When you see 12:00 midnight, does that indicate a.m., or
p.m.?
I am having a mini-argument and need it settled.
Incidently, I say--a.m.
What is the bet, anyway dwardE?
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midnight is the end of the day ,therefore it is p.m.
people get confused because at the same instant it is also
0:00 a.m.;the start of the new day.
...is generally considered to be A.M. But you'll note a lot
of "No Parking" signs will have 12:01 A.M. on them to avoid
confusion (and tickets challenged in court!)
The exact hour possesses the same designation as all the
other minutes within that hour. Nobody argues that the time
just after lunch is 12:45 PM. I can find very few who will
argue that 12:45 (after Dave Letterman) is not A.M.
According to my alarm clock, 12 Midnight is A.M.
Then again, I like to consider the tomato a vegetable, so
what the hell do I know?
Whoa, gotta what where you exclude those "nots".
Nobody would argue that post-lunch is NOT 12:45PM.
I think it is a veg. too.
Okay, a little clarification---
If you agree that 12:00 midnight is a.m.--say I agree
If you think that 12:00 midnight is p.m.--say I disagree.
Actually, from a botanical standpoint the tomato is
classified as a fruit (I believe because it contains its own
seeds; I could be mistaken.) However, from a culinary point
of view I think most people consider it a vegetable.
But most might agree that it tastes like a vegetable.
Midnight can either be the end of the 24 hour clock or the
beginning of the next 24 hour clock. Since a.m. refers to
the first 12 hours, the time is 0:00:01 am up to 12:00 am,
then it starts the evening hours from 0:00:01 pm to
12:00:00 pm, and since when you say midnight you are
refering to night time 12:00, not daytime 12:00.
Another words, you would not count 12, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,
8, 9, 10, 11. You count 1, 2, 3 ,4....12.
Glad, we finally settled this, ha ha.
I always spell it like that.
What will you do when you are proved WRONG????
I will agree with you on that, I think the tomatoe is a
vegetable. Did you know that a raw tomatoe is the only
thing I don't like the taste of.
I started not to post that because I know I have set myself
up for some flame flash bash, but what the hey)
That is a good payment, dwardE.
You will have to eat tomato.
That being said, I would add:
Call any vegetable, and the chances are good,
that the vegetable will respond to you.
The Ethiopians (whoever they are) have the most sensible approach to time. They divide the 24 hours into two equal 12-hour periods -- day and night (makes sense). The day starts at sunrise, or, more officially, at what is 6:00 AM for us. The night then starts at sunset (i.e. what we call 6:00 PM). So, when they say (something like) "It's two o'clock in the day", we would translate that as 8:00 AM. "Seven o'clock at night" would mean 1:00 AM to us.
The Persians have the most logical calendar in my opinion. The new year starts when the grasses start sprouting and the flowers start blooming on the vernal equinox.
Dawit--I like both of those clock types.
dwardE--would you like some crow to go along with your
tomato??
The 60 minutes that make up any one hour period consists of
the
minutes preceding that particular hour ..From 0:00 a.m. plus
60 minutes
equals 1:00 a.m. Therefore in your example,12:45 past
Letterman
is really 0:00 a.m. plus 45 minutes.
I reserve my opinion about tomatoes pending further
(taste)testing.........8-)
"ante meridiem" and "post meridiem" are terms that are
defined by the meridian which is 12:00 noon. 12:00 noon can
not be called either am or pm because it is the meridian. By
def one second and all else after 12 noon is 'pm' and and
one second and before noon is 'am' The definition reads, the
time from midnight till noon is am and the time from noon
till midnight is pm. I have heard that midnight could be
call 12 am or 12 pm and that would be proper, but 12 noon
can never be called 12 am or pm. Hummm, the definition kind
af leaves midnight out in limbo. :) '12 Limbo'
So, hehehe :), this settles nothing as far as your bet goes
cause I don't know where you can go to get the defin answer
as pertaining to midnight being am or pm
damn you people are fast ..... looks like I should reload
my screen more ofter.... I'm just a tad bit redundent... ;(
Biological-schmiological. I have never been one to base my
decisions on the biological truth. Tomatos, Carrots, Celery
with Italian dressing is just fine, but I don't enjoy my
bananas and pears with spicy vinagrette.
Let's not base our decisions upon the beliefs we have about
the upcoming millenium. I would like to argue that
non-augustinian time DID in fact begin with 00:00:00. Big
bang, yes?
Or, maybe, the popular belief that 12Midnight is AM
originates with popular laziness, i.e. the tendency to
estimate.
How much time of the hour of midnight do you spend in A.M.
vs. P.M.? What percentage of the new day's dawn (the
00:00:00 hour) do you spend in the new day, which we
traditionally deign A.M.? How far do you plan to break down
that millisecond directly following midnight in order to
determine that time when we enter AM?
Fruit salad made with mayonnaise is DISGUSTIING!
Do you agree with ME :-) or him?
You are sooo right about that fruit salsd.
drawdE's eating a raw tomato.
Mayo in the fruit salad? I have never heard of such a
thing! I also don't care for miracle whip...fake stuff.
I'm sorry. You can have that tomato with Cool Whip, if you'd
like.
what the hell is the connection? 12 midnight is definitely
a.m.. and why didn't tomatoes make it as a hand fruit.
there are most delicious when fresh and raw. oh, what's the
hardest part about eating a vegetable? the wheelchair.
do you go to school in columbus?
No way. I go to school in the Land of Make-Believe.
Yeah, the Land of Make-believe-I-live-somewher-better-than-
Comlumbus.
Sorry. Sometimes my inner child feels the need to be
contrary even though the occasion calls for no such
behavior.
Yes, I currently live in this glistening ice-and-graffiti-
covered city. I do not, however, give a flying fig about
football.
what? Now we are gonna talk football? Go Falcons!
hee hee
Gotta go to bed...it is past 12:00 pm midnight
G'night. It's 12:45 A.M., mysteriously located 12 hours and
and 44 minutes past 12:01 P.M. Definitely time to go to bed
before the books hit me.
Your husband and unattended children must be mighty
impressed with all the time , each and every day, that you
spend on this site and on the computer.
Has the washing and dishes been done yet, moron.
Now you have something to report to your cellar dwellers
way down at the bottom of the list.
" oh that Cris, he has been flamming me again... oh I
really told him this time... I just wish that I could be
meaner.. AARRGGGHHH".
No doubt about that one.
12 Limbo wins the money !
a.m., madam
I belong to a Canadian astronomical e-mail group, in which
we discuss various topics related to astronomy and space
sciences. During the past couple of days, there has been
some discussion about the use of the expressions "12 a.m."
and "12 p.m.". I have always thought that this particular
concept of time is generally misunderstood. I have
reproduced below the text of my comment on this matter to
the e-mail group, which you may (or may not) find
interesting.
By way of explanation, the "meridian" to which I refer in
the message below is the imaginary line in the sky that
passes through the zenith, the nadir, and the due south and
due north points on the horizon. In other words, it is the
great circle in the sky that divides the sky into eastern
and western hemispheres. In concept, the Sun arrives at
the "upper meridian" (i.e. above the horizon, and due
south) at exactly noon, and arrives at the lower meridian
(i.e. below the horizon, and due north) at exactly midnight.
This is not precise, however, for a number of reasons. The
most important reason is that the Sun arrives at a
particular point in the sky (for example, the meridian)
exactly 4 minutes later for every degree of longitude that
one moves west. As a result, for example, sunrise is 24
minutes later in Toronto than in Montreal, and is 14
minutes later again in Windsor. In the 1800s, every town
had its own time reckoning, based on the time of local noon
(that is, when the Sun reached the meridian as seen from
that particular town). This became unwieldy and impossible
in the era of the railroad, when towns became "connected"
by the iron road. This problem was what lead Canadian Sir
Sanford Fleming to invent "standard time", under which the
Earth was divided into 24 time zones of (approximately) 15
degrees longitude each, within each one of which all
locations would agree to set their clocks to the same time.
**********************************
This is one of my favourite topics.
As far as I am concerned, "midnight" belongs to neither the
day that preceded it nor the day that follows it. Midnight
is a dividing point between the two days. It can be
analogized to the boundary between two provinces (states,
cities, etc.). The boundary itself is a part of, and
belongs to, neither province; it separates one from the
other.
As a result, I think that it makes no sense to say, for
example, "midnight, December 10" (which most people use to
describe the instant that is one second after 23:59 on
December 10). What I say is "midnight at the end of
December 10".
On a separate but related topic, there is no such thing as
"12 a.m." or "12 p.m.". The expression (i) "a.m." means
"ante meridian", and (ii) "p.m." means "post meridian",
denoting the periods of the day (neglecting one's longitude
correction and the equation of time, which are irrelevant
to the CONCEPT that we are dealing with) when the Sun is
(i) "before" or "ahead of" (i.e. to the east of) the
meridian, and (ii) "after" or "past" (i.e. to the west of)
the meridian. The proper expressions are "12 noon" and "12
midnight". The time "12 noon" is the DIVIDING POINT
between a.m. and p.m., and "12 midnight" is the DIVIDING
POINT between p.m. and a.m. In concept, these are the two
times during each day when the Sun is ON the meridian,
rather than being either ahead of it (a.m.) or past it
(p.m.).
For those who love abbreviations, better expressions would
be "12 u.m." and "12 l.m.", meaning "12 upper meridian" and
"12 lower meridian"!
about the round red fruit - toMAH to - not toMAYto!!!
my NY Times Desk Reference reckons midnight as 12 A.M.
There is absolutely nothing correct about saying a.m. or
p.m. after 12:00 - both are always wrong annotation.
There's 12 noon, and 12 midnight, and nothing else is
correct, for the reasons that Rapunzel gave.
As far as convention (incorrect, of course), I believe that
only in California is 12 a.m. considered to be noon. I
certainly took a double take when I saw a post office there
that said, "open Saturdays, 8 a.m. to 12 a.m."
dwardE and his tomato juice stained face.
We were staying in a camp in Dahab, where the posted check-
out time was 12 am. A couple of aussie girls, who were
checking out about 3 pm, were having a heated argument with
the proprietor b/c they felt they shouldn't have to pay the
extra day, as the sign said check out time was 12 am.
Finally, they threw down a $20 bill, and as the proprietor
left the room to get change, they took the $20 and
disappeared into a waiting cab. The sign was changed
minutes later.
The bet was who was right/who was wrong...not who got the
most votes. Society and our clocks tells us midnight is
12:00am...but that is wrong. Time doesn't start until it
leaves 12:00:00. So at that exact moment that it is
12:00:00, it is the last moment of pm. So...
Who's right, who's wrong?
I'm right, you're wrong.
i think it;s 12 pm at 12 noon,why would it go from11:59pm to
12;00 pm then jump to 12;01 am.
it goes from11:59am to 12:00 pm then 12:01pm simple,
but i know the posting is just so all of jujubees fans can
talk to her especilly ,cris and blisterbug
on fruit now that tomatos have been jean spliced with
fish,the jeans to stop them freaseing in the cold come from
fish how do we know what to call them
That's right, drawdE. This 12AM nonsense is all just a
conspiracy. Society is trying to crush you, they've even
gotten the innocent digital clocks in it. DON'T GIVE UP THE
FIGHT!!! I've got a camcorder, I can get it all right here
on tape if any other Institutions of the Establishment or
household appliances jump on you. Just hold tight, right.
In all seriousness, drawdE, if you continue to insist upon
this silliness, we may be forced to resort to military time
in order to stop this feverish free-spirited passion you are
trying to stir up within the masses.
Incidentally, raw tomatoes aren't THAT bad if you cut the
guts out of them before you chow down.
You say that the tomato (to-MAH-to) is a fruit because it
contains it's own seeds. So do you consider pumpkins to be
a fruit as well? How about aubergines, or cumquats?
But you asked me to come back and waste some time
get it? time)
Ok Ok..I'll eat the tomatoe and crow, but Jujuboo has to
spell my name correctly.
As per Rapunzel's thorough treatment.
Um, on another random note, the forward-thinking Indonesians say "half to two" where (when) we would say "half-past one".
Everyone has the inalienable right to have their name
spelled correctly. I am currently working to rid the world
of people who believe the root of my name is "liSa". Of
course, they simply aren't paying attn.
drawdE. Boy, you have no idea how hard that was for me.
Don't ever make me do that again. It was so ingrained the
other way. How long did it take you to come up with the 2
o's? Very clever.
Another thing: have you guys noticed how anotherliZA gets
such a lovely Z in her name??? It's got little "curls" on
the ends.. Anybody else seems to get a straight, 3 line,
boring-looking Z. How does she do that?
Lets see what mine does..
Z
I see.
This may interest some of you...
www.antitomato.com
...to-MAY-toes are a-MAY-zing in the month of May...
.
I have never heard of noon being described as anything
except "pm"... what an intersting thing to discover that
noon & midnight are neither "am" or "pm"!
.
Can someone explain how drawdE is pronounced?
Becca, I have always presumed it to be pronounced Draw- DEE.
Oh, but stress is on the first syllable. Okay, don't anyone
come around now and shatter my illusions.
I have also decided that the -w- in 'Dawit' is pronounced as
a -v-. I MAY be able to stand correction on this point. How
'bout it?
Thanks Dawit. I did enjoy that, it spoke truth.
anotherliZa, you are yet again correct ma'am.
I like to say dwar-dee. heeheehee and will continue to do
so until you EAT THAT TOMATO!!!!!!
You can say it like that, and I'll just assume it's your Slawic accent and forgive you. I could even get used to it.
During the hot Ottawa summer of 1969 (or thereabouts), our across-the-street neighbours had their young nephew over from Poland for a visit. We amused each other in wordless ways for a month or so (although I wasn't amused when he sprayed laundry starch in my face).
After he returned home, he sent me, as a gift of friendship, a beautifully tooled leather pencil case, with a card that said "To Davit". I assumed that's how they spelled my name in Polish (but never actually confirmed this). I used the pencil case for the next 5 or 6 years before I lost it.
Back to the original question, Dawit is the generally accepted transliteration of the Amharic version of my name.
The "w" is pronounced more or less like in English, and the "t" is dental (maybe the "D" too).
You can also call me Daoud, Daud, Dawood, or "hey you".
Auf wiedersehen.
When I first discovered this site I was overwhelmed with all the new handles and associated characters. My brain pulled a few perceptual tricks, and for a week or so I kept seeing posts by anotherZila, and dwardE (Jujubee pronounciation). Now my eyeballs have settled down.
As for my handle, I hope it's not misinterpreted as "Da Wit", i.e. some sort of would-be bad joke rapper.
Whichever.....I still always think of Dave.
I'm going to have to continue perceiving it as "Davit,"
otherwise there's no escaping the D.J. Da Jazzy Wit G
analogy.
Jujubee, I really am just a plain "Dave", but was forced to change due to the presence of other Daves posting on this site. Whereas most Daves abide by the guidelines developed by the Fourth World Council of Daves (Witless Bay, Newfoundland, 1978), some have been observed to post un-Davelike material. Disciplinary action is pending.
Just be glad you're not Welsh.. "Daffy....d"
and he's their national saint, isn't he?
I remember the name change...I was there.
I will be happy to testify for you if need be. You stand as
THE quintessential Dave (Dawit).
Hey, dwardE!!!! Have you eaten that tomato yet????
Yup - Daffyd IS their local Saint - but - with any luck -
you aren't your local saint ! not so much fun to be had that
way.. carry on!
I could not, would not, on a boat,
I will not, will not, with a goat,
I will not eat them in the rain,
I will not eat them on a train,
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I do not like them in a box,
I do not like them with a fox,
I will not eat them in a house,
I do not like them with a mouse,
I do not like them here or there,
I do not like them ANYWHERE!
I do not like
raw red tomatos!
I do not like them,
drawdE-I-was.
which, unlike tomatos, COULD be eaten with a goat (but only if the goat was agreeable).
Yes, Jujubee -- I remember too. It was in the middle of a Cleanliness thread. We were young, the world was our website (or vice versa), and anything was possible!
Life was oh, so simple then. If we had the chance to do it
all again...tell me would we....could we?
dWardE---you big welcher----I'm telling.
We're older and wiser now. And with that wisdom comes responsibility. Responsibility to use this site for goodness and niceness, settling troubling questions of chronology, deciding the relative merits of vegetables which may actually be fruits, discussing the pronounciation of these same vruits, not to mention handles -- and many other things which mankind, knowingly or not, depends on for its very survival.
Did you ever settle your "mini argument?" I think it only became a bigger argument in this thread, before sprouting several wierd and wonderful growths.
what a wonderful and civil place TT can be when people
forget whether the original argument was ever settled or
not!
.
I think Jujubee & AnotherliZa should allow DRAW-dee to forgo
(forgoe?) the toMAYto ordeal in a gesture of good faith for
having helped keep this thread enjoyable! Or did our
interest in this narrowly-defined (& sometimes hair-
splitting) subject just bore the flamers to TEARS!!!??!
She spelt my name correctly once,
so I ate some raw tomato in a burrito for lunch.
It was just a few small pieces and I gagged but I did it.
Tomatos are very good for you, though I must admit, as I
think I have, that tomato guts make me gag too.
On the bright side, COOKED tomato is even better for you,
making pizza a health food!
Remember.. one of our presidents once tried to claim Ketchup
was a vegetable......
I'm not going to be that kind of president:
I have clearly defined areas of ambivalence on the topics of
healthy school lunches:
Condiment: Vegetable
Sauce: Not a vegetable.
Thus, mustard is not a vegetable, but hollandaise is. I hope
you are reassured and I can count on your vote in 2012.
You folks are crazy but it looked like fun. O.k., 12:00a.m.
is 12:00A.M. and also 00:00HOURS; not a.m..Someone said
zero hundred a.m. which does not work. A.m. and p.m. are on
the 12 hour clock and hours are used on the 24 hour clock.
But on the other hand, has anyone tried tomatillos for
salsa or mexican cooking? Like a little green tomato with a
paper-like wrapper grown on it. Very zingy and firmer flesh
than a tomato. Oh no, now they've got me doing it. Lololol.
Oh I love any kind of cooked tomato. I love fried green
ones, too. I never saw the attraction of fried pickles
though. I though hollandaise was eggs.
You will have my vote another liZa. Why the year 2012?
Will you be wearing dread locs then?
Is made of egg, yes, but also of lemon. This allows it to
fulfill the fruit-vegetable category on my School Lunch Food
Pyramid of Clearly-Defined Ambiguities.
Speaking of Clearly-Defined Ambiguities, 2012 is the first
presidential election year I'll be old enough to run. And,
yes, I'll be more than happy to sport the blue dreadlocks,
kiss the hands, shake the babies, whatever it takes to win
the faith of the Good American people here on TT and make
this country a more absurd and esoteric place for generation
A.2
He even admitted it privately. Didn't you dRawdE? :^)
anotherliZa--can I be your campaign manager? I can
guarantee at least 3 votes. That's pretty good.
debi--thanks for the vote. You are obviously a reasonable
girl.
Chicory Coffee and Eggs Benedict for all America's
schoolchildren.
Now, what shall we have as the campaign theme song?
A major victory. And to think it all started with your clever ruse drawing drawdE into an argument about time, then plotting secretly with aL to introduce the series of tomato topics (fruit/veg, pronounciation, good/bad). We then threw in a few other decoys for good measure then BLAM!
aL, you can leave me out of this political stuff, but I'm starting to see things come together. You want to feed people, starting with all America's schoolchildren. But if your secret emigratory tendancies are to be fulfilled without interfering with these altruistic political ambitions, there will have to be a hostile takeover or some sort of merger of equals. The former would be easier for we are a feeble and peaceloving race.
The theme from the film--Attack of the Killer Tomatoes--
That is one catchy tune aL.
Dawit---you got me. I have been found out. BLAM!
I admitted nothing. I said I ate a piece of tomato because
you spelt my name correctly. And you were first, so I won.
On the time thing, I'm right and everyone else is wrong!
(except for chmer and Lou)
Hey, anotherliZa. Can I be the Vice President? I think I
would be good at Vice.
Don't pick him....I have foder for his impeachment----do
you remember a little thing called e-mail dwardE??? I know
how to cut and paste. Anyway, how could you possibly claim
victory? You only have 3 votes--and that includes yourself.
I have way more than 3.
come to think of it aL--he would be good at vice---he has
experience.
That sounds great drawdE. Many people underestimate the role
of Vice-President within society, but I say that if we want
to turn this country around, we need to have the role
fulfilled by someone who really knows how to handle vice and
has some good and creative ideas about the future of vice
development programs in this country. I say we need to start
teaching vice younger, perhaps some sort of headstart
programs (akin to school-lunch) could be implemented in
elementary schools. After all, French schoolchildren know
how to drink by the age of 6.
Dawit, you're just too quick to jump on these things. In the
long term, consensual world domination by samosa is the
ultimate plan. I can't say anymore about this here. . .
Now, Jujubee, I'm sure you're not trying to be a spoilsport.
drawdE has given good evidence of his qualifications for
the post. Would you like to be Surgeon General, maybe?
Just think of the perks. Free stuff everywhere. Plus all
the exams I could conduct in the name of science.....the
possibilities astound.
Spoilsport? Me? Oh, heavens no. I think we might be able to
call a truce. Maybe.
Dawit--do you want in on this? You'd have buckets of fun.
I already have rubber gloves........
Walk before you run. You have to get elected first.
Unfortunately my alien status prevents me from anything more than an arms length involvement in the American political arena (until the takeover/merger that is). But, I am available to throw tomatoes (buckets of them) at opponents, and we can contract Monsieur Gloupier to throw pies.
By the way aL, are you referring to the late Anastasio (sic) or the triangular deep fried East Indian pastry?
Okay, I don't even want to know about those rubber gloves.
As surgeon general, you will be supplied with a fresh box of
gloves in your very own size at ANY TIME YOU CHOOSE. Your
caps are enough to indicate your motivation to take this
position.
Dawit, yes, we want to feed the children. But I just don't
see how we are going to manage, what with the apathy you are
displaying. THE FUTURE OF HOLLANDAISE SAUCE AS AN OFFICIAL
VEGETABLE IS AT STAKE HERE!!! We must forget the silly pink
lines on the map and work for the greater good.
Alright, then. I'm sure feel sufficiently guilty. Now, I
think I've got a post for you, if you are willing to
forego (or at least devote les time to) your anarchic ways
and work with us for the good dietary habits of our fellow
North Americans. I really think you would make an excellent
Minister of Indonesian Produce. How aboot it?
E. Indian Pastry.
I've always been an anti-nationalist anyway, so what the heck?
And, the M of IP sounds good because nobody would really know what I did (or even if I did anything). In fact I went to an Indonesian restaurant last night just to brush up on my skills, just in case you asked.
Confidentiality preserved. I should have known by the (lack of) capitalization. Veg or non-veg?
veg, of course.
Nothing very titillating--just left over from a science
experiment.
I don't know much about Indonesian food--just roasted dog
and some noodly stuff.
The Ministry of Indonesian Produce is all Dawit's worry.
Your job is to figure out how we can teach schoolchildren
about masturbation. (sic)
most schoolchildren are self-taught (to self-...). Are we just more adventurous, (or perhaps less lucky?).
This might call for a deep undercover investigation.
who aL appoints as chief of the CIA.
By the way Jujubee, is there some sort of a prize for making the 100th post to your poll? (or maybe LP will give you a prize for a topic that attracted 100 posts)?
I am now taking applications for the Chief position you have
queried about above:
To apply, please submit:
Name of your favorite song from the Grease soundtrack
Name of your favorite Simpsons character and reasons for
choosing him/her/it. Characters from other anomated shows
may be applied if neccessary.
Directions for making a Solar Water Well.
A short essay choosing a position on this topic:
"Geo versus Saab: Looking to the 20th Century"
Please pass this application on to all suitable candidates.
I might could possibly be persuaded to come up with and
appropriate prize for that great honor. I will try to come
up with something.
LP giving a prize???? Sure, You betcha.
anotherliZa--does this CIA person have to be able to keep a
secret? or can she/he/it be a big blabbermouth?
Addt'l. Requirements:
Please submit at least once reference who will testify to
the applicant's ability to solicite advice on all sencsitive
national decisions from as many different rescources as
possible.
Since I already have a cushy position in the gov't to be, I won't apply for the Chief Rat role. It's a good thing since I'd fail miserably -- I've never seen Grease (and plugged my ears every time I heard anything from it), and don't know anything about solar water wells or cars.
But, to show I have some qualifications, I'll answer the Simpsons question with the obvious Homer. The reason is simple identification and empathy. We're approximately the same age, have the same hair style, both like potato chips, and have brains that sometimes have to explain obvious things slowly and methodically to themselves.
Runners up would be Kent Brockman, and that fat little German kid (Udo?).
100
See how I make sacrifices to my character just so we can
continue onward.
And since I will be vice president, I don't have to do
anything else...
I'm not sure you deserve the prize since the only reason
you posted was to get the prize buuuuttt........
100 Free Physical Examinations!!!!!! WOO HOO!!!!!
Hey, be happy---I could have given you 100 tomatoes.
Jujubee, your position prevents you from offering or
threatening sanctions of vegetable matter. DAWIT is the
produce-minister-guy. We wouldn't want any conflicts of
interest here, now would we?
What party shall we run under? No not democrate, no not
republican....I say if they ask us what's our party? we
just answer with a simple "yes".
I apologise for the tomato thing.....no more previously
unapproved threats from me. I promise. Sorry dwardE.
Party? I think when someone asks us "Party?" we should
say......Where?????
of my position, as long as the paychecks keep coming. Tomatoes, potatoes, rutabaga, ugli fruit, whatever.
p.s. when does my government pension kick in?
... we're both incredibly lazy, as per 106. Also, he's the only other person I've ever seen who likes to drink olive brine from the can.
Amongst the non-humanoid characters, I like the cat (the REAL cat, not Scratchy, the fake animated one, although I certainly feel his pain).
I used to like to drink olive brine from the can, but now
that I've grown taller, I prefer to just eat the olives by
the can.
Dawit, does this mean you want to be the head of the Cosmic
Interrogation Agency? If so, here's one last essay question/
brainteaser:
Think up a good covert name for our party. The left-right
conservicals will never let us slip by if we don't have a
subtle name to act as a decoy for our insidious
revolutionary dietary plans. . .
How about Tomatoes in the A.M. or Tomatillos Hours? We
could say Tom-ah-to in the a.m. and tom-ay-to in the
p.m.?That's it, I believe I've just gone over the edge. And
anotherzila, I also love olives from the can and the brine,
isn't it good? I would rather have a can of olives than
popcorn any day. Now there's a name, The Olive Brine
Tomatoes. Think about it.
I'll take all the pickles and then....drink the juice!
Pickles in the morning
Pickles in the evening
Pickles at suppertime
With pickles on the table,
I can eat pickles anytime.
Sounds pretty bland -- not really conservative like "Family Values", but they won't know what kind of regularity we're all aboot.
I wasn't really looking forward to leading the Corporate Idiocy Agency, but was rather trying to avoid the spotlight by holding a meaningless title with little or no accountability and lots of $$'s. But, the potential to straighten out the dietary shortcomings of this continent is tempting -- almost a calling. An olive in every pot!
I guess we all identify with Homer because we're all closet olive brine guzzlers.
and I realized something. It was like a brick from space
hit me upside the head! You start the clock at 12:00am and
it goes to 11:59am, then 12:00pm goes to 11:59pm. And as
the clock strikes midnight, it IS 12:00am! Like counting
0, 1, 2, 3.... I have been wrong. You win Jujubee...sorry
for any anguish I have caused you or anyone else.
Tomorrow, I shall eat a slice of tomato.
I think we've got our candidate for the CIA head.
You can handle both the reponsibilities at once, right,
drawdE? Time-and-a-half for all hours after the third
quarter of the fiscal year?
you have given me a smile that should last for eons. Bless
your sweet heart.
anotherliZa--do you mean he can be BOTH the head vice AND
the head of the Crime Instigators Association?
Cool.
I think we may be able to merge the two offices into one.
Although we may not have to if we can recruit this debi
character. She seems to have already figured out my
code-name.
(Anotherzila: I don't know, sounds like some sort of
poisonous clone desert reptile. But it certainly should
detour Big Bro' off our trail, if used judiciously in our
interparty communications. Anyone taping this?)
is still sort of open - I mean there's the round-red
one-that drawdE's gonna eat some of - that can be called
toMAHto part of the time and toMAYto (tho that is WRONG!!)
part of the time - but .. there is another fruit with a
problem: AH pricot ?? or AYE pricot???Under which office
does this fall?
Produce is Dawit's jurisdiction. Haven't you been paying
attention, Voyeur.
Sounds like a tv show.
Did anyone even try to read the post by that HAHAHA
character?
Jujubee, did the storm knock out your e-mail?
It might be fun to rename everything with names we choose.
I like the sound of anotherzila. Kinda catchy. Do I have a
code name? Is it too secret to tell me?
A bad tv show--just the kind I like to watch. No, drawdE.
My e-mail is working just fine....have you checked yours? I
seem to recieve from everyone BUT you. Hmmmmm.
I did read a bit but was put off by the sheer magnitude of
his blabberings.
I made the same mistake (although not in writing, or typing) when I was a callow youth on the TTYC -- one short month ago. I think it's that big -Z- (for "Zed") which pushes its way ahead in our perceptual line, knocking the scrawny little -l- back a few places. At least the letter for which the -Z- is capitalized in order to emphasize what it is NOT (?) is nowhere to be found in this common misperception.
Eh-pricot, say Ahhh-pricot, Tom-eh-to, To-mahh-to whatever. I don't think the issue will ever be settled, so I propose we replace these words with abstract symbols, for which there would be no known pronounciation. We can get our keyboards modified to accomodate the new symbols, but in common speech we can say something like "The fruit (or vegetable, or the thing that there was some dispute over whether it was a fruit or a vegetable) formerly known by a word that started with -A- (or -T-) but upon which English speakers world wide were never able to agree."
(Notice the effort in order not to end that description with a preposition I went through).
I did it! I ate a slice of tomato at lunch. Now I came
home to lay down because I broke out in red welps and can't
breath. I close one eye and still see double.
My adversion to tomatos started as a young child. I grew
up with asthma and allergies, spending the greater part of
my developing years as a "mouth" breather. This caused my
lower jaw to grow downward and when I clinch my teeth, the
front upper and lower teeth do not touch...a gap of 3/16".
This does not bother me and has no affect on my speech or
looks, but if I eat a sandwich with a tomato, I can not
bite all the way through it, so it gets pulled out and
flaps on my chin. Now give me a corn on the cob. I rotate
it counterclockwise (if you are looking at the right side
of my face) and can rake it clean...nothing left for the
hogs.
Sorry, I rambled...must be the medicine I am taking for the
tomato reaction.
I did indeed notice the lenghts to which you traveled to
avoid such a tremendously agredious grammatical offence.
I am impress-ed.
Poor, poor baby drawdE. With so many horrors to deal, how
are you able to maintain your oh-so-quick and smart-alecky
wit?
All forces on alert! A dangerous strain of produce has been
detected on the continent. I implore the M.I.P. to
neutralize this offending "symbol formerly known as the word
that begins with T" and keep it out of the hands of the
nation's good people until a means of hybriding it into a
less dangerous food matter is found. (Perhaps it could be
cross- bred with asparagus? Your call, Produce Man.)
Dr Eebujuj, is there any known cure for this terrible fate
which the earth has wrought upon our drawdE? After all, we
can't have our CIA Vice suffering from "goopy- eyelid-
syndrome."
I feel compelled to inform you a this time that your
President-elect must now write a paper or she will lose her
job. Thus I implore you, if I should reveal myself once more
tonight on this site, it is your duty to require of me proof
that I have written a paper on a poem called "Domovoi"
I leave the well-being of our landmass in your capable
hands.
I would suggest a nice HOT cup of peppermint tea and a big
bowl of Fruit Loops.
Two great tastes, that taste great together! That should
fix him right up.
The Sturgeon General to force the growers to put a warning on the offending items.
Speaking of Sturgeons, haven't they genetically engineered fish genes into these T-Veg/Fruit things, so they're more frost resistant? Maybe the next time I slice one open it will be full of caviar. On the downside, my friends who are allergic to fish will probably croak if they eat a BLT. Oh well, they were warned.
Consider it done M.I.P.
Please see my important posting under drawdE's fishing lure
posting up near the top. He has raised the issue of
Treasurer and, though I thought I might escape this issue,
it seems that economica reality has caught up with me. We
need candidates for this post ASAP. We need someone to deal
with issues of the new system of trade, figuring out How
Many Blenders should be considered fir exchange for one dead
alligator, etc.
I'm sorry that this issue came up in a context requiring a
breach of our "AM/PM" security policy. But you must
understand: this issue is bigger than all of us. I think we
may have to start actively recruiting.
You know, technically I can call you that because the other
one is Lisa...not liZa.
Actually I never brought up the subject of treasury outside
of the AM/PM post. I have done nothing wrong. Now, can we
drop this and get on with the business of the nation, or I
may just go bomb somebody....oh, wait, I am just vice! Ok,
hell yeah I did it, so what!?! Give me a cigar.
Isn't that the infamous "Bass-o-matic" we are discussing
here?
You are right, drawdE. I heard, saw, read nothing. Read my
lips. (fingers?) I am not sure where this sense of urgency
about the treasury position originated, perhaps it came to
me in one of my politically-themed dreams. Yet, the fact
remains:
THE REGULAR VALUES PARTY REQUIRES A TREASURER TO DETERMINE
THE NEW 'DEAD-ALLIGATOR to OLD AMERICAN CAR EXCHANGE RATE.
Of course, we require a treasurer for all sorts of other
duties, such as determining whether it would be in our best
interests to develop a new continental currency known as the
'AMERICO', or whether we should simply apply to the EU with
our tails between our legs. . .Other important duties
include ensuring that no member of the the inner party
spends more than one dead alligator of federal funds on a
toilet seat or household tool (hammer).
This is an urgent issue. I am SO GLAD that the nature of its
importance came to me in a dream, rather than through a
breach of national security. Any applicants? I think drawdE
is overloaded already with his CIA Vice activities. Voyeur?
Can't we just let the dead alligators float? They'll find their own level on the currency markets. On the other hand, I predict the Old American Cars would sink rapidly, and we'd probably have to intervene to keep them from hitting rock bottom.
Do you know any artsie types who could design our new currency? The NorthAmerico (formed by combining the Americo, the Canoe, and the Mexico) should probably have a beaver on one face, a vulture on the other (or is that a bald eagle?) and a chihuahua on the hard-to-find third face.
How about using Voyeur for security/spin dr.ing. I think
she could spin an especially enthralling web of...uhmmm....
t r u t h?
to be nominated for ?????spin dr.ing??? now spin dJing I
could understand, but respectfully decline! And spin drYing
only needs a machine - not creative brilliance... and spin
drIVing happens in teacups at Disneyland... so - please, oh
all powerful junta - what the hell have I been nominated
for????
That would be spin doctoring. Putting a great sounding spin
on something that might be hard for the general public to
swallow. eg. fishy tomatoes. How can that sound palatable?
You get the idea.
* needs a spot in the new regime also. I rhymed--* and spot.
I slay me.
Voyeur, I has humbly suggested that you fulfill our vacant
Treasurer position. Somebody is desperately needed to deal
with price-fixing issues that will arise from our new parter
system. As you may see if you skim the posts above (and a
digression in drawdE's artificial lures post), I have been
grappling with a VERY IMPORTANT ISSUE.
How many blenders (cuisinarts, microwaves) are to be
considered fair trade for a dead alligator? Or an ols
American car?
This is important. We want to avoid the the
dissappointment of arriving at the market only to find
yourself one dead alligator short, as well as the hassle of
carrying along 6 blenders when 4 would have been quite
sufficient. Thank you for considering the appointment.
And surely an alligator skinned, de-boned and ready to cook
with the hide ready for purses and shoes is worth more than
just a plain ole dead one. Maybe we need a book of rules
and regulations that can be updated and changed as time
goes. What should we call this book?
I thought Dawit had solved the exchange issue - let the dead
alligators float and the dead cars sink??It aint Bretton
woods but it'll do! Keep in mind I stopped beinga banker for
a very good reason - I hated it!
re fishy toMAHtos - I think we revert to childhood and call
then "tomato surprise" - hollowed out (so all the gooky
stuff you don't like is gone) and then filled with tuna
salad(made only w/Hellman's mayo)- ?????
Look at this: I try to tone down my YC visitation for a few
days to get get myself back on track and look what happens.
I was just cutting up some tomato to make tabouli and the
slimy stuff ran all over my hands. This is not the point,
though. I examined the tomato carefully and noticed that
there was nary a mention, no CAUTION label whatsoever
stating that ripe tomato may be very messy and/or cause
drawdE's face to blow up.
What do you have to say to that, MIP? Careful or you might
wind up on the skinned alligator/raw alligator/kitchen
aplliance legal tender project.
In true politico fashion, I'll divert the blame to the Sturgeon General. However we are going to launch a (Senate?) inquiry into this incident. I suspect unlabeled killer tomatoes are being smuggled in from Paraguay by unscrupulous grocers with mob connections.
I would like to state unequivocably, that I as the Sturgeon
General did, in fact assign this duty to some junior flunky
who obviously dropped the ball. He will be fired
immediately and this duty will promptly be reassigned to
some other junior flunky. I guarantee. However, it might be
smuggling, in which case, we must look into this emergent
problem right away. Someone should get on it. CIA maybe???
Besides, I like the goo.
what a good idea - AND an outlet for the fruits that have
passed their "use by date" - to quote Dawit :"KABLOOI"
-splat - Thurmond/ splat-Lott/ splat -ooops missed - sorry
etcetc. This is rather agressive - "Offensive Tomato
Throwing" - should we have an OTT officer - or are we all
OTT???
for the OTTer brigade. Who wouldn't want to manually propel rotting splooshy projectiles at worthy targets?
Since you are the M.I.T. aren't you in charge of supplying
the OT's for T-ing?
and it's all been arranged. Just hang out back of your local Safeway and the boys will have some really ripe ones for you. Can you throw a 50-yard splat?
I can hawk a loogie a mighty fur piece.....so maybe 50
yards is an attainable goal.
This exhange rate thing.. and it has raised a major question
in my mind.. Oh exalted Presidente- where the hell ARE we??
I 'm rather worried that the only denizens of our fair realm
with any purchasing power will be those emerging from the
swamps.. I mean Dawit and I will have to subsist on begging
due to an absolute inability to obtain even parts of
deceased gators.., rust-mobiles we've got - but no
gator-bits.. Solutions??
You really must address the Minister of FInance and Treasury
on this issue, Voyeur. Um, as soon as we figure out who that
is. . .I don't know, maybe we could include some sort of
concession in the fiscal code to allow ONLY Northerners to
use nutria in trade. Umm, don't know quite how that'll work
out, though. Or maybe we could all relocate to some nice
tropical locale where there are enough alligators to support
ALL of us equally.
I've got a tiny stuffed gator that my grannie brought me from Florida (in 1961), and a Japanese-made rust-mobile. Are those worth anything, or will I have to resort to selling my body on 13th Ave?
Gators everywhere!!!!!! For free even.
Like a bank that does not take deposits, only gives
withdrawls.
Dawit---How much? ;-)
i.e.20 lbs of gator tenderloin
we have the beginnings of a real money system here! Gator
TEETH - strung on strings(umm duhh) - and we don't have to
deal with the bloody/likely to go "off" bits - and we can
sell the hides to reduce the national debt! And after a
while there'll be enough of them around that we can also
eliminate rust-mobiles and questionable used kitchen
appliances! You get cracking JuJubee - I hope aL immediately
appoints you Mistress of the MInt! Actually, your rubber
gloves from the Sturgeon General job may come in useful here
too - whaddya think??
Since your workload in the sphere of public health has been
relatively light lately, you are appointed acting Minister
of Finance effective immediately.
Appointed? Does this mean I get no choice?
Damn the bad luck.
I was really enjoying my lay-about existence, too.
O.K.--since I can add 2 and 2 and sometimes get 5, this
should be fun. I like the title Mistress of the Mint. Can I
keep it?????
1 car equals 100 sharp, pointy alligator teeth.
1 loaf of bread equals 1 flat squarish molar-type tooth.
Is this a good start?
Also, I think private bartering for anything you can get is
acceptable.
Dawit---Let's barter---5 lbs gator loin and a trip around
the block in my new car.
Yes, the Mistress of the Mint title is fine, as long as you
realize that the novelty title requires you to keep a bowl
of Andes chocolate mints in your office at all times.
I am quite impressed so far. Keep up the good work.
onions...
Only ... if I get to pick the block.
It was me impersonating / imposterating you! (unintentionally).
That made me a little nervous....no one has ever
imposted/impersonated me before. Thank you for the
clarification. Oh, and Dawit,...any block you say will be
juuuuust fine with me.
Just as I thought I was getting away from that title, it
sneaks up from behind and bites me in the butt. I will
always be MOM, won't I?
Andes mints? But, of course.
I HATE onions. In every form known to man.
We'll leave Nawlins and turn right on the I10 to Jacksonville (can we stop there so I can visit my MOM in St. Augustine?), then turn left on the I95 up to NYC, and make another left on the 78/76/70 (possible side tour to experience a climactic antique shop), through the heartland of America -- Wheeling (from where emanated non-stop bible thumping on WWVA reaching my Ottawa radio every night), Columbus, (where we can stop to help aL construct some sort of apartment block appendage) Indianapolis, St Louis, Kansas City, Topeka, Denver, into Utah, then two more left turns, first onto the I15 thru Las Vegas (no gambling please), to LA, then back on the 10 thru Phoenix, New Mexico, Texas via San Antonio and Houston, and finally back to the place where money grows in the swamps.
It's a block, sort of...
with your block. We might want to skip Kansas
completely.....their jail food sucks.
