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Just as well Bolty is back, because I’m out of here until mid-August.
(Not entirely; there’ll be occasional posts meantime, and the column never sleeps.)
(Admin note, July 31, 2007: sorry folks, forgot I had set comments to close after five days. Since you all (well, most of you all) seemed to be having such fun, I’ve extended the comment expiration to ten days. Andrea Harris, Administrator.)
Crittenden seems to be back up, RebeccaH…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 07:18 PM • permalinkHi Stevo,
Dminor & 1.618
Here’s my evening music by Satie ... Gymnopedie. I’ll crack open a beer at 6pm ... which is now ... and relax to some piano pieces ...Posted by Stevo on
What a way to wake up to may I share with you my Favourite? I’d dance to this piece all the time in my ballet lessons.
nullYa know, it occurs to me that Tim and the I-Bird can’t drive that thing 24/7; they gotta park sometime…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 07:29 PM • permalinkHa!! I love that song 1.6, good stuff!
Hye, here is one from the bluegrass band I play in. Handsome Molly.
I’m the fat goomer with the guitar.Who gives a fat rat’s ass how many pushups you can do, or how fast you can run? I retire next year and will have to get a real job. How’s that going to look on my resume?
Major Bob Isaac (Retired)
Can run like a scaleded monkey.
Can do a shit-load of pushups.
Likes german beer.If my family’s anything to go by, you’ve got a lock on a high school coaching job…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 07:39 PM • permalinkWho gives a fat rat’s ass how many pushups you can do, or how fast you can run? I retire next year and will have to get a real job. How’s that going to look on my resume?
Major Bob Isaac (Retired)
Can run like a scaleded monkey.
Can do a shit-load of pushups.
Likes german beer.Well, if my family is anything to go by, you’ve got a lock on a high school coaching job…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 07:40 PM • permalinkTexas Bob—“If ya git to Freebird, ya gone too far!” Larry the Cable Guy, Redneck GPS sketch, Blue-Collar TV
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 07:42 PM • permalink#46 Richard, well, there’s always that then.
Seems like a good fit. I’ve been yelling at privates for years now, and it seems like an easy transition to yelling at high scholl kids.ALL RIGHT MAGGOT!!!! Get down and give me twenty! The best part of you ran down the crack of your mama’s ass and ended up as a brown stain on the matress! My grandmother doesn better pushups than you and she’s been dead for 15 years!
Eh, I dunno. I sure do hate kids though.Looks like somebody opened the italics locker again and the little buggers are running all over the place. Let’s see if I can get them back into the locker. Jeez, it’s like herding cats.
Let’s see if that worked.
Posted by Michael Lonie on 2007 07 28 at 07:58 PM • permalink#76, Oh, I am still several hours away from hangover. Hanging out in semi-drunk land right now.
I just had one of these little bottles of crap the germans sell called Underberg. It’s supposed to be good for your digestions (which means it’s for a hangover), tasted like a bottle of herbal dog shit. But this alcohol in it makes it palitable.Somebody cured it before I did. Fantastico.
Posted by Michael Lonie on 2007 07 28 at 08:00 PM • permalinkEh, I dunno. I sure do hate kids though.
Cool, you can minor as a guidance counsellor and be twice as employable…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 08:03 PM • permalinkSince he is Aussie, some AC/DC for the Tim/I-Bird soundtrack…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 08:44 PM • permalinkAnd the greatest late night driving song ever written, for the Tim/I-Bird soundtrack...
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 08:54 PM • permalinkWhat a great day for Australia! Ultra-flog Peter Beattie sells out Australia on BBC radio about how ashamed he is of how the Federal Government treated Dr Haneef and then the pricks at Channel 9 pay the Dr $100,000 for his story. We are beginning to deserve a Labor Government.
Posted by AlphaMikeFoxtrot on 2007 07 28 at 09:05 PM • permalinkSo I’ll leave you with the lines from Sunday Morning Coming Down:
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.I’d smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I’d been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I’d lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothing short a’ dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothing short a’ dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
Pretty much says it all, doesn’t it? Night!The Cashless Society takes some getting used to.
Posted by stackja1945 on 2007 07 28 at 09:31 PM • permalinkI quite like the Dwight Yoakam version of Ring of Fire ... there’s been a lot of people sing it other than Cash ... still looking for a good video version of Taj Mahal’s Queen Bee ... now that’s a morning song for me.
Whilst Texas Bob has gone to bed, here’s Little Benny ... good one!
Always got time for a jam session with a pretty woman
I know this is old, but I hadn’t seen it before. Cool.
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 10:03 PM • permalinkStevo, Texas Bob—Blondie: Ring of Fire
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 10:08 PM • permalinkFuck off, TB and EC.
For a start, I’m Australian and I started commenting here (as jlc) back in 2003.
Most of the cleverer commenters have already left (Paco is an exception).
