ft trolly cooler than…forgot what that was even about. Point one, to you.
Thanks Hammer for reminding me that our band fucking Hammered the shit out of our set last night, I think we just might have scared the shit out of our younger selves were they scheduled to follow us 23 years ago* “jesus, those old dudes can fucking rock and were tighter than bark on a tree, how are we gonna top that?” is a sentiment that would have passed through every one of our younger heads.
After our set, I got to jam with a couple of local music legends including a former Grammy nominee for best guitar performance who was also the roomie that knocked on my door one December night asking if I would be interested in becoming part of his rhythm section a month after picking up the Bass, who informed me, after I said “Hell yeah!” that we had a gig in three weeks. It has been 12 years since I have played in front of a real crowd live, with rehearsed material. I failed to check if we got a recording out of the show but if so, I will upload that shit and post a link.
Now, I am a lover of baseball (PlayersToBeHatedLater™ should be a clue) and fellow lovers of the game will appreciate the following analogy: It might have been like watching a game in Pittsburgh in the late sixties and the visitors started every inning with a triple, the following batsman flies out to right, Clemente’s frozen rope outfield assist makes for a double play, fly out, inning over. Nine times in a row. a Clemente homer in in the fifth is the only run scored in a game that can only be described oddly as a ‘pitchers duel’.
That is about how hard we rocked last night, and generally as a
musician I will be the first to account for the 27 mistakes made during any performance and there were at least 27 on my part last night, I just do a more creative job covering them now.
*in a town and time with an amazing amount of original musical talent there came a point when no one wanted to follow us on stage and being in the main, nice guys, of the type you might want to bring home to mom, we would often play the last set. On our last performance 22 years ago (lead singer moving) we decided that we would play second. The band that followed probably had their best performance (they did rock and eventually caught up with a label), during their performance their Bass player broke a string on his primary rig and noticing the fact I turned Roadie, asked where to find his strings and if he wouldn’t mind If I took care of the problem. Armed with information and without a tuner, I returned his Primary to his stand midway through a four minute tune. The look of the surprise on his face when he picked it up and realized that it was in fact, in tune, accompanied with a thumbs up, was priceless.
Which is just an example of which the many ways I roll. Will clear out the forest accompanying below…
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That’s all nice and all…………….but I’m FIRST!!
In my experience in the world of rock & roll, most onstage mistakes can be covered up by keeping a pokerface and refusing to acknowledge anything’s wrong. It’s a “he who smelt it, dealt it” thing.
You’re still not getting invited into the hot tub, Dennis. Nice try, though.
UNE, gotta have the tape! Um… BITS! Whatever!
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most onstage mistakes can be covered up by keeping a pokerface and refusing to acknowledge anything’s wrong.
Better still………when you fuck up (I almost said “if”), turn around and give the big fuckeye to the drummer.
Works like a charm (although he may kill you later).
Wow, in the 80s Billy Crystal hosted SNL, and he wore tight black leather pants with a blue plaid shirt tucked into them.
Thanks, NetFlix.
Works like a charm (although he may kill you later).
Not if you are playing with the likes of a Krupa, Moon, Baker or Bonham.
And while rhetorical hyperbole is my stock in trade one does not fuck with a drummer of that caliber, a person who listens well enough to make subtle adjustments to accommodate my micro-tonic errors. And yes, I get to play with that type of guy and not only is he not crazy, dude is funny as hell and humble to boot.
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Glad to hear of a fellow musician having a good time with an appreciative audience.
I’m somehow reminded of somebody else also plays an instrument, albeit by themselves, and it’s always out of tune…………
Having no musical talent whatsoever there’s little I can add to this conservation.
Having no musical talent whatsoever
Have you considered the drums?
Or becoming a rap artist, like Eminem?
If you think you can suggest that you have someone of that caliber in your back pocket without providing more details you are sorely mistaken. Details or we release the Kraken.
Ann Althouse is not joking when she posits that Trayvon called Zimmerman not a “wierd-ass cracker,” but a “wierd ass-cracker,” which is to say, a pederast in need of a beat-down. “If he saw Zimmerman as a sexual predator, he might think confrontation was a good idea,” so he decided to “go after Zimmerman.”
Althouse is among those who find it hard to swallow that Trayvon saw the hispanic Zimmerman as white, a “cracker.” Her whole post is breathtakingly stupid. My only point of agreement is that Trayvon may well have suspected that a sex-creep was tailing him — the reality of Zimmerman being less likely. But to suggest that the kid went after Zimmerman to administer a homophobic beating is like pissing on his grave.
Yesterday, I got out on the river with some friends. They have a house on the Baraboo river and a few spare kayaks, so my wife and I and 3 friends spent two or three hours splashing around, and looking at the wildlife. We saw ducks and geese, a few herons, a bald eagle and an elephant. I’m not kidding about the elephant, the river runs past the circus world museum in Baraboo, and their elephant was outside the tent in a corral, relaxing in the shade.
If there’s a better way to enjoy a sunny June day in Wisconsin, I don’t know what it is.
Ann Althouse is so thick she makes boards look like veneer.
God bless this broken string
It changes everything
THIS pisses me right the fuck off.
“I’m somehow reminded of somebody else also plays an instrument, albeit by themselves, and it’s always out of tune…………”
I have to wake up to this kind of disparagement? As you know goddam well, Hammond organs do not go out of tune. That’s just the way I play.
“Having no musical talent whatsoever there’s little I can add to this conservation.”
An unacceptable attitude, Major. There are very few people (and really most of those suffer from physical diabilities which would disqualify one from flying) who have no musical talent. Most people have a moderate level of musical talent, which can be improved by instruction and practice.
So what the hell are you waiting for? Check your local Craigslist for organs and Leslie’s, get one, and schedule lessons. Do it today.
Many of the new “clonewheel” organs will fit nicely in a cockpit, too, providing relaxation and edification on long flights. Learn “Nearer, My God, To Thee” and have it ready. You never know.
Wait, fucks at Faux actually trashed Mr. Rogers? Do they know he was a minister?
God, I dislike rock music! Why in the hell can’t we just let it die? At this point it is simply an animated corpse of a music.
And most of the lyrics are, to my mind, offensive in many ways, besides being a string of cliches and non-secreters. It’s treatment of male and female streotypes and, oh yeah ‘consent’ is abominable, and should be rejected by every liberaced person.
And it’s too goddam loud. For no good reason except economics.
So,…have they gotten off your lawn?
For instance, that awful song, Flower Girl, or whatever? C’mon, try and tell me that song isn’t a celebration of sexual predation on the disabled?. “I loved the flower girl, I didn’t know just why, she simply caught my eye” “She crept into my mind?” I don’t think is was poor Eliza Doolittle who was doing the “creepin’ Yeah, okay, and at which point was consent negotiated? And please, who took who by the hand and “made love in my Chevy van, and that’s all right with me”, but nobody ever tells us if it was alright with her! Let us draw the chemise of decency over the entire oevre before we get to the phalanx of “back door men” who people that rock wasteland!
Now compare that with a song by, for instance Cole Porter; “It’s Allright With Me” Consent is plainly and universally given, no ambiguity in a transaction of such importance for Porter:
“It’s the wrong time and the wrong place
Though your face is charming it’s the wrong face
It’s not his face but such a charming face
That it’s all right with me”
Now, that’s music!
If there’s a better way to enjoy a sunny June day in Wisconsin, I don’t know what it is.
sounds quite delightful…after a fraught and stressful week, hubbkf, the daughter and i went camping…at the rodeo…i’ve never been to a real live one before, nor have i ever camped in a cow pasture…but despite the wind (south dakot blows!) i have not had such fun in a long time…
Having no musical talent whatsoever there’s little I can add to this conservation.
There’s always singing in a country band… just write lots of stuff about flags and pickups and you’ll be a millionaire. Don’t forget to talk shit about everyone who isn’t a dumbfuck redneck. That’s a critical component.
There’s always singing in a country band
There’s always Auto-Tune.
at the rodeo
I’m convinced the sport of rodeo was invented around the campfire one night after the second or third bottle of rotgut whiskey.
“Hey slim! I’ll bet you a week’s pay you can’t ride Widowmaker over there!”
‘zula you’ll have to trust me. There are plenty of supremely talented musicians that many of us will never hear of or ever have the pleasure of hearing. Plus the dude has kids and just celebrated his 20th wedding anniversary.
Kong, talk about anything, consider this an open thread as it was inspired mostly by an attempt to show trolly troll what a semblance of a life looks like, as well as provide a clean spot for everyone to play.
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THIS pisses me right the fuck off.
i don’t know why it should…it’s been proven time and again that all children are only truly special when they are entombed in the womb…
I’m convinced the sport of rodeo was invented around the campfire one night after the second or third bottle of rotgut whiskey.
yes, i believe you are correct…can’t figure out why anyone would want to do it for a living…and my goodness, those cowboys are young! i don’t think some of them were old enough to even drive their trailers around the circuit!
There are plenty of supremely talented musicians that many of us will never hear of or ever have the pleasure of hearing.
ha ha, yes…i’ve been searching for the one that is hidden so deeply in me that it’ll never get out for years…
God, I dislike rock music! Why in the hell can’t we just let it die?
It did. In 1967 if not before.
Everybody likes to bitch about popular music.
Don’t stoop to doing clean-up detail.
Yeah, can’t you see that Dennis is special? Whatever you do, don’t throw in in that briar patch.
Whatchoo talkin’ about Mooser?
Do you put as much effort into your real-life activities as you do into making this blog All About You?
What’s really demeaning is to be such a poor specimen of humanity that your favorite activity is taking virtual shits in the aisle.
That’s because they heal faster.
Rodeo is not a sport for those greatly concerned with the continuously unbroken state of their bones.
That’s because they heal faster.
well, yeah…i just never realized how young…but then again, for every year i age, everyone looks too young…
they lead an interesting life, that’s for sure…
The fact is, you liberals should just shut up. All you talk about is giving special rights to queers, and taking down the US system and giving in to international muslims. maybe you should work a bit harder instead, and salute the flag.
The fact is, global warming is a big lie. It is to get money to liebral academics and kill USA business.
That sounds… smelly.
I’ve been camping too (80 degrees and NO WIND on the Oregon Coast for THREE WHOLE DAYS! OMGWTFBBQ?!) and just got back.
So in summary, this is a much delayed “Welcome Provider!” Very cool surprise to see you on the front page on my return. And it was very amusing reading all the utterly nonsensical troll-free comment chains. They’re like some sort of weird stream of consciousness rant.
That’s because they heal faster.
That and older people have enough sense not to get on top of 1000-pound angry animal that wants nothing more than to stomp you into jello.
Butthurt troll is butthurt. Surprise, surprise.
Major Kong, you could participate in a performance of Antheils’ Ballet Mechanique, the score calls for an airplane propeller. He also wrote the Airplane Sonata, his contemporary Leo Ornstein wrote a similar piece, Suicide in an Airplane.
ve been camping too (80 degrees and NO WIND on the Oregon Coast for THREE WHOLE DAYS! OMGWTFBBQ?!) and just got back.
For those of you not familiar with our environs here in Oregonia, 80 degrees on the coast is near record high. And no wind is just bizarre – I’ve NEVER been on the coast without wind. Meanwhile, here in the valley, we’re having an unprecedented heat wave. It usually doesn’t get this warm (96 yesterday) at all, save for maybe a week in August.
