the fixens !!!
Hell raised by
Arrathorn on November 12, 2005 02:21 PM
I reckon with enough beer even yardbird can be choked down
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GUYK on November 12, 2005 03:13 PM
I've never had Lamb. It's one of those meats I'd like to try, and at least this one is legal.
As for the rest... Indian food.. BLECH! I'd rather eat a shoe in-liner.
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Contagion on November 12, 2005 03:30 PM
I can be there in 9 hours......if traffic is nice.....
don't bother with Indian Beer rather skunky tasting
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armywifetoddlermom on November 12, 2005 04:38 PM
AWTM - can you run by the airport and pick me up on the way?
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Princess Cat on November 12, 2005 06:43 PM
Sounds yummmy. We're just having plain old fashioned chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, cream gravy and green beans. I'd like to see you post your recipes, though.
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catzmeow on November 12, 2005 08:49 PM
you got me thinkin about CoCo's... turns out I go to Japan and develope a taste for Cury... the Naan bread is the best part... to bad they don't have CoCo's in the states... before to long I'm gonna have to learn how to cook that stuff myself...
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oakleytexas on November 13, 2005 07:39 AM
You know, you can't throw a stick around here without hitting a three Mexican restaurants...you'd think one of them would manage to rise above mediocrity....
Me? I'm all about the Vindaloo.
Now, if only I could talk my digestive tract into that same notion....
Hell raised by
Tommy on November 13, 2005 01:25 PM
Fresh young lamb??? I know a place near here that probably wouldn't miss one...heh.
Delivered live to your door. Have your K-Bar handy, you'll have to slaughter it yourself. I don't dress lamb.
Pay, you ask??? Just invite me to dinner, and make sure it's cooked to pink perfection. Don't overcook it!
To Arrathorn: Sorry you can't find things in your area...down here in the mountains we can find most any ethnic product we want. If not, we can order it.
We ain't all about hogs, coons and 'possums, although a nice pig is wonderful, turning on a spit abve a hickory slow fire, as is one baking all day in a firepit.
The South ain't what people from other regions think it is, really never has been that.
We love our food, and seek it wherever good food is found, no matter the country of origen.
Hell raised by
Wayne on November 13, 2005 02:26 PM
Is it a quibble to point out that naan is indeed leavened?
No matter. Anyone who gets an Indian Food Jones from time to time is on my Eatin' Buddies list...lamb vindaloo...rogan josh...chicken tikka masala...it's all good. When you and Fiona find yourselves down Atlanta way, you are on notice that you shall be fed...the aformentioned goodies may be washed down with a good-quality IPA (that's India Pale Ale, not isopropanol)...or Lagavulin...
Hell raised by
Elisson on November 14, 2005 11:01 AM
.. I stand corrected, Elisson... the bread was a trainwreck anyway.. it didn't want to leaven...
Hell raised by
Eric on November 14, 2005 06:57 PM
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Smells...
... a familiar ritual was endured last week... one that I have put up with for going on 12 years... one that fills me with a deep sense of dread.. but one that I must submit to without a whimper... and one that I truly don't understand.... The Buying of the Cologne...
... see, with most things, I am given a free rein and a wide berth... clothes?.. simple and basic... shoes?.. functional and plain... haircut?... short and tight.... but when it comes to how I smell, my free-will gets bulldozed and I am at the mercy of the missus....
... what's up with that?.. the smell of "soap" not good enough?...
... I just don't get it.. I mean, I don't care whether my squeeze smells of daisies or hints of spices... there is no flip-of-the-switch smell that pushes me over the edge or kick-starts my passions.. when I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood...
... just stepped out of the shower?.. bitchin, baby... I'm in the mood... just finished weeding the flower bed in mid-July?.. hot damn, girl... I'm in the mood... it's as easy as that...
... if you ask me, men's cologne is just plain tedious..
... anyway, I'm off to the shop to buy myself a Veteran's Day present.. maybe a gun... maybe a guitar... maybe a new computer... we'll see....
... oh, and just in case y'all were wondering about the stench she decided on this month... it's Armani's Black Code... bloody Hell... fresh lemon and bergamot, indeed...
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Not that I would ever let Old Sarge know that I know, but after countless Christmases, Father's Days and birthdays, it seems that he developed a very severe "allergy" to all things smelly; in other words, the dozens of bottles of Drakkar, Old Spice and Stetson colognes that he had been given had to go away, and the chilluns were asked to buy ties or whatnot.
Coincidently, he has no problem whatsoever if I am wearing cologne. Maybe you could acquire the same allergy?
Hell raised by
Marty on November 11, 2005 01:45 PM
Ah, there's nothing like the smell of Stinkum in the morning...
Hell raised by
Elisson on November 11, 2005 01:48 PM
I just wanna know more 'bout that Veteran's Day present!
Hell raised by
John of Argghhh! on November 11, 2005 02:30 PM
Eric, I have seen your shoes, and they are gorgeous. "Plain"....no nice try...
Hell raised by
armywifetoddlermom on November 11, 2005 04:35 PM
I like the smell of Dial soap, fresh and clean and the shit doesn't get into your mouth, Cat
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Catfish on November 11, 2005 04:39 PM
I'm not one for smelly-pretties either. BUT, I once read in a Men's Health that (in a scientific test, of course) women liked the smell of Lever 2000 on a man the best, and being the complete sucker for any advice like that... it's the only soap I use now.
Hell raised by
RSM on November 11, 2005 08:54 PM
I have soooo much to say here, however, I simply cannot. RSM, Cat, damn man, the possibilties are endless. I suppose that today, and today only, I have developed an alergy to "totally" stupid comments on Eric's blog... I shall go pester Velociman now.
Hell raised by
RedNeck on November 11, 2005 09:28 PM
Make that "allergy to POSTING totaly stupid comments" ... except for this one.
Hell raised by
RedNeck on November 11, 2005 09:30 PM
Sorry sugar, I have to agree with your lovely wife on this one.
Cool Water colone just sends me waaaaaaaaayyy over the edge. To me there is nothing sexier than a man that wears colone. Well, if he's in a kilt AND wearing colone......*shuddering with delight*
Hell raised by
Maeve on November 12, 2005 12:07 AM
Working with mostly females, a good cologne is invaluable. Not only does it seem to make females more friendly, and not just in the flirtatious way, but also in the make your life easier kind of way.
Plus the wife likes it. When the wife is happy, then she makes me happy. Her favorites are Drakkar and Obsession for Men... which seems to be a hit with all the ladies.
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Contagion on November 12, 2005 01:42 PM
No offense, guys. Men's cologne is GROSS. Nothing smells better on a guy than soap, shampoo, deodorant, and clean clothes that smell like laundry detergent.
Men should smell like MEN, goddamnit, not like (as my long-departed great uncle used to say):
"midnight in the stockyards."
;)
Hell raised by
catzmeow on November 12, 2005 03:13 PM
Polo makes me wanna rape the man.
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livey on November 12, 2005 03:57 PM
Drakkar and Declaration by Cartier is good on men. Personally, I don't ever want sugary, flowery scents on myself.
Every time I borrow a "men's" deodorant, I get comments from men even strangers what is the perfume you are wearing. Funny, cause I am not but I will get more comments from men, when I borrow a deodorant for men then when I chose to wear my Chanel Coco Mademoiselle Perfume, or Roberto Cavalli.
Hell raised by
NotME on November 13, 2005 09:10 AM
i like men's cologne so much i end up wearing it when it is in the house ...whereas s prefers the smell of "soap" or just plain "man."
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justrose on November 13, 2005 04:59 PM
scent is the strongest, most intense and primal arouser. yes a man's natural scent is nice... but certain colognes are surefire triggers or shortcuts to women being "in the mood". I say wear it with a smile!
Hell raised by
michele on November 15, 2005 09:42 PM
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To Peace...
... I got a call yesterday from my Cousin... he and his wife had road-tripped down to Parris Island to catch a graduation and he was standing on the edge of the parade deck in front of 1st BN's HQ describing the scene for me.... they didn't know anyone who was graduating... they just knew that those Men were new Marines... Marines likely to be sent into combat in the coming months....
