Okay, y’all, you crowded us out of the old saloon and we had to open a new one. The food is mighty fine, but watch out for the ruffians out front.
Newcomers are always welcome, even if the front porch does look a little intimidating today! But don’t worry–the regulars are all inside and they’ll treat you right.
I’m off to get some work done. Don’t break any bottles over anybody’s head while I’m gone, y’hear?
Hey, for once I might be one of the first ones to hit the cafe..so happy High Noon to yawl-..my attempt at southern accent.(and from what I remember from living in North Carolina for a year)
Oh jeez and now that I’m giddy about being here I can’t think of anything to say.
How y’all doin’ today. Here in snowy Noo Yawk (change of accent) it is downright cold. Thanks to all for supporting the art fair this past saturday. (especially Supersoling, CabinGirl and the Bood! And to Kansas for reminding me to get the word out!) We’ll have to do it again sometime!
Just stopping in for a quick moment before I get back to ‘real work’, but I wanted to thank everyone for taking part in the Web diary. It wouldn’t have been nearly as powerful without all of you there. Thank you.
If you work at home and you are sick, so you are taking a sick time but you are still able to muck about on the internet, are you really sick enough to deserve taking the sick time?
My dad always used to say that unless you need to be in the hospital there’s really little reason for sick time. If you’re going to be miserable anyway you might as well work. He instilled in me the habit of “calling in well” as in, “It’s freakin’ gorgeous outside today so I won’t be in to work, I’ll be skiing. See you chumps tomorrow.” 😉
I work with machines and tools. There’s plenty of times when I’m able to blog but too beat down to run a lathe safely!
When I was programming I arranged with one employer to let me work at home half-days when I was sick. So I could do both: they got some work done and the freedom from me spreading the bug, and I got my rest and web time.
These are really funny. Totally different subject but those make me think of the old woman who said she owed her long life to the fact she only drank liquor on birthdays and then added “Of course, everyday is somebody’s birthday.”
Your dad sounds remarkably like my dad, who used to say something like “unless you have blood dripping from your eyeballs, you go to school!”
Consequently my sisters and I are a hardy stock, reminiscent of the inhabitants of Lake Wobegone, as are all the children.
My husband’s children were taken to the doctor every single time they had a sniffle. His ex still takes them to the pediatrician even though they are a 21 year old drug addict with a 6 month old baby, and a 19 year old who is in jail currently and suspected in as many as 20 crimes in his neighborhood.
in which my GP was my uncle whose office was 4 blocks away. There was no chance ever of faking being sick, even if you cried and said “but all the other kids do it.”
I learned my lesson about faking it when I told my mom I couldn’t go to school because I had cramps. I was 8. It seemed to work for my older sisters, so I thought I’d try it out.
The sunny Olympic Mountains in their new winter snow clothes seen wedged between bay mist and the low ceiling over our neighborhood.
The Hitlery –er, umh, History Channel (yeah, that’s what it is: history!) has run some shows about the reality of the wild wild wild west and gunfights.
Back in the best-of-all-worlds 1950’s, I recall my roaring 20’s grandparents and Depression parents laughing out loud at the TV and movie cowboy portrayals. The men were always 30 years too old, and every story seemed to require several warlike gun battles.
Anyways, History Channel confirms the young age of the typical cow poke and gun fighters. Makes sense to me now that I’m in my 50’s, seemingly the starting age for classic western cowboys.
One show stated flat-out that there’s no evidence that a High Noon style gunfight ever happened anywhere. Wyatt Earp used to sneak up behind suspects to bop them over the head more like Moe Howard than Hugh O’Brien. Like most lawmen he carried his guns hidden in coat pockets or in a city type holster. Most towns forbade carrying guns in the city limits. Gunpowder didn’t go ‘smokeless’ until fairly late (after 1880’s?).
And evidently everybody had ulcers and other digestive trouble. I recall an NPR story 10+ years ago saying that one of the top findings in digs of 19th century frontier sites is patent stomach medicine bottles.
Oh well, off for my 2nd morning cuppa and then to the woodworking bench.
Speaking of Westerns, cowboys and High Noon-the movie. I remember Clinton being interviewed one time and asked what his favorite movie was. Needless to say he had more than one but High Noon was one of his favorites for the themes expressed in it and he spent a small amount of time talking about the philosophical aspects of the movie.
Then there’s Bush-asked what his favorite movies were one of the first ones he mentioned were the Austin Powers movies, baby……..which seems to fit his personality perfectly…and no he didn’t spend any time talking about the philosophical aspects of those movies..then again that would require some thinking on his part.
Man, that says a lot, doesn’t it…. Would be interesting to compare a few “Favorite Movies of…” lists. Maybe it should be a required question of all candidates for office!
Austin Powers. Good Lord. Unfortunately that does fit his personality perfectly…
Inspired by Favorite Political Movies List (as seen at the Orange Place)
Instead of asking politicos about their favorites as a character litmus test sorta thing, why not ask each other our fav poliflicks? Just for the fun of it.