Texas is none too friendly with me, either.
Hey, did you know Oklahoma does not extradite to Kansas? We
would be safe there.
When should I be ready?
Yexas is okay. We got pulled over five times driving across
it, but once we had the sense to stop at the tourist info
center and get a free 'Don't Mess With Texas' Bumper
sticker, the highway patrol suddenly lost all interest in
us. The trick is this-- don't cut off the 'don't' part of
the bumper sticker until after you leave the state. Then ,
be sure to get a fresh one immediately upon entry next time.
St. Augustine has some great bumperstickers, too. I've got
about five from various local businesses plastered to MY
'car'. SOme of my favorites:
St.Aug Music & Pawn- We buy sell and trade guitars, amps,
violins, horses, houses, guns, women. . .
Fountain of Youth Tattoo- Your body is the temple- we're
just here to paint the walls.
I thankfully had the sense never to put a sticker from the
head shop on my car.
climactic antique shop - what a good idea!! turn left off 95
onto soomething in NJ and then up 87... after the visit you
can turn left again on 88 and get back on the block!
favorite bumper sticker - from a truck stop in Virginia
-obviously a few years ago " Dole for Pineapple"
Although my favourite souvenir from Indonesia is my "I heart Megawati" bumpersticker, it has not yet been applied to the posterior of my Asian rustbucket since I hardly ever drive rustysan -- maybe only once in a blue moon festival.
It appears I've been consorting with a band of criminals! I knew something of aL's attemptedly international misdoings but did not suspect JJ-B of persona-non-gratism. And Voyeur must have a reason for hiding somewhere so obscure it's not even listed in National Geographic's Atlas of the World (nor their Atlas of North America) -- although big "C" Climaxes can apparently be enjoyed within the borders of Saska-chew-on, Colorado, Georgia, Michigan, and Minnesota?! I have to admit that I'm no angel, although I've never been caught (except for once in the "gulag" region of China, for being in a forbidden zone -- but I weaseled out of that one by playing thoroughly dumb, and making a reference to the last page of the very first LP China guide helped too).
No matter -- the block can be jiggled and wiggled into a less quadradic but no less worthy shape by veering north from Missouri to Iowa, land of corn and aliZan history, then west to Omaha (on a horse, if possible). On the way back we'll have to zig through the Okla-homey panhandle, then zag down cutting a corner through the backroads of Ar-Kansas (thereby avoiding your Kansas) just about a mile from Texarcana.
As for timing -- should we wait until Juju Jr. is old enough to share the driving duties?
Looks like this year may be the 1st in 7 that I don't get to St. Augustine to visit Ma and Pa Kettle. Unfortunately Gomek, the lonely New Guinea estuary crocodile at the Alligator Farm (richest place in the state) has passed on -- I don't know how they could tell. I went to visit him every year, and he never moved a muscle from one year to the next.
of Dawit's remarks - but must crestfallenly admit to
lawabiding-ness.. Climax IS on maps - bur only because the
only successful business we have (other than the guys who
pumps septic tanks) is a restaurant which is in AAA ..try a
driving map!
ps -jjb - what did you DO to have to avoid Kansas?- is that
why you're hiding out in gator land? ps- heard that song the
other night "poke salad Annie - the gator's got your
granny"!
Thanks to taxidermy.
Well....I am not really allowed to divulge the details of
the litigation, however, I can say this.....it is of a
sensitive nature. Black suits are involved. I am sneaking
back in June for my step-sons graduation. Shhhh, Don't tell.
Also, I am not hiding...they know EXACTLY where I am. That
"gulag" sound way too familiar, Dawit.
As for Juju Jr., which one? I have the girl that was just
12, I have one that is 3, and a brand new boy that is 4
months. I don't want to wait THAT long. I am also wondering
how big a van will we need? I am only taking me. How about
you guys? Just you, or are there others to be included?
I heard about Gomek....he was in the paper. Weird. We do
revere our banks down here. Hand feed them even.
Oklahoma is O.K. If you can deal with that red dirt, that
is. I love Nebraska. Go Big Red! Think we can time it for
the OSU game? Also, I have heard that Climaxes can be
enjoyed almost anywhere. Have I been misinformed?
I was wondering about the most Jr. of the Juju's -- sometimes he posts under your name when you're not looking.
I thought we were taking your new car (mine is too decrepit to take beyond city limits). But, if there's a big enough crowd a van would be better. Best of all would be a magic schoolbus -- we could paint it purple and put big flowery decals all over it. Groovy.
The planning has to start immediately. First order of business is travelling music. I know a few of us would agree on Grateful Dead, CSN&(sometimes)Y, and Bobby D. Can we all sing Simon and Garbunkle's (In Search of) America as we pull out of the driveway?
Midnight is 12.00am.
Following on briefly, with regard to the veggies(?) above,
did anyone see that film, "Fried green tomatos at the
junction hotel" ?
If I remember,there were all sorts of recipies for tomatoes,
alligators,snakes,pigs and other things.
Personally I prefer green tomatoes with mangoes in chutney
if possible made in india by my old friend Sequiera Pickles
of Bombay! The taste beats raw red tomatoes any day.
Ages ago on Anatomy 1 there was the TT tour to Honduras -
with ladies in bunny suits ... this could be better - the
TNT (Tomatoes National Tour)- does aL's rainbow gathering
experience give her the expertise to paiint the school
bus??And the figure head (sticking off the front of the
hood) will surely be a gator head.. or maybe even Dawit's
stuffed teeny one(if we promise to bring him in from the
rain!)
Climaxes are limited in the places where they can be
enjoyed. However -climaxes CAN be enjoyed anywhere -even in
Climax!
Agree the tour's anthem is S&G's "Look for America" ..but
just once in a while can we have some Mozart?
Dawit, are you refering to my juvenile-type postings? I
hope so, that means you are paying attention. We were
planning to take my new antique, however, it is going to be
way too small if ther is to be more-n-two. I like the
rainbow coalition bus idea. We could paint our names all
over it. Also, I have a huge dried gator head hanging over
the front door of my house, we can mount that to the front
of the bus.
Hey anotherliZa, think of this as the campaign trail. We
need to start soliciting contributions right away. I need
those on-the-road-snacks.
Voyeur--Of course you can listen to Mozart. Whoever drives,
picks the tunes. I will be listening to Motown. Do we
really need special outfits?
Thanks Billieboy, I appreciate your vote.
I love them all.
Jujubee, no worries. I am EXTREMELY PROFICIENT at soliciting
on-the-road-snack contributions. See my on-the-road resume.
Without this talent, I would not be here talking to you good
folks today.
A serious proposal: we'll just pull off at any convenient
exit. I will walk up to the drive-through counter and
explain that I am running for president and currently on the
campaign trail. In order to dsave the American people money,
I m depending on the 'kindness of strangers', and would they
possibly have some spare hamburgers for me and my committee?
I KNOW this would work. Back in 96 we encountered a similar
situation and went up to the drive-through. Explained that
our dog was the only one with a license, and he really
needed some beef to keep up his strength. . .
Addt'l. My favorite when I drive is the Grateful Dead, of
course. But I also enjoy other music- - Concrete Blonde, for
instance. (Down by the River (To New Orleans. . ) And
MOzart, and MOtown. . .
Oh, I forgot to add- I'll be happy to do the flowers on the
van, but I won't be able to drive while in the State of
Misery.
Isn't it late? Shouldn't you all be in bed asleep? And you
Dawit...hanging out on street corners while being sleep
deprived! Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
I should be asleep. But the TTYC is a steep and slippery slope -- downhill all the way. It now finds me staying up to all hours, engaged in immoral activities in order to support my bad habits and fund a bunch of (mostly) criminal types in their plan to hasten the downfall of western civilization by spreading hedonistic "hippy" values from coast to coast. O that I had never opened that Pandora's Box of Liberalism that is "Your Choice". The very name smacks of an undisciplined absence of the family values that made this continent incontinent.
Why can't you drive there anotherliZa? What did YOU do?
MOmoney, MOmoney. MOmoney. Yahoo. I knew you were the right
one for the job.
Dawit---What do you mean "undiciplined absence of the
family values"? My absence of family values is extremely
disciplined. I take great pride in that, dammit.
back to bumper stickers - if this is a campaign - we need
them! to give out - what do they say??
Juju - a full sized head on the front??? yeee hawwww!
I did not do anything. It's those nasty highway patrol
people who like to go snooping throughout your things that
DID SOMETHING.
Bumperstickers: How 'bout
VOTE FOR anotherliZa
POT IN EVERY CHICKEN.
we can open a restaurant with anotherliZa's "Chicken POT
pie" ...groan - I didn't really say that, did I??
I thought better of you. BUT.......think of the millions of
dollars we would make!!!! Our "secret" ingredient.
HEE HEE. I can see it now. We will be rolling in it.
They will want more and more and won't know why. Just wait
'till the munchies kick in.
You guts are getting a little goofy now. I repeat, I did not
'retail'.
me and a friend had our own language. We could hold a
conversation and no one would know what we were saying.
"I dddddttts a bronda audamanda fer criwtner."
yeah well I am the king of Siam
I don't understand you at all. I think you guys both need to
sleep it off or something. . .
must have been the corn nuts
unravelling. Or is it our DNA?!
That last post from "juju" was not me.
I am not unravelling. I am ravelled.
Ravel and unravel are the same thing. But you knew that.
How can that be? Ravel, I thought was to tangle and
Unravel was to untangle.
Back on a time issue....Have any of you noticed that the
original post is in Canberra Time while the reponses are in
Tasmanian Time? What's the difference? Enlighten this
ignorant soul, please.
POSITION: TTYC Minister of of Interternal
(External/Internal) Posting.
QUALIFICATIONS: Must have the ability to post messages which
will draw responses on all branches of the Thorn Tree
simultaneously from different continents. Ability to post in
Australian is required.
What?
I am thoroughly confused anotherliZa. I can barely calculate
the time zone difference between here and Atlanta. (That is
a joke....)
I don't know drawdE, you figure it out and report back.
Where are Voyeur and Dawit? I miss them.
Thanks for your kind words.. the ravelling-frazzleing has
had me discomknockerated(great word- huh? - Scouse) - I
await the sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of... ??
Tomahtos/onions/gators/rustmobiles/kitchen
appliances/rainbowed busses....then onions and potted
chickens - dunno - I do think sleep may help! Tho this may
lead to nightmares??
GROOAAAN -- I ate so much of the "Tex/Mex Platter" at QC's that I'm in greeeaaaat paaaaiiiin, and if I get to sleep at all, there'll be nightmares for sure. But how could I help myself -- the boss was paying?!
This is a ravel site, please take your Tomahto rubbish elsewhere!
Jujubee -- are you just ravelled, or are you reravelled (implying that in the past you had been disravelled)? Personally I came into this world preravelled, but unfortunately somewhat misravelled.
If I was an artist who paints with his eyes
I'd study my subject and silently cry
Cry for the darkness to come down over me
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel
(elton john & bernie taupin)
My supper plate just fell in my lap.
unravelled
Rahtatouee
for trying to post and eat at the same time. I hope that Rahtatouee wasn't too gooey.
tomahtoes, onions (green peppers) and AUBERGINES !!!
I like avacadoes. They are smooth and creamy. Soft and
mushy. Party food.
I liked your song drawdE. I still have trouble spelling
your name, but I do try.
anotherliZa--I just purchased a pomegran. at the
market...about to eat it.....want some?
Completely un-ravelled and fusillied, too.
Yes, please. Just a little section will do.
Don't get a chance to eat them up here. I learned my lesson
years ago about purchasing this sort of fruit from grocery
stores up north in the winter time.
(German Dungarees).
Back to froots and veGETibles (that's how a Vietnamese women I know pronounces it -- with a hard "G").
I had one of those Vietnamese avocado drinks at supper tonight -- avocado and milk smushed up with ice and blended smooth. Good summer or winter, morning noon or night.
Pomegranites are out for us northerners of modest means, but since we're in the "P's", has anyone ever tried an unripe persimmon? How about an unpickled green olive?
Is a Bicentenial bOzO!
Upon this 200 post, there will be no fireside chat with the
president. Sources of open flame are prohibited accorsing to
university decree. Sorry, guys.
Saw in a dutch computer mag this week that computers are now
being fitted with "5DTX TomatoBoard" mother boards!!!
If we could toast the Sturgeon General with leeks would
Dawit have a Welsh Rarebit?? or would it be fisheggs on
toast with a side salad?
i deal with sick people every day,please go back to takeing
the little green pills, if not,action will be taken.
this is the first warning,
.
It is right below my shoulder...not at a joint. If I hold
it above my head (like sleeping on my stomach with my head
on my arm) it hurts like hell when I bring it down. Could
this be from using a mouse?
Should I rub tomato on it to make it feel better?
This is one of those unresolvable moral dilemmas, similar to Tomayto / Tomahto. The Chinese are about to usher in the Year of the Rarebit -- no doubt there will be a cheddar shortage and prices will skyrocket.
aL I hope you didn't stay up that late just to be the toohundirth!? Was your flamo-bility due to that cheap beer, or the flamingliZa? And please stop that accursed accorsing to University degrees.
drawdE- The man says to his Dr., "my arm hurts when I move
it like this"
Dr. says- "Then don't move it like this.'
Dawit- SOme days of the week, I am allowed to be up late
because I don't have to be in until 11 in the morning.
Nonetheless, I will take your advise and cease and desist
with the accorsing immediately.
Who is this Dr.Bob? I am feeling alittle violated having the
anem of my #1 deity tossed around so casually as such. And
has anyone tried the green pills? I had the purple ones
awhile back and must say they were no good at all- left me
all shaky.
Now it's my turn to be confused again.. just because I was
the mother of god.. why the hell should I have anything to
do with local politics....???I am this townships token
democrat!And steer weellll away from those bozos..
Voyeur, it is the occasional duty of all YC citizens to be
confused at times. When it is your time, you may find it
useful to bear in my mind that I (and, perhaps others)
sometimes post something just because it has a resonant
sound. The cyber-equivalent, I suppose, to talking to hear
your own voice.
Sorry to be the cause of this flase alarm: your true time to
rise to the duty of confusion has not yet arrived. . .
I'm having enough trouble getting the hang of this icq
thing!But these little practices will probably be good
training for the real thing!
but I am surprised that we haven't heard (read) from Jujubee in more than 24 Irish hours. Perhaps there was an unfortunate fusilli ironing accident. Someone get down there and investigate!
On 2nd thought -- probably has something to do with their l'il potty.
Wait a minute.....Am I still the Sturgeon General, or did
you guys trump me without a hearing? Shame on you dwardE, I
thought you were my friend.
I think I may have jumped the confusion gun......sorry?
What'd I do now?
lol (which means I am being sarcastic in a humoruous way)
It seems that he is also more than a bit confused, The green
pills are for when you have the "runs" (Dheli Belli), I'm
still taking all the others!
Caerphilly is a lot better than Cheddar for a Rarebit
(correct sp), although Old Gouda is pretty good as well I
find.
Getting back to alligators, anyone tried a steak?
Of course you are still Sturgeon General. And the work has
been piling up. We all Malaria complicated signifigantly by
carpal-tunnel syndrome. You will notice up above that our
Minister of Vice is suffering from a dangerous case of
"upper arm pain." Get crackin'.
Yummmm. It gets all brown and crunchy. You are so silly
Dawit.
Hey anotherliZa, I am excused from treating the MiV...he
had a consult with anotherdR. Not my problem.
As for the Malaria incident, I sent at least 1 1/2
helicopters over there with enough necco wafers for
everyone afflicted with the syndrome. That should be
cleared up in no time.
Gator is good eatin'.
As for the self-proclaimed "Dr. Bob"...I will need to see
you license and registation. Please assume the position.
Plus, those green pills are not for everyday use, just for
Mondays. You quack!
Shame on me for consulting anotherdR. I ask questions and
y'all don't answer...always gotta figure it out on my own.
So no wonder I am confused 67% of the time.
Is the alligator our party icon? or the rhino?
Alligator. I vote 'Gator with no regrets.
all of us, sitting on the couch, watching the box...
couch perGATORs
unless the expurGATORs have gotten there first...
I know this is childish, but I prefer the Conversation
Hearts made by Necco to the boring round discs. I like candy
with a message.
The only candy I ever liked was sweet tarts.
I vote the gator too. Hey I have a cool idea. We can have
shirts made with a gator emblem and wear it at the
convention. I say we hold the convention in New Orleans.
Am I jumping the gun here? When did you say you could run
anotherliZA? How old you gotta be?
another liZa,purple pills are soooooo good just watch out
for the sideafects of dizzyness,
.
bille boy,green pills are not for the runs they are for the
joggers
.
drawE,why are you waveing your arms above your head in bed
they should be handcuffed to the head board.
.
jujubee before you can take office you need to come and see
me and get acompleat examimanation,i'm geting so excited
over the thought my spelling going to pieces,i need to take
a blue pill.thats better
.
you can all make payments the usual way
remember to keep a popen the pills
a medicated society is a happy society
I won't be eligible until election year 2012, but I'm sure
it couldn't hurt a thing to begin campaigning ahead of time.
HA!
I vote GATOR.....and dirty movie. Yahoo! Conversation
hearts are right fine with me, too. I especially like white
and the green ones.
Oh anotherliZa......Starguy has a crush, Starguy has a
crush. WOO HOO. You caught you a man.
drawdE-You only like sweet tarts? What about jujubees? Do
you see how sad I am?
How old will I be in 2012? I can't count that high.
Should I set him free or make him chew off his own foot?
I'm just here to check the meter.
Is Starguy the same as *?
Also, still waiting to find out if dr bob is a Quacker, or a real Dr. of Pillosophy. He could provide us with another campaign slogan: "A pill for every problem".
Make him eat his foot!!!! Can I watch? I have alkyhol and
Dam-Baids standing by.
Dawit--no, not the same at all. I don't think.....hmmm,
maybe the same....I don't know.
about how this is shaping up - "Pot in every chicken" AND
"a pill for every problem" - this time the question will be
"where's the chicken??" - ooo - Dr Bob having joined the
party (poun intended) perhaps I can give up the "spin-dr"
function - and get ready to answer the question above: pleae
can I get a large chicken suit and be the mascot??- as long
as jjb promises to keep them gators aawayyy
That Dr. Bob is billing in alligator teeth!
Gator and chicken, stirfried on toast with leeks ?
Stuffed tomato on the side
If we had a frozen chicken we could play spin the chick....
This game is not the same as toss the flattend duck(for
ozzie readers this is similar to two-up but with one duck)
wow did jujubee every pass the test with flying colours,now
that she has passed she can take up the post of sturgon
general,
the bill comes to a big plate of gumbo and a cat skull
.
voyeur:what is this thing with the chicken suit,please
explain?did you have to much kfc as a child,or is it a out
would expresion of some inner termoil,or is the maid dress
at the cleaners!
Thanks! Your approval means sooooo much to me, considering
I already had the job.
Voyuer, I promise to keep the gators away from you. "Dr."
bob does not get that same reassurance. Get him boys!
When in high school, I use to have a pair of orange cowboy
boots with lizard skin toes. I think back to those times
and crack up at how rediculous I must have looked.
apointment to office in your own mind does not count and is
not officaly recognized but now you are certifed and
certifiable nothing and noone can stop you.
.
drawE:do not worry about wearing strange clothes when young
and i think orange is a very nice colour,just never over do
the bell bottoms .
.
where has anotherLiZa gone i was just about to start up my
syKEYatTRICK serVICEs dePARTment just for her
.
Any more rarebit tips you could provide? I'll have to look for Caerphilly around here -- there's a cheese shop about 3 blocks away I've never been to. If I can't find it Gouda will have to do.
Speaking of bad boot memories -- sometime at the height of the disco craze, my elder sister (who had recently returned to Ottawa from Edmonton), gave me a pair of big square-toed blue suede boots with denim uppers. Kind of a cowboy-disco thing I guess. Well I never wore them until I moved out west and discovered that everybody had to dress "western" during Stampede Week in Calgary. They were the closest thing I had to cowboy boots, and I wore them for one week per year until somebody told me very sincerely that they were completely atrocious. I have donated them to charity, 'cause I think somebody out there would like them.
that your PollPost just celebrated it's one-month birthday? Averaging > 7 posts per day. One of the most varied and open-minded threads around -- anything goes!
Nifty noting, Dawit. I had not noticed, so, Thank you.
I wonder why the fashion catastrophe you all describe never
happened to me....hmmm. Maybe I am just too cool for school.
*Note to all* Each and every posting directed to "bob"
should be read with a sarky tone.
FYI, BOB--I was appointed to my present position of power
many, many postings ago by our illustrious President-to-be.
Whether you believe me appointed, certified, or worthy,
matters little or none to me. I was un-stoppable before,
and shall remain so.
where does all this hostility to people in power come
from,is it the preasure of office,or are you
hideing/surpressing your true fearlings for doctor bob
Our Sturgeon General has evidenced no hostility whatsoever
towards the people in power. She was eager to take up the
job as soon as the opportunity was made available and has
undertaked her duties with the utmost dignity and grace
since that time, other than that unfortunate Malaria
breakout a few days back.
Okay, does anyone remember "jelly shoes"?
Nope, not me. Besides, the Malaria is under control now,
isn't it? Taken care of.
Jelly shoes? Where we live, the kids (12-13yr olds) love
them. My 12 yr old has a pair of the cutest coraly-pink
slide type fisherman sandles. I personally have never owned
any.
Just my little addition to the topic of child-shod memories
of which we might be ashamed. Everybody had them when I was
in elementary school- (3rd grade, mebbe) All the really cool
colors were always sold-out on my size. A trauma which
haunts me to this very day.
from jelly-filled donuts, or is it the other way around?
On more serious matters, the Sturgeon General should take note of this wonderful invention which is sure to improve the health of our citizenry. Even cures insomnia:
http://www2.active.ch/~gerstei/
And, from this side of the Atlantic, something that reminds me of a particular Beavis and Butthead episode:
The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man walked into Burger King in Ypsilanti, Michigan at 7:50 am,
flashed a gun and demanded cash. The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn't open the cash register
without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they weren't available for breakfast. The man, frustrated, walked away."
childhood is the time when the world shapes the views you
have,if you have bad experances they can follow you and
shape the way you see things,we are but a collection of
memories !
.
anOTheR LiZa :the urge to be accepted, or liked when young
is strong,but once the personality is established,we can all
look back and see the silly things we have done,there should
be no shame atached .
I have curly hair which was uncool in jr school, so I would
wet my hair in the mornings and take a comb, pull the hair
to one side, and leave it in my hair to hold it down until
it dried, which would make it sort of straight (until the
wind blew). Once I went to school and these girls were
laughing at me leaving me wondering why...then in first
class this guy looked at me and asked "why do you have a
comb stuck in your hair?"
There is great news today !! Aside from "pot in every
chicken" we need to become the party of preventive medecine
- and not just the Sturgeon General is required - but also
the Minister of Indonesian Produce and the Spin DR (position
vacant ) - because - it has been proved that ..tahdah ....
TO-MAH-MAY-TOES PREVENT CANCER!!!!and even drawdE can be
protected because even "processed" ones work!
I can see it now - I will add a necklace of the round red
ones to the Chicken Suit!
I will go to that site---it better not be a joke. Most of
those things listed were good ideas. For the last year I
have either been pregnant, or breastfeeding, and none of
those things are allowed.
Voyeur!!! I did hear that! How exciting. I am thrilled,
although I hoped the cancer preventative was in the middle
goo. I was going to make the proclaimation that required
all citizens to partake of the reddish goodness daily in
any appealing form. That includes you, drarwdE.
anotherliZa--I am so much older than you, that when those
Jellies were in fashon, I was too involved with (eeegad)
college.
I lost my spaces! Darn it!
I'M so old,,, I still have, and use a lot warmer weather, a
pair of "Jelly Wellies" - bought in London in approx 1970ish
- they are ankle high - and here's the really neat part -
they are swirls of pink yellow green and blue on sort of
cloudy-clear! They never fail to stop traffic if i forget
and wear them into town...
Voyeur, those exactly the type of Jelly SHoes I would have
wanted- as I said, the cool one's were always sold out in my
size.
Also, you reminded me that I need to look up the Russian for
Voyeur as my students have asked for it. I think it might
have been a passing fancy, but you gotta do what you gotta
do to foster interest in these dead languages.
How much Latin do you know?
I know a little but most I ever knew I have forgotten. I
need help with this phrase : Ameritus Pectum Laboretum.
I am not confident about the spelling, but the
pronunciation is right on.
I am sure one of you brainiacks will know it. I heard it in
a movie the other night and the context gave nothing away.
Voyeur---I want some of those booties, too. We should add
those to our uniforms, don't you think?
Juju - no jelly wellies for the campaign workers until we
get that time travel machine- and go back to "Swinging
London" (oh god - it REALLY wasn't as bad as Austin Powers
would have you think!)
aL - from your little snippet above .. does that mean you
have your students reading this?? and translating it into
Russian??? the reconstituted KGB is gonna get you for
hatching a CIA plot!!- foro that you have to wear blouses
with LACE on them!!!
Jujubee- Sorry, I don't know jack about Latin. I am also
proud to not not French. The 'dead language' quip was an
allusion to the fact that native speakers of Russian are
literally dying out. Maybe the Language Police will bless us
once again with his/her illustrious presence and share. The
only latin phrase I know well is 'Ars Longa, Vita Brevis."
Voyeur- Bob no! My students reading this? I have a hard
enough time maintaining my decorum in fromt of them. The
subject just came up in the course of doing some drills: the
student actaully asked for "peeping tom," but then amended
herself (figuring, I can only guess that I wouldn't know
her 'hip lingo') to "voyeur". Besides which, have you no
faith? I would not compromise national security like that!
*hysterical laughter* I am trying to avoid falling out of
my chair, al and Voyeur. You kill.
If peeping tom is "hip lingo", I am way more with it than I
thought. Yea, me! I shall immediately inform my oh-so-cool
12 yr old. The eye rolls shall begin!
I am making it my new quest to find those nifty jell-like
boots. I will look in every nook and cranny shop in the
city. There is bound to be a pair or two somewhere. I will
keep you abreast of my findings.
My Einstein look-alike husband has decided that the above
phrase has something to do with -perpetual wandering
through a maze, or wandering through the maze of life-
We should find out because that might make a good slogan
for our flag.
anotherLiZa : i am impressed,i would never have thought you
were a teacher,be on your toes the little ones are allways
planing something behind your back.
.
WHAT THE HELL ARE jelly boots,why is everyone so obscessed
with them
.
voyeur :what is this thing you have with clothes first the
chicken suit now lace shirts,what are you some kind of snow
dropper.
.
plus who is in control of security around here who is the
head of police,
I think you just made that up. But it sounds good.
What about the guy shoes? I have a pair of earth shoes.
Can I wear those to the campaign?
drawdE, I feel that it would highly innappropriate (read:
ungoodthink) for you to be shod in natural fibers whilst the
rest of us are adorned in colorful petroleum byproducts. We
have to present a united front. Don't you have any plastic
shoes?
Who do you think I am? Ingo?
Only thing I can get close is tennis shoes. And only the
walking type, since I dont run and think that is a waste of
energy. Or I could strap pictures of an oil tanker on fire
off the coast of Oregon around my ankles. Would that
suffice?
Snow dropper??? Shouldn't you be dealing with eyedroppers??
and I'm certainly not a snowdrop - little demure things that
they are.. if anything a brazen DAFFYdilly- but then -
you're a Daffy Duck...
And Daffy, ole boy, in this Party - all appointments are the
sole perogative of El Jefita -aL. Volunteers are considered
- but not necessarily taken into account..of course, extra
consideration WILL be given to those who already have
jelly-footwear..
Jellies DO come in men's sizes!- check your sleazy local
chain store anytime now as the summer stufff comes in...
I am of the belief that a nation founded on the principles
of a plastic-alligator economy and geared towards providing
pot in every chicken does not need police. I know that
they've never been anything but trouble to me.
Yes, men's jellies CAN be found. I suggest your local
homogenous american discount store. They tend to be brown-
you will fit in best if you can find sparkly pair.
Would someone care to condense what we have discovered thus
far?
Time
Tomatoes
school
football
alligators
name pronounciations
the presidency
campaigning
ruses
foreign pasteries
CIA
Physical exams
olive oil
other fruits/veges
sickness
cars
spin doctoring
jelly
shoes
plastic
what else?
You forgot the green pills, the purple pills, and imaginary
Latin phrases.
On a COMPLETELY unrelated topic, I imagina an innocent
passerby might look at the outside post and think, 'My Bob,
how long *does* it take to figure out waht time 12 midnight
is?"
How's your work in Vice coming along, sir?
HA! Couldn't be, I heard it with my own ears.
Speaking of COMPLETELY unrelated topics, I am wondering,
well, not THE wondering, just curious...no..not THAT
curious, what I mean is, I want to know....yeah, that's it,
I want to know, anotherliza, is if we could change the work
week to only 4 days and always have a 3 day weekend. Now
this is workable if we change from a 24 hour day to a 36
hour day. I think that would be a terrific campaign
promise. I would endorse you if you said yes. Oh, wait a
minute, I already endorse you. Hmmm. Nevermind.
Note to Dawit and drawdE--You can get these real neato
white plastic sandles down to the Family Dollar Store. It
would look real purty ifn ya'll glued up some sparkly
glitter on 'em. WOO HOO!
thanks for the footwear fashion tips. I'll go sub-shopping this coming weekend. I just hope sparkly plastic jellies and hand-sparkled white plastic sandles fit into the strict "business casual" dress code proclaimed by my other-life leaders. Since I'm in the plastics business I would think anything goes.
Ameritus Pectum Laboretum -- "Effort expended in the production of jams and jellies is good."
um, I think there was quite a lot about tradeable kitchen
applliances (blenders etc), plus exchange rate mechanisms,
and touring ina brightly painter school bus with an gator
head on the front - avoiding certain states where certain
party members have had difficulties with that force we
aren't going to have!
Jujubee, I got some plastic sandles from mexico...they are
so mexicoish. But I was thinking....your code handle is "I
want to know", mine is "I was thinking"..what's yours dawit
and anotherliZa and voyeur? Anyway, now I forgot what I
was thinking... ... ... ... ... ... oh yea, I might get a
pair of those white plastic shrimp boots and paint some red
tomatos on them. What do you think about that Dawit?
Would it be ok if I wore burmuda shorts with that?
I would just like to change back to a 5 day work week
instead of this 7 day thing I seem to be going through now.
anotherliZa...the Vice work is coming along fine, thank
you. I am doing nothing like a good vice does.
I think I was lumping the pills into the sickness part.
And as for as that imaginary latin phrase, it could mean
"An order for organized work"
Good Morning!
on white plastic would stand out real nice. Anybody remember the cover of the "Best of Cream" album with the vegetable drawings on the white background? Watch out, here comes the Tomatofoot gang!
Code handle? I never thought about that. Maybe I should provide some balance to yours and JJB's -- how about "I was NOT thinking and do NOT want to know"?
My dos centavos on the work week. Shouldn't work be like play? If so we could try to sell the 0-day work week!
drawE ; why do you blame ingo for his views,you may not
agree with them,but he/she has a right to express them no
matter how stupid or wrong he/she is.
,
voyeur:doesn't know what a snowdroper is,ha hha ha ha ha
haaaaaaaaa,
,
jujubee ; we should have a two day working week,double
everyones pay, have ten mounts payed holiday a year,and time
off for bonding and team work exercizing,
'
another LiZa ;i see you are now fixating on me by the
number of times you menshion me in your posts ,thank you for
the effort i welcome the oppertunity to be a roll/hero
figure in your life.
aL is fixated on all things bob and bobbish, or even remotely exhibiting bob-like tendencies.
Can I hang out down here with you guys? You're the only
ones that are playing nice .....8-)
Hey, chmer, nice to have you. You are perfectly welcome to
hang out down here, but you may have to join some sort of
commitee. See drawdE's post 261 for examples of acting
commitees.
I see that you are ALL taking the name of Bob in vain. Slack
be! Get thee to a Local Temple of Subgenius immediately, for
you know not of what you speak.
On a seperate but related topic, and possible fodder for
another commitee, how longer do YOU think I can go without
doing laundry? Taking all bets on line 8 as we speak.
There's a difference. There is only one Bob but Bob and Bob is his name, but there are many bobs, and I suspect some of them are false bobs.
aL, I have no idea how long you can hold out. Do you sweat as much as me? Does your employer have any standards? But, here's a publicity stunt that will get you and the Normal Values party into the public eye (and possibly their nose as well). We'll take up a collection to buy you new clothes, and rent a warehouse to throw all your dirty clothes in. We'll set the record for the biggest pile of dirty laundry ever amassed by one person. When you're finally elected to high office we can either burn them all, or ship them out to all the laundromats in NorthAmericaLand.
The problem is that my concern is very real.
So, to answer your questions: Does my employer have
standards? As much as you know about my sordid and
variegated former real renegade life, you should be able to
answer that one on your own.
My wingnuts (students) do have some sort of standards: it's
hard to keep their attention when teacher smells funny.
I dont blame him for his views, each to their own. It
would be boring world if we all thought the same alike.
anotherliZa, I would bet you could make it about two months
without doing laundry. What I do wonder is how do you wash
those dreadlocks? Doesnt dirt get trapped in the weaving
and start to smell?
Hi everyone,
Due to my love of fast cars ,I would like to be considered
for the position of Minister of Transportation
My qualifications are:
1)I can fix almost any car(or magic bus)with just baleing
wire and a roll of duct tape.
2)If I can't fix it, I can hot wire a car (don't ask) with a
paper clip and a chewing gum wrapper.
I think that laundry can be left indefinately ,or at least
until your friends stop coming around ....
Whew! I have missed a lot!
Welcome chmer--I say that but at the same time please note
that I do remember that you voted for drawdE in the am/pm
thing. I hold no animosity. Really. Do you know anything
about Chevy Corvairs? I have one. 1966. I traded for it.
"dr"bub-Only 10 mounts per year? Um...I might have a
problem with that.
drawdE--Those shrimp boots would be great! Could you make
them for me, too? I would love that with my tutu. I have no
"code handle" You silly head.
Dawit--ummm...nothing I guess. Oh yeah, I remember now,
your interpretation is wonderful! I vote for that. Also, I
do remember that Cream album...I have it.
anotherliZa--Your laundry quandry-(I made a rhyme)--I am
thinking you might be able to go indefinately, are you
still bathing the body that wears these attires? If so, you
might just leave them on in the shower, then you would
never have to take them off. If not, then...you are on your
own. Losing friends quick, I bet.
Voyeur---I don't know what a snowdropper is either, so...HA!
on him(he knows who he is).*tongue out at you, bob*
I am sorry to admit that I have given up the fight. Please
don't be dissappointed in me- I have let my laundry go for
weeks and months before but I just couldn't do it this time.
Being chained to civilization as I am and having as small a
wordrobe as I do right now, I was stuck in the laundry
quandary. I. . .went to the store and got quarters. I knew
this say had to come, we all did. Now, pull yourselves
together.
You know I don't have dreads right now, drawdE? The upkeep
on those things is quite a pain. Even without, I still
manage to be the biggest freak of nature in my department.
I perferred to think of you in dreads...kind of hippy style
in the 90s. Welcome chmer. We need some people down here
who can tell the time. Jujubee, I will have to order those
boots from your side of the world...they dont sell them
here, I looked and looked, even went to Big Lots (ding)!
I have a question I would like to ask you peoples.
When the machine logs on does it sound like its saying
"neat neat neat, on the job"?
Also, whats for supper? All I have in the fridg is beer and
chocolate covered cream filled rounds (krogers version of
ding dongs)and a pot of green sweet peas. I got bread too,
so maybe I'll cook a stew with it all.
Sorry 'bout dissappointing you. If it will make you feel
better, I will reveal to you my top secret master plan to
continue my slow-but-steady "World-Wide Coup by means of
Travelling Soup Kitchen." Namely, after I get my next
degree, I plan to get right back out on to the road. I can
only handle this silly PR thing for so long. I knew it was
the beginning of the end when I purchased my first pair of
slacks. Their is only so much irony I can handle without
writing the words 'no irony' on my forehead in black magic
marker. Anyway, I'm sure my dreads will return within little
time of my return to my real life. It only takes a week with
out a comb before they begin to emerge. Never fear.
My computer speaks Hungarian, so I'm afraid I can't address
that question for you, drawdE.
Okay, Jujubee and Voyeur, do you think you could get back to
that 'You are sooo much younger than me' nonsense? I went to
buy beer tonight and they didn't card me. I'm afraid I'm
going to develop a complex.
Into the cheap american beer again eh. Re dreads, my nephew
had them for several years until a few months ago he shaved
his head. I havent seen him yet though. Is this a special
gift you have to grow them liZa? I vowed to never become
"age biased" but am finding it increasingly difficult as I
age ...there is a theory in that somehow. Enlighten me by
entering Dawits birthday thread liZa.
..this is like a chat room. I am not saying anything,
making judgements or telling one what to do...just
observing like a good vice prez does. But why does
enlightenment require entering Dawits birthday thread?
How did I miss that one! Green olives taste horrible...bitter
as hell. And unripe persimmons dry your mouth out to a
Sahara-like quality.Not nice, not nice.
Welcome and yes we need someone who can keep the Slugmobile running. I have trouble comprehending any device with more than one moving part, and regularly have to use the excuse "I'm a 90's guy" when people are surprised that I don't know how to open the hood on my car.
drawdE -- If my computer said that to me, I'd punch it.
aL -- "... biggest freak of nature" in a Slavic / Russian studies department? You shouldn't have to run for office, you should simply be proclaimed Empress of all Existence by virtue of your awe-inspiring and hypnotic freakiness.
you must be as curious as I am. Some experiments are only tried once.
Never, ever eat a green persimmon! ha ha
I was carded the other day buying cigs! Can you believe
that? Now...let's talk about age. This is a big thrill for
me because I am ancient. Please don't feel bad al, you will
be carded again. I promise. If they will card a fossil like
me, surely they will card you. Remember when we were 16 and
praying NOT to get carded? HA! If only.....
Hi to uneven and Robert. How are you both?
drawdE-I surely will be plum tickled to acquire a pair for
you. Dawit, do you want a pair also?
I love dreads, but my 45 yr old husband thinks I should be
more "grown-up" than that. I have a secret, though. I have
them growing INSIDE my head. Fooled him, huh?
Robert--ever think of trying pickles instead of those nasty
green and black nuggets? Pickles are good. Go back up and
read my song. Sing it if you like, I won't mind.
Dawit, you are 100,000% correct. Hail the Empress
anotherliZa!
I am just great thanks. Baby dill pickles with
garlic...mmmmm. My youngest son is hooked, he sometimes has
one for breakfast.
Dread innies. Do they get ichy? Not tonight dear I've got a
head dread.
I can't tell him. He would have a freak attack.
My 3 yr old would rather eat pickles than candy. She likes
them sweet, dill, bread and butter, okra, you name it,
she'll eat it.
To any and all that care--did you know that no matter how
many cable channels you have there is still nothing decent
on the tv between the hours of 4:00am and 6:00am?
you are ALL mere children - even you , Juju, compared to
me...not only do I not get carded.. they don't call me Miss
anymore - it's the dreaded... Madam... aw shit. Thin.
straight gray hair .. no hope of dreads - inside or out...
Ah well - back in my chicken suit - that'll hide the
evidence!
aL - it's the slacks that are making you look soooo mature -
revert to jeans - and Jellies!
harebrained, we now know we can call you "hairbrained".
I am so excited by all of this that I am sprouting
inner-dreads as we speak. Unfortunately, I am hereby banned
from YC until such a time as I can explicate the
metaphorical/ inspirational meanings of 'sleep' and
'laziness' in two really old poems, or whatever it takes to
fill up a 5-7pg course paper. So.
As you were. . .
jujubee are you on to me or am i geting a bit paranoyd,in
post 287 are you trying to send me a message,just nod once
for yes and stand one on one leg for no.is my cover blown.
.
by the way snowdropers are people that take other peoples
underwear off washing lines,
.
Why would anyone take someone elses underpants off the
line? That is just weird.
What could you have possibly gleened from #287? You are
always paranoid, always have been. Now...dr, gleen that!
After careful consideration, I have figured out what you do
with the underdrawers, "DR". Yes, I have you figured out.
No doubt about it now.....Tell me if I am right.
Jujubee, you are one fox...as in sly.
I am a fox in other ways, too.
Well living out here in Southern California we have an
abundance of olive trees and since I am a nut for olives I
tend to 'cure' my own. I know about six different ways to
make them...all good. Cracked green olives are delicious when
homemade. Gotta soak them in water for about two weeks being
sure to change the water everyday...without fail. The black
Morrocan style salt cured ones are good too but they take
forever to do..about four months layered and stacked in salt.
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Visiting this post is like going fishing for deepwater rock
cod. It's *SO* far down but teaming with life. Yep, take a
five pound lead weight attached to 500 yards of Spectra line
with a 10 hook gangion and throw that baby over..hell, you
could finish off a beer before the thing hits bottom. Hell. I
could even go and ....(no, no, ...mustn't go there) Well yes,
it's sorta like waiting for all these posts to load. And
then...*THUNK* you're there! And you can feel whenever a fish
is hitting your bait even though it's about 800 ft. down. How
do they live there? Bottom feeders. Bright and colorful when
seen in the daylight.Bright reds, pinks and oranges, barred
striped, spotted. Amazing and so delicious. Like some of the
posters here. You gotta go deep to get to the good stuff!
Since the last time didn't work...what the hell!
Tiga Ratus!
On posting the 300th post.
Also, thank you for giving me something to read this night.
WE have: El Jefita, the Minister of Vice, the Sturgeon
General, the MIP, the MOT ,RoMO, the Chicken Mascot and
the,hanging on by his fingernails,Quack... plus occaisoional
and welcome visitors(like Chmer) - -I guess it was all the
"M" ones - ok think I've got it striaght now!