.... during the call, he said that he just felt he should there on Nov 10th and 11th.... he's an old Khe Sanh siege warhorse.. and from his position as a combat vet, knowing what is in store for many of those new brothers was a deeply moving moment... he makes that trip almost every year....
.... with that said, Happy Veteran's Day, vets... and to all the men and women who have worn the uniform, the people of the United States and I owe you a debt of gratitude that can never be fully paid...
... below is an excerpt from a poem hosted by Army Wife... it's one I hadn't seen before and I like it... read the whole thing here...
"A curious boy asks an old soldier
Sitting in front of the grocery store,
"How did you lose your leg?"
And the old soldier is struck with silence,
Or his mind flies away
Because he cannot concentrate it on Gettysburg.
It comes back jocosely
And he says, "A bear bit it off."
And the boy wonders, while the old soldier
Dumbly, feebly lives over
The flashes of guns, the thunder of cannon,
The shrieks of the slain,
And himself lying on the ground,
And the hospital surgeons, the knives,
And the long days in bed.
But if he could describe it all
He would be an artist.
But if he were an artist there would be deeper wounds
Which he could not describe."
.. to all our vets, thank you...
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no Eric... thank you for doing your service to this great country... its greatly appreciated.
Hell raised by
Turf on November 11, 2005 10:26 AM
This was such a great poem, I could not help but post it on today, oh and thank you for your service Eric.,...
now where is the "Service" today...
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armywifetoddlermom on November 11, 2005 10:26 AM
Eric --
Good pome. Sometimes I think that maybe you're not from Egypt,Maine after all. Semper fi.
Bob
Hell raised by
Bob Baird on November 11, 2005 10:27 AM
Happy Veteran's Day my friend.
Hell raised by
oddybobo on November 11, 2005 10:47 AM
Happy Veteran's Day. And thank you. :)
Hell raised by
Richmond on November 11, 2005 04:18 PM
Thank you Eric!
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Teresa on November 11, 2005 08:19 PM
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Still there...
... still on that cusp, people... in, out, in, out... sheesh... go and Vote, please... I don't mind losing or winning... but losing or winning by one stinking vote just wrankles me...
.. remember.. nobody likes a hanging chad.... and voting ends in two hours...
Update: Damn.. sorry.... it don't end till 23:59.... have at it, rubberneckers.. have at it....
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Okay. Done.
Hope you know that when I get nominated for...
Well, anything...you owe me a vote!
Hell raised by
Key on November 10, 2005 08:10 PM
.. you got it, sister..
Hell raised by
Eric on November 10, 2005 08:33 PM
Well damn I was just going to put a post asking everyone to go vote for you. Then I click over here and find out voting ends in 2 hours, which is probably over already.
Hell raised by
livey on November 10, 2005 08:51 PM
Well, man, i put you just below baldilocks.
Hell raised by
tommy on November 10, 2005 09:55 PM
You got 2 out of my 3 votes... Hope we get you off the cusp!
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Richmond on November 10, 2005 10:13 PM
I have to admit..., I didn't vote this year. The truth is I just didn't like anything I was hearing.., may not be a great excuse but it's mine. Anyhow I used to visit your page when I still had my old blogs (Mind Warp, Max's Mind Warp, etc.) Here's my new blog: ,a href="http://snottydog.blogspot.com/">Snotty Dog's Bugger Blog
Hell raised by
Snotty Dog on November 11, 2005 01:16 AM
WTF? I went over there around 10 or so last night and couldn't get in to vote. I figured it had closed...
Hell raised by
zonker on November 11, 2005 08:31 AM
How did Richmond get 3 votes? I could only vote once.
Hell raised by
livey on November 11, 2005 10:20 AM
3 different computers, Livey. :)
Hell raised by
Richmond on November 11, 2005 01:44 PM
Well, you got my vote, for what it's worth...
Hell raised by
Elisson on November 11, 2005 01:49 PM
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230 years....
.... last year while us USMC vets were celebrating the Birth of our Corps, many of our active duty brothers and sisters were storming the streets of Fallujah... this year too, finds them in harms way doing what Marines do... in Afghanistan and Iraq.. Malaysia and the Horn of Africa... at hundreds of United States Embassies around the world... afloat with MEUs or flying high with a MAW... in garrison at Lejeune, 29 Palms, or Okinawa... or training throughout the World... they are standing tall....
... this is always a strange week for me... with the Birthday of the Corps and Veteran's Day... every year I get blasted with the double-barrel of military service... an overwhelming pride and true sadness at the same time.... this year is no different...
... so Happy 230th Birthday, Marines.... two years ago I wrote this on my blog... and not much has changed since 1775.. well, except for the buttock pinching...
... 228 years ago today, like minded men got together in a bar in Philadelphia. The name of the joint was Tun Tavern, and the year was 1775. After much drinking, political conversation, pinching of the serving wench's buttocks, and a few bar brawls, the gentlemen present created the Marine Corps..
....and Marines around the world continue to follow in the sterling footsteps of their forbearers...
... so with that, thank you, Marines... thank you for doing what you do - and doing it so well...
... I'll cook dinner tonight just as I always do on November 10th... grilled steak and potatoes, just like always.... and just as always, my Wife will have forgotten that today is my birthday.. and then, as she puts the dressing on her salad, she will notice that the table is set for three instead of two... and she'll suddenly realize what today is... we'll talk about Warnick and Lomosad, Lou, Nico, and Miles and the rest of the crazy jarheads she met through me... and then we'll raise a toast.
... Semper Fi, my mates... may there be a Marine Corps for another 230 years!..
.. and today is the day to truly throw your money at Valour-IT... the Army and Navy have met their targets, but we have not... we may be "The Few".. but we're "The Proud" too...
Others celebrating:
A Swift Kick
Wild Thing
Holly Aho
Drunken Wisdom
Tammi's World
Doc Russia
Barbette
Laughing Wolf
Telebush
Flightpundit
Blackfive
Donald Sensing
Michelle Malkin
Right Equals Might
Brother Bob Baird
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Happy Birthday, Eric!
OoRah!
Hell raised by
Barb on November 10, 2005 09:19 AM
Happy Birtday Bro... last year I got to watch everything while being in boot... this year is my first true birthday...and to think all my friends back home thought I was just 21...
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oakleytexas on November 10, 2005 09:33 AM
Happy Birthday my Friend! Wishing you many happy and healthy more!!
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Laughing Wolf on November 10, 2005 10:34 AM
Happy Birthday Eric. Enjoy the steak man. I'll be thinking about you while I am slurping down my pinto beans and cornbread.
Hell raised by
GUYK on November 10, 2005 10:58 AM
Happy Birthday, Brother!
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That 1 Guy on November 10, 2005 11:18 AM
A very happy birthday to you!
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Richmond on November 10, 2005 11:23 AM
Happy Birthday to all of our brothers and sisters in the United States Marine Corps!!
Hell raised by
MCPO Airdale on November 10, 2005 11:39 AM
Happy Birthday Brother
Semoer Fi,
Hell raised by
Michael on November 10, 2005 01:42 PM
Have a fabulous birthday....we are glad you squalled screaming into the world however many years ago today. Did you get spanked on the butt then too?
Hell raised by
Sine.Qua.Non on November 10, 2005 02:46 PM
Happy Birthday, Eric.
Hell raised by
Bou on November 10, 2005 03:33 PM
Happy Birthday, and thank you.
Hell raised by
armywifetoddlermom on November 10, 2005 03:58 PM
Hey, some of those beers better have been hoisted in my direction, cuz they mighty hard to come by in Iraqistan!
Semper Fi!
Hell raised by
Mike the Marine on November 10, 2005 06:01 PM
happy birthday sweetie
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k on November 10, 2005 06:15 PM
Happy Birthday, sir. Was thinking about you today at the cake-cutting this morning.
Hell raised by
RSM on November 10, 2005 06:17 PM
Happy Birthday, SWG! And thank you.
Hell raised by
MaryAnn on November 10, 2005 06:35 PM
Eric: Check out this link on The Marine Corp
Happy B'Day, my friend!
Hell raised by
Madfish Willie on November 10, 2005 06:53 PM
Semper Fi.
