What did you think I meant? :dubious:
Oh.
[Emily Latella]
Never mind.
[/Emily Latella]
:smack:
The story so far:
I respectfully :wally you all…
You may now return to your pointlessness, undistracted.
Rue- Yeah, the bike will keep me in some serious cool points…
I was even thinking about starting a new thread mentioning the purchase of my boyhood dream…just to catch the attention of all the motorcyclists on the board that are NOT participating in this very eclectic thread!
Btw, the two tone motif? Two walls in one shade, two in a lighter shade, and the baseboards? the baseboards are painted in the opposite shade of mocha to set off the respective walls! YIKES!
swampbear- you can still hang out and drink beer…I will not mention, nor tease you, about being baseboard challenged…
=GRIN=
Yay! First day of school is done and I’m mostly still alive. The best part was fifth period when the lone boy in the entire class walked in. His expression was one of overjoyed terror.
I used to like Susie Qs but I tried one recently and it just tasted of chemicals. I want in on some of the creme brulee Bruce n Guido are gonna be bringing to swampbear.
Which reminds me; stain conditioner! I have commited many sins in the wood staining area and wish I had had some of that conditioner stuff. My cat could do a good job applying stain if it had some conditioner applied first. Dunno about color though, I just buy a couple three cans and mix until I don’t care if it matches. Whether from the fumes or exhaustion, it’s all the same peace.
I want to be ridden around on a motorcycle on ocassion, but you can’t just go up to strangers and demand such things. Maybe if I brought cookies?
I DO like cookies…
Don’t worry, I know all about the dangers of pie. I’ve seen those people lying in the alley behind the pastry store, living out of old doughnut boxes and surrounded by broken bits of croissants and toasters, mainlining poptarts.
Why thank you Swampy, I’m flattered, I think. 
But our relationship must remain platonic. (named after the famous Greek philosopher Playdough). Besides, I’m not nearly as burly as I used to be. Since I’ve been on Atkins I’m becoming downright svelt. (Not as in the Russian gymnast Sveltlana Pachinko who took the Aluminum at the 83 World Cups, but as in skinny—um-er). And also I much prefer flan to creme brulee (I can’t spell it either). I’ve just never been too sure about desserts that require the brandishing of torches to consummate. I’m not sure if consummate is the right word, bur since it, the creme brulee, or flan, is a consumable item, well, there you are. And there I am too, with the flan that is.
Did you know you can make low-carb flan with Splenda[sup]R[/sup]. Unfortunately it doesn’t come with the caramel sauce, but it’s still pretty
darned good.
I used to ride a Kawasaki Mach III when I lived in Kallessa’s beloved Humboldt County (motto: wanna buy some pot?) that was much louder than any Harley, in a thunka-thunka sorta way. It was very fast, but probably not very cool. At least I think so. My memories of those times are a little fuzzy.
Congrats on the babies and the bikes.
I think I’ll show my signature and see what’s in it these days.
Drat.
Now I want a Ho-Ho.
Or a King Don.
Swampy, you know I luvs ya like, well, uhhhh, a beer drinking buddy. I do have a serious suggestion about the baseboards, but it will take work.
When we last redid The White Elephant, we had baseboards that were chewed upon by termites. Lowe’s happens to sell plastic baseboards with wood patterns on them. We put those in as a futile obscene jesture to the termites. The work I mentioned is that all will have to be replaced to look right…
BTW, The White Elephant: buyer #2 took a walk, too, blaming existing termite damage we told him up front was there. I think I’ll be telling the mortgage companies that they can fight over it, because I’m walking myself.
Ahhh, bughunter, now you’ve got it, boyo! We’ll turn you into a regular in no time. When come back, bring new topic. 
If anyone is getting motorcycles rides for cookies, it ought to be me–I have a history with motorcycles and cookies, after all.
swampy, stop worrying about your baseboards. Do what most mere mortals do–the spot where the stain is different is where the sofa goes. Unless Guido and Butch are going to be crawling around on your floor (and don’t tell us if they will be, really, we don’t need to know), the sofa will hide the offending spot and you will retain your gay credentials. Besides darlin’, no one would ever need to look at your credentials to know that you are gay–your very faaaaaaa-bu-lous self is proof enough!
Haven’t shown my signature recently, either. In fact, maybe I’ll just do everything Bumba does for a while.
No, on second thought I won’t do that 'cuz I got a Three Musketeers bar waiting for me at home, and Bumba’s on Atkins. Now, if three musketeers were waiting for me at home . . . let’s just say my baseboards might get examined. :eek:
Thank you. That’s really all we ask.
I must take issue with the OP. Back on topic people!!
Rue, whatever you do, do not buy a motorcycle!! You will be killed in short order. A good driver will create a safe environment for himself. Distance between cars in front of you being one part of that… Remember the rule, two seconds of space between autos, minimum. If you had done this you would have allowed room for the large man on the bike to squeeze in the first time.