BooTribbers, tell us why such-and-such is your favorite. Don’t just plunk a title down on the bar and expect a free drink in response.
To get the ball rolling: The Constant Gardener because it’s faithful to Le Carre’s novel; because I love excellent ensemble acting (especially when I’ve never heard of any of the actors); because it’s a plot with a point, not just “and then. . .and then. . .”; because it has a quality ephemeral in film — intelligence.
Perhaps we should take this outside the FB Saloon and go down the block to the old boarded up Paradiso Palace Movie Emporium (P2ME). Anyone care to open it?
I always love talking about movies and why I had the Silver Screen Edition of Trivial Pursuit.(didn’t say I was good at it just that I had it).
As for political movies well of course my mind is blank right now so will have to think on that a bit.
I do have one enduring question about a movie called 3 Days of the Condor-with Robert Redford..it was based on the book, ‘ 6 Days of the Condor’…….why were 3 days lopped off? That has always struck me as bizarrely funny.
that I remember seeing is “Dave” — that was the one with Kevin Kline playing the President and a guy who doubled for the President. Very fluffy, but I enjoyed it; I usually try to catch it on TV when it comes on, and wouldn’t mind getting the DVD if it’s available. I guess it’s just the idea of a “regular Joe” getting into the Oval Office and making his mark that appeals to me. And Frank Langella made a beautifully evil Chief of Staff — think Karl Rove without the teddy bear face, then implant Cheney’s charm. 🙂
Yes, I certainly thought that fit with his smirking, sniggering response for instance to reporters questions about what he gave Laura on either their anniversary or her birthday…who seemed a bit taken aback at his rather crudely winking and laughing as his response. Yeah, implying he’s banging the First Lady to the whole press corp certainly shows how much respect bush has for his wife/women-those famous family values at work I guess.
For the most useful, and hilarious cowboy poetry (well, it’s not really poetry, just pithy sayings mostly) ever (my opnion, mind, unsubstantiated conjecture, as it were….) see Texas Bix Bender’s Don’t Squat Withe Yer Spurs On: A Cowboy’s Guide to Life
Most amusing!
Here’s a little taste:
Never take to sawin’ on the branch that’s supportin’ you, unless you’re being hung from it. p.9
If you ever get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ someone else’s dog around.
p.24
Good judgement comes from experience, and a lot fo that comes from bad judgement.
p.29
A person who agrees with all your palaver is either a fool or he’s gettin’ ready to skin ya.
And I’ll leave you with one that I have taken SERIOUSLY to heart this weekend (but it’s good to keep in mind as much as possible):
life out West with the “Wild and Woolies” and then finally caught up with ya’ll and got swivelized. This is my kind of bar, a little something for everybody!
Ninety MPH gusts in the foothills west of Denver, gusts in the 50 MPH range here in town. The hurricane season didn’t end–it just moved west. Freezing temperatures are bad enough, but when one of those wind blasts hits you it’s YOWZA time.
Turned to Spouse last night after learning Not Omega (aka Epsilon) had reconstituted into a hurricane and said, “I’ve decided to call the period from Nov. 30-June 1 the Interim Hurricane Season since the damned things won’t go away!”
No shit! It’s ugly in Boulder. Had to be out on a site this am – wind chill must have been below zero, plus the wind makes things dangerous…contractor sent everybody home…or like me , to the nearest bar.
How ’bout a burger and a beer? It’s cold out there!
sat down to eat some yummy leftover briscuit that the hub made last night and turned on CNN — what should I see there but a celebration of a NO dance hall that has been reopened — Pat Barabrot (sp?)’s bgi band, he’s been a band leader since the 40s and this is his dance hall.
Well, happy days are here again apparently, because even all of these people who lost “everything” can find time to get a new dress, shiny, gangly earning and dance the night away. Yeefuckingha, all is well now.
Oh, did I forget to mention that every last person shown, whether interviewed, dancing or playing in the big band was white? No, forgot to mention that? Well, that’s why my stoach feels not too good right now.
Okay – I ran into a little problem last night, and I wondered if anyone is knowledgeable about the subject.
While preparing dinner, I preheated the oven to 350, which typically takes about 10-15 minutes. Well, after prepping each of the menu items, I came back to BT to read for awhile, and before I knew it an hour had passed by – but the oven timer had not yet buzzed to alert me it had reached 350. I checked out the situation, only to find out the oven never climbed past 130 degrees. I “rebooted”, I tried various other attempts – but nothing beyond 130 degrees.
It’s a nice quality gas range, and about 8 years old. All the burners work and the broiler works, but there’s no heat coming from the bottom of the oven.
Upon my husband’s return home, he startled me with his reaction – in which he encouraged me to seize the moment and buy the oven of my dreams (um, Viking comes to mind ;^) I, on the other hand, cannot justify the expense of purchasing a new oven – nor am I interested in the hassle of doing so – if the problem with our current oven is fixable.)