Happy Birthday.
Hell raised by
the Humble Devildog on November 10, 2005 07:05 PM
Happy double birthday, bro. Rock on.
Hell raised by
catzmeow on November 10, 2005 09:54 PM
Happy Birthday to the Corps and Eric.
I've been out for 15 of those years. Wow.
Hell raised by
Steve on November 11, 2005 12:07 AM
Happy burfday dude. Don't drink outta the mug-jug!
Hell raised by
Ironnerd on November 11, 2005 12:45 AM
*raises glass*
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Harvey on November 12, 2005 12:27 PM
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The Cusp...
... you know, I just hate to be on the cusp... either count me in or count me out.... that said, I be hanging like a Florida Chad right now over at Aaron's crib... so if you haven't voted, get your tails over there.... VOTE, people... not necessarily for me.. but VOTE... as it stands now, I be 16th... and hey, I'm no poker player, but something tells me that there ain't 16 friggin Clubs in a deck of cards... so, either push me ahead, or take one of the ones above me and shove them up... cusps suck...
.. thank you for your support...
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I just wanted to wish you Happy 230th Birthday Marine. Thank you for servig our country and thank you for helping to make it the land of the Free.
Hell raised by
Wild Thing on November 10, 2005 01:17 AM
I already voted for you and it won't let me vote again :(
Hell raised by
livey on November 10, 2005 09:37 AM
dun voted fer ye. please eggspeck a call on saturdy whenever we git down to knoxvull. me n miz bd has a cuple thangs fer ye!
Hell raised by
buddy don on November 11, 2005 06:22 AM
Yep, I voted for ye as well.
It was a tossup between you and Matt, and I figured Matt had enough support as it is :)
Hell raised by
Graumagus on November 12, 2005 01:31 PM
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Hot...
... I've said many time that autumn is my favorite time of year... leaves bursting with color.. trees preparing to sleep through the cold winter... college football... my birthday... Halloween... hunting season.... frosty mornings....
.. well, this has to be the worst Autumn in recorded history... everybody and their Grandma has laid the beatdown on the University of Tennessee... the damn leaves peaked for three days and then a vagrant windstorm came through and dropped them all... the land I normally hunt on has been leased to a Yankee... and I walked outside today to sweep the damned fallen leaves off the deck and it was 75 degrees!... at 10AM!... it was so hot that I had to take my fleece off... and I've waited ALL YEAR to put that bastard on... I love fleeces....
... seriously, no shit... it's almost the middle of November, and it's 80 degrees by noon.... that's insane...
... I want autumn back, dammit...
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You can have mine... I'm not such a fan
Hell raised by
Princess Cat on November 9, 2005 05:23 PM
I love it too! Thankfully I can boast 55-65 degree days and cool nights. But sadly most of our leaves are gone too, nasty windstorms!
Hell raised by
oddybobo on November 9, 2005 05:55 PM
I have it on good authority ( My Uncle Billy Joe and he don't lie about nuthin although he might stretch a fish a few inches ) that it is all a plot by the dim-a-crits so they can get some treaty they want signed.
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GUYK on November 9, 2005 06:47 PM
It's a little cooler down here in my mountain home... and no windstorms so a lot of leaves are still on the trees. Maybe you should come on down and sweep my deck. You'll feel better.
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RSM on November 9, 2005 08:13 PM
Yep, it's "fall" up here. 70's today, tornado's and severe winds last night. High 40's, low 50's tomorrow. Leaves all over the ground, the color has migrated from top to bottom.
I like these kind's of falls. I think you might want to hook up with RSM and... don't forget to bring your fleece man.
Hell raised by
RedNeck on November 9, 2005 08:50 PM
My apartment building converts from a/c to heat after four consecutive days of 60 degree weather. Such a stupid, stupid rule.
So now I've got my windows open, two fans whirring on high and my apartment is still oven hot.
It doesn't feel like autumn.... it feels like late spring.
Hell raised by
Mala on November 9, 2005 10:07 PM
it's snowing here, you suck. (I mean that in a nice way too ya know) ;)
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livey on November 9, 2005 10:23 PM
Hahaha... dontcha tell Rube... His mom called yesterday and told him about their honeymoon weater... I mean it's about 30 degrees here... But did you ever have the pleasure to taste Glühwein? Aah... christmas time's coming...
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Ann on November 10, 2005 04:21 AM
Glühwein... yummy. While I was freezing my butt off outside in Germany... doesn't taste so good in Florida.
If it makes you feel any better the high today is suppose to be 82. Trust me, it will be hotter.
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vw bug on November 10, 2005 07:20 AM
Fall is my absolute favorite season. All the best stuff happens in the fall for me. Including a drop in temp. Same thing up here tho, the temp has been in the 70's... we should be in the upper 50's at the most.
finally this morning it was 30 degress when I left for work... about time!
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Contagion on November 10, 2005 08:31 AM
yep, the hunters were more confused than the deer hunting in the heat last weekend. cold front blew through last night, so it's finally down to the mid 60s in texas...course the sun isn't out yet..
Hell raised by
shoe on November 10, 2005 08:52 AM
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Bad Luck...
... this would really, really suck.... and on his birthday, even... as if getting run over by a truck ain't bad enough by itself...
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When The Big Guy wants you to hang up your jock, He doesn't take "no" for an answer.
Hell raised by
Elisson on November 9, 2005 07:30 PM
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Homeward bound....
... back in June of 2004, I posted my Cousin's take on the mobilization of our local National Guard unit - the 278th Armored Cavalry Regiment - as it began the trip down for training in Mississippi.... if you haven't read it, you probably should... he's a big, big man... and watching those men and women set off into the unknown broke him down....
... the post itself became a message board of sorts... wives, brothers, and sweethearts leaving messages to their servicemen in the comments... and of all the crazy comments left on this blog in the past two+ years, those are some of the most touching I have ever read.... and some of the most meaningful...
.... in November of last year, those wonderful troops - our brothers, sisters, teachers, neighbors, and friends - were sent to service in northeastern Iraq... all of them sacrificed on our behalf... and ten of them gave their lives..
... today, the first group arrived back into the welcoming arms of family and friends... in small towns and big towns across the state... Knoxville, Lafayette, Etowah, Nashville... Monteagle, Gordonsville, and Jellico...
... more will be arriving over the next few weeks... and all of our citizen soldiers should be back in these glorious, Autumn-decorated hills in time for Thanksgiving dinner...
... a Thanksgiving, indeed...
... you men and women of the 278th have made a difference in the lives of countless people... and we, your neighbors, are glad you're back...
... welcome home, 278th... welcome home...
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When I was in Tennessee, I noticed many, many signs welcoming this unit home. Just one more thing to like about the South.
Hell raised by
Jim - PRS on November 8, 2005 07:51 PM
*raises glass to 278th*
Hell raised by
Harvey on November 8, 2005 09:51 PM
That's great news, Eric!
*clinks glass with Harvey's*
Hell raised by
Barb on November 8, 2005 10:11 PM
*raising a glass, happy they are honored for who they are, and looking forward to when my kids finally get back next year*
Hell raised by
RSM on November 8, 2005 11:04 PM
I too noticed the many signs that were in yards, and staked out clear in the country....we are all proud of them...
and Thanks for giving indeed....
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armywifetoddlermom on November 9, 2005 12:29 AM
Welcome home! Thanks for everything.
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Contagion on November 9, 2005 08:54 AM
It was truly great to see the communities pulled together so tightly for the 278th while we were down that way.
Welcome back, and thanks!
Hell raised by
That 1 Guy on November 9, 2005 11:19 AM
I have the honor of attending the Homecoming parade for the 1644th this Saturday in Thonpson, IL, the watermelon capitol of the world. (I'm sure you've heard of it) Sure feels good when we get our kids home!
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Marty on November 9, 2005 03:15 PM
Not only did I notice the signs, but I do believe your buddy Jason had one in his yard, if memory serves me correctly. The white home whose driveway we turned around in when we bypassed the field. ;-)
Should any of them read this... Welcome Home!
Hell raised by
Bou on November 9, 2005 04:51 PM
Cheers to the 278th!