Given the last few aditions , I think we need a Minister of
Hirsute Affairs..volunteers??
I would gladly take that position but alas I have taken on
the title of 'M.O.' as per Dawit's suggestion. Perhaps Dawit
could be crowned with this title? Just don't refer to him as
'El Zorillo'!
El Jefita, the Minister of Vice, the Sturgeon
General, the MIP, the MOT ,RoMO, the Chicken Mascot and
Quack. . . we really are starting to sound like a rap group.
. . or a support group.
but i am not a quack,more a snake oil salesman but thank you
for includeing me in the list seeing i have only been here a
little while
i was talking to nurse janice about robet,MO comments about
bottom feeders and i think it's very fiting,like most thinks
in life you have to dig deep down to find the best
(the latter also found at great depths), since my home PC was sick all weekend. So, I missed witnessing the Tricentenial Twit award (sorry RoMO, no prize, just insults).
El Jefe -- in your desultory Oblomovian absence, I've sensed the need for a cabinet shuffle, i.e. an odd sort of dance. Tell u what, Robert's, knowledge and skills are diverse and deep, so in addition to his MO duties (as time consuming as they may be), he is eminently more qualified to take over the IP department from me. That way I'll be able to devote my full time to Hirsuteness of State. But, I'm technically only qualified to handle the neck down (Minister of Hirsute Affairs, Neck Down, or MoHAND). Either yourself or Jujubee are natural Nogginhair experts so one of you could be the Ministress of Hairy Heads, Inside or Out division.
RoMO -- El Zorillo would be right if it were on my back! From another topic I know you're an expert in "perfumes" too!
Titles to keep track of.
I am now the Sturgeon General (MOM), and the Nautral
Nogginhead--co-Ministress of Hairy Heads--Inside division.
Is this correct El Jefe? I feel like I have forgotten
something important....glad I am not Minister of History.
dr obo--Have you thought about my.....er......guess? Your
clues seem obvious to me. I could be completely wrong. Ha!
ahem... with RoMO/MIP and you now MoHAND... in close
proximity on this branch (Mr Hankey would say "sitting in a
tree) .. we had best be extremely careful....of our
reputation!/s!
Juju - sorry - I completely forgot about MOM .. how's the
supply of gator teeth coming ??
aL - glad all those slacks and blouses are cleam..hehehehe
humm - a later thought - RoMO/should be MIPaP (Produce and
Perfumery) ...yay Vetyver!(will be in London in a few weeks
and will try there..)
hummmm - someone I know and love calls me scatty -can't
think why....
MoHANDs to myself, my hands too. Robert, M.O. "on the other hand" keeps his hands ON himself.
Taping myself chasing interns.
They always told me I would grow hair on my palms if I kept
it up. They lied! It's the only place I have no hair!
So I could be up for the title of MIPaP (Produce and
Perfumery)...I am excited! Everyone will be invited to the
inaugural ball. Durian, Mang Da, asparagus and kangkung cah
will be served. Afterwards everyone will retire to their
privite suites which are filled with pikake, tiare, plumeria,
jasmine, lotus, sandalwood, lavendar, ylang-ylang, roses
('Madame Isaac Perrier'), awapuhi ( white ginger), cestrum,
orange blossom, wisteria, orchids, brugmansia, cempaka, and
gaharu. Heaven help you if you have allergies.
can you see how I recoiled when I saw El Jefita.
If not then look again at my e-mail addy.
anotherliZa, no no rap! OK, what we need is a campaign song
I'll start:
PREZ PREZ PREZ, WE NEED A NEW PREZIDENTA
VOTE VOTE VOTE YOU PEOPLE FOR DA EL JEFITA
Mr. Vice---What? You are so weird. I got no e-mail addy
today.
As for the inaugral ball--I will take a big pass on the
kangkung cah, and sandlewood makes me...uh.....vomit?
Could I have the plumeria room.....that would be lovely.
Also, what about gator steaks?
The gator teeth are adding up nicely. They get pretty mad
when you pull out the back ones, but I am plugging along.
It took me a while, but I finally got it. I guess my inner-
dreads are working against me.
oh pleasepleaseprettyplease... can we have a Vetyver room??
or else I put dibs on the pakaki room!!
I am about to leave for three days in the Big Apple -
indulging in IP - and Thai and Chinese and ..??
Unfortuneatley I must leave the chicken suit behind as they
don't let them in the subway .. this will need to be
addressed in the first term!
However - I will check all available locations for various
forms and sizes of jellies - presparkled and unpresparkled.
Carry on the good work and keep the flags flying
oops - have we got a flag???
OK, for you a room of vetiver! NOT A PROBLEM. Will also put a
hold on the pikake room...'jasminum sambac' for the
horticulturally inclined.
A flag would be in order here.
Voyeur, I hope there is more than two ?'s on you voyage,
hee hee. A flag!, Yes we need a flag and someone finish
the song!
Jujubee, It is I ... me .. I am Minister of Vice, remember?
Now look at my e-mail addy and see. Get it? How are you
doing, by the way?
I did get it after I read it three times. DUH!
Three whole days in the BIG city.....I could find all sorts
of trouble! Right now it is still safe for me to go to NYC,
but we could change that!
A flag? I thought there would be a picture of gator
swimming in and eating tomaytoes. Or maybe some
Pomegranites? Sparkly jellies? Rainbows and Potted chicken?
anotherliZa aka El Jefita gets to make the final decision.
That is why we have her---Executive Decision Making.
I think that our burgeoning co-op nation would be best
represented by a patchwork flag, incorporating all the
images mentioned above, in order to best present our
collective and united front of diverse confusion. . .
It sez outside on the main board that there are 319 posts in
here, but that is bold and vicious lie. In the interes of
truth-in-advertising, I am going to post and make it so.
P.S. Did y'all see the post up near the top of the thread
about Jujubee 99?
what do we need a flag for we don't have a country or a
pole to put it on.but we could have a name,what would you
all like to called
Inside this one or another post? No I didnt see it. What
was it?
Dr. boB, we do SO have a country. You haven't been paying
attn.
Sorry, drawdE, it was Jujubee 2000, not 99. An outside post
by Plasticpaddy, I think.
it was jubilee...not jujubee, haha. Of course, that could
be the same though.
With the flag on a pole, I guess now we need someone for
Packing Glitterati.
Make me laugh. Jujubee 2000. HA! I scrolled past it
thinking the same thing....WHAT???
That is soo funny.
I like your patchwork idea. Maybe each of us can make a
square(or whatever shape) and piece them together to really
make this OUR country. That was a great idea.
is this a whole, new and exclusive thorn tree branch?
madness.
welll - It is too cold in this here city for the
spring/summer items to have arrived - there are a lot of
people (luckily I don't know them) who think I am some kind
of crazy ..walking in on a very cold day asking for adult
size , jellies... all to no avail. Sorry.
RoMO - found a herbal shop with the Vetyver oil you
mentioned - tried a bit on my wrist before splurging - lucky
- the pure thing doesn't smell at all like the Crabtree and
Evelyn.. I mean it's nice.. but not what I had in mind..
In general - YES -patch work flag!!and it could have white
triangular thingys all around the outside - to represent the
gator teeth??
BTW -This is my first ever cyber cafe - it's wierd - we
could adopt in - a combo cybercafea nd chinese reestaurant..
It must be extra bizarre at meal times -w ith people on
these black leather sofas wth computers around all the
people chowing down on mu gu gai pan!!
Love ya ! - back to my friendly home puter tomorrow whew
Well- this in an in-complete, aging, and
thoroughly non-exclusive thread. Madness, certainly.
I think it may be non-conclusive too. Or I hope so. I
enjoy you people. Welcome all, just please don't tell "IT"
about it.
You said its name.
the name that must never be spoken,but can it be incriped
The pure vetiver oil is almost *too* much to take. A little
goes a long way...yes, you're right, not at all like Crabtree
& Evelyn.
I expect with Texwad's post near the top there will be a
whole batch of 'looky-loos' visiting here soon. Quick! Round
up the horses and draw the wagons tight.Things could get
weird(er).
We really need to keep up participation if we are going to
catch up with those crazy 'Sexobsession' people below!
leave them alone the battle with cris is going fine,might
even draw out some info on why he is so angery.we are
catching them up very quickly anyway.maybe we could join
forces and take over the hole of the tt.
Does anyone have any funny pajama stories they would like
to tell? I have one, but it is rather embarrassing.
set your sights higher -- we must overtake "Which Country are You Calling From". And although no tangent is too silly to go off on, no cheating please.
Can't really call it a story, but I did have some pyjamas when I was a gawky and growing adolescent which didn't effectively keep the nether regions quite nether. I wasn't very self conscious about it, but on summer visit to my much elder sister's place, she couldn't stand the exposure any more and sewed the fly up. Don't know why you need a fly with pyjamas anyway.
My much elder brothers in law deprived me of my bathing suit (in the lake) at a public beach in Quebec the following summer. I stayed in the water until I almost dissolved, then I my seamstress sister floated out a dinghy to me which I managed to deflate enough to wrap around the nethers which I had since become self-conscious about.
When I was a senior in High School I was the consumate 'Surf
Nazi'. And us surfers hung out with no one else but other
surfers... we had our own fashion sense ( or lack of ) which
could only be called ultra casual. The coolest thing to do
was to wear those plastic flip-flop sandals until the sole
was paper thin... the thinner the better. This, of course,
meant that you were a true surfer because you *always* wore
them. The other fashion statement was wearing a flannel
pajama top to school. Rather hysterical when you think about
it. This ensemble was completed with a pair of VERY faded
Levis...not baggy but not tight either. It didn't take very
long for the principal to ban wearing sandals and 'sleeping
wear'
Welcome back Dawit...I was beginning to wonder what had
happened to you. Thought maybe you might even had gotten over
your insomnia.
How are your nethers feeling now? heeheehee.
ROMO-You wore your jammies to school? On a regular basis?
We would have a jammie day during home coming week, but not
every day. And about those flippys, didn't the pebbles hurt
your piggies? Teenagers.
Unfortunately work has an increasing habit of getting in the way of the real purpose of life lately. Also I didn't have a PC at home this week (getting it back finally tonight).
JJB -- hmm, let me check. Oh yeah -- my nethers are feeling mighty fine. No PJ problems these days because I simply go without.
In school, much to the dismay of my mother, I insisted on wearing the most torn up decrepit clothes I had (in fact I had to hide them so she wouldn't throw them away). I was a loner in that sense since my friends were not really fashion rebels. My favourite was a green "University of Denver" sweatshirt with a suede "coat of arms" (or whatever you call that symbol). It literally fell apart one day in geography class.
I had a light blue short-sleeved sweat shirt that said in
big white letters across the front--BOYS INDUSTRIAL SCHOOL--
then, it had a serial number. This was a real prison near
my home town. There is a picture of me wearing it in my
high school yearbook. I also always wore boys button-fly
Levis, and Aasics wrestling shoes. I was comfortable.
of truly ancient and tattered cut off jeans that were my
"exam "clothes-starting in high school - by the time i was a
senior in college they had achieved a certain notoriety - I
mean in December in Northern Mass. a pair of quite short
shorts did turn heads - anyway - I always did well on
exams.. and after comprehensives (had to pass those in your
major - or no degree) we had a ceremonial burning... we will
draw a veil over how long ago that was. but I still miss
'em.
well, clearly this is not the national anthem... but it is
better than "pip pop poop".. to the tune of row row row your
boat:
Ro, Ro, Ro- Em -Oh
gently thru the swamp
Em -Eye, Em -Eye , Em-Eye PaP
watch the gators chomp!
Mistress of the Mint is she
pulling gator teeth
Ju ju, Ju ju, Jujubee
and Sturgeon underneath!
Mo, Mo, MoHand-us
surely aint no Gandhi
no no no no no no
Dawit's not that handy....
aaaggghhhh - stop me before I kill again!
you slay me voyeur.
Time to raise our flag on the poll.
over the last day or so it seems that I have been rather
lax in posting here.
We could have an antique pj party with eats I suppose,
though it's a long time since I had any "surfers cold
cuts", it also follows that we should hold it somwhere on a
warm beach, however without the surf as this cold be a
distraction to some of the partygoers. I think that 'skinny
dipping' should be allowed, in order to steam up a few
bi-focals and relax everyone. As for food,a few BBQed
alligators could go a long way, but then that would mean
that there would be some more around, so I think freshly
caught sea fish supplied by by the good doctor with green
and red tomato salad?, this should be reasonably healthy and
PC(?).
Getting back to Sturgeon, saw a bit on BBC World a couple of
days ago, these fish get up to 400kg! this could solve the
problem for the Doc, as he is obviously not in the (upper)
loaves and fishes class. As for music, a ghetto blaster
could do at a pinch, but I was thinking along the lines of
an eletric guitar bunch with grass skirts; for the
atmosphere. Lawn mowers are NOT allowed. Thinking along
these lines reminds me of a super nosh on the beach in Fiji
many many years ago, an old mate from school(Poplar Nautical
College), organized it, he was some chief or other's son.
Great time, absoluuuutellyy smahed, the food was out of this
world; as were the girls!(I was single at the time).
A driftwood bonfire should do for the cooking or has anyone
a large portable grill/BBQ they don't need? two cooks should
be enough for twenty, booze will have to be found(whisky
galore style allowed) or we could ferment and distill our
own if the party carries on long enough.For non fish eating
veggies, there will be all the local desert island fruits
roots and a few nuts available as at all good pj beach
parties.
I was wondering if antique silk pj's should be allowed, I
can't remember seeing any with stripes.
Hope this works, its the first time i've tried cut and
paste.
Yeah Siam
I feel so honored to be named in your song! WOW! What will
my grandchildren say? A hundred years from now, my
grandkids can go on the antiques roadshow and take my
keyboard and will be able to authenticate it by the
tomaytoe seeds dried on the keys. Ah, the memories.
We need verses about everybody! The founding parents!
I love you guys.
After careful deliberation, I have decided that I will NOT
purchase a 30 year old vehicle with no front hood.
She has an old ratty Datsun stationwagon with little
plastic dinosaurs glued all over the front of the hood and
roof. The ones in the middle of the hood melted. On the
inside is a beach and ocean scene on the dashboard. Dont
ask me what color it is...
Jujubee. Hows you car running? Have you gone to a drive-in
theatre yet?
Yeah, jjbEE, how is your car working? Mine is lovely, except
I need new rims and I can't open the hood anymore. Oops. .
Good thing I learned long ago to subscribe religiously to
the belief that, "If it's still running, it didn't really
need that part (that we heard fall off half a mile back)"
Incidentally, the only things I have glued to the outside of
my car are stickers. Little plastic dinosaurs might be a
good idea for covering up that hole in my trunk, though. On
second thought, it would probably take one big dinosaur.
Next time I go visit my mother, I'll see if I can get my
little brother to give me his Godzilla.
very good start to the song voyeur,do we need to have a band
to play when the flag is raised and everyone can sing along.
,
no comment on the pj thing ,i'll leave that to the fashion
police,
.
glueing things on the outside of cars is dangerious if you
run in to somone and you have a plastic toy on the hood you
might impail them on it,some places that kind of thing is
illeagle.
Besides, I speak of gluing stuff to the trunk, not the hood.
Believe it or not, at the age of 43 I still own the first (and only) car I've ever bought. I was a bit of a late starter, but I bought a Toyota Tercel in May 1981 and it still goes (once or twice every month when I ask it to). It's been in some spectacular accidents too. Once we had a plymouth station wagon total itself on our rear end, as we sat stopped at a railway crossing. We (car and I) were able to drive away.
The (nameless) vehicle is kind of a rust-dotted silver colour, with a bright yellow hood. There's a long story behind that which I won't tell at this point. Anyway, it's very esthetically atrocious, and easy to find in big crowded parking lots.
Me, I am 6' and weigh 195. I am in the trunk of my friends
MG banging on the fuel pump to keep it running down the
road at 3:00 in the morning (that would be am).
Well, drawdE, you tell those 'friends' of yours that the
future president of some unnamed and
as-yet-non-existant nation says TO LET YOU OUT RIGHT NOW!!!
drawd, drawd, drawd Ee-ee
Minister of Vice
hobble hobble hobble -ee
On his gimpy knee..
Nother, nother, nother Lize
running for the Prez
jefee jefee jef - eeta
we do what she sez!
(here all salute the multi-squared, triangle-edged flag of
the republic for which we eat tomahtoes.)
My most adored new/antique car. I love her soooo much. She
runs...she now stops on command...and one day sometime in
the hopefully near future, she will look as beautiful to
the rest of the world as she looks to me. The rust has
tried to eat her alive, but I have dam-baids in the form of
bondo, that will ease the suffering a bit.
Tomorrow is the big highway outing--trying to see just
exactly what else might need adjusting. Fingers crossed.
Dawit--your car sounds like fun! Mine--if and when I get
done, will be a red that is the very definition of red. As
shiney as hand-rubbed clearcoat can get. We won't get lost
in a parking lot either.
Really digging the tune Voyeur.
But the wheels fell off one friday night in Belgium, '73 I
think. been pissed off about it ever since! Insurance was
good though, got a lot more back than what we paid for it,
those were the days!
I took a bath!! A hot steamy Bath! For about an hour. I
haven't had a bath in two decades. Forgot what a simple
luxury that was. It was invigorating. I turned up the
radio and read the National Geographic's Florida Springs
article. I actually think I dozed off for a bit, too.
Only thing I used palmolive pots and pans dishwashing
liquid to make bubbles. Not sure if that was a good
thing. Next time I'm getting some of that bubble bath
stuff. What do you do for a simple treat to yourself?
I thought you were talking about not buying a 30 year old
car without a hood meant you were not going to buy a 30
year old car with the hood missing...like you were looking
at one or something. I was lost, then I saw your post
above about buying a van. I made a recommendation to you,
if you can find one. Need any tips on what to look for
that may tell you it's a lemon? Good luck.
Sure drawdE, fire away. ALl I've learned in my lemon-driving
experiences is that:
Rust does not go away or stop.
Leaky radiators really DO have to be replaced at some point
in time.
Exhaust systems are 'cosmetic'
Bad brakes do not get better.
What else?
Sounds pretty in Russian, doesn't it? Insomnia.
"Can't sleep- clown will eat me. Can't sleep-- clown will
eat me."
You know, even though the clock has already passed 12 AM, I
am still experiencing the *impending* dread of Monday. It's
here, but it hasn't 'taken' yet. . .
I'm eating a big bowl of squid in a spicy tomato
sauce...yum!!!!!!!. The ridiculous thing is that it took
longer to clean it than it doe's to actually sit down and
devour it. How do you cook squid? Very easy...boil a pot of
water until a rapid boil. Throw in the squid and then turn
the fire off. Wait one minute...no longer or it will only be
good for rubber bands. Drain the water off and serve with a
squeeze of lime or lemon juice and a touch of hot sauce.
Down here, we like our squid deep fat fried. We can get the
tiny bite-sized ones. If you have the big ones, I like
them ringed and fried up with some parmesean cheese. Yummy.
I am not thrilled about the boiled kind, plus, I like the
rubberyness.
Down in the sex-ob we are talking about giant squid and the
frozen one (59ft) that is available for viewing in a museum.
anotherliZa--the clown won't actually eat you, he just like
to chew. Next time you are up around 3 am(thanks for the
12AM) call me---I am awake.
I had a boiled octopuss once, you could still see the
suction cups and his little beak. It took me a while to
swallow it because it kept sticking to the inside of my
throat...kind of like those plastic toy spiders you throw
against the window and they crawl down.
anotherliZa...there a clown under your bed? ha ha ha ha ha
The used car lemon check out:
Since it will be old, the main thing is how well it has
been cared for. So here is a list hope it helps.
Reseach:
- Ask for any kept records of oil changes, repairs, etc
- at a dealer, look at the Seller's title & registration.
If it says "salvaged" it means it was totaled by the
insurance co. (wrecked badly)
- the "Kelley Blue Book" from a library or bookstore will
tell you how much the car should be worth
- from a dealer "as is" means no warranty. Once you drive
it off the lot they are not responsible for anything
Body:
- check everything...windows, seat adjustments, heater, ac,
tires, lights, etc
- stand behind the car and have someone drive away slowly.
Look to see if it is moving sideways like a crab. This
would mean major frome probs
- push down at each tire and see if it continues to bounce
bounce bounce...bad shocks
- open and close doors, hood, trunk for a tight fit
Engine:
- look at the belts and hoses for cracks and oil gumped
around. Look for gumped oil around the engine. Look at
the battery. Just everything. A totally clean and
sparkling engine means nothing other than it has been steam
cleaned which I dont think is good, plus may be hiding
something. What you are looking for is gummy oil build up.
(I have faith you can do this)
- look at the oil on the dip stick for a whitish color or
white bubbles. This is bad.
- look at the end of the tailpipe for a black gummy build
up. This is bad. By the way, mufflers are not
cosmetic...they help in the performance.
- if it's automatic...with the engine running, check the
transmission fluid for a burnt smell. It should not be
dark brown.
Test Drive:
- start it when it is cold and listen for any rattles or
knocking when it first starts.
- drive it hard, fast, on a bumby road, worse than you do
normally and listen for noises or how it feels
- park it in a clean paved area and kill the engine.
Immediately try to restart.
- let it sit for about 30 minutes, try to restart.
- move it and look at the ground for leaks. Look at the
front and back areas.
If you don't feel good about any of this then bring it to a
mechanic. Even if you have to pay a mechanic to test it,
it can be worth the money. He should check everything and
give a written analysis.
Hey, this was fun...Good Luck!
Wow, I really, really, really want a Volvo station wagon. No
shit. One of the older models, like from the early eighties.
I 've seen them with sort of pop-up (add-on) roofs, which
they install, I can only assume, for the purpose of making
it easy to change pants inside. Now that is a Kool Kar.
A station wagon...you would probably get more for your
money than one of those SUV's because everyone is buying
those. And in my opinion, you can do just as much. Those
things are getting so big too...scary for us in toyota
pickups. I figured the next step is people will be
converting semi's into family sedans.
I saw instructions for how to turn a VW beetle into a
one-person camper.
to look for:
gaps around the doors are all the same
put some thing over the tail pipe with it running to see if
any holes in the pipe
look at the wear on the tires
see if the carpet and seats have wear,people treat the
inside of the car the same as they treat the engine
look for gunk on the inside of where you pour the oil in to
the engine and when running how much pressure is comeing out
the hole.
i had one car that used to blow oil out the engine on to the
bottom of the bonnet.
.
never trust anything that the person selling the car says
the cleaner the engine the harder you should look and think
about it
sorry if this comes up again but that internal error thing
came up so here goes
What is the official car of our country?
We need an official bird, too.
We have a song, thanks to Voyeur.
We have a flag, thanks to all of us.
We have a reptile, and a fruit/veg.
What else do we still need, besides a name.
Are we going to need ambassadors? Man, El Jeffita, you have
a job cut out for you. All I have to do is pull teeth and
snap on rubber gloves.
I have an answer to your car problem....find a cutie guy
that knows all that mechanical stuff, OR, take some
mechanics classes at your college. They should have classes
that show you how to look for cars and then how to take
care of them. Also, a class on basic mechanics could be
helpful. I have taken it and I can do all the regular
stuff--changing sparks and oil. All the belts and the
understanding of parts and how they work. Good stuff to
know if you need to go to the car-fixer place, harder for
them to pull anything over on you.
"The official car of the nation of....." did we ever decide
on a name for the "country" or will we always be beholding to
TT and Lonely Planet? Taxation without representation? 'What
taxation' you say? hhhmmm....the likes of 'cris' for
one...thats pretty taxing.
The travelling schoolbus with rainbow paintings and the
gator head on the front? or is that only for campaigning?
Actually the latter I guess, I mean we don't all want to run
into town to get the paper in a school bus all by
ourselves.Humm - do you think they have kits to convert Bugs
into one-person mini-school busses?? I'd go for one of
those!
I vote for the VW microbus, we could all fit in it.
anotherliZa could drive and (like all VWs should be drove)
the pedal to the floor...four speed, air cooled and no
exhaust...can you hear us coming down the road?
dadadadadadada..ummmm...dadadadadadadad...ummm....dadadadada
dadadadadadadadadaadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadad
ada(change gears liZa!)..ummm.... dadadadadadadadada...
or, maybe how about that van cheech and chong had in the
movie?
Yes, drawdE, as you've aptly noted (and as anyone who read
my Bill of Lefty's Rights should know), a VW bus is not the
vehicle for me first and foremost because, um, I can't drive
a manual transmission. Well, I can drive a manual
transmission, but only in one direction and only up to 40
mph.
Yes, drawdE, as you've aptly noted (and as anyone who read
my Bill of Lefty's Rights should know), a VW bus is not the
vehicle for me first and foremost because, um, I can't drive
a manual transmission. Well, I can drive a manual
transmission, but only in one direction and only up to 40
mph.
I will teach you!!!!
I learned a hundred years ago in a Karman Ghia, in rush
hour, in Dallas. I am really good at it. I have taught
several people how to clutch and shift. Easy Peasy.
3 lessons, and you will be an expert, or your money back.
90 days same as cash. 0% interest. No money down. If you
can find a better deal anywhere, we'll double the savings.
Do i have to bring my game up here for you and your new
friends to play or are you coming back down to steven and I?
Com'n....playtime.
keep in mind the following ..
C -crap!!
R -rock
I -in
S -street
ie - just go around and ignore!!
you have lowered yourself to my level and have replied to a
post of mine.
You do not want to take me on, fuckwit...you neither have
the balls nor technique to stay with me in this area of
communication.
I would suggest, for your sake, that you take your own
advice and ignore my posts.
Otherwise..... I will make you regret that you crossed me
and left the safety of the old people's home.
I guess anotherliZa's nightmare may come true...The Clown!
The Clown! Kiss me FatBoy! Can we remember how they
defeated IT in the book?
I would very much like to know when Dawit will get over his
real job and get back to the imaginary business at hand.
Although I 'm happy to support a proposal to increase or
current yearly allotment of sick days from 170 to 385, the
bill will never pass without the support of the masses.
would be well advised to follow the advice that I have
given to voyeur.
A further repeat of any unprovoked attacks upon me by
either of you will be dealt with by extreme measures to
give you the message that I am not to be toyed with.
I have known that your little pathetic thread has been
going for quite a while and pop in every now and again for
a laugh reading your ridiculous posts when it is slow
upstairs.
You have not needed me down here to stuff up this
thread..your pathetic rantings have done that, without my
assistance.
You have be warned.
to require the non-AWOLiness of MoHand(us) .. has been
answered - there is hope that the eminent Minister will
shortly be returning to take up his duties. If I recall
correctly, he is also Minister of OTT (Offensive Tomahto
Throwing) - this post may very shortly need to be activated!
was amazingly synchronistic. I think I ducked in for aboot
2 minutes only once on Monday, then not again until
tonight. I'd invited my work friends out for supper and
they were waiting impatiently for me, but I just had to see
what was up on TTYC. There I was summoned by title right
on the top posting. You made me feel guilty, so I've spent
a long time working my way down here and it's now 1:30 AM
and I am brain-deader than a doornail.
At this point, quiet ignoromacy would be better than
OTT'ing I think. Speaking of labo(u)r intensive, has
anybody tried stuffing little squids? (i.e. WITH
something, not INTO something).
Do not use time as an excuse for being braindead...one read
of any of your posts, at any time, would convince the
reader that you are in a coma.
The tiny ones fried, are fantastic dipped in ranch
dressing. I am frying a batch tonight if they are available
at the fish mongers. If there aren't any, we will have
blackened shrimps. Have you all had those little blue crabs
or the soft-shelled crabs? I think they are awful. Now, I
would take a pound of snow crab legs if you got 'em.
Trying to remember the Sicilian recipe for stuffed squid but
I'll be damned if I can. Think it involved a stuffing of some
sort of spiced/herbed rice or bread crumb mixture.
Last year during the El Nino I had a chance to go out and
catch squid that were 8-10 lbs. each. Lots of fun and it was
right out in front of my house. Used a little squid lure that
had no hooks rather just two rows of quills. It worked pretty
good as I had 20 squid in the course of 40 minutes. The best
thing about catching them was that they squirted ink as soon
as you had them out of the water. We were covered in ink! Had
to toss away all our clothes afterward. And squid ink
itches!Had lots of calamari steaks after that. The whole
neighborhood was feasting. Favorite way for calamari is
thinly sliced, breaded with Panko crumbs and deep fried for
30 seconds then dipped into a spicy tomato sauce. Enak sekali
sotongnya!
(but the Malay's call it something else). I wonder if your special lure/technique is what the Newfoundlanders call "Squid jiggin'"?
1st time I ever had stuffed squid was when I returned to Canada from my 1st trip to Asia in '84/85. I discovered there was a Thai restaurant in Ottawa and wanted to show my sister and her husband what I'd been raving about. Their special that day was tiny squid stuffed with ground moo, mung bean thread noodle, wood ears, black and mouseshit peppers, nam pla, bai makrood, lime juice, garlic, etc. etc. They were superb and have never been equalled, although I've come close myself on occasion (in the old days when I had the spare time to devote to labo(u)r-intensivess).
You should have saved that ink -- the Italian stores here sell it in little plastic pouches, and also charge extra for squid-ink colo(u)red / flavo(u)red pasta. They must de-itchify it somehow. Wouldn't want an itchy mouth.
Dawit, I have a big makrud tree! I've had it for about 10
years now and it is invaluable when I make Thom Ka Kai or a
myriad other number of dishes that call for 'daun jeruk
perut'. I love to use the really young leaves in Larb along
with 'rau ram'. Rau ram smells like rain and we used to call
it 'rain weed'. It has the most incredible fresh taste to it.
Very hard to describe.
In Malaysia cumi-cumi is also known as 'Sotong' as it is also
called this in some parts of Indo. I also have vivid memories
of catching sotong from the pier in Sabang while a baby
orangutan crawled around my feet!
Tonights dinner? Angel hair pasta with an anchovy creme sauce
and a dash of fresh cracked white pepper. Took all of 10
minutes to make.
I love those little rubbery rings. Squeaky goodness.
i have had that ink pasta. It is not bad and no itchiness
to report.
We are having BBQ ribs tonight. Takes a long time, but it
is sooo worth it.
I made a fantastic pork lo mein the other night. Next
time.......squidy lo meiny.
Squishy slimy sea things. . . this sounds almost as
unappetizing as stomach. Methinks I'll have some tofu chili
instead. . .
Gross childhood memory pertaining to the consumption of
seafood (GCMPCS): We are having salmon patties for dinner,
which my parents force upon me by means of ketchup ("try the
liver with ketchup. . ." "try tthe whitefish with ketchup"
"try the boiled carrots with ketchup")
Suddenly I discover a strange crunchy object in my salmon
patty. "It's a bone," they tell me, "it has as much calcium
as a quarter cup of milk."
My childlike mind calculates immediately: for the mere price
of of four salmon bones, I can evade an entire glass of
milk!!!
Seemed like a small price to pay at the time, but I did not
know then that I would be haunted eternally by "The
Crunching of the Salmon Vertebrae" (as seen on TV)
(and his animated underwater friends, Salmon the Saddist,
Trout the Terror, and the Splurgin' Sturgeon Generalisimo).
As a kidlet, the only seafood I liked was fish sticks.
They had to be very rectangular otherwise I wouldn't like
them. Using similar logic, I wouldn't touch cheese unless
it was bright orange.
Nowadays everything goes in, and everything comes out --
bananas, pyjamas, mutton, beef, or trout.
Here we go again RoMO -- masakan / makan, masakan / makan.
I used to make larb / laap all the time. Liked to eat it
scooped up w/ shui cai / sui choy leaves. Hmm, I never
knew the Indo name for makrood. Interesting that "perut"
means stomach.
I know rau ram, and often see it in the local Viet stores.
It's an acquired taste I'd say, and your rain analogy is
apt in a poetic way.
Tonight I had supper with my ex-Kurdish boss's wife and
some other friends. (The "ex" refers to boss, not to wife
nor to Kurdish). She's visiting from Vancouver, and is
staying with her mother, who's my landlord (this is
becoming complex, and is beside the point). Anyway, she
made a pho-like broth with beef, soy, an wu xiang fen (five
spice powder)-like concoction, ginger, and garlic, which
was served with fettucine (?) which was the only pasta
handy. It was quite good. For desert I provided a bottle
of Tokaji Aszu, which I'm not sure I liked very much.
All this talk of exotic foods is making my baked chicken,
brussel sprouts, and corn seem rather boring.
I am now mourning the loss of my asparugus that I must give
up...and it is my favorite. Apparently it is bad for gout.
That and red meat. Hooo well.
I could be referred to as one of those fanatics of
seafood...to the extreme. I love all types of sushi and
sashimi. Eating uni ( sea urchin roe) is akin to licking
rocks at low tide...and I love it! Likewise for things such
as kombu, wakame, nori, and hijiki..all types of seaweed.
OK...so for some really heathen type of ritual we sometimes
will take the heart out of a fresh caught tuna and eat it
while it is still beating all dripping in blood. Down in one
gulp. Followed by the fattiest portion of the belly meat
which usually must be chilled in order to be cut as it is so
oily it will melt in your hands much like good chocolate on a
warm day. This is cut paper thin then dredged through a soy
and wasabi mixture then savored on the palate like a fine
wine the whole time tears streaming down my face due to the
atomic wasabi reaction in my sinus and eyes.Chase it all down
with an ice cold Kirin.Nice way to end a day of fishing.
A nice blob of roasted mochi, or a pungent pile of natto.
Mr. M.O. you certainly have a special and sensual relationship with your food (and many other things). "Live" tuna heart sounds intriguing -- and as far as I know is not readily available here 450 miles from the nearest ocean. We can get acceptable sashimi in this prairie town, but I do take advantage of any trip to the coast to stuff my face with freshness.
I'm glad I'm gout free, drawdE, 'cause I love asparagus. Unfortunately I don't buy it very often since it's @$#* expensive up here most of the time. About 10 summers ago the price plummeted to about 10 cents/lb, and I was eating it daily (and smelling the effects -- I wonder if the chemical that produces that smell is the same thing that makes it bad for gout)? Anyway, after a few weeks of asparagal overload, the price shot back up again -- turns out the Cdn gov't put a stop to the "dumping" being practiced by some U.S. distributors who were trying to undercut the market. Please resume dumping.
Isn't dumping your sphere of influence, Dawit? Or did you
slog that title off on someone else.
Wierdness. . .I just ran into someone with whom I apparently
had a class during my undergrad years. (I had noticed and
thought she looked familiar, but didn't actually figure it
out myself.) Okay, I guess it's not that wierd, since that
particular institution is only aboot 100 miles from here,
but it was wierd to me.
Note to those of you who are keeping track: I have attended
5 different institutions of higher learning prior to this
one. Two of them are located in the same horrible state in
which I now reside.
Blah, blah, blah. Now it is Sunday again. I really think
that we should form a committee to look into the issue of
the Dread of Impending Monday. How 'bout it?
I suggest we start by anagramizing it to DIM. I have a dim view of the Monday that's impending on me and about to impale me. I'm sitting here dreading it because I came to work to get some reeeelly important essential stuff done, and all I've done is made and drank 4 pots of green tea w/ roasted rice, and eaten one bag of microwave popcorn. I've also kept a couple of browsers going catching up on TTYC, and the nasty events in Ambon.
Dumping?? I can't remember. I do like to dump responsibility.
Three more postings before we find out who wins the Quatercentenial Quiff award. I'll quaff to that.
This weekend I should've:
Prepared my stupid one-hour presentation on the
historical-poetic theme of my choice (for Tuesday) in view
of the paper I actually really have to write by next M.
Read all the poems for my Pushkin class, instead of just the
two shortest.
Caught up on the German homework I've been ignoring almost
all term. (I've finished 2 out of 5 chapters, there is one
week left in the term.)
Ditto with the two weeks' worth of linguistics I have
managed to ignore.
Gotten up early on Sat. to go to the mechanic.
But I schmould've (actually did)
Read a book that I wanted to 'cause I liked it.
Made lots of cool props for the Monday's russian class.
Went grocery shopping.
Wasted many, many hours trying to fix my computer.
Wasted many, many hours trying to figure out what sort of
job I am qualified for, outside the Unswept Halls of
Academia.
Note: Actually this week is the last week of classes this
term, which means that the depth and breadth of my
procrastionation should TRULY astound you. Step back and
admire, for I AM TRULY THE SLACKEST OF THEM ALL.
but the force of your uppercase declamation has left me
whimpering in the corner.
But, I have many many shoulda's, probably more than you,
but I won't list them here because most of them are truly
meaningless in the best Dilbertesque sense of the word
(well, I guess yours are too, just translated to to the
U.S. of Amacademia nut setting).
What I have found though is that I still survive without
doing most of the shouldv's. But my choices offer a
dilemma of anguish -- do all the shoulduv's, and be really
exhausted and have no time for anything else, or, the
present state, do far less of the shoulduv's and have some
time to do morefunstuff, but never be free of the nagging
guilt of the shoulduv's that other people are actually
relying on me for. (sorry, bad Latin again).
I've got some important shoulduv's -- deciding peoples'
salaries and job changes for other people, deciding who to
hire and who to fire ... The sort of things I should and
sometimes do feel guilty about if I don't give them a lot
of time and attention. Do feel the same sort of guilt by
thinking that (some of?) your poor students deserve all the
enhancement to their educational experience you can
muster...??
My DIM: I have to be out of my humble little hovel by next
weekend. Been renting this little abode by the sea for the
last ten years and have loved it. It sold for a mere
$750,000.00.....and it's only a two bedroom house built in
the 1930's.
So i should've been packing up things to get the hell out of
here but I've been helping my neighbor put up a storage shed
in her backyard and going through some artifacts I want to
sell. Yes Voyeur, some old masks from the Sepik area as well
as some Asmat grub platters and shields. I keep asking
myself " How many sago paddles, grub bowls, canoe prows, can
one person have?" Somehow I just can't find it in me to part
with the bows and arrows...or the 'penis' from the bisj pole.
Dawit- you are only the third Gaijin I know ( besides me)
that likes natto. And to think that when I was a kid I would
almost throw up when served okra because I thought it was too
slimey. BTW...when I get the tuna home, I steak it then
dredge it in sesame seeds and seer it on each side for the
briefest of time...serve with a wasabi mayo sauce.
So what's happening in Ambon? I've had my nose to the wheel
as of lately and haven't kept up on Berita Utama Indonesia.
Well...not entirely true. I do subscribe to the West Papua
newsletter.
And why is it that if I had one and only one kind of food to
live on I would choose pasta?
Saya harap Dawit menjadi post nomor empat ratus.
I couldn't have/be a quiff anyway. Not enough hair.
Hey Niuguineaophiles -- I just read a highly positive
review of a new book by Tim Flannery called "Throwim Way
Leg". Interestingly the book is dedicated to the CEO of
Freeport (the big mining company) "in the hope that,
through reading it, they will understand a little better
the people whose lives they so profoundly change." The
reviewer praises his great skill at detailed observation of
the natural environment and the tribal cultures.
Robert, this upcoming move must be somewhat traumatic. No
doubt you have a new place not too far from the ocean?
BTW, I discovered natto by accident -- I bought a pre-fab
sushi roll in the equivalent of a 7-11 (Tokyo, June/85),
and marvelled at the stringy gooey smelly rotting stuff
that was inside the thing. I've since become quite
attached to it, and just consider it the Japanese
equivalent to Limburger.
Re Ambon -- have you heard/read anything? Riots started
Jan 19 (Eid ul Fitr) with a small altercation between a
Christian Bemo driver and a Moslem passenger escalating to
serious rioting and destruction in which (up to now) well
over 100 have been killed, and vast sections of the city
have been burned down or otherwise destroyed. If you know
Halim's restaurant (only a block from Penginapan Beta),
apparently that whole block has been destroyed, and you can
see the harbour from there, meaning that everything between
there and the waterfront is more or less flattened. The
Pasar Mardika is more or less gone, as is that other market
area closer to the port. There has also been violence in
Sanana, Lease, and Seram.
The initial riots lasted about 5 days, but since then there
have been more sporadic outbreaks, homemade bombs,
kidnappings etc. Another 3000 troops sent there a couple
of days ago. As Ambon doesn't really have a history of
religious strife, a lot of people blame the whole thing on
"provocateurs" -- perhaps from Jakarta. I'm afraid this is
the sort of thing that will take a generation or more to
recover from. Here's a "Gereja" website a Dutch guy sent
me, from which you can access pictures:
http://www.malra.org/mkc.
Didn't know about Ambon...that's really shocking. I just read
something the other day that said Indonesia would break up
like the Soviet Union. Hard to believe.Thanks for the URL.
Dawit, I'm reading "Throwim Way Leg" just now! It's truly
touching and funny all at the same time. Saya rindu sekali!
....brings back so many memories!
Let me know when you guys start to speak English again. I
don't have a English/Gaijin/Menjadi dictionary.
I made #400 on the Sex-Ob. WOO HOO! Yay me!
Are you understanding any of this anotherliZa, Voyeur, and
drawdE?
it's a bit crazy there at the moment,lots on the news and
everyone in oz is geting ready for boat loads of people that
are trying to escape.
plus east teamore is going to be made independent,so the
hold of power is sliping in a big way so all hell could
break lose
Jujubee, I have *no* idea what they're talking about! V
samom dele ya tozhe ne imeju ni malejshego predstavlenia o
tom, o chem ja i govorju.
Okay, apparently it is going to snow here *again*? I really
can't ake anymore of this. Can somebody get the ministry of
weather and natural disasters on the line, please?
chp chp. We really need to focalize and hustle if we expect
to beat sex-ob!
