Ahem - BAND NAME!!!
No luck on going anywhere near the chaotic or swampy bears, but perchance I shall find an obliging Flemish painter, at which time, I will then be able to display the image for all to see.
(I have no idea how “Flemish painter” came to be the BFA term for camera, but, it is so.
In 1979, I went to the infamous Main Point on the Main Line in Philly, to see and hear Stan Rogers. The night before a band called [url-“http://www.briansetzer.com/pharaohs_main.html”]The Bloodless Pharoahs. ( which amazingly, featured a darned young Brian Setzer! ). There was faux stage blood that had been spit out into the audience during the show. :eek:
I think there’s a documentary film in there somewhere. The drama, the pain, the turgidly engorged leeches. Wow. Hmm.
Hmmm. That coding looks okay, too. Hmm…
Did you see that? Mr. Taters was rushing me and my coding got all messed up. Yup, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Congrats on the new car scout. I’d like to get a new vehicle, but alas it’s just not in the cards or finances at this time.
The hubby had a guys night out on Saturday. He doesn’t do it very often, and frankly, it gives me some peace and quiet around here, so I don’t mind it. Anywho, it seems he imbibed just wee bit too much. He had taken my vehicle too since there were four of them. At any rate, around 10:30 pm I heard the dog barking madly so I figured he was home and went to the front door to see what was up. Yup, there was Mr. Taters being carried by two of our friends. They managed to get him up the stairs and into our bathroom where he collapsed on the floor. At this point I was informed that my vehicle was still at the tavern, so I hopped in my nephew’s vehicle (with him in it) and drove down to the tavern to pick up my vehicle. Yeah…that was gross. Apparently, Mr. Taters had, er, spewed right outside the driver side door. Thank goodness he didn’t drive. So, I got inside my vehicle after gingerly stepping around the remnants of the hubby’s festivities outside and had to unroll the windows because the inside of my vehicle just positively reeked of alchol. I was hoping and praying I didn’t get stopped for any reason and I didn’t.
Once I got home, I went upstairs to check on my hubby and he was still sprawled on the bathroom floor. I tried to get him to move into the bed, but he asked me not touch him because every time he moved he got sick. So, over the course of the next several hours I kept checking on him, but he was still on the floor. Finally, I decided to let him be and went back downstairs to watch television. At 3:00 am I decided I wanted to go to bed, and lo and behold he had somehow managed to get himself in bed. The problem was that he was snoring so loudly I couldn’t sleep. I kept telling him to roll over and he kept telling me “NO”. I finally gave up and went to sleep in another room. Do you know he was awake at 5:30 a.m, made coffee, and felt fine?! I couldn’t believe it. His tally at the tavern? Five pitchers of beer (split with his buds), and five straight shots of Jagermeister. On top of that, he didn’t eat his dinner at the tavern because he didn’t like it. That’s probably why he was so wasted.
I guess the ride home for the hubby and our friends was quite interesting. The wife of one our friends picked them up because they were obviously too impaired to drive. She had to load up her kids and pick the men up. Since Mr. Taters was so sick he was laying across the laps of our friends. One of our friends is a paramedic and a fireman. He kept telling this friend that he was good fireman, over and over again. On top of that, he kept dropping F-bombs and our friends had to keep reminding him that kids were in the car. At this point Mr. Taters told our friends that maybe he should just walk home and that it wouldn’t be any problem. Yeah…right. :rolleyes: He couldn’t even stand up on his own. Trust me, he didn’t want any alcohol on Sunday.
One of our friends has a great big wide screen rear projection TV. One night they were watching TV down there and saw a great big ol’ spider on the screen. So, he got up to brush the spider off the screen. The problem? The spider was actually between the outside screen and the inside screen, all splayed out. So, my friend had to take his TV apart to get to the spider.
I guess I need to figure out what I’m cooking for dinner now.
Aw scout, I would wear gloves to pet your car! Though, if it’s a pretty color I will be obligated to lick it. It is too a tradition, like stepping on new tennies.
Okey-dokey Draelin, there is no song which tempts me, so your seats will be safe. My official’s hat should be a fez, with vertical stripes, in whichever colors are available, though the tassle must be electric purple suede to match my shoes.
Your friend is Barishnikov compared to me. No rythm at all, which is odd because I played the drums. I just stand there trying not to get smacked because I’m so disoriented I can’t see. Whomever dragged me out there then has to carry me back to the table because I will have collapsed due to my forgetting to breathe. Yep, your friend is perhaps my new hero.
I’m not sure where you’d donate that tuxedo Cartooniverse, just don’t sneak into my place and leave it. Once was amusing, twice would be creepy. Actually, there might be a medium-sized chance a high school could use it. Not really for a student to wear to prom, though that happens ocassionally, but in their theatre program. Heck, local theatre groups around here appreciate any wardrobe they can get their hands on.
Mr Taters needs to stop at *four * shots, is that what you’re saying Taters?