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Princess Cat on November 9, 2005 05:24 PM
Yea Cuz it was a great afternoon Tuesday when V.J. arrived. He rode home with one of his superiors of sorts and didn't ride the bus. Good thing because the bus broke down and put the rest of the guys a couple hours behind. He said coming out of Cleveland they picked up a TN STATE DRAWL DROOPER escort all the way home...... 100+, lights, and sirens all the way. There was a ton of peolple there to welcome them home. Once he got home he was a nervous wreck all of us slugs standing there with signs, ballons, and hollering. He said ya'll all looking at me I am embarrassed don't know what to say except thanks. Of course one at a time we all got him by hisself and said no thank you and all your friends and the friend you lost while there. It was emotional again. But hey WELCOME HOME 278th and THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
Hell raised by
Big Daddy C on November 10, 2005 07:54 AM
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Toe troubles....
... I think I had a stroke or something a few days ago
... isn't one of the symptoms of having a stroke that some piece of you goes numb?... I woke up Monday morning and nearly fell when I tried to get out of bed... see, the left side of my right big toe was numb... I ended up lurching around like a Village of the Damned extra till late afternoon when I finally figured out how to walk with a half-numb big toe... and it's been that way ever since... no, not the lurching, the numbness...
... so, what is/was it?... stroke?... blood clot?... flesh-eating virus?... signs of a midnight abduction by alien foot fetishists?...
... I don't know, but it sure is weird.... I've never had random body parts just go on strike like this before... and of all the parts that I have offended over the years (and that have a legitimate reason to form a picket line), why the lowly toe?... it's not like I go around kicking the Hell out of stuff... for the most part, I leave the bastard alone...
.. I'd have expected this crap from my liver or kidneys... but never from a comfortable, well-socked toe... I always thought he was happy...
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It's those little pink fuzzy wuzzy bunny wabbit slippers you've been wearin' the last few nights before beddyby time when you put on the smokin' jacket and play "Heff'". They must be cuttin' off circulation. Ditch 'em, and go back to boots. Ciruclation should return accordingly. ;)
Hell raised by
RedNeck on November 8, 2005 07:33 PM
.. I knew I shouldn't have shown you the blogroom...
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Eric on November 8, 2005 07:36 PM
It's one of your shoes. Had the same problem in the Army.
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Jim - PRS on November 8, 2005 07:53 PM
A toe-sucking succubus! Gotta be!
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Indigo on November 8, 2005 09:59 PM
Okay, half of a toe is weird! Some nights the pinky and ring finger of my hands (either one) go numb while I sleep, due to pressure on the elbow. But they wake up again after 20-30 minutes - and the whole finger goes numb.
Half a toe ... that's just strange! Since it didn't clear quickly - I'd be worried about damage in your back, dude.
Hell raised by
Barb on November 8, 2005 10:16 PM
Probably early signs of infection by the Bubonic strain of the Ebola Asian Bird Flu Hanta-virus. Put some Bactine on it.
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RSM on November 8, 2005 11:08 PM
could be the start of sciaticka, tho i hope not. i had a case that started out thataway n led to three back surgries. ifn ye start gittin pain down yer leg, ye orta git to yer docter.
but i lack indigo's idee that its a toe-suckin succubus better!
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buddy don on November 9, 2005 07:59 AM
Shoe or boot. Something is pinching/crushing where it should not. Had something similar happen a while back, and it took weeks/months to get the feeling back after ditching the boots in question.
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Laughing Wolf on November 9, 2005 08:54 AM
Pinched nerve is the most likely candidate. However, the same symptom can be cause by diabetes. *ducks thrown objects*
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Contagion on November 9, 2005 08:57 AM
I was thinking maybe you were getting your period . . . guys get them too don't they? *looking around sheepishly*
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oddybobo on November 9, 2005 09:22 AM
Leprosy makes you go numb. Been sneezed on by a leper?
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Chai-rista on November 9, 2005 09:33 AM
.. you guys are just too damn helpful...
... anyone know if there is a do-it-at-home self-test for leprosy?...
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Eric on November 9, 2005 09:45 AM
Yeah, if you can dip a corn chip in your toe, there's a pretty decent chance you got the leprosy bug...
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That 1 Guy on November 9, 2005 11:16 AM
I'm thinkin' that amputation is in order. Brad can do it for you. He seems to be pretty handy with that knife. And if it doesn't work, he can always super glue it back on. Heh!
(In all seriousness, it does sound like a shoe. I had a pair of running shoes do that to me. Check your soles and make sure they aren't worn funky, if you aren't sportin' new shoes.)
Hell raised by
Bou on November 9, 2005 04:54 PM
UH. You're kidding about the serious illness thing, right?
Likely, you slept funny...funnier than usual.
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sadie on November 9, 2005 07:58 PM
Strokes usually affect half your body, TIA (mini strokes) usually will affect just the side of your face, or one arm and/or leg. But I have never heard of one affecting just half of a toe. I think you're safe.
Hell raised by
livey on November 9, 2005 10:32 PM
Give this article a read...
http://www.podiatrynetwork.com/subject_detail.cfm?id=544
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jess on December 10, 2005 11:56 AM
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... here's a question for you dazzling urbanites... how would you guys like to see my ugly mug on a deck of cards?... heh, probably not many, but still, our daring Sadie has seen fit to nominate me... mercy sakes, girl... blogger immortality, that's what it is... well, kinda.... so thank you, dear.... I owe you one..
... hey, it looks like three poor souls have already voted for me... now that's interesting... Hell, I didn't even vote for me...
... you gotta hand it to Aaron, though... it is a pretty nifty idea...
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Go vote for yourself, silly.
Besides, you're Straight White Guy. If Boi From Troi gets a card, we need some hetero representation.
;-)
Hell raised by
sadie on November 8, 2005 02:54 PM
Will you be posing nekkid?
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Maeve on November 8, 2005 04:44 PM
I voted for ya bro! Good Luck
LOL Maeve
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livey on November 8, 2005 05:06 PM
I'd vote for you, but I already voted for Blackfive (before you where nominated) and I can't vote twice... well I could, I do live outside Chicago, and if Chicago politics have taught me anything. Vote early, vote often.
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Contagion on November 9, 2005 08:59 AM
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Stilton...
... I love cheese... at any given moment, there are at least 10 different kinds in the fridge.. edam, brie, three different cheddars, parmesan and Romano... even some wild and woolly blue cheese.... well, last night I cooked up a pot of homemade macaroni and cheese that would curl your hair... in a good way, of course.... it was just that good.... I even ceremonially raised a bowl towards the west in honor of LeeAnn.... she would have been so proud...
... now, a better man than I would actually use this post to provide a recipe for my heavenly concoction... psyche.... I am not that "better man"... besides, Boudicca's gallstone would probably hitch a ride up to Tennessee and kick my ass for taunting it with such mouth-watering verbiage...
... so, no recipe for you people.... however, I do enjoy the notion of squealing on some "secret ingredients"... every cook has them... and while they do put the icing on the proverbial cake, they are not the backbone of the recipe... which means, of course, that they can be un-secreted at leisure... mine?... gaze upon my ingredients, ye mighty, and despair...
.. grated Romano - two cups...
... extra-crumbly Blue Stilton - one cup...
.. Gulden's spicy mustard - two tablespoons...
... of course I used a lot more cheese than what I listed... the normal everyday stuff... some sharp cheddar... some Velveeta... just a wee bit of mozzarella... and garlic, black pepper, and salt....
... seriously... I'm telling you... the secret ingredients made the meal...
... besides, one often cannot find uses for ripe stilton.. and it ends up lounging in the back of the icebox relaxing until it gains self-awareness... eventually escaping off into the woods to frolic with the other escaped cheeses....
... but I digress.... all that old cheese you have cluttering the fridge?... experiment, people.. boil up a big pot of noodles and throw some cheese at it... it's a good way to spend an afternoon... especially when you have red wine...
Update: for the Bitterman (who knows his cheese), a link to some awesome local produce... Sweetwater Valley Farms... I highly recommend their "Buttermilk" cheddar.. one of the sharpest I've ever had...
