FCM, I have been the provider of beer and/or soda for many a days worth of boat riding. No freeloader here. I always bring goodies. I’m sweet like that, ya see.
Rue wants a list in color, so here goes:
Other Stuff I Dont Like :
[ul]
[li]Lamb (the cooked kind. they’re cute running around in a field when I don’t have to get too close)[/li][li]Blackberries[/li][li]French Salad Dressing[/li][li]Thousand Island Salad Dressing[/li][li]Anything Paisley[/li][li]Spandex[/li][li]Sunshine Hydrox Cookies (i.e. Fake Oreos)[/li][li]Hiccups[/li][li]Other Stuff I’ll Think Up Later, Maybe[/li][/ul]
I think something like 100 of my posts have gone to Rue threads. That’s not to suggest that I only post in your threads to pad my count, Rue. Have some lima beans and canned spinach.
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I’ve got a little list–I’ve got a little list
Of people who annoy me and might well be underground,
And who never would be missed–who never would be missed!
There are models who weigh 90 pounds and tell you that they’re fat,
Biographers who claim to own a subject just like that,
People in the Shop-Rite blocking aisles with their carts,
All sitcoms using plots that try to warm our little hearts,
And chiropractors who treat AIDS by giving you a twist–
They’d none of them be missed–they’d none of them be missed.
CHORUS
She’s got them on the list–she’s got them on the list,
And they’ll none of them be missed–they’ll none of them be missed.
There’s the lawyers who claims verdicts all depend on what’s your race,
They’ve really got me pissed–I’ve got them on the list!
And people who smoke cigarettes and puff 'em in your face;
They never would be missed–they never would be missed!
Then the idiot who talks out loud with shrill and strident tone
On all commuter busses in their bloody new cell phone!
And the stout commuting lady who goes trudging down the street
With a business suit above but great big sneakers on her feet;
Jim Carrey, Robin Williams and all manic humorists;
I don’t think they’d be missed–I’m sure they’d not be missed.
CHORUS
She’s got them on the list–she’s got them on the list–
And she don’t think they’d be missed–she’s sure they won’t be missed!
Religious politicians who just now are rather rife–
Especially Baptists–I’ve got them on the list!
Who get into the Congress and then try to rule your life;
They’d none of them be missed–They’d none of them be missed!
Pretentious actors who insist their name is said “Rafe Fines,”
All critics who choose books that show up in The New York Times,
New Jerseyites who decorate their lawns with plastic gnomes,
And balding men who glue long strands of hair upon their domes–
But it doesn’t really matter who you put upon the list;
For they’d none of them be missed–they’d none of them be missed!
Ha. I haven’t been insulted again by Rue. I don’t want this thread to die.
Great song, Eve.
You know, I really, really love red peppers that have just been roasted. They’re amazing. Also baked garlic. And I had both for dinner tonight. I should go out and randomly kill people by breathing on them tomorrow. I think I ate at least six cloves of roasted garlic spread on naan. Yum.
She’s cool with it. She knows that there is enough of me to go around…
[sup]But don’t tell her! I’m thinking that it wouldn’t be wings that got ripped off, and it wouldn’t be Monica getting slapped…[/sup]
No sign of Scout yet, Rue… there’s supposed to be a DopeFest hereabouts in the coming months, and hopefully I’ll meet several other Dopers there!
I did meet Greg Charles last week, and we had a great time ogling the animals at the San Diego Wild Animal Park! We saw a feral Golden Eagle eating a kill on the edge of one of the animal enclosures, and the tour guide was absolutely thrilled! It was pretty cool!
Do you like it when I insult you Lissla? I mean if it’s what you like… uh… Bird Legs. (Insult? I don’t insult people. Do I? No, of course not.)
But, “pad your post count”? In my threads? I thought these were in depth discussions of the events of the day. And as it turns out it’s just a colection of trivia and schlock to pass the time.
Well at least I got a song out of it. (Thanks Eve. You’re my favorite.)
You know, Astroboy, the other day I was driving along and a hawk of some kind swooped down in front of my car (and I was right across the street from the mall) and landed in the quick-oil-change place. That was kinda neat. Even if it wasn’t eating a dead thing.
I stayed in my car welbs. (The alternative spelling is intentional since I think we’re, like, pals and all.) Safety is my watchword. And the light changed so I had to keep moving.
With a name like Lissla Lissar of courseyou’re a princess. You don’t think some commoner would swipe a name like that. Do you? (The flowing dress and tiarra are also a give-away.)
-Rue. (with big hair since his post-count in in the 1980’s)
SkipMagic, you should read A Void* by some French guy whose name I can’t remember (unless you’re the boycotting the French type, in which case, don’t, unless the fact that it’s translated into English makes a difference) but might be Georges Perec. Anyhow, even in the translated version, the letter-that-shall-not-be-named never appears and without the gappy stuff that hurts the eyes.
I’ve never been swooped by a hawk. But I did have a bat fly right into my head one night. That was creepy, lemme tell ya. I must have some sort of radio frequency transmitting from my head, because bats seem to like me an awful lot.
We do have bald eagles (with a baby!) and ospreys here, though.
[ul]
[li]Cigarette Smoke[/li][li]Constantly Throat-Clearing Co-Workers[/li][li]Hangnails[/li][li]Loud Co-Workers[/li][li]No-Sense-of-Humor Cow-Orkers[/li][li]People Who Call Themselves Fat But Clearly Are Not By Any Stretch of the Imagination[/li][li]People Who Constantly Apologize[/li][li]People Who Criticize Other People’s Religions[/li][li]People Who Never Apologize[/li][li]Shin Splints[/li][/ul]
I need you to come stand in my back yard then, ** Skerri** I have a bat box and I’m trying to cultivate a colony. They’re good friends, bats are. I know Rue has read Stellaluna to his boys, haven’t ya Rue?
Heh heh. Well, apparently the area where I live and where I work are prime bat spaces. (Does this mean I live in the real Gotham City? I haven’t seen a Bat-Cave. Although plenty of people drive some crazy-lookin’ cars around here.) Every night when I get home, there are bats flying all throughout my neighborhood. It’s quite freaky if you’re not used to it.
Then again, I live within spitting distance of the beach, and we’ve got all sorts of animals around here. Last week we had a HUMONGEOUS raccoon on the back porch, last night I almost hit a bunny that was walking across the road, and the possums like to sit on the back porch and taunt my cats while they play in the moonlight. This is in addition to the seagulls, pelicans, sandpipers, and numerous other birds that like to hang out in my backyard. Yup, it’s a veritable zoo at my house.