Is there anyone out there with knowledge on the subject? Any insights will be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance, and good day!
HA! I tried. I really tried. Last night I even measured the oven just to humor my husband. No matter that cooking serves as my primary therapeutic outlet – I’m just too damn frugal to buy a new range if there are other alternatives available.
(But hey – thanks for your encouragement to behave in a self-indulgent manner ;^)
In the meantime, I’m figuring out creative ways to cook things under the broiler instead of relying on the full services of the oven. And if my creativity in the kitchen can continue to carry me through – all the more satisfying! (Well, except for all those studies I read stating that high heat cooking creates carcinogens. . .)
Following Rule of Thumb # 406 Never give sought for advice on any topic about which you know anything. Since I don’t know a damn thing about them, here’s my advice.
Build a wood fire on the bottom of your present non-functioning modcon and rename it a pizza oven!
in this matter. Having the oven repaired will be as much if not more bother than buying a new one, and if you can afford it, you are obliged under the old-fashioned but pleasant rule that says when a husband suggests buying anything, a lady should graciously set out for the mall.
Nothing can compare with a nice backyard pit lined with stones.
Its construction will provide useful activity for the husband, and delicious food for you both. You may even find an oven superfluous, and disappoint the Viking company.
Ahhh – we’re one step ahead of you on the firepit. My husband built a lovely little stone-lined pit in the middle of our backyard which has provided endless evenings of togetherness as we gaze at the stars and share romantic whispers.
Oh wait – I must be thinking of another couple. While my husband did, in fact, build us a firepit, he also rigged the set-up to include a TV, strategically positioned between us, thereby annihilating all romantic inclinations. And at the moment, the temperature is below zero in my neck of the woods, so the firepit idea – while a very nice suggestion – is a bit seasonal for us. (And we’re currently off-season)
On the other hand, you do raise a very good point. Mr A is well aware of my deep loathing of shopping and revulsion at the mere mention of malls – along with my general aversion regarding most any social interactions. His generous proposition may have been cleverly concealed under a cloak of foreknowledge that I’d never take him up on the offer. Hmmmm . . .that conniving SOB. (Oops – what I meant to say is that I couldn’t wish for a more wonderful spouse. :^)
Thank God! I read the first paragraph and instantly started to question my relationship with my husband. The only thing we ever gaze at is the TV, or the sinkful of dirty dishes. As for romantic whispers…does “get off me” count?
HEY! That’s my romantic line. (Saved only for the most special occasions – like anniversaries and such ;^)
When I started typing my comment above, I guess I just fell into an imaginary world of how a firepit might impact the lives of any other couple. But then I brought myself back to reality. With a loud thud.
(Romantic whispers. Hee! I couldn’t even keep a straight face while I typed that first paragraph. ;^)
Apartment living is a blessing and a curse; I’m never troubled with having to pick out major appliances, but by the same token I see appliances I love but will never own…
chocolate, chocolate, chocolate. You set me up for far too many temptingly crass responses. Darn you!
For this one fleeting moment in time, I will not allow myself the instant gratification of posting a comment I will later regret. I will not succumb to the temptations. Instead, I will take the high road and wish you a fabulous day. ;^)
oh absolutely-I was definitely hoping for some disgustingly lowminded, crude and rude responses. I could get the ball-ahem-rolling by mentioning that a head with horns might just be the most musical ride of the year(sung to the tune of that andy williams song-The Most Wonderful Time of the Year).
Things I would ask myself:
How good is the oven?
Do I like it?
What else is wrong with it?
How much did it cost?
How much will cost just to get someone to give me
an estimate of what it will cost to repair it?
How much will cost to get a new oven that is exactly
what I want?
I kept my last oven 25 years, even though the last five years the actual oven temperature was anybody’s guess. Last year we finally got a new one even though the old one was still working. Cooking with the new stove is so wonderful compared to the old one that I’m really pissed at myself for waiting so long.
Well gosh golly, Miss Andi – thanks for the cost/benefit analysis worksheet.
I understand what you’re saying about your 25 year old oven. In my instance, 8-9 years of active duty just doesn’t seem like it’s given enough of itself to me quite yet. ;^)
In reference to your regrets, a similar issue comes to mind with my mother. For years, she suffered from cataracts – too fearful and leery to undergo surgery (which I believe is the same as or similar to Lasik surgery) As a life-long voracious reader, she went from large print books to magnifying glasses to a combination of both. From there, she went to audio. When she finally submitted to the surgery, she felt like she had been granted a new lease on life. (And deeply regretted the many years of reading she had lost in the meantime)
I’ll definitely take your thoughtful suggestions into consideration. For now – I just took a large pan of chicken breasts out of the oven – using the broiler and placing the chicken breasts on a middle rack. And I must admit – I got some damn good results!