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I, too, love stilton. However, I prefer the fruity versions. Stilton with cranberries is yummy!
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oddybobo on November 8, 2005 10:41 AM
.. I've had it soaked in Port too.. good stuff once you get past the smell...
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Eric on November 8, 2005 10:43 AM
GOOD, GAWD. I MISS CHEESE! GRRR. That is my big thing I hope clears up after this frickin' surgery.
That just sounds so good... I'm going to crave cheese the rest of the day. Hi. My name is Boudicca. I am a cheese addict.
I miss cheese!
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Bou on November 8, 2005 11:07 AM
Sounds like heaven. :)
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Richmond on November 8, 2005 11:34 AM
Stilton ranks right up there with the Magna Carta in the list of Great Contributions to Civilization by the English.
There is nothing like a nice healthy chunk of Stilton with a glass of good Port.
Cheezy Mac with Stilton and Romano? Sounds like you got somethin' there, brah...
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Elisson on November 8, 2005 11:36 AM
Now, Velveeta?...... THAT'S cheese. God god, man. It's got more fat and cholesterol per equal measure than red meat. Give me a stick of butter, a log of Velveeta, a cup or two of whole milk, two cups of bread crumbs, a bag of large elbow macaroni, and a 9x13 Corning, and I am good to go. Just like Opal used to make. The finest kind, indeed.
What in the hell was the name of that dairy up near you that made the kick ass cheese I sampled. I had the website somewhere but I lost it. I was planning to order some of that super sharp stuff (and maybe a little of the imported stuff, but don't spread that around) for the holidays. Assist a brotha, por favor, and put that up somewhere or email me. Gracias.
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bitterman on November 8, 2005 11:53 AM
Throw the parmesian away. You only need the Romano. That should clear up a lot of clutter! :)
Hell raised by
Kevin on November 8, 2005 11:54 AM
Locatelli... that is better than Romano and Parmesan. Ahhh... good memories. ;-)
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Bou on November 8, 2005 12:34 PM
Velvetta is not cheese... it's cheese food. It's what you feed real cheese to make it grow!
BTW the secret ingredient is always Whisky.
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Contagion on November 8, 2005 01:39 PM
For a sizable chunk of Cotswold (Double Gloucester w/ embedded chives), a few nibbles of something blue-green & moldy, and a pound and a half of horseradish cheddar, in return I could be persuaded to assassinate the foreign potentate of your choice.
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El Capitan on November 8, 2005 04:56 PM
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Attention, Marines....
... listen up, comrades... I have an announcement from the Mother Ship... Aho is down.. say again... Aho is DOWN.. now, this does not mean that we're having a hoedown.. nor does it mean that a woman of ill repute has fallen... I say again... Holly Aho's website is down... heh heh... sorry, Holly, I couldn't resist.... evidently all this extra traffic from brazzilions of donators has munched her server... but she's in the process of getting it fixed...
... so, while the Army and Navy are marching forward, our jarhead efforts are temporarily offline... but have no fear... if you haven't donated yet, head over to the Valour-IT main site and throw them some cash...
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Ouch. That sucks. That makes the competition not so fair.
I hope her server is up soon... even if I know y'all have something sneaky up your sleeves. ;-)
Hell raised by
Bou on November 7, 2005 10:33 PM
... November 10th, Boudicca... that'll be the day...
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Struggle...
... another beautiful morning here in southeastern Tennessee... birds at chirping... the sunlight is sifting through the flame-colored forest leaves... the hills are alive with the sound of music.. bacon is sizzling in the frying pan... France is in the throes of riots and banditry... etc, etc... ad infinitum...
... as for me, I'm out of here... time to switch off the tube and make some moves... but I'll begin my day of travels with a bounce in my step and a quote from a wise, wise man.... behold what Sir Winston Churchill once said....
.... "success is the ability to go from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm"...
... heh.. speaks volumes, that..
... so therefore, let us be enthusiastic... as insane as it sounds, it makes all the difference... and these days, well, it's just about all we've got...
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Yeah, you suck, Eric!!!
Just doing my part...
;-P
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Sadie on November 7, 2005 11:07 AM
.. thank you for your support...
Hell raised by
Eric on November 7, 2005 12:22 PM
That's why I adore Winston Churchill... and he knew what he was talking about too. *grin*
Hell raised by
Teresa on November 7, 2005 12:32 PM
Ah, to be enthusiastic about my failures. Damn, I'd be bouncin off walls man!
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oddybobo on November 7, 2005 01:41 PM
Ah, to be enthusiastic about my failures. Or to be successful at all! Hmm, seems I've got some work to do. . .
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oddybobo on November 7, 2005 01:42 PM
It's no coincidence that "enthusiasm" rhymes with "orgasm."
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Elisson on November 7, 2005 02:00 PM
I didn't know Churchill spoke on grad school...
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Princess Cat on November 7, 2005 04:29 PM
I call it my 'optimism to a retarded level'.
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Telebush on November 7, 2005 10:05 PM
This morning, during my walk, I was enjoying the nice weather and changing leaves, and I got to thinking that it is probably even nicer in southeast Tennessee. You're a winner on that score, bro.
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Jim - PRS on November 8, 2005 02:34 AM
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More on Barbarians...
... that's right, rubberneckers... not only is it "Barbarian Weekend" on The History Channel, but y'all are getting it here too... hey, what can I say, I'm bored... anyway, I was just reading that one in four humans on the face of the planet have a direct bloodline back to Genghis Khan... yeah, let that one sink in for a minute...
... done?.. good... now say it with me... "DAMN!.. now that is a legacy"...
... sure, sure... say what you will, but something tells me he was "conquering" more than huge tracts of land and the occasional uppity Sultan... then again, maybe he didn't conquer those darlings after all... Hell, for all we know, the damsels lined right up when they saw his armored camel come galloping over the horizon.... catch my drift?...
... see, even back then, the ladies got all weak-kneed over the badboys.. power, safety, money, a little bit of ruthlessness thrown in for good measure, and those furry dark-age knickers were getting dropped by the bushel load... and now look at us... clean-shaven.. reading glasses... high cholesterol... what a damn depressing lot we have become...
... it's always at these pleasant times of the afternoons when all the great mud puddles of life get slowly clearer through liberal use of Lagavulin.. sorry that you guys are having to bear witness... but still, Genghis Khan?... 1 in 4 people?... damn... and I hear tell that no one knows where he was laid to rest on the Steppes... easy way to find him?... walk across Mongolia reading a copy GQ Magazine aloud, and then listen for the vibrations of him spinning in his grave... yeah, talk about a civilization in decline...
... that said, I totally retract what I spouted in my previous post... I'm not a barbarian.. Hell, I'm not even a badboy... shit, I even have table manners... and apart from the occasional antics after too much Barley, I'm really a fluffy-bunny type guy... totally harmless... well, a fluffy-bunny type guy with lots of guns...
... but still... 1 in 4 people... that's just amazing... and even though I know it isn't true... I'd like to imagine old Genghis would at least enjoy sipping a fine Scotch with me on the deck before ransacking the house and barbecuing the cats...
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1 in 4?!?!??!?! Duuuuuude!!!!!!!
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blondage on November 6, 2005 06:52 PM
love this post ... read it out loud to my better half ... who said, "one in four? damn!" ... not TOO hard to believe, really, if historical romance novels are any indication ...
Hell raised by
justrose on November 6, 2005 07:15 PM
guns
grilling meat
not smelling of body odor
driving too fast
building fires
todays caveman?
Hell raised by
armywifetoddlermom on November 6, 2005 09:22 PM
AWTM- LOL! Does this sound familiar?
B5: Eric, you better slow down or AWTM is going to call you an asshole again.
LMAO! Ahh... good stuff. That just popped into my head.
1 in 4. Good Grief. I'm thinkin' I may be of the 3..., reading glasses and clean shaven and all.
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Bou on November 6, 2005 09:30 PM
Well, you are an AMBASSADOR after all... and a "fluffy bunny type" with lots of guns.... I imagine that Genghis would be plenty impressed -- especially once you brought out the scotch....
(And remember FBTs get more women -- Genghis would sure to be impressed with that!)