I knever knew that "f" word, and my vocalized response is chortlesome. And to endear ourselves to the locals on our campaign trip through the Ozarks, we'll have to local-yokelize ourselves.
p.s. almost there...
... that was the equalizer.
...and, at this point in time, this is the tie-breaker!!!
We are truly wieners, and it was done in much less time too. Ah the glory of a great athletic acheivement!
Now I need a nice glass of Gatorade. (A beverage,
incidentally, invented at my alma mater.)
Fools! Haha! They will never catch up with us now!
Focalizer, by the way, is a rainbow term. You would know
that if you did your research instead of just believing
everything I say. Check it out at earthmother.org/rainbow.
If you can put up with the goofy crystal-orb-dirt-worship
nonscence, there are some really cool links in there.
Whoops, sorry, got a little out of control there. I'll take
my prosyletizing elsewhere. . .
P.S. I think it's kinda neato that I know many big words,
but don't know how to spell any of them. . .
After getting "snowed out " over the weekend - doing a huge
antique show - ended up on someone's floor - but I ma still
alive instead of wrapped around a tree somewhere - and - I
made a ton of $$ - so - back to the multitudinous topics at
hand - I sort of followed all that except some of the slimy
food things - which raises a query , oh MIPaP , all htese
food items are from Indonesia-Indonesia adn not from PNG
-right?? In the highlands there was kaukau and kaukau and
then more kaukau and then some truly metallic green stuff
that never got soft that was some kind of local spinach..
eeuugh. I used to order by the 6-month lot from BPs..
ok - others - back to the campaign..
It is clear that GatorAde is the official drink - why didnt
we think of that before?? I like the blue version.."what are
you having for dinner? - oh, a G & G" (gator and gatorade..)
drawdE - can you have gator??
Robert MO - is there a newsletter for the old PNG? on the
net?? I 've never found much.. but maybe didnt look hard
enough. Did you ever eat Goura? I didn't but did eat Kapul
(tree kangaroo.. don't bother!)
oops sorry gang - that wasn't campaign oriented.. aL - now
what is this crap about quitting school??? This is your
mother speaking - get the stupid degree and THEN quit
school!And we will hit the road in a large bus followed by a
fleet of personal mini school busses - painted to suit our
personalities..I think mine has a large pair of sunglasses
on the front...
What, you mean I have to get another one? When will this
end? If I give in and get this degree, then next thing you
know they'll be expecting me to get another. MA PhD JD MS
MFA DM MD Where does the craziness end? STOP THE MADNESS!
never mind, there there, pat pat pat on your back, take two
aspirin and call the Sturgeon General in the morning! and,
never fear , I don't think you will ever earn the M.O. to
put after your name??
The 'Lame Duck' Sturgeon General has stated that is unsafe
to take certin analgesics concurrently with alchomohol, so I
think I'd best stay away from such 'quack' cures.
No, I don't understand. My attention span is so short that
if....what was the subject again?
. . .but has since degraded into major silliness. Okay,
then.
I have a major presentation to make tomorrow. Guess what I'm
doing now?
I am:
Playing with the computer,
Drinking a beer,
Reading a novel (which is not on the reading list),
and Watching TV.
Hope to fit some macrame into the mix somewhere there. . .
How many different things can you do at once to facilitate
the Great Struggle for Procrastination and Offputting of
Important Projects?
Birthplace of Ade de Gateur, and Center/re for World
Procrastinizationalism.
p.s. didn't get that word "predstavlenia"!?
p.s. Voyeur, glad you're safe and made the $'s -- but
what's this "ended up on someone's floor" stuff? I assume
you were camping (vs. falling down). Next time it might be
safer to be snowed in instead of out.
The genitive form of a word that always pops into my head
when I'm trying to make a point in English. . . imagining/
presentation/perception to myself/ Vorstellung?
Absolutely addicted to the stuff...consume mass quantities
after my evening lap swims which are then foloowed by a
sauna. Newest fave flave is 'Fierce Lime'.
Some clarifications:
-Food items-
Natto- soy beans that have been inoculated with a bacillus
and allowed to ferment. Very slimy but tasty. Very aquired
taste.
Rau ram- A type of leafy herb much like cilantro but with a
unique taste and smell. Somewhat peppery and used in Lao,
Thai, Cambodian, and Vietnamese dishes.
Makrood, makrud, perut jeruk- all the same thing. A type of
lime that is used in SEA cuisine. Main use is the leaves
which impart a very aromatic flavor. The rind of the fruit is
also used in Thai curries.
-Indonesian translations-
Saya harap Dawit menjadi post nomor empat ratus -
"I hope Dawit becomes post #400"
Berita Utama - Main News
Penginapan - guest house/hotel/losmen
Eid ul Fitr - end of Ramadan
Gereja - church
Saya rindu sekali - I'm very nostalgic
-------------------
Voyeur
Never ate goura or tree kangaroo but could have bought the
latter many time in the markets along with stinking, rotting
Bird Of Paradise skins and live cassowaries. Did happen to
eat the fruit of a type of Pandanus, the long red fruited
one, very oily and tasted much like turpentine and made me
shit like a goose.
I am in dire need of a dicionare extroidinare. How about an
interpreturial?
Okely-dokely.
I am having some company for a couple of days, so....I may
be incognito---don't want any of our country secrets stoled
by espionagey.
Shhhhh!
Hey aL--can I have an assistant? Can I choose HIM myself?
If she says yes, I will take applications from young,
tanned stud-like creatures. No blondes, please.
Mostly for Irian Jaya news but still very interesting.
Includes alot of PNG items with regards to Irja. The mailing
list can be had from:
reg.westpapua@gn.apc.org
The usual 'subscribe' in subject line should do the trick.
a real MIPaP question- we used to eat this wonderful fruit
for breakfast - came from down around Madang I htink - about
the size of an orange, skin like a lime-dark green, insides
pale yellow and tasted like solidified lemonade.. DEEEvine.
The only name I ever knew was ?MoulI" ???? is it a
local-only one-off or does it exist in the real world
uonder anothernaMe??
the fruit you ate was called Marita in PNG - some sort of
palm - they chewed it with some lime and a leaf (like betel)
and in theory got a bit of a buzz...never had the nerve..and
from your remarks on the results..I'm glad!
I am the king
Good work, keeds!
All this talk of exotic fruits is making my apples and
bananas seem rather boring.
This week I was daring and bought pears. Does that count as
exotic?
Voyeur:
The fruit you describe doesn't ring a bell in my little pea-
noggin but it could possibly be what is called in Hawaii
'Tahitian Apple'...but I've never seen them in the Indo/PNG
area. Also could be a 'sawo' or a 'kendondong' but I'd would
have to see or taste to be absolutely certain.
...
But... 'Mouli' ??????? ugh...isn't that an eggplant?
(amongst other things)
no, eggplants are aubergines -as Shaggy well knows..
This thing was def. a citrus fruit - and the Mouli waswhat
they called it in Hagen adn in Madang..
Mouli is also one of those baby meatgrinder thingys.. what a
confusing word..
Dawit - yes - staying over and camping out (I 'm crazy
enough - dont drink) - much better than trying to get home
(approx 50 miles and then back again the next am..)It turned
out to be hilarious - 11 of us - a middle aged slumber
party!
but it usually isn't much of a party (this place being the exception).
aL thx for translation. A Polish co-worker (with bad English, and bad, distantly-remembered school Russian) tried to translate for me, but couldn't get that word (later at home he looked it up in a dictionary. He came up with:
"In fact I too do not have no (smaller) idea about, about I am talkin to you."
He later tried again with:
"I have no the foggiest idea what I am talking about to you."
Makrood addendum: The gnarly little lime fruit has that distinctive soapy flavour characteristic of the leaf. It's extremely sour. The leaf, and sometimes the rind and juice are quite prevalent in many Thai and Lao curries, and some of their more well known soups (Tom Yam, Tom Kha...). Also observed in N. Vietnam (tiny slivers of leaf mixed with chillies as an optional condiment available at some Pho shops) and some Indonesian cuisine.
Speaking of which, I'm off to get a Pho Tai Gan, with a blended avocado beverage...
Burp at youse guys/gals/ladies later.
Thinkin they can sneak by with their Slavic roots and invent
words. Sorry, we have a Pole in our elementart Russian
sequence who likes to 'spruce up' his essays by using
Polish words. Trouble is, their actually is some difference
between the two languages. Your comrade's translation was
pretty good, but I can clean it up here:
(in English) No, I have *no* idea what they're talking
about.
(in Russian) Actually, I also don't have the slightest idea
what I'm talking about.
Hey Dawit, at my local favorite Pho Restaurant they serve
'salty preserved lemonade'. Truly delicious and refreshing.
Went there last night with my neighbor and had a French/Viet
stew made with all the grisliest cuts of meat possible. Yum!
Ever try 'es kopi avocat'? This is one of those truly strange
SEA drinks that consists of oversweetened coffee blended with
ice and avocado. Sounds disgusting, looks disgusting, but
tastes heavenly.
Yup, I've had the Vietnamese version of "pickled" lemonade,
and also their pickled plum drink. The plum sitting at the
bottom usually looks like a piece of rotting flesh. I've
seen, but never tried es kopi avocat. Maybe next time...
(on this trip was afraid to try even the plain avocado
drinks for sanitary reasons, but after a few weeks I reckon
I was immune so I probably should have. I just can't
forget how sick my friend got after he had a "banana
milkshake" in Zagora, S. Morocco).
I wonder if your gristly stew was Bo Kho (often served as
Banh Mi Bo Kho (or B K B M) -- i.e. with a baguette. I
also like Vietnamese congee, called "chao", where it's
served "swatow" style (grains left whole, rather than as a
porridge). Especially "chao long" -- mixed with cubes of
congealed pig blood and intestines, with sour garlicky hot
sauce for dipping. This is good with you tiao -- those
long deep-fried donut things.
Back to dem 'ol Poles -- maybe that guy thinks he's
speaking Prussian (or Rolish). BTW, is that a typo, or
does "I'm" in Russian actually translate to "they're" in
English??
???????? What do you mean?????? There was no 'they' in the
Russian sentence. The Russian sentence was all aboot me. . .
P.S. Tell your Polish friend "Czesz. Prose trzeba xlebu."
and see what he thinks of what I can inflict on his language
through the judicious disuse of diacritics. It's the only
thing I know how to say in Polish- probably mispelled.
RE-reading it, I get it. When you listed both, I was thinking somehow both were translations which they're not. If you don't understand this, don't worry because I'm clear. I have an some idea of what I'm talking about.
I will pass the Pole the diacriticless prose for perusal and possible prattling.
The cutted and pasted result is:
"Hi. Please need ???? ( I am guessing somebody asks for
bread )."
I would rather do this like that: " Czesc! (Hi). Potrzebuje
( I need) troche (a little bit ) chleba (of bread)."
Phonetically it would go like: "trzeszc. .. Hell no I
rather tell you that. English does not have certain sounds.
I guess I would need your expertise here.
What about Satsumis? Now THAT is heaven!
Satsumis! We had a satsuma tree in our backyard, plus
about 6 red figs, a white fig, pear tree, pecan tree, plume
tree, bananas, and black berry bushes. I loved the nectar
out of the honey suckle flowers. Now I know where I get it
from.
Voyeur, thank you for the compliment above.
Just give 'em toomi.
They are out of season now......but just wait. I will send
everybody some to try.
I thought of something funny--
Two obese Pattys,
Special Russ,
Lester cheats,
Pickin' bunions,
All on a Sesame Street Bus.
With anotherliZa driving!!!!!
I'll be Special Russ.
Yes, the Poles have done some astounding things with the
Latin alphabet. They have gone far beyond the original
Latin's wildest dreams. The simplest phonetic transcription
for that phrase, within the bounds of what English speakers
consider to be distinguishable sounds, would be:
Chesh! PocheBUje TRO-he HWEB-a. Um, I think. Penultimate
syllable stress.
Polish is a goofy language.
I get my car back from the auto-doctor tomorrow. Well, I
hope it's tomorrow, cause I don't think I'll make it through
finals weekend without any food, eh.
droool - used to get them in England .. can't get 'em in
Yankee land. Yes please - send a crate!
it's a good thing aL's car is not a lemon, and she's got an honest mechanic.
Are you writing finals or just monitoring and/or marking them? I make a point of living within walking distance of food supplies. I'm assuming you live on campus? You'd expect campus designers to understand not all students can afford cars, nor can afford (or live on) cafeteria food all term.
Goofy language, goofy writing, nary an undiacritized letter. Now I'm thinking I have to find out how it got that way. Retirement project #258.
Back to the frootiness at hand -- for all the exoticity available, I tend to stick to good ol' apples and bananas -- eat at least one of each per day at work. Crisp slightly sour apples work for me, like Granny Smiths or Macintosh. The big challenge regarding bananas is buying them so at least one is ripe enough to eat on Monday, and the remaining ones ripen fast enough (but not too fast) to last throughout the week. Banana gassing is quite a science.
Dawit, I've done a scientifical survey of sample groups
around the worl and concluded that it is part of the natural
order of the universe that no grocery stores may be located
within reasonable walking distance of a university. Grocery
stores are permitted within reasonable biking distance, but
if you've ever tried to ride a bike 3 miles carrying a
grocery bag, you know that it's, um, not reccomended.
Yep, I have to write the final. And, of course, grade it.
This term, I have the added bonus of having to take a final
myself, too. (Structural Linguistics). Oh, and I have to
write a couple of papers.
Gosh, what am I doing here?
How did you guys pick out my most hated phrase po polsku? I
was permanently traumatized when I tried to say the same
phrase in one of those awful (probably now obsolete)
grocery stores in warsaw where you had to tell the clerk
what you wanted. I had just arrived, spoke not a word and I
needed bread. That horrible clerk knew what I wanted but
she and the rest of the store laughed at my attempts get
get a stinking loaf of chleb. After, only went to slodnicas
where I could get my own bread.
Complete with Safeway within... hey wait a minute 3 miles? If I was 20 somthing again that would be a cake walk (or maybe a walk with a cake?). Anyway the U of A safeway is within a mile and closer than many bars the students frequent.
uneven, I didn't say I couldn't walk 3 miles. I can, and,
not unoften, do. But not while carrying several grocery
bags, right? It's a matter of the task- I can't walk 3 miles
carrying a week's worth of groceries. Note that groceries do
not fit comfortably into a backpack- think, oh, say, eggs.
Also note that it is fucking freezing here. And dark.
and you are not unwelcome here at the lower levels, the veritable bowels of the TTYC.
Re groceries, I take the old fashioned "daily trip to the market" approach, even (no un) if the market is a Safeway. The LRT (Light Rail Transit) I take from work stops across the street from my neighbourhood Safeway, so I usually go there several times a week and walk the remaining 5 blocks home, never with so much I can't carry it in a daypack.
I should see how they react if I ask for chleb. Next time I see Mr. Marszalkowski I'm going to get him to teach me how to say it.
I had a really horrible time when I got back from Russia
because I could not get accustomed to buying all my
groceries at once. Moscow State University also has several
grocary stores on campus, and there is a market right
outside the metro station that you have to pass through to
get anywhere, it's easy to pick up food items on a daily
basis.
The toughest thing was getting used to buying bread for a
week. Oh, and having to buy eggs in those inconvenient
factors of 12 was also bamboozling.
I buy for the week, and still end up at the store just
about every day. I change my mind about what I want, or
decide that I DO want ice cream, after all. Also, the snack
foods all seem to disappear as soon as I get them home, how
does that happen? Is there a secret chip vortex in the
pantry? Is the cookie shelf really a diguised black hole? I
think this needs investigationing. Who is in charge of this
type of phenomenon? I can't remember. You know who you
are---get on it quickly before the cheese doodles vaporize.
Tomorrow is picnic day!
or just woken up? the sun is up in Holland and for the first
time this year I'm going to have Brekfast , Lunch and Dinner
in the garden!!! with reasonable quantities of beer, wine,
fruit juice and coffee through the rest of the day, whilst
sitting in the sun listening to the birdies sing and the
buds popping.
All you northern North Americans may now turn Green!
consider it done - I am now a nice pale shade of
chartreuse.. we had another 4 inches of snow yesterday and I
got run off the road..by and idiot teenager who didn't stop.
However no harm done. Living in the country I was hauled out
by some guy with a trucka nd a chain within 25 minutes - but
I am READY for spring! Will have it by Tues - in
LOndon!!(And - thanks for your kind words upstairs!)
I am beginning to think I am invisible.......
I'm not sure who's in charge of this sort of phenomenon. It
would probably be innappropriate to slag it off on the
Minister of Produce, but he seems to have been slacking
recently, so, what the hell. . .
I know one thing-- it won't be me. I have a paper due in
exactly 42 hours, so I need to at least try to convince
myself that I'm working on it. I just got back from 5 hours
at the library. You know what? I LOVE looking stuff up.
Trouble is, now that I've looked all this shit up and lugged
these books home, I have to read them. Arggggh!
Well that was the first day non-stop in the garden this year
and a very good day it was too! It is not yet possible to
hear the grass growing, but a few more warm nights should
fix it. digging is finished and rubbish from the winter
winds cleared up so only remains to check over the mowers
now ready to go next thursday the first "mow" day of the
season!
Voyeur, There's a fine art fair at Maasdricht at the moment,
with the main attraction being emerald and diamond necklace
for US$22.5mill!!!!! bring your cheque book if your'e
'doing' Europe!!!
BB - this trip won't make it to Holland - will just be
"junking" in the markets in London.. luckily diamonds arent
my thing - i do {primitives and Kitchen and tools) -
However - RoMO - will certainly hit C&E for some Vetyver..
And, all of you denizens -- will check in Tomorrow - but
then .. (Yaaayy) gone for a month!Bulletins as available..
Have a wonderful trip!
I hope it is as great as you are wanting.
I found JELLIES!!!!!
aL--what size are you? Go to your local Old Navy store and
if you look carefully, you might find some that fit your
tiny feeties.
Sorry boys, these are just for girls.
Jujubee, I don't have tiny feet. Just the opposite, in fact.
You may recall, from the Era of my "Slacks and Blouses"
post, I mentioned a pair of black high-heeled penny
loafers. These are, in fact, the first pair of women's shoes
I've ever owned. Easier for me to shop in the men's shoes.
Except my feet are actually really narrow. It's kind of like
I was born with skis on.
Just a quick post to undo the myth that I am unoften here. I am more unlikley to post here than not post though. Why you ask? I am unable to answer. Hang on, it might have something to do with the size of this thread.
I shall quest on.
They are very cute and if you have nieces, or little
sisters or something, you could jell vicariously. They are
kind of sparkley but pearly at the same time. They have
little flower shaped buckles. I got them for all the girls
in our household--including me! Sorry about the foot thing,
when you said woman's shoes, I assumed you had been wearing
children's shoes. Hence the tiny feet.
I remember the slacks/pants/trousers and blouses/tops
issue. I had an idea for you---have you tried those pajama
type drawstring pants? They are kind of grown-up and still
comfy-loose and baggy. If you pair them with a twin set,
you can look like an adult and still not be one. Groovy. My
sister is 25 and she wears them all the time.
unoften undergrond, or is his computer under speed for
underreaching the bottom of this thread or perhaps..........
an undergrad?
I still havn't found striped silk PJs girls; and my sister
is 50 plus(both of them) so they are not interested either!
and I dont feel like re-reading all this. Did we come up
with a name for our country? Fruitopia?
I don't think we did have a name, but 'Fruitopia' will do
nicely. Only I think we'll have to spell it 'Frootopia' to
avoid nasty trademark battles.
appropriate, and we'll rewrite the laws so hoo cares aboot trademark battles anyway?
Sturgeon General and dr. bob -- my carps are tunneling and I need some medical attention. Right now I'm left-handed mousing, so if this looks clumsy that's why.
Voyeur, I hope your voyeurage is wonderful! Haven't been to London (other than Heathrow) since 1971, and that was only a day. Spent a few days there off and on as a child in the mid-sixties. Would love to go back for nothing more than dining on curries/baltis and hanging around in pubs.
Billieboy, if my garden was anything more than a patch of semi-tilled earth, I could have enjoyed sitting in it all day too. It was +16C (63F) here today, and the air was crystal clear and full of sunniness. BTW one of my earliest highschool memories of overbibulousness involved green chartreuse, and me ending up a very similar colour.
Jujubee -- the big challenge will be to ferret out a pair of green chartreuse jellies for our ski-footed president. These will become symbolically linked to our national consciousness and pride, and will have to be incorporated into our coat of arms. Maybe we should have shoes of arms instead.
I haven't been up to the surface in several days. Has RoMO re-appeared? I think it's been a move week(end) for him, and he probably had a pile of last minute packing thanks to TTYC-induced procrastination. Hopefully the new abode will be adequately wired.
Christie, if you're still there, I reported your chlebtrauma to Mr. M, and here's his response (p.s. he's from Gdansk).
"I feel sorry for Christy. I hope she (?) was not exposed to that kind of behavior in other places in Poland. When I was leaving Poland that kind of behavior was tolerated because of shortages of everything. Lots changed in past ten years. Market economy forces shift in attitudes toward customers. Simple survival techniques. When I was there last time I still could observe those behaviors in some places but it was not as common as it used to be. Besides for whatever reason rest of Poles usually dislike Warsaw folks. You could attribute that their arrogance, I guess."
I am sleeping.
No, wait. I'm writing a paper.
No, wait.
No more Dread of Impending Monday 'till March 28, CAUSE,
It's final's week!!!!
Wondering what I am doing here? I am taking a breaking from
hallucinating into my footnotes to spread my delirium on
screen, in cyberspace. That doesn't cont as chemical
warfare, right? Good, because I want Frootopia to be a
kinder, gentler sort of nation full of peace and, peace,
dreams, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. . .
It's 2:17 AM and I've got a pile of stuff to do at work
tomorrow, I mean later today (what else is new).
The nation of Frootopia is signing off the air, but we'll
be back in a few short hours (I think all us regular
frootopian tubules are western hemisphericals -- except
maybe Billieboy who should be wide awake in his tulip-
filled garden, barbequeing leeks for breakfast).
note to uneven -- congrats for beating QQ at his own post,
and thanks for the plug. Well, we're neighbours in a
global sense so we might meet sooner or later. Drop me a
line if you're heading down this way. I assure you though,
your life is much more interesting than mine at this point
in time.
BillieBoy - I am unwilling to respond.
Dawit - thanks for the offer. Likewise, let me know if your headed north, that is if you think you can take the excitement.
From your various postings I gather that your territory must offer unurban excitement and other neat unurban things. I would not expect it to be uninteresting.
Left-handed mousing? You do have a problem, Dawit. I would
suggest a good frootie squid smoothie. That should clear it
right up, and if you have further trouble, take some asprin.
As for chartreuse ski-shaped jellies, long shot- but I will
quest on.
FrootLoopia is my vote. It fits.
I had lots of problems like that until I learned to
intersperse my frenzied pointing with enough prozsce
pannis. This was in 1991, in an old-style store so your
friend's explanation probably holds some water. I always
shopped in the more western-sytle stores (a term best used
loosely back then) b/c they were serve-yourself and
(usually) friendlier. I'd love to go back to see what it's
like now.
Christy- I bet it's much better. I remember in Moscow a
couple of years ago, I went to the store with a non-Russian
speaking friend and decided to let her shop for herself
(cause I did not understand how those stores worked at the
time). The service girl actually seemed to be quite amused
at the opportunity to place charades with a westerner. (Do
you know the international symbol for 'the dark blue one'?)
Dr., I take much offense at the connotations behind your
mousing remarks. I left mouse all the time, enjoy it
actually, and have never found squid smoothies to be of any
help.
So as not to leave you in suspense, I did, in fact, finish
that paper at about 11:30 this morning. Nothing like
collating, chronologizing, and translating footnotes to
start off the day, right, guys?
And even (uneven) though its still only early evening here,
I feel kind of droopy. I think I will sleep tonight. Ha-ha,
Jujubee, Dawit, Seasoned, brit, and other collective
insomniacs. Don't worry- once I get into office I will write
a bill authorizing registered insomniacs to receive clinical
opium if they so choose. Then, you can sleep at will, too!
I have enough to spare for everyone. Just tap into my
spine and take all you want. Hell, I 'll trade it for some
of your insomnia fluids. It's bad when an alarm clock is
like a sedative.
No, wait! Opium for insomniacs!...Doc I can't sleep
anymore. My eyelids are stuck open here in candy land.
You can get that in your neighborhood drugstore baby
laxitive, can't you?
We had a small grocery store run by an old man by the name
of Sam near our house when I was growing up...I mean when I
was a kid. My parents had a tab so she could shop and pay
the bill once/month. When my friends discovered cards and
poker, booray, 21 and other nickle games, I would get
change from Sam and tell him to put it on our tab. He
never asked and I never told. In fact, I can't remember if
anyone ever found out or if I got a spankin' for it.
Should I confess now?
I would like to go back and re-visit the old store with the
wooden floors, the butcher Paul who would stand on my toes
and scare me, the candy isle, the bread isle (for some
reason), the secret door, the Borden's milk man in the
white suit, the pealing sign above the door that read
"Sam's Store", the spot where I slammed the car door on my
sister's hand, the very very cold freezer section, the leak
in the roof when it rained, the stoops where we ate
popsicles, the goofy son with the runny nose stamping price
tags on the cans, the fenced in backyard with the beware of
dog sign and nary a dog in site, curious about the strange
place across the street so I sneak over to take a peak
while mom is shopping and learning what a bar is....
I think maybe I did just re-visit that old place which is
no more.
left handed mouses, you bring me all this way off the golf
course for such a silly thing, i don't care if your mouse is
ampeedexis it still should not be playing with your computer
.
dr eebujuj good to see another doc about,but go easy on the
squid cepositories
.
fruiitloopia for all,
long live the revolution.
the good doctor has been in the medicine cabinet tonite.
pencil me in for a dose liZa.
But, onto less wistful things, our newest campaign gimmick slogan could be "Frootopiates in every pipe". The TTYC is the Frootopiate of the FrootLoopOpians.
Mousing with either paw has become rather difficult since I was declawed as punishment for putting a run in Mrs. McKay's stockings.
Dr. Eebujuj -- the only thing more fun saying than "Frootie Squidelicious Smoothie" is your name (loudly, rapidly and continuously in a budget review meeting).
Berpindah - to change locations, move.
Ugh! The unpleasant task is over..my charming neighbor and
now temporary housemate ( and her two choclate labs ) dropped
by late in the game to 'rescue' me from the Black Hole of my
past residence. She thoughfully tossed everything that was
left into several boxes so that for the first morning in my
new residence I played a game of Treasure Hunt in an attempt
to find:
a) My shoes
b) My protien drink powder for the morning smoothie
c) Cell phone
d) Watch
e) Car keys
If someone had stepped forward and offered to bomb the house
and all my posessions within so that I may never have to
experience it again I would have said "Go for it! May I light
that fuse for you?"
What I learned about moving after having lived in one place
for ten years:
a) Prozac is not the villainous drug it is sometimes made out
to be.
b) Procrastination is sinister
c) 4 hours of sleep a night is WAY too much.
d) My back is sore
So, alZ or Dawit...please explain the Russian suffix 'nik' as
in 'Sputnik' or 'Beatnik'. I believe it means much the same
as the Indo prefix 'se'.
-ik is a diminutive suffix. You can add it to a name (i.e.
Robik), a body part (nosik) (that's a real word) or a person
(bratik: little brother). Sputnik means travelling companion
and, by some extension of metaphor which makes sense to the
Russian mind, satellite.
Sputnik:
s is a preposition, meaning 'with'.
put' is a noun, meaning 'way' 'path' 'trail'
+nik makes 'Sputnik' a thing or person who travels the path
with you!
I can't really account for what Yiddish and Yinglish have
done with 'ik,' but it's a good start.
Now, of course, I see that the two are not at all alike. The
prefix 'se' in Indonesian connotes a similarity, a 'oneness',
and is also used as a general classifier for counting.
sebuah - a(one) fruit
orang setempat - citizen
seumur - same age
STTYCniks: I think this is turning into our surrogate or
replacement (for our long-deceased) language thread.
Although that's fine by me it will have to continue being a
multi-threaded thread (I'm using Computerspeak here).
I was just thinking about idioms and how strange they can be.
This one for example:
Sudah gaharu, cendana pula!
Dawit, if you can understand this one you're doing very well
in the Indo dept.
but thanks to my amazing kamus (from Arabic Qamus) bought
in the book dept of the Manado Matahari, I offer:
"to ask for the sake of asking" (but literally, "Already
the eaglewood (with it's fragrant resinous rotting xylem),
likewise the yellow sandalwood".
And it's sister rhyme:
"Sudah tahu tanya pula" ("so why ask?")
While flipping thru said kamusku, I came across another one
of those endearing Indonesianistic borrowings:
"Intimidasi".
Frootloopia;s ambassador to the Court Of St James reporting
in that Spring has most definitely sprung here - daffys and
all and I am jet lagged and typing in a cyber cafe?? madness
- I'm outta here! Love you all and welocme back RoMO!
Dawit, I am impressed. I would not have attempted to have
made a literal translation...much too confusing as to the
point of it which is "You already know the answer so why do
you ask?"
Voyeur - Thanks. Hope your Jetlaginations are brief.
Have you had an audience with QE2 yet? She will want to be assured that her former subjects in Northern FrootLoopOpia remain faithful Commonwealth members. She's also probably miffed that her image on our currency is being replaced by vegetables and reptiles. Careful diplomacy is called for.
p.s. if I was sick, you could call me "Daffyd ill"
Voyeur is not the only one on a trek. I, too and heading
off on a journey tomorrow. I do not want to go as it
promises to be a trip akin to Dante's fall into the
inferno. I am not looking forward to it. I should be back
on Monday barring any tragic happenings. Wait, I have a
laptop......I can take you with me. Yippee!
I'm leaving, too. So where's everybody going for Spring
Break? Oh, HA HA! I forgot- you guys all have real jobs.
Okay, I don't mean to rub it in. Really, though, I deserve a
vacation.One more week of this nonsense and my head would
explode from listening to 102 students degrade the beautiful
Russian language. Then little bits of literary theory and
irregular verbs would go flying everywhere. It would make a
huge mess in my room and I would never be able to get the
security deposit back.
But tomorrow AM instead of working I'm attending a work-
sponsored "collision avoidance" driving course. This could
be fun. I hope they tell me how to avoid collisions while
asleep.
Bone voyagies to all you voyagerers.
Just keeping the thread goin' down this old dusty road.
back,500 is mine,it a medical emergency,number 500 is very
sick,lets see who gets it,no double posting,play fair
is the Hemimillenial Halfwit.
... or is it the Demimillenial Dimwit?
...... how about the Pentenial Prairie chicken?
At this rate it's going to take some time to get there. Most of the Frootopians have left Taking a polltown, TTYC, for the real world. They will be back...
But since I secured #300 & #400 quite by accident I'm laying
low as the halfway mark comes closer.
interesting reading people! good show
of Siam
and lots of Daffydillies!! Abergavenny it is - and no gators in sight -just sheep and horses.. and I am staying in the only house I ever visit that has a real BUTLER!!! I could get very used to this -but.. soon the delights of Bangkok (everyone pray on Thurs) and then England again before back to Frootloopia(aka Climax)...
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha the power
your draw
get ready to redeal
you look a bit flacid
Thought I would put another lane in the road. Hey Voyeur!
Your trip going good sounds like. Is the butler's name
James?
Where are you Jujubee? How was the car trip?
Now that the halfway mark has been reached
A very long time ago. I seem to remember a pub full of the
local coppers that never seemed to close!!
Because of some local sodomy cases, it was known as "Bend
down junction", among the railway fraternity!
There is a lake near there called Llangorse lake, it is
supposedly where "Excalibur" was thrown. Sailed on a tanker
of the same name for some time,the two ells always used to
screw up light communications with the US navy.
Dawit...I opened the window and influenza.
Dr, Bob.. collective chemical name for 'Viagra"
"Mycoxnotworking"
Uneven.. glad to see that you're starting to unwind
Am looking for a good name for a firmented Fruitloopia
beverage/wine/spirit.(not to be taken with Gatorade).
A. 'avin a leek.
Sorry about that, it's old, it's tired, it's an insult to
any proponent of Cymreictod, and it's stolen from Monty
Python.
Billieboy, I finally did stop at the cheese shop on the
corner this aft and they surprised me with an ample supply
of Caerphilly (no bouzouki players though...) I also
stopped in an Italian (?) shop where I stocked up on extra
old Gouda (and they even knew how to pronounce it). So, I
might just have u know what for supper tonight.
BTW have you invented some sort of beverage that needs a
name? If it's produced in an illegal still, you could call
it "frootleg".
of slurpin some Urpin Dawit.
The drink of choice here is frootopium. It's produced for
the insomniacs, and it helps the somnolent too.
and keep forgetting to go on the big Urpinhunt. Odd
because there is nary a brew in my fridge so I should have
beer on the brain. I suspect I could find it either at
Beerland (great name) on 5th Ave. SE just before it bends
north crossing the river to become Edmonton Trail, or in
the Royal Liquor outlet on 17th Ave at about 12th St. SW.
I won't phone around because that's cheating. The one
Czech (actually Moravian) restaurant in town where I last
slurped it closed down a few months ago, then Jann Arden
bought it and it's reopened as a home cookin' place where
finer Pilsners can't be had.
Right now I would settle for some frootopium, or any other
laudanum which could carry me rapidly to the Land of Nod.
Bovine footnote: I just had my first nibble of Caerphilly,
and it has a remarkable barnyard (i.e. manure!?) aftertaste.
I forgive you my son. Prehaps dr bob can prescribe some
melatonin for you, or here frootatonin. I suspect your
condition is probably behavioral though.
And what's with it with her and her Bizarro backwards alter-
ego? A few tiny whispered cryptic comments. Most out of
character. I think I'm not the only one with a case of the
"behaviourals".
who stole my glory,you all have no respect for my arthority.
.
uneven.pills are given out by colours not names don't you
know anythng
.
dr eebujuj is traveling and understress so be kind in what
you say.dawit
.
long live froutloopooa
you can't buy liquor at a store on Sundays, but you can go
out and order drinks at a restaruant. Also, a bar can open
only if they are serving food. Some have a little corner
table with a couple of hotdogs and buns laying around just
so they open on sunday. THAT law shall never pass here in
Frootopia, I promise you thaT.
have the same silly law here,
soon froutlopa will take over and the silly laws will be
taken over by friut ones
,
long live the rePUBlic,burp
You mice sure have been playing.
I even was missed so badly that I was
imposted/impostered/impersonated. How cool is that?
The trip was dreadful, the wedding was beautiful, I am glad
to be home and I am NEVER leaving again....at least not
until the next time.
Just a small piece of advice to any of you who have small
children, leave them at home for the sake of your own
sanity. Actually, the kids were really good, I was the
cranky one. While insomnia and road travel should go hand
in hand, ironically that is not the case.
I will be once again seeing patients in my office during
the regular hours tomorrow. Any one who was mis-treated by
"dr. bob" should refrain from sueing me, I did not refer
you, I am not liabel.
"Dr. Bob", may I see you in my office please?...you have
some splainin to do.
Welcome home! I missed you. You were impostured? where?
Oh, did you know you made a list?
Those weren't me. Are you jealous?
I finally got back....a long harrowing, hair-pulling trip
that was, I assure you.
A list? What kind? By who? Neato.
Did you get my letter? I sent earlier today.....waiting for
a reply.
The list by DOT (I don't know how to make the big dot
sign...sorry) and that other list by sidelines. I feel
special.
I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty, and witty, and
gaaaayyyy. And I pity any girl who isn't me tonight.
Oh, and thanks for the welcome back.
I knew juju was not you because I have seen her post
before. And I had my doubts on the other one.
No, I have not received any letter from you. Did you send
via laptop on your trip?
I knew juju was not you because I have seen her post
before. And I had my doubts on the other one.
No, I have not received any letter from you. Did you send
via laptop on your trip?
HAHA!
Nope, we walked out the door without the correct hooking up
devise. I don't begin to understand it, all I know is that
I was ready to start e-mailing from the road(it was my
understand that that was indeed possible)and then I was
informed that we did not bring the right
contraption....named something technical I cannot remember,
I think it is black and squarish. Dawit, you should know
the thing I am talking about. Your letter was sent from
right here where I am sitting at this exact moment. I do
not know why you did not receive it. Remember a couple
weeks ago when it took 3 or 4 days for me to get a letter
from you? I bet that is what is going on.
DOt likes me, he told me so.....I am feeling all warm and
fuzzy now. Kind of gooey in my tummy.....maybe I ate too
much dessert. Ohhhh, big mistake. Green pistachio ice cream
pie.........RATS!
what are you talking about ,i treat all misses/miss or ms
the same,you are MISStaken,are you MISSrabull,MISSinformed
or i will have you up for a MISSdemeaner.
"come to your orafice" i think not.
sorry i dont "splain",the pills have cured that.
i am speaking to my lawyer about your slandder,
see you in judge judyes court
AKA Frootopia because it is an oasis of calm in a troubled
e-world. It takes longer to get here these days, past
other troubled nation-threads, with bombs, flames and
masacrees making the journey a perilous one.
My other life is similarly e-blighted. Major virus
problems (Melissa) starting yesterday afternoon. Me and 3
other folks were up 'til after 1:00 AM battling this thing
and we will have to be on guard for another week or so. If
you receive an e-mail entitled "Important message from
(someone)", and the text is something like "Here is that
document you asked for ... don't show anyone else ;-)". Do
NOT open the attached (MS Word) document (called
"LIST.DOC"). If you do, it will replicate the e-mail and
send it out to the 1st 50 names in your personal address
book. The document itself is a list of Internet Porn
sites. Very amusing. BTW Microsoft had such troubles with
this virus that they closed down their e-mail gateways
isolating themselves from the outside world. Apparently
the U.S. Military is also seriously affected.
Jujubee -- was it perhaps a block of licorice you forgot?
Maybe an external power supply (usually a cord/plug with a
black cube attached? Or was it an external modem (the
thing that plugs into the phone outlet)? Anyway technical
schmechnical.
Hopefully our presiDent will return shortly to raise our
spirits by refocusing us on national pride and away from
the general state of TTYC.
Damn, I forgot to go to the beach! But I did come up with a
marvelous new idea for our Frootloopian barrel-brewed
beverage. I can't take all the credit though, it must be
shared with a couple of friends of mine who don't sleep.
The trip was fairly uneventful. I set a quota on the number
and quality of brain cells that had to be destroyed, but my
time was very short and I did not quite make it. It seems,
however, that the part of my brain that knows how to type
may be experiencing jetlag, so it was not 'all for naught'.
Reach for the stars, I say!
(Here's the part where I use a lot of profanity):
I got a fucking speeding ticket for going 11 miles over the
speed limit on the interstate! 76 in a 65 mph zone. What the
fuck is this? My license was clean for over three years (as
far as anyone knows) AND NOW I HAVE TO FUCKING START ALL
OVER AGAIN! ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH! I spend 15 hours
being passed at 95 miles per hour by stupid-looking little
bubble-shaped cars that are worth 50 times as much as my car
and get 300 percent better gas mileage and LOOK WHO GETS
STOPPED!
Even worse, he was cordial about it:
"Hi! How you doin' today? I'm Deputy Dickhead from
Bumfuckyou County here to make your last day of spring break
a little more gruesome. You were going (insert
ominous 'woo-woo' sound effect here)
Seventy-siiiiiiiiiiiixx"
I move that in Frootloopia all cars that go more than 85
miles an hour be banished along with the dreadful speed
limits they have wrought upon us.
You forgot to say the drink for frootopia...or did you...I
shuned my eyes from all the fucking bad language...we were
thinking maybe frootopium for the drink.
You missed an eventful weekend here. Some boy named COCK
(at least he got the name right) bombarded the place with
extremely long unintellectual nonsense (i.e. "dfgs asdfg
dfsd fafddas, etc.) to the point that people couldn't even
get into YC. I even made a petition post for people to
sign and call for a limit to the number of lines one could
post on the front page. I felt like I was back in the 60's
making protest! But, they axed that too. I guess the
answer was "no".
Any ways. Glad to see you made it home safely, if not ok.
Yes, well, as you know, I've been conducting some very
important investigations in my very own free time with an
eye towards bettering the freedoms and enjoyments we have
here in Frootloopia.
Risking life and limb, I have discovered that Hollandaise
sauce is a vegetable, that Kentucky Fried Chicken will give
you fifteen pounds of food if you ask them at 10 o'clock,
and that the speed limit in Virginia is, in fact, 65 miles
per hour.
I have made these investigations and discovered that the
way things are does not always coincide with the way the
Good People of Frootloopia would like them to be. For
instance, many of us would like free fried chicken, but most
of us would prefer to not come down with salmonella.
I have heard the cries of the people. It is understood that
the people WANT, no, dare I say, DEMAND, opium in their
national beverage. The people have been heard!
Just go down to the neighborhood drugstore and get a bottle
of baby laxative. If you get many bottles and boil them
down, the ooyee gooyee tar substanance left is pure opium!
Nah, I'm joking - I just made that up.
But, I do have something to fill the void hanging from your
rear view mirror, hee hee hee.
Willkommen back. You should have used diplomatic immunity and torn the offending ticket to shreds.
As per drawdE, you missed some bad times, but our nation has survived. It's just that we're in ever more dire need of opium right now.
Excuse me for making my appearance brief. I'm still fighting the virus of the century (so far). It's been a tough weekend. Even the FBI is involved.
p.s. Did you visit the late, great but still-with-us Mr. Gomek?
Pollen dander dust
Bringer of mucus so green
Like fresh new spring leaves
We are having more than our fair share of fresh spring
green goo at my house.....we have even been to the
pharmasutra and shall return tomorrow.
