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This is terrifying.
- Posted by SwinishCapitalist on 2007 10 05 at 03:46 AM • permalink
OT Hugh Mackay interview on the ABC now. He does not like vinegar either, and disdains the top-selling book Spotless!
I don’t think he likes people’s desire to keep their houses clean!Posted by carpefraise on 2007 10 05 at 04:37 AM • permalink
In the immortal words of the mayor of Hiroshima, “What the f**k was that?”Posted by Tommy Shanks on 2007 10 05 at 05:23 AM • permalink
This is the funniest scene in any movie – EVER!!!
Try to hold back laughing out loud as if you were a soldier – right to the end.
I had to a the little one was asleep next door, and nearly shat myself / busted my gut / bit my tongue / couldn’t breathe – all at once!
That’s Ben Cousins in the Blob suit.Posted by Tony.T.Teacher on 2007 10 05 at 05:46 AM • permalink
Nit-Pic Alert. What sort of cretin spells Bigus Dickus with only ONE g?Posted by Tony.T.Teacher on 2007 10 05 at 05:51 AM • permalink
Annual Bathurst 1000 motor race this weekend.
Mark Skaife says they’re likely to break the race record set ‘91 – kae, pogria, et al – when it was a more open field and Skaife won in unbeaten record time in the ‘Godzilla’ Nissan Skyline GT-R turbo …
This dude has the ‘91 & ‘92 races covered.
‘92 Skaife/Johnson (Ford Sierra RS2000 Cosworth turbo) dice highlights here
Well, if this ain’t, in reality, an open thread, I’ll eat my hat.
The Che Diaries – Day 61 (Part I)
They say that in capitalist countries, a lot of intelligence can be picked up in the men’s room. It’s not so dissimilar on the frontline of the revolution, here in the Bolivian jungle.
I was relieving myself behind some bushes today, and could hear Julio and Felipe chatting nearby, as they cleaned their weapons. Their conversation centered on my relationship with Tania, a comrade who had made her way from La Paz and arrived in our camp late last week. Tania and I had met in East Germany several years ago, and her admiration had blossomed into love. But what of it? I am not only the world’s most charismatic revolutionary; I am also a man, and there aren’t any cold showers in the jungle – except when it rains, and it wasn’t raining the day Tania came swishing into camp wearing those hip-hugging fatigues, her long, dark hair tied loosely behind her beret, her eyes moist with hero worship. Anyway, I attended to the conversation of my men.
Felipe: Well, I think it’s disgusting. Here we are, trying to bring the workers’ paradise to these filthy, ungrateful peasants, and Che spends his time in his tent canoodling with Tania.
Julio: Tell me about it! You can hear them all over the camp. All that theatrical moaning and yelling: “Oh! Oh! Storm the winter palace, my vanguard of the proletariat! Oh! Oh!”
Felipe: Haw! And the thing is, Che’s the only one who doesn’t know that she’s faking it.
Julio: I also heard somewhere that she’s a KGB plant. I know the Russians are our allies, but why would they want to spy on Che? I don’t trust her.
I had heard enough. This was potentially very serious business. I took an old copy of Granmá from my pocket and tore off a big piece to wipe with. I was so distracted by what I had heard, that it wasn’t until I finished cleaning myself that I noticed the piece of newspaper I had used featured a page-sized picture of Fidel. No offense, compadre!
- Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2007 10 05 at 08:23 AM • permalink
The Che Diaries – Day 61 (Part II)
I slipped back to my tent, drew the flap back, and marched in, determined to have it out with Tania. It was quite possible that Felipe and Julio had just picked up some idle, ill-informed gossip, but I couldn’t take any chances.
She was lying on the cot, propped up on the bundle of clothes we used as a pillow. Her left hand cupped her right elbow, and she was holding a smoldering cigarette. Her black eyes gleamed at me with adoration, and although she was a brunette, her long raven tresses fell over one eye, reminding me of the bourgeois American actress Veronica Lake. She was wearing an olive-drab tank-top and those little red panties with the gold hammer and sickle design that made me want to howl for the dictatorship of the proletariat. For a moment, I felt my resolve weakening, but I steeled myself against my baser urges and confronted her.
“Tania. Is it true? Are you . . . faking it?”
She gave me a melting look, tossed her cigarette on the ground, and held her hands out to me. “Che, baby. Come to Tania and whip out ‘red october’! I’ll show you who’s faking!”
Later, after the . . . “withering away of the state” . . . we shared a cigarette. She cuddled up to me, and I stroked her lovely black hair.
“Felipe and Julio are showing signs of bourgeois backsliding.” She removed the cigarette from my mouth with her exquisitely long, slender fingers, and took a long drag. “Why don’t you have them shot?” she purred.