Climate change is clearly a hoax perpetrated by so called “scientists” sucking up that sweet sweet gubblemint research money.
I met a middle-aged cowboy once. His hands (and I dunno what else) were nearly crippled from repeated breaks.
One has to love the pluck displayed by dennis when he puts on his skirt called Betsy to attack us by pretending to defend Cerberus, then quickly pivots to his more natural role when he dons his chapeau or hood, if you like, grabs on to his pale penis (to make sure that it still exists) then plucks his thumbs under his suspenders and starts WhiteMansplanations while using my race in an attempt to beat you about the head and shoulders under the (completely transparent, btw) guise of “protecting” my honor or something.
Not only is dennis a flat out hood wearing racist clown, but he has a seething hatred of anything that does not look and or think as he.
His primary existence and persistence in this space is to cosplay a proto-warrior like so tedios many others of the 101st Chairborn who feel that tilting at strawpersons in blog comments is equivalent to tilting at IED’s in Iraqganistan.
The Sadness is palpable. Unfortunately, Sadly, No! is not hear to erase sadness, nor create a simulacrum of a “life” but keep it up Trolliope, ’cause that is what god put you on the earth for, apparently.
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Thanks OBS. Nice to be seen. Maybe you could spare some details concerning the BBQ, always interested in debriefings about good fucking meals…:)
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Hey, where’d my comment go (it was here for a minute, Pup even quoted some of it)? 🙁
It even had nice things to say about Provider!
I’m not a troll, honest…
That sounds… smelly.
yes, you’d think it would be, but with the wind blowing 900 mph, you don’t really notice any smells…most challenging thing of the weekend besides the wind was watching out for the gopher holes. large rocks and cow pies…gorgeous place though…
camping on the coast sounds delightful, while i’m not surprised to hear that 80 is super hot, i am surprised to hear that it is windy there…which makes sense…
I met a middle-aged cowboy once. His hands (and I dunno what else) were nearly crippled from repeated breaks.
oh my goodness, yes…even the young ones had all sorts of joint machinery attached to them…and the middle aged ones…yep, you’d swear they were 90…
That and older people have enough sense not to get on top of 1000-pound angry animal that wants nothing more than to stomp you into jello.
thursday night one of the bulls got loose from the arena…i couldn’t believe the amount of spectators that followed him…as bill engvall would say, ‘here’s your sign’…seriously, who chases after a very heavy, very enraged bull when you are not on horseback and getting paid for it? and even then? enh, no…i’ll just watch…
My bad OBS, situation fixxored.
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Not really many details — it was three days of beer and delicious food cooked outdoors and more beer and some tequila and more beer and more food. And maybe even some wine. I decidedly remember very good bacon being involved at some point. And really yummy hot wings. And fire-roasted hotdogs. And did I mention that IT WAS SUNNY AND NOT WINDY!
Other than that it was a blur. Oh, I did run from the campground to the top of a mountain (and back) one morning too, so I wasn’t drunk all the time.
Ah, thanks!
Yes, what he said. I had never, ever been to the coast without it being windy. The trees at the beach are all crooked and mangled looking ’cause they’re constantly being bombarded by wind as they grow. It’s really, really windy on the Oregon coast. So this was just fucking weird.
Nice though, even though it does point to the planet being severely fucked up.
And now back at home it’s just plain hot.
Many of the new “clonewheel” organs will fit nicely in a cockpit, too
The Abominable Dr Phibes INNA PLANE.
OBS, that was a most satisfactory debriefing, sounds like a hoot. The no Wind on the Coast does sound rather ominous. I have only visited the south coast once when one of my sisters lived in San Diego (about this time of year actually) and near the coast the was always a nice breeze requiring a jacket or sweatshirt (for me anyway, this time of year in the midwest one has usually been attempting to acclimate oneself to mid 80’s and high humidity), but quickly discovered that the further inland one ventured the hotter it became.
Was looking at Smarter than Yeast, S. cerevisiae’s joint and he has a CO2 counter that indicated that we are 11 hundredths away from 400 parts per million and most certainly DRF’ed.
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“This in no way is meant to prove anything, but when I went to school there I volunteered with Monroe Cty Big Bros/Big Sisters and had two African American little brothers, who were paired with me mainly because of our shared passion for hoops.”
Gosh, with that story and a little help from some of your best friends, Dennis, you’ve made it!
Give Dennis a claim check for his duds, a white towel, and a tube-a-lube and show him the way to the hot tub! Can he even conceive of the wonders which await him?
Of course from what I’ve heard about his issue, he’s already good at conceiving blunders. How old are they now, Dennis?
“I have only visited the south coast once when one of my sisters lived in San Diego (about this time of year actually) and near the coast the was always a nice breeze requiring a jacket or sweatshirt (for me anyway, this time of year in the midwest one has usually been attempting to acclimate oneself to mid 80?s and high humidity), but quickly discovered that the further inland one ventured the hotter it became.”
Wow that’s the kind of come-outer, outlieing pioneering spirit which is what made this country great, Dennis! You’re a regular Lewis N. Clark, only I bet yoiu didn’t take a sack of Jews with ya.
“I met a middle-aged cowboy once. His hands (and I dunno what else) were nearly crippled from repeated breaks.”
That’s why I refuse to take more than two solos each night.
“And now back at home it’s just plain hot.”
You know it! At Moosehall it’s Too Darn Hot of course.
Maybe it’s cause we have Steam Heat One never knows, does one?
Dennis, are you telling us that, unlike Paula Deen, you don’t have an African-America friend at the present time?
And no, the guy in Accounting who looks like Richard Roundtree doesn’t count.
Denny’s, Thanks but no thanks. Know that I reflexivly will continue to delete your offers of kindness, council, and bigotry, regardless of the numbers of African American children you can sew into a skirt.
It is too bad that when you went to school here that we could not have met over beers and discussed your issues, your loss. Seriously. The fact that you lived in my home-town, the place in which I still reside, and did not have the opportunity of interacting, personally, with the extrusion of coolness generosity that is me is a shame.
Though it is possible that i saw you first, as I am good like that.
And yes, sir/madam you are a racist and a bigot, and an asshole, but you don’t have to be. But carry on pretending otherwise.
[*poof* an asshats tears are returned to the water-cycle.]
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“Do you put as much effort into your real-life activities as you do into making this blog All About You?
What’s really demeaning is to be such a poor specimen of humanity that your favorite activity is taking virtual shits in the aisle.”
I knew it. Say a couple of non-panygeric words about rock music and everybody goes for the throat. It’s like it’s some sort of Ku-Klux-Ikonoclasm or something.
“I met a middle-aged cowboy once.”
I once picked up a women who claimed she was a witch. And a few minutes later she turned into a motel!
Or so Johnny Carson told me.
Alright, how many Sadlynaughts are musicians, and when and where is the massive jam session/hot tub party going to take place?
Sorry, Provider, I’m less racist than you are.
That hit me in the nethers Trolliope. nice work. You win the day. Keep digging, you’ll pull yourself out of that hole someday.
I know, I know about feeding and whatnot, but I am working on an experiment.
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Alright, how many Sadlynaughts are musicians, and when and where is the massive jam session/hot tub party going to take place?
Seems like there are quite a few. I play harmonica and therefore expect to be excluded from any hot-jam-tub session.
QuadB, I like that idea. There is software that might accommodate a session, ( I suspect at least, there should be, though I do recall downloading an app that promised such to my Nexus7…mayhaps Jeffraham and I could start the ball rolling with proof of concept testing, set up a beatsblog, give invited members read/write until we establish a master mixer and fucking jam.
Love the idea.
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I know, I know about feeding and whatnot, but I am working on an experiment.
It’s funny to watch trolly’s comments get deleted in realtime.
QuadB, I like that idea. There is software that might accommodate a session, ( I suspect at least, there should be, though I do recall downloading an app that promised such to my Nexus7…mayhaps Jeffraham and I could start the ball rolling with proof of concept testing, set up a beatsblog, give invited members read/write until we establish a master mixer and fucking jam.
Substance McGravitas is really good at finding software which can accomplish this sort of thing.
True, but we also might just end up finding out what the sound of Goatse is…
True, but we also might just end up finding out what the sound of Goatse is…
What’s the sound of one ass crapping?
…ignore the implications
Threatening me now are you, good luck with that.
Just trying to help.
Sadly, No! You are not, in any definition of the word help, trying to.
The one thing I will bore with quickly, is providing you with the attention that you crave. In the meantime, I will sharpen my claws, scratchpad….
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I used to play oboe. Mëtäl!
Tigris and hautboys THE TRUTH IS REVEALED.
Tigris and hautboys THE TRUTH IS REVEALED.
Haut!
tigris, I used to play the French horn, but was always fascinated by the double reeds, I loved the sound they could produce, and as a curious lad i did attempt to play one owned by a friend, I made some noise, and there were probably cooties involved (being middle school and all) but the experience made me madly appreciative of oboists and bassoonists.
Do you still play that thing? if so we could figure out a mike to computer interface for you and you could let it rip!!!11!!
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oboists
Let us not start smearing other commenters for their presidential preferences.
It’s in a closet at my parents’ house, so no. Keep meaning to grab it when I visit, but I was never that great. Probably bust a vein if I tried to play it now.
Substance McGravitas is really good at finding software which can accomplish this sort of thing.
I would imagine that it might behoove us to put him on the cross-platform case, then. Btw what instrument is your strongest, and what key would you prefer…
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Probably bust a vein if I tried to play it now.
I can envision a composition that could make use of lower threshold than aneurism levels of need, a few chirps here and there would suffice. get that thang from the rents with the possibility of participating in the best, or worst song ever written on mass on the intertrons by persons who are in the main, meatspace strangers.
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I would imagine that it might behoove us to put him on the cross-platform case, then. Btw what instrument is your strongest, and what key would you prefer…
It’s difficult to explain… one of these days, I’ll post a video of my schtick. Substance has seen me perform with a friend who runs a jazz open mic… suffice it to say, it’s an unusual performance.
If you don’t practice everyday, playing a wind instrument can be challenging.
FWIW, Quincy Jones used to be a trumpeter, but he gave up the instrument on the advice of his doctor who said he could stroke out because of the pressures involved.
an app that promised such to my Nexus7
Whoo, baby. Let me at it.
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(although I’m more than a little rusty, guitar-wise… as are, no doubt, the strings on the H1 Prototype)
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We are all in the drum circle, hippy style, regardless of the current competence or vagueness of the instrumentalists. we should think about doing this thing out of fealty to hyperbole, and to get down to scoring my “Shark-topus-Raptor” Scify script (a work in progress).
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Pocketband lite. the free version, JP. haven’t had a chance yet to play around with it as such, but it looks promising. been busy what with the new job and all…
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Nice go-round with the Zamboni, P_UNE! The thread looks so clean now.
Like I said, it’s nice to see the troll’s comments disappear in realtime.
Pocketband lite.
Um… is this the only input?
“• Recorder: Use built-in mic for live audio recording.”
No hurry — let me know if you find out! I saw another, Audio Evolution Mobile that’s like $13… looks more like the stuff I’ve used before, and works with $20 USB dongle from Turtle Beach!
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BTW, here’s what I did this weekend. http://imgur.com/a/Jf27q
Nice scenery, Pup!
