Monday Night Lounge
Second Nature is kinda hosting!
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May the 4’s be with you
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I was hoping my good friend and ace bartender, George, would be along but I think he met a cute little shih tzu and they’re sunning themselves in the Bahamas. Well, just one Bahama.
SN, you’ll do fine and we’ll keep you company til you close. I’ll man the dishwaher – keep the glasses rolling.
2 rounds for the first 10 to walk in on my tab.
The white stuff is falling up here in the moountains of northern VT signalling a new winter. We’re ready.
Wow, snow. We just had our first chilly weekend, and the leaves are still turning.
we already had 3 – 4″, but nothing like Buffalo area. Some unluckies went over the shoulders had to be pulled.
My sis in Cleveland said it snowed really heavily for a ocuple of hours this afternoon but it didn’t stick.
the Good Bahama. The others are so touristy.
Good Tuesday morning to all of you on this side of the International Date Line, and a good Monday afternoon/eve to the rest of you lagger laggers (apparently the kookaburras thought that was funny, as they just let off a raucus chorus of laughter).
One OJ and hold everything else.
It would be hard not to take all that laughter seriously, especially if you’re walking around naked and hear it.
Were you peaking?
Actually, Kookaburras have an amazing knack of laughing at the exact moment you’ve done something stupid, like hitting your thumb with a hammer, or tripping and falling while walking in the bush.
They seem to think Luna is hilarious.
I was getting a tad paranoid seeing as a helicopter has been hovering almost directly over my house for the past hour. Turns out a tractor trailer ran over a pickup truck about a half mile from here.
Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you 🙂
Sucessful paranoia is achieved though hard work. The “accident” was staged so that the NSA helicopter had a reason to be in the area. You are being monitored from the heicopter. I’ve shipped special instructions to make a version of my newly designed tin-foil hat to protect yourself. Check your email now. I’ve encoded the instructions in a Viagra come on from Par A. Noia.
The accident was staged because J. Edgar Hoover sent mail via a flounder to judge crater that the shy bitch goddess of the left was running rampant in the
Triangle, threatening
national insecurity.
Back in my BBS days we had a program that you could run called “fnord” that would generate a random conspiracy-theory style message. Something like “Obiwan Kenobi must take the embossed jellybean from Kathmandu and give it to Ebenezer Scrooge to get the iguana. fnord”
This thread sounds like it was generated by that program.
but I’d hate to think I was computer program.
Jedgar and Judge Crater, nice touch. Toss in the family member. Connect the conspiracies and make them your own. You’re on your way to Successful Paranoia!
By the way, for a long time I thought your name was “and-if”. All those logic classes came back to me. I’m sure “and-if” could be woven in a persuasive paranoid fantasy.
to ‘if and only if’.
(but did you get the ‘flounder’ reference?)
“iff” for short (nothing personal)
Sleeping with the fishes? I’m think I need help.
you haven’t watched enough rocky and bullwinkle.
It isn’t possible to watch enough Rocky and Bullwinkle.
so you’re the flounder that sent the fan mail!!!
My screen name on several web sites I have accounts on is BorisBadenov.
Flounder… message in bottle… word from our sponsor. I’m little slow, but I got it.
You’ll no doubt find it hard to believe that I’ve been bugging him to get his learner’s permit but he seems in no hurry to get it. Our insurance guy is probably salivating over the thought of two teenage boys on the policy.
Oh I’m not surprised — I know you can always use one more thing to worry about. 😉
Cool. I’ll take a bucket of whatever Family Man hasn’t drunk yet.
What do you mean he isn’t here? You better tell the pink elephant and the bright green glow-in-the-dark snakes that were just here looking for him.
I think FM is AWOL. Must be cooking up one helluva mess ‘o vittles for the relatives.
Oh yeah, like I believe that story. He probably just heard the snakes were looking for him.
What the hell is this?
Actual size = bigger than a tennis ball, smaller than a softball.
I was going to say “a tennis ball,” but I changed my mind to say “a jawbreaker hosting the world’s largest collection of mold.”
Perhaps if you put some other object in the picture to give us a reference to compare it to.
Looks like a Texas Horse Apple or one of those Viruses (virii?) from a cold remedy ad.
They were all over the ground under a weird tree and half of them were squished by cars. They’re enormous.