“Ah, my little heroine of socialist labor! But who, then, would carry our tent? Perhaps, after we have raised the red flag over La Paz.”
“Promise? – My stakhanovite stud?”
“I promise.” I rolled over and took her in my arms. “Let’s play ‘firing squad’”, I whispered in her ear.
Looks like veronica met up with Detective PACOPosted by thefrollickingmole on 2007 10 05 at 08:42 AM • permalink
- Posted by dean martin on 2007 10 05 at 08:43 AM • permalink
Im ashamed to say it but Ive only ever seen one with her in it and cant even remember what it was called.
She did have a nice look about her though, not in all the pic but you get a sense of her being a bit mischievous in a few.Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2007 10 05 at 08:54 AM • permalink
Thanks for that!!! I haven’t seen that movie in years…….I think I know what I’m renting this weekend!!!Posted by Old Tanker on 2007 10 05 at 09:22 AM • permalink
It is often remarked that the Anglosphere consists of countries separated by a common language, but I am wondering if we might be even further distanced from each other by our respective senses of humor. I mean, WTF?! I sure hope that was a laugh track, because I’d question the sanity of anyone who even smiled during Tim’s clip.
It’s. not. funny.
As in the contemporary “arts,” *spit, throw salt over shoulder* where grotesquely shocking insults to civility pass for acts of creative genius, in comedy these days abject stupidity-for-stupidity’s-sake is passed off as something brilliantly funny.
Here’s a primer:
1) Bill Cosby? Funny. Albert Brooks? Un-funniest human being who ever lived.
2) Onion Moon Landing? Hilarious. Mr. Blobby? A full-frontal lobotomy and radical humorectomy masquerading as comedy.
3) That shite in frollikingmole’s #18? Terrifyingly and horrifically debased. These guys? The redneck-tech answer to real and true stupidity-for-stupidity’s-sake, unintended consequences, Deliverance-inbread-retards gone bad, seriously amok humor.
There’s 4 minutes I’d like to get back….wow!Posted by Old Tanker on 2007 10 05 at 10:30 AM • permalink
Welcome Ariun, Now there are Aussies, Brits, Seppos, Canadians, AND Mongolians!!
No insult intended, this was on TV the other night and just came to mind…..Posted by Old Tanker on 2007 10 05 at 10:37 AM • permalink
You say that like we have a choice.Posted by Old Tanker on 2007 10 05 at 10:38 AM • permalink
Old Tanker, we all know you don’t have a choice at all. It’s part of our feminine charm.
But think of it this way. Splice would court a woman whom the famous Detective Paco considers to be his sister. If he breaks her heart, he’ll have to leave town in the dead of night. And it wouldn’t take Detective Paco long to track him down.
The whole situation seems wrought with danger.
I didn’t get the cordless drill but I did a new pair of hockey skates…..that seemed manly enough. Speaking of which, my wife and kids came to see me play for the first time ever. Towards the end of the game a player from the other team took a cheap shot and slew footed me pretty bad, then gave me a 2 hander across the back. I could hear my wife yelling at him from the stands….HE didn’t know who he was messin’ with!!!Posted by Old Tanker on 2007 10 05 at 11:05 AM • permalink
O/T, but I can’t go to bed without sharing the news that the BBC has reduced its twit quota by one.Posted by SwinishCapitalist on 2007 10 05 at 11:30 AM • permalink
Obviously you aren’t new to hockey. The other half has a former pro hockey player on her sales staff, (his younger days of course).
Mike takes a lots of pills per day and that’s just to stand up. Take care and “he shoots, he scores”.
Oh, yeah those cheapshot artists, one slash across the back of a neck, oughta cure that, just don’t make it look like a cheap shot…:).
There was about 2 minutes left in the game and we were winning….I decided to keep my cool and mark him for the next game. He dumped me into the net earlier in the game and I gave him the benefit of the doubt…no more!! Hell, that 2 hander was so hard it left a bruise through my pads…and I don’t bruise easy.
he shoots, he scores
Sounds like the radio announcer for my Detroit Redwings…Ken CalPosted by Old Tanker on 2007 10 05 at 11:48 AM • permalink
I think you’d have to augment beef, especially where I live in Tejas, with venison for BBQ. I like to marinate the backstraps whole in a Shiner Bock beer concoction for 48 hours, wrap them in bacon, and then cook them over mesquite. Mmmmmm!
Then, of course, my hispanic friends like to cook cabrito (A special variety of goat) over mesquite, which is freaking awesome.
I guess Bar-B-Que is getting more cosmopolitan. LOL!