I would like to see a Texas legislator propose an amendment to their little abortion bill that stipulates that before any death row inmate can be executed they must find at least four baby pictures of that inmate and the governor must look at them. Then the governor must go to the prison, go into the cell with a stethoscope and listen the inmates heartbeat. Finally, the governor must submit to an anal ultrasound probe to prove that his head is not up there somewhere. Once all that is completed then the inmate may be executed.
Fuck you cowardly name-stealer. Die in a fucking fire.
Wow, Pups, that mountain has snowcap even in hot summertime ?
Gorgeous scenery, though.
Re Provider’s Online Drum Circle : Vuvuzela, anyone?
Go fuck yourself hard,name-stealer if you can’t get you moms to do it for you. God knows after her pussy vomited you out it probably wanted nothing more to do with you. And when you touch yourself you can think of us, despising you, at least until we have something more important to do, like take a dump. Jesus, and when Gary posted I thought the troll-level in this place was improving.
You’re not even very good at this. I’d never say “What a. Lumps fool” Hell, I can’t even figure out what it’s supposed to mean. If you’re going to try to copy somebody at least put a little effort into it, put a little pride in your trolling.
The troll figured out a way to annoy people who use the kill file, Mooser, or at least how to do so one at a time. Hardly an efficient use of one’s time, but then I don’t get my jollies that way so what do I know. The profane one is me, needless to say. I suppose the rest will be gone soon enough and I’ll look like a crazy person yelling at clouds. HOW I HATE THEM.
*rolls eyes* Try harder, that was just sad. It’s like you don’t even care, you just slap any old comment up under a nym and think that’s good enough? NO. I demand QUALITY from my trolls. If you want to be my personal troll you better bring your A game because I do not grade on a curve. I’ll consider the earlier stuff training but from here on out I expect better.
I don’t think it’s a “them.” And since toddlers are really good at it, it shouldn’t be surprising how easy it is to *really* annoy people. Of course, most people grow out of it.
I would like to see it applied retroactively. For the past 2 Governors, at least.
Just got a week off of rehearsals, so I’ll probably drive to that hellhole by the sea, Monterey, and be forced to eat smoked salmon and drink Napa Valley wines.
Speaking of whines…………………..
I don’t think it’s a “them.”
Them = clouds 😉
So maybe it’s not a lack of effort, maybe you just can’t do any better that that. Sorry for thinking you were lazy.
Shock of shocks, Dennis having extended conversations with himself.
Never seen that before in the last… how many years has it been now?
Apropos of the war on women the Rs are engaging in (that many Ds aren’t really fighting): I think the ultrasound up the rectum to check for the presence of a cranium should be applied to any and all legislators who seek to make (legal, safe) abortions unavailable. Or less available.
Also, since these jokers seem to be under the impression that this “science” thing is some kinda religion that one can just make shit up about, I think the products of science (say, anything past the late 18th century, since they profess to revere some version of Teh Founderz) should be unavailable to them, wherever possible. Leeches all around!
Thanks Cerb, for the assist on cleanup.
Suezboo. the Vuvuzela would be a welcome addition to the “circle”.
JP. been looking for the perfect pocket studio app for the N7, if you find one let me know. I stumbled into mine (NIB) at a pawn shop, reseach suggests that there might be audio latency related issues, which might be fixed in the next generation model. thus I have downloaded what seemed to be an appropriate app, I have not yet had the chance to play with it what with covering shifts for a hospitalized co-worker, band related program activities, and the new gig. I was hoping that something like the iRig might work with the thing or one of the jfet based preamp/impedence matching circuits would work with the thing and the software in question. In any event if there are bits from the show, you will have access to them shortly after I do.
Take care all, even denny’s, sleep and love well, imma gonna catch some ZZZZZZ’s
Love the more frequent cleanups, it’s like the troll’s very existence is negated.
I love the smell of troll butthurt, it’s the smell of victory!
Aww, I missed the troll, love the cleanup.
If anybody has a use for a bass player who can’t keep time, count me in.
I can play the stereo, but I’m not very good at it.
“It’s in a closet at my parents’ house,”
Oh Dad, poor Dad…
I’ve been braised and sauteed for so long it’s not true. / But you must have good meat to make good bar-b-cue./ Many people cookin’, but few of them know: / Mesquite is too hot, brisket cooks slow!
I’ve been tasked with coming up with a jingle for a Zeppelin-themed barbecue chain. Could be my big break. I could make franchising history!
Stairway to Maalox? Oh well, this is one hot-coal treadmill I must cross alone. I’d better get on it.
Sorry, just dragged myself out of bed.
I had maybe a 30 minute nap in the jump-seat home after working last night and then slept for 3 hours after I got to the house this morning.
Puttin’ brisquit in the smoker just the other day, baby,
What do you, what do you think I saw?
Clouds of smoke infusin’ flavor in to the meat said,
“Hey, Boy, do you want s’more?”
And you know how it is.
I really never had any better, bar-be-que
so I asked them if I could have a slab.
Smoke on the water……fire in the grill.
It hasn’t really been “hot” here much until just this week. In fact, it was still snowing on the top of that mountain just a few weeks ago.
But many of the volcanic peaks around here have snow on them year round, if not actual glaciers (well, for now anyway). You can actually go skiing on Mt. Hood in August.
Also, too: there’s another pretty waterfall I hiked past a couple weeks back on my blahg. [/whore]
Yay for post racial America!!! You can’t just shoot a nig(clang) for no reason anymore. But at least you can still arrest him and shoot his dog.
I’m busy learning my lines. I’m going for a British version of Dennis: Cocky but ignorant of real life, along with feeling superior to the rest of the human race, with a good RP(Receive Pronunciation) accent.
Dumbass troll is still a dumbass troll, I see.
My wee-wee hurts!
I see Pennis has been bashing his head against the wall again. Sick fuck, ain’t he.
Jeebus, nymjacking troll is an incredible asshole, is what it is.
That last one wasn’t me, by the way. I think I’ve been nymjacked or whatever we call it here.
Anyone got a can of troll-be-gone?
Oh…kay. I’m really glad I’ve missed these recent infestations and wish I hadn’t seen this one.
Stupid troll is stupid. The name has a Disqus profile and a comment history that does not come from a troll.
OK, the last 5 of these weren’t me either. I’ll check back later after someone cleans up this mess.
Email sent to Cerb, here’s hoping cleanup comes quickly. Sigh.
tigris said,
July 2, 2013 at 19:43 (kill)
Yeah, not me. And still lame as fuck. Who is Frank?
It’s simple you guys
You can comment in rhyme
Then the troll must write poetry
Every damned fucking time.
Sheesh! At this point I think you need to block every IP from every ISP in this idiot’s general geographic area. If that snares some regulars, have them e-mail you for a get-out-trolldom IP check.
Thread Bear, that is serving it up crisp and hot, just like Mother makes! But are you sure you want to leave gilt-edged yarns like that lying around loose with these gonifs around here? It’ll be staring back at you from a Hallmark Card before you can say ‘and where are my residuals?’
Be vigilant, lest you find the less morally endowed squatting on your intellectual property!
Buit, Substance.
While at prose I excel,
(or so I myself tell)
And my syntax is smooth,
and unbroken, at rhyming
you see, I am lousy.
tigris said,
July 2, 2013 at 20:12 (kill)
A talentless hack,
our sad little troll
we’ll soon see your back
for the names which you stole.
Her whole post is breathtakingly stupid
In any discussion of Althouse, the above words are just filler.
I can comment in rhyme
I can do it in any clime
Like the dog at Kew
I will ask who are you.
“Has anyone been over to Moose Hall lately”
Ask any ungulates on the street, if they are dressed in the hippest threads, and the cynosure of all eyes in the whirling vortex of events, and they will tell you: “Moosehall” is one word.
Or haven’t you herd? Herd of Mooses? No, Mooses occasionally (but for no perceptible reason) “yard” or foregather aimlessly, but they do not herd and I’ll thank you to remember it, if you can!
Man, there are some real sickos trolling here. “Moose Hall” forsooth! I will go further and add: feh! And I am prepared to fight it out along those (and similiar) lines as long as may needs be.
You’ll know when it’s Dennis
The puffy, PseudoMenace
His style is lacking
And his Florsheims need blacking.
He’s shot hoops with the best
and he could do it dressed in a vest.
That’s all the good
that he’s done for the hood.
Some acrostical style
Has a certain appeal
If you like making them work
To craft shitheaded spiels.
I dunno, you fellows sound all right to me:
I just question putting the two concepts of Moose and Order, it’s kinda like Bread and Chaos……..
MooseStache.
“There once was a man from Nantucket…”
That’s total crap, extensive research, involving ship’s registers, whaling crew musters, military records, town hall and parish records going all the way back to pre-Revolutionary days turns up absolutely no mention of this legendary creature, either in Nantucket, or all of New England, for that matter. One would think that had he existed, he would have attracted notice?
The prevailing scholarly view is that Melville incorporated the limerick in an early draft of “Moby Dick” as a jest, to see if the proofreaders were on-the-job. Apparently, they weren’t.
Poesy is easy when the subject is sleazy.
Meter don’t matter when you’re mad as a hatter so extra syllables are ignored.
Imagery, though, there’s the rub.
Especially when it comes from Sub.
You can beautify goatse
If you’re feeling all poetsy.
“The teenage years of NSA whistleblower Edward Snowden have been revealed to be filled with sex marathons, post-intercourse Krispy Kremes and employers fighting over him according to posts he made on popular technology site ArsTechnica.”
And how does that make him any different than the average American boy?
In the brightest day,
In the blackest night
No troll will escape my sight
Let those who worship trolls and the like
Beware my power, Providers Blight!
Hey, I gotta question! Could somebody help me out? Here it is:
Okay, you got a guy, or gal or somebody who goes to a website which they decry as the cesspool of everything they hate. This person then appropriates the names, and to the extent possible for him, apes the styles, of the commenters there Even going through the trouble to provide spurious links to the names so they appear genuine.
Okay, so here’s my question: Do I need a qualified mental-health-professional to figure out what’s going on with this guy (we’ll call him, “Dennis”) or could any adult who’s had a cup of coffee figure out what his problem is? I mean, those psychiatrists charge so much.
Though he gave it his very best shot
A poet, it is clear, he is not
I’ve seen better verse,
Not just merely not worse,
That was penned by ELIZA, the bot.
The new diagnosis
Is coming cirrhosis
For the prose is the mess of a drunk
But the endless obsession
Suggests a possession
Requiring a priest or a monk.
Well, Mooser, it certainly doesn’t make sense to me why someone on their Disqus avatar, on the one hand, take a librul blogger to task for allowing doxxing on their website, and then come over here and see a conservative troll doxxing me and remaining silent.
OTOH, maybe some people are so shallow and starved for attention in meatspace that this is there only creative outlet they allow in the otherwise pathetic and miserable life.
IMHO, of course.
Will this make you happy, Dennis? Are you going to stop harping on my promise to Substance now?
Asshurt troll will still find something to be asshurt about.
Tigris, that’s true, but on the other hand, I’ve never seen anybody else who might be able to change my view to the blame-the-victim attitude if he was on the receiving end of an assault. I mean, c’mon, ‘Dennis’ never figured out that when people say “it’s always projection” they are not debating the merits of competeing cinemaplexes?
