Ice fishing?
That's 25 degrees above zero, not -25.
:lol:
Garden sheds are what keeps men sane.
Actually, yours is the 2000th post. Mine is just the 2000th reply which is as it should be.
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Ice fishing?
That's 25 degrees above zero, not -25.
:lol:
Garden sheds are what keeps men sane.
Actually, yours is the 2000th post. Mine is just the 2000th reply which is as it should be.
You are using Daniel Gabriel Fahrenheit's temperature scale, Sounds, while the rest of the world are followers of Anders Celsius.
I don't know exactly how to convert one to the other, but we were taught to recite this little ditty when we changed over :-
Winter, Spring and Summer sun.
Five , Fifteen and Twenty one.
When flying I will have to raise my kilt and explain, to paraphrase Oscar Wilde, I have nothing to declare but my censored.
Yes, and give away the world's best kept secret.
I'm sorry for offending Helmet. Better not mention the attempted sky r...I mean pigeon shoots that were proposed here in the Republic a few years back.
You think 25 is hot?... phaa... it was 30 deg here on Christmas eve and it snowed no less. You ought to the the glaciers we get when the mercury hits 105 in August!!
Thank you, I feel better now :banana::banana: Oh yes, you're right about the money thing. When I visited England, I just handed everyone a large bill and hoped for the best...Oddly enough, like in Florida, I got change from everyone except the cab drivers:lol:
You poor man, hasn't anyone told you yet...you're dead...still flying somewhere between Peru and Texas (Half way to Hell):eek:
some benchmarks 0C=32F, 100C=212F, (freezing/boiling), -39C=-39F
Hence, 32F and 0C is the temp at which Hell (somewhere in Michigan) freezes over and the bats (skyrats?) out of hell are no longer edible without thorough cooking, and retire to Death Valley CA/NV where they're not mistaken for the more edible winged creatures, which shall remain anonymous in this sensitive and politcally correct forum. Elsewhere across the southern states, let's say between Gila Bend AZ and Nacogdoches TX, 100F is when the locals admit that it's warm, and in deference to keeping young'uns with big feet alive, turn on the swamp cooler (not to be confused with true air conditioning mind you). 0F (where I once wore my hat) is when you decide to close the door on your ice-fishing shed since the slight light being allowed in is causing a distracting glare on the TV, which makes it difficult to determine which curling team is winning, and since you do wish to retain enough heat to prevent the supply of barley-pop in the fridge from turning from glorious liquid to inglorious solid. 98.6F=living human body temp? It's not time to introduce Kelvin is it?
-45F with -90F wind chill was actually the coldest that ever touched my face. I don't miss it.
I suppose Mr Fahrenhiet couldn't envisage ever needing to measure more than 32 degrees of frost. In the same way, Admiral Beaufort thought it was pointless to go beyond hurricane force 12 with his scale, why bother measuring beyond certain death?
Well, gentlemen and ladies, I guess I'm in trouble if they ever take away my dual farenheit/celcius themometer...I judge life by movement; My freezer by firm ice cream and my fridge by crisp celery. A cold day is when my car has frost on the windows and my a/c starts crackling; a hot day is when my hibiscuses droop...
Lurking in the depths of the sludge pool I call memory is the factoid that Herr Fahrenheit based his temperature scale on the freezing and boiling points of deer's blood.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR Sirs! :D
It was a pleasure to meet you all here in LitNet! Thank you! :D Cheers!
Love lots,
Princess
The man was obviously a genius!
And a happy new year to you, Dear Lady.
Happy New Year to all the Blokes and Blokesses.
My family is about to get the prairie schooner headed to east Texas to celebrate Christmas for the Gurgle side of the family, which typically consists of target shooting, feral hog hunting (if one happens to get in the way), and a bonfire with fireworks.
This year's bonfire might just include an inquisition trial of the Mozartgeist followed by a auto de fe.
Oh, and I will check with my sister to get an update on the Magnus Pedi activity in the region.
Happy trails to you until we meet again.
