I wonder if someone should start a chainmail thread, someone being not me- I’m lazy, and I only do Japanese style as of yet, although Mr. Lissar swears that anyone who can do 4mm chainmail should darn well learn European, too.
A little while ago I swore I would never do chainmail, just bead things. It’s amazing what the possibillty of money does to you.
Balance, a chainmail thread? Shop talk and we can find out how many Dopers make it?
Welby! My darling! At long last, my wait is over and you have returned to me! I missed you so much. My life has been so empty and meaningless without you.
I wasn’t trying to be snitty with