“Don’t accept importers. I am the real Mooser
“
110% American and home-made, AM-FM, FM-AM, factory air-conditioned, from our air-conditioned factory! Entirely constructed by Lowell-class maidens pledged to purity and changing their smocks every half-hour.
Die, die, my darling!
Onanist emulates Ouroboros…
Does he fool himself or us?
While Astronomers punt
William Shatner’s cunt
Choosing Styx and Kerberos.
[Grats, Cerb! Sorta.]
“and I am tired of reding”
Well, I’ll give you tis, you know how to hurt a guy. Whatsamatter Google spel-chek not working for you?
Oh, and I’ve had farts trapped between my buttcheeks that were more troublesome than this troll.
And the hits (unique page views) just keep on coming! I can see it, him scratching his pityriasis capitis, and muttering through his pyorrhea “Why is that disgusting site so high in the ratings.”
OK folks, looks like it is gonna take a little bit of time to sort out the fucking damage done in the room. There will be a summit tomorrow evening specifically to work out troll nullification policies. Until then we will do our best, to keep shit cleaned up. I presume that Cerb is currently working as is Tintin, and this is my Sunday, so exhibit some patience please.
And until shit is cleaned up, ignore the assholes, please! Also keep track of your shit, because some of it (I will do my best, what with having a sense of the fashion in which most of the regulars roll) might get caught in a net. Also, too, it appears that I lost one of the lenses to my fucking glasses, so that situation is of a slightly higher level of concern to me right now than tracking down nymjacking assholes. Ignore them, most of us know who is who around here, and as soon as I track down the missing lens, I will get right on it.
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Oh brave new world, that has such schreechers in it!
This place has gone to the trolls.
I think I got everything, and found and reinstalled the lens.
First off, stop playing with the asshole, when he gets the attention he so dearly craves, he wins. Also, we know each other. I know it is a pain in the ass to be nym-jacked, but for most of us it will be obvious when that happens but feel free to do as Kong did and identify comments nymjacked I know your IP addy, your communication style. NymJack Trolly has a different IP and I know that too which makes it easy to determine who is who.
Those who choose to war with the Trolly in the comments (and I am looking in a certain direction) might find their comments expunged as well.
Let me know if anything slipped this most recent cleanup and carry on.
Just a reminder you can pick any two out of these three: Cheap, Fast, Quality. and you can bet your bottom dollar that I am not getting paid.
Carry on, and please oh please try to ignore the fuckwit.
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Gotta work on my lines.
Later, taters.
There’s nothing wrong with playing with an asshole, just get a room when you do.
…certain co-dependency.
I am inclined to agree to a point. Regardless of the mutual animosity demonstrated by the D’s Dennis has a hard-on for me and Cerb for some reason. He/She was actually my very first internet stalker and on one day chased me around to no less than four blogs, including my own (which was a mistake.) It started at Balloon J, followed at Roy’s, then here, and finally my old spot. And as I imagine that Cerb has pantst him as well, I don’t see how getting rid of the one who is actually one of ours will get rid of the other.
Setting Phasers to ignore in the interim is the only advice I have at this time, just know that the three of us are having a meeting about the best ways to implement protection/cleanup, though I currently do not have access to the IP banning tools, though this should likely change shortly.
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“Those who choose to war with the Trolly in the comments (and I am looking in a certain direction) might find their comments expunged as well.”
Since I have indulged myself pretty freely in that direction, expunge away at my comments if you feel it right. I knew when I made them removal might be a consequence.
However, I will ignore the troll henceforth.
And oh yeah, the Poe I perused in an idle moment after Morpheus had fled (unlike Venus, she has the right to bare arms!) seems to have effected me a little. It’ll pass.
Handle’s not quite right there.
Mooser, I wasn’t looking in your direction, though the ignore option, and scroll on by advice is generally helpful. I know sometimes that the low hanging fruit is and or makes for an interesting target some time, especially given that on occasion, nothing seems to be happening, or you feel like the only one in the room given the relative paucity of activity…
Anyhoo, carry on…
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“and on one day chased me around to no less than four blogs”
There’s still a part of me which just can’t belive this whole thing. Is it that the guy can’t help himself (certainly many of my jokes lend themselves to that explanation) or does he actually think this activity redounds to his credit? Does he copy the threads, e-mail them to his pals with something like “I shoor shoed them bastids, huh?”
A number of the S,N! regulars (as well as Cerb and Provider) have voices that are practically inimitable, esp. at any length.
e-mail them to his pals
Null reference.
“You can beautify goatse
If you’re feeling all poetsy.”
Once Kimbra comes on the scene,
Gotye might as well be painted into the background.
Although by my archaic standards she could use a little more adipose on her femurs, but otherwise, yowsa!
Anyhoo, carry on…
Problem is, it makes it hard to respond to anyone else, and it’s humiliating when I find myself responding to what I should have known was a nym-jack. Of course, I’m used to that, but still.
And it makes the good-natured, scintillating, (yet none the less edifying for it) ribaldry and cross-talk of which the feast of reason and good old flow of soul consists here difficult to keep up. Oh hell, I guess I’m used to that, too. At my age, I shouldn’t wonder.
“Mooser, you are thinking too much.”
Gosh, are you stupid. Like that’s ever gonna happen! False premise to start, I didn’t even bother to read the rest.
Me, thinking too much, that’s a laugh. If you want to direct a comment to me, don’t start out by insulting my intelligence. I’m already married.
“It’s worse than water cooler chatter”
Really? Do they make less sense than babbling brooks, or murmering streams, or roaring waves? Are fountains always spouting off at you? Okay, you just keep talking to water-fountains, dude, sure it’s perfectly normal. (Backing slowly away) Just gimme, as the man said, “three steps…”
I guess my overriding point Mooser, is to leave the safety on, especially when a nymjacking exploit is suspected. Back in the day when i spent most of my time commenting at the Eschaton, by the time nymjackers arrived on the scene, that community had developed an awareness of each other that made it nearly impossible to get fooled. The ones smart enough to emulate a nearly inimitable voice (Thanks CRA, again…) had much better things to do with their time. Of course reading everything helps, though i know that some don’t always have the opportunity to do so.
Moose, don’t know how long you have been round these parts, i think you showed up on my radar 2 or 3 or possibly 6 moon ago (not that it matters when) but I spent a couple of months lurking here, feeling the place out, before I jumped in with both feet. Always helps when trying to figure out the ‘ways’ of a certain community, get to know the peeps and how they are inclined to roll…Now of a mind to see just exactly when I posted my first comment….brb.
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Disemvoweling is also good. Too.
“Wag more, bark less, Mooser.”
Look, if you want me to bite your sister, it’ll cost you. Including a check-up.
http://www.sadlyno.com/archives/35287.html#comment-1208804
lazy, day off, my sunday, but near as I can tell this was the first comment I made here. Just under two years ago.
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“Moose, don’t know how long you have been round these parts”
I used to read Sadly, No! years ago, stopped for a while after getting some bad advice on another blog (Not Sadly, No!) which soured me on blogs for a while. (A guy suggested I “go fuck myself”! What a fool! It can’t be done! Well, at least, not by me.)
The name stayed on my “Favorites” and a few months ago I clicked it anedver…inadvertigo… okay, by accident, and found a Gilead for my tortured sole (thanks, Sadly, No! foodies!) As they say “This place is da balm” And being confined to home on dog-rehab duty (TTA) I’ve become a regular reader.
I swear, that’s all there is to it! I didn’t mean to butt-hurt anybody!
“lazy, day off, my sunday, but near as I can tell this was the first comment I made here. Just under two years ago.”
Oh, I see, an indirect threat! Anotherwords, you could do the same to me, huh? Look, I’ve never ever claimed that my comments were anything profound, in fact quite the opposite; they are merely the dandelion-puff dandruff of my degraded dendrites, if you get my drift. Simile, darn ya, simile! Leave them lie undisturbed.
I find I have a greater understanding (though no approval, etc.) of the folks who go off on their neighbor’s howling dogs. I just keep telling myself (through gritted teeth) that any response, no matter how tempting, just plays into the desire to make it All About D.
So.
I played the violin as a child, but could not even get a single note out of one when I picked one up a couple decades ago (I put it right back down, disliking nasty noises as I do), and now restrict myself to simple things like kazoos, harmonicas, and the occasional foray into teaching myself the ukukele. Mainly, I just listen,
“You’re infatuated with my psychological makeup”
Very nice of you to come here and tell us how infatuated and obsessed we are with you!
Gosh, if I didn’t know any better, I would wonder why you are so intent on giving this performance as “the guy who is just begging to be turned out”.
“I played the violin as a child”
I started out as a child, too.
any response, no matter how tempting, just plays into the desire to make it All About D.
Yeah, maybe so, but the poetry was fun.
Well, yeah. It’s always fun to watch creativity in action.
But not so much creative inaction (I’m looking at you, Congress, though it’s probably a blessing).
So when did Moosehood raise its pendulous head? Or did you just naturally grow into the fine specimen of Moosedom you undoubtedly are?
Knowing you can actually hear me typing creeps me out a little. I didn’t know the NSA was that good!
Oh, I see, an indirect threat!
I would really like to know exactly how you see it as one, ’cause I thought we were cool. There was nothing intended with the not sure how long…radar…not that it matters comment which this seem to be a reply.
i don’t traffic in veiled threats, period. I don’t traffic in threats, generally, I tend to subscribe to the Praise in public, punish in private, school of management.
I am sorry if the wires got crossed, sir!
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“So when did Moosehood raise its pendulous head?”
I really wish you hadn’t asked. It came on during my first marriage, over twenty five years ago.
Once it took hold, my ungularity was indelible. Most people see the resemblance right away, but even the obtuse are usually convinced if I put my thumbs behind my ears and waggle my outstretched digits like palmate antlers. “Yes, they say” backing slowly away, “The resemblance is palpable”
The first marriage ended in divorce. My second wife was a little miffed when it occurred to her that she was the “second Moosette”, but she got over it. and eagerly participated in the Moosie mating rituals. After all we’ll be celebrating our 23rd Anniversary on July 15th. She’s even knitting me shrouds and she’s promised to quote MLK Jr. at my funeral.
Thing is, once you go Moose, it turns you any way but loose. All of a sudden, I knew who I was, why I was born, and what I needed to do. Of course, I did not go public immediately. Instead I spent lots of time practising. Mostly on all fours in a full bath tub, raising my head magnificently from the water, with a mouthful of tender water plants depending from my mouth, dewlap aquiver. You’ve all see the pictures. and I wanted to do it right, give the public their moneys-worth. You think it’s easy to get that water-pouring-from-the-antler-effect? Try it, you round-antlered deer, and others of your elk!
I began wearing my boxers two sizes too large. I’m not exactly sure why, but it’s absolutely necessary.
Shrouds, or … nets!!?
“I would really like to know exactly how you see it as one, ’cause I thought we were cool.”
Sorry, I’m sorry. I flew off the handle. It’s just when people bring up stuff like comments from years ago, I get nervous. What if I had said something which might appear outlandish, or inappropriate two years ago? Is this Sadly, No! or “The Hindsight Saga”?
“she’s promised to quote MLK Jr. at my funeral.”
You don’t think that bit about “Thank God Almighty, free at last!” is very moving? And she could, I am sure, declaim it with absolute conviction.