Gilliatt
That is a far more attractive themometer; but I find that the young women in this area bare midriffs, wear sandals and sweaters at all times of the year...So I would have to look for prickling skin and perky attitudes:cold:
What an interesting concept...I wonder why deers blood? I guess his mother-in-law wasn't around:lol:
And the same to you, Miss Princess:banana::banana::angel:
Sounds like a mans man holiday :nod:
Concering the gazebos - aren't you afraid of them attacking you?
(nerdy inside joke, just move along)
The wife has not spoken to me since Xmas day. I don't understand it, I gave her a state of the art set of teflon non stick pots and pans and the latest multi-purpose dyson hoover. :(
I guess we better not suggest she use Prendrelemick’s “Shake and Vac” powder with that Dyssen . huh?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8CTscW3dpI
We made it back from Spain and I might add that the inquisition went quite well. They allowed photographs. The Mozartgeist didn’t have a chance. The inquisitor’s each held a “roman candle” and at the command of the grand inquisitor, a reign of fire balls (aided with a dousing of diesel fuel) completed the auto de fe.
Before
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...1/IMG_1361.jpg
No turning back now. (Note the fire ball coming in on the left side of the photo)
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...1/IMG_1365.jpg
The end of Mozartgeist!
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...1/IMG_1366.jpg
As is customary, following a burning at the stake, the next day is filled with the sound of gunfire. No feral hogs, but we managed to take down a few feral tin cans, a dozen “ten point” beer cans and a few paper targets.
I know this is obnoxiously picky, but considering the brewing process which goes into beer, this thread should technically be named Cold Lager, or otherwise be Warm Ale.
I just felt compelled to point that miniscule, unimportant detail out : )
I have to disagree Molpadia (although not about you being picky.) Although Ale is brewed warm, it is its condition when drunk that counts.
we're going back to temperature scales here, Parker measures his Ale by the number of swallows you can take before the pain across the forehead becomes unbareable. Any more than three is unacceptable.
I almost feel as though I've been reading Minnesota/Iowa/Wisconsin or Texas/Oklahoma jokes. I've never been to Oz in an awakened state, or sober for that matter. I am reminded of the fact that one day I will be able to afford to travel to the annual Burning Man Festival on the playa of the Black Rock desert near Gerlach,NV. I may also be tempted to go there for the next attempt at the land speed record.
You make a solid point. I suppose that this thread was referring to drinking, not brewing : )
I do, however, prefer my dark brews warm.
EDIT: Speaking of which; I know that I'm a wee bit late in the game and that this has more than likely been discussed to death, but what do you lot like to drink? Which brew is your poison?
Atheist did you watch the cricket? A certain team in South Africa are not playing with a straight bat. Some might say that gouging the ball with your fingernails and tramping it into the ground with spiky shoes is a mite questionable. Not Me ! We have long experience of the English sense of fair play. Clearly the match is being played under umpire, sorry I mean empire rules. Come on you greens. :)
Has there been a nuclear war which killed everybody from the cold ale thread ? Or has Jocky done something terribly wrong, again ? Send your answers on a postcard, addressed to Sweeney Among The Nightingales. :)
Relax Jocky, I am back from a business trip. On the way home I passed by that coffee shop at the corner of Kentucky and Bourbon. The door swung open and I couldn't help but overhear some of the chattering going on in there. Would you believe they're back to talking about vacuumes again! I bet those gals would appreciate that Dyson.
Welcome Molpadia,
Other than water, I thoroughly enjoy Wild Turkey 101, Spaten Optimator, Lone Star, Guinness Stout.
How can I relax Gilliat ? When certain Texans, who shall remain nameless, are travelling the globe selling deadly Lightening fighters to an unsuspecting public. This is not being personal, but how can you trust someone who is a Spike Jones fan, knows the shake and vac advert and has shaken hands with bigfoot? Something has got to give! You are working too hard Gilly. You dont want to end up like Willy Lomond. I bet you could sell sand to the Arabs. :)