Hell raised by
Richmond on November 6, 2005 09:38 PM
amazing.. simply amazing.
oh, and loved the "fluffy-bunny type guy with lots of guns..."
; )
Hell raised by
amelie on November 7, 2005 03:06 AM
I'll bet that GK probably smelled like that armored camel. Just sayin'.
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Jim - PRS on November 7, 2005 05:53 AM
ROFL! Now I have to go back and read the opening scene in Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy...
Do you want to decorate your house with a battle axe over the door? When you get angry do you have visions of hairy horsemen riding in circles while burning villages? Then you too might be a decendant of Genghis Khan. *grin*
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Teresa on November 7, 2005 12:29 PM
Just imagine if ole Genghis had used a microwave and the recipes he could have passed down for cats.
But I will agree that one in four are direct decendents. Most of them are rioting in France and other parts of Europe right now.
Hell raised by
GUYK on November 7, 2005 01:57 PM
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I, Barbarian...
.. a while back, I poked some fun at those Cavemen of Geico fame... lightheartedly, I pointed out that the pouty one in the "Mango Salsa" episode looked a lot like John Malkovitch... well, you can imagine my surprise when I get an email from a friend of the cavemen telling me their real names... Jeff Daniel Phillips and Ben Weber...
.. Ladies and Gentlemen, the internet is one strange place...
... so, seeing as the chum I throw out here occasionally attracts the right fish, I thought I would offer a "thank you" to whatever nameless marketing executive came up with the Capital One "pillagers"
... seriously... those guys speak to me on so many levels.. of course, they don't make me want to switch all my credit cards over, but that is beside the point... as I watch those dispossessed barbarians, (like today as I was cleaning my Bushmaster) I smile deep down inside... those manky, unscrubbed Vikings are my Soul Brothers... truly... ready to pillage... armed to the teeth... and yet shoehorned into a society that is alien, civilized, and peaceful...
... remember Jimmy Buffett's "A Pirate Looks at Forty"?... it's the same general idea except with Battle Axes....
... so thank you, Nameless Marketing Executive Who Invented The Capital One Pillagers, however inadvertently, you give me hope... not in humanity, of course... but instead that it is alright for some of us to keep our swords sheathed...
Update:... a happy birthday to fellow Barbarian, the Bitterman...
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"manky" ?
Wow... you got me on that one. A new word today. I stand humbled in your grammatolatry.
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RSM on November 6, 2005 02:38 PM
I've often wondered about the Einstein who came up with the pillagers. Of course that's what Capitol One DOES, but sheesh. Looks like nekkid women or something would work much better ;)
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poopie on November 6, 2005 03:35 PM
I love the Barbarian commercials... They are absolutely hilarious. "Ivan the terrible just hasn't been the same" (Shows big burly barbarian driving a kiddie train) Bwahahahaha.
Hell raised by
Contagion on November 7, 2005 09:11 AM
My favorite is the barbarian who "fixes" the transformer on the telephone pole with a battle axe.. ZZZZZZZOTTTTT!!! heheh
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Graumagus on November 7, 2005 11:38 AM
Come, come...the best has to be the one serving grub on the plane whacking passengers in the face with his mace! But it looks like they give the "punchline" shots to the little old greybearded fellow. You know, he was driving the hansom cab like a troika and now, topp(l)ing the Christless Tree over.
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holesforeyes on November 30, 2005 08:25 AM
Excellent. I was in the mood for some witty musings on the Capital One pillagers and located your 'blog--as our British-sounding dear pillagers would probably say--"straight away."
The internet is indeed one strange (and instantly gratifying) place.
Hell raised by
Jennifer Beckman on December 6, 2005 12:22 AM
My favorite pillager is the little old man. After seeing him in the bunny ears in the Halloween commercials, I wanted to adopt him.
Hell raised by
Chelle on December 26, 2005 01:20 AM
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Cars...
... way, way back Panasonic ran a television commercial singing the praises of their in-car stereo equipment... now, this is of small consequence to most, but to me it provided a strange inspiration...
... for many Americans, that commercial provided them with their first glimpse of a teen-age Cindy Crawford... a few years later she would be gracing the pages of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition with hard nips and baby-oiled skin, but right then she was smoking hot in denim and flannel... this was all way before she made out with that Baldwin guy and lost her mojo....
... anyway, that cheesy commercial was brilliant... Cindy pulls up to a deserted gas station in a hot-rodded 1953 Mercury and starts filling up her tank... a preppie guy across the way is cleaning the windshield of his Porsche... they flirt a little.. she turns up the volume on her Panasonic, and the next thing you know they're both sitting in the front seat of the Merc making goo-goo eyes at each other... and as Cindy pulls up onto the road, you see the Porsche... strapped to the top of the Merc as it drives away...
... it was at that point that I knew that the car for me was a '53...
... and as my 16th birthday approached, my Father and I searched everywhere for a 53 Merc that we could restore... we failed, unfortunately, and I settled for a beat-up black 1951... that car was my baby... all original... fender skirts and whitewalls... I drove that beast all during high school...
... why do I bring this up?... well, I see that a lot of bloggers are taking a stroll down memory lane in regards to their buggies.... and since I have nothing better to do, and I just got back from an exhausting day-trip to Nashville, why not join in?...
a black 1951 Mercury (Tennessee)
a black 1951 Ford (Tennessee)
a silver 1987 Mustang (Tennessee)
a brown 1969 International Scout (Alaska)
a green 1985 Diahatsu Charmant (Scotland)
a silver 1995 BMW 316 (Scotland)
a dark blue 1997 Audi A4 (Scotland)
a silver 2003 Audi A4 (Tennessee)
.. not many cars, I know... but hey, nobody said this post was going to be riveting...
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I really thought this post was to take the turn of 'Christine McIntyre'. Cindy is, was, and always will be my husband's fave. Kinda hard to compete with that one. Blech.
Your vehicle list is much longer than mine. I drive 'em into the ground.
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Bou on November 5, 2005 08:57 PM
1972 GTO (327 hp)
1974 Pontiac Bonneville (396 hp)
1975 Toyota Celica (brand new, a year after they introduced the Celica)
1979 Toyota Celica (after I totaled the first one)
1983 Pontiac 6000 STE
1991 Pontiac Sunbird
1999 Pontiac Sunbird
2001 Toyota Corolla
yeah...i got old
Hell raised by
mr. helpful on November 6, 2005 02:13 AM
Funny how the cars suddenly jump a bit in class once you get to Scotland...
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Princess Cat on November 6, 2005 09:55 AM
Cindy Crawford never did anything for me... then again She grew up spitting distance from where I did and I know people that went to school with her.
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Contagion on November 7, 2005 09:14 AM
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Can ya FEEL me?...
... people, we live in a world that has boundaries.. it's unfortunate, but true.... we have walls, so to speak... lines drawn in our minds, on paper, and in the sand that demark everything from National borders to sports out-of-bounds lines...
.. Dax, with this, has not only crossed the border of Good Taste.... he has completely invaded the land and burnt most of the buildings... I love that in a guy....
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Wow. And yellow is a tough color to carry off.....
You are a man of many talents, many talents indeed!
Hell raised by
Richmond on November 5, 2005 09:35 AM
I always thought you were doing Velociman.
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Sam on November 5, 2005 10:12 AM
But you're cute as a kids entertainment figure...
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Princess Cat on November 5, 2005 03:08 PM
I think that is the cutest picture I've ever seen!
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livey on November 5, 2005 07:34 PM
As I told you via text (when I was bugging the shit outta you on your way home), I love that pic.
Makes me want Photoshop in a special way! Who was it at the meet offering to hand out copies? I gotta join the reindeer games.
(It is a shame that Dax couldn't find a shot of you sportin' that impish grin. Only thing I would've done differently. :D)
Hell raised by
Key on November 5, 2005 09:03 PM
Yellow's good. That makes you the leader!
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Christine McIntyre....
... amazing how worlds collide sometimes... how the depths of our memories are dredged at the strangest of times to produce connective tangents we never thought possible.... the whimsical and the happenstance twisting and squirming until our little minds discover a meaning in the madness... well, that happened to me yesterday afternoon...
