I suffer from aibohphobia: The fear of palindromes.
BWAAAHAAAHAAHAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!
Kalley yer killin’ me! Especially the one about The Titanic. Been gigglin’ for five minutes and showin’ no signs of lettin’ up anytime soon.
VunderBob I hereby bestow upon you the really, really, really bad joke of the day award.
My name isn’t as common as “Paul Smith”, but there are several first-and-last-namesakes of mine out there – a forester in Canada, a stock trader, and a guitarist-bassist in Buffalo, just to name three. However, my late maternal grandfather was probably the only Huber Klemme ever to walk the face of the earth. His mother’s maiden name was Huber, so that word became his first name. Of course, he ran into plenty of people who assumed he (or a secretary somewhere) had misspelled “Hubert”. He was an Evangelical and Reformed Church minister who was instrumental in the merger of his denomination, the Congregational Churches, and other bodies into the United Church of Christ.
While my mom was growing up as a Protestant preacher’s kid, my dad was attending Catholic mass, serving as an altar boy, and going to Cleveland’s Benedictine High School. So when they decided to wed in 1958, theirs was a mixed marriage of sorts. Mom was the one who converted, but Dad didn’t like the Vatican II reforms (still doesn’t!), so I essentially grew up “unchurched”.
I lived in northeat Ohio until moving to Lafayette a few years ago. My apartment is in a house that’s next to the rectory where the priests of the Cathedral of St. Mary reside. About a month ago, I learned from the local paper that one of the good Fathers was in a car accident, and I recognized the picture. It was only as I read the article that I learned his name was the Rev. Robert Klemme! Since Robert is my first name, this guy is like my parallel word self – father’s religion, maternal grandfather’s last name and basic career path. Next time I see Rev. Klemme, I’ll have to inform him of the coincidence!
My dad’s mother’s maiden name was Michl, and several of her relatives (father, brother, cousin) were named Adolph. Naturally, that family tradition ended around 1939. Of those Adolph Michls, only “Cousin Adie” survived into my lifetime, and I never met him.
Happy belated (or very early!) birthday wishes, FCM! If you’d show up at my door seeking chocolate, I could offer you a chocolate chip cookie, a Hostess Cup Cake, or a handful of M & M’s.
Since this is my first post to an MMP thread, I’m naturally wondering if there’s an initiation similar to that goat treatment the SDMB newbies receive. Guess I’ll find out soon enough. Unless, that is, the whole point of the indoctrination is that I never know just when it’s coming… :eek:
You know, I could show up at your door, since I know Lafayette, or I did 25 years ago. I lived on Highland Ave near 4th and Kossuth (in the basement of a big old house), then I lived on Elmwood (I think - I was just there a very short time), then I moved to Vinton between 17th and 18th in another old house - rented the 1st floor of that one. I didn’t exactly remember all the streets - I had to look at MapQuest, altho I did remember 4th & Kossuth. Tho that’s a long way to go for a chocolate chip cookie. Thanks for the good thought anyway! 
And there’s no initiation. That you know of. Although all newbies have to do the dishes for the first week. No, really, ask Rue!!!
Oh, and for those keeping tabs on everything Me - my dryer is working fine. It was always fine. It was the outlet - one of the contacts inside the outlet was loose, so it only made intermittent connections. But now it’s good.
I hope. We shall see next laundry day.
Now you’ve done it - now that you’ve said it, it’s not gonna work.
Susan
Speaking of cake, I made an Angel Food Cake using Alton Brown’s recipe from foodnetwork last night. I had planned to bring it to work today; but it was too good to share with co-workers so I didn’t. Absolutely delicious with out even having strawberries or whipped cream.
Good gods of comedy! I was going to post this exact line, but I would have had to do a double cut and paste and I was just too lazy.
Great minds, VunderBob, we obviously boht have great minds.
I thought Alton made cheesecake last night? I saw him doing the parchment paper cone (making a circle out of a square), and I know that’s on the cheesecake show.
I’m thinking I’m going down the Konditorei to have cake later this afternoon. They don’t make yellow cake with chocolate frosting (they say it doesn’t sell well enough, but that was before I was in town), but they make a fine chocolate/chocolate cake, or a brownie cake, or a Milky Way cake, or a poppy seed cake (why would anyone eat poppy seed when chocolate is available?). Come to think of it, they make cheesecake–I may have a dilemma!
Hi, Everyone! I’m here at last! Someone needs to tell my bosses that I can’t spend all my time working for them; I need time to post on the MMP, preferably sometime before Wed. afternoon! I mean, y’all must think I’ve been slackin’, not showing up until now!
ANYway, I’m here now. Let’s see where are we? Ah, yes, names. I don’t mind my name. It’s common enough that people know how to spell it, but not so common that everyone has it. I guess it wasn’t popular the year I was born. I know what was popular: Jennifer. All the girls my age seem to be named Jennifer.
What I really like about my name is that it sounds so wholesome. Becky, which is what I usually go by, conjures up images of pigtails and gingham pinafores and apple pie with milk.
I am not nearly so wholesome as that name might imply. ::evil smile::
Of course, that may not come as a surprise to people who read the MMP regularly.