She got a mis-trial in the case of her first husband, but I don’t think they let her get away with it again.
. “I don’t traffic in threats, generally,”
Well, taking a Moose too seriously is like playing in traffic. Don’t do it.
“Boring Mooser is boring.”
Belive me, I sympathise. If there was some way, some possible method, any cost I could bear which would release you from the necessity of reading every word I write, then stealing my name, and making a god damned fool of yourself, I would.
But it’s beyond my powers.
Your’s too, obviously.
I began wearing my boxers two sizes too large
Moose-related artwork by ITTDGY.
The NSA will take note of those who link to bitmaps.
Moose-related artwork
Google Images can kiss my ass! Finally somebody gets it right! Thank You!
I dunno what to call Mooser’s schtick, but the term “soap opera” doesn’t come to mind.
If you’re bored, it’s generally your own fault. Mooser seems to be amusing himself (and others in a hit-and-miss fashion). I approve. Corny or no, he’s probably forestalling dementia.
Mooser, I sympathize, you’re just not living up to Pennis expectations. He obviously needs to quit this blog instead of getting bored by the likes of you and I.
And of course I don’t mean “hit-and-miss” as an insult, Mooser. I couldn’t possibly hang around hear if the misses turned me off the hits. Hit-and-miss is my own stock-in-trade.
Bleh, hang around here.
And of course I didn’t mean “staving off dementia” as an insult, Mooser. Staving off dementia is my own stock-in-trade. In the event I get cancer, I want to be completely lucid.
“He obviously needs to quit this blog instead of getting bored by the likes of you and I.”
I can’t understand why the cable company put him on the Sadly, No! ONLY Internet.
Maybe he heard there was “bundling” and got all excited?
IIRC, “bundling” is a quaint sexual practice? Not gonna Google it … like witchcraft, I really don’t care what today’s ahistorical deviants are calling “bundling.”
I think Mooser is more likely to take “stock-in-trade” as an insult. I mean come on, you can’t just bring any old ungulate into the yard and walk out with a MOOSE.
With a good staple gun all things are possible.
By extension, one doesn’t look a gift moose in the mouth.
All right, janitorial sweep should be complete.
And yeah, I’ve got a few recommendations for the summit tomorrow (3 snarkists enter, no one leaves!), because yeah, no. One schizophrenic with an IP changer and a dearth where his life should be is not the entirety of Sadly, No! and never should be.
We need to get back to what we stand for, toilet photoshops, terrible puns, and indie rock snobbery! Damnitt!
I LOL’d at the thought that Mooser should be a-scared of the summit.
Dennis Prager:
Children, witnessing that cover, are inescapably going to think OMG BLOWJOBS AND BUTTSEX.
Children, witnessing that cover, are inescapably going to think OMG BLOWJOBS AND BUTTSEX.
Let’s hope they stop at imagining that, err, those! … The Onion reveals that B&E are not gay, they are “Depraved Pansexual Perverts” (NSFW)
I should be practicing. Somebody chastise me if I post again within the hour.
Binders full of moose? Better be really big ones.
Folding is a lost art.
Is that idiot done pretending to be me? Damn, that was annoying.
By extension, one doesn’t look a gift moose in the mouth.
Not if you value your sister.
The Martian would have no other explanation for the premature sexualizing of children that the left has engaged in for decades
Those darn Leftists with their tiny tot beauty contests!
The most recent example is the cover of the current issue of the New Yorker, which depicts the Sesame Street characters Bert and Ernie. They are seated on a couch snuggling with Bert’s head on Ernie’s shoulder watching television. The TV features a picture of the U.S. Supreme Court.
SEXAY!
Somebody chastise me if I post again within the hour.
Do we have to make sure the Martians and children are watching?
Hey, y’all see this?
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-23146454
You’re going to start a protection racket?!?!une112
If a Martian were to observe the human condition, he would have to conclude that the left has an agenda to deprive children of their innocence.
The gedankenexperiment of a Martian — a truly naive observer, free from expectations and social conditioning — kinda loses its point when you stipulate a Martian who’s fully acquainted with the concepts of ‘left’, ‘childhood’ and ‘innocence’.
(Gedankenexperiments have of course been banned in most countries on ethical grounds, once it was shown that Gedankens do feel pain).
Every time this puppet or that is linked with homsexuality — Tellytubbies, Bert & Ernie, whatever — it always seems to be a rightwinger complaining of covert attempts to promote the Gay Agenda. But liberals are sexualising Sesame Street.
Is that idiot done pretending to be me?
Did he mention chickens?
One schizophrenic with an IP changer and a dearth where his life should be is not the entirety of Sadly, No!
Buggrit! I was badly misinformed.
…the premature sexualizing of children…
Yes, the Left should be more like the Catholic clergy, who don’t molest altar boys until they’ve matured properly.
Damn you people, it’s hard not riffing on this material.
Do we have to make sure the Martians and children are watching?
In my experience, no: they appear unbidden. Fuckin creepy. Creepy-ass, even.
Maybe he heard there was “bundling” and got all excited?
Something something Bindlestiff something.
In my experience, no: they appear unbidden. Fuckin creepy. Creepy-ass, even.
CRA is stuck in a Fredric Brown novel?
The gedankenexperiment of a Martian — a truly naive observer, free from expectations and social conditioning — kinda loses its point when you stipulate a Martian who’s fully acquainted with the concepts of ‘left’, ‘childhood’ and ‘innocence’.
It is as if Dennis Prager does not know the history of this thought experiment -slash- rhetorical device.
It’s like he assumes the Martian has been weaned on Evangelical sermons and Fox News. Natural Law being whatever Prager “thinks” it is.
“Spontaneous generation is an obsolete body of thought on the ordinary formation of living organisms without descent from similar organisms. Typically, the idea was that certain forms such as fleas could arise from inanimate matter such as dust, or that maggots could arise from dead flesh”–Wikipedia
By analogy, wingnut thoughts could arise from meteorite dust, I guess.
CRA said,
July 3, 2013 at 4:50
Was not me.
Yes, and it’s super-enjoyable. It’s like that time you were with a woman, only better, because I know what I’m doing.
Natural Law being whatever Prager “thinks” it is.
Indeed, why the expectation than Martians are anything like us when it comes to juveniles, or mating, or anything? Maybe they’d be shocked we only have two fixed(without intervention, anyway) physical sexes, or have two instead of one, or wait so long after sexual maturity to have sex, or have sex at all instead of budding. Maybe they’d just think we look funny. It is a truth universally acknowledged, though, that Prager is an idiot.
“Yeah we’re running a little bit hot tonite … I can barely see the [multiverse] from the heat comin on … ease down between my legs … ease the seat back”–Martian Space Traveler
I believe this is the definitive “What Martians Think” statement.
Wow, they speak English! You should forward your cars humping animation so they can improve their knowledge.
Nymjacked smutclydery needs moar Trebuchets to be convincing.
Indeed, why the expectation than Martians are anything like us when it comes to juveniles, or mating, or anything?
Unexpectedly, Prager’s Martians impose the same mental categories as him, think along identical lines, and are indistinguishable from Prager in every way apart from coming from Mars.
Much like his god, I suppose.
Poof.
What red-blooded American man wouldn’t want a roll in the hay with Dejah Thoris?
Frazetta and Boris’ depictions of the Red Martian Princess were, ahem, imprints for this pulp fan during his younger days.
Not to mention Conan and Tarzan’s various damsels…
And then there was this cover, which inspired quite a bit of friction.
(Hey. I was fifteen…)
Unexpectedly, Prager’s Martians impose the same mental categories as him, think along identical lines, and are indistinguishable from Prager in every way apart from coming from Mars.
I’m not so sure that Prager is from Earth.
Frazetta and Boris’ depictions of the Red Martian Princess were, ahem, imprints for this pulp fan during his younger days.
One of my college roommates and I used to have mock arguments about whose works looked better airbrushed on the side of a van, Frank’s or Boris’.
That had nothing on the ongoing coot or grebe controversy.
That’s not as pathetic as me sitting around at the same age watching Nightmare Theater every Friday night, waiting for them to pull the body of July 1959 Playmate Yvette Vickers out of the swamp in her wet sack-dress in Attack of the Giant Leeches.
” … Finally, the governor must submit to an anal ultrasound probe to prove that his head is not up there somewhere. … ”
Priceless, Thread Bear
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As to the post: All hail Roberto Clemente (not to mention Carl Furillo)
The main difference between those two (or, the curse of C.F’s Dodgers of that era) was that for the Dodgers 17/18 of those opponents’ opening triples were followed by clean, run-scoring base hits.
Happy 150th anniversary of Pickett’s Charge, the turn of the TiDoS tide!
One of my ancestors was at Gettysburg in the 1st Pennsylvania Reserves. We’re pretty sure he was just a cook. I have his bayonet, which is pretty cool.
Ha. One of my ancestors deserted from the Texas Rifles two weeks after there was a arrears in pay. First sign of intelligence in that side of the family.
Happy Birthday Franz Kafka!
And introducing the Right to Your Life’s new mascot: Jimmy, the man with lady parts!
My ancestors who fought in the civil war … were not pleased with the outcome.
I have an ancestor who was thrown out of Belfast for being a trouble maker, who came to the US enlisted in the Union Army, never fought a battle and for the rest of his life collected a disabled veteran’s pension. No one knows whether he was a fraud or was genuinely disabled in a non-combat accident.
I have an ancestor who was thrown out of Belfast for being a trouble maker
The authorities were alarmed by his penis.
And introducing the Right to Your Life’s new mascot: Jimmy, the man with lady parts!
He’s this decade’s answer to the “Get a brain, morans!!” guy.
According to one of our resident trolls, it’s hateful to tell the truth about people like the guy who regrets his abortion.
I have an ancestor who was thrown out of Belfast for being a trouble maker,
How much trouble do you have to make to get thrown out of Belfast?
I’m sorry, I was drunk when I wrote the above comment. Please delete it, Cerb.
All the trouble.
Oh my goodness. Here we go again. My hemorrhoids can’t handle the excitement
“By analogy, wingnut thoughts could arise from meteorite dust, I guess.”
You’re way, way overthinking this. Every “conservative” idea can be traced back to a film, action-adventure novel, TV show or comic book.
Yes, there’s some scholarly work is in the corpus delecti but in order to qualify it must be 18th or early 19th century, and completely discredited.
That “if Martians came to earth and saw our kids” nonsense is a good example.
Sigh. I see our troll is back. That didn’t take long.
OK troll, if you’re me, answer this question. What does a Mode 3 code of 7600 signify?
“KONG”
Must be King, or possibly Hong, but certainly not Major Kong.
I would stake my miserable life on the fact that the Major Kong we know here does not make disparaging remarks about women. He would consider it, like so much else, beneath him.
Still waiting for my answer.
Bonus question: what is Mode 3?
Second bonus question: what is Mode C?
Time’s up. Those were all very easy questions.
“Can’t go one morning without going into the DT’s if I don’t post here.”
It’s Always Projection! Einstein may have found relative exceptions to Newton, but I.A.P. is one equasion which is friggin IMMUTABLE!
And I bet it holds throughout the universe.
“Mooser, would you stake your life on DA never having made disparaging remarks about women?”
And exactly what the fuck is it to you if he has? Has it picked your pocket or broken your leg?
