Y'ever notice that booze always has really "blokey" names?
Johnny, Jack, Beefeater, Gordon's.. oh wait, then there's Canadian Club. Scratch that idea.
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Y'ever notice that booze always has really "blokey" names?
Johnny, Jack, Beefeater, Gordon's.. oh wait, then there's Canadian Club. Scratch that idea.
Good point, A'. Around here we drink Wayne's Whiskey. You see, Wayne is the bloke who lives next door, and Wayne has a still in his barn. I sh*t you not.
In defense of the manliness of Canadian Club, I seem to remember a little number by Jake and Elwood:
I Don't Know, The Blues Brothers
http://youtu.be/XBUBs4HRcSY
Quote:
I said, Baby
You know when you bend over I see every bit of Christmas
And when you bend back I'm looking right into the New Year
She said, Honey
You know I gave up cigarettes for my new year's resolution
But I didn't give up smoking
I said, Woman
You going to walk a mile for a Camel
Or are you going to make like Mr Chesterfield and satisfy?
She said
That all depends on what your packing
Regular or Kingsize
Then she pulled out my Jim Beam, and to her surprise
It was every bit as hard as my Canadian Club
I said
Now what you got to say - Baaay-bee?
She said
Umm...
I'm pretty sure I'm getting the metaphor.
Or nicknames such as "night train", "mad dog", "thunderbird".Quote:
Originally Posted by The Atheist
Here's a couple more from my bountiful harvest courtesy of my brother in law:
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...ps80b9b813.jpg
The corn and pumpkin were added for autumnal effect.
Say, there's a couple more blokey nicknames; "bitburger" and "rare breed"
Here's a manly drink:
You see that huge growth underneath that cow? You squeeze it and I'll drink what comes out of it.
That right there is a manly drink.
A belated Happy Birthday Gilliatt and I see what you meam about the liquid refreshments.
Never had Wild Turkey Rare Breed with a pumpkin, sweetcorn side dish. Bet your a Southern Boy.
Am hunkered down here now with Knob Creek drinking your health.
Best regards
M.
Ouch, Sancho! Even though this was a while back, may I offer my sincere condolences? And also point out that at least you were living up to your stated whereabouts-running amok, which is, yellow jackets notwithstanding, pretty fabulous.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sancho
Gilliatt, happy belated birthday.
Manachaean, I hope you survive this typhoon also!
And Paul, I hope your family had a fine time gallivanting all around the world and that your all back in you're respective homes and healthy soon!
Sancho,Quote:
Originally Posted by Sancho
It seems you were trying to post a picture, for some reason I'm not seeing it here in Texas.
Boy, sometimes this picture posting business can drive folks to udder frustration.
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Originally Posted by MANICHAEAN
thanks and thanksQuote:
Originally Posted by qimissung
Howdy Gill,
Nah, I was thinking of something udder than posting a picture.
What I was really doing was ripping off a bit by Bill Dance. Yes, I'm guilty of watching fishing shows on TV from time to time. Anyway, in one episode Bill and some dude were sitting in a boat, fishing, and they got to talking about bravery. The other guy said he thought astronauts were brave. Bill said he supposed astronauts were probably sort of brave, but then they had all of those NASA scientists behind them. Bill said he thought true bravery was the first guy to drink cow's milk - See that huge growth underneath that cow...
Anyway, it went something like that.
Thanks Qimi,
Perhaps I should change it to: "running amok and screaming like a girl"
Man-o-man that dancing banana is getting annoying, eh?
Hi chaps.
What happens to the time? I haven't even been away.
My wife returned impressed by the cultural experience that is Florence - and the very nice hotel she stayed in.
Speaking of drinks, she brought me and the lad a bottle of limoncino which is a lemon liqueur. I have a notable sweet tooth so it goes down well. Unfortunately, it's not a very manly name. The lad seems to like it too as the half bottle remainder testifies.