A tick-et attack-et......anotherliZa.....what is the worst
that could happen if you choose to ignore this invasion of
your rights to the road as a tax paying citizen? I say let
them stew in it.
Hey Dawit....do me a favor...don't mention that you know me
to the FBI, please? I am trying to hide here, you know.....
what they don't know won't hurt them. Heeheehee.
Jujubee, there are some states I know I can manage to avoid
for the next 7 years, but VA is not really one of them. As
much as I'd like to . . .
Dawit, I unfortunately missed Gomek. Between trying to say
hello to all my mammal friends, constant self-medicating,
and remembering to eat everyday, I plumb forgot to pay my
respects to the big crocodile carcass. . .
The doctor prescribed the patient three types of pills. She
told him to take a green one in the morning with a glass of
water, take a blue one in the afternoon with a glass of
water and take a red one in the evening with a glass of
water. The patient asked her what was wrong with him. The
doctor replied, "you don't drink enough water".
Your kidding right? I didn't know them black things were
made of black licorice, my favorite. I'm gonna go try one
right away.
licorice. They'd be easier to deal with than the electrical gizmos that have taken over my life these days.
Jjb I won't say anything and I think we're safe from the Friggin' Bozoid Idiiots here in the State of Frutop/Loopia anyway.
aL, Gomek's crying crocodile tears. By the way, when how did the "h" become a "g" in gmmmm, or is it another word or language?
Pak R. Beuoootiful Haiku -- and clever too! Thank God I'm not a snotty bastard!
I love that stuff....makes your tongue all black. When we
were small my grandpa would prescribe strawberry ice cream
for the black tongue affliction. I got that disease a LOT.
Never completely cured.
aL--I stay as far away from Va. as I can get. That is where
the BIG cop shop is. They make 'em there. I think they are
bred for meaness.
Thanks Dawit, you are a real pal. And I mean that in the
good way, not in the adolescent P.A.L. way.
it was some kind of strange lizard... and we BOTH chicken
out and had prawns - but it made me miss Frootloopia for
about 3 minutes... and that's all I really have here at 100B
for 15 minutes.. I'm playing while Seasoned does some
errands - will catch up properly next time a "free" puter
becomes available -love you all!!
Should NOT declare a "Commonwealth of Frootloopia", as it
is then certain to get mixed up with the Commonwealth of
Mass. or Va.(Where unforgiving cops screw lawful wayfarers
for minor traffic infringements), and not forgetting, "The
Commonwealth", to which so many of our readers belong.
Unusually I have missed uneven, but perhaps he was
misplaced by our new Miss(take) above?
Flame Wars or not, if the Shit hits the Milnet fan then
something is bound to break, not a word about military
flatulence unless the Doc has some, BLUE?, pills.
Bad show about the unseeable airplane(note the use of
American English), but it seems that we are still steaming
along at a reasonable speed!
I'm not so sure about a beverage, perhaps a distillation
would be preferable, we could then call it Kalvaloopia, or
Frootados, or even Frootanac; if it had a high enough
alcohol content, say 85%?.
Returning to Cheese, just had a European mix of Italian,
French, Greek and Dutch, washed down with several bottles of
'Yarpie Red Smoke'!, outa site Maaaaaaan!.
thats the way to order pills
everyone can have what ever colour pills that they like
You cannot just doll the pills out like they are candy.
You should know better. I will be happy to meet you in
court and please note that a countersuit has been filed.
HA!
Good to hear from you Voyeur....are you having a "good
time"? *wink, wink*
I hope that you are feeling better by now..
My head needs a pill...ow now. nite all
..would indicate that he is still battling the dreaded
email virus. May the Frootopian Gods be with him.
Survived the 14 hour meeting (making anti-virus phone calls
during the breaks), although I can't remember being
conscious for most of it. Thanks for the blessing uneven,
and drawdE, may the many-coloured pills dance in your head.
Voyeur, frog's quite nice if done crunchily. The bones are
very soft and the ribbit silenced.
Bb, the Caerphilly turned out much nicer melted and grilled
than raw. It had a nice tartness to it, but I think I'll
mix it with aged cheddar next time for a bit of bite. A
journey of discovery, a rare bit of cheesal adventure.
I think that the first day of April is a great day, 'cos it
was my mum's birthday. I remember fixing up a phone call
from Nanimo(thats in BC-Canada for our friends in the
antipodes) at 18.00 on 31 March 1963 to suprise her,worked a
treat and cost 35 canadian quarters. Was a bit miffed the
day before,chatting up the phone girl,asked her out that
evening, to which she readilly agreed and then told me she
was in Halifax! Concorde not yet built, so I missed a night
out.
Regarding court actions do you have any underthecounter bits
for our wobbly friend?
it seems that one has been spotted somewhere in the UK
eating Pike! are we sure that our new Ambassador to the
court of St. James didn't take one with he as extra baggage?
This was reported on ceefax(BBC) on 31march1999.
The other day I was on my way to buy books for my classes
when I was violently apprehended by the Music Store. I
bought an album I've known I needed to buy for a long time.
Since then I've listened to it at least half a dozen times.
Good thing I have no roomates!
Anyway, it's strange, I think, that this is an album that I
listened to in 'very interesting times.' I got attached to
it while listening to a friend's stereo and living on his
couch- at the time I was kind of down-and-out, trying to
figure out how I could get my shite back together and go
back to school.
Ironically ( not in the Alanis Morrisette kind of way) I'm
now listening to the same music and thinking along
diametrically opposite lines- I'm up-and-coming (i.e., I own
more than one pair of shoes) and trying to figure out how I
can get away from school. . .
It's 'Bloodletting' by Concrete Blonde, by the way. No
'Tommy', I can assure you, but sometimes music can be
valuable without having a plot, right?
Funny thing anotherliZa, I came here now to post my
nomination for frootopia's national anthem. I thought I
would vote for something that had no word meanings to me,
just one I liked the sound of and that I thought fit...I
elect "Ebudae" by Enya or maybe "de do do do de da da da"
by the Police.
"Bloodletting", I have never heard of but it sounds
interesting since I have to do some bloodletting of my own
to keep the iron content down. I was thinking of donating
some blood to the pregnant womens foundation.
I know how you feel in a way though. At one point in my
life I lived in a tent camping for 3 months trying to
figure out what to do with my life and went to school...now
I go camping to get away from work (school in another form).
Music is ....
Bobdamnit, drawdE. Someone put that Police song in my head
last week, singing the 'doo-doo-doo-da-da-da' bit over and
over. I was damned and determined that I would get him back
by playing it and cutting it off in the middle of the
chorus, but it didn't work.
I thought I was getting over it, because it only came to
mind once today. Now you had to start it all over again!
Anyone who was animate during the eighties has heard of
Concrete Blonde. This does not exclude you- I *know* that
you have heard the song "Joey". You have- trust me.
Counted them during "The Move".... I own 2 pair work boots, 1
pair steel toed shoes that could double as something
inbetween casual and dressy, 2 pair sandals of the Teva
variety, and 1 pair of swimfins.... that's my total
accumulation of footware. Out of this, I use on a continual
daily basis the work boots, sandals, and swimfins. I guess I
could eliminate my excesses and still be a happy camper.
words are hard to find
they're only cheques I've left unsigned
from the banks of chaos in my mind
and when their eloquence escapes me
their logic ties me up and rapes me
is da do do do de da da da
All I want to say to you...
I've heard OF C.B., but could not hum nor name a single of their tunisms.
RoMO -- actually, as an anticonsumer, I applaud you. You live in barefoot country anyway.
B3b, 36 years later, I'm sure you could make that call a for a lot fewer mooses.
is for the oh so ballady tune, House of the Rising Son.
Not a misspelling, just my version.
There is a house in Frootloopia
They call the Rising Son.
Concrete Blonde is good, too.
I can not count the number of pairs of shoes I own, I have
been accumulating them since 1970.....something. I have
many. And some of them are quite nifty. I especially love
my orange Chuck Taylor Converse All Stars High Tops. The
purple ones are great, too. I need new red ones because I
keep wearing them out.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor poster,
Who come here lookin' for fun.
Our bank is full of gators,
Way down in New Orleans,
We can't agree on tomaters,
We should stick to pork and beans.
Our senators are wanted,
For crimes and crazy-ness
Our doctor has a problem
With pills, he will confess.
Our president's in Venus,
And the MIP spends all his time,
Playing with his penis,
And composing clever rhyme.
...
the last bit is a bit rude
but so are we all from time to time
it makes a bit to much sence
it needs to be loopeaer
.
jujubee.candy is full of sugar,wear as pills are safe and
fun,just ask alice she had a great time in wonder land..
.....dr knows best...
Dawit, before you applaud me for being iconoclastic with
regards to my shoelessness I must warn you that I am quite
fanatic about a good pair of socks which I have far too many
to count...all Thorlo!
The verse is far too good...
I'm the king of Siam.
I'm the King of Siam.
I would be the QUEEN!
Digging the drhyming Dawit. I am making a taping of it
tonight. Croon on.
Does anyone know if there is a way to tell if
your modem is going bad without bringing it
into the shop? Is there a test you can run?
Does that mean you like bald guys?
Note to RoMO: I'm a sockman myself, and go for the thick
ones. I have some Thorlo's, but not exclusively. Long
live the thickly-hosed!
drawdE, I can see you've gotten some technical help
elsewhere. Don't forget, this is a trivial (i.e. non-
technical) thread.
Well, the first week of Spring Quarter has ended. One down,
nine to go.
I think I see a light at the end of the tunnel. Do you think
there's an engine behind it?
even if they're only something like "get through the next
nine weeks".
Problem with me and my job is that I don't set any goals
(well, ok, I try to get by from day to day), and after each
nine weeks there's just another even worse nine weeks right
after.
Yes! I will make it to the end of this term. Even if I flake
out and flunk out, I do hereby solemnly declare that I will
not pack up the car and head South until I've turned in my
final grades.
Further- work should not be the thing for which you set
goals. Goals are for life, not work. Work to live, not live
to work, yadda, yadda. I don't know 'bout you, but I make
entirely too little money to be living to work.
Whoops, that should read, "I don't know 'boot you." It was
an honest mistake. Don't kick me out of the club, please.
We won't boot you out of the club for spelling 'boot 'bout.
I shood be booted oot for spelling oot out. I meant to say we won't boot yoo oot for spelling 'boot 'bout. In fact 'bout is considered an acceptable dialectical variant of 'boot, although some scholars think it just soonds funny.
a storm rages...again. It must be the weekend.
Think I'll take off my stinking Thorlos and replace them with
a pair of Tevas then head to the pool where I'll don my
Vipers.
far below the surface.
A happyfoot weekend to all Frootloopians. What's that
smell?? A podiatric P.U. carried on the southwest Chinook,
or perhaps it's just that extra old Gouda ripening on the
counter.
Actually I was leaning more towards a gorgonzola.
Does anyone know how I can pick a lock?
to make my way down here.
Dang!!! I was going to answer your question aL, but
somebody removed that useful post up above. Weekend work
in Melbourne I assume.
p.s. expecting the return of Voyeur -- back from a voyage
of voying in the east, but it appears only one of them may
be in a state of Climax while the other's still 1000's of
km away. Back to a reptillian state, where amphibophagy is
optional.
Reflecting on this thread that preserves the colours and
echoes of other long-gone threads deftly woven between
eyeballs, fingers, and craniums (cranii?).
Seems the Frootloopia language police are needed here, bout
pronounced, 'about', without the 'a' means Bolt(screw or
fastener), in Dutch. Oot(hoot) without the 'h', is
Glaswegian for out, as in boot race terms in, oot, in, oot..
here the Dutch word for boat is used with the same
pronunciation!
I suppose that the above paragraph could be used as evidence
of technical misuse of the thread, but the humouristic
aspect I found interesting as I am presently troubled with
slight insomnia, and hoop not to be further slighted in my
multilinguistic meanderings(Rhine?), all puns intended and
herewith copywrighted
The main branch seems to be Buggered(Yiddish or Greek?), but
I was able to get onto this direct as the thread was
bookmarked(planted/well sown up). Which gets me back into
the garden where this last four days I have been planting
potatoes(for later 'flash' distilling of 'loopiskey') and
planting 4morel,2apple, and 3plum trees(for later
manufacture of various other Froot drinks.
To the other, unfortunately still(?) cool, upper 48ers here
at 54N we have SUN and temps in the 18-20C range. The noise
of the grass growing and buds/pinecones popping is becoming
totally deafening making it nearly impossible to sleep on
the lounger.
The party was great and now starting part two, took 36 hours
to get this on the board; something more than three white
and four red with a six pack in the sun(?).
A silver lining of loquaciousness to your cloud of sleepnessness.
p.s. don't worry about the technical bent, cars, languages and computers have all been discussed but as long as nothing gets fixed, the Frootloopian Mounted Poleez won't bug us.
Wishing you a pest-free garden and a muis-free huis.
"Long live the thickly-hosed!"
*falling off chair onto floor*
Er...ah....Thanks Dawit...I think.
I am somewhat hosed this evening by a Croatian brew chased
(?) by more of that Norman Applejack. But another coil in
my mortality is added because mis calcetines son espeso --
some sort of blue-dyed wool effectively maintaining the
caloric integrity of my pinkies. I have four of these
footwarmers -- one of the original pair spent more than a
year lost in the basement of who I suspect is one Tongkol
Delima. I bought another pair since 3 is better than one,
then the wayward podiatric middlewear reappeared
mysteriously on my doorhandle last birtheve.
Off to dreamland, far too late. On the morrow so nigh must
I lang feign seriousness of countenance and scowl until the
sun plummets in the west.
Selamat tidur, teman saya!
for augmenting my vocabulary by one more herbaceous
triviatron. And I always thought that was where I dwove my
Wabbit.
March up Snowdon with your woad on....&c.to "Men of Harlech"
It is a blue pigment/natural dye obtained from the berries
growing on the Welsh hillsides. It is said that Boadacia,
had her men wear it to scare off the English.
Anyway I didn't know that you drove a Datsun.
I can see none of you have missed me at all. I am gone for
a couple days, and I am forgotten. That's okay, my feelings
aren't hurt. Nope, not one bit.
Yes, Dawit, I LOVE bald men. The smooth and the shiney. I
would pay to watch that show. Love them.
I like socks, too. Big thick heavy soft white ones.
Hey aL, I am offically entering adulthood tomorrow----we
are closing on a house. I am terrified. Shaking even.
Everyone I know is turning into an adult. I present the
evidence, citations of various friends and acquaintances:
"I've got to start think about the future. I've got my whole
life ahead of me."
"This is the only body I've got, I've got to take care of
it."
"It's my birthday. I'm twenty-five. (appropriate turning-25
sound effect.)"
"Eccentric people have money. If you don't have money,
you're crazy. I want to be eccentric."
Obviously, the first quotation is the most naseuating and
frightening, but having spent my share of irresponsibility
with the sources of the second two, I'm alarmed by them as
well. I don't want to join this club!
Jujubee, I was about to boot you oot permanently, but I
think anyone with dreadlocks growing inside their head is
automatically qualified for irrevocable lifetime membership.
Though I must admit that we frown upon the signing of
binding contracts.
Now you've let the cat out of the can of worms, though. I
know I've broached this subject before (there are probably a
few cycles of it on this here very thread), but is there a
time in life when you can count on getting scruples, when
your plans for the future evolve into something more than
"this year I resolve to stay out of jail?" Were all my
friends implanted with chips that went haywire at the age of
twenty-five?
if you think you have been implanted with chips make a tin
foil hat and put tin foil in your shoes,worked great for me
i can personaly recomend it and any left over place around a
chicken put in oven and cook it.
has escaped me too. At 2 x the age of our prez, although I
have a "responsible" job and control myself in most social
situations, that's as far as it goes. Most people think me
odd, I don't own a home nor fambly, and my car is all
shambly. Thank Bob I'm almost finished that Froggy Scrumpy!
J-j-bee -- we (royal) DID miss you. Our apologies for not
vocalizing or typalizing it. This is your thread, and you
should warn us (as you did the previous time) when you're
planning on taking another leave of absence (but maybe that
would illustrate that level of adulthood we are
collectively frowning upon). Yes, we carried on without
you, but it was just carrying on, and it gets out of
character without your guidance. Happy huis closing and I
hope your huis will be an open one.
Bb -- Isatis tinctoria -- I don't think we've got it over
here. But wasn't that Boadicea bodacious! She must be the
mother of the Tuaregs! p.s. did she fight both the English
(Saxons) AND the Romans? She's most famous for the latter,
right?
Vehicularly it's an old Toyota, nae a Datsun nor a Wagon o'
the Folks.
I don't think you're quite twice my age.
What was that?
I can't hear you. . .
Boadicea bodacious! Not very pleased with either really, she
seems to have got the celts together though for one last
flatland battle. I seem to remember, that after she had won
there was a later bash, which invented Cornish(this died in
1951).
For the first twenty years of operations Toyota was known as
Datsun(baby rabbit) in Europe.
Jujubee
so Nice to have you back, we did miss juju; house closings
can be a bore, but there is always the garage sale to look
forward to when you sell for a ginormouse profit!. Before
you close, make sure that the policy is running as you sign!
As for growing up, or becoming an adult(?) I've forgotten,
if I ever did!
I think I must have confused the words adult and grown-up.
They do not mean the same thing. Adult means you can take
care of your responsibilities and grown-up means you need a
shawl and rocker and you never have any fun. I guess I am
an adult and have been for MANY years. (long past 25). I am
not growing-up. NEVER!
I swear it. You know when those fuddy duddy elders say,
"Oh, grow up!" I laugh and think how glad I am that they
recognise that I am far from it.
It is the permenance of the signing that bothers me...what
if I change my mind 10 mins afterwards---too late! What if
I begin to HATE the very foundation of the thing? Tough.
That is what terrifies me so much. I also make that
resolution every day. I don't care much for jail. Thanks
for not booting me oot.
Thank you Dawit--you are so sweet. I probably would have
mentioned I was going to be in absentia if I had known it--
the truth is that I was just too busy to get anywhere near
the puter, plus, the natives were trying to overthrow my
personal government. That took some couping, let me tell
you.
I hope that my house will always be an open one--certainly
open to ya'll--except "dr bob", that is. You don't even
need to phone first--just yodel and I'll throw on an extra
sqid.
Hey Bb--uhmmm, what does that mean?
Should you begin to hate the very foundation of the thing,
you should be aware that one of our very bestest think-tanks
is hard at worl developing a fast-acting chemical cure which
burrows through concrete at lightning speed, weakening the
base and reducing your foundation to dust before you can say
"That's not my signature!"
so i am the only one not wellcome in, thats ok, under my
handle of dr bob,but i have already been invited in so like
a vampire the first offer is all i need.ha ha ha ha ha.
I hate to let the foetid (what's with that "o" anyway --
it's Greek to me?) air from above in, but I think we've got
an important decision to make.
We citizen regulars are of three different stocks, or
perhaps creeds. 1) Those liked by William, 2) Those not
liked by William, and 3) Those ignored, or forgotten by
William. Our choices are two:
1) accept that these differences are fundamental and
irreconcilable, retreat into our own little camps, foment
ill will, and come out cleansing ethnically.
2) continue in the unspoken Frootloopian tradition of
acceptance (even accepting all the dr's (bob, bob
backwards, and eebujuj)). Other threads have their haves
and have nots, we have our liked, not liked, and not
counted, but all are seen as equal under the greedy gaze of
the gator.
If the vote is #1, an international tribunal will have to
decide the case of Robert M.O. who apparently wants to
emigrate (or perhaps even refugize). William may not want
to let him go.
On to the other businesses at hand and foot -- my whip can
still be snapped, ouch, I mean my snap can still be
whipped, but I confess I AM hard of hearing. Too much loud
music when I was EVEN younger than aL. BTW, well, I know
my decade is twice as big as yours anyway. Yes, I have
truly reached aDolthood. Doh!
Bb -- tings is reel mixed up between the continents. In
N.A. Datsun became Nissan, and Toyota was always their
competition. And Rabbits were Volkswagen. Cornish -- you
mean the language or the hen? If the former, I was unaware
it was so recently deceased. I saw a pan-celtic band a
couple of weeks ago, and the Cornish mandolin/bouzouki
player titled most of his jigs, reels, and hornpipes in
Cornish, so I think it's making a comeback.
J-j-bee -- don't forget that your 2nd home is your thread.
I get the message.
dr. bob--look, no quotes. I will let you in, if-BIG IF- you
promise not to try to take my place in my other home. I
might even feed you.
As for the list of the day---I am one of the third variety.
Really, what does that mean? Unknown,
ignore,unacknowledged, glossed over, or snubbed. Methinks
it is the
first.
I really HATE this contraption sometimes. Excuse me, I need
to curse badly. I mean I badly need to curse. Damn, you
know what I mean. This farging bastage.
Ahh, much better now.
A friend is of three varieties. I don't remember any of
them, so I'll continue on anothertangeNt.
The Validity and Usefulness of the Lists of Non-Frootloopian
Citizens on the going's on amidst our fine continent have
been greatly exaggerated.
My official vote is that we consider such documents to be
officially "negligible." After all, a war rages outside, but
here we sit in a box. . .
Farking zardwarks, my good people. Farking zardwarks.
I would like to put forth my offering (in the from of
official document) that Daylight Savings Time is- simply-
WRONG! I have been disposed all week, not only by hour, but
also by day. The changing of time should be outlawed in
WeThePeople's Frootloopia.
I would actually like to see us working progressively
towards a society without time. This would eliminate the
stratification created by the "morning-lark/ night-owl"
class system which we see tearing our nation apart today.
Insomniacs of the Union, I seek your support in pursuit
of this bold and definitive new platform. Together we will
reach the sort of chronotopically-classless society merely
envisioned by BF Skinner.
I will 'cut the ribbon', if you will, on this new age, by
admitting my handicap. I am currently an indentured
morning-lark. Yet I know I can exist peacefully amongst the
nightowls.
Here I must humble-ly slumber, but I continue to seek your
support. All those in favor of creating a society in which
morning people and night people can coexist, say 'AYE!'
Yadda- yadda, 'overcome!'
the race has started
a Hexenial Hooligan!
Agreed, the nation-thread of Frootloopia is self
sufficient, and although we may allow reporting of outside
events, policies, and lists, we need Nunavut here at the
end of the unknown world.
Agreed, down with Chronism. How I've suffered the leers of
my co-workers when I stagger into the orofice at 10 bells.
Saskachewan is our sacred homeland, eternally free from
Savings of the Daylight or Nightlight kind.
Noodle News, or "How Daylight Savings has ruined my dinner!"
Never the swiftest blade in the drawer, I wondered what I
was thinking the other day when I poured the spaghetti
sauce on the plate before the noodles. I've poured orange
juice on my breakfast cereal before, but this was before
7:00 PM when I'm never conscious. This week is curry
week. I made a large pot of curried chick peas and
assorted vegetables and vegetabloids (starting with "T").
Also made a big pot of brown rice. Portioned out the
garbanzic slop into five functional little plastic devices
and put in fridge for a workweek's worth of microwavable
convenience. Came home late last night. Placed pot of
water on stove to boil. Added fettucine. Noodles cooked,
drained, and added parmesan and (basil) pesto. In mean
time had heated up one of my portions, and my nose told me
something was amiss. Removed it from microwave and dumped
it on prepared noodles, only then realizing that pasta-
sauce week was last week. Point being, daylight savings
time has screwed me up so bad I can't tell pasta week from
curried legume week. I'll probably be eating like this
until I fall back into real time again.
This is about when your's truly hangs low...and this time
it's a hexicentennial thang.
Some Random Thoughts as the Night Spins On:
Am I the only one who eats dinner at mid-night?
Aren't we overdue for an earthquake?
Was it real?
Will hair ever stop springing forth from my body?
What about the bears?
My accountant says that I'm in my 'earning years' ...what the
hell is that supposed to mean?
How did 'Pu Ehr' get it's name? ( Japanese is so much easier
to understand)
Al dente?
NOPE! i'se here in Lunnon town again - and the news of
gators in English lakes was true - but I didn't do it! Glad
this is still going - when I get home Monday I can sit and
actually try to read it - but paying by the minutes... love
you but...
Aye.
Many times I have eated my dinner at midnight, or
later/earier. I try to feed my children at a "sensible"
hour, but non-sense for me.
My breakfast never seems to come as I am still up then. I
love the no time continuum concept. Since I hold more than
one office, can I vote more than one time?
I wonder who will attain the 600th spot. My guess is Dawit.
He just seems to be in the right place at the right time
sometimes.
Hi Voyeur----Did the fun find you in Thai? I just bet.
If we work very, very hard, I bet we could make it 600
before Dawit is conscious enough to arrive in Frootloopia
(being as he self-imposed a ban on himself from posting
before 10). He's a real moonlighter. Since my schedule has
been cruelly and unfairly been made diurnal, I don't think
he and I have even been on at the same time. . .
Of course, since my computer has become really tempermental
lately (crashing in the most wide and varied manners and
applications, at both the most innopportune and somewhat
opportune times) I won't be of much help. . .
Sorry mate got mixed up with toyota and nissan....duh..
Cornish language last spoken by a little old lady in 1951(?)
but recorded by BBC on their indestructable non-rusting tape
so they say!. The Morrismen seem to be everywhere it is
quite 'in' at the moment with May day coming up!
Latest report on Limey 'gators, "When last seen it was about
4 feet long with four legs and a tail",(it did not look like
a large water rat).
Jujubee: Policy(s) fire,earthquake,flood,life,mortgage
payments,unemployment/disablement cover.(you may add Third
party risks also as you have kids!). This is not a drill!
Night meals are very bad for the system unless regular!
earthquake.
had a little one last night at 4:18 am it was a very short
but strong one i realy hate the ones that seem to go on
rolling,
billie boy since we are all regular here we can eat at
anytime we like.
Like horeshoes and hand grenades!
It should be me! Even though I don't have any useful content
left to post with, cause I spent it all ressurecting the
rightiousness of Texwad in the "Waht's Your NAt'l Moment"
post above.
I should be 600. I suffer so much, I have to win something.
. . You understand.
My goodness, we talk a lot.
I'm stiil here ha ha ha
TAP vs MOSO
What's the score?
Sorry Jujubee -- you didn't win the "Guess the 600th
poster" award. Maybe I would have been there if I'd
started at the bottom. Are you folks top-downers, or
bottom-uppers?
To partially satisfy the curiosity of M.O.:
I sometimes eat at midnight. Sometimes it's dinner,
sometimes just a midnight snack. Right now it's 2:45 and I
think it's time for wee hours snack. Make that a large wee
hours snack. I'll try not to get crumbs on the thread.
Pu Erh -- I think it's a place in Yunnan after which the
tea was named (and most likely originated). How did the
place get the name? I dunno. This particular "Pu" means
"universal" or "general", and "Er" (dictionary consultation
time) is only translated as the name of a lake in Yunnan.
Can't find either the place, nor the lake on my Atlas.
Al Dente (are you asking how it got it's name?)
Hair will continue to sprout from your fertile body even
after you have drawn your last breath.
And bears are even hairier!
Are you sure he didn't say "You have yearning ears"?
Voyeur, welcome semi-almost back. The snow has melted!
You've got some ketchuping to do.
Bb -- believe it or not, I've got some recordings of Morris
dancing music. I like to listen to it while mopping the
floor. I'm glad I moved into a place with hardwood floors,
because mopping the carpet rarely produced the desired
results.
Dopeyness Part II: Bought some groceries on my way home
last night (milk and other perishables). Put them in my
knapsack. Came home. Got right down to simultaneous
posting and eating. Went to bed. Got up this morning and
realized all my perishables were still sitting in the
knapsack in the hall. I think my brain needs a good
cleaning. I'll take it out tonight and soak it in the
glass of water by my bed.
TO REACH 666
thats one thats all yours i'll take 777,if the numbers are
up for grabs who wants 90210,i wonder what the highist
number ever reached is ?,seen one that was 750 long but
that was a while ago,
any one suffering depression from not being the 6ooth
poster please make an apointment with nurse janice and i'll
see you on monday in the office,
Was just curious about how Pu Ehr tea came to be known as
'Camel Breath'....supposedly has great medicinal qualities. I
take one of the 'nests' and steep it overnight in a little
water, then strain it off into my protein smoothie the next
morning. It's the blast that lasts...better than an espresso.
Makes a damn good chai also...as long as you use the real
chai masala.
Al Dente? I really thought he was an actor on an Italian TV
sitcom...all about a very dysfunctional family with two kids
that are going through adolescence.
Bears: Yes...I have been sometimes compared to
one..especially when tired or hungry or both. And some
references had nothing to do with the quadrapedal types.
You, Mr. M.O.! I've got beef with you. What's up with your
'Daily Devotions for Long-Lasting Post?' thread?!!?!!?
You distinctly mention our mountainous/beachy/
tropical/continental/ onanistic/polysexual/
anarchic/socialist homeland FROOTLOOPIA! Are you seeking an
annexation? Are you trying to colonize? This seems premature
as we haven't yet even established out own sovereignity. . .
Crow Cusses observed forcing their fuzzy little purple
faces up amongst last years dead grasses on Nose Hill.
Sprang has spronged.
Here's one from my cookbook shelf. Untested by me, so no
guarantees:
*** Calamaretti alla Malvasia ***
1/4 cup (30g) dry breadcrumbs. 1 tbsp chopped flatleaf
parsley. 2 cloves garlic minced. 2 tbsp grated pecorino
or parmesan. Salt and freshly ground pepper. 1/2 cup (125
ml) Olive Oyl. 8 small squid (4 lb / 1.8 kg total),
cleaned, with bodies intact and tentacles very finely
chopped (ouch). 1 large red onion, sliced. 1 cup (250 ml)
Malvasia wine. 6 pomorodini (sp pomodorini?) or cherry
tomatoes, quartered lengthwise.
Mix breadcrumbs, parsley, garlic, pecorino and season w/
salt and pepper to taste. Add 5 tbsp olive oil and chopped
tentacles. Mix thoroughly. Stuff squidlets 3/4 full and
close by weaving toothpick thru edges.
Fry onion in remaining 3 tbsp oil in large saute pan over
low heat until caramelized (about 10 min). Push to the
side and add squid and 2 or 3 tbsp water. Cook turning
until golden brown (3 - 4 minutes) (this seems unlikely to
me at low heat with water added!). Add Malvasia and scrape
bottom of pan. In the time it takes to do this (?) the
squid will be done.
Arrange the squid on a platter w/ the onion surrounding
them. Garnish with tomahtoes, then smoosh it in your face.
You really need to skip those nasty onions. If they were
crispy-fried, they might be acceptable, but the limp gooey
ones? BIG YUCK!
Calamar with parm---yummmmmmmmm!!!!! I really like the
smooching part. Or was that smoosh? Either way.
Has anyone ever heard of a KIRBY? It is some kind of fruit.
My sister has it listed on her diet and has no clue. I did
a search with no fruity results.
My Universe is My Walnut topic seems to be gone, but I
wanted tell you about something strange.
For some reason I can't really put my finger on, homes in
coastal areas don't seem to *have* basements, attics, second
stories, etc. . .
Tee-hee.
A big sloppy smooch right on the beak!! Watch out you
don't get tentacles up your nose!
aL, a number of innocent and interesting topics have been
disappearing all weekend. Probably some weird thread-
eating disease. Thanks to our massive galaxial size, I
think we're safe here in Frootloopia.
You know, I was thinking about the basementlessness of
coastal abodes as I typed. I hadn't thought of the "keep
it low" phenomenon, but that's pretty obvious too hoo. How
about you just dig a big hole somewhere in the midwest and
bury it all? Or, you could put it under the Canadian
Shield (that's where we're going to stuff nook-ular waste
from other countries).
I can't find anything on Kirby's either, but it rings some
kind of bell in the hollow echo chamber of my brain. Could
it be some variety of a more common fruit. I went looking
for "Kirby melons" but couldn't find anything there
either. Noo I'm kyerius.
Yum yum Dawit, you could prob replace the squid with say
something like shrimp. But how do you qaurter cherry
tomatos lengthwise?
What's wrong with big onions? Better than those damn raw
tomatos with that embryonic jell.
I knew Kirby once, though I didn't think him a fruit!
Coastal areas have high water tables and the basements
would flood. In the south the second stories get too hot
and too hard to cool. But who cares when you got a beach.
I was thinking about hurricaines, but too expensive to keep
cool is good, too.
I think living in Florida so long somehow affected my
altitude-of-living preferances. I first noticed it when I
was stuck on the 7th floor of a dormitory at Moscow State
University. It drives me nuts to live so far from the
ground.
Burying all my stuff in a hole in the midwest is an
excellent idea. Except I will need a couple of pack-mules to
get it oot there in first place. Anybody know where I can
get a couple of pack-mules? Preferably with the federal -
purchase - discount, of course. . .
is to camp out in the bottom of the grand canyon. Does
anyone know of a goot place farthat? I could bring some of
your "stuff" to bury then. I have a folding army shovel.
That just reminded me...I have not been to an army surplus
store in years....
probably the pomedorino tomatoes are like little roma
tomatoes and are longer than they are wide. With a
spherical cherry tomato I think if you were fussy you'd
just quarter them along the stem axis. But you'd leave
them out anyway wouldn't you?!? I think shrimp would be
ok, but you'd have trouble stuffing them unless they were
really big. Maybe you could just halve them lengthwise and
make a sandwich with the stuffing, then stick them together
somehow before frying.
Apion carduorum (Kirby) = Artichoke pear-shaped weevil. I
guess that's not it.
Mules? Not the sort that carry drugs? Dervla Murphy found
one or two in Eritrea and Ethiopia (In Ethiopia with a
Mule), but that's a long way to go. I recommend you
consult the Mule Marketing Board of the Greater Carambas
Area.
now I see my washing machine hookup has had a leak and the
wooden floor in the den is warped and bowed! My life is
falling apart!!! Help...time to go all concrete-->
Who saw the Really Bad Steven King Movie, "Maximum
Overdrive," in which all the machines on earth came to life
and started causing trouble, causing like 8 people to be
stranded at a gas station watching helplessly as a large
crew of semi-s paraded around the gaspumps trapping them
inside? Okay well that seems to happening here.
I just now came over the computer to look at a Russian joke
website, to get myself going on what I *should* be doing,
i.e. russian and things russian, but before I knew what was
happening, I found myself here and typing these aekrha ak
zlka af as ajsjas heeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllpppppppppp!
It's the DIM again! Make it stop!
when driveing keep away from the kirby.!!!!
(Dread of Every Week). If we cancel Monday, no time to prepare for Tuesday, ... and so on...
Trees falling, floors warping, washing machines leaking, Really Bad Steven King Movies. IT'S IN REVELATIONS, PEOPLE!! (Bug-eyed Kent Brockman act).
Actually, for the past month or so, I've had a wierd problem that's getting worse. My bathroom tap, if not used for several hours, emits a smelly sulfurous gas when turned on. Smells something like a match smells immediately after being struck (i.e. more like sulfur dioxide than hydrogen sulfide). One of these days I'll get around to telling the landlord or lady.
Hel
Seems to have straightened itself out.
all's well that ends well ...
As you all may or may not be aware, I have recently
initiated a movement amonst all the proletaria of the world
to ban Monday. Having (barely) made it through yet another
Monday without reckoning it's senselessness with Bacchus and
(Whatever-the-god-of-laziness-is-called), I have come to
realize that WE CANNOT STOP AT THIS!
I WILL NOT REST (or, at least, I will rest only fitfully and
for no more than 6 hours at a time) UNTIL ALL UNFAIR DAYS OF
THE WEEK ARE OUTLAWED! We must ot quit until we have reached
a world-wide consensus on the unfairness of All Days Which
Begin The Week.
That's right, keeds: I'm going for Tuesday!
your tap is pozest by the evil sprits of the net, trying to
get to the computer by way of the tap,
place a plastic bag over the tap,tied tight,they are sneaky
little things,put plug in the end of tap,place candels
around tap,then say,by the power vested in me by the people
of friutloopa go away,then run around the house naked three
times.
if this does not work,you are doomed to a life of smelly
taps.
Which dr. bob(?) It worked so far, in that the gaseous
emissions are still confined to only one tap. I'll repeat
nightly until I'm run out of town or committed.
I like this logic aL. Once all days that begin the week
(i.e. all days but the weekend) are banned, then I'll no
longer have any days to worry about preparing for. No more
DIM, no more foggy DEW.
So, know any good Russian jokes? Are they as funny as
Chinese "sayings"?
Well, there are different sorts of jokes that show up on
this particular site. I've seen quite a few of them repeated
on YC. There were quite a few about Clinton, I posted my
crappy translation of one of them inside somebody's Clinton
joke thread a couple of months ago.
It was something like this:
A minister approaches Boris Yeltsin, "We, sir, are a
civilized country and we DEMAND impeachment."
"Well," sez Yeltsin, fingering his fly, "We all know
impeachments are initiated in *civilized* countries."
Right now there are a lot of Kosovo/anit-American jokes on.
For the most part, however, they're just dirty. It's just
inspiring to check in and read a joke based on an obscene -
play- on -words, and realize I can understand it. Of course,
that doesn't always happen.
Bill Clinton
she has gone again and i miss her so.where are you .i
haven't heard from you for a while.hope alls well.
.
dawit what do you meen witch doctor,there is only one ,
Yesterday I connected, but it was gone. Vanished,
destroyed. No reason, no message, never an explanation. The
Castle again! Something you did, something you said, but
you never know what it was. The all powerful Castle.
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against
principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the
darkness of the this world, against spiritual wickedness in
high places.
I had a pithy story Mr S, but we can't risk that now, not
with the castles informers about. I am in the terminal
stage of the countdown, soon to Hanksville and on to Cedar
Mesa. Plans may be altered due to the record snow pack in
the west. Some canyon routes aer extremely muddy, some
flooded, others a danger if the melt off is sudden.
Exploring other options, such as a visit to the sky city of
Acoma, if longer backpacks prove impossible.
Mr S with all the natural wonders in that great and mighty
province of Alberta, I'm shocked your not out in it more. I
had a vision of the Albertans army forming up on the
weekend, then heading out into the Canadian Wilds.
Exploring and hunting fossils along the Red Deer River.
Expeditons to Lake Athabasca, home of the mighty wood
Buffalo herd, or my favorite, skip the tourists, Banff and
Jaspar and head on to the heart of the Canadian Rockies; Mt
Robson. .. No midwinter meetings at Tim Hortons for jelly
donuts, before out to snow shoe, ice fishing or the X-
country sking? Maybe a fantasy, Yes, but it was good for
me.
Natural areas are going the way of your favorite travel
haunts. it's just a slower process of degradation. don't
tell me there isn't one place that lives in your memory, in
your minds eye (when your smacking faucets with a pipe
wrench and uttering foul curses) that has transformed,
hotels, fast food, etc. I know many. Same thing with
wilderness areas, just in a different way. Get out there
and go now - before Holiday Inns and airports sprout on
Baffin Island, like they have on Nuweiba and Koh Samui. You
were talking about hitting Laos, nice country yet ... It
pays to have ex WT Xpat and PC friends. Back in 92 I
started recieving postcards, summons from my past, friends
who still live in SEA. they told me emphatically "you get
your sorry A** to Laos and you do it now!" They kept on
sending them. A real sign of a true friend as I have a
thicker than normal cranium. I went. Take a look over at
Salon.com, at their "Wanderlust" travel section. In fact Mr
S you might submit a piece on a peregrination or two, as
they do publish. Use their archive system and look for
articles on Laos, the most recent (if more than one) - If
Scandinavian Bakeries and speedboat rides to Pak Ong caves
are a reality today, are cybercafes and banana pancakes far
behind. Food for thought.
And get out, away from that monitor, Canada calls for her
children!
what can i do for you,all you have to do is ask,
why do i think the mesage was ment for me .
am i being paranoid?am i the only one to see the hidden
meenings.rush to my office at once,treatment has to start
,NOW,
If you've somehow communicated on several levels to several
citizens of Fruitloopia, you have uncommon powers and hold
us all in the grips of your hypnotic text. We shall obey
(as in Ebenezer). No disagreement with your wise counsel.
As soon as we, under our compassionate Presidente have
eliminated all the workdays of the week, we shall be free
to join that solitary army.
Come to think of it, I rather like banana pancakes, but
given the choice, I'd go for mawk khai mod (recipe to be
randomly and non-sequiturly placed in some other thread in
a week or two).
Hasten ye to the land of 4 x 4, or is it 4 x 90...
p.s. to Dr. Bob. It wasn't really a question... I know
there's no question of which witch!
Sure you say you can help, Dr Bob. But how do I know you
don't work for the Castle? They're everywhere. Even as I
type, one big fat pompous boss man has appeared! There is
no reason he should be here at this time of night ....
unless he works for the Castle! I bet they just paged him
and now he will come over for trivial small talk. It's just
like him, but I know, I know! They've tracked this computer
- I KNEW IT WAS A MISTAKE TO GET MSN NETWORK. BILLS IN WITH
THEM!!!! DON'T YOU SEE IT?
Besides this machine has a real problem with reloading!! a
three minute to eternity operation. If there was anything
you could do to help it's far too late now. they know where
I am at, they'll come for me sooner or later. And to think
I used to be a subscriber to their little typed up
newsletter, (15 years ago?!) back when they were a two bit
operation. I even had one of those yucky polyester T's they
sold!! Then they got together with Bill. A lot of water
under that bridge, totally monoply in travel books and
software operating systems, but does anyone care?! It's
like nobody sees the connection. I'll try to get back in
touch but with the pompous one stalking! They'll hunt me
down between the cubicles - like a dog.
I never go far.
I have just not had much to say. Hard to believe, huh?
Poor J.K. Do you want to have a consult bob? I would be
happy to throw in my 2 pennies.
As for the which Witch question.....I did just buy a new
broom that is fontching at the bit to get moving.....really.