... while diddy-bopping along the back roads grooving to some Bloodhound Gang, I suddenly remembered my First Love... I was a budding six year old Tennessean... and she was happily married, 67 years old, and a successful realtor in California... but, God, how I loved her... as with most perfect beings, she always remained out of reach... and once I hit puberty, I forgot all about her... but that is always the case with first loves.... that is, until today...
... as I hurtled my car along those spindly paths with the beat booming, a face from the past materialized just as D.J. Q-Ball and Jimmy Pop were starting the second verse of The Bad Touch... it was as if I had been touched by the hand of the Almighty himself... my lust for Christine McIntyre was reawakened...

.. "Love.. the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket.. like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it"...
... absolutely amazing... after all this time, I finally remembered the first woman who flipped that proverbial switch... and you know, I normally don't go for blondes....
... yep, as strange as it sounds, I believe that gorgeous blonde who starred in so many Three Stooges episodes was the reason for my first ever boner...
... hey, don't judge me.... being six years old at the time, I was living on a junk-television diet of "Days of our Lives", "The Three Stooges", and "Captain Kangaroo"... but I remembered today the exact moment of liftoff... the Stooges had dropped a bag of bubble gum into the cake mix thinking they were marshmallows... hilarity (and a rather small stiffy) resulted once Christine's huge bubblegum bubble burst all over her face.... sticky, wet, and marvelous...
.. in retrospect, I suppose, even in black and white, she was a good one to first pop-up to... and in a way, I'm pretty lucky... I mean, what if it had been Mr. Greenjeans?...
.. she was the first woman ever to stir that spark in my loins those many, many years ago... and I've got The Bloodhound Gang to thank for kick-starting that old memory...
... the only thing that detracts from the whole scene is the possibility of Larry nailing her backstage... but still, I was only six.. and I didn't think about that back then....
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I remember my first. Princess Leia. I still have a thing for Carrie Fisher.
Hell raised by
Contagion on November 4, 2005 08:49 AM
Crystal Bernard on Happy Days then on It's a Living.
Hell raised by
RSM on November 4, 2005 09:07 AM
Ya'll can remember yer first boner but ya can't remember birthdays, anniversaries, etc. . . ;)
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oddybobo on November 4, 2005 09:33 AM
Oh ma, I was gettin' into some happy memoreis then you have to spoil the whole damn picture with Larry nailing her. Well, I guess better Larry than Moe--ahhhggg
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GUYK on November 4, 2005 09:41 AM
"bubble gum burst"...interesting Eric....
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armywifetoddlermom on November 4, 2005 11:50 AM
... I mean c'mon.. just look at that smile..
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Eric on November 4, 2005 12:04 PM
My first love was in first grade she was 6 years old, dark hair, mysterious. She never noticed me. I don't remember my first boner, but the first time I masturbated at 12, I couldn't believe how my body shook. And then at 13, all this liquid mess suddenly appearing everywhere.
Ahhh, the good ol' days.
Hell raised by
WitNit on November 4, 2005 12:54 PM
I can't say as I got a rod from the dame, but she was sure the apple of Shemp's eye.
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wavemaker on November 4, 2005 12:57 PM
Linda Carter - Wonder Woman
Adrienne Barbeau - Maude
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Blackfive on November 4, 2005 04:07 PM
I'm sitting here thinking, crap, I have three boys. One day they're going to be talking about this. My three sweet boys. Damn. I don't wanna know...
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Bou on November 4, 2005 09:23 PM
You is a'right you dont wanna know.....nor shall you ever know, most likely.
My Sunday School teacher, Ginger **mumble, mumble**....if I had had the wherewithall at age **mumble, mumble**, I would have attempted to knock some serious dents in her chassis.....
Probably would still be inclined to dry up the crap outta her leg today, but that is just me....easily entertained.
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bitterman on November 5, 2005 03:07 AM
Diana Rigg as Mrs. Peel on the Avengers
Goldie Hawn on Laugh In
Rowl, and I was an "early starter" too...
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Laughing Wolf on November 5, 2005 07:47 AM
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Lunch....
... well, wonders never cease.... just when I thought it was safe to sleep till noon and enjoy a recliner-based lifestyle, I got the call yesterday...
.. shocking, I know... however, it promised to be only an accidental blip on my hedonistic radar screen.. so I'm not too stressed out... it was only one day of toil... see, it seems my local government needed my services for the day... installing a new workstation computer.... I handled it.. after all, when one's government needs them, well, you just have to step up...
... actually, I'm not too bitter about the situation... it was a beautiful day for tooling into town with the sunroof open on my way to the office...
... as for today, it's all very civilized... I'm off to a coffee shop in town for lunch... a leisurely stroll around the courthouse square in the sunshine to walk off my turkey panini... and then back home in time for evening cocktails... complete with swizzle sticks, no less...
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Sounds perfect.... And to end the day with swizzle sticks -- even better! :)
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Richmond on November 3, 2005 06:23 PM
Hhhhmm. I would have thought that someone would have posted a "You suck!" comment but they must still be working. ;->
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Blackfive on November 3, 2005 06:25 PM
Wish I had that kinda life!!
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Junebugg on November 4, 2005 12:26 AM
Swizzle sticks?
Damn! You're gettin' all uppity on us! :-P
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Harvey on November 7, 2005 08:00 AM
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Up, Vets!...
... break out that moldy old money, Jarheads.... and head over to Holly Aho's website to donate for a good cause.. Valour-IT... our veterans have done so much for us, it's time to give a little back...
.. and to add to the bloggy fun, there is a bit of competition going between Services... trying to see who can raise the most money... and you guys know how it works... us Marines are expected to do more with less.. so, if you are a former Marine, get over there and throw some money in the USMC pot... and if you are as yet unaffiliated, forget the Zoomies, Squids, and Doggies... you know you want to be on our side...
.. hat tip: Blackfive...
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Welcome to the team, Marine ... OoRah!!
Hell raised by
Barb on November 3, 2005 06:32 PM
Uhhh, Squids can visit Lt. Smash, right?? ;-)
Hell raised by
MCPO Airdale on November 3, 2005 08:33 PM
Yes! Go visit Smash! Go Navy! Beat everyone else!
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Bou on November 3, 2005 09:15 PM
... hey, back off... it's all about the SPIRIT... go Corps, people...
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Eric on November 3, 2005 10:55 PM
Army got a big head start, but the Marine team is surging forward ... Go Corps!!
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Barb on November 4, 2005 12:02 AM
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Peepholes....
.. today's unusual Quote of the Day comes from Belfast... I'd expand upon it more, but that would just be overkill... and as y'all know, we're all about the subtlety here....
Risqué lingerie retailer Ann Summers is set to cause a sensation in Belfast with the launch of a new 'peephole' in its revamped store.
Partners or friends of potential customers will be able to watch them try on the underwear through specially designed spyholes in the doors of the changing rooms.
... intrigued?... shocked?.... read it all...
... cutting edge, people...
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But when is this going to hit the US?
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Contagion on November 3, 2005 08:54 AM
Besides liking a spanking as part of foreplay, a cute little Catholic gal I dated for a year liked as much to explore the edgery of exhibitionism.....allowing a 'peeping tom'?...all I can say is...tip of the iceberg, man...tip of the iceberg....but in a good way. heh...
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Marcus on November 3, 2005 10:25 AM
Naturally, my Inquiring Mind wants to know if there will be a paper towel rack within reach, and a privacy screen.
And a lotion dispenser would be nice.
And I could trade peepholes with the other guys. Cool. I love innovation.
Hell raised by
Bane on November 3, 2005 09:13 PM
I keep thinking about this... having read it. I don't get it. Can't they wait until she gets home... she can do a full on demonstration then, complete with participation?
Hunh.
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Bou on November 4, 2005 07:46 AM
It's naughtier in public, Bou. I might buy more shorts for the old lady if we could do this.
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Bane on November 4, 2005 08:52 PM
I actually thought about doing this at work, but of course at the Waffle House, you might get MORE than you bargained for. Watch out for that 3rd shift waitress that weighs 400 pounds and has no damn teeth.