:pats Wintermute condescendingly on the head, because she’s just so cute and wholesome:
I’m sick. I got to go to work, and now I’m at home thinking about starting a poached chicken for nourishing and strengthening purposes. Anyone want my lungs? I’m willing to do a swap. Actually I’m achy all over, so a full-body transplant would be okay.
We got free pizza at work. That was a plus.
Oh, and my fortune from Monday says ‘This person is serious and true and deserves to be respected’. So y’all better start respecting me. The respect is most suitable in the form of gifts of chocolate and gingersnaps.
:goes off to bed:
Swampy, you ain’t seen nuttin’ yet…
Two antennae meet on a roof, fall in love and get married. The ceremony
wasn’t much, but the reception was excellent.
Two hydrogen atoms walk into a bar. One says, "I’ve lost my electron.
"The other says, “Are you sure?” The first replies, “Yes, I’m positive…”
A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, “I’ll serve you but
don’t start anything.”
A sandwich walks into a bar. The bartender says, “Sorry we don’t serve
food in here.”
A dyslexic man walks into a bra.
A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says: “A
beer please, and one for the road.”
Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: “Does this
taste funny to you?”
"Doc, I can’t stop singing ‘The Green, Green Grass of Home.’ "
“That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome.”
“Is it common?”
“It’s Not Unusual.”
Two cows standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to Dolly,
“I was artificially inseminated this morning.” “I don’t believe you,” said
Dolly. “It’s true, no bull!” exclaimed Daisy.
An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were nothing to
look at either.
Deja Moo: The feeling that you’ve heard this bull before.
A man takes his Rottweiler to the vet and says, “My dog’s cross-eyed,
is there any thing you can do for him?” “Well,” says the vet, “let’s have a
look at him.” So he picks the dog up and examines his eyes. Finally, he
says, “I’m going to have to put him down.” “What? Because he’s cross-eyed?”
“No, because he’s really heavy.”
I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but I couldn’t find
any.
I went to the butcher’s the other day to bet him 50 bucks that he
couldn’t reach the meat off the top shelf. He said, “No, the steaks are too
high.”
A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted,
“Doctor, doctor, I can’t feel my legs!” The doctor replied, “I know you
can’t - I’ve cut off your arms!”
I went to a seafood disco last week and pulled a mussel.
Two Inuit sitting in a kayak were chilly; but when they lit a fire in
the craft, it sank, proving that you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.
What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.
FCMom, I knew you went to Purdue, but you were there when I was? And I didn’t have a chance to meet you then? (79-81, summarily tossed out on my ass…)
Becky, hmmm, Wintermute? Are you my little sister’s best friend from high school? Have you been a nursing student in Boston? Did you once run through a sliding glass window? Did your hair once turn khaki green after we sneaked into the high school’s pool one night? If yes, then I know you. And you aren’t evil at all.
Scouty-pie, I am going to Mexico today to BUY DRUGS and pastries. This is interesting only in that I’ll be buying DRUGS, but not interesting in that they’re the totally legal kind. I will, of course, be pulled into secondary and have every inch of my car scrutinized because I fit the drug mule profile exactly.
Homebrew, where is my piece of angel food cake? The outside is the best part, is Alton’s recipe good for crunchy/chewy outsides? Kalley, what is a Kondordittoray?
VunderBob, I graduated December '79. And it’s not too likely our paths ever would have crossed. I only took 1 EE class, in '78, I think. I spent most of my time in Grissom Hall.
Hon, if your cake crunches, you must have drop some of the egg shells in there. Lord know with it taking 12 egg whites for the cake, there’s plenty of chance for that. (I cheat and buy the egg whites in a carton in the dairy section). Chewy outside? Yeppers. Light as a feather inside.
Be careful. I might bite. 
Ooh, I get a chance to say it before Swampy: <snerk> in bed! <snerk> (Sorry, Swampy, I couldn’t resist. See? Evil.)
Sorry, nope, I haven’t done any of those things. I had a pony fall through a sliding glass door, once (long story). I never snuck into a pool, but I used to pour peroxide on my head in high school so my hair was orange. And I could be conviced to dress up as a nurse, but only if it was crucial to the plot. I have my standards, you know.
I had a great-great aunt (or something like that) named Olga.
She decided to improve it, so she changed her name to Agnes.
WTF?
Agnes means Lamb of God. I’m Episcopal and we eat the Lamb of God every Sunday during Eucharist. Every Sunday it’s Lamb of God. Would it kill if every once in a while we got some Ham of God or maybe a nice Roast Beef of God? During Lent shouldn’t we be eating Fish of God?
Since Kalley and VunderBob have taken over as the MMP comedians I figure I’ll be the MMP blasphemer on the fast track to h-e-doublehockeysticks.
WinnieBecky the first person that sees the fortune gets to <snerk> IN BED<snerk>. It’s only fair after all.
My Backyard Bacon Cheese with Jalapenos Burger was goooooooood! I went by ACBG’s place afterwards for some “dessert” and now I’m home.
Now I got a hankerin’ for some fried chicken. I think that will be Sunday dinner (that’s lunch for you non-southern USAers).
-swampbear (an occasional Fried Chicken of God wouldn’t hurt either)
December '79 was my first freshman semester, and at that time, I wanted to be an ME…
One of many thousand grab-ass kids running around the campus…
Shocking! Simply sho…::er…mm…Did he say “fried chicken”?::
GT