This BBQ brisket, Shibb, is it just somebody hangin’ around the street with a smoker or is it a bbq joint? I got this mental image of some guy with a big smoker on wheels on a street corner.
You must, of course, go with the fortune. How else are you gonna know what to do <snerk> IN BED!<snerk>
There’s a BBQ joint here in Saint Louis that has their big smoker out front on the street. You can eat inside in the restaurants; but the cookin’ in done out front in the street. I haven’t been there, just driven by.
I think you should go to the Thai place and get pra ram for something different.
Course if it was me, I’d go for BBQ.
So what did Shibb have for lunch? And what will he being doing in bed?
Didja notice that Taters 'fessed up to TDY being temporary duty, which leaves the “Y” unassigned? So what does the “Y” stand for? That Navy, it’s got to have its secrets.
Temporary Duty Yaks?
Temporary Duty Yucks?
Temporary Duty for Yuppies?
Temporary Duty Yeast? (To grow up, I suppose.)
Temporary Duty Yawns? (Truth in advertising, maybe?)
The board was slow for me earlier, otherwise I’d have thrown in a vote for the burrito.
Taters, if you do end up in San Diego, let me know. I don’t know if you’ve been here before, but if you need suggestions, etc. feel free to pick my brain.
I gotta say, I have absolutely no idea what pra ram is. Please explain. The BBQ place is a small service gas station that let’s a guy run a BBQ counter inside. He has a big, black smoker outside and a couple of hand-lettered signs. I’ve had his pulled pork last week and it was good, so I want to try the brisket. I’ll grab a menu next time I’m in and let you know what’s on offer. Right now I’m leaning towards BBQ or Chinese, for the simpler logistics involved.
Also, as a side note, it looks like today might be a really bad day. It started off with my daughter coming in to complain that her stomach was upset at 2 am. She didn’t go to school. Then one of my work crews got in late because there was an accident. I grabbed a coffee and toasted bagel w/ butter for breakfast but the place didn’t really toast the bagel and then drenched it in a ton of butter so the net result was a soggy, nasty mess. Now comes the worst part. I’ve got a lot of customers scheduled tomorrow and Saturday (we don’t always work Saturdays). The Saturday places are short turn around because they’re rental units. So I got a call a while ago from Detective W from St. Pete Beach police who wants to “talk to” two of the women on my main team. Something went missing a while ago at one of my customers in SPB, and the woman whose house it is claims to have hidden cameras throughout her house. She’s nice enough, and worst of all she’s the one who recommended these two to me since they used to work for her with another company. (We do background checks but they don’t always catch everyone) So I’ve got my fingers crossed but I don’t like the way this is looking. If I lose 2 people off this team it’s going to be a long, hard day tomorrow and Saturday. This is not what I need right now. Grrrrrrr. Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop smoking crack.
So, first I’m told that the page can’t be found. Then I’m sent all the way back to the Straight Dope Homepage. I make my way back to the MMP to see if my latest pearls of wisdom and hilarity made it to the thread. Bumbazine’s name appears as the last poster, and I remember I posted after him. Shucky darn, I’ll have to re-write it, I think to myself, and it’s never quite as piquant the second time araound.
But then, on preview, I see my original words in print on the thread. So, it it my computer that is conspiring against me to make me think I’m not posting, or is it the internet itself? Or is it the Navy? Just how paranoid should I be?
Personally, I like your last definition. A lot of these TDYs are a big YAWN.
Actually, I work for the Army, not the Navy, although we do have Navy, AF, and CG personnel assigned here to the hospital.
The “Y” doesn’t stand for anything, in and of itself. I’m not real sure, but because the word duty ends in “Y” the “DY” probably stands for duty.
Rue, I was reading your post about the pb/nanner/honey sammiches aloud to Mr. Taters. He got a big laugh out of it, especially the part about being a no good punk. He now wants to try this sammich and I will have to get the ingredients because I’m out of honey and nanners.
Speaking of nanners of and in themselves, I only like 'em when they’re still somewhat green. Not so green that they’re impossible to peel because they’re hard and still taste like wood. Once one, eeny-weeny, itsy-bitsy fleck of brown appears, or even if the banana is just plain yellow, without green, I refuse to eat 'em. I don’t like ripe bananas in the least. So, this leaves me to ask, when folks are making their nanner sammiches (sanniches), do they use ripe or my definition of a just perfect banana?