Have yourself a fabulous evening – and in line with the yarn diary – allow me to pass a ball to you. You add so much joy to this place on a daily basis and I really appreciate that. (And now, it seems, I really should circle back to the others I missed. My new mission at hand – random acts of yarn throwing – one act at a time as the opportunity presents itself. ;^)
IF the oven runs on gas, just make sure who ever does the repairs knows what the hell they’re doing.
Faulty repairs on gas furnaces have killed people, and almost killed some. And I know you’re talking ovens here, but a gas oven can still dangerous if not serviced by the properly trained.
I’ll mess with the electrical and mechanical, but never gas appliances.
As someone who deeply respects the immense potential dangers related to gas lines, I greatly appreciate your warnings, ND.
And with that in mind, imagine, if you will, how quickly I hit the ceiling when I discovered that the oven was originally installed by my husband’s brother. A brother with no experience in that arena whatsoever. A brother who has a history of effing up the most dangerous home improvement projects. A brother who frequently wishes harm on others. A brother who is a certified sociopath.
It would be an understatement to say that I was not pleased. (And to this day I still have no idea why my husband selected his brother to do the work)
Thanks again for sharing your concerns, ND – and have yourself a fabulous evening!
P.S. On a completely different note – I regret that I neglected to throw you the ball of yarn on ejmw’s thread. Thank you for your contributions to this site – I respect your perspectives and I value your input. Good day!
Thanks for your kind words Anomalous. They are much appreciated.
btw, re: gas furnaces; it was carbon monoxide from the gas furnaces that killed people due to the motel’s “handyman” not properly placing some sort of baffle.
Trying to get inspired to get work done…and it’s not working. Need to at least do shopping list, and would like to clear old crap out of refrigerator too.
We have one very cool UPS guy — most of the UPS folks just leave the packages in the pickup room in the office building, then leave a note in the mailbox; this one actually does come to the door to at least try delivery! Got a couple of things today I’ve been waiting for; a crochet book called “Prayer Shawls”, with patterns and tips for making shawls for people as a form of prayer or meditation (looking forward to looking at that later), and the spouse’s work socks (which he was just asking about last night; I found an online source so we no longer have to buy them at Wally World).
I tell you it’s been so long since I stopped in I probably should introduce myself again. I’m trying to coordinate everything for our business move from one end of town to the other at the beginning of January. Who would have thought it would be this hard and take so long just to get everything done.
Trouble started Friday when Quest chopped off our internet a month early. I mean really..sheesh…how in the world can anyone mistake the first of Dec. for the first of Jan. When I originally ordered the switch I asked the guy 3 times if he was sure on the date. Of course he said mame. I should have known better. So all day Friday I sat on hold from one person to the next. Thank goodness I’m a patient woman or heads would have rolled.
The weekend of course was snowy from Friday night til well still today, and another round in the works for tomorrow into Wed. Oh well…what can you do except make fun of the Basset trudging around up to his chest in the snow. Make for some fun pics.
Hey, ColoDem, good to see you again. You’ve come in right at the tail end of this cafe, so why don’t you copy this over to the next cafe so everybody can say howdy.
Okay, y’all, you crowded us out of the old saloon and we had to open a new one. The food is mighty fine, but watch out for the ruffians out front.
Newcomers are always welcome, even if the front porch does look a little intimidating today! But don’t worry–the regulars are all inside and they’ll treat you right.
I’m off to get some work done. Don’t break any bottles over anybody’s head while I’m gone, y’hear?
What’s that guy doing with his back turned?
Urinating, I suppose?
It IS a saloon in the rough end of town…
Where’d you take that picture, Kansas?
Olathe? Leavenworth? Bonner Springs?
All that’s missing is the tumbleweed.
😀
Hey, for once I might be one of the first ones to hit the cafe..so happy High Noon to yawl-..my attempt at southern accent.(and from what I remember from living in North Carolina for a year)
Oh jeez and now that I’m giddy about being here I can’t think of anything to say.
Hi chocolate and kansas.
Still a bit early for lunch for me.
Working on a contract amendment that needs to be finished today – can’t chat much today.
How y’all doin’ today. Here in snowy Noo Yawk (change of accent) it is downright cold. Thanks to all for supporting the art fair this past saturday. (especially Supersoling, CabinGirl and the Bood! And to Kansas for reminding me to get the word out!) We’ll have to do it again sometime!
Just stopping in for a quick moment before I get back to ‘real work’, but I wanted to thank everyone for taking part in the Web diary. It wouldn’t have been nearly as powerful without all of you there. Thank you.
that even a curmudgeon like me was sucked in. Thanks so very much for thinking of doing it.
It really was a great idea! Thanks for doing it.
I suspect most people didn’t see the lovely photo that wilderness wench posted of her place. It’s definitely worth going to the old cafe to see.
Gorgeous and would certainly make a wonderful holiday oh excuse me mr. o’reilly, christmas or would that be x-mas card.
and call it “celebration of a pagan festival” card.
If wilderness wench could just slot a sleigh in there, hallmark would be all over her for that scene.
