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Self-serve food and drinks.
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Carousing and tumultuous merriment encouraged.
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Please recommend (and unrecommend the Cafe/Lounge from earlier)
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May the 4’s be with you
Froggy Bottom CLOSED TO GET COFFEE
The froggies are talkative tonight!
Oh boy oh boy oh boy —
Nobody guarding the bar!
aha!
caught in the act!
Oh, I am so busted.
How are you, maryb?
Actually right now I’m a little bit pissed off. But that’s not your fault.
How are you?
I plead the 5th, (again)
heh
It’s not your fault either.
but here I am again…y’all are still up?
We usually are. What’s up with you? Insomnia?
I guess…and it’s not usually a problem for me, either. Now I’m tempted to pull out my work project (almost guaranteed to make me fall asleep).
argh.
I was getting ready to go to bed but I’m wide awake now, so hang out if you want to. We can tell you long boring stories and you’ll eventually run screaming from the cafe to the safety of bed 🙂
That might work better if I weren’t lying here wide awake in bed already.
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived, and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met here on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of it as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But in a larger sense we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled, here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here, but can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they have, thus far, so nobly carried on. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation shall have a new birth of freedom; and that this government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
We could pretend it was a filibuster and I could read the phone book to her. That should be really boring.
Actually, I have a few study reprots on the pharmacokinetics of that drug for PE that would do the trick quite nicely.
Maybe you could read those out loud to us. It would put all of us (including you) to sleep.
…and then Manny showed up with some great photos in the last cafe (part II). I’m going to bed now though. 🙂
What’s wrong maryb?
that’s good to hear…
On a serious note, kidding around in person is tricky sometimes, and via email and blogs the ice can even be thinner… so to speak,
so don’t hesitate to “spank” when necessary!
Don’t I always tell you when I’m unhappy with you 🙂
and then there’s the receiving end of it, and on the receiving end of it… and ya never know when my receiving “dish” might be out of alignment…
Ummm…
Should I
I’m pretty good, though I’m increasingly in a panic about my 7 – 9 year old Little Leaguers. You see, baseball has these arcane rules that reward the abilities
These abilities are in short supply among my Little League Red Sox. As you can see, these worries have caused excessive production of a hitherto unknown brain chemical, which causes compulsive list-making.
Incidentally, maryb, does the separatist Khoury League organization still run youth baseball in St. Louis, or has Little League (TM) managed to take over?
wow, do you want to make my grocery list for me? I’m not sure if the Khoury League is still around or not. But I can ask tomorrow for you and find out for sure. There are all kinds of “select” leagues now too. It’s all very confusing (especially for those of us who don’t have kids and hear adults talk about “our” team and where “we” play).
Thanks, maryb, I’m suddenly miraculously cured of my pathological list-making!
What you don’t realize is that youth baseball is at least as confusing to the adults involved, especially if our own kids are playing. There are non-standard rules at just about every level of play. Imagine my relief, for instance, at learning that there’s no infield fly rule in the pitching machine division. I assume there are two reasons for this. First, there’s no reason to expect that an eight-year-old infielder is likely to catch any given pop-up. Second, who wants to try to explain all the tactical implications of the infield fly rule to a seven-year-old?
That said, I’m sure that you’re all well aware of the extensive legal literature (pdf warning) on the infield fly rule. What’s less well understood is that the runner-on-first-fewer-than-two-outs exception to the dropped third strike rule proceeds from the same logic. Before the adoption of the exception, the most common double play was on a strikeout with the bases loaded. The catcher would simply drop the ball, pick it up, step on the plate, and tag the batter. Double play.
Needless to say, there’s no dropped third strike rule in pitching machine, either. If there were, striking out would be the most reliable way to reach base. As an adult, I have had the experience of striking out and reaching base, and I must say it’s bizarre. Get a hit, and you can stand proudly on first base, feeling as though you belong there. Reach on a strikeout, and you feel like a party crasher.
Too bad that pathological rambling seems to have replaced list-making…
too much coffee?
… or the elusive Ambien comment? You decide.
No, not sure what it is. But if I’ve helped CG get to sleep, it’s been worth it.
It might work, if I can avoid watching the fireworks that are about to go off outside the cafe…
My comments aren’t meant for him and I don’t intend to get into a fight with him. HE’s not worth it.
You will however have to find a new Saturday host if Steven decides to promote THIS to the front page.
I truly hope that doesn’t happen.
me too
I’m going to bed. I hope you can get back to sleep 🙂
Good night everyone else.
G’night!
Goodnight, Mary, I hope you sleep well.
seems like you’ve outlasted the best of the nightowls tonight.
Do we win a prize?
Maybe I should leave the city for the country now, and come back say… when?
(I’m not really in the mood for a whole ‘nother round of inflammatory implosion-oriented rhetoric.)
It’s okay, gr. I understand. I get the same way about genealogy. Give me any opening and I’ll start explaining how that 2nd cousin once removed thing works.
about the rules of baseball isn’t so bad…I’m getting sleepy now.
and I mean that in a good way. 🙂
If it would help, I know a bunch of good baseball rule problems (you know, the kind where something strange happens and you have to know how the umpire should rule). Put you right out.
ooh,ooh, I bet I can guess…
I suspect my reaction is going to be nothing compared to the reaction of the person he is provoking with this. Since that person took off after him for the previous one that I thought only walked up to the line of being offensive but didn’t quite cross it.
{{{{{{{maryb}}}}}}}
thanks Olivia 🙂
But I’m Ok.
(((((maryb))))
ok enough hugs
thanks CG
didn’t mean to get all touchy-feely there…
Damn those bastards! Is that better? 🙂
MUCH better 🙂
have a great night everyone!
I can’t wait for Bud Blogging. Be careful tomorrow Manny.
all posted on the rallies. Adios amigos!
I thought there was getting to be a little lull. Sneaking off like that without telling a guy… naughty, naughty, but at least I’m getting a little better at detection and arrive here in the single digits, rather than multiple tens… ha.
Are you guys still up? I just got done watching ER.
It’s all CG’s fault! We have to keep her company.
Should I sing lullabies? Soothing the savage breast and all that?
Don’t you make fun of my breasts…
I would never! Unless you’re wearing a leather hands bra…
oh LOL
that is SO funny!
I get funnier as the Ambien starts kicking in…
Is that what those (that?) were (was?) made out of?
But I thought that was you in that picture.
Hey, maybe she’s blogging on Ambien?
LOL
and she won’t remember ANYTHING about this tomorrow.
Actually we could make up things that she did …
Yeah, we could, but I really wish she’d make us a midnight snack.
Now I’m ready to break out the chips and salsa. And guacamole.
As long as you’re up, and given the new picture on the front page, are you (or anyone) ever going to explain the deal with the pandas?
I just wanted to make sure our new front pager felt right at home, doncha know? 🙂
He lives with pandas?
Better blogging in my sleep than emptying the fridge, I guess! Hey where’d these crumbs come from?
If you can blog in your sleep you could also write other things. I wonder if anyone on Ambien wrote the great american novel in their sleep.
I tried to hang w/ maryb tonight, but she’s tough lol!!! See you all in ::gulp:: a few hours :/
🙂
g’night Olivia!
(see how my threatening to sing just clears the place?)
G’night! Sweet dreams.
Okay where is the morning coffee cart!!!! LOL
I think I see it over there…