Please eat (and pay)before enjoying the extra benefits.
Hell raised by
Richard on November 5, 2005 05:26 AM
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Ambassador??...
... someone once called me the Ambassador of the Blogosphere... I don't recall exactly who, but the name stuck.... now it seems that Mr. Helpful is picking on me, Jimbo, and Zonker.... so, I suppose some sort of resume of my achievements indiscretions is in order...
.. blogmeets I have attended... Dahlonega, Savannah, Helen I, Athens GA, Chicago, Jekyll Island, Chattanooga, Washington DC, NYC/Manhattan, New Jersey, Athens TN, Helen II, and the latest one at my home...
... bloggers that have visited my home sans-blogmeet?... Adam & his Babe, Bitterman, Blackfive, Closet Extremist, Rube and Anna, Ken Brown, Recondo 32 and Georgia, and T1G... all of those intrepid souls just stopped by for a night or two during their random travels...
.. and the really scary thing is that I am probably forgetting one or two visitors or blogmeets...
... I still doubt that I am ambassadorial material, but there you go... something tells me that my mis-spent youth might keep me out of the circles of power... but with great apologies to Johnny Cash... as far as the blogworld is concerned, "I've been everywhere, man.."...
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I salute your well-traveled greatness, Mr. Ambassador.
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Jim - PRS on November 2, 2005 08:38 AM
I, too, salute you!
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oddybobo on November 2, 2005 08:53 AM
I am humbled by your social butterflyness.
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Contagion on November 2, 2005 08:56 AM
Wouldn't that be "I've Blogged Everywhere, Man"? :-)
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Harvey on November 2, 2005 11:42 AM
God damn, I love that song.....almost as much as I love Johnny Cash. I musta been a truck driver in an earlier life. Makes me wanna roll down the windows and drive fast. Excellent choice, killer and a great way to start my day.
All the best to you and yours and even to Cousin Asshelmet Longshanks.
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bitterman on November 2, 2005 12:24 PM
And I hope you're thinking of adding Austin Texas to that list.
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Denny on November 2, 2005 12:48 PM
er...SantaHelpful wrote that post, dude, not me. HE'S the one pickin on ya...
heh heh heh
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mr. helpful on November 2, 2005 01:28 PM
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Garbage...
.. I've always been a huge fan of getting other people to do my work for me at every convenience... I truly have a knack.... it's not that I'm lazy, per se... it's just that I don't want to be taking the food out of the mouths of the workin' man's kiddies... see?... after all, I am a noble beast and I am not without my sensitivities... and I do it solely for the kiddies... you know, kumbaya, and all that...
... take today, for instance... garbage day in Eagle Glen... a day where three nice men in a nice white truck belly-up to my driveway and load up my discards for bum-rummaging... it's the American Dream.. for them AND me... hey, I throw away some pretty good shit...
... like most people, back in the day I used to cart my rubbish off in small trunkloads to the nearby landfills.. to say the least, it was not ideal... see, afterwards, I'd have to pay some knucklehead to valet my car to get the stench of empty beer bottles out of the trunk... since then, I've wizened... gotten an education... and I pay The Man to collect the detritus right off my doorstep... sure, the car doesn't get polished as often, but it saves money in the long run...
... today, though, today those gentlemen earned their pay... I spent most of the afternoon searching the nooks and crannies of the house collecting all the little presents that the bloggers left behind... butts and bottles.. empty paper plates and plastic cups.. empty packets of .45ACP ammo... crumpled cigarette packs... even about thirty stray balloons that someone saw fit to hide in my cabinets, my fridge, and my freezer..
... the result was that I had SEVEN bags of rotting post-blogmeet crap down at the mailbox by four this afternoon... normally I have only one... you guys and gals made me so damn proud.. I've always aspired to greatness, and it has remained elusive.. but today, today I have arrived... and I owe it all to you guys.... sure, it ain't much, but it's all I got...
... today my garbage pile was unequalled in the neighborhood....
... I truly do live for these small pleasures...
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Glad I could do my part in a small way for the cause.
Hell raised by
Denny on November 1, 2005 07:16 PM
.. you're too kind, Denny... those empty wine bottles were a nice touch...
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Eric on November 1, 2005 07:23 PM
Damn - I should have waited and cleaned out my car at your house. THAT would have REALLY put you on the top of the heap - so to speak.
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Tammi on November 1, 2005 07:42 PM
.. that's ok, Tammi... I don't want to make the neighbours TOO jealous...
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Eric on November 1, 2005 07:47 PM
Now *that's* the sign of a good party... ;)
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Richmond on November 1, 2005 08:26 PM
King of the hill... indeed.
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RedNeck on November 1, 2005 09:05 PM
Sorry about those .45 packets...and the women's shoes.
Congrats on your new status. I'm sure the lass is proud.
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Blackfive on November 1, 2005 10:20 PM
At the Jersey Blogmeet, we had a body or two in those bags.
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Jim - PRS on November 1, 2005 11:17 PM
I feel terrible about leaving a "mess" behind. I did try and clean up as the night went. Just ask the people who had their drinks thrown away by overzelous toddlermom. I can vouch that Eric likes other people to do his work for him....
*cough*
Martha
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armywifetoddlermom on November 2, 2005 12:09 AM
Just found your blog. Very original.
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sass on November 2, 2005 07:54 AM
By the way, Eric, have you found the quarter off the right side of your deck yet?
Noticed it Monday morning. No idea how it got there.
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Harvey on November 2, 2005 11:44 AM
If that was my neighborhood, it would be all over town that you had a drinking problem. Poor thing.
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livey on November 2, 2005 03:44 PM
Oh those balloons. I didn't put them there, but since they kept falling out every time I opened the refrigerator, freezer or cabinet, I made sure to put them right back where I found them!
BTW, you men did a great job hauling out that trash. Not one woman had to ask you to do it! It was as if it was instinctive!
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Bou on November 2, 2005 04:36 PM
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Safe....
... a steady trickle of trick or treaters visited the casa last night... various ghouls and goblins rang the doorbell and shared in the fruits of my candy dish... and one in particular stands out.. a wee tike of about three who was dressed as a pumpkin... cleaving unto his Momma's breast and crying bloody murder... poor lad... his brother was dressed in a mask that squirted blood on occasion.. quite gory, if you ask me... and hey, I don't blame the little pumpkin guy... as I had just woken up from a lambkin dream on the couch myself, and it freaked me too..
.. ahh, but candy is the ultimate pacifier... once his bro doffed the mask and grabbed two chocolates from the bowl, the little pumpkin acquiesced and even smiled as I handed him a miniature milkway... Momma smiled gratefully at me, and daubed at the mascara streaking her blemishless face....
... of course, as big bro slid the mask back on and headed towards Momma's mini-van, pumpkinboy began wailing again... burying his orange-painted face into protective embrace of his Mother's white cashmere sweater...
... I poured myself a large Lagavulin and laughed out loud after they'd gone... and as I kicked my feet up onto the ottoman and sank into the couch, I closed my eyes... oh to be young again... when squishing your face between two fluffy bosoms would provide the ultimate safe-haven from the beasts of the World...
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wait, are you saying that when you grow up, that squishing your face between two fluffy bosoms does NOT provide the ultimate safe haven from the beasts of the world? Man, that's it, i'm never growing up.
:-D
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tommy on November 1, 2005 09:34 AM
.. right, Tommy... it doesn't make you safe once you're grown, but it certainly takes the edge off of being scared...
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Eric on November 1, 2005 09:56 AM
Ah, yes, I do admire the male brain and how it operates! Sincerely! It was so far away from what I was getting from the scene that I had to stop and laugh. What I was getting from it is...mascara? cashmere? orange face paint? Screaming kid? Scary mask? Was she June Cleaver?
Hell raised by
Kelly on November 1, 2005 10:17 AM
yeah, what tommy said!
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Blackfive on November 1, 2005 06:04 PM
I also agree with Tommy.
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Denny on November 1, 2005 07:19 PM
...fluffy bosoms
Sounds like a song Willie Nelson needs to write.
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Jim - PRS on November 1, 2005 11:22 PM
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