If you work at home and you are sick, so you are taking a sick time but you are still able to muck about on the internet, are you really sick enough to deserve taking the sick time?
My dad always used to say that unless you need to be in the hospital there’s really little reason for sick time. If you’re going to be miserable anyway you might as well work. He instilled in me the habit of “calling in well” as in, “It’s freakin’ gorgeous outside today so I won’t be in to work, I’ll be skiing. See you chumps tomorrow.” 😉
I think he figures if his students are going to give him viruses, he ought to give them right back.
I totally believe in sick days as a way to quickly rejuvenate myself.
The very next fight-filled day here ate my school (like two last week), I’m taking a day off to go Christmas shopping.
Ah, the joys of calling in well…as in:
“I’ve been sick ever since I started working for you, but I’m feeling much better now and don’t need to come back.”
I work with machines and tools. There’s plenty of times when I’m able to blog but too beat down to run a lathe safely!
When I was programming I arranged with one employer to let me work at home half-days when I was sick. So I could do both: they got some work done and the freedom from me spreading the bug, and I got my rest and web time.
I’ve been working at home for 16 years but rarely get sick so I don’t have much practice with this.
I’m doing “thinking” work right now and I pretty much felt like I couldn’t run the machinery safely (or at least intelligently).
Then it will probably frighten you to learn that my father was, at the time, an airplane mechanic.
Seriously, what I said shouldn’t be understood as anything more than light-heartedness. It’s not a life philosophy.
what your dad did, I was certainly taking light-heartedly. Now I’m glad my airplane travel was all last week 😉
OTOH I do think that “calling in well” is a good foundation for a life philosophy.
had two standard lines that he always wanted to use:
Former butcher turned accounts receivable rep due to wrecking out his arms…quite a character… 🙂
These are really funny. Totally different subject but those make me think of the old woman who said she owed her long life to the fact she only drank liquor on birthdays and then added “Of course, everyday is somebody’s birthday.”
ROTFLMAO!!!
Your dad sounds remarkably like my dad, who used to say something like “unless you have blood dripping from your eyeballs, you go to school!”
Consequently my sisters and I are a hardy stock, reminiscent of the inhabitants of Lake Wobegone, as are all the children.
My husband’s children were taken to the doctor every single time they had a sniffle. His ex still takes them to the pediatrician even though they are a 21 year old drug addict with a 6 month old baby, and a 19 year old who is in jail currently and suspected in as many as 20 crimes in his neighborhood.
in which my GP was my uncle whose office was 4 blocks away. There was no chance ever of faking being sick, even if you cried and said “but all the other kids do it.”
I learned my lesson about faking it when I told my mom I couldn’t go to school because I had cramps. I was 8. It seemed to work for my older sisters, so I thought I’d try it out.
excellent theory, poor practice
The sunny Olympic Mountains in their new winter snow clothes seen wedged between bay mist and the low ceiling over our neighborhood.
The Hitlery –er, umh, History Channel (yeah, that’s what it is: history!) has run some shows about the reality of the wild wild wild west and gunfights.
Back in the best-of-all-worlds 1950’s, I recall my roaring 20’s grandparents and Depression parents laughing out loud at the TV and movie cowboy portrayals. The men were always 30 years too old, and every story seemed to require several warlike gun battles.
Anyways, History Channel confirms the young age of the typical cow poke and gun fighters. Makes sense to me now that I’m in my 50’s, seemingly the starting age for classic western cowboys.
One show stated flat-out that there’s no evidence that a High Noon style gunfight ever happened anywhere. Wyatt Earp used to sneak up behind suspects to bop them over the head more like Moe Howard than Hugh O’Brien. Like most lawmen he carried his guns hidden in coat pockets or in a city type holster. Most towns forbade carrying guns in the city limits. Gunpowder didn’t go ‘smokeless’ until fairly late (after 1880’s?).
And evidently everybody had ulcers and other digestive trouble. I recall an NPR story 10+ years ago saying that one of the top findings in digs of 19th century frontier sites is patent stomach medicine bottles.
Oh well, off for my 2nd morning cuppa and then to the woodworking bench.
Speaking of Westerns, cowboys and High Noon-the movie. I remember Clinton being interviewed one time and asked what his favorite movie was. Needless to say he had more than one but High Noon was one of his favorites for the themes expressed in it and he spent a small amount of time talking about the philosophical aspects of the movie.
Then there’s Bush-asked what his favorite movies were one of the first ones he mentioned were the Austin Powers movies, baby……..which seems to fit his personality perfectly…and no he didn’t spend any time talking about the philosophical aspects of those movies..then again that would require some thinking on his part.
Man, that says a lot, doesn’t it…. Would be interesting to compare a few “Favorite Movies of…” lists. Maybe it should be a required question of all candidates for office!
Austin Powers. Good Lord. Unfortunately that does fit his personality perfectly…
Inspired by Favorite Political Movies List (as seen at the Orange Place)
Instead of asking politicos about their favorites as a character litmus test sorta thing, why not ask each other our fav poliflicks? Just for the fun of it.