What the hell is your problem, asshole?.
Drat. I was hoping for a lame attempt at an answer.
Give him time, Major. He’ll have to look at old Mode Squad re-runs to find the answer.
“A wise man here once said that when you point your finger at someone, there’s always three fingers pointing right back at you. Which in a manner of speaking and a bit of irony, I guess it is always projection.”
Holy Makeral, I didn’t know somebody who failed home-school was capable of such sharp repartee
But I guess it’s time for him to get deep in his bottle of vintage whine.
Pretty close actually.
Mode 3 is the standard transponder mode for all aircraft used by air traffic control for identification and tracking and consists of 4 randomly assigned digits.
A Mode 3 code of 7600 does indeed signify radio failure.
Mode C is altitude reporting, which lets air traffic control know what altitude you’re at.
“Radio communications failure. Mode 3 is the transponder number fir the emergency frequency you’d use to transmit the call.”
Give the man a chit for his clothes, a small white towel, a tube-a-lube, and point him gently toward the hot-tub! You’ve made it Denny!
Hey fellas, look up, here’s fresh meat!
“And it’s ‘Mod Squad’, not ‘Mode Squad’.”
Okay,okay, you’re so smart, we’re gonmna give you entre to the steam room and the sauna. Cause you’re too darn hot!
Heh. Judge Fun.
http://www.oregonlive.com/washingtoncounty/index.ssf/2013/07/man_convicted_of_sexually_assa.html
I thought the “three fingers pointed back at you would give me a chance to link to the Nightingale’s version of “Judge Not (That Ye Be Not Judged, Jesus Said)” but it’s not on you-Tube.
Me, I’m going home on the morning train. This morning me and a friend, who we will call Kevin will finish up rehearsing the Kris Kristofferson song “Why Me, Lord?” for a performance at St. Pauls Episcopal Church. Organ, electric guirar and Latin percussion. (And oy yes, we look just like the picture, except he plays guitar and I play keys.)
Okay, so I’m a Jewish guy from New York who is crazy about Gospel and Church songs. So Nue, so Soiux! What’s a matter, you’ve never seen “The Jazz Singer” This is the Goldenah Medina! Anything can happen!
Dora is healing very nicely from her TTA (tits, thighs and ass) operation.
Frankly, I wish she would keep shaving her legs. I never quite realised how, errr…shapely…
This is getting serious. I may have to seek help. With every post from Dennis, I realise how infatuated and obssessed I am with him! Good Lord, how did it come to this! Maybe Thomas Mann knows?
“Can’t go one morning without going into the DT’s if I don’t post here.”
Tell you what. Try never posting here for the rest of your life, and see if we don’t all go into neurological crisis.
Heh. Judge Fun.
I have never seen a picture that made me want less to click on the “View full size” option.
“I have never seen a picture that made me want less to click…”
My wife (you know after 23 years, on July 15th, I still love to say that!) was perusing the local paper (The Kitsap Sun) online, and there was the grandsire of a local family which she used to baby-sit for! being held for child-rape. Multiple counts, if I’m not mistaken.
Really, there’s a simple explanation, I’ve seen it time and time again. See, afluent people are living longer and longer, and while they are alive, and holding the assets, they must be permitted all, lest the disowning starts. Look, if the Emperor wants to walk around buck-naked, I don’t care, but somebody should point out he’s suffering from character disintegration and dementia. Or you can bankrupt the family defending the child-rape charges.
Frankily, I blame Reagen and Thatcher. They were the ones (with the assistance of our lovely media, which made dementia and senility a prerequisite for leadership.
Of course, I’m not cynical enough to accept an explanation like that.
“MF’er called my house 45 times and was rude to my wife and doxxes the shit out of me on the internet, and he chose this blog as his own personal Gettysburg.”
I knew there was good stuff in DA! Sure, sometimes I have my doubts, but DA’s sterling qualities and right-thinking actions alwaqys come through.
If only he could find you sleeping on a park-bench and stuff a cake of soap in your mouth. It’d do you more good than a week at the sea-shore!
“and he chose this blog as his own personal Gettysburg.”
“Four-score and seven prank calls ago, our four-fathers….” See? Gay marriage has great American origins! Abe Lincoln says so!
“I am talking to you, you fudgepacking Jew bag”
I knew that wouldn’t take long. True to form, every time.
“If he did that to me you’d have to consider any unintended consequences, Mooser. Something mommy-party liberals are never very good at doing.”
Wow, is this one a non-secreter, as well as a non-starter, or what?
“Don’t be an idiot, Mooser. I didn’t write that.”
Oh for Christ’s goddam sake! Are you starting this again. Of course you wrote it, it’s got your goddam name on it! Not to mention the familiar, if exceedingly unpleasent, smell.
Arer you bug-fuck nuts? “I didn’t write that!” There it is pal, with your pitiful name on it.
Denny ol pal, can you explain, in simple words which sequentially make some kind of sense, what it is you hope to accomplish here? C’mon now put your home-schooling to good use.
“You are a very odd duck, you know that?”
You have no fucking idea, none how lucky you are you said “odd duck” instead of ‘ill eagle’!
Go ahead and try it, jerk, and see what happens.
Well, I gotta say it, he has his good points. For instance if Dennis was living in your knife-drawer, you’ll never cut your finger reaching for him!
Hey, can I cut ’em down to size, or what!
Reagan, especially. I think his tenure was when the puppet masters discovered you could run an empty suit, and much of the media would go along. Then they made certain, by gutting laws intended to stop this very thing, and got most of the media concentrated in a very few hands.
It was during Iran-Contra, when the choices as reported in my then local paper, the Austin American-Statesman, were: a) Reagan was complicit in deliberately flouting Congress, and should be impeached; or b) Reagan was unaware of what his underlings were doing and had no control over them, making him incompetent, and should be impeached. Needless to say, the AAS was drawing no such conclusion, instead kept burbling about “the Teflon (TM) President” and basically cooing over the bastard.
“People have been nym-jacking me since I started posting here a couple years ago.”
Maybe that’s because they don’t like you? Yes, hard to credit, I know, since you are just bristling with all the most attractive qualities, but there’s no accounting for taste.
Gosh, if only there was another website you could go to. Click the “help” button on your browser, and it’ll show you how.
And Sadly, No! while it has many many fine qualities, does not provide escort service for the so obviously curious-yellow.
So you’ve been posting here for years? What is it you want here?
Eggs-ackly, VC, that’s how I saw it, too.
Hope I die before I get old.
Okay, I see the pattern, like it isn’t hitting us all in the eye like a smack from a wet fish.
He whines and mewls and ‘poor me’s as Dennis, and when he gets called on it, assumes another name and gets scatological and bigoted.
And then denies he wrote all that.
And to think I derided the commenters who said he could be dangerous. And he is escalating, right on schedule. Yup, you guys got yourself a live one. And I need a shower before rehearsal.
” then why are you acting all put out when someone else does it to you?”
Would you like to cite the comment in which I ever complained about anybody nym-jacking me? Imitation, no matter how pale, is the sincerest form of flattery.
So, would you like to cite the comment which supports your contention? Hell, you can’t even support your hose, let alone your contentions.
Hope I die before I get old.
Hol’ up, you say you’ve been married to your second moosette for 23 years? Um…
Note.
“Seems almost, oh what’s the word…..hypocritical?”
Really? I’m surprised a straight shooter like you even knows the definition of the word. Amazing that you can so acutely perceive it in others when you posess not a particle of it yourself. What a deep- throated soul you have.
BTW, I’ve discovered a cream which’ll do wonders for those stigmata, if you rub it in good every day.
“And I don’t particularly care if you believe me or not
Oh, you don’t need to say that. The multiple posts pleading the point (and against plain reality, too) make that obvious!
I mean, if you cared, why would you keep posting about it?
Mooser, please stop feeding the troll. You ask what it hopes to accomplish here. Well it’s accomplished exactly what it wanted, someone’s attention. Ignore it and it will crawl back under the rock from whence it came. Or at least go elsewhere.
“Ehh…there’s been no whining.”
Now, you’ve been a big, brave boy, and only whimpered a bit at your deflowering.
“Well it’s accomplished exactly what it wanted, someone’s attention”
It’s absolution he wants, not attention. As to why he thinks he’ll find it here….
However, Pup, your request is reasonable, and recalls me to myself (hear that faint trumpeting?) and I will acede to it. I’m done.
But I can’t help thinking Dennis got the brain that Igor picked by mistake.
ATIA.
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” I took a break this morning and DA started this shitstorm once again, then he stopped posting.”
Unbelievable. Let me ask you something, fella. Do you spend your evening crawling all the gay bars in town to prove you’re not gay?
Yeah, I stopped posting for a few hours because I have a life, Dennis.
I strongly urge you to get one at your earliest convenience .
As for whether or not Mooser got nym-jacked, FWIW there was a post purportedly by him that vanished after the IP-related clean up, though my response to it didn’t. I guess it was MAGIC.
Is she the second moosette? I know Mooser’s her second, as he keeps pointing out her first did not survive the experience. Of course (almost) 23 years … (congratulations, btw). Also, I remember thinking a family friend was terribly old, but now I’m about the age she was then, it’s not so old. I guess as long as I’m younger than Skinny Mick and his buds ai’m not gonna worry about it.
This year will see my 23rd anniversary, too, so I can speak from experience when I say it makes one OLD OLD OLD.
I’m not old, I’m just properly seasoned.
And hey, if we live long enough we’ll soon be able to just get a replacement body. As long as your noggin stays healthy I guess…
Why don’t you ask him what is favorite color is Mooser? You know, start with questions even a 3rd grader could answer.
You use this blog as your Facebook page. Some life, my friend.
Gee, Dennis, either I’m having the DTs here when you don’t comment, or I use this blog as my Facebook page despite having a Facebook page under my real name as well.
Since you know me so well, tell me what color car I was driving today. I mean, you’re almost on a roll here, little buddy.
20th next year, OBS. We’re probably gonna go to Paris to celebrate, to walk in the footsteps of the great contributors to French culture like Charles Baudelaire, Victor Hugo, and Jacques Cousteau.
Congrats to
CerberusKerberos!This year will see my 23rd anniversary, too…
Pff. Children. 28 here. Old? Chronologically, yes.
My wife (you know after 23 years, on July 15th, I still love to say that!) was perusing the local paper (The Kitsap Sun) online, and there was the grandsire of a local family which she used to baby-sit for! being held for child-rape. Multiple counts, if I’m not mistaken.
When I was married, my ex and I were going through the local paper and we saw that the manager of the local Subway was arrested for molesting a 15-year-old girl who worked for him. This was the Subway where my teenage stepdaughter used to work!
We immediately asked her about it, and she nonchalantly said yeah, the guy came on to her and talked creepy-dirty to her and her girlfriend all the time.
The tops of our heads came off: “Why didn’t you tell us?”
She shrugged. “I just told him to fuck off, and that was the end of it.”
I never really got along with her, but boy, that was one time I was glad she was the way she was.
“I know Mooser’s her second, as he keeps pointing out her first did not survive the experience.”
He lived, but he limps, the result of a small-caliber bullet which luckily, missed his femoral artery. Like Tiny Tim, he lived, and did not die.