Crackers! The SDMB is blocked again and this may be the last straw. I’m tired of finally finding an unblocked website with good pictures of flowers or birds or whatever and then it’s blocked a few days later. Would a laptop work here, I wonder? Strictly hypothetical of course (though other teachers bring their laptops everyday). Printing might be a pain, hmmmm…
Poor Mr. Taters. I avoided the being carried places last night, fortunately.
Draelin, that’s a classic picture. Very Mae Westish.
gardentraveler, I was having problems like that with one tire on our old car. When I finally got annoyed enough to check the tire (look at the visible bits, move the car slightly, look at the new visible bits - I know, it may have been less actual work than pumping the tire up every few days, but it seemed like more, and that’s what counts) there was a honkin’ great screw stuck in it.
I’m glad that the spot reports confirm sucess on the various medical operational fronts.
We had a good weekend, with supper at a friend’s on Saturday and Turkey Day on Sunday. We went down to my Mum’s and my middle sister was up from Waterdown for the weekend, so with my other sisters also coming down from Ottawa we were a full house. We had turkey and trimmings, with pumpkin chiffon and key lime pies for dessert.
Our oven element crapped out on us today, just after I turned the oven on to start cooking supper. I heard a loud bank from the oven and looked inside to see a short section glowing white hot and the rest of it dull red and starting to cool. It was a brand new replacement just a couple of months ago for the previous element which had snapped after a decade and a half of devoted service, so I was rather put out. Mrs B is going to take it back to the dealer and see if she can get it replaced as defective. The upshot was that I nuked some frozen meals, and managed to get through a whole long weekend without having to cook once . I’ll have to buy takeout to keep Mrs B from feeling put-upon as a consequence. (I normally do the cooking on weekends and holidays.)
I have only once become really drunk, and I, too, could not walk. I actually did the classic crawl home thing! All right, my tent was only about 20 feet from the line shack where we had been drinking, but crawl I did.
I need turkey. Maybe tomorrow I’ll buy a turkey.
Aerin (the Bad Cat) just knocked a half-full glass of water in my lap. I could make some nice warm slippers out of her. She’s fuzzy.
And use what’s left for a tasty Kitty Casserole. It’s what I threaten mine with when they’re naughty and it works really, totally, not at all, actually.
Now Google wants to sell me bridal gowns. The fools!
Happy, Happy Birthday Ellen!!!
In case anyone was wondering, and I just know you were, this is a super clamp with stud. Just thought I’d share.
I’m agonna cut-n-paste a report on my Saturday night from another place for y’all.
<snip>I worked til 6 last night, (editors note: this was written Sunday)* then we went to Oktoberfest night at the GirlChild’s church. (for those of you who don’t know, and why would you, the GirlChild is married and has two kids of her own, 8 and 2.)
Anyway, they’re Looterans, so the food was kinda like what a Norwegian(sp?) would think German food was like. Of couse I got seated across from an older woman who, being Looteran, was just fuming that all these people were having fun ‘in the Lord’s house’. She didn’t actually say that, but she was thinking it awfully loud. I thought her head would explose when I asked if there was any beer. There wasn’t. There was coffee. (Looterans, remember.) We had a good time anyway.*</snip>
Yesterday we went shopping, then we laid about and did nothing.
Today I went into Portland and played programmer all day. I’m gonna do the same tomorrow, and every day this week until I finish the current project, for which they will pay me a bonus.
That’s all I got for now.
One final day off - I suppose, technically, I woke up in time to get to work on time, but I’d decided yesterday that I was staying home today. I did get an almost complete night’s sleep, although there was some cat petting involved (he used to just sleep at my feet - now he settles in under my hand…) I zipped down to the post office first thing (OK, well, 3rd thing after feeding the critters and taking the dog out to pee) to get some bills in the mail for early pickup. It’s raining - a nice, gentle, just barely more than a drizzle rain, so that’s good. For the record, I don’t think I want to go back to work. But I’m a responsible adult, in theory, so I’ll be back there tomorrow. I shall enjoy the rest of my today.
Part of today will be spent ironing - all of my work blouses are wrinkly. I’ll set the ironing board up in front of the TV and press away. It’ll take a couple of hours, but then I won’t have to iron for a couple of weeks, so there’s that. I may mop the kitchen floor, too - it’s kinda ucky after several days of cooking. I’m a good cook, but a tad messy. Plus the sink is across the room from the stove, so sometimes I’m forced to carry drippy stuff from one side of the room to the other.
So, Happy Tuesday, all!
I know of some sites that have pictures of clamps with studs but I think I’d get in trouble if I linked to 'em. 
Dang Taters, the hubby knows how to throw a drunk! In all my years of drunken debauchery, I don’t think I’ve been to the not being able to walk point once. Somebody was gettin’ near that point last Friday night. I do believe somebody was one margarita short of forgettin’ how to walk. Hee!