Behave yourself Dawit.
But those sundried octopus snacks with a glass of beer and
an ouzo chaser on the terrace in the afternoon sun on a
greek island takes a lot of beating I think!
Yes, I needed to say that.
I just went to the grocery store. It has been, as drawdE so
helpfully pointed out above, so nice and sunny here and I
had NO PRODUCE (hmmph!) and I conjured up the image of this
most beautiful tasty salad in my mind, o it be glorious, I
imagined:
lettuce and
baby onions
(DON'T LOOK, drawdE!)
and roma tomatos
artichoke hearts
and feta
and almonds
with vinegrette.
And, with that, I went forth and procured myself many
glorious things. I had to fight with myself over the feta
for awhile, but I finally found a package small enough for
even my miniscule budget. THEN CAME THE ALMOND CRISIS!
This grocery store is horrible, horrible, bad. They only had
almonds in mondo sizes, way out of pocket. I tried to
struggle with myself for a moment, but in the end I lost
out. I am just too much of a cheapo to spend that much money
on any one grocery item.
Now we return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
even without the almonds, but as you had the anticipation,
you would no doubt suffer the lack. Come to think of it
they would have made it special in a sort of Moorish way.
Billielad, nice image. Sounds like you should be doing
more than "saying" it. How about a re-creation in your
garden some sunny summer's day? In a vague semi-
coincidence, I'm drinking Retsina tonight. "Bright and
fruity with a balanced acidity and overtones of industrial
cleaning compounds".
What happened to the Dylan post? aL, your and James S's
impassioned defenses of Mr. Zed inspired me. I put stylus
to vinyl for the first time in perhaps two decades or
more. First it was "Another Side of...", then tonight,
"Highway 61 Revisited". I recall you listed "Desolation
Row" in James' guitar faves post a few months back, and now
I remember why I would agree with this. That's Charley
McCoy doing the acoustic noodling, and I wish I remembered
more about him. He was a well know session / studio
musician in the 60's (Nashville based, I think), playing
guitar, harmonica, and other goodies. I just can't
remember what else / who else he played on / with, and
haven't been able to dig anything out of the web so far
either. I'm pretty sure Doug G. had a solo album of his
though. I'll drop him a line.
K. -- it's like you're trapped in Dilbertville. It's the
modern equivalent to The Castle. I was going to say The
Castle with a sense of humour, but of course K. your
creator had a sense of humour too.
I always beehive myself!! What R U talking aboot?
P.S. I remember this new broom thing -- some wiccanesque
equinoxial thing wasn't it? You may need to explain...
I always beehive myself!! What R U talking aboot?
P.S. I remember this new broom thing -- some wiccanesque
equinoxial thing wasn't it? You may need to explain...
and turn your head sideways to see the above two posts in a
whole new light.
On the bright side, double posts hasten Frootloopia's march
to overtake the sissy nation of WCaYCF.
spring cleaning---sweeping out the old, sweeping in the
new. Flying. All the regular broom things that witches do.
Her name is Trudy.
That was a general purposes "behave yourself" nothing
specific....you know how you get.
aL-I like sunflower seeds on my salad. Nice crunch in the
mouth and not a horrible one in the pocket.
Help! that's against my religion! Juju - jump on
Trudy(grabbing a bag of gator and squid) and fly on up here!
I'll cook and you sweep?? - ah well.. a girl can dream.And
the cleaning lady does come next week..thank god.I give uop
a lot of things like almonds to afford her!
Dawit or RoMO - have you got a recipe for either the clear
seafood version or the chicken and cocoanut cream version of
Tom Yam??I know it's cheating, but brought home some Tom
Yam stock cubes...And is there an acceptable substitiute for
lemon grass? the closest is in NYCity.. As you can tell my
taste buds are in withdrawal ..
Absolutely no substituting allowed. That would be a crime.
As for the flying up there, I would except I was just
informed a couple hours ago we are having company for
supper. Yippee!
Dawit--I have a problem with my cursor....I think it is on
drugs. It is having some tracer-like tremors. Does this
mean we need to schedule an intervention? It is getting
pretty freaky just watching it, I can't imagine how it
feels. Well, maybe I can.
If you're having trouble with your cursor, I'm sure you can
just hop up to the topic of the branch and find plenty of
four-letter words, which can be easily cut and pasted. In
fact, there are even a few sprinkled here and there in our
own lovely thread.
or perhaps several scoops...
12:55 PM (no allusions to this thread's topic): Just back
from lunch (pork souvlaki w/ Greek salad @ roast potahto),
and I'm tempted to check TTYC for anything exciting. Don't
get nowhere. Times out. Back to work. 7:30 PM, try
again, same deal. Try LP main page -- can't get there.
Call friend who can get there from his company. So now I
suspect my company has blocked the site at our pesky proxy
server/firewall.
This is somewhat ironic and funny/sad, since I'm a mundane
middle manager it the Info tech dept of this company, and
had a hand in drafting our Internet Access policy. Have
they been noticing how much time I spend here. Most is at
night but very (increasingly) occasionally I spend 10 - 30
minutes around noon here. Or have they noticed some of the
"inappropriate" TTYC material I have to scroll by to get
here (speaking of 4-letter cursors)? Shouldn't be
bandwidth concerns because we're all text.
So, I panics and phones TELUS PLAnet. The nice lady gets
me a userid and password in about 15 minutes. I print off
all the settings / configuration info from their website
and go home. I simultaneously slurp noodles and configure
my PC, and here I am!! No prying eyes or synapses, at
least none that care about what I read or say. HA!! I'm
only slightly grumpy that this is costing me some of my own
$$'s. I'm still using a company PC. Big drawback (or
maybe it's a blessing in disguise) is that I won't be able
to connect from work.
It's also amusing that even though I only connected at
28.8, it still seems pretty fast to load, probably because
I'm not going through that @#)(*@#) work proxy gateway /
firewall. JA JA JA JA!!!
That is all. Recipes to follow.
All-Systems-Function
Techno-Speak-Detect
Unidentified-Error
Abort-Retry-Fail?
Receiver-Doubleplusungood-Paranoid
System Connect failed!
\Check Netscape (@yadda.yadda.blablabla.com) for error
message. There may be a firewall. Or maybe you just need
more patience.
the less the purist I become, and have been known to accept
substitutions. (I'm behaving, Jujubee, you young purist).
Don't know if the only slightly older RoMO would agree, but
he's been swimming around closer to the surface these days,
so you'll just have to put up with my advice. By the way
Voyeur, welcome back, and (harumph) it took you long enough
to get back down here.
Those stock cubes are not half bad, you know. The
essential and unique flavour ingredients are of course
lemon grass, Bai Makrood (kaffir lime leaves, from the tree
in RoMO's yard), lime juice, and chilli (sin carne).
If you have trouble finding lemon grass, you will have even
more trouble finding bai makrood. You can often find it
dried (whole or powdered) in S.E. Asian food stores, and
less commonly (around here anyway) fresh. The lemon grass
flavour to me is basically a citron oil with an added sweet
"perfumy" element, and many recipes say you can substitute
zest of lime or lemon. It's not that far off. Bai makrood
is really unique and I don't know of a substitute (other
than the gnarly little fruit of the tree itself, which is
even less common than the leaf if you don't have access to
RoMO's tree. The coconut milk versions are more likely
than not to contain galangal (Thai = kha, Indonesian =
laos) -- that whitish (sometimes pinkish) gingery root
(quite common in medieval English cooking). You can often
find this fresh, sliced dried or frozen, or powdered at
S.E. Asian food stores too. Not sure if your TY cubes
would contain it or not.
Anyway, here are a couple of recipes I'm stealing from a
book (with my "ed. notes"). The 1st one (the clear Tom Yam
broth w/ Shrimp) uses both lemon grass and lime zest. With
the broth cubes, I'm sure you can get by without having
lemon grass or makrood leaves on hand.
1 tbsp veg oil
shells from prawns
4 pints chicken stock
1.5 tsp salt
3 stalks lemon grass cut into 1" lengths
4 citrus (makrood) leaves
1 tsp lime peel, thinly sliced (ed. note, watch out for
bitterness)
2 green serrano chillies, thinly sliced
2 lb fresh prawns, shelled, deveined
1 tbsp fish sauce
juice of 2 limes
1 red serrano chilli, thinly sliced (ed. note, fussy fussy)
2 tbsp coriander leaves (cilantro), coarsly chopped
3 spring onions, coarsly chopped
Heat oil in pan and fry shells until they turn pink (ed.
note, I prepared this for some rural Japanese once, and
they didn't at all like this shrimp shell flavour --
acquired taste perhaps)?
Add chicken stock, salt , l.g., makrood, lime peel, and
green chillies. Bring to boil, cover, reduce heat and
simmer for 20 minutes. Strain mixure and return liquid to
pot and bring to boil again. Add prawn to stock and cook
for 2 to 3 minutes. Reduce heat to simmer and add fish
sauce and lime juice. Stir and immediately remove from
heat. Pour into tureen, sprinkle w/ red chillies,
coriander, and spring onions.
Chicken and Coconut milk soup ((Kaeng) Tom Yum Gai):
2.5 pints "thin" coconut milk (ed. note, just use the
canned stuff)
1 small chicken, sectioned and cut into bite-sized pieces
3 stalks lemon grass, bruised, and cut into 1" lengths (ed.
note, come to think of it, I would bruise or smush it for
Tom Yam too).
2 teaspoons galingale powder (ed. note, or a few tbsp of
fresh, frozen, or dried slices)
3 spring onions, finely chopped
2 tbsp coriander leaves, chopped
4 to 6 fresh serrano chillies, seeded and chopped
juice of 2 limes
3 tbsp fish sauce
Bring coconut milk to boil (ed. note, I've read you
shouldn't over-boil it nor put the lid on it as it may
curdle or separate). Add chicken, l.g., and laos (or your
t.y. cubes). Reduce heat and simmer until chicken tender.
Add spring onions, coriander and chillies, and let start to
simmer (but not boil) again. Remove from heat and stir in
lime juice and fish sauce.
Of course you can alter proportions and ingredients in the
above to suit your tastes, and those of your lucky dinner
guests. Make sure it's Seasoned appropriately.
Chicken Bone Appetit!
Mister Indonesian Produce Officer, you may have noticed
that, in your unforeseen absense, I have been dispensing
advice relating to all things various and sundry (Acting as
a 'rennaisance women', if you will.)
You must, of course, be aware, that this can lead to no
good. While I am certified in one hundred and forty-twelve
territories to make decisions regarding 'Clearly Defined
Areas of Ambiguity,' my area of expertise is sadly confined
to distinctions between sauces and condiments.
While a commitee of obliging and sympathetic
undersecretaries has been most effective in helping to
maintain the-standards-of-peaceful-anarchy-which-make-our-
country-great over this period of your untimely absence, I
am afraid that this action will sortly cease to be
effective, as I plan a gradual return to my natural habitiat
amongst the trees over the next few weeks.
I am embiggened by your publication of recipes relating to
various (possibly indonesian) vegetables, and I am certain
that this is a sign of great things yet to come.
LET NO EPILEPTIC MOUSE, FIREWALL, NOR HOUSEHOLD APPLIANCE
OF ANY KIND THWART YOU IN YOU CONTINUED EFFORTS TOWARDS
FROOTLOOPIAN GREATNESS!!!!
Call me a snob but the only way to make a *REAL* Thom is with
fresh ingrediants. Yep, I have the makrood tree as well as
lemongrass, qat, and papaya ( Som Tham Mara Gor any body?)...
In the summer I grow Thai basil as well. One year I even grew
rice that I had found in my backpack from a headress thing
one of my Irian friends had adorned me with. It grew
beautifully and was full with heads of grain. Just divided
and repotted the ginger that I bought from the Jamu lady on
the streets of Jayapura and the jeruk Bali is about 15' high
now and loaded with flowers. Will it make fruit this year?
All of these made 'the move' except for the papaya and the
jobs tears which I don't really miss anyway.
So while I may be considered to be a 'rennaisance man', I
don't make my own trassi or nori but have been known to make
my own tofu and can whip out a curry paste in no time flat.
And now that it's spring and I see that the Japanese
Supermarket has fresh bamboo shoots I'm giving some serious
thought to making an aromatic curry (Gang Naw Mai) with them.
The summer garden is usually devoted to tomatos...but not
just any old variety. One year was some strange heirloom
thing from Oaxaca. The next was a gold variety that became
the staple for many marinaras and salads. The marinara looked
like pus but tasted 'out of this world'. Yeh, it was that
good.
Still working on growing kangkung, gra chai, and okra.
Planted rau ram once and it overtook the garden and
absolutely no success with durian ...although they did
sprout.
Sheeuttt.Just because I live in Climax( a potential Capital
of Frootloopia) doesn't mean I can't LIKE spicy (and well
SEASONED) foods - it just means I can't ever eat them at
home. And here I thought I had done something clever by
inflitrating the stock cubes..Can't get lemongrass, Makrood
- hah!!,fish sauce??? can I use canned chilis... think I can
find green ones in the Mex section (Old El Paso -
weep),coriander I have frozen from the garden,..Galingale
powder - who he?? Aw shit.
And then RoMO comes and rubs salt in the wound... AND
Crabtree and Evelyn no longer make Vetyver...
Life sucks,. I shall go eat a Big mac and large fries and
just wait for my arteries to slam shut....
The cubes (if you haven't tried them), really do have the essential ingredients / flavours, and I'm sure you'll be happy with them. Just use good chicken stock, chicken or shrimps, lime juice etc. and it ought to work.
I am rather jealous of that RoMO fellow though. I used to make all my own Thai curry pastes from 1st principles (well, I didn't grow much myself except coriander, peppers, and holy basil in the summer). They definitely tasted better than any store bought creation, but nowadays I just don't have the time. My pastes come from a little can that looks like "Gourmet Miss Mew" or something like that.
See? I told you you were paranoid!
Triedit in the garden but it's difficult to get fresh
octopus to sundry here as the North Sea is too far away and
too cold (100Km & max15 celcius). Did have a bash with a few
greeks and a pole once but got the ouzo and wodka mixed up
with the jenever after about two hours, fab party! the still
talk about it, and it was in 1978!
Regarding dylan, do you mean the pisshead from Laughan or
the bozo from Woodstock?
Voyeur, glad to see you back in reasonable shape after your
latest jaunt, did you try currying the frogs?, you can get
them in good french 'chinks' at a reasonable price,take-away
too I understand; does make the Michelin guige hopping mad
though!
I have much of that stuff in my cabinet right now, at this
very minute. You want I should send you some?
I wrote that to you, Voyeur.
See what happens when you let your head run things?
I won't let that happen again.
what's that, you're running into things with your head?
Should wear a helmet...
Bb -- Ouzo, wodka & jenever -- now there's a shooter to
calm the queasy stomach!
Re Dylan -- the howler from Hibbing.
I officially declare Yinglish as our state language.
Please post lesson #1.
Of COURSE I want you to send them -- or, no! - now that your
dinner guests are few and gone - hop on Trudy and come on
up!
Dawit -- then on the clear version, I can skip which bits of
your mouthwatering recipe?? ie do the cubes have the fish
sauce stuff? Ie - cubes, lime,prawns,chilis, sp onions and
coriander??That i can deal with!ooo tastebuds cranking up!
hah - late breaking brain wave! If you email me at the
address below.. I'll send you a real addy adn you can MAIL
me these leaves!!??? "livesinclimax@yahoo.com"
Are you saying you don't have fish sauce either?
Do you not have a market there at all? It seems I might be
sending a large care package instead of a smallish envelope
of root powder. You poor baby, I had no idea you were in
boonyville.
Lessons aL? Do we get workbooks? An Ying to Eng dictionary?
Yinghaw!!!!
Voyeur, I have used the Maggi cubes before. Don't have any
right now to confirm the ingredients, but your generic Tom
Yam cube would definitely contain essence of lemongrass and
makrood. Quite possibly chilli for spiciness, and some
sort of acid for sourness, salt, and msg.
Next time you're in the Ig Bapple, pick up a big bottle of
fish sauce in an Oriental (S.E. Asian) store. It's called
Nuoc Mam in Vietnamese, and Nam Pla in Thai. Dark clear
smelly-fishy and very salty. In it's absence (pls don't
hit me RoMO) you MAY be able to substitute a tiny bit of
anchovie (or paste thereof).
I'm still sure you can manage a passable potage with the
cubes and the stuff you can get in the greater Climactic
region.
The fresh leaves don't last long, so RoMO would have to
pneumatically seal them or thoroughly dry them before
sending. The dried leaves do retain most of the flavour.
Hmm.. now I've got a hankering for Thai food...
that settles it!
Okay, Yinglish lesson no.1
Caarefully examine the contents of Voyeur's post 658.
I.Choose an example of good Yinglish word-order from amongst
the following:
a)Powders, incence, and brews
b)I have much of that stuff in my cabinet right now, at this
very minute.
c)You want I should send you some?
is a bit "Yiddlish", no?
p.s. I think 658 was Jujubee in a blonde moment. If I had
hair some of it would be blonde too.
Speaking of hair, I was going to go get it (what "it" there
is anyway) cut today, but had my bicycle helmet on too
tight earlier, and still have 2 big dents in my forehead.
I wouldn't want the barber to think I've been recently
lobotomized. Sigh.
Albany is lucky to have a pseudo "imported grocery"store.. I
will dutifully go look at it and see if by some miracle they
have fish sauce... but the chances are slim to none.It will
have to be the next ethnic-food fix to the Big Apple!
Mean while \ all care packages gratefully accepted/
I rather think that JuJu aside from her other titles
(Mistress of the Mint..etc) has ,in fact, unknowingly
written the book on Frootloopian -aka Yinglish. However, it
will take a linguist of El Jefita's skills to translate it
into any known language!
But you knew that.
Alright, even though I just spent the last 4 hours trying to
devise lesson plans for the next week, you are a good and
inspiring student, Damit. Thus I will continue pedagogizing
for just a few more moments.
YINGLISH LESSON 2
The phrase you have learned above is very useful. By varying
your intonation, you can deliver a wide range of subtexts
using this one construction.
TASK:
You can now use your Yinglish skills and varying pitch to
put together meaningful sentences, combining the "You want I
should" particle with the following phrases.
EX1: I don't want to go to the barber right now, he'll think
I had a lobotomy.
You want I should go to the barber and let him think I'f had
a lobotomy?
EX2: Ah, beubulah, you don't have any lemon grass?
You want I should send you some of that stuff now?
EX3: The Rosenstein boy's Bar Mitzvah is on the same day as
out little Joshua's.
You want I should miss my own grandson's passage into
manhood for that little gemischte boychik?
i often pop down here but never have a clue what people are
talking about. there is no way that i'm reading the whole
thread though!
Oi Veh!! and it's Sunday - so I think I;ll have a bagel and
schmear for breakfast!
You want we should read (act) it out loud to you!? Ay
Caramba!! (sorry, Springfieldlish creeping in). Print off
the whole thing and take it on your next holiday for
perusal and possible brain damage.
Sid Dithers was one of my most favourite exponents of
Yinglish. Whenever he heard anybody mention "San
Francisco" (in any context whatsoever) he would pipe up
with "San Francisci!?!?... So didja valk n'didja flew?"
Always Knew we could catch a few of the canaries if we were
patient Dawit! What they should have set up for drinkies was
my old favorite mix!, but then we might not have caught this
one eh!.
These yam cubes, is it possible to cultivate them? I've got
my spuds and winter carrots in already and have a small
patch left over. Not going to sow any bird seed though, cos
they never came up last year.
Have a few additional nests in the garden one Green Finch
and one Robin(redbreast), I think that there is another
thrush nest, but I haven't found it yet.
It was actually "San Francisci!?!? So didja DROVE n'didja
flew?!". He kept the tense regular (and also chose
reasonable modes of locomotion for cross continental
distances).
Billieboy, only time will tell before we find out if This
Bird has Flown or not. Out here we are well magpied,
crowed and ravened, groused, and Chinese Pheasanted. A
number of birds of prey as well...
wif de baccards collars are especially numerous and fierce
on Sundays - watch out!
BB - if you can get the yam-cubes to grow.. send me some
sprouts for next year!
Okay, obviously we should have organized some sort of
committee to take care of the praactical logistics of giving
Monday the ole' 'horse's head in the bed.' Now I can see
that in my excitement ever winning everybody's agreement to
slowly eliminate the days of the week, I overlooked the
practicalities.
It's another premature Sunday night. Okay, who wants to
write the next exam for my Russian class? Is there anyone
who can stand in for me at my German test at the end of the
week? Last week I dozed off in my ancient Russian literature
class and woke up to find that I had taken these cryptic
notes:
"Istomen (d.1717)
from:Kursk
-arrived in Moscow as a dwarf."
What does it all mean? Stop the insanity!!! Is it too late
to change my specialty to Yinglish Agriculture and Politics?
Thuc pham a dong. Sounds sooooo good. There is nothing
wrong with a few yam-cuban sprouts...especially good on
salads.
I went to the big mudbug party today. Yuckoooey. I do NOT
eat bait.
Who wrote the book on what? Book, book? What book? You want
I should read you a book? Ok.
I have a new family member....her name is willow. Guess
what she is,er, I mean WHO she is. Yeah, yeah, that's the
ticket.
Brit---You should not a did that. Eyieeee! Ya'll be havin'
that dere drain bammage fo shuah, now.
Why do I (un)even come in here. I don't UNderstand a damn
thing!
'We all float down here. . .'
Literally "Foodstuffs of the East". Mudbugs? Are these VW
Beetles with big knobby tyres?
uneven, it unmatters that you ununderstand. This is the
essence of Your Choice, and down here you don't have to
follow suit or make sense.
Hmmm -- to arrive in Moscow as a dwarf. If I make that my
life's calling, I'll never be DIM'ed again. Such a lofty
goal would override any pathetic little day of the week!
you had a broom so i bet you have a cat to match
Went out fishing last night...was hoping for some hamachi but
ended up with zilch. Well, not really true. Did manage a few
'barries' but the slime monsters are not to my liking and I
ended up giving them away. Not to be discouraged, we anchored
up at 1:30 am and proceeded to 'make bait' which consisted
of squid. YUM!!!!!! My cohorts were not amused the next day
when I brought out my scissors and stood at the bait tank
turning out the freshest ika I've ever eaten. A true
enthusiast, I ate it sans wasabi or shoyu...which I usually
carry with me on my fishing forays.
Helpful fishing tip #1: Always pack a tube of wasabi and
shoyu in your tackle box.
Voyeur:
You want I should send you some makrood leaves? Maybe some of
the fruit too? You can make a 'bitchin' curry with the rind
of the fruit. The leaves I could express mail to you 'cause
as Dammit has pointed out, they loose a bit of flavor when
gone dry.
Interesting trivia:
Was at the local Japanese supermarket...you know, the one
that's as big as 3 Safeways combined, and they were selling
'prepared squid guts' in a small jar for $4.00 ...what a
bargain!
ie -#614 - Kirby.. it's a cucumber!!
so -given that I was away a lot... what is DIM??
RoMO - can you dry the leaves?? or no taste that way??
Express mail seems overkill - but thanks for hte offer!
Re: #669
Stop trying for a cover up here Dammit. We all know that
those 'dents' in your head are really the spots where your
horns sprout from. Barber schmarber! I hear there are Satanic
barbers who can trim around horns and leave nary a nick.
DIM is an acronym for the Dread of Impending Monday, that
sinking feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you
know that the beginning of the oh-so-dreaded business week
is on it's way and nothing you can do, no amount of
unpreparedness on your behalf, nor chanting, nor lining the
entryways and exits to the house with sea salt will prevent
Monday from imposing it's frightful wrath.
It's one of my specialties, actually. I'm almost as proud of
my innovation of DIM as I am of Meter Maids and Customs
Officials.
Beware, fair Voyeur.
We have done away with Mondays...and Tuesdays.
a Septecentenial Cyclops
... or a Heptenial Hooligan
Indeed I like to stroke my horns as they sprout every full moon, while contemplating what evil I shall wreak upon the innocent sleeping creatures of the deep.
Well, RoMO, if you're sending a package to Voyeur, don't forget to include a jar of prepared squid guts. I think this could be a second line for you -- you certainly have access to the real thing and very fresh too! (p.s. do you know how they prepare them?).
Voyeur, thanks for closing the Kirby case. Did you know this all along or have you been diligently researching? p.s. the dried leaves are fine. I reckon they retain 90% of the flavour of the fresh...
Just didn't know it was an issue..Had only sort of skimmed
the bits from when I was away.. adn I think the Kirby ones
are supposed to be burpless - how very very boring!! what
use IS a cucumber if you can't burp afterwards and have a
built in excuse??
RoMO - I love you a lot - and will love you even more if any
parcels DO NOT contain prep.squid guts..!! but I have no
fear of them arriving here as you haven't even got an addy -
tho my booniedom is such that my name and Climax would
suffice!
Datil do it eh?
p.s. we could soon be overrun with gawking tourists -- Ha!
Ha! has posted some "advertising" up top.
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No way am I reading through all that crap. Instead I'm
going to take the prestige of first post here!
Re: #692 First they'll have to get here...and many succumb
to the bends in the process (crashed browsers)...
Voyeur: wouldn't think of sending squid guts!...I'd eat them
before they ever left my grubby mitts. If I remember
correctly I think the label mentioned that they were "good
with booze" !!!!! I kid you not!!!!
BTW: Squid are quite intelligent little creatures. While at
the bait tanks during our seemingly endless boat ride there
was more than one critter that would look up at me and
position himself just so and then let out a stream of water
aimed right at my face. Cute...very cute. Tasty too!
In 691 (the post, not the year) Voyeur states "erm". I've noticed several other erms up closer to the surface. Is this some sort of British version of "Umm" or "Hmm" that you've brought back? It sounds kind of funny, except maybe with those particular British and N.E. USA accents which don't allow for embedded -r-'s.
Also, never got an explanation from aL on the "Gmmmm" variant. My language is evolving around me, and Frootloopia is where I come to get the latest updates.
Gmmmm, ve see zat you appear to posting yet again vrom vork,
Davit. Vhat, we heer at ze kampanee shoold be payinck you
gut zalary, and you shood be doink nuzzinck but askinck
zilly qvestions heer on ze zilly 'Your Choice'? Vhy, eef you
vere knovinck vhat is gut for you, zen you vood not be
askinck zuch zilly qvestions doorinck biznis khours. Gmmmmm.
. .
that imposter. And he/she/it was using my PC too! Either that or I am now coming to you from Tasmania, and have turned over a whole truckload of leaves, getting up each morning before dawn to do an early AM post before heading off to work as a rural mailman (postperson). But if that's the case, then this post is being done by an impostor, because the real me is busy delivering a shipment of lime leaves and lemon grass to Mrs. Pringle from her sister in America.
yup - a sort of English umm but questioning-er.
And a quote from today's BBC headlines:
"Squid Poaching threat to the Falklands
-Illegal squid hunting is wreaking havoc ont eh
environment around the Falkland Islands. The Foreign Office
said a 20MM gun had be fitted to a naval protection boat,
but would only be used under carefully controlled rules of
engagement."
Which brings to mind several thoughts: 1) You be very
careful RoMO! 2) Once again the intrepid Argentine Navy
shakes the core of British Defences and 3) I thought we all
preferred sauteed/sauced to poached??
9:00 PM. I'm going home to cook, eat, and iron. I haven't ironed in about 4 weeks and have nothing but wrinkles. And, as a third alternative, I might try combining some of my activities and see how ironed squid turn out. I think there's a Central American term for this: "pulpo a la plancha".
I have an iron. My mother gave to me as part of a birthday-
gift (sewing-kit) several years ago. It is pocket-sized, I
suppose. I have never tried to put it in my pocket. . . I
used it, I remember distinctly, in September.
Thank goodness that's over.
yahoo i've done it at last,thank you all.
I just got home (excuses in following post) and found your
victory proclaimed and celebrated at the very top of the
tree. Oh Lord, what a glorious day!!!
aL, if you ever do try putting your iron in your pocket (as
no doubt you will do before setting out on your next road
trip), for safety reasons, please make sure it is unplugged.
Does anybody remember the episode when Maxwell Smart
revealed that he had his black belt in ironing?
The weather has turned cool and rainy, and as the train
climbed out of the Bow R. valley, the rain turned to
slush. Walking home I discovered that my shoes are no
longer remotely waterproof. They soak up slush like a
sponge. Nontheless, it wasn't an unpleasant walk home.
Arriving at my door, I discovered I didn't have my keys.
For the first time since I moved way out here into the
suburbs I had forgotten them at work. Hungry and tired.
All the way back to pick them up, and a change in plans. I
no longer have the time or patience to cook, so I stopped
off at a new Hong Kong style place on my way back home
again. One of those brightly lit places with a 20-page
menu, a high decibel level and little kids running all over
the place even late at night. The special is pigeon, and
since I can't recall ever eating pigeon (although a friend
of a friend was arrested in Edmonton for catching one with
intent to devour) I ordered it, along with a pork innards
and pickled mustard greens soup (small). The waiter came
back a few minutes later and informed me that in order to
qualify for the pigeon, I would have to order some sort of
"solid" item in addition to the soup. OK, spinach with
garlic. No surprise, enough food for four arrived. I know
what I'll be eating for the rest of the week.
And this is why I didn't get back in time to make the 700th
post. But it was worth it, just to vicariously experience
dr bob's well deserved joy.
That was anti-climaxic. Sorry Voyeur, nothing to do with
you.
A cucumber? You are kidding. Really? Thanks. My sister will
be thrilled to have the 411.
I do indeed have a cat to match. Thank you for asking. bob.
Squid guts is gooooood eatin' Voy, you should at least try
it. Best with gin. Not that I would know that first hand,
of course.
Hey Dawit, did you know you can freeze those lime leaves?
When you can get them, clean and dry a whole bunch and
freeze them! They work just the same.
I love pigeon--squab if you are classy--and ironing. It
relaxes me. I can stand and iron for hours. I save it up so
I can do it all in one day. Just standing and ironing. Ah,
sweet peace.
to Jujubee: come up and do my ironing any time. And if you're afraid of the weather, although it was slushing last night, it's going to be in the 80's by the weekend.
The real reason I'm coming to you during business hours is to share an e-mail I just received, just in case any of you have a Druck:
o The Druck requires to be calibrated on a yearly schedule. That time is up on April 22/99. The Druck has to be sent out for calibration. If you have anything that requires calibration before we get the Druck back please calibrate it. It will take two weeks to ship it and get it back. I plan to ship the Druck out Monday April 26/99.
Should I put water or milk in my microwavable grits for
supper?
Grits? Yuck. It's like cream of wheat that never managed to
get completely cooked.
Oh, schnitt! It's time that the Druck requires calibrating
again? I have a setan. . .do you think it requires to be
calibrated too?
I'm probably too late drawdE, but what I can tell you is
... I don't have a clue??! Just make sure those grits are
calibrated (and the microwave too). Allow 2 weeks -- hope
you're not hungry. Do they call it grits BECAUSE it never
manages to get completely cooked?
Setan ... setan -- Indonesian for Satan. It also seems to
mean something in Finnish. Whatever, calibrate away.
In case any of you enjoyed Hamsterdance or are otherwise
easily amused:
http://www.freeyellow.com/members6/lauren5689/eyeballboogie.
html
Start a North/South civil war here - but..El Jefita and the
Dawitty one are RIGHT!! There is NO excuse for grits in any
form for eating. Maybe wet for wallpaper paste - or dry for
getting the car out of snow banks - but NEVER for
introduction to the alimentary canal!!
I think this issue really demands the attention of our
Mistress of the Mint. Should it be revealed that Grits are
universally considered to be a food product by people of a
certain latitude, we may need to reevaluate our official
viewpoint upon this 'product.'
The evidence we've collected so far is inconclusive:
-Grits are primarily starched based, and become
signifigantally more nutritional and thicker when mixed with
milk.
-The above is true of all or most foods belonging to the
'cereal' group.
-The above is also true of paper mache.
-3 representatives above the M-D line are opposed to grits,
while 1 rep below the line is for them, especially if they
can be prepared in a minute or less.
-A large number of voters not yet registered their votes in
this issue as of yet. They are suspected of being occupied
with their kumquats, small children, writing false scrips,
or battling swamp monsters.
***All of the above are requested to calibrate their votes
at the earliest possible convenience***
Thank you
and
have a day.
First, let me assure you grits are indeed food. They are
made from corn. They are ground into a meal, like cream 'o
wheat, but corn. They make a wonderful breakfast with
butter and syrup. They are a great soup thickener. You can
bake then as a side dish with cheese. If they get cold, you
can make them into patties and fry them, like latkes--with
sourcream and applesauce. Those same patties made smaller
can be used for horsdoerves (apostrophe optional) with
caviar. They are cheap and wonderful, and filling. That is
why they are so prevelent in the south, because there are
thrifty people here. Not like the wastful northerners.
I must say a big SHAME ON YOU, drawdE! Microwaveable grits?
WHY? They only take about 10 mins anyway. Have you gone all
north on me?
BTW, I grew up eating grits for breakfast probably 4
mornings a week, maybe you have to start as a child. It
might be an aquired taste.
aL--Mark me down for 5 big fat dixie yes for grits votes---
My whole family loves them.
the only place for grit is on the road after it has snowed
all this food talk is puting me to sleep,
so i'm off to take
a nap
so
.
I know it isn't the same as Aunt Jamima (is that the one
you could get in the small cardboard barrell?)..but in a
quick fix, and if you are lazy, and if it is late, and if
you've had a few too many, and...well, they satisfy the
need.
Have you done Cheese Grits? Excellento.
Would you believe I have taken leftover grits, placed a
slice of tomato on top and baked?
Presumably having hoicked out the goopy bits first??
So far the only remotely appealing version is with caviar -
and you could just lick the caviar off the top and throw
away the grots (ermmm - that was a typo, but I think I'll
leave it..)
We have come full circle, as we witness drawdE dining on
tomato. This must be meaningful, somehow.
So if you can't handle the thought of eating grits just think
of it as polenta...same thing.
I wept for days when the local Ma & Pa corner restaurant
closed. You see, they were Korean and did an 'American
breakfast' which consisted of eggs, bacon, grits & kim chee!
This was nearly 20 years ago and nowadays the same thing is
happening all over this state and they're calling it 'Asian
Fusion' and charging a months mortgage payment for a meal.
Grits = wonderful soul food!
For a truly mindbending experience I suggest a meal of
'papeda' or sago. Voyeur and Dawit, you two should know this
one well.
I've only had grits twice that I know of:
1) In a Waffle Hut in Richmond Va., circa March/92
2) In the breakfast buffet of some big expensive hotel some where down there (Austin, Tampa -- I don't know, all those hotels are generic) circa 2 - 4 years ago -- It was a business trip and I have no distinct memory of any of these.
But, I plead complete unconsciousness -- it wasn't even noon yet on both occasions.
I like polenta, especially if bright yellow, and served with cheese.
Sago is the most Dawit-approved of foods, but not for it's taste nor texture (which would usually be my main interests). It is appreciated by me because with one day of labour I can feed myself with it for a month. The rest of the time I'll lie in the shade and drink palm wine.
They are. I sometimes eat them instead of mashed potatoes.
Potatoes are bad for you...they turn to sugar in your blood.
Grits are even better than boiled squid. Come to my house
and I cook you some real grits, you think?..yes, no, maybe?
RoMO I have just become a grits fan..even without calling
them polenta! ANYTHING but sago.....even caviar couldn't
save that!!
RoMO - JaLoola you say! my ole stomping grounds - used to
surf at the cove on lunch hour! You want I should tell you a
secret?? I was a member of Spinsters!!!!and my parents lived
in... Rancho Santa Fe..... blush
Are you married?
Nevermind, I am.
But still, they are indeed good for the soul. They can heal
a broken heart.
drawdE--you are forgiven. I did not know of your special
circumstance. I am extatic over your tomaytoe eating. And
it was voluntary? You are the man. So brave and
adventurous.
I have a new recipe for mee krob. I think I will try it
tonight. I have all the ingredients. I love those crispy
rice sticks. POOF!
Kim chee cordirizes (sp?) your innards. Goot for you.
I have eaten that for breakfast too. There is a Korean
store here that makes their own. They have all kinds of
goodies as fish type foods...and other things which I can
not name what they Are. But once I was in an isle and had
to move for the guys carrying skinned pigs over their
shoulder. (Don't they have a back door? ha ha) And they
sell little plastic candies shaped like liquor bottles and
with a bit of liquid in the middle. Kind of like a shot to
go!/!
For as I go..I like it.
or, Ich bin geschtuft, or is it Gefilte? I am gefilte with
fish.
Tonight there was lots of fish. There was also edamame --
soybeans in their pods, steamed and salted -- a simple and
perfect food. The slippery al dente nutty-flavoured beans
pop nicely out of their slightly fuzzy salty pods. And,
takoyaki -- little baked dumplings (almost like mini-
yorkshire puddings) hiding octopus nibbles.
When I was moving into my previous apartment, someone
turned one of my kitchen boxes upside down, and fish sauce
leaked all over the halls in the new place (and on my
carpet). Long-term smell. Then a few days after moving,
while opening a fresh jar of kim chee, the gas which had
built up due to fermentation caused the ingredients to
spray -- pretty well explode -- all over the kitchen,
adding to the fragrance. I like kim chee, but won't argue
with my father who (having experienced that cuisine during
the Korean war) described it as having the smell of a
garbage can on a hot summer's day.
One of the highlights of any reasonably formal Korean meal
is the variety of kim chee and other pickles and goodies
that crowd the table -- bean sprouts in sesame oil, little
dofu nibbles fried w/ soy sauce and hot pepper, vinegared
bull kelp, pickled pig ears...
Voyeur!!!!!!
I don't know if I can mingle with the likes of you
anymore...you being of Rancho Santa Fe blood! I was just out
there on Tuesday helping out on a jobsite. A rather famous
architect is putting his home up for sale ( they moved closer
to the beach - Del Mar) and wanted it spiffed up for the
onslaught of lookey-loos who would be dropping their jaws as
they walked through the front door. Well hell, I was
impressed. The kitchen was bigger than my whole house!!!!!
Damn!!!!! Right on the golf course with a vanishing edge pool
a few steps from the back door. Don't know what the price
is...don't want to know.
This last sunday a guy on a kayak caught a 65 lb. white sea
bass at the cove. There's a regular contingent of us kayak
fishermen out there. Last summer's best fish story was of the
surfer who caught a 232 lb. thresher shark from his
surfboard. It pulled him around for 3 hours and he ended up 6
miles away from where he originaly hooked it. All this stuff
still goes on at the Cove due to the ultra deep canyon just
offshore. Two summers ago I went out with some friends at
night and we caught giant squid out there. They averaged
about 10 lbs. each! How's that for calamari steak?
2 read & 2 little time ... any summary ?
lollipop ?
I thunk I can make out what is being discussed here for a
change... food? These thoughts are the result of reading
over the above posts.. may I be excused?
Grits. Are these ground up soy beans? If so they work good
in hamburgers. Related to north/south cuisine... what is
the attraction to biscuits and gravy? and why when I hear
the word grits do I picture that white gravy, with the
rubbery crust on it?
Tomatoes. Most recently as thick slices in a roast elk
sandwich with mayo, mustard, salt n pepper...mmmmm.
Ironing never. Somewhere in my memory is a picture of burnt
skin in the shape of the iron end... heebeegeebee.
RMO on house building. The uneven estate expansion is
underway with the basement having been poured. The pool
cleaverly disquised as a slough and the golf course all in
the rough.
Today one of my friends caught a 30 lb. halibut!
Grits are made of corn--CORN--not soybeans.
Nothing, absolutely nothing to do with biscuits and gravy!
ROMO---first 10 pounds of squid and now 30 pounds of
helibutt? Wowzers! You are fishified!
To #2--Lollipops are good.
Dawit--Voyeur told me....you are much quicker than I. You
deserve mucho credito.
It's a whole new question- what IS it with the white glue on
biscuits?? if you're lucky there are 2 small grey specks in
there that might have been sausage once..a looong time ago.
Why?? A waste of good flour and milk (that horrid white
stuff)????Clearly - a southern defense (IF possible) is
required.
I mean, you wouldn't do that to a 30 lb halibut, would you??
Indeed a whole new question, but is it a southern defence
that is required? Certainly more southernly a quisine from
where I stand at least. I had the impression it was
invented by some chuckwagon cook crossing the west, am I
wrong? I assumed the only excuse for such a recipe could be
lack of raw materials.
Speaking of white sauce (gravy) and fish (halibut). Nothing
better with fresh salmon than egg sauce (ok a little
lemon). 30lb halibuts are babies, we throw them back in
Canada (and Alaska for that matter).
If made properly, gravy is not in any way, shape, or form
even remotely linked to glue, wallpaper paste, or that
stubborn adhesive that comes attached to picture frame
glass. Gravy is real food. Not that frou frou frenchy crap
that likes to pretend it is food, but REAL food. Food that
fills you up on a cold winters morning. That keeps you fed
when you are out in your boat trying to catch a 30 lb.
halibut(or bigger). It is filled with fried meat and meat
juices. It is GOOOOOODDDD. Biscuits are crispy on the
outside, light and fluffy on the inside. Their light and
airy, hot and buttery goodness is reminicent of mothery
mornings. Before venturing out into the cold drearyness of
the world, your mother would cuddle you in her safe warm
arms just one last time. That my friends, is biscuits and
gravy. Add a side of steaming grits, and you have HOME!
How nostalgic. The gravy you speak of is from the drippings
of the roast beast. Far from the white Las Vegas buffet
gravy and white hockey puck biscuits I have witnessed.
My mommies buttery goodness was in the form of fresh baked
buns, the cold dreariness we typically returned from was
tobogganning at the local ravine. Thanks for the memories
Jumommybee.