Sounds like a Horse Apple to me. Very hard. Don’t let your kids throw them at each other. It always sounds like fun until someone gets hurt. Trust me on this one.
We used to have trees that had seed pods that looked something like that when I was a kid in eastern Washington, but I don’t remember them being that size. Can’t remember what tree they were from, though. I want to say “sycamore” but I haven’t thought about them in 30 years or more, so I’m probably remembering wrong.
It’s a ball. Keep your eye on it.
Thank you, but I like my eye in its socket, right where it is.
Are recharging you eye?
Are YOU recharging YOUR eye?
Q: What’s Sandy Duncan’s favorite love song?
A: “I Only Have Eye For You”
And I thought I left the third graders behind at school.
You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever.
Sometime I should find you a song by Heywood Banks called “The One I Love.” Or maybe it’s “The One Eye Love.” It’s hard to tell from listening to it.
Wasn’t that performed by the Circe and Sirens on Cyclops Records and written by Oral P. Homer?
THE PODS ARE BREEDING!
This is the fruit from a Bois D’arc tree, sometimes called an Osage Orange (found where the Osage Indians used to live, in the central midwest). A nice tree, fruit rather large, not messy, really. The wood is extremely hard.
Do people actually eat this fruit? Otherwise, why would they purposely plant this tree and have to pick up those nasty balls. Tee hee.
They were not originally planted by humans! One of nature’s own. The wood was useful.
And of course, Martha Stewart (and other decorative types), places a bunch of them in an attractive basket as a table centerpiece. You can even buy fake Osage Oranges in some places.
but, oddly enough, if you place her in a basket she also makes a wonderful centerpiece.
I like to put her in a basket, with a hedge apple in her mouth. So festive.
Martha says: Hedge Apples not only are decorative, but pureed, they are excellent for removing doggy urine stains.
DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.
They are like gingkos, too. Some trees are male (obviously, without the big fruit) others female. The early settlers and others, used them to get rid of roaches and spiders. I had forgotten that, my great-aunts used to keep some in their house for that purpose.
Given that our loathsome neighbor planted grapevines against our garage, and we have therefore an influx of spiders in our yard, I’m going to get some of the fruit.l
Also, the roots, which are kind of orangey, were used as a dye for wool.
Between the dye and the insect/icky thing repellent, I think that would be a great reason to plant a B’ois D’Arc tree. Lots of them did get planted in Texas, no doubt because of the huge roaches there.
and I’ll say it again. You are an amazing researcher. You keep life interesting.
Hey, our roaches are second to none.
No male likes to be told he doesn’t have big fruit.
I think you botanically correct. I was using the street name.
Apparently “Horse Apples” is a polite name for horse droppings which is polite name for George Bush. Once again I reveal ny city boy roots. I hope I never suggested to anyone they use Horse Apples as a centerpiece.
You’re correct though, one of their ‘street names’ is horse apple. Or cow pie.
Googling reveals that in Texas the chartreuse mutant fruits are called “Horse Apples.” That’s where I discovered them, so it all fits together.
I agree. One stretch of the roads I regularly ride on has some planted along it. You don’t want to hit one of those with a skinny bike tire.
They are also slippery when smushed.
Whole or smushed they are best avoided on a skinny wheeled bike. That applies to anything chipmunk size or larger.
where I grew up…not recommended for internal consumption…
Here’s a link
Also today I came upon the scene of this tragic…accident? Homocide? I’m not sure.
Looks like a rendevous gone bad. Check for any Republican House members in the area.
Their spoor is unmistakeable ——> $.
I thought I tied the weight to him tight enough that he’d never rise again.
Oh, wait. That’s not … nevermind.
Aha! I had the culprit narrowed down to either you or Midge; that poor less-endowed little sister of the buxom Barbie.
I thought Skipper was Barbies twerpy little sister?
Damn. I was trying to hide the fact that I don’t know squat about dolls.
I only know it because some well meaning aunt gave me a skipper doll when I was a child. I never had any other barbie stuff so I wasn’t sure what to do with skipper. I think I buried her.
Ripped from the blogs. A mangled body pulled from a stream in North Carolina leads the investigators to a mysterious, never photographed, Midwest atty.