…and I’ve been to a few hog roasts when I lived in Texas….Posted by Old Tanker on 2007 10 05 at 11:56 AM • permalink
#57 & 58 BBQ cow vs. pig is a long-running argument I have with Mr. H (he’s a native Ohioan). Just like our disagreement that chili is a classifcation all its own (me) instead of a soup (him),that the entire state of Texas is not covered with dead mesquites, and that he is fantasizing when he says he married me because I told him I was a Texas oil princess.
If y’all know anything about the origins of barbecue, then you know why TRUE barbecue uses pork, slow cooked or smoked.
Because pigs are easier to steal than cows and don’t leave so much incriminating evidence lying around.
Bonus hint: collard greens and black-eyed peas were grown for cattle fodder and nitrogen fixation. Hence, they were cheap…
I don’t think you can pronounce that in Texan….Posted by Old Tanker on 2007 10 05 at 01:27 PM • permalink
I’d have to say that, today anyway, beef is more common than pork at BBQ events I attend (It IS practically a sport ‘round here), but pork is by no means uncommon.
And EVERYBODY knows that chili is NOT a member of the soup family and that it DOES NOT contain “beans.” *shudder*
True story: I was on a hunting lease in Uvalde Co. back in the late 80’s, and we had year-round access. There were vast pecan bottoms because the Nueces river ran through it, and so, oodles and gobs of turkeys. A place in San Antonio called The Bun and Barrel would smoke the birds for us, so we’d save them up all season. Come Superbowl Sunday, we’d pick those smoked puppies clean while watching The Game. I’m salavating just thinking about it.
On Sept. 25, 2007, a coordinated air strike by a USAF F-16 killed Abu Usama al Tunisi. Al Tunisi was one of the most important leaders within al Qaeda in Iraq and part of the inner circle of advisors to Abu Ayyub al Masri.
Tenderize ‘em first eh??Posted by Old Tanker on 2007 10 05 at 03:19 PM • permalink
- #31 Oh! I’m in! I’m in! Thank you Tim Blair! Long have I lurked, and longed to post, and been sorely disppointed by closed registration. But now I’m in!
Ariun in Mongolia So, you’re pretty much admitting you’ve had a long history of mental illness….and have finally found a place to fit in?
Well, welcome to the nuthouse.
Hugh Mackay interview on the ABC now. He does not like vinegar either, and disdains the top-selling book Spotless!
Continuing the OT, Hugh Mackay was in Albury-Wodonga recently. The photo that appeared in the Border Mail of the great backyardsman was nothing like the photo used to promote the visit or any of the photos that have appeared in the press recently. He is about 40 years older. Didn’t recognise him until I read the caption. He must be sending out that 1960s photo with his press releases.
Drat. I thought maybe we’d get to see the real Mr. Blobby floating, for a change.
Wonder what he looks like in the water…
Mr Blobby’s favourite porn movie….
it’s sock porn….
#17, #19 Great forrrrrrm, maestro!Posted by carpefraise on 2007 10 06 at 02:39 AM • permalink
- i dont’ know why, but i had the urge to write “Beeeyootiful storry Meeester
Pacochevsky”.Mus be that revolution ambience.Posted by carpefraise on 2007 10 06 at 02:40 AM • permalink
#31, Hi Ariun! Glad you could make it!Posted by carpefraise on 2007 10 06 at 02:44 AM • permalink
*69, actually that’s not so farfetched. Several years ago a book came out called “Dining with Terrorists”. I forgot who wrote it but I think it was an Australian journo.
Don’t quote me on that though.Posted by carpefraise on 2007 10 06 at 02:56 AM • permalink
- Ariun is in Mongolia and commenting on Oz’s best blog, is the Internet the greatest invention since the pop top beer can, or what?
Welcome aboard Ariun. Do you still play polo with the ball made from a human head over there?If so, I have some suggestions for the “ball” in the next round. (run for your life, Garrett. . . . . . )Posted by Pedro the Ignorant on 2007 10 06 at 06:41 AM • permalink
- Motoon Madness In Deep Context!
Welcome, Ariun! Glad you could get registered join in the fun. 😀Posted by Barbara Skolaut on 2007 10 06 at 10:09 AM • permalink
OH MY GOD!!! The freaking Bun ‘n Barrel!!! Austin Highway, San Antonio, Texas. We used to go there all the time when I was a widdle kid. Used to be an actual drive-in; the waitress who always waited on us was a peroxide blonde named Liz. I loved the BBQ sandwiches.
When I went back to SA a coupla years ago, it was still there! That stretch of road had hardly changed a bit, and neither had the food. I almost cried as I ate my BBQ sandwich.
Good Lord, I never expected to see that joint mentioned on Tim’s blog. Guess that’s why I hang out here.Posted by Tex Lovera on 2007 10 06 at 02:56 PM • permalink
Why is Peter Garrett smashing up that nice lady’s kitchen?