So grits are made from corn meal... hmm, calling it
cornmeal would be to easy. In Nepal they call it stupa
(sp?). It tasted the best that cold morning after a
restless sleep in a crowded house. The rooster (in the
house) ended a miserable sleep spent half listening to the
moonie couple making out a few bunks over. We faired better
than Freedy, our friend from Sweden who had the bunk next
to thiers.
Stopping our ship 35000dwt tanker, to give a couple of
fishermen some water and diesel oil. As Payment they gave us
three Halibut each weighing a couple of hundred pounds. We
lived off these fish for what seemed months!(35 man crew in
those days). The best thing was that we had NO grits!!!
This dish(grits) is IMHO, one of the dishes which can be set
aside with cold Tripe and stale Kimchee it is almost as bad
as cold steamed Dog.(FTDH may not agree about this though).
The white sauce discussed above in connection with fish
appears to be parsley sauce, which, if done well can
disguise any thing except the three above noted foul dishes!
Understandably uneven will be un-uninterested and perhaps
Dr.Bob will also take note of this enviromental cofirmation
of the voyeuristic comment above, for the next angling
operation(does he have to scrub for these operations?)
While I must admit to waffling on the 'Grits' Issue, I feel
I must come to a proper, Southern, alligator-watching from
the front porch while sipping in iced-tea defense of
Biscuits and Gravy.
Ah, the gravy of which you speak, this is INDEED a white
gravy, therein may be (and usually are) found crumbly bits
of sausage. While the biscuit ideally reflect the
ambrosia-type qualities so lovingly detailed by JjBEE, the
truth must be known that the biscuits, themselves, are truly
a vessel, if you will, for the soaking-up of gravy.
I LOVE BISCUITS AND GRAVY! For 3.99 you can get an order
with a side of eggs at the Viilage Inn. At the Donut House,
off of I-25 somewhere in between Boulder and Denver, you can
get an order for free if you ask nicely. . .
Didja get the Meekrob recipe from the Thailand Tourist page?
I got a recipe, but I don't have any idea what half these
ingredients are. . .
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Had some Thai friends that owned a restaurant and the
daughter always hated when people ordered Mee Krob because
the crispy little noodles would inevitably find their way
onto the carpeted floor where they would stick until she
pulled out the vacuum cleaner. Although her english was very
good she had a way of putting a Thai spin on it that could
get me to smile...sometimes too much. Like the way she
pronounced 'vacuum'...came out to be something like
"wack-um". She couldn't stand a dirty floor and so the first
thing she did after a customer who had ordered mee krob left
was to pull out the Hoover and "wack-um".
We are collectively about to reach another milestone, here
in the land founded by QueenJujubee, spiritual mother of
all FrootLoopians. I'm not a wagerin' sort of fellow, but
those who wish to can wager on just when this momentous
event will happen, and who will make that post of reknown.
Now, there are those "out there" who will scoff and say we
are easily amused. I say to them that this is one of our
(many) strong points!
And, I'll not jinx the event by any further description.
Fish both big and little: A friend just returned from
Sarawak bringing a big bag of dried ikan bilis -- teeny
little mostly-transparent fish -- maybe a gram each. Also,
some very black sea cucumber. Apparently the conversation
at the market went like: Q. "Why are they so black?" A.
"Because they're from New Guinea". I guess that explains
it.
I am no expert on Giscuits and Bravy, but I think what
we're seeing is a problem with popularization and
commercialization. When a dish, or a cuisine starts to
become popular and trendy, many scoundrelous kitchens will
adopt the form but not the spirit of the art.
Moneygrubbers. A couple of decades later, poutine has
finally made it onto fast-food chain menus in western
Canada. A&W's poutine is some pre-prepared farce popped in
the microwave, and removed with curds still cold. And
speaking of bad gravy, their version redefines the term
"toxic waste". It's so hard being a junk food snob.
La Jethrita, feel free to post ununderstood ingredients and
I'm sure RoMO or MoHAND can offer suggestions.
Mi Krop
(Crispy Fried Noodles)
450 g. rice vermicelli
2-3 cups oil for deep frying
1 whole chicken breast, sliced
125 g.lean pork, sliced
4-5 shrimps, cut into 2 or 3
2 shallots, chopped
4 cloves garlic, chopped
2 tblsp.fried yellow bean curd, sliced thin and one inch
long
1/4 cup bean sprouts salt to taste
3 eggs, beaten
1/4 cup vinegar
1/4 cup fish sauce
1/3 cup granulated sugar
1/2 tsp.chilli powder
fresh coriander
leaves
Soak vermicelli in cold water
until soft.
Let it dry for a few hours.
Heat the oil in a
deep saucepan. Deep-fry the
vermicelli, a
small portion at a time, in
very hot oil
until crispy and golden. Drain
on paper
towel and set aside. In a
frying pan heat
1/4 cup of the remaining oil.
Fry the
garlic and shallot until crisp
and golden.
Add the bean curd. Stir in the
chicken the
shrimps, and the pork for 5
minutes.
Season to taste with salt.
Stir in the beaten
eggs, cooking until the eggs
are set.
Sprinkle the vinegar on the
metal rim of
the pan, fish sauce and sugar
and stir
until the liquid has partly
evaporated.
Finally, add the chilli
powder, reduce to a
low heat, stir in the crispy
vermicelli. Mix
well. Remove to serving dish
and ganish
with fresh coriander leaves.
Serve with
fresh bean sprouts. Makes 4
servings.
Okay- well my complaint pertained more to the fact that
these are not items I actually have around the 'house'.
Considering my circumstances, I actually possess quite a
bounty of 'seasonings and additives,' but I am lacking in
items like 'a whole chicken' 'pork' 'shrimp' and 'fish
sauce'. From what I remember of the Mee Krob I had in
restaurants, it didn't contain nearly this many formerly
living things. Is such a bounty of pork, fish, and foul
really neccessary?
Okay, so what are shallots? And yellow fried bean curd?
And what makes it pink? Because if I am going to make Mee
Krob, it must definitely be pink?
1) I think it's a pretty free-form thing -- like stew. The "garnishing tidbits" can be whatever you have / want, and think will work.
2) Shallots are little red onions that grow in cloves clustered in a bulb, almost like garlic. They have a pretty rich aromatic quality. I'd suggest just using some regular onion or leek but RoMO might hit me.
3) Hmm -- I'm not 100% sure what they mean by that. I would definitely use a firm tofu. Perhaps there is some special fermented variety. On the other hand, you may be able to locate the golden-brownish deep-fried and somewhat puffed-up variety, such as the Japanese aburage deep-fried tofu "bags" that they stuff with sushi rice. Maybe they mean something like that.
4) Does the whole thing need to be pink, or just parts of it? A scoop of strawberry ice cream could help here.
Ice cream in Mi Krop? May I suggest some beet juice or how
about some Rhubarb (originally from asia?).
750; perhaps a milestone???
this kitchen's getting creative -- maybe uneven wierd! Mi
krob with a reduction of glace de fraise, a beet compote
and rhubarb florettes. It's the presentation that counts.
The milestone I was referring to is relative rather than
absolute!
I stoled this offn the teevee. It is pretty good and might
be easier than yours. The pinkness is evidentiary. You can
use any meats you want. Substitute or omit or add
accordingly.
MEE KROB
(Thai Crisp-Fried Noodles)
Sauce:
1 1/2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 onion, finely-chopped
3 garlic cloves, minced
6 dried Chinese mushrooms, soaked and sliced
1 green chile, sliced
1 1/2 tablespoons thin soy sauce
Juice of 1 1/2 limes
1 1/2 tablespoon dark Chinese vinegar
4 1/2 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons fish sauce (Nam pla or Nuoc Mam)
1 1/2 tablespoons tomato paste
1 1/2 tablespoons ketchup
1 egg
1/2 teaspoon fish sauce
1/4 teaspoon toasted sesame oil
1 tablespoon plus 2 cups vegetable oil
1/4 pound shredded pork
4 scallions, shredded
1 cup bean sprouts
4 ounces crab meat
1/4 teaspoon sugar
1/4 pound rice vermicelli
In a well-seasoned wok or large skillet heat oil and saute
onion, garlic, mushrooms and chile until lightly browned.
Add remaining sauce ingredients, stir well and bring to a
boil. Pour into a bowl and set aside. Beat egg with fish
sauce and sesame oil. Clean wok and reheat. Pour in eggs in
a very thin layer and cook 10 minutes, turning several
times. Turn out, roll up omelette and slice into 1/4-inch
strips. Heat 1 tablespoon oil over high heat and saute pork
for 2 minutes. Add scallions, bean sprouts, crab meat and
egg strips. Sprinkle with sugar. Saute 30 seconds and
transfer to a bowl.
Clean wok and heat remaining 2 cups oil over medium-high
heat. In a large shopping bag tear vermicelli into bunches.
Add one-eighth of noodles and fry 30 seconds. Remove to a
warmed paper towel-lined platter and sprinkle with one-
eighth of pork mixture. Repeat until all noodles and pork
are used up. Pour oil from wok, add sauce mixture and
reheat, stirring, until bubbly. Remove paper towels from
platter, pour sauce over noodles and mix well. Serve
immediately.
Yield: 8 to 10 servings
Those rice vermins are actually rice sticks---the things
that explode in the hot oil--lots of fun to play with if
you have nothing better to do. I am not sure why the recipe
says to tear the verm in a shopping bag it works fine even
if you tear it in a laundry bag---but I wouldn't. I just
separated it into equal bunches in a regular old bowl.
I have been racking my brain to figure out the puzzling
milestone. I have a couple of ideas, but none of them very
interesting. I don't want to jinx it, so I won't guess.
If it won't jinx any worser, can we have another hint
Dawing?
1) Having been, at one time or another, through a 'phase' of
vegetarianism (ovo-lacto then strict/total), no sugar or
refined foods, and then macrobiotic; which really was the
last straw, I can thoroughly appreciate the desire to throw a
smattering of just about any type of fish or fowl into a
recipe such as anotherliZa's recipe for Mee Krob. These
recipes are meant to be versatile. Not every farmer in
Thailand has access to pork or fowl but they sure as hell
will probably end up throwing some sort of flesh based
protein thingy into it. A great example of this is
'Laab'...which is primarily just a salad base of shallots
(more on this later), cilantro, green onions, mint leaves,
roasted rice flour, fish sauce, chilis, lime juice, galanga,
and more chilis with a big heaping portion of your most
available dead animal minced and then dropped into hot water
for all of 30 seconds. Mix all this together and you have
'Laab'. My personal favorite version of this is made with
squid. Very yummy!
2) Like other onion thingys, shallots seem to have a high
amount of sugar in them which is best realized when sauteed
and carmelized. Since the recipe for Mee Krob calls for
shallots to be raw, red onions are a very suitable
substitute. Actually, I find red onions to be much better in
a recipe such as this.
3) Yep, right on the money there Dawit...it's aburage or deep
fried tofu only you use the whole thing and not just the skin
like when making inari sushi.
4) Originally, Mee Krob was flavored with a tamarind based
reduction which gave it it's tart/sweet taste. This took some
time to accomplish as the tamarind had to be peeled,
deveined, deseeded, mashed, boiled, strained, and then
reduced. Nowadays the sauce covering your crispy little
noodles is made with.....*GAG*....tomato paste!!!! ....Or
worse yet....ketchup!!!!
And that, my friends, is why Mee Krob is pink.
Back to Laab for a moment though. When I make it I like to
take fresh, tender leaves of the makrood/jeruk perut/bay lime
and slice thin slivers of them into the mixture. Very tasty
addition.
Oh...and regarding pantrys. My neighbor used to come over and
make a beeline for my refrigerator. Not because she was
hungry, more like some perverse curiosity with food labels
being in unintelligble languages. Lot's of questions...too
many when I was actually cooking. OK, I'll cook and *YOU*
clean up. Worked like a charm everytime.
The inevitable milestone Dawit mentioned is that this thread,
TAP, forming the land of Frootluupia, will soon surpass the
dreaded "What country are you calling from?"
...and I love that laab. Haven't made it in ages though...
The earliest origins of ketchup are in fact based in Asian
cuisine. They invented it, so it is perfectly acceptible to
use it in this recipe. Tamarind paste is easily attainable
in many groceries, including mine. The juice is available,
too.
Please keep in mind that these are facts, not opinions.
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did some one say mile stone thats one big rock
zzz-z-z-z-z-zzzzzzzzzzzzzz--zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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stash of sleeping pills?
I'm sure RoMO can give us the bahasa origin of the English word "Ketchup / Catsup", although the meaning has shifted slightly. Doesn't tomato ketchup usually contain tamarind too? What about that Filipino banana ketchup!?
I think we've almost caught up!
Dr. Bob seems to be a little woozy lately.
ABout this milestone- are there any volunteers to go and
plant the flag when we finally attain this 'One small step
for cybernongenderedperson, one giant leap for TTYC?'
I would volunteer to go myself, but I have already
successfully crossed the tracks once to plant our
homesteadin' stake in the badlands of Sex-Ob and returned-
I'm not sure my crystals and icons are re-energized enough
to guide me safely through such a journey again so soon. . .
I meant to type 'aboot'! Bad faux-Canadian! (I slap my own
wrist here. . .)
fooled you all in to talking about me behind my back i was
only pretending to sleep,my powers of control over your
minds has been restored all is well in friuttropia,all hail
the juju,mistress of the net
Because of 'ketjap', an Indonesian/Malay word which is a
thick sweet soy sauce, we get the word 'ketchup'. The Indo
variety bears no resemblance to the American version at all.
The Oxford English Dictionary says it's origins are from the
Amoy dialect of Chinese and it is thought that British
colonial officers brought the word back home with them from
Malaysia. 'Ketjap', like soy sauce, is made by a fermentation
process and contains no tomatos or tamarind at all. After
all, the tomato is a New World plant.
Dawit- Are you aware that Indonesia has plans to divide
Maluku into two separate provinces and Irian into three?
Yikes -- had a scare. Kept trying and couldn't get below
post #431 ("Es kopi avocat Added by: Robert, M.O."). Had
to expanderize my temp files folder for ballast.
My Webster's only says "from Malay 'kechap' spiced fish
sauce" (?). I think I've heard the Amoy version too.
RoMO, I haven't been keeping up with Indoevents. I
cancelled my newspaper subscription (no time to read it,
and the delivery sucked. They kept throwing on my steps
where the prairie winds or chinooks would carry it away).
Also got tired of the incredibly slow Antara site. Maybe
one of those Oztralian newspaper sites would be better.
Any recommendations? Anyway, these divisions might make
sense, but obviously won't solve sectarian problems on the
individual islands like Ambon or Seram.
Speeking of sleaping, I can only asoom that's what Voyeur's
been doing lately. Not a post since 729!? dr. bob please
catchup, I mean checkup!
aL I can't find your flag in Sex-Ob, only your Clockwork
Lemon quote and its cheesy progeny...
Anyhoo ...what should be on the flag we carry to the soon-
to-be-secondary superthread?
...just checking out the premises, making sure no thieves or mice have been prowling about while we were locked out.
this
sure
is
annoying.
I
just
thought
I
would
let
you
know,
Dawit,
that
my
flag
in
Sex-Ob
is
disguised
by
my
secret
code
name.
Is begged of you ROMO. I have tried numerous times during
the big lockout of '99. Please can you forgive my culinary
insolence? I promise to never again prepare Mee Krob in the
above mentioned manner.
I know all about the flag planting. Also, your call for the
surrender of the obnoxious sex-obcessers has noticably gone
unheeded. What are you planning to do about that? Take us
prisoner? Ah-hahahaha! You'll never catch me!
How did I miss that? Must have a bit of brain lodged in my head. And what a proud, colourful and meaningful flag it is!
a
L -- are u still using that cowcomputer?
Jujubee -- reebell!! Next time you krob, dump a whole bottle of ketchup on top!
for quite a while.. before deciding the pain in the toes
wasn't worth it...
Exoticism in cooking has come to Climax! and yummy it was -
and will be again as I saved the extra 'sauce' from the
chicken and cocoanut cream version... Thanks to DaWonderful
man from Calgary!
Are we really packing up the entire empire of Frootloopia
into the gator-headed school bus and easing on down the road
under the patchwork flag with serrated edges?? Jefita!!
Whence wilt thou lead us?? Will the OTT troops need to be
ready to counter possible resistance??(she said
hopefully!)Marching orders will be given - and marching
boots will be jellies -sparkly , or unsparkly, but NOT
irridescent(which I saw yesterday.. ugglllyyy)Tah Dah and a
fan fare of trumpets
the number of posts here maybe 200 more than at sex obb but
they are still 16 weeks older .
.
all hail the great J.
if I'll beabletobe standing by for the flagposting. Got one of those pesky startearlyalldaytillatePM meetings tomorry. I'll check reeel early (6:30 AM -- no guarantee of coherence), if we're not there yet one of you goodly loopers will have to bandy the banner.
Mister Dr. Bob, what are you talking about? It doesn't
matter who's older, it matters only who's bigger. Sheez,
yyou must be an only child.
i'm the only person to diagnose people here so you must be
young.
I'm off to an Irish music concert (group called Lunasa -- perhaps should be called Lunacy). Will check on progress upon my return, and floist the hag if apropos.
re age vs. size, I think we are one fat happy adolescent.
..
..
As a token of ... the supremacy of Frootloopia!! As of right
now, 9:35pm,EDT ... where are you calling from no longer
merits capital letters - it is no longer the longest!!
As a token of ... the supremacy of Frootloopia!! As of right
now, 9:35pm,EDT ... 'where are you calling from'no longer
merits capital letters - it is no longer the longest!!
Now that we are (possibly) the most powerful and (most
certainly) the most self-righteous post in all of the Thorn
Land, I really think I oughta get me some interns.
Bad joke. Sorry. I promise you it will happen again.
Now that we are (possibly) the most powerful and (most
certainly) the most self-righteous post in all of the Thorn
Land, I really think I oughta get me some interns.
Bad joke. Sorry. I promise you it will happen again.
Ugh, like... did we ever decide on what the flag was anyway?
Last I heard it was some sort of gator inspired thingy.
I meant that we should plant a flag on the grounds of VENI-
VIDI and VICI-ed topics. . .(see WCAYCF 768). . .
My goodness, that's not why I went up for this job. I had a
vision of a new kind of presidency, one in which we all took
part to guarantee BOTH that ALL the children of Frootloopia
would have fresh ketchup for breakfast every morning AND
free vacations for me on AirForce W.
sorry to say but we here at the topic of the great jujubee,
are not the longist!
if you look in austrailasia the oz one,and look three from
the bottom there is one called halley and she
has.........1227...posts.
so we are the best on your choise but not of the thorn tree.
I have a keen plan for her---I am thinking of a secretive
type agency that takes care of these kind of national
security problems. Could she maybe be....um, I don't
know....maybe....eliminated?????? What a great idea! I wish
I would have thought of that.
Since ROMO did not accept or even acknowledge my apology,
Dawit I will eat it with ketchup, and I will LOVE it. I
will not only love it, I will recommend it to others. I
will not only recommend it to others, I will fix it for
them. So, HA!
has delivered the offishul notice to our southern
neighbour, I'll trial my crass commercial version here for
comment. Perhaps it can be used on Halley's Comet when the
time comes:
==========================================================
On behalf of the diligent and long-suffering inhabitants of
Frootloopia (situated in continental TAP), I beseech you to
cast your gaze away from your navels and marvel at the
nation thread that has grown to be the greatest, fattest,
dickest dan gemukest of them all. Tho' a youngster amongst
these nethernations, it has ballooned not through greed nor
warmongering, but rather through the good-natured
volubility and hot air of its esteemed citizens and the
occasional befuddled guest. Read 'em and sleep!
....\\://
...( @ @ )
oOO--(_)--OOo---------------
Visit beautiful Frootloopia
today! Our favo(u)rable
exchange rate will save you
tons 'o gator$!
------Oooo.-----------------
.oooO ( )
( ) ) /
.\ ( (_/
..\_)
You could start a massive ketchup Spam attack. In fact,
Spam would definitely be improved by ketchup. So would
Klik, Kam, and Spork. In fact any pinkish meat by-product
molded into odd industrially-shaped tins would be
gourmetically enhanced by a smotherin' of the sweetish /
tartish tomahtoee condifruit.
never caeses to amaze how ttyc can get totally off the subject
this is all basically rubbish but whatever turns you on I
don't really mind as you almost broken the record
for the most posts good luck to you i say
hope you get to the 1000 mark.
that rob doesn't really mind our mindlessness. I was going
to suggest we get back on topic immediately, but you'll
notice someone else way up there has repeated Juju's
original topic, so we don't have to.
I do like the word "rubbish".
Such an artist you are (official Yinglish)!!
Why, Dawit, that is a *lovely* notice. Your generous
treatment of the word favo(u)rable will attract new blood
from miles around. Then, we will finally have the manpower
to build the great railroad which will unite one side of
the flat world (Atlantic) with the other (Pacific).
Don't you think maybe we should put something on the sign
about how we sell fireworks, though?
unofficial mascot is sort of mangled on my work PC. He only really looks humanoid if you've got a non-proportional font such as courier.
Fireworks? I'll leave that to some real artiste for graphic representation. I agree it's an apt thing to advertize on a border billboard. Also, we should proclaim that although Yinglish is official, English and various other tongues are mangled here as well.
I'm assuming Rob's visit is thanx to d's response to Father Time's 12:00 AM/PM repeat post. I wonder if he traveled our country from top to bottom looking for the answer? We are amused.
I'm back from the land of sunshine, warmth, and
beauty...wonderful Florida. Back to this hellhole they try
to call a city. And what is it? Fifty Fucking Five
degrees!!! At least the rhododendrons are blooming nice.
So, what's the topic? It was grits when I left...guess I
gotta read for myself.
You tease with allusions to my true homeland. I hear it's
been quite warm there. Probably due to the swamp being on
fire. . .
No tease. I was at Clearwater on the beach. Didn't see
any swamp fires. I did think about you as I was driving
back into town and thought "I better slow down to the speed
limit". But then again, there is something about a small
Toyota pickup that the cops don't seem to see...more than
once has a cop pulled over the sport car which I was
directly behind and they ignored me.
Smackin' my lippsies.
So, drawdE, whatcha bring us? Oorangeees? That would be
typical froot from the soothern Flooridians.
Hey, someone stole my (MY????) topic? Those cretins. Those
copy-catting cretins. I must have missed it. Father time,
here I come.
That'sscary...
you'll discover the topic is ketchup. Also, we caught up
(then surpassed). In the mean time, I caught up with my
tax filing, 2 hours before the deadline, and saved myself a
Gtr500 penalty.
Conratz to all frootloops on your unachievement. This could qualify for the Guiness Book as the longest string of rubbish in cyberspace? I bit they wouldnt byte.
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Is that some sort of binary joke, uneven?
it's a long cry of amazement in Frootloopian Yinglish - just
gotta put in spaces.. oi! oi! Oi!! OI!!!
vey, vey, vey, vey!
I am amazed.
I got a kayak last year to pish out of. I love it in small
farm ponds where we fish for bass, bream, and sacalay. I
think it would be scary to hook a fish bigger than the boat!
I have found that if I am using a spinner along a shore
line and the wind not blowing, I can cast the lure in front
of the boat now and then, and the tug of the spinner will
glide me along.
It's saturday nite...where is everyone? What do you people
do on a saturday nite?
Oktopodi TaSkarya, and better be a tasty one!
There is a group of hard core kayak fishermen here in my
neighborhood who have made some astounding catches. Read
about them here.
Kayaker catches a 62 lb. White Sea Bass. Copy and paste to
read:
http://www.uniontrib.com/news/utarchives/cgi/idoc.cgi?461946+
unix+paman+www.uniontrib.com..80+Union-Tribune+Union-Tribune+
Library+Library++%28White
Kayaker catches marlin!! Copy and paste to read:
http://www.uniontrib.com/news/utarchives/cgi/idoc.cgi?401983+
unix+paman+www.uniontrib.com..80+Union-Tribune+Union-Tribune+
Library+Library++%28Thresher
kick kick kick stomp
And, WHO, mr-shit-kicker-wearing-stomper may YOU
be???Interloping into Inner Frootloopia?? Where are our
officers when needed? Vice?? in a teeny kayak fishing for
goldfish... RoMO ?? in a large kayak fishing for sharks or
somehting... MoHAND ?? awol..ditto El Jefita and the
Sturgeon General... if anything ever called for the OTT
brigade this was it - and where were we?? who the hell knows
- but it sure wasnt here.
We need to shape up!!
or I was eating those tomahtos instead of projecting towards the offending poster.
I was amazed to see us get up to 801 so soon on a sleepy Sunday afternoon (or antipodeal Monday AM), and I was sure something fishy had happened. I was browsing that Halley's thingy last night (speaking of zzzz's) and the same kind of nonsense has gone on there too.
Isn't that another type of fish?
i think not,exersize is bad,we need a mix of shapes in
frutoopa,
the bigger the mix
the less we need to fixx
.
stomp on stomp though
I'm going to Moscow this summer!
Geogrphy has never been my strong point, so iff'n there's
anybody out there who owns a map and can tell me which
hemisphere Moscow is actually in, I will obliging change my
themesong to '3 Cheers for Leaving the English-Speaking
World!'
Yes, you will be leaving the Western Hemisphere to the
Eastern, but you will still be in the northern hemisphere.
Will you be going for the whole summer? Does this mean you
are going for diplomatic relations? hmmmm, will this mean
I will be prez while your gone?
I am leaving in the morning for a 3 day jaunt to Puerto
Rico. I started packing and realized, Shoo Man, I ain't
got no day luggage!!! Maybe I'll use a pillow case.
I see youse laters.
I be sleeping now till time for #900 :-)
Yeah, let's call it that. Some people call it 'drinking beer
in the park near the shadow of a Stalin-Gothic Skyscraper,'
but 'diplomatic relations' also sounds good. Technically,
it's called 'Study Abroad,' and I guess I'll do some of that
, too.
But to answer your *real* question, you will certainly be
acting prez while I'm gone. Just don't go making up stories
about how I've died of consumption somewhere in the jungle
in an attempt to be named real president.
As for luggage, I find a kerchief tied to a stick both
amusing and functional.
I use to think to die of consumption meant one died from
consuming to many liqour drinks, but it means to be
consumed by something...what? water in the lungs or
something weird? But don't worry, I would never make up
that story...I don't want job as full time prez, that's too
much pressure for me to handle.
Ever notice how when you gotta wake upp reaaal early in the
morning you are wide awake the nite before, and when you
can sleep in you fall asleep early and wake up with a start?
I can vouch for the wonderfulness of a metal box with loop
handles, suspended on a pole between two almost naked
natives.. then when you fall down they put it down and pick
you up... (RoMO - recognize still-colonial PNG??)- however
might get pricy for the extra airfares these days, plus
you'd probably have to buy them real clothes anymore - to
say nothing of shoes.... rats..
Ah well - ANYTHING except a backpack!!!
I can vouch for the wonderfulness of a metal box with loop
handles, suspended on a pole between two almost naked
natives.. then when you fall down they put it down and pick
you up... (RoMO - recognize still-colonial PNG??)- however
might get pricy for the extra airfares these days, plus
you'd probably have to buy them real clothes anymore - to
say nothing of shoes.... rats..
Ah well - ANYTHING except a backpack!!!
Is there a more formal name for that "kerchief tied to a
stick" thingy, other than "kerchief tied to a stick"? A
happy traveler / hobo with a KTTAS is one of my earliest
childhood images.
Hemispheres? Remember that episode where Homer was the
mascot for the football team. At the big game in
Shelbyville (or was it Capital City -- I'm forgetting
important details?) during the half-time show that
wonderful bunch of youngsters "Hurray for Everything" did
their salute to the Western Hemisphere, "The Swingin'est
Hemisphere of them all!!". But don't worry aL, you'll be
going to the second swingin'est hemisphere of them all, and
if you make your way all the way out to Chukotskiy
Poluostrov, you could probably kayak back to the mostest
swingin'est of them all!
Yukon tidbit -- when I lived up there I had no backpack.
When I bid my farewell and hit the road back to
sillyvization, I had to rig a contraption out of an old
suitcase and a bunch of belts, to be worn as a backpack.
It did the trick and was just as amusing (but less
endearing) than a kerchief tied to a stick.
Word for the day: "jackassery" (1833): foolish action or
behavio(u)r. All Frootloopians will be required to report
a personal jackassery every 100 posts. The Committee for
Progessive Jackasserosity will award a buffoonesque prize
to the jackasseriest jackassery of them all.
when somehow I multiple posted... apologies..
re:mr-shit-kicker-stomper .. at least in #807 he DOES
exhibit faith - that we will make it to 900!
aL-ambassadress to the Kremlin! oh yes! kvass and black
bread and caviare for all frootloopians- what is the
exchange rate if gator teeth to the ruble??
when somehow I multiple posted... apologies..
re:mr-shit-kicker-stomper .. at least in #807 he DOES
exhibit faith - that we will make it to 900!
aL-ambassadress to the Kremlin! oh yes! kvass and black
bread and caviare for all frootloopians
815
816
817
818
819
and so on
Who are you? Who are you pretending to be? Who do you want
to be? Who do you wish you were? I know what I wish about
you.
Hi everybody! aL!!! The whole summer? Oh, we will miss you
terribly. You over there in Ruskyville. Eating borscht and
drinking wodka. How I envy you. Will you be dancing in a
rainbow colored dress?
Terrible storms out this day. I have a neato battery thingy
on my computer so if the power goes out(which it will), my
stuff is protected. What is is called Dawit? It says APC
back-up, and it weighs close to a ton. Slight exagerration.
Oh, no, no, no there is no export of caviar from the FSU.
Hey, Counting-Person: I'm impressed. Can you do it in
Japanese?
No, I don't have a skin disease nor insect bites, but I
think that's how you'd start in Japanese (and no, I'm not
the counter). I'm sure RoMO can fill us in, and I hope he
does it more economically in a single post.
Jujubee -- it's a UPS (how that for help?). It stands for
Uninteruptable Power Supply. These things are generally
more than just big batteries, because, as you said, they've
got to be able to condition the power and protect against
spikes, blips, and brownouts. And they're not allowed if
you choose to live off the grid. I've got some (at work,
not home) that easily weigh a ton.
"Don't touch your mustache", Dawit.
Economy of space...something like the concept of 'shibui'?
Hey Dawit, I like the way your grafitti has showed up in the
other two biggest threads on the Thorn Tree. Very inspiring!
... where else is he? Of course he's an insidious little fellow -- him and all his clonoids are in the process gathering intelligence for us. Once he's replicated to all competing nation-threads, then (if and) when we decide to get pushy he can start the mayhem from within, crawling all over their threads, leaving dirty footprints, and taking huge bites (bytes?) out of sections which offend Frootloopian sensibilities.
On to more national business, I am obligated to pass on another e-mail from our Technical Centre. Please all citizens, check your glove compartments and get back to Peter if you can help him out. I think he's very fussy about the coffee he drinks during his morning drive to work.
From: Peter Z.....
Sent: Wednesday, May 05, 1999 11:03 AM
To: TECH NRTC
Subject: Overhead stirrer ...
Importance: High
Does anyone have an overhead mechanical stirrer that could be used inside a glovebox? I need one for about a week. Thanks
Gonch. Gonchy pull.
Hey Dawit are you in Unttawa yet, or is it tomorrow you
depart? I reserected my Tercel a couple days ago. My truck
developed a bit of a tow to the right and when I stopped at
the IGA and got out the smell of burning brake lining gave
away its nasty secret. The truck is mobile again but I am
hooked back into the "feel" of the tercel, despite the fact
the gas tank leaks and the driver door is jammed shut. But
hey the heater controls work!
This has something to do with the Druck, doesn't it?
is broken....I am sure I will survive, though.
Thanks Dawit, my Steve says they have a few of those
behemoths at his work also. I guess mine is really not very
big after all. It IS heavy, and it screams if the power
goes out. I would too if my power went out.
Maybe the dr. can help? Anybody else here an MBH
(Ministress of the Broke 'n Hurt)?
I think if the Druck has been sent out for calibration,
stirring coffee can only be accomplished by climbing into a
glove box, and holding the appropriate mechanical device
over your head whilst counting backwards from 1000 in
Japanese.
uneven, I first heard that weard from my Kitchener-born
bro' in law, although he spelled and pronoonced it
"gauchy". Re Ootawoo, I'm unthere yet but will be
unstaying here tomorrow afternoon. I'll submit a report
from the provinces, or at least two unAlbertan ones.
Sounds like between yours and mine Squircels we could put
together a fully functioning vech-icle. At least they both
go. Mine is starting to make front end noises and I know
it's not worth putting front-end type $'s into it, so I
might have to do something drastic soon (but "soon" for me
is anytime this or next millenium). I'll make sure my next
car either has or can accomodate an overhead mechanical
stirrer in the glovebox.
I did NOT order the "Pawn and Scaloop in Black Bean Sauce
(sic)". Nor, for that matter "Pan fried fish capelin
female", nor the "Baked Ham and Cheese Sandwich" which
followed it on the menu.
I wonder what happens to the guy capelins?
why dosent the us follow the rest of the world and make the
time standard 24h based.
midnight would be 00.00 as it cant be 24.01.
so it would be am.
They have 'crap' on the menu...in the seafood section
and I thouhgt I had been keeping up... Druck?? and why oh
why is the Sturgeon General/Mistress of the Mint
heartbroken?? because Dawitty one is leaving for a few
days?? this can only be training for us when El Jefitta
leaves for the ex-evil-empire for months on end...
Crap! My favorite! Although I don't normally approve of
inter-ethnic dishes, nothing beats crap and grits smothered
sweet soya sauce.
Crap! My favorite! Although I don't normally approve of
inter-ethnic dishes, nothing beats crap and grits smothered
sweet soya sauce.
the train of thought has left the station and left everyone
behind
Oi vey, I have received my letter of notification for the
fellowship today. It seems that it may not cover my tuition
at 'foreign institution.' So I have to be down now.
"Bi-polar" is not just a river in Egypt.
Citizen D reporting at 3:10 AM FELT (Frootloopian Eastern
Latenight Time) where I watched my watch go from 11:59 PM
to 12:00 AM. (I'm checking that this applies in the various
timezones across the nation).
So many here need cheering up, and now we've had our tail
stepped on. Don't thread on me!!
Words to live by, p. 303:
o craniotomy -- aL if you were to get one of these, you
could poke your fingers in there for the purpose of lobeal
discipline.
o crapulous
o crassitude
e.g. "RoMO greedily devoured all the crap in sight, thereby
exposing his crassitude, not to mention his crapulous
nature."
How I adore thee.
aL, so now you are not going? Or you are but they are not
paying for it? I bet if you look really necessary, some
cargo ship could be pursuaded to let you tag along. If they
have McD's there (I know they do) you might be able to
fanagle some delish (I meant that ROMO) and nutrish ketchup
filled packets to sustain your strength.
Dawit, dooooooon't goooooooo. I miss you already. sniff,
sniff.
***Any doubters please take note of posting #831. This is
obviously a very learned and wonderful person. Methinks
someone needs to be eating yet another toomayyytoo!
I am confused, but I suppose if I just nod and smile
everything will be alright. My tuition *will* be paid for,
but not (?) by the official grantee (Ze Dept. of Ed.)
As for sustaining myself on ketchup packets, it's not as
simple in Russia as it is here. At Mickey D's in Moscow, you
have to pay about 25 cents for each packet. . .
That is terrible! They make you PAY for a condiment?!?!
That is ridiculous! Commie barstids. Is there anything you
can scam for free? Well, anything palatable that is.....
Excuse my spelling if that was wrong but how many rubals =
a cent...and why isn't there a cent sign on my keyboard?
They got a dollar.
JuJuBee, I think in Yinglish it would be baaastads.
Damn this rain!
I've nothing to do tonite but dink and moke...so pardon me
while I fligh away...^...and ignore any post thatz I may
make later.
do you get wet if you are in de-nile
Yes, Jujubee, they are pinko commie bastrids. Thankfully, as
a young blond woman, there's always *something* I can scam
for free. . .
I think the current exchange rate is about 28 roubles to a
dollar. Frankly, I'm not sure about the spelling either.
You have a good evening, drawdE. I'm NOT drinking tonight,
and trying to figure out then WHAT should I do with myself.
. .
Crunchy peanut butter on crackers with a blob of strawberry
jam on top...
that the jam jar can appear to be empty, but if you scrap
the sides, you find there is much more?
how mirrors hung on the walls?
how drawdE_LP's grammar and spelling become more creative
when he getz the muncheese?
JooJooBreeze -- I already done left, but since I'm on
official state busy-ness, I'm reporting for due tea
knightlee.
that on the night in question drawdE was, and I quote --
"dinking and moking"...
and thereby scaping jam jars and watching mirrors on the
walls!
ever looked into a mirror and lost which side of it you are
on .
Yeah, but not recently. Damn.
I took the kayak out and paddled around this beautiful lake
in the Tallulah Gorge. It was so peaceful and refreshing.
I feel cleansed now. But now I have picked up another bad
habit. Collecting drift wood. I picked up this huge stump
which is washed smooth. Tied a rope to it and drug it back
to the truck behind the boat. ha ha. Thought I may turn it
into a planter with some purple flowers in it. Now I got
all this wood laying around the fish pond.
Oh yea, RoMo, did I say thanks for the good reading on the
kayak fishing? If not...thanks then.
Unfortunately, my watersport was more prosaic and less
intentional. I was cycling when the skies opened, and
stayed that way while I pedadelled as fast as I could all
the way home. I found no driftwood, but did become water-
logged.
i like finding things like driftwood or stones that are
funny shapes or bits of bone that have washed up on the
beach ,i think we all have a bit of a "magpie" it's a bird
that collects things about us.
Ha! It's Sunday night and no DIM for me! I think I know why,
too. I am prepared for everything (almost) that I need to do
tomorrow, and my brain (damn cortex!) refuses to acknowledge
that this is a Big Project Week. Psuedo-conscious
inganorance is bliss. Though I'm starting to develop a
looming sense of DIT, DIW and DITh a few days ahead of
schedule. . .
Dread of Impending Next Tuesday (or DIWFT -- Week From
Tuesday) because that's when I return to work.
So, having said "Ha!" to DIM, have you started whittling
down the DIT, DIW etc., or is that brain determined to make
you suffer!?
I tried to hit it and just missed completely. Not even
close.
You know what I noticed? Shoelaces come in all sorts of
different sizes and types. Colors, too. Wouldn't it be a
whole bunch less confusing if they were all the same? Or,
better yet...no laces, only buckles. The reason I am
bothered by it is I lost a lace out of one of my Chuck
Taylors, and went to the store to try to replace it. WOW! A
virtual plethora of shoelace malldom. So, guess what? I
brought home the...what? Yep...the wrong size. My guess was
off by at least 6 inches. Oh, the horror of it all. How can
I go on? I implore you Your Greatness, El Jafitaship,
please make buckles on shoes mandatory.
Hi everybody.....high to you drawdE. Jam jars and mirror
watching, really.
Glad you are fine out in the real world Dooinit--it can be
scary.
your bedtime! Or maybe you don't have one. Is there an
official bedtime in Frootloopia?
I remember in grade 1 or 2 I had shiny rubber galoshes with
wierd spooky buckles that I thought were rather sharp. But
I was most jealous of the kids who went to school without
galoshes (just naked shoes and socks), even though my
mother told me I had to wear them because she cared about
me and my feet.
Are closing out of bidness in Atlanta...damn it all. That
was my grocery stop each day I decided to eat for supper.
Now I gotta go out my way. I did go and buy $115 worth for
$75. I never buy that much. My freezer and pantry don't
know what to think.
Jujubee, that's like socks. My goal in life is to have all
white and black socks of the same size and model so I can
just through them in the draw. I don like sorting socks.
There's a Thai restaurant here called "Phuket" and they
serve a poo poo platter. It is not uncommon to hear
someone say "oh Phuket, let's go eat a plate of poo poo"
is getting down here to the bottom of the thread(or should I
say the deep South?? get ready Juju - here we come!)I do iot
in sort of chunks and then read whereever it stops for a
few posts - we really are batty! but, tonight for the first
time i really got to appreciate the hanging Frootloopian's
cute little toes!
RoMO - I may be zooming into the San Dieeeeegoooo area for a
few days in June! If you can stand the thought ... coffee??
squid?? Thai food?? all of the above???? get a take out
burrito and sit on the beach just north of Solana Beach??(oh
god - is the Azteca still there - behind the Sports Arena -
making the best machaca burritos in the world??)
I did a stupid mistake at work last week and I think I'm
gonna quit...I am having serious doubts with a career in
engineering. And for you who may wonder...my dinking and
moking had not to do with my mistake, but my mistake had to
do with my dinking and moking. Am I giving away too much
info here? If I become a homeless bum, I think I'll live
in Miami..it doesn't get cold.
I, presonally, have decided to rejest the whole convention
of looking at time as belonging to particular
establishment-determined chunks at all. After all, who was
it that wrought upon us "MONDAY"? Or, for that matter,
"TUESDAY?" Or even the seemingly innocent, self-determined
"BEDTIME?"
IT'S THE MAN!!!!! TRYING TO BRING US DOWN.
In light of my recent research into
assertiveness-training/ taking charge of one's own
chronology, I have decided that instead of DIM or DIOWD
(Dread of impending other weekdays), I will take control of
my own calendar and DIQ (dread impending quarters), DIF
(dread impending finals) and DIQUE (dread impending
qualifying exams).
Why, after all, at this point, should I subscribe to the
establishment-bred fear of MONDAYS inparticular? I belong
to one of the workd's few known professions in which the
youngest and, thus, most upwardly-mobilish are actually
*expected* to be "kooky," to burn their bras and pierce
their faces, etc. So why should I fear the 'established' day
of impending responsibility?