BooTribbers, tell us why such-and-such is your favorite. Don’t just plunk a title down on the bar and expect a free drink in response.
To get the ball rolling: The Constant Gardener because it’s faithful to Le Carre’s novel; because I love excellent ensemble acting (especially when I’ve never heard of any of the actors); because it’s a plot with a point, not just “and then. . .and then. . .”; because it has a quality ephemeral in film — intelligence.
Perhaps we should take this outside the FB Saloon and go down the block to the old boarded up Paradiso Palace Movie Emporium (P2ME). Anyone care to open it?
I always love talking about movies and why I had the Silver Screen Edition of Trivial Pursuit.(didn’t say I was good at it just that I had it).
As for political movies well of course my mind is blank right now so will have to think on that a bit.
I do have one enduring question about a movie called 3 Days of the Condor-with Robert Redford..it was based on the book, ‘ 6 Days of the Condor’…….why were 3 days lopped off? That has always struck me as bizarrely funny.
that I remember seeing is “Dave” — that was the one with Kevin Kline playing the President and a guy who doubled for the President. Very fluffy, but I enjoyed it; I usually try to catch it on TV when it comes on, and wouldn’t mind getting the DVD if it’s available. I guess it’s just the idea of a “regular Joe” getting into the Oval Office and making his mark that appeals to me. And Frank Langella made a beautifully evil Chief of Staff — think Karl Rove without the teddy bear face, then implant Cheney’s charm. 🙂
Yes, I certainly thought that fit with his smirking, sniggering response for instance to reporters questions about what he gave Laura on either their anniversary or her birthday…who seemed a bit taken aback at his rather crudely winking and laughing as his response. Yeah, implying he’s banging the First Lady to the whole press corp certainly shows how much respect bush has for his wife/women-those famous family values at work I guess.
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In hindsight 20/20 vision: "I nevershould have hired that son of a gun as VP."
Cowboy Poetry
“Treason doth never prosper: what’s the reason?
For if it prosper, none dare call it treason.”
▼ ▼ ▼ MY DIARY
For the most useful, and hilarious cowboy poetry (well, it’s not really poetry, just pithy sayings mostly) ever (my opnion, mind, unsubstantiated conjecture, as it were….) see Texas Bix Bender’s Don’t Squat Withe Yer Spurs On: A Cowboy’s Guide to Life
Most amusing!
Here’s a little taste:
Never take to sawin’ on the branch that’s supportin’ you, unless you’re being hung from it. p.9
If you ever get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ someone else’s dog around.
p.24
Good judgement comes from experience, and a lot fo that comes from bad judgement.
p.29
A person who agrees with all your palaver is either a fool or he’s gettin’ ready to skin ya.
And I’ll leave you with one that I have taken SERIOUSLY to heart this weekend (but it’s good to keep in mind as much as possible):
Never miss a good chance to shut up.
p.96
First ever post in the cafe.
Working wierd hours over the last few days – bed at 4pm up at 10pm work through the night and day…ah well, i’ll get back on track soon enough…
Cookies and milk for you since it’s almost time for bed. Or would you prefer a nightcap?
Welcome to the cafe!
life out West with the “Wild and Woolies” and then finally caught up with ya’ll and got swivelized. This is my kind of bar, a little something for everybody!
“next week”, and I haven’t yet put in a call, ahem, apologies!
How the hell are ya? hugs to you and yours!
Either way, here’s a restful picture for you.
How did all the medical stuff go? well, I hope.
Ninety MPH gusts in the foothills west of Denver, gusts in the 50 MPH range here in town. The hurricane season didn’t end–it just moved west. Freezing temperatures are bad enough, but when one of those wind blasts hits you it’s YOWZA time.
I used to live in Evergreen, and before that, up in Summit County. I remember those winds! Hang onto your hat!
Turned to Spouse last night after learning Not Omega (aka Epsilon) had reconstituted into a hurricane and said, “I’ve decided to call the period from Nov. 30-June 1 the Interim Hurricane Season since the damned things won’t go away!”
No shit! It’s ugly in Boulder. Had to be out on a site this am – wind chill must have been below zero, plus the wind makes things dangerous…contractor sent everybody home…or like me , to the nearest bar.
How ’bout a burger and a beer? It’s cold out there!
Later
Peace
sat down to eat some yummy leftover briscuit that the hub made last night and turned on CNN — what should I see there but a celebration of a NO dance hall that has been reopened — Pat Barabrot (sp?)’s bgi band, he’s been a band leader since the 40s and this is his dance hall.
Well, happy days are here again apparently, because even all of these people who lost “everything” can find time to get a new dress, shiny, gangly earning and dance the night away. Yeefuckingha, all is well now.
Oh, did I forget to mention that every last person shown, whether interviewed, dancing or playing in the big band was white? No, forgot to mention that? Well, that’s why my stoach feels not too good right now.