Let’s reverse the situation, shall we?
Rue is on the motorcycle trying to merge, forgot to plan ahead. Stupid driver wont courteously allow for your misplanning. You shall either force your way in, not a good idea, or you shall drive on the shoulder for a ways kicking up rocks, dust, dead rabbits and such till you find an opening. Then you can flip off the guys that didn’t slam on their breaks to make room for your lack of planning.
or
Rue is on a motorcycle instead of in his car in the same situation as the OP except instead of a bike to your right there is a semi-tractor, or a combine, or something else that surrounds the driver with lots of ferrous material, like maybe a Hummer. Rue, on the bike, did not create the safe zone ahead of him and the large rolling mass would like to merge last secondly. Now what do you do? If you had an option you could excersize it at this point, but you dont so you just might as well drive off into the ditch on the other side of the road, crossing deadly traffic on the way, and into the nearest tree. See, you left yourself with only one option, suicide! Bad driver!! Think of all the trauma you cause the other people who have to witness this. Specially the guy that has to come along later and paint the black stuff on the tree you just messed up.
No bike for you mister.
Aaauuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!
The sound Rue makes before driving into the tree.
I am now termite free. Poor, but termite free. Actually, I was already termite free. Seems the little boogers came, feasted, then left. I got the swampcave treated anyways cause who knows, they mighta decided it was a tasty termite treat and went to bring back the rest of the family. No more termite buffet there! Nosirreee!
Good news on the stain front! The baseboards got replaced along with the termite treating. It was just one section along the south wall in the living room that needed replacing. YAY! The stain matches close enough that no one would ever know. Guido and Bruce approve. We had creme brulee and marveled at the faaaaaaaa-bu-lousness of it all. Oh, Kalley they said for you not to worry about getting a visit so’s you’d forget you ever heard of gaybay. I didn’t give out the super secret url for it, so you’re safe.
vunderbob I take it the house deal ain’t workin’ out? AWWWWWWWWW. I replaced with wood, but thanks for the tip. I might even go to Lowe’s just to see the plastic baseboards cause I’m kinda curious about em right now.
Now, I get to caulk around the porch and the walls. That should make for some rude gesturing and potty mouthing before all’s said and done. I think maybe I’ll need a special trip to the adult beverage store as well.
-swampbear (if welby can drink beer and drywall then I can drink beer and caulk)
swampy, do you arrive in Etlanner this afternoon? Where ‘bouts will you be stayin’? You never did answer my question regarding your attendance at the fest this weekend…you will be there, won’t you? :rolleyes:
Let’s see. Termites, bad driving, unmatched baseboards, gay decorating biker shows…
I don’t think I can contribute.
I’m going for gelato with Quasi-Daughter today. I think I’ll get Zuppa Inglese- it’s English Trifle gelato. Sherry and custard ice cream with chocolate, fruit, and sherry-soaked sponge cake. Maybe I’ll get the Ferrero Rocher gelato, too. Chocolate with big pieces of hazelnut chocolates.
Nyah nyah.
Ha! I don’t need no ice cream or fancy Italian gelato. Our weather has turned in my favor–it’s cool and rainy! I’m in heaven. I was so happy on sunday (when the cool rain started) that I cleaned the house–including scrubbing the tub and mopping the kitchen floor! I was able to do this without turning into a heap of wet, unhappy, limp rags. Not that I like housework, but it has to be done and I’d much rather do it without getting sweat in my eye.
What is it about this week that has brought in all these people without a clue? Mind you, I like new people, but we do have are standards. They’re very low standards, but we like them. I’m afraid that the next time Rue takes one of his galactic journeys we’ll end up discussing whether a warp drive is more efficient than a star drive! I mean, I’m sure that everyone will agree that, minus the greater expense in building a star drive due to it being built in space and the stress of the catolonic disfibbertive principle (plus the cost of replacing all those wrenches that float off into space–why is it always a wrench?), the star drive outperforms the warp drive in every way. Yeah, I know that warp drive is cheap to produce, now that we’ve got intergalactic unions so that we can hire the Viquertians, but you have to factor in the cost of upkeep, and you know that traveling with warp drive without at least two Keltnarts on board is madness, and those guys are expensive! Heck, even a big ugly biker can manage a star drive on his own!
Yummers, get some hazelnut gelato for me, will ya?
Okay Kalley, you’ve got to tell about you and cookies and bikes. This sounds interesting. I’m imagining chocolate chip chaps.
Simple…Star Drive Pollution. :rolleyes:
P.S. I love your show ideas.
Yeah, but I really hate it when they coast up next to the Habitat-pod and rev up their star drives real loud. They think they’re so tough, running their drives without pulse quenchers. And those untrimmed sensors arrays. It’s just sloppy.
I’ll just stick to my nice, quiet, homicidal Bejesus drive thankyouverymuch. (Like I’ve got a choice.)