Last night I had vestry meeting. We reviewed site plans for the new building. For two freakin’ hours! Plus all the regular ol’ bidness type stuff. If all goes according to plan we should begin construction early in January. There are some people foolish enough to believe we will be in the new building by Christmas of next year. They’re all a buncha reactionary optimists, I say. I say with luck we’ll be in it by Easter 2007. We close on the sale of our present buildings on November fourth. I did mention we’re selling our present church, right? We’ll be hanging out with Methodists who have a church about a half mile from where the new digs will be until we get done building.
Tonight, is our annual awards dinner for work. I can’t wait. :rolleyes: At least the food will be good. I have to give two “Distinguished Service Awards” which means I need to come up with something to say, I guess. Apparently sayin’ “here’s your plaque” ain’t good enough. Why do things have to be so complicated!
Two more days and we’re goin’ to St. Augie for three days. YAY! I’m sooooo ready to go. Really. I’m pretty much packed already.
-swampbear (who needs to write up some kind of speech today)
Taters, it was the Jagermeister. Evil evil stuff that is. I can drink a lot of beer, but throw one shot of anything in and I get visibly impaired. Through in a shot of Jager, and it’s time for a Technicolor Yawn*.
- Also known as The Big Spit. Both terms coined by the late Dr. Hunter S. Thompson.
Sticking my head in to say hi. I took the entire day off yesterday from by ever present computer, to do a ManLand style project. 'Cept, I don’t have a ManLand of my own, and I wound up decorating my driveway with a quart of furniture stain. :mad:
Mostly wanted to say that I’m alive, and in the office today so I can rest.
Ah yes. Knee-walking drunk. As I recall, I was once in a similar condition, and I blame it on Guinness and bourbon “depth charges” (can you even imagine wasting good bourbon in this way?) – you take a shot of whiskey and drop it in a big glass of beer and then kill the whole thing <shudder>. Well, we were all 18 once.
And what in the world is Jagermeister, anyway? The official Jagermeister site is strangely silent on the issue, but another site calls it “A herbal-flavored bitter german liqueur, made from a blend of over 50 herbs, fruits and spices.” Can I just say BLEH? I’ve never tried it.
Thank you EVERYONE for all the wonderful birthday wishes!! You all made my day even happier. I had an absolutely fabulous day! I heard from a friend I haven’t seen in approximately 25 years (but have been in sporadic written commuication with all that time) … I got e-cards from one brother and a friend … and another friend made me a lovely card, a card of her own design created from stamps and colored paper! This level of creativity escapes me utterly. I am the least arty and crafty person you’ll ever meet. So I especially appreciate it when someone showers their own creativity upon me! I also received a happy birthday phone call from my in-laws. And I forgot to mention my very own mommy took my husband and I to brunch on Sunday, after which we spent a lovely couple hours driving the gorgeous Central Kentucky countryside, lookin’ at stuff (whilst Baby Cherry snoozed peacefully in his carseat). In all, it was a banner October 10, which I think should be declared a national holiday, myself.
Bookkeeper can I just say I love this sentence? I was positively dizzy by the time I finished reading it! 
Ugh, been bowl-huggin drunk more times than I care to remember back in the day. Makes me wonder why I gave up good herb for booze in the first place. Oh, yeah, it was that durn legality issue.
I’ve got to find a funny e-card for Lil Lestat[sup]TM[/sup]. Anybody know of any good free sights? We gave him a card and some kesh last night but I’d like to acknowledge that today is actually THE day.
I’m actually bored to death already and it’s only 9:30. I gotta find sumpin to do.
And where the heck is rue???
Tupug
You’re right Swampy, you need to string it out a bit more. Hows about sayin’ “Ya done good, here’s yer plaque”?
I tried being a drunk when I was in the Navy. I had so many sterling examples there to look up to. But one morning I work up in somebody’s rose bushes in my underwear, and that kinda ruined it for me. I tried not to get faced after that.
Well, I’m off, (and I’m leaving too) to Portland for another fun-filled day as a programmer.
Public service announcement: The recipe for curried potatoes that MagicEyes (I think) posted recently is absolutely FANTASTIC. Major YUM. I highly recommend everyone tries them.
Happy birthday to Ellen Cherry and everyone else’s relatives, friends, etc. Sorry I missed the official date yesterday!
I had a great weekend with KeithT. I got to see his office and lab on Saturday when we hung out in Madison (and made those utterly yumilicious potatoes) and then on Sunday we went to the zoo and to a chocolate exhibit at the museum. And had Serbian food for dinner. More yum! He was sweet and drove me an more than an hour of the way towards Chicago so I only had to take a two-hour bus ride instead of 4. So that was good. And we get to see each other again in 17 days!
For my TMI contribution for the week: someone in another thread suggested an inappropriate use for Nutella. Yeah… inappropriate use of Nutella is VERY good. 
My t-shirt for today is a little more attention-grabbing than I bargained for… I guess neon-pink 6-inch high letters catch your eye.