From here on out, I refuse to cringe beore Monday. I will
cringe before FRIDAY! I will cringe before the date that I,
of my own free will, chose. I am the master of my own
paranoia. If I so choose, I may even become agorophobic.
I challenge you ALL to become masters of your own
oppression,as well. . .
Hmmm, I Refreshed and waited, then read what I wrote,
sounds bad but it is actually funny, (had to been there).
Just ignore me, ok?
I have an excuse for my ridiculous typos: new keyboard. Ha
ha !
But, seriously: should you really quit your job right now
when you have a great opportunity coming up as a result of
it? This is a deep philsophical question question that I
ponder every day: "when do I quit? how long do I have to
wait?"
and again i am amazed how i am always so completely and
utterly confused about this thread...
At a powerlunch/meeting/brainstorming thingy last week I was
reading the placemat/menu at the 'All you can eat' sushi/
sashimi palace and came across this curious bit of advice
"...eat your meal as many times as you like."
Maybe they should have put 'crap' on the menu like the Korean
restaurant down the street.
Voyeur:
Sure! I'll be around in June. We can do any of the wonderful
ethnic restaurants here if you like. Tha Azteca is still
there by the Sports Arena but the best Mexican food is
definitely to be found at La Salsa. All their salsa is made
fresh daily and they pride themselves on not having a can
opener. Great food. No lard like so many of the cheaper Mex
restaurants. We can hit Brockton Villa for coffee or tea and
look out over the Cove while getting our caffiene boost. If
you're in town in early June I'll be having my housewarming
party...you're invited!
quitting? I'm in that 50% and have been sitting on the
fence so long I've go slivers. Dilbert might be funny
because there's an element of truth in it, but to live it
every day gets T-deus.
Ridiklius typos? I thought your presonal decision to
rejest convention was witty and brilliant.
It now appears that it may be the 2nd weekend in July - well
and a few days either side of it... it's to be a family
reunion (the occaision being a memorial service for my
aunt..but it ain't gonna be sad!) so we have to figure out
when all can make it... DaWitty one remembered (which I
dint) that my email addy is in here somewhere.. maybe around
the ingredients phase??ALL of your suggestions sound
wonderful! WE usually do a meal at either Fidels or the
Bluebird - as theyre close... but ..YOU lead on MacDuff!
If you want.....but what will I do???? I can't quit, even
if I wanted to. I don't even get paid any money, so I can't
even ask for a raise. I do get GREAT benefits, though.
If you become homeless drawdE, you can come stay with
me...I am now in posession of an area of house that is
occasionally referred to as a "guest room". Well, I will be
on the 21st. HA! HA! You can even dink and secretly moke,
too. Don't tell my Steve, he will have and establishment
type shitfit.
So, aL...are you calling Dawit "the man"? WOW! I want to be
ruler of my own paranoia, too. I do NOT have a bedtime. I
go to bed if I choose....or when I get all the kids to
sleep, whichever comes first. Does this mean they are my
own personal "man"? I think I need a nap.
The whole idea is that we each become our own personal
'Man'. We determine our own fears. In your situation,
though, Jujubee, I think your kids are probably the 'Man.' I
don't know how you feel abou throwing off the shackles of
your tender young oppressors, but this is what you must do
to 'get yourself free.'
As for me, now that I no longer have to fear Monday, I am
free to fear the whole rest of May.
I'm staying right here and going on being retired! Geez,
quitting would mean going to work...acccckkkkkk - the horror
the horror!!!
therefore..oops - there goes my beeper... fire.. small
barn... byeeeee
I was just venting and being hard on myself. I do that
every so often. I just feel it better to yell here "I'm
quitting!" than standing on the front stoops and yelling it.
Now, I got other things to think about...same as it ever
was...same as it ever was...SAME AS IT EVERRRRRR WAASSSS.
Just letting the days go by. The man can't bring me down.
Thanks Jujubee for that offer of comfort...I would never do
anyting against house rules though. And thank you all for
letting me vent.
drawdE , you really had me worried there! youall just come
right on out and vent to your fellow Frootloopians.. we can
TAKE it! however there is a per ton fee for construction
debris, and it's $2 per large bag and $1 for a kitchen beg -
metals over there - and recyclables here...oh sorry about
that - guess what one of today's chores was....
ps - we got the barn out quite quickly and I came home and
made Thai soup (clear/shrimp version ... B+)
dr bob is de-man
Ok, we won't quit, but we will rotationalize. I get
Voyeur's job for the rest of the year (p.s. glad you got
that barn thingy out of the way so I can relax...)
Whoever takes mine don't worry. All you have to do is get
other people to do really stupid stuff (without letting
them know that you know how stupid it is. If you're
effective at this last bit, they think you're stupid
because you don't know how stupid it all is).
de-man was in answer to anotherlisas question of who is the
man,didnt think or mean demon,ment "the man" funny the power
of words to be miss understood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But not until after I spend a whole nother year (or as long
as I can bear) pretending I really care enough about this
nonsense to get an MA in it.
Shit, I guess that means I'm not really quitting. Now I am
going to have to rearrange my words. . .
we would miss you to much if you left
remember you signed up for life
no one gets out alive
we have ways of makeing you stay
remember we still have the negatives ;)
Geeez, I really need a beer. Do you guys have a fridge on
this thread?
Mick, sorry, no fridge on the thread, but there may be one
in our Rainbow Gator schoolbus.
Dr. Bob, I most certainly DID NOT sign on for life. My
contract says five years. And I believe I retained the
power to break contract contingent on going bonkers.
un
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but being dragged out the door to North Vancouver.
uneven, should I try to translate that or is it just
digital babbling?
dr bob, I didn't misunderstand the words, I was just
funnin' with them!
aL, then you will have to change your handle to
anotherliZa, M.A.
321 posts above this (ie #11 at 10:40pm EDT) there is a post
about the Wall Street Journal = which has an article about
Lonely Planet... the entire article is inside - AND WE ARE
FEATURED!! as being a thread with 856 entries about AMvPM ..
Juju this is true immortality - rush out and get a copy of
the paper and save IT for your grandchildren!! (Obviously
they didn't actually read it... somehow I think Frootloopia
is a bit beyond the grasp of the WSJ.. but still)
This means our plans to take over the world are still safe!
Master-elect anotherliZa
(gosh, that sounds even better than Dr. anotherliZa. Kinda
makes you wonder why *anyone* would go for the whole hog.)
Dawit: Here's an interesting article regarding the upcoming
election in Indonesia. Very comprehensive.
http://www.pathfinder.com:80/asiaweek/current/issue/
feat6.html
Voyeur:
If you're in Sandy Eggo in July would you care to partake of
adventure on the high sea? I'm talking albacore and bluefin
tuna fishing here. Or do you get seasick?
The erudite readers of WSJ think we're still working on
that AM/PM thingy. Ha!!! again! Good catch Voyeur!
Thx RoMO -- I do like to keep up to date.
Wish I were in Sandy Eggo, although I do get seasick and
I'd be afraid the big fish would pull me into the ocean and
eat me. Anyway, at least I'm on the coast (for the
weekend) and will be shopping for fish that someone else
caught.
RoMO- fishing with the FisherKing! - in general , it's a yes
- but will have to work around the others.. but if it could
be a weekday ..then prob YES please!
Dawit - what coast?? Ottawa doesn't HAVE a coast???
aL - yup - we fooled em yet again .. think of it - fooling
the WSJ when we even have mergers and acquisitions in mind!
RoMO - did you find the addy??
Stomper, this is your wakeup call. Up and at 'em.
Thanks Clerk. Sure doesn't seem like I had a very long nap.
Oh well. Time to put on the sneeky, stomping, shit kicking
boots. :-)
:-)
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:-)
... couldn't even wait for 890...
The 900th poster is a nonenial nincompoop!!
:-)
Voyeur, I'm in Vancouver right now, and there is still a
(clear) coast here. Visited "Little Teheran" last night,
and today we go down to the pier to look for fish right off
the boat.
:)
:)
:)
Pounced it a bit but didn't get to really jump pounce
kick kick kick stomp :-(
I'm tired now and it's nappy time. Give me a call, you know
when.
Ta! Ta! ;-)
Did you get your feathers a bit ruffled? I promise next time
not to start before 980 or maybe 975 or whenever. :> he he
aha! VcBc.. just about founded by my ggf...
And congrats on the little hanging guy .. tho aL may have
your head for hte skis remark..
I am ignoring the stomper this time.. as otherwide might get
second hand shit on my footsies... but I think he wears a
funny hat with a tassel when it's cold...
You sure are making tracks lately, how are the airline
meals? Lotusland somtimes seems more insainly magical than
Frootopia, too bad it isn't shroom season out there, or is
it?
Have you been talking about my feet?
go back up to the WSJ article... I shall say no more...
Voyeur: The first longfin (albacore) of the tuna season was
caught today! YAY!!!!I am so happy! Unfortunately it was at
the 190 mile mark. These things move fast on their migration
routes though so by the time you're in Sandy Eggo it should
be in full swing...'WFO' as it is said. (Use your imagination
as to what this acronym means).
So, no problem as to the timing of the day you want to go for
the longfin. You'll certainly have a blast. And not to worry
about equipment, I have it all...many times over. Yes, even
down to the wasabi and soy sauce in the tackle box for the
really fresh sashimi experience.
And what's the story Oi Vayeur? Just about founded by
ggpappy? We history buffs kneed to know!
in roughly 1840s the Brits realized that if they didn't turn
it into a colony the Yanks would take BC to fill in to
Alaska.. so they sent a ship load of REs to set it up.. they
surveyed the joint and cut road etc. He was one of aboout 10
officers in teh group - there is still a Palmer hwy that he
surveyed etc. Everything we have about him has been donated
to the UBC archives... he was a cool dude - and ended up
getting the order of the Rising Sun from the Emp of Japan
and founding another family there - hence my Japanese
cousins - as well as some in Naniamo/Prince Rupert etc
etc--sorry to bore the rest of you!
RoMO - sounds fantastic! send me an email so we can get
organized !
Hello, I just had a good weekend visit with my mommy and
daddy. Aunt and uncle came too. We did nothing but sit
around and visit. Now I'm taking on the remainder of this
sunday.
RoMo, has the odd weather over the past couple years
changed the fishing any o'er there?
So, we made a magazine article? Hope they don't make up
anything about us in the tabloids...now that the world
knows what I do in my spare time.
Travel the world over and I can't get away from those P's!
After long searching and much duress, I have investigated
the WSJ issue and found that the comments made neither
breach national security nor cause any insult to me
personally. In fact, the cryptic comment made combined just
the right amount of mystique and non-sequitor to pique the
interests of the type of citizens we are trying to recruit
and throw off the low-lifes. Good one.
As you were. . .
No low lifes allowed ?? ...Darn ,just when I was thinking of
coming back....In case you havent looked up above lately,the
inmates have taken over the asylum again....Oh well I can
always go back to chking out webcam sites 24/7......8-)
And find my thoughts on the media stay the same. Never
believe half of what you read within everything you read,
or get all the facts before making a judgement. The
comment "and 856 responses were tallied in response to a
query about whether midnight is a.m. or p.m." makes one
think that all we have been discussing is am or pm for this
long! For someone who hasn't been to LP would think..what
a bunch of losers, they have nothing better to do with
their lifes? The media...Bah Hum Bug! We all know when its
midnight.
No low lifes allowed ?? ...Darn ,just when I was thinking of
coming back....In case you havent looked up above lately,the
inmates have taken over the asylum again....Oh well I can
always go back to chking out webcam sites 24/7......8-)
I'm sorry, chmer. Come back. We need at least one official
low life.
are welcome.
I, even though I may differ in opinion, I follow my leader.
Its nice to be an official anything ,even a low life.
So when do I learn the secret handshake?
BTW aL...I never did get that secret decoder ring.I could
have used it last month when I had a code in my nose. I was
desperate to "decode" myself.
Dear Fan,
There was an unfortunate run on decoder rings shortly after
that promotional campaign was launched and we have been
experiencing a deficit ever-since. In consideration of the
market-wide demand on SPY vs SPY Metal Alloy (once used to
build Promotional Lefty Spy Cameras) followed by a
world-wide crop failure of SUPER-DUPER-NUCLEAR-PLASTIC (used
in the construction of Consolation Decoder-Rings), we here
at Lefty's have decided discontinue the awarding of all
metal and plastic prizes altogether.
We appreciate your patronage, and hope you will continue to
be part of the Lefty's family. Look out for our Minuature
Lefty Trading Cards- our hottest, newest prize- included
free in any future purchases you may make .
Again, we regret the inconvenience. It's just- well, y'know-
we're cheap.
I was hoping to be poster #925, and then I could maybe
remember what to type in for the Edit/on this page space.
You know, so's I don't have to scroll.
How velly interestink zat ve haf been inviltrated by ze
retched meedia. I shall now declare zat vee are VAMOUS! Ah,
now vee can zit bak und vatch ze moneys pour in! Get your
buckets!
Hey, when you said everyone was welcome....did you mean
Stomper too?
Of course you chmer. We like you.
Hey MICK! I have beer at my house. Would you like me to zap
you some through the wires...uh, lines....uh, screen?
1st no decoder ring ,then I opened a package of cookies and
found a magic "decoder viewer" inside to use to see if i won
a contest......Lost out there too.....
Thanks V......Did you know that you can go to the
bottem of the page by keying ..Ctrl/End.....back to the top
with Ctrl/Home..I just learned that...
Dont send the beer the the 'puter....It shorts out
the motherboard.........or my mothers bored with her shorts
....or somethin.....
1st no decoder ring ,then I opened a package of cookies and
found a magic "decoder viewer" inside to use to see if i won
a contest......Lost out there too.....
Thanks V......Did you know that you can go to the
bottem of the page by keying ..Ctrl/End.....back to the top
with Ctrl/Home..I just learned that...
Dont send the beer the the 'puter....It shorts out
the motherboard.........or my mothers bored with her shorts
....or somethin.....
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dont you guys get sick of draggin out these pretentious
conversations just so you get a long friggin thread?
Are you not the minister of transportation?
Simplythebest...yes we are all sick and tired of this. I
speak for everyone when I say, "that's why we
continue...because we are sick and tired of it." Make sense?
Is that a school of fish?
I saw the birth of a cabbage patch doll saturday. I may
now have to work on ever eating cole slaw again.
before you were infiltrated by the bastions of bullshite.
I'm not a lowlife, I'm too thick to attain that level of
audacity, but I'll be the token dunce, sitting in the corner
cackling maniacally to myself, if you're willing to let me
listen in of course...
I am the MoT......And Ive recently obtained a magic bus for
our group(those kids dont need to ride to school) Im having
the racing stripes and gater head applyed right now.
#928...This thread isnt pretentious...its silly. You
should try getting in touch with your silly side ..its
fun....
Xena...As the official low life here I will require an
assistant ...ill put your name on my list.....
Hope you don't mind if I come and hide down here. They're
after me up there you see, if they find me they'll hurl
nasty abuse at me and I'm too thin skinned to take it. You
ain't seen me right? Right? Nice.
sorry for the repetitive post.
sorry for the repetitive post.
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sorry for the repetitive post.
sorry for the repetitive post.
sorry for the repetitive post.
sorry for the repetitive post.
Looks like someone is hankering for a new group of
spam-artists to head up to the surface and start numerous
tiresome chat threads every half-hour.
,-)
You ain't seen me right? Forgive my intrusion into this
obvious private party but I'm being chased as a result of my
beliefs and if I'm caught.......heaven help us all. Gotta
go, you ain't seen me right?
whats with all this spaming
if you want to call people here names thats fine but the
mindless waist of numbers is not on,
or is it just a ploy toget the longest thread
i have your number
uneven, I've eaten fish that looked just like that. I
assume that one's looking at us, and has several eyes (like
the one on the Simpsons)?
Patient newcomers, we welcome one and (apparently) all,
whether ye be lowlives, refugees from the long spindly arm
of the law or otherwised persecuted, and those upset by
loud noises. If you are easily and well amused feel free
to post judiciously or eavesdrop quietly. Blathering is
allowed too (one post at a time, please).
The department of silly stats has revealed that an
*unnaturally high* percentage of Frootloopians have either
never seen Star Wars, or fallen asleep during the attempt.
I don't think this is a condition of citizenship, but I do
believe many of us have come here after having been
rejected by normal polite society.
shhhhhhhh.....keep it down doc, i'm hiding down here. i'm
being persecuted for my beliefs up at the top so i've sought
refuge amongst these kind cellar dwellers. whose number do
you have? i very much hope you don't think i did that silly
constant posting bollocks, this thread takes long enough to
load anyway. shh...............someone's coming, gotta go,
you ain't seen me right? how does this disguise look? i
reckon the lower case might buy me a bit of time, bugger
there they are,gotta go before they see OH
SHIT....................................
looks like they got the alien... if you chop him up it might
do for bait?? I should think the fish illustrated above
would like alien bait? but then probbly bbq-ed as I wouldnt
trust it sashimi-ed..I mean..bottom feeders...and served
with a nicely chilled blue gator aid...
Voyeur: Can't find the 'addy' so an empty e-box is what
you'll have until I'm clued in as to where to look. Yes,
bottom fish are known to harbor all sorts of exotic parasites
and microbes so best to cook before eating. Not quite the
same for surface swimming fish.
BTW, those albacore were in the 20 lb. range which portends
the buggers to show up in our backyard being fat and sassy.
They really are a beautiful fish as their pectoral fins
extend all the way down their body to the tail. They look
like a bird with outspread wings when they hit the deck. No
wonder the Japanese name for them is 'Tombo' which is the
same word for 'dragonfly'.
yummm - my cousin who is a pilot used to "spot" for tuna
boats - and aside from getting paid he got fish.. used to
smoke 'em in a Webber... drool! so,you can try...-293 and
then fill a box.. capice?
Wow, it's 11 pm EST and I *just* now finished doing
everything I need to do to carry me through 4:30 tomorrow.
Of course, I have a meeting at 4:30 I'm not prepared for,
but we won't speak of that.
Taken from from the National Institute of Standards and
Technology. At
http://www.boulder.nist.gov/timefreq/faq/faq.htm#14
+++++++++++++++++++++++
Are noon and midnight 12 a.m. or 12 p.m.?
This is perhaps a trick question. The answer is that the
terms 12 a.m. and 12 p.m. are incorrect and should not be
used. The correct terms are 12 noon and 12 midnight.
To illustrate this, remember that "a.m" and "p.m." are
abbreviations for "ante meridiem" and "post meridiem." They
mean "before noon" and "after noon," respectively. Noon is
neither before nor after noon; it is simply noon.
Therefore, neither the "a.m." nor "p.m." designation is
correct.
To eliminate this problem, always use the terms 12 noon and
12 midnight (or just plain noon and midnight) instead of 12
a.m. and 12 p.m. For example, a bank might be
open "Saturday from 8 a.m. to noon." Or a grocery store
might be open "daily until midnight." If you are making
schedules, times such as 12:01 a.m. (1 minute after
midnight), or 11:59 p.m. (1 minute before midnight) can
also eliminate ambiguity. This method is used by the
railroads and airlines.
+++++++++++++++++
Ah RoMo, so is that why we can eat practically raw fish at
RuSan's and not get sick?
I expected a little crashers since our recent
acknowledgement from the media, but that's how we become a
party to be reckoned with. You know, we can really
proclaim this party and actually put it to vote on the next
prez election....for real! And if we flew a rainbow flag,
no telling how many votes we would get from the Am/Pm
public.
I'm being serious you people...what? if a wrestler
can...hmmm.
I rest my case.
we can stop this thread now...
On the other hand, there are many computer programs, forms,
and other civilizaticons that require input of "AM" or "PM"
and besides, convention overrides what some guys with
boulders in their heads think. So, back on the champagne
trail, cabinut members!
Re Starwhirz -- I have to walk right by the North Hill
Cinema on my way to and from work every day, and (no
surprise) there has been a large and growing contingent
camped out there for the last two days. This evening I
engaged a few in repartee, and told them that many people
where I come from don't find their trendy but vapid
entertainment essential to personal development in the
'90's. They brandished their glowing colo(u)red stick-like
weapons and chased me across the Trans-Frootloopia Highway
near the intersection with 17th St.
To answer your inquiry a few posts back there drawdE: Yes,
there was some real wacky stuff going on out there in the
ocean when 'The Brat' aka 'El Ni±o' made itself known here.
First and foremost was the water temp which never went below
60 degrees last winter...a far cry from this winter when it
has just barely pushed over the 60 degree mark in the last 2
weeks while all winter it has been in the low 50's. Cold
water is good for squid, sardines and anchovies as it
increases the amount of plankton for them to feed on but is
not too good for surface fishing like tuna, yellowtail, etc.
On the other hand, the warm water really destroyed the vast
majority of the kelp beds that hug and protect the coastline
not to mention giving fish some structure to hide and live
in. Last fall when the temperature was still warm I paddled
upon a huge sunfish laying up on the surface of the water. It
was almost as long as my kayak which is 16 ft! Amazing to
slide right over it with no noise and look down into it's
huge eye staring up at me. It didn't seem to mind or be
annoyed at all. I reached out and almost touched it before it
submerged and swam away. I have been out off the coast and
come across groups of these which were 'holding' tuna. We saw
alot of unusual species of fish when the water was warm and
even had an outbreak of blue crabs which had somehow gained a
foothold in a new environment that had previously never had
them. The list of stories about fishing and the Mother of all
El Ni±o's is endless. The best stories about fishing IMHO are
about catching wahoo which have been known to launch
themselves like missles through the air in order to get at
shiny metal lures that are completely out of water. Even been
known to hit people on boats and knock them out cold.
Voyeur: Will search out the addy and send details. Whoopee!!
That reminds me of when we would go deep sea fishing and
hit the rip tide, where the green water met blue water, and
catch dolphin on light tackle. They would jump straight up
out of the water when hooked. Sometimes they would land in
the boat. I would've loved to seen the sunfish like that.
I bet it humbled you.
The atual oncepts of 'noon' and 'midnight' refer to
instants, immeasureable to us as they refer to an
infinitesimal time instant. Thus, EVERY instance of 12.00
(at night) implies that there are some fractions hanging
after it - it might even be 12:00:00.00000001 - but it is
still a.m, anti meridian.
similarly 12:00 (daytime) refers to the integer part of a
time which has an infinite irrational component. As times
are not rounded, but merely truncated, 12.00 and whatever
fraction is most definetly POST-meridian.
So, in synthesis, 12:00 am is at night, 12:00 pm is in the
day.
I win, I win, I wiiinnn! Nyah, Nyah, Nyah, Nyah.
A little exposure, and now we are opened to the masses.
Sheesh! Post what you will, but only once, thank you.
I think you may be right about 1 thing dwardE, now may very
well be the time to put ourselves on the ballot. We would
win the freak vote for sure...but do freaks vote? Well, I
do. Maybe others do to. We must be heard. Geeks, Freaks,
Sillyheads, Doughnut eaters, and Fish fighters of the world
unite!
967
is that as time approaches the bewitching hour, you can
divide the remaining time in half. Getting closer and
closer and closer. And since each remaining time to the
hour can be divided in half, we actually never really get
to that hour, thus time does not really exist. The same
can be applied to distances. You never really can get to
point "A" nor can you leave it. Yea, I understand
completely now. aL, there you have proof to no more
weekdays.
Today Kellogg's announce the invention of "K-essentials" -
which are vitamins etc etc - that, given kids well know
aversion to anything healthy in the way of food, they have..
added, to among other things,....Frootloops. Aw shit. How
can you have a country named after a healthy cereal?? I mean
what IS the point? Maybe if we all rush out , right now, and
buy out all our local stores, we, the Frootloopians, will at
least have plentiful supplies until we take office and force
them to deK-essential at least that one cereal?????
Today Kellogg's announced the invention of "K-essentials" -
which are vitamins etc etc - that, given kids well known
aversion to anything healthy in the way of food, they have..
added, to, among other things,....Frootloops. Aw shit. How
can you have a country named after a healthy cereal?? I mean
what IS the point? Maybe if we all rush out , right now, and
buy out all our local stores, we, the Frootloopians, will at
least have plentiful supplies until we take office and force
them to deK-essential at least that one cereal?????
TAH DAH !!(flourish of trumpets) CHARGE!!
we can go back to our alternate name, Frootopia, or perhaps name ourselves after a resolutely unhealthy breakfast cereal (Count Choculia??).
As my little sister use to call it.
can i kick it?
yes i can.
can i kick it?
yes i can.
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all good things must come to an end.........................
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Now why in the fuck do you have to be such a fucking cunt?
Why didn't you use your real handle, you cum faced arse
bandit.
the is NO excuse for whomever did that - but ...1004 should
wash its mouth out with soap! this was going to be a
humorous post - but .. phooey .. I'll just go to work and
hope things are better this evening.
The 1000th poster was a millenial moron,
... or a kilo-klutz,
... or something.
A sore spot in history that most all nations have under
gone. If you got something good, they like to try and take
it away. I shall not waiver or capitulate. Now that we
have crossed that hill, on to the topic at hand...what's
the nations bird? The pterodactyl?
reading Tuesday morning and now it's in four figures with
idiots a la carte!
The wall street Journal is not quite as up market as the
Times is it?
Well, just a note to say that I couldn't uncypher unevens'
fish, and I saw a new one for a rarebit topping:-
Grate hard Cheddar (NOT plastic soap)
Lightly whip four eggwhites (not too stiff,nearly stiff)
Fold in eggwites into grated cheddar
Spread mixture with coniments added onto lightly toasted
doorsteps of white bread, carefully covering top completly,
Bake in hot oven until brown-NOT BLACK- serves four.
For our window box/balcony/city gardening freaks:-
Should your silverbirch be looking a bit bedraggled and
green of bark after the winter, hose it down with a stiff
jet of water, a layer of bark will be exposed which will
turn to white after about three days strong sunshine
Over heared at the local duck pond
Sexually deprived serbian duck was advised by a canadian
goose to get a proper gander.
Have to crash, lots of work in the garden to be done.
Bb, and Rare bitips are alwaze welcome here (along with sylvan suggestions and fowl folklore).
As for our 'fishul Frootloop/opian Feathered Friend, perhaps the yellow-bellied sapsucker, or, I've always liked pelicans. But come to think of it, pterodactyls do cut a more dashing figure and come from the same antediluvian / (devonian?) mystique as gators.
I remember going to the Denzer Zoo when I was about 5 years
old and falling in love with the seals there. They were so
cute and soft looking, and I really dug their quarters at
the Zoo- reminded me of something you would see at a Water
Park. My heart was set on having a seal.
We had a really big basement. We had just moved into the
house, so it was completely unfinished. I figured it would
be easy enough to flood the basement and the seal could live
down there and I could go and play with it.
I think my parents must have played along with this idea for
a bit, because I remember being horribly dissappointed when
it came to fore that I could not, in fact, have a pet seal
in the basement.
I remember at teh same time a lot of hub-bub going on about
'adopting' (read: sponsoring) Zoo animals. But the way a
five year old interprets 'adoption' means that something/one
comes home with you, not that you pay a sum and get sent a
postcard with the animal's stats on it good for free familt
admission to the Zoo.
I was really impressed by the brave family who had adopted a
tiger. But I really, really wanted a seal.
great seal act at the Moscow circus..about when you were a
gleam in your parents'eyes..
And adoption... I was sooo jealous of my cousins, who were
adopted, cause they had not only birthdays (with the normal
school class parties etc) but also Adoption days.. which
were just family - .. I wanted on too!
aL - when you you jaunt off via deepest Shannon?? and whence
do you return?? Juju and drawdE and I have a nefarious plot
hatching.. for which your presence will be required!!
RoMO - Dawit has suggested that we also harvest me some
fresh Makrud... what a clever boy he is!Did you do the math
yet??
I'll be out of the country from 30-6 to 28-8, but I won't
have this mainline IV-type internet connection after June
12, hence, I will probably not be around much in the latter
half of June. So whatever your rascally plans, we should
bring them to the table soon!
Once, I burried a chicken bone in my dad's garden and my
dad asked me why I did that. I told him I wanted to grow
eggs. Lard.
Although posters #973-1004 present impressive resumes I
propose the We,Frootopians,reject their applications as
village idiots because they are in fact overqualified for
the job.
I second that motion.
All in favor?
All opposed?
I hear no naysayers; motion passed.
oops, too late.
Another motion -- we adopt the seal as our national bird.
Sea lions are a bit more fun, but not as "cute". Speaking
of "cute" big elephant seals are about the uncutest things
going. Perhaps they're so ugly they're cute. I don't
know, I'm not an expert on cutism.
When I was about 4, I pulled the hose into our basement
window well and turned it on. It made a nice pool, first
in the window well, then thanks to a slow leak, in the
basement. I got in trouble. Not long after we moved to
our new house in Ottawa when I was 5, I found a carpenters
plane and asked my parents what it was. They told me it
was used to smooth wood. Our wooden kitchen cupboards
looked kind of rough to me, so I clumsily took the plane to
them. Got in trouble for that too (although I couldn't
figure out why). 38 years later the same cupboard doors
are still there, showing a few scratches.
i turn my back all hell breaks lose
remember to clean up all the past motions
try not to make a comotion
death to the spamer
You gave me more support on my motion than a new pair of
elastic socks. I need a kind word cuz I just found out my
friend is going to England tomorrow (Friday( and im staying
here .....*****pout***** I thought she was leaving next
week. Oh well .I hope she brings me a Tee shirt.
for the weekend... at Daniel Boone's homestead..wild turkey
for dinner Sat (the solid kind - not the liquid)
aL - need to communicate in the real world (ooo sorry
Frootloopia IS the real world..) need to communicate in
cyber space then about the nefarious plot! try minus 355
from here, please!!
Did you know that Mary Poppins was NOT a true story, and
that if you jump off the roof with an umbrella you will NOT
float down slowly.
drawdE- to your observation about the utility of umbrellas,
I would also like to add that YOU DO NOT BOUNCE WHEN YOU
HIT THE GROUND- no matter the height from which you've
jumped.
Intenational House of Pancakes Theme.
I have noticed that there are quite a few recipes on this
thread. None of them are Russian. I have also noticed that
nearly every cuisine in the world has some equivalent for
'pancake', and Bisquick is raking it in.
So I want to share a recipe.
2 eggs
3 TB sugar
1/3 cup flour
1 tsp oil
8 oz cottage cheese, drained well.
Splice it all together an fry up small pancakes in the
skillet. Good with applesauce or jam on top.
These are called syrniki. MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm.
I may just try it -- it sounds so simple. You forgot to mention "serves 6" or something like that, but it looks like I could manage the whole thing.
drawdE, does that mean I can't make my bicycle fly either? Didn't Mary do that too? I know they did it in ET with the help of the eponymous one, and in the Wizard of Oz that old witchy lady was cycling in the tornado...
you may not bounce but if you land on a very hard spot and
fall from a great height you kind of splatter back up like
a drop of water .you make a big mess,but if you hit a soft
spot you kind of crumble internaly/shatter.
.
flying is for the birds
remember once you get above two storys you are in a life
indangering hight,so becareful how many storys you tell!!!
When do I get my seal?
I am posting from my new minty headquarters....our closing
was TODAY! I am an officialy newly indoctrinated adult(gag!)
owner/operator of a real, actual, house. In a neighborhood.
With a yard. And my very own trees. And a fence. Do I look
any different? Here, touch me...do I feel any different? I
have an attached garage! Attached to the house, that is.
I liked your seal story aL. I have recently been to the zoo
here and the seals were wonderful....I could probably
figure out a way to sneak one out wearing an overcoat and
hat. According to the movies, with the proper shoes seals
can drive a car! Shall I give him a map and point him in
your direction?
I used to break and enter with some other neighborhood kids
when I was a child....never got caught either. There was a
flour mill across the street from my house and we used to
sneak in there to see whatever it was there was to see
there...nothing but a few guys in dusty hard hats and
coveralls, but we felt a rush of pure criminality. It never
lead to other more violent crimes. Well, none that I am
allowed to discuss without my attorney present.
aL--Voy, drawdE, and I have a tiny plan that absolutely
must include you---you are our kingpin. Truly an essential
ingredient in our um, secret discussions. Ask them.
To that very naughty poster----you are a bad, bad, boy and
you need to call your mother and tell her how awful you
have been. You are grounded from the computer until further
notice!
1025
Did you know that Navy SEALS have a tradition of not wearing
underwear? So says Jesse Ventura...and I believe him!
Really now, have any of you spent any time around a real true
to life seal? They STINK!!!!!!
There is a beach right here in La Jolla that was taken over
by seals and at first everyone thought they were cute. After
a few years and a few bitten tourist kids people seriously
started to have second thoughts about the 'cute seals' that
homesteaded what was once a prime beach. Health inspectors
who regularly monitor water quality at the beaches here began
to notice a high concentration of e. coli. The source was
located and it turned out to be the seals who were crapping
all over the place. At this point the locals were getting
even more fed up with the interlopers and demanded their
beach back...shit and all. They wanted the city officials to
chase them all away or even *gasp* dredge all the sand off
the beach so that the buggers wouldn't find it so soft and
inviting. Only problem is that seals are a Federally
protected sea mammal and even harassing one is a felony. End
of story. Seals are still sunning themselves by the hundreds
on one prime piece of real estate.
BTW...sea lions are the scourge of all ocean fishermen here
in Southern California. They have learned to follow fishing
boats and then eat chum or hooked fish right off the line
without getting hooked..well, most of the times. I have seen
sea lions laying in kelp paddys sunning themselves 80 miles
offshore. That's sort of astounding when you consider that
those little kelp paddys break up after awhile and then the
beast has no resting spot.
but I do have some virtual ones captured on film one
Antarctic December. There are the infamous Elephant Seals
in their wallows (and, corroborating RoMO, they were
wallowing in seasons of their own scheisse and the smell
was truly lung-curdling). Also mean lean Crabeater seals,
and the cutest cuddliest Weddell Seals, so irresistable you
just want to give them big sloppy kisses all day long. Not
advisable though because they've got teeth and jaws well
sharpened and exercized for chewing holes through the thick
ice. In fact if you're sentimental you'll shed a tear when
you learn that most Weddell's do not die of biological old
age, but rather expire when their teeth wear down so they
can no longer chew through the winter ice to get to the
surface any longer. Those with a zoological scientific
bent would be fascinated at the physical and metabolic
adaptations these relatives of ours have made to enable
them to dive so deeply and go for so long without breathing.
End of lecture.
Jujubee, does your new cave have a seal pool or floodable
basement? If not, you'll just have to move again.
Chmer, I think I finally realized something...
Voyeur, please report back on the 18th century history of
Frootloopia. I don't think most of us know very much about
our ancestors.
Yes Dawit?????????
Congrats on the house Juj..........
Lately,I've seen our fine citizens referred to as either
Frootopians or Frootloopians. I propose we appoint a
committee to determine the appropriate terminology in order
to eliminate future confusion.(We're all confused enough as
it is)
The hastily-formed, yet extremely dedicated committee is
considering the issue. Petitions and submissions from
members of the community will be accepted for 48 hours.
chmer, it's just that someone else from Motown was going to
the same other place, and I thought it was next weekend
too. Kleer as mud?
RoMO -- "kata kata mutiara" -- "pearl words" -- this must
be an idiomatic expression? Meaning something like not
serious, unreal, for fun, something like that?
aLLaJefita -- Romo may be the Squid pro quo, but I have
success with syrniki. This required a trip to the grocery
store to acquire things not normally found in my kitchen
(eggs, cottage cheese, and flour. I also discovered that
nowadays flour contains a list of ingredients other than
flour).
I then had to excavate deep into kitchen cupboards to
dredge up long unused implements such as whisks and spatula
flipper thingies.
Then I proceeded as instructed. The splicing was very
difficult with my large manly fingers. I whisked which
left the cottage cheese chunky (curdish?). Amazingly they
pancaked successfully even with so little flour. They
stayed rather soft and moist (I assume this is correct).
The first batch was devoured with strawberry jam, and the
second was somewhat corrupted with maple syrple.
Within 30 minutes, the sheer volume and high sugar content
had its way with my hypoglycemic metabolism and I was in
the Land of Nod again, dreaming of tamburitzas.
No, no , no no!
Okay, I'm glad you liked, and I suppose that your need for
syrup is an inherent component of the lingering traces of
your pre-Frootloopian nat'l identity. But, my goodness! Just
soooooooooooo not slavic.
I usually use all-purpose flour. I've found that a blender
mixes it all up nicely. . . Next time you should try with
jam and sour cream. Rots your teeth and clogs your arteries
at the same time- a hallmark of russian food.
Scarey thought Dawit,but my friend lives North of Toronto..
I vote that we be known as Frootloopians just cuz I like
the sound of it. I prefer Michigander instead of Michiganian
for the same reason.
8-)
I kind of knew it was a *bad* thing to do. So don't they
have maple trees over there, or did they just never get
into sap sucking? BTW you can also get a similar (but
weaker) syrup out of birch tree sap.
Well chmer, no freaky synchronicity this time. It's
another poster who's going to London next weekend. Don't
suppose your friend is another poster who lies about where
she lives...?
?
chmer's vote has been recorded
*
our legal advisory board warns us that using the name
'frootopia' could lead to a copyright infringement suit by
beverage manufacturers Fruitopia. however, as their drink
isn't really that popular, and their liquid assets (no
pun intended) don't come close to comparing to those we have
at our disposal, we find this to be a minor impediment.
I think I'm gonna take a little break from the battlefield
for awhile, being as my isp number has been proudly
broadcast for all the web-wide world to see here. A few of
you here have my e-mail and I, in all my presidential glory,
humbly authorize you to give to anyone amongst you who you
deem fit. Only for the purpose of official continental
business, of course. Tee-hee. Take care then. . .
Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their
party. Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid
of their party. . .
seems to be how to harass. It is a shame. I have about
gone to coming just here and doing the party list once a
week. Only because I committed myself to it for the year.
...
And we are here as on a darkling plain,
Swept with confused armies of struggle and flight
Where ignorant armies clash by night
supposed to "come to the aid of my party" at Frootloopia
Beach?....OK...I'll bring the beer and supply a magic bus to
get to the beach.........Who's bringing food???
drawdE..... If only others were as "committed" as
you....Only in a slightly different meaning of the
word......8-)
Probly that LDO stuff...makes ya do crazy things I'm tellin
ya!
Should we call in NATO or do ya's think the 'cleansing
campaign' will eventually sputter out and die?
I'm going 'up' to take a look around. Was up there this am
and it was not a pretty sight.
Dawit: 'Kata2 mutiara'= 'words of wisdom' (roughly)
that the LP staff comes in on Monday morning and goes "ho
hum, look at this mess I gotta sweep up" or do you think
they go "holy cow, they sure were balistic this weekend, ha
ha, hey Joe, come read this, ha ha"? Have I asked this
before?
just in time to catch the end of the dust up before it went
from 450+ to 190 in about 20 minutes.It was mystifying going
to the "other place" and finding it gutted... luckily no
identifiers for me seem to have made it here... except for
those of you who know it already.... I think they prob did a
ballistic this weekend reaction...
I vote Frootloopia .. mostly because we is definitely
loopy!!
hummm - 18thC Frootloopia.. will require some memory
dredging... I shall gze into my backward spinning
non-reflective ball.. ooooo I'm getting dizzy,.....
So this is where you all go when you're not fucking up the
rest of ttyc. Be warned, we have found your hiding place.
...for the umpteenth time this spring.
(bad pollen...bad, bad)
RoMO -- Yes, now it makes sense. Thanks for the "Pearl of
wisdom"
Voyeur -- ;-) ;-O ;-)
chmer -- I think we'll all bring food. All the recipes
found above and then some...
drawdE -- what a job they must have. If I were them I'd
make the most of it (not good for the sanity to take any
job too seriously).
Jujubee -- are you still (un)packing boxes or what??
wasn't for you.
And wishing you a successful deallergization. Too bad you
can't just fly away to the pollen-free zone.
How was the trip? You were in the pages once, saw you
commenting on something, but I can't remember what it was.
Your IP (or ISP) was published. So was anotherliZa's.
But, what can a person do with that? Can they get inside
your computer or something?
I swear I made a post here once but having scrolled through
the thousand or so others and I have been unable to find it
if in fact it exists. Not to worry.
By the way anotherliZa I know a Liza in Canberra, however
she spells her name with an 's'.
I had really bad allergy's. In fact so bad that, well if
you scroll way up I think i remember talking of it.
Anyway, the thing that helped me most was allergy shots at
the specialist. These shots actually givev you a small
part of what you are allergic to and it helps control your
immune system. I felt like a human afterwards.
navel ..errr GLOBE gazing - I was vouchsafed a vision of
18thC Frootloopia - it was then called "Apples Peaches
Pumpkin Pie" and was ruled by a benevolent dictatoress
called Liza the First. Some of the quaint titles stillin use
in today's Frootloopia came from that time - Sturgeon
General, Mistress of the Mint, Minister of Hirsute Affairs,
Neck Down... etc. Their battle flag has also survived - with
it's distictive patchwork field and white triangular
"fringes". Even then the country was a multicultural
society- as is evidenced by the names and their derivation:
Jujubee - from the African tree, Dawit fromEthiopia, Voyeur
from France. RoMO - showing that they were way ahead of the
20th C in acceptance of alternate lifestyles... It was a
very mixed economy - partially based on locally available
produce such as gators and squid, and partially on exotic
imports - susch as makrood and galangal. ... further details
as envisioned.. but, it is clear that the Frootloopia of
today is part of an unbroken line of madness for over 200
years! Long may we wave!!!
and a newfound determination to uphold the principles (or is it lack of principles?) our foreloopies struggled for so long ago!
i think not!we all go back to the start of time,we are here
because they were there,and so it goes on and on back to the
beyound,
i think not!we all go back to the start of time,we are here
because they were there,and so it goes on and on back to the
beyound,