I missed your birthday Gil. A very belated one. I hope you had a fine time.
I remember in the '70s laughing at Pink Floyd's "10 years have got behind you".Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Now, I wonder where the last 20 went.
Time speeding up is nothing Einstein prepared me for.
That reminds me that it has been 10 years since I joined this Forum... I was a young, starry-eyed whippersnapper back then.
I think we should have a thread dedicated to this... I know there are couple of other people who have been on the Forum as long (if not longer).
What should we call it?Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
Litnet Survivor's Thread
The Repository of Aged Wisdom
The Litnet Old Folks Home
: )
And you're still sane.Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
(ish)
I feel like a n00b in your presence!
"-ish" sounds about right.Quote:
Originally Posted by The Atheist
I like the sound of "Old Folks' Home", Paul. Or we could call it LitNet Veterans' Club.
While having this conversation, I also realised that it has been 21 years since I started using the internet and the alias "Scheherazade".
Knock me down with a feather.
Yeah, "The Atheist" goes back about the same length of time, although it started out as "Kiwi Atheist" but everyone in Ummerica thinks "Kiwi" is a fruit, so I went with the definite article instead.
It's funny when my kids, who are much younger than the internet, try to tell me how it works.
How about "internet fossils"?
I like Litnet Veterans and Internet Fossils.
I will perhaps be joining some veterans clubs in future, but am an internet fossil coming online around 1998. I have to confess I didn't get the internet much until a few years later.
I still own a slide rule. It's gonna come in handy when the asteroid hits.
I own one as well, but I'm blowed if I can remember how to use it!
Dig the new avatar, A'. Reminds me of a restroom sign I saw welcoming transgender folks:
http://i971.photobucket.com/albums/a...pse17a0953.jpg
Sounds like a good incentive to me.Quote:
Originally Posted by The Atheist
^yep
Another thing I liked about the slide rule (and missed when I switched to a calculator) was that I could see the number I wanted and its relationship to the numbers around it. There was a natural flow to it, a rhythm even. It gave the world of numbers an interconnectedness that doesn't outwardly exist in a digital world - the 0-1, if-then-else world. (Yes, I also took FORTRAN)
Anyway I suppose it's analogous to a watch with hands versus a digital watch. If I were to look at the hands on a traditional wristwatch and see that it is 7:55am and I have to be at an 8 O-clock meeting, I subconsciously visualize the time I have to get there - it's the space between the big hand and the 12. On the other hand, (haha) if I see "7:55" on a digital watch, I think oh I've got all the time in the world, the meeting's not 'till 8.
Thanks.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sancho
I figure transgender and intersex discrimination is one of the last walls to break down, so I've become a bit more proactive in the area.
There will always be more walls as long as there are people who need them. Kind of like the joke about making something foolproof only resulting in a better fool.Quote:
Originally Posted by The Atheist
Here we are...Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
PS: I love quoting myself :D
I wish it were 4:00 - there's statement that has a different meaning depending on what time zone you think the person is in.
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Originally Posted by Sancho
Quote:
Originally Posted by The Atheist
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...ps50dc8c6d.jpg
I can slide it...and...that's about it.
Right now the next 4:00 for me is AM and hopefully I'll sleep right through it.Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
Back to work today.
I currently teach a class in the City Central Library on a Monday morning which would be great if I was able to chill there after the class. Unfortunately I am having to rush off to support a new tutor, but things will settle down eventually. (They have a cafe and Wi-Fi area which I could spend my dinner break in).
I do have a pass to get through the back security doors and into the Warren of rooms and offices that are off limits to the public. It used to be a nightclub with a balcony, ( up where I teach), and the maze of corridors does remind me of the Overlook Hotel when the doors open to the lifts and the blood rushes out. (The floors have blood red tiles). I quite like having access to areas previously off limits when I was a member of the public.
In Nottingham to see my daughter this weekend. It's a nice city with wide spaces in the centre.