Posted by Jack from Montreal on 2007 07 28 at 10:13 PM • permalinkJack from Montreal, I have had quite enough of you being unpleasant to the other commenters here because their conversation isn’t up to your standards. I suggest, again, you look at whose name is at the top of this blog. Hint: it isn’t “Jack of Montreal.” Also, please note the “Administrator” at the end of my name.
There is an entire internet out there. I suggest you visit some other part of it than this.
Posted by Andrea Harris, Administrator on 2007 07 28 at 10:35 PM • permalinkThis is actually on topic (sort of):
A US Navy technician who got mad when someone mocked him as a “nerd” over the internet climbed into his car and drove 2100 km from Virginia to Texas to teach the other guy a lesson.
Posted by flying pigs over mecca on 2007 07 28 at 10:41 PM • permalinkMaybe we need to calm down and think a few deep philosophical mindthoughts…
Wisdom of Larry the Cable Guy:
READ SLOWLY
1. A day without sunshine is like night.
2. On the other hand, you have different fingers.
3. 42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the
spot.
4. 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
5. Remember, half the people you know are below
average.
6. He who laughs last thinks the slowest.
7. Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
8. The early bird may get the worm, but the second
mouse gets the cheese in the trap.
9. Support bacteria. They’re the only culture some
people have.
10. A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad
memory.
11. Change is inevitable, except from vending
machines.
12. If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple
of payments.
13. How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise
my hand.
14. OK, so what’s the speed of dark?
15. When everything is coming your way, you’re in the
wrong lane.
16. Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays
off now.
17. How much deeper would the ocean be without
sponges?
18. Eagles may soar, but weasels don’t get sucked
into jet engines.
19. What happens if you get scared half to death,
twice?
20. Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
21. Inside every older person is a younger person
wondering, ‘What the heck happened?’
22. Just remember, if the world didn’t suck, we would
all fall off.
23. Light travels faster than sound. That’s why
some people appear bright until you hear them
speak.
24. Life isn’t like a box of chocolates; it’s more
like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today,
might burn your ass tomorrow.Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 10:51 PM • permalinkThanks Richard.
My favourites:18. Eagles may soar, but weasels don’t get sucked into jet engines.
23. Light travels faster than sound. That’s why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
24. Life isn’t like a box of chocolates; it’s more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.I have a good one at work, but it’s a dead tree copy. I’ll post it tomorrow. If I can find it ‘lectronically.
What is it with Great Britain? First we caught their mad cow disease, now this.
No, not fair, really; can’t say this started in the UK. Intolerant tolerance is just bustin’ out all over. I think there’s some kind of scientific theory or hypothesis about changes occasionally occurring simultaneously in related species worldwide, but I have only the foggiest notion of having read about it in a magazine many years ago (National Review, I think), and couldn’t begin to hazard a guess as to what the concept is called. Probably something like Wronwright’s Wake, or McEnroe’s Machinations. Michael Lonie would know, but he’s doubtless too busy putting the final touches on that perpetual-motion machine that he was building out of tinker toys to drop in with the answer right now.
I knew it. Jack from Montreal. You got into the mead stash. Please sit still and let it take you to very nice places.
People, let this be a lesson to all. Only those who are experienced in drinking “the good stuff” can drink Sumerian or Akkadian mead. Until you acquire a tolerance for it, please confine your drinking to fine Australian bitters. Especially that one specially brewed by a hotel in Australia. I think you Aussies know which one I’m referring to.
Posted by wronwright on 2007 07 28 at 11:12 PM • permalink#217 Kae, you’re very kind to say that of my comments, but I must disagree.
(And please, no comments saying otherwise. We risk an orgy of backslapping and denials.)
Posted by flying pigs over mecca on 2007 07 28 at 11:14 PM • permalinkTexas Bob needs to awake in less than three hours. Ouch.
Posted by flying pigs over mecca on 2007 07 28 at 11:24 PM • permalinkPaco—it’s called the “morphogenic field.” I can’t claim I invented it… but I did approve because it causes some wild shit…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 11:29 PM • permalinkThe Tragic Truth Behind Our Coal Mines
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 28 at 11:49 PM • permalinkI’ve just been clicking on some Bios of the commenters.
Can you please make an effort to put something in your Bios? It makes things so much more interesting when we are on Downtime (ahem, alternately known as “Tim’s flown the coop and we only have one thread to work with” time), we can check others out.
One of the strangest music videos I have seen: Miss Brand-New Day by the Southern All Stars.
Posted by flying pigs over mecca on 2007 07 29 at 12:02 AM • permalinkCar made of vegetables hits 240 kph, herd of goats, vanishes.
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 29 at 12:34 AM • permalink
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#245 It’s the army. They make you run.
Run, Forrest, Ruuuuuuuuuun
I hate running.
As a matter of fact, I hate the Army.
Who gives a fat rat’s ass how many pushups you can do, or how fast you can run? I retire next year and will have to get a real job. How’s that going to look on my resume?
Major Bob Isaac (Retired)
Can run like a scaleded monkey.
Can do a shit-load of pushups.
Likes german beer.