It was going badly for my wife-to-be at the trial. The prosecuter kept on saying she shot him because he didn’t get the can out to the curb in time for the truck. But she was able to explain the the Superior Court Judge that in fact, she accidently shot him when he tried to tell her the garbage truck would come back for the can if he called them
When the Judge heard that, she asked her: “He actually tried to tell you the garbage truck would come back for a late can?”
“Yes, Your Honoress, that’s what he said” she averred.
“Men!” said the Judge, “they’re all the same, aren’t they? Case dismissed!”
And she was released, without stain on her character. We met soon after, when she pointed out a stain on my tie. “Pesto, isn’t it” she asked, and our common interest in Italian cuisine brought us together.
And now it’s been 23 years, I think. Better check the date on the license, it’s got to expire sometime.
And hey, if we live long enough we’ll soon be able to just get a replacement body.
And then suddenly the punishment for juvenile delinquency will be changed to decapitation. Dick Cheney is looking hungrily at Justin Bieber as we speak.
“Al Gore said it best when he said leopards don’t change their stripes.”
It was Kipling, dumkopf, in “Jungle Tales”
But that’s not a new thing.
You’ve admitted to waking up in the middle of the night to see what I may have posted in the morning, since we’re 3 time zones apart
Guilty, your honor, I call it “take a shit and check up on a dipshit”.
By 11:00 my time and you’d seen nothing from me, you decided to fire the first salvo
Did I? I mentioned “one of our resident trolls”. How do you know I was talking about you, Dennis? By what process of logic, reasoning and facts did you come to the conclusion that I “Fired the first salvo”?
Now, if you want to take ownership of the belief I attributed to an unnamed troll, or, indeed, you want to claim the identity of the unnamed troll, as Conrad Hilton once wrote, “Be my guest.”
Too-de-loo, Dennis.
In two weeks we will celebrate 21 years of being not-married. We’ll be on the road, riding our motorpickles down to Laguna Seca for the MotoGP race. We shall take a VERY indirect route, crisscrossing the Cascades and playing on the fabulous roads in northern Cali.
We are contemplating getting real-married, now that we are getting some respect.
Can the Cushite change his skin, Dennis? Yes or no, if you please.
“and Jacques Cousteau.”
I’ve seen his stuff. Makes me want to shout: “Diver, leave those fish alone!” He’s lucky it’s a silent world, or all they’ed all by screaming “That man in the rubber suit tried to touch me!” It’s just one big submersible feast for him, innit?
Where’s a great white when you need one? Come to think of it, that’s a problem above the surface, too.
Congrats. May your killfiles be forever effective.
Yes. http://imgur.com/CHsBT.jpg
We are contemplating getting real-married, now that we are getting some respect.
Will one of you change your last name? Is that the final detail that’s delaying official officiateds?
Yup Black God, that Dennis weilds Occam’s Bludgeon with great skill and finesse. En garde!
We are contemplating getting real-married, now that we are getting some respect.
Well I don’t know about “respect” exactly but potential congratulations on the potential nuptials. “Gheytials?”
I have one like that.
Suddenly: caravan of motorhomes and Priuses.
Hmm, “Priuses”? “Prius”? “Prii”?
WTF is plural of “stupid ugly Toyota eco car”?
Did I? I mentioned “one of our resident trolls”. How do you know I was talking about you, Dennis?
Don’t you see, it’s because you are obsessed and infatuated!
Also, Mooser, I want to apologize if you thought I showed any cowardice when the nym-stealers started overruning this blog, it was a strategy retreat.
strategic
I had forgotten how many cool names there are in Don Quixote.
Espartafilardo del Bosque has long been a favorite.
Pandafilando de la Fosca Vista is even more cumbersome,
as is Bradabarbarán de Boliche.
Lanzarote del Lago would be a certain knight of the round table;
Preste Juan de las Indias should translate easy, too.
Micocolembo is a place or kingdom, if I recall.
Who could forget Princess Miaulina, or Acalaus el Encantador, or Mambrino and his magic helmet?
I should reread the books in Spanish, so as to learn it better. I enjoyed them in English, although as a whole they seemed in need of editing.
Well, you can do what you want to Abe, but next time you see me coming you can explain why I lived with my first wife for years “without benefit of clergy” and much sooner after we got married than the years we waited, we got divorced.
The second time around, I made sure that wouldn’t happen, by asking her to marry me before I had even met her. Worked out much better, I think. Oh, there’s a bit of “brandishing” from time to time, but no shots fired, and “the conversation with the flying plates” goes on.
We are contemplating getting real-married, now that we are getting some respect.
Dibs on the cheapest thing in Pup’s registry.
“or Mambrino and his magic helmet?”
I always thought it was “a spear and magic helmet” or am I thinking of something else?
Registry? I expect to get hammered for free.
STOP.
As long as your noggin stays healthy I guess…
I gots migraines, so I’ll need a new noggin, too.
“Gheytials?”
I believe “homonups” is canonical.
“stupid ugly Toyota eco car”
They’re not ugly, they’re just homely. Bless their hearts.
I always thought it was “a spear and magic helmet” or am I thinking of something else?
SMOG!!!!!!!!
WTF is plural of “stupid ugly Toyota eco car”?
There is an actual official answer to that question.
I like my Prius, whatever people think about the design. It’s been good to me, and it’s paid off. I have always kinda regretted letting the wife pick green, tho.
I like mine, too, but it is pretty homely. We got the silver, I liked the green better but they didn’t have any. The spoose just drove a Volt and said it was WAY more fun to drive, though.
I just can’t stand the look of the Prii (thanks DKW!), any of ’em. And it seems like there’s eleventy bazillion of them on the roads around here, always getting in my way. And I just know they’re doing it on purpose!
Here we go again
Are the Priuses (Priuii?) you guys have reliable, in terms of starting in cold weather, enough range, highway acceleration, and all the other things that gasoline addicts like myself worry about?
Also, now I want to know what “gat sex” is.
I doubt I’d want a car without an in-dash nav system. Totally dependent on that now. I haven’t driven a Volt.
The Prius (2007) had several minor recalls, but nothing annoying or life-threatening. It has been very dependable.
tigris said,
July 3, 2013 at 21:25 (kill)
Nope.
I doubt I’d want a car without an in-dash nav system.
Waze is free and better than what came with the Prius.
Range is not an issue with Priuses. Acceleration is OK, not bad, not stellar; I would notice if it was bad enough. Starting in cold weather has not been a problem, but it just ain’t a snow car, seems to have handling issues and can’t handle any real depth. I think there’s a known braking problem on snow, not sure. Feels that way, but it’s snow.
I want better nav than stock prius, but I want it built-in. And gotta have voice command capability.
Do have snow tires? We never got around to it but wondered if they improved the feel. Our old Altima sucked on snow, but was like a whole new car with snow tires.
“We shall take a VERY indirect route, crisscrossing the Cascades and playing on the fabulous roads in northern Cali.”
I did that, lo, these many years ago, on, off all things, a BSA 500 single. The forks leaked, and washed the grease out of the front wheel-bearings, and I spent the homeward leg with the bike pointed in one direction, and the front wheel another.
And we left no turn unstoned. Of course, I was navigating by the polestar all men’s needles point to, and when we reached SF I rode my bike up the stairs to my girlfriends apartment, and that evening we went to see “La Strada” ( “Mommy, Mommy, a man on a motorcycle”) But in my own personal satyricon I soon suspected I had lost my girlfriend to another woman. Her flatmate confirmed this by throwing both me and my bike back down the stairs, at the same time.. . I thought it was a rather unattractive display of temper, but was in no position to argue. I didn’t know she liked ’em that rough.
And then the ride home (SLC) with the crooked wheel. Those were the days, I think. True story, although I hardly believe it myself.
No snow tires. I was too broke first WI winter, and too stupid for the second, which was a bit schizo anyway: not much snow until late in the season, then a few real storms.
“I have always kinda regretted letting the wife pick green,”
Yes, I sometimes regret having married a woman much younger than me. But she ripened with time.
Will one of you change your last name?
We will hyphenate, prolly.
“Get a job LOSER”
Are you talking about w,ww, wo, oh crap, now my allergy is acting up.
This is going too far! Are you just going to let this, this, person makes obscene suggestions like this?
O_O
my own personal satyricon
Heh. I would have thought that riding the bike up the stairs the first time (before La Strada) would have made your point sufficiently. Maybe you deserved the tumble for riding it back up.
Are the Priuses (Priuii?) you guys have reliable, in terms of starting in cold weather, enough range, highway acceleration, and all the other things that gasoline addicts like myself worry about?
Prii are hybrids and not battery electric vehicles. They burn gas, the electrics are there just to improve efficiency. The “range” on a regular Prius liftback is something like 600 miles. For cold weather starts, they use the gas engine. Even the plug-in hybrid. Highway acceleration? It’s still a family oriented compact to mid-size sedan, so no.
What exactly is a Jew bag? And how many Jews can it hold?
“I doubt I’d want a car without an in-dash nav system.”
Do yourself a favor and keep your eyes on the road. Also helps to know where you’re going before you leave. And leave no turn unstoned!
Finally, there’s Kevin. well, let’s get to work. See ya all later, thanks for allowing me to foregather with you this morning.
Also, now I want to know what “gat sex” is.
I think I saw that in a bad Lydia Lunch movie in the 80s.
What exactly is a Jew bag? And how many Jews can it hold?
Five, if one of them is fairly small. The plug-in version loses the rear rumble seat to make space for additional batteries.
Yes, the Prius aren’t known for their acceleration, but they do deliver a very smooth ride, and they are very easy on the gas. In my experience the gas mileage is roughly about a gallon of gas from between 48 to 60 MPH.
Mooser, you were gonna ride that motorcycle up and down the stairs every day, weren’t you?
We will hyphenate, prolly.
Hyphens are excellent.
“Maybe you deserved the tumble for riding it back up.”
Maybe if I had the slightest bit of experience or brains concerning the subject, I would have seen what the situation was as soon as I stuck my head in the door, and shrugged my shoulders, said, “guess I’m not needed here” and ridden away. No, I had to find out the hard way.
Of course, what I’ll never admit to is that she pulled the same thing on me twice. She was an extraordinary girl in certain respects, and I can very easily see someone developing a violent preference for her, and wanting to exclude other interests. Besides, her new friend towered over me and threw a hell of a punch.
I know what I thought when I saw that phrase, and I desperately want to unthink it. But the ability to do such things seems to come with many unpleasant side effects (isn’t that what the eingers are doing?), so I guess I’ll just live with it.
I think I saw that in a bad Lydia Lunch movie in the 80s.
Never heard of her, so I Googled her. THANKS A FUCKING LOT.
(Altho srsly…I read a Vice interview with her and she does seem like an interesting person)
“wingers,” not “eingers.” Damn tablet.
her new friend towered over me
I had imagined you as a sizeable fellow, which’d make this lady truly exceptional. But you’re gone now, to do work with Kevin or somethin
This year will see my 23rd anniversary, too, so I can speak from experience when I say it makes one OLD OLD OLD.
march saw 28 for hubbkf and i…’twas but a teen when we tied the knot…
The Pussy Weasel is one of those sex toys that has to be used very very carefully.
I did that, lo, these many years ago, on, off all things, a BSA 500 single
And your teeth are probably still vibrating. Those weren’t exactly the smoothest running bikes.
jesus h…
jesus h…
Tapdancing, dinosaur-riding Christ?