Ya know Brin – I saw a similar clip this weekend and had the same reaction. (Fortunately, I wasn’t eating at the time)
I thought you were talking about a “no-dance” hall perhaps operated by radical Methodists or some new fundy branch I hadn’t heard of!
Greetings!
Okay – I ran into a little problem last night, and I wondered if anyone is knowledgeable about the subject.
While preparing dinner, I preheated the oven to 350, which typically takes about 10-15 minutes. Well, after prepping each of the menu items, I came back to BT to read for awhile, and before I knew it an hour had passed by – but the oven timer had not yet buzzed to alert me it had reached 350. I checked out the situation, only to find out the oven never climbed past 130 degrees. I “rebooted”, I tried various other attempts – but nothing beyond 130 degrees.
It’s a nice quality gas range, and about 8 years old. All the burners work and the broiler works, but there’s no heat coming from the bottom of the oven.
Upon my husband’s return home, he startled me with his reaction – in which he encouraged me to seize the moment and buy the oven of my dreams (um, Viking comes to mind ;^) I, on the other hand, cannot justify the expense of purchasing a new oven – nor am I interested in the hassle of doing so – if the problem with our current oven is fixable.)
Is there anyone out there with knowledge on the subject? Any insights will be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance, and good day!
–clearly the only option that can even be considered —even be considered— is a brand, new oven.
Keep repeating that phrase by the way.
HA! I tried. I really tried. Last night I even measured the oven just to humor my husband. No matter that cooking serves as my primary therapeutic outlet – I’m just too damn frugal to buy a new range if there are other alternatives available.
(But hey – thanks for your encouragement to behave in a self-indulgent manner ;^)
In the meantime, I’m figuring out creative ways to cook things under the broiler instead of relying on the full services of the oven. And if my creativity in the kitchen can continue to carry me through – all the more satisfying! (Well, except for all those studies I read stating that high heat cooking creates carcinogens. . .)
Have yourself a fabulous day, Gooserock!
Following Rule of Thumb # 406 Never give sought for advice on any topic about which you know anything. Since I don’t know a damn thing about them, here’s my advice.
Build a wood fire on the bottom of your present non-functioning modcon and rename it a pizza oven!
in this matter. Having the oven repaired will be as much if not more bother than buying a new one, and if you can afford it, you are obliged under the old-fashioned but pleasant rule that says when a husband suggests buying anything, a lady should graciously set out for the mall.
Did he really mean “buy a Viking?” Wow.
I’m with Ductape. Smile, and strike while the iron is hot (especially since your oven obviously isn’t). 🙂
Nothing can compare with a nice backyard pit lined with stones.
Its construction will provide useful activity for the husband, and delicious food for you both. You may even find an oven superfluous, and disappoint the Viking company.
Ahhh – we’re one step ahead of you on the firepit. My husband built a lovely little stone-lined pit in the middle of our backyard which has provided endless evenings of togetherness as we gaze at the stars and share romantic whispers.
Oh wait – I must be thinking of another couple. While my husband did, in fact, build us a firepit, he also rigged the set-up to include a TV, strategically positioned between us, thereby annihilating all romantic inclinations. And at the moment, the temperature is below zero in my neck of the woods, so the firepit idea – while a very nice suggestion – is a bit seasonal for us. (And we’re currently off-season)
On the other hand, you do raise a very good point. Mr A is well aware of my deep loathing of shopping and revulsion at the mere mention of malls – along with my general aversion regarding most any social interactions. His generous proposition may have been cleverly concealed under a cloak of foreknowledge that I’d never take him up on the offer. Hmmmm . . .that conniving SOB. (Oops – what I meant to say is that I couldn’t wish for a more wonderful spouse. :^)
Good day!
Thank God! I read the first paragraph and instantly started to question my relationship with my husband. The only thing we ever gaze at is the TV, or the sinkful of dirty dishes. As for romantic whispers…does “get off me” count?
HEY! That’s my romantic line. (Saved only for the most special occasions – like anniversaries and such ;^)
When I started typing my comment above, I guess I just fell into an imaginary world of how a firepit might impact the lives of any other couple. But then I brought myself back to reality. With a loud thud.
(Romantic whispers. Hee! I couldn’t even keep a straight face while I typed that first paragraph. ;^)
you need some inspiration… 😉
Apartment living is a blessing and a curse; I’m never troubled with having to pick out major appliances, but by the same token I see appliances I love but will never own…
And will the Viking come with those cute horns on his head?
chocolate, chocolate, chocolate. You set me up for far too many temptingly crass responses. Darn you!
For this one fleeting moment in time, I will not allow myself the instant gratification of posting a comment I will later regret. I will not succumb to the temptations. Instead, I will take the high road and wish you a fabulous day. ;^)
Oh my – I feel so mature!
here in the cafe about clean-minded, mature behavior — they are absolutely forbidden. Now get that mind down in the gutter where it belongs.
oh absolutely-I was definitely hoping for some disgustingly lowminded, crude and rude responses. I could get the ball-ahem-rolling by mentioning that a head with horns might just be the most musical ride of the year(sung to the tune of that andy williams song-The Most Wonderful Time of the Year).