The case was broken when the police received an anonymous tip. It isn’t known who the anonymous tipster was, but the suspect had been dwelling in the area of a frog pond known for it’s attorney hating members. The suspect, speaking through a spokesperson, said “But I never even represented Walmart …”
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
The suspect alleges that the whole thing was a frame job. But the truth will probably never be known.
I see a new Law and Order spinoff on the horizon.
The truth will be revealed when the atty’s blog comments from the past five years are analyzed and reveal linguistic patterns identical to those in a love letter found stapled to the victims chest.
The love letter was stapled there by the pond dweller who committed the actual murder and framed the attorney. The actual perp was enraged because the victim refused to accept personal responsiblity for the re-broadcast of Saved by the Bell in every nation on earth.
Here the plot thickens and diverges (Is that physical possible?).
A random search of the Fraud database reveals that the identifying lingo-anal (CSI-speak for “linguistic analysis”) used to write the love letter is identical to the language used in a internet scam involving selling phony law degrees from midwest law schools. This lead was turned over to “Law and Order: Fly-over Zone” (Fridays, 9:45 pm, MSNBC).
Having linked the victim to the “Saved by the Bell” horror, the investigators collected all their notes and submitted them to the Lawrence Livermore Laboratory where they where cryogenically sealed. This case will not be re-opened until the pilot of “Cold Case – Alsolute Zero,” starring Victor Kelvin and rapper, MyNus -273.15 °C.
The case she is solved. I must fill out report card bubble sheets. No more fun for me.
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I’m going for the delivery guy in the basement who has yet to pick a single pair of socks and put them in the dirty clothes.
*who would mary kill
I let him out long ago. Yeah. That’s my story … and I’m stickin to it.
Better scuff up that newly constructed wall in the basement.
Can my ducks play with your ducks?
that is a really nifty picture.
I missed kudos on my duck pix? They almost killed me when they found out I didn’t have any bread.
I see another CSI episode here. “Done by Ducks.” or “Fowl Weather Friends.”
What a way to die – pecked by ducks. It doesn’t hurt but it gets the job done.
I can empathize — one time I ran out of dog biscuits and barely made it out of the house alive to go to the grocery.
“Dogs: Man’s Best Fiend” or “When Hungry Dogs Go Bad.”
when bad dogs go hungry
That’s cool! It’s a work of art.
I was just catching up on important blog news of the day and now I’m really bummed. I knew I should have taken the gig at TPM café instead of sticking with this gin joint. Not only does it have a nicer décor and a separate entrance (and they say Josh Marshall pays the help) but now Playboy Magazine has named it one of the top ten political blogs.
I can’t imagine why Playboy didn’t like the Froggy Bottom Cafe. We have orgies. You’d think that would appeal to them.
I’ve heard that even Hugh Hefner is bored with sex.
But he’s excited by Stirling Newberry?
He’s 80 years old…bet he’s bored w/ a lot of things…or should that be board…or boor-ed
Besides his daughter runs Playboy now.
so did the playboy review of the site say that they never read the articles, they only look at the pictures.
I didn’t read the article — you think I read Playboy? 🙂
I saw the list on another blog.
The editors clearly don’t understand what a blog cafe is supposed to be like.
I got it. I just couldn’t think of a good joke about Stirling Newberry’s picture. 🙂
And it was a long day.
What city are you in?
Chicago, yet again. But downtown this time instead of Buffalo Grove which makes this not-exactly-my-favorite-site a bit more bearable.
Did you get to go out for creamed spinach? I’m guessing the weather isn’t as good as it was for our weekend?
I doubt I get there — I was too tired by the time I dragged my ass into the hotel tonight and I’ll probably be way too grumpy and even more tired tomorrow.
So what do you think kenny rogers had on his hand?
pine tar
But MLB hates controversy and would always rather cover up rule infringement.
It was stupid of him — he could have been ejected. And he proved he could pitch fine without it.
It’s too bad that you won’t get any spinach. Wonder if they do carry outs — you could pick it up on the way to your hotel room.
but I’m up at 600 n state.
there’s a wild harvest grocery across the street which is what i’ll probably do for dinner.
i see my capitalization has gone — a sure sign of the impending apocolypse or else just that i’m really tired. i think i’ll go for tired. night.
here
or not 🙂
I’m going to open the 24/7 cafe. I’ll Be back.