Yes. http://imgur.com/CHsBT.jpg
I hear from a friend that there are pills available for that.
Probably explains his preference for tender plants. Possibly also the short temper.
The bikes I ride are mountain style. Yours?
Crotch rockets, of course.
Tapdancing, dinosaur-riding Christ?
Tapdancing WHILE riding the dinosaur?!
That is a miracle.
BTW, here’s what I did this weekend. http://imgur.com/a/Jf27q
Nice scenery, Pupienus, but there’s a shiny red thing keeps butting into the foreground.
I read a Vice interview with her and she does seem like an interesting person
In all fairness, Teenage Jesus & The Jerks was a great band.
You better RUN through the jungle.
Spooky!
The bikes I ride are mountain style. Yours?
Are we talking the motorized variety or bicycles?
Hey, DKW–enjoy Dave Bolland.
(Poor fucker had all of a week to savor the Cup-winning goal before getting whisked to LEAFS SUCK.)
Are we talking the motorized variety or bicycles?
To be a true renaissance
manperson you must ride all of them.Buying a motorcycle would probably cost me my marriage, so that’s not gonna happen.
Not sure I’d be brave enough to ride one any more. I almost got killed on one back in the 80s, and that was before everyone drove a giant SUV with a cell phone in one hand and a Starbucks latte in the other.
So, military coup in Egypt.
Major employers should have a voice in things I guess.
jesus h…
Tapdancing, dinosaur-riding Christ?
yep…this troll crap is maddening…and the next person who engages gets a junkpunch*
*rhetorical, metaphorical, hyperbolic, etc…
I almost killed a motorcyclist a couple of months ago. He was low to the ground and way over in the right side of the lane obscured by parked cars and I pulled out in front of him. He was right to be pissed – he almost died – but damned if I could see him until the front of the vehicle was in his way.
So hug that center line!
So hug that center line!
Depends on the circumstances. Sometimes toward the line is better for visibility, sometimes the outside. The rule really is, ride in such a way that you don’t surprise people if at all possible.
Cage drivers are flighty and easily spooked.
Cagers are oblivious. Fuckemall.
Cagers are oblivious. Fuckemall.
hey now! my little brother was killed in a motorcycle accident by a teenage girl cager…i am VERY on the look out for motorcycles…and i try to stay as far away as possible…
I will here note that my TARGETED ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT was an eastside one-percenter who seemed a little addled himself.
I think I got them all, let me know if I missed any.
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Pup – you’re engaged? Congrats, dear. Did anybody get a ring ? Of any kind? No – don’t tell me -TMI.
Being a major PG Wodehouse fan, I will be sending the customary fishslice.
Provider_UNE said,
I think I got them all, let me know if I missed any.
Is this still the motorcyclist conversation?
Being a major PG Wodehouse fan, I will be sending the customary fishslice.
I shall throw a bun on Pupienus’ behalf.
I think I got them all, let me know if I missed any.
Hitler said,
July 3, 2013 at 21:49
‘nuther one 3 minutes later
I shall throw a bun on Pupienus’ behalf.
Does that mean you’re dancing at the bachelor party?
I am awesome, Denny’s! Thanks for the compliment, insincere as it was. I am certain I could spot you 8 events in a decathlon of whatever it is you think you are of above average talent i.e you get to choose the 8 events that you would perceive to hold a superior advantage over me, I choose two events that I am absolutely certain to destroy the competition (in this case you.)
I hope you take screenshots as scalps to prove that you were a warrior hero, ’cause nothing you contributthurt will stay out of the trash for long.
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Thanks QuadB, lots of shit to sift through. done and done!
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Hey Provider, backup is here as needed.
Suezboo said,
July 4, 2013 at 1:40
good bog, i love you!
Thanks QuadB, lots of shit to sift through. done and done!
I’m working graveyard shifts this week- it’s nice to wake up and see scant evidence that there had been a major troll infestation, but that all of asshole’s comments are deleted.
Give it enough time, and he might develop a new hobby. In the interim, I expect a full-on “LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL” style meltdown- a meLLLLLLLLLLLLtdown, if you will.
I’m working graveyard shifts this week
Welcome to my world.
We exchanged rings at our totally not official (even so, his father could have been defrocked for officiating) not-wedding all those years ago. I recently got him some new tires for his bike though.
Welcome to my world.
Yeah, realm of the sleep-deprived… or sleep-depraved.
Is this still the motorcyclist conversation?Is this still the motorcyclist conversation?
It could be…though given that my daily conveyance is on a self powered two wheeler I am not sure what angles could be worked into the discussion. My other vehicle has shoes on it.
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realm of the sleep-deprived
I get my sleep on the installment plan.
This is ground control to Major Tom………
I’ll be patient and wait for your next post, Provider.
Teenage Jesus & The Jerks was a great band.
Seconded.
I used to be friends with Bradley, the drummer. He had, hands down, the coolest apartment on the lower East Side. ‘Twas there I met my first Ramone. Ah, yoot!
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was fuckin’ bitchen’!!
Teenage Jesus & The Jerks
I don’t know their music, but always thought the name was inspired.
Put some blogging heads together and you know what we decided?
That we’re Sadly, No! Snarkist comedy blog and home to some of the most wonderfully acerbic motherfuckers this planet has ever known and there’s a shit-ton more we can do than give a single momentary fuck about one fucking lifeless shitstain. So let’s all just make like his mother and stop giving a fuck whether he lives or dies and make some changes that actually matter like fixing up some of the backend stuff, instituting some backdoor changes that probably have been long overdue anyways, and from there, who knows?
Dennis is Dennis, proof that we truly are the liberal elite, shroud in our ivory towers of snark, high atop our pink fairytale castles. So fuck it, POOP jokes, incurable pun-itis, arguments about indie rock and motorcycles, and all that jazz.
If this is our hot tub, then Dennis isn’t the floater, he’s the bouncy ball we bat around for a few hours before the patrols come by and pop his little ego boosted bubble.
So have fun, ignore him, taunt his complete lack of a point, drop us a line to let us know (cerberussadlyno at gmail dot com). Every time he appears, he’ll be gone soon, so enjoy.
This is our totally not serious comedy blog, our downtime where we bitterly laugh at what a joke our country and systems have always been and how slow the arrival of justice is.
And what bigger joke is there than a man who thinks that he can single handedly rewrite reality by just upscaling the tiny little playground bully tactics that made him King Asshole in the 2nd grade?
Have fun, everyone, and snark on.
And on the actual important note, MUAHAHA, oh the plans we make.
That we’re Sadly, No! Snarkist comedy blog and home to some of the most wonderfully acerbic motherfuckers this planet has ever known and there’s a shit-ton more we can do than give a single momentary fuck about one fucking lifeless shitstain.
Hear! Hear! It’s the free-wheeling nature of this blog that is the main appeal. It’s “snark central” as far as I’m concerned, and I don’t know if I would be blogging if it hadn’t been for the example set by the Sadlynaughts, both front pagers and commentariat.
Nice statement. Really nice.
It occurred to me that there is something Dennis (& Co.) could do to really prove their mettle. (1) Abandon known identities — no more Dennis, for example. (2) Here, at least, be the super people you claim to be. (3) Bask in the newfound acclaim you’ll receive on account of being actually laudable, in our estimation, this way or that — there are various paths.
No IP changes needed — the S,N! bloggers have effectively given you carte blanche to stop “shitting the bed” and become accepted members of this commentariat … although, again I must stress that certain identities should be dropped altogether. Those “people” are gonna be personas non gratas [sic] ad infinitum. Don’t fight it, let em go! Or just go.
Oh hey, now this is a GREAT idea. Maybe we should, you know, get one for around here. Totally.
I’d be happy if this place would go back to not being about the troll.
…and yes I’m looking in certain directions.
Boring troll is boring.
Please don’t make it “Boring troll blog is boring”.
Oh hey, now this is a GREAT idea. Maybe we should, you know, get one for around here. Totally.
You must be joking!
I’d be happy if this place would go back to not being about the troll.
…and yes I’m looking in certain directions.
Yeah, time to get rid of the troll codependency. As I’ve said before, it’s not a profound spiritual act of consensual hetero awesomeness, it’s just two weirdos jerking off in a warehouse.
You must be joking!
Dude! I can’t even TELL anymore!!
Dude! I can’t even TELL anymore!!
There’s an app for that!
And nice story about Lydia Lunch and a Ramone. I love to hear that sort of thing.
You must be joking!
Deserves a link!
Yeah, DeeDee and Lydia were regulars up at Bradley’s. Met Chance once too but he was just plain scary.
Also, when you think about it, I guess it was inevitable that the world’s first snark-o-meter would be invented by the French.
Cerberus said,
July 4, 2013 at 6:37
snark on
Reminiscent of old-school Johnny Flame, and his transmogrification command word.
Also, too: It’s clobberin’ time!
Flame On yourself, hot stuff.
And don’t forget to bring The Thing.
Why……………………those comics were FILTHY!!
New post!
Death to America!
Some years back, I used to read Sadly more often than I have been able to recently, and I really enjoyed the attitude toward trolls. Which as near as I could tell was not to ban them or delete their posts, but rather to encourage them, egg them on, and then eat them alive. A little reading of that sort of thing was a great restorative when I was feeling low.
Apparently though, things have changed. I can’t read most of the posts in real time, so I’m gonna miss all that kind of thing.
What is it? Are you all getting more sensitive? Are you all getting more mannerly as you age? I don’t think that’s happening to me. Maybe if I keep reading here it will?
Not speaking for anybody but myself: an endless back-and-forth of “YOU DON’T HAVE A LIFE” does not get more interesting as the irony increases. When killfiles work that’s fine and easily ignored. When boring trolls and boring responders to trolls insist on avoiding the killfiles there’s a bunch of boring shit to wade through.
I dunno, Gary Ruppert was fun but folks like shoelimpy and The Fool were always a chore. I think there was a time you couldn’t even use the word “fool” because there was a filter to keep him out.
I remain convinced that The Fool (or “Cosmic Charlie”, as he called himself on Alicublog) was actually a guy I used to be friends with in high school who resurfaced on Facebook a couple years ago and seemed OK until he started having regular meltdowns about women he hated and how punk rock ruined everything. He even had the same humorless, pompous writing style and pretensions to being politically progressive despite his misogyny, authoritarianism, Islamophobia, and all-around lack of self-awareness. Now he’s trying to run for President as an independent candidate, but he isn’t actually doing much more than jabber on his Facebook page. If he started hanging on blogs to settle some old score with me, I apologize for inadvertently inflicting him on Sadlyville.
Or they could be two completely different embarrassing douchebags. That’s possible too.
TIM KALEMKARIAN?
Nope.
I will not say his name. It’s like summoning the thing that should not be.
“As for whether or not Mooser got nym-jacked, FWIW there was a post purportedly by him that vanished”
My stance on this, which puts my best foot forward, my shoulder to the wheel, my nose to the grindstone and my face to the wind, is this:
This is someone else’s blog which provides space for me (and others) to comment. Once those comments are submitted, they become the property of the blog-owner, and he is free to do whatever he deems best for his blog with them. If he wishes to delete them for any reason, or no reason at all, he is free to do so. In fact, I rather wish he would. Can I submit a list, sort of winnow out some of the b-grade stuff, cull the litter, reduce the over-punulation problem?