Finally, I think Ex was trying to sound all curmudgeonly because I called him nothing but a big ol’ softie either on the first or second page of this thread.
If you could track down the jackass with the bagpipes and hit him over the head with a brick, that’d be swell.
And a late entry:
Subway
I don’t like hazelnuts. I like filberts.
I used to like 'em too, but Bert kept getting all cranky when he got too full. Get it? “Fill Berts?” It’s a joke, see.
Kallessa, I think the Navy is eating your posts. You’ve said too much about the secret yak/yeti programs.
Speaking of yaks, one of the cats managed to yak on on my fiance at about 3am this morning. Very pleasant way to wake up.
Shibb, pra ram is basically broccoli inna peanut sauce with some kinda meat, or tofu, which is like a place-holder for meat. It tastes a lot like pad thai but ya gets yer green veggies and roughage too. I like it anyway.
I don’t think I’ve ever had nutella, which is weird, 'cause they, filberts, not Yaks, grow around here, but possibly not for very much longer 'cause there’s a blight that’s pretty much decimating them, the filberts, not the Yaks, around here. Actually a Yak blight might not be too bad, unless you like Yak, or Yak butter.
I think it’s time to go.
Hazelnuts, fliberts, alls I know is that when my sister was four, they gave her worms. See, my grandma was visiting and my sister was bugging her, because that’s what four year old devil children do. So my grandma tells her to go climb a tree. Which she did. Right out onto a dead branch which snapped and so down sister went. Arm broken, grandmother horrified, a cast was put on her arm, and I got to see the little creek behind the hospital where there were millions of ladybugs, cool!
Anyway, my sister decides that her cast is just the ticket to crack open hazelnuts and since there are plenty on the ground in the orchard next to our house, she ate 'em by the bushel. And got worms, because they were raw and laying on the ground, the little silly. Plus, the arm healed funny and it had to be re-broken, so I got to see the ladybug creek again, but there were no ladybugs anymore. Just some really cool orange slime that I poked with a stick.
We lived in Scholl’s Ferry, Oregon. Ever heard of it Shibb? An hour outside Portland, right on the river. It’s what heaven looks like.
Broccoli is ooky. Even with peanut sauce on it.
So, who’s up for some sushi? Scout should mail me some sushi and I would mail her something from this side of the mountains. Like sunshine, of which we have waaay too much. Or BBQ. Actually I’d like almost anything that isn’t already in my frigerpater.
Wait a minute. Is it Shibb who lives in the north west? Maybe it’s someone else. Somebody get out the map!
No, that’s not me. Kallessa lives near you. So do quite a few other folks.
My grandfather on my mom’s side, his family migrated to the USA from Norway and originally settled in Clatskanie (sp?), up the river toward the ocean. They were lumberjacks as I understand it. Have you heard of that place? Is it near there?
FTR, I love broccoli.
For some stupid and unknown reason, that option is not available to us. How sucky is that?? Anyway, usually, my reimbursement comes quickly with no problems, but the Miami trip was cursed, I guess.
We got the word today that the funds are available for Houston. Swell. On Tuesday when our training dude comes back to work, we’ll find out if there are still seats available and we’ll get all the info we need to fill out our TDY applications. If all goes according to schedule, I’ll be in Houston from Feb 7-10 - well, leaving on the 10th. Any MMPers or Dopers wanna meet me for dinner while I’m there?? That would be consolation…
If I told you, I’d have to, well, you know…
Ya, well, may I point out that until I got the heave-ho from the old beltway bandit employer, I also had a Secret Squirrelsup[/sup] clearance?
Don’t need one now unless I wanna play in one of the reallybigcool wind tunnels (I don’t). They’re not even needed to play with the Martians, which I want to do.
I believe both Bumba and Kally live in OR-E-GONE. I live in Washington about 30 to 40 miles SE of Seattle.
The San Diego deal isn’t for sure yet; although in all likelihood I’ll be going. I’ll know more in a couple of weeks. I finally got the dang funding letter and my dept’s admin person is doing a bang-up job of pushing my orders through. Hopefully, by first thing in the AM I can fax them over to the STOOPID credit card person and the airline/car rental people so I can activate my credit card and get my e-tickets.
Besides all that I just found out that I need to have data done and prepared before I leave tomorrow for a briefing on Wednesday. I’ll be gone Wednesday, but the boss will brief it. Sheesh, I was hoping to get out of here a tad early tomorrow, or at least on time. Oh well.
Pervert.