Last night, after visiting her, I popped into Nottinghamshire oldest pub - The Bell Inn established 1437.
Nice pub - wood panelled - and full of the middle aged and older. Perhaps the older population gravitates towards the more traditional pub.
I've passed a Punk Pub nearby which also seems to be filled with middle aged but "alternative" people. I might pop in tonight just to have a look.
Fantastic Paul. I took a tour through the Bell Inn’s website; 12th century cave cellars, Abbot Ale, TTT Porter, Trooper and the William Clarke sure look good, but I have to say that pic of the fish and chips on the newsprint has me drooling, a lot of history there.
Until now, my knowledge of Nottingham was limited to what Roger Miller shared, although Los Lobos take on it isn’t bad either… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIP1-RPzrK8
Thanks Gil. I've just had a look as well. I didn't know about the cave tours. They sound great. And yes- the fish and chips do look superb.
On the Saturday night I went into Punk Rock Pub not far from The Bell. It is a tiny place with loud music inhabited by middle aged men - presumably ex-punks. I wasn't too impressed. I did like like The Blue Bell next door which was also inhabited by middle aged people. I haven't yet felt too old for a pub in Nottingham. There's time yet though.
Now we know the source of the popular demand, as well.. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
^nice, Gill.
Also I never knew Mary was a redhead until right now.
It is a Russian stamp after all, I tell ya, that Da Vinci always ahead of his time.
Speaking of blondes, we need to recognize the passing of Donna Douglas, who passed form this world on January 1st.
Boy, the cement pond ain't gonna be the same.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedi...uglas_1967.JPG
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1A7YxC6tpHI
Well, I for one will certainly tilt a glass of rheumatiz' medicine in her honor.
Here's to you Ellie-May...
I had a skosh too much cheap vodka last night, the left side of my head is just now feeling better.
Cindy Walker helped me get through... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGnRFirmTkc
Something I stumbled on earlier this morning that we blokes are all too familiar with.
Even poor old St. Augustine and his posse, 1,631 years ago, realized the futility of their dreams at the moment someone mentioned the wives.
From Augustine's Confessions, he and some friends were considering forming a commune away from the throng of humanity.
The year; about 384...
"...We agreed that two officers should be chosen every year to handle the details of our life together, leaving the rest undisturbed. But the we began to wonder whether our wives would agree, for some of us already had wives and I meant to have one. So the whole plan, which we had built up so neatly, fell to pieces in our hands and was simply dropped. We returned to old sighing and groaning and treading of this worlds broad and beaten ways..."
A late Mothers Day gift, from the 4th movement of my Sub Urbane Symphony (see the really bad poems thread)
Happy Mothers Day...
Fourth Movement -A Mother’s Day Suite
Rondo Affectionado
Originally presented on Mother’s Day
Please listen as you read:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmOClcEk124
(Saint-Saëns Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso)
What cacophony hies from yer room Bert?
Turn doon that deavin rock man…enough!
Whutsa ma, you want to hear Rachmaninoff?
Nae boy, I’d rather not hear any ting atoll.
Unless it’s the pipes boy…
Aye, I’ll take the pipes ‘o Pan on the ides of May.
Play them now on yer dear ‘ol mum’s special day.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rjbrqcQ5Sw
An who’s this slit skirt lass as got yer kilt in a flutter?
When ‘ul you get uh rondo intruducin yer mudder?
Her name is Camille, she’s from Saint Saëns;
a capricious bird, with a bow on her sconce.
She took the low road from the south of France.
If she’d taken the high road, she’d nae dusted ‘er pants.
You could uh ridden Debussy lassie for nary a pence,
it stops at firth and forth, right next to our fence.
Ach naw! it’s tha painter of moats token on a missile,
look’n like a clatty wraith wi uh dose ‘o jump’n fits.
Higher ‘an Abbey Craig from smok’n too much thistle,
your faether would say he’s got a bit ‘o the “Heifetz”…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeApec5uZMU