This is a trade-off kind of deal to me.
Things I would ask myself:
How good is the oven?
Do I like it?
What else is wrong with it?
How much did it cost?
How much will cost just to get someone to give me
an estimate of what it will cost to repair it?
How much will cost to get a new oven that is exactly
what I want?
I kept my last oven 25 years, even though the last five years the actual oven temperature was anybody’s guess. Last year we finally got a new one even though the old one was still working. Cooking with the new stove is so wonderful compared to the old one that I’m really pissed at myself for waiting so long.
(sorry for the subject line – hee!)
Well gosh golly, Miss Andi – thanks for the cost/benefit analysis worksheet.
I understand what you’re saying about your 25 year old oven. In my instance, 8-9 years of active duty just doesn’t seem like it’s given enough of itself to me quite yet. ;^)
In reference to your regrets, a similar issue comes to mind with my mother. For years, she suffered from cataracts – too fearful and leery to undergo surgery (which I believe is the same as or similar to Lasik surgery) As a life-long voracious reader, she went from large print books to magnifying glasses to a combination of both. From there, she went to audio. When she finally submitted to the surgery, she felt like she had been granted a new lease on life. (And deeply regretted the many years of reading she had lost in the meantime)
I’ll definitely take your thoughtful suggestions into consideration. For now – I just took a large pan of chicken breasts out of the oven – using the broiler and placing the chicken breasts on a middle rack. And I must admit – I got some damn good results!
Have yourself a fabulous evening – and in line with the yarn diary – allow me to pass a ball to you. You add so much joy to this place on a daily basis and I really appreciate that. (And now, it seems, I really should circle back to the others I missed. My new mission at hand – random acts of yarn throwing – one act at a time as the opportunity presents itself. ;^)
Good day!
(the western theme is weighing on me) for compliments.
And may I return them — the quality of your posts are always greatly appreciated.
Although I may yet come to regret telling the home ec story in public.
IF the oven runs on gas, just make sure who ever does the repairs knows what the hell they’re doing.
Faulty repairs on gas furnaces have killed people, and almost killed some. And I know you’re talking ovens here, but a gas oven can still dangerous if not serviced by the properly trained.
I’ll mess with the electrical and mechanical, but never gas appliances.
As someone who deeply respects the immense potential dangers related to gas lines, I greatly appreciate your warnings, ND.
And with that in mind, imagine, if you will, how quickly I hit the ceiling when I discovered that the oven was originally installed by my husband’s brother. A brother with no experience in that arena whatsoever. A brother who has a history of effing up the most dangerous home improvement projects. A brother who frequently wishes harm on others. A brother who is a certified sociopath.
It would be an understatement to say that I was not pleased. (And to this day I still have no idea why my husband selected his brother to do the work)
Thanks again for sharing your concerns, ND – and have yourself a fabulous evening!
P.S. On a completely different note – I regret that I neglected to throw you the ball of yarn on ejmw’s thread. Thank you for your contributions to this site – I respect your perspectives and I value your input. Good day!
Thanks for your kind words Anomalous. They are much appreciated.
btw, re: gas furnaces; it was carbon monoxide from the gas furnaces that killed people due to the motel’s “handyman” not properly placing some sort of baffle.
Trying to get inspired to get work done…and it’s not working. Need to at least do shopping list, and would like to clear old crap out of refrigerator too.
We have one very cool UPS guy — most of the UPS folks just leave the packages in the pickup room in the office building, then leave a note in the mailbox; this one actually does come to the door to at least try delivery! Got a couple of things today I’ve been waiting for; a crochet book called “Prayer Shawls”, with patterns and tips for making shawls for people as a form of prayer or meditation (looking forward to looking at that later), and the spouse’s work socks (which he was just asking about last night; I found an online source so we no longer have to buy them at Wally World).
I tell you it’s been so long since I stopped in I probably should introduce myself again. I’m trying to coordinate everything for our business move from one end of town to the other at the beginning of January. Who would have thought it would be this hard and take so long just to get everything done.
Trouble started Friday when Quest chopped off our internet a month early. I mean really..sheesh…how in the world can anyone mistake the first of Dec. for the first of Jan. When I originally ordered the switch I asked the guy 3 times if he was sure on the date. Of course he said mame. I should have known better. So all day Friday I sat on hold from one person to the next. Thank goodness I’m a patient woman or heads would have rolled.
The weekend of course was snowy from Friday night til well still today, and another round in the works for tomorrow into Wed. Oh well…what can you do except make fun of the Basset trudging around up to his chest in the snow. Make for some fun pics.
Hey, ColoDem, good to see you again. You’ve come in right at the tail end of this cafe, so why don’t you copy this over to the next cafe so everybody can say howdy.
There’s a dance competition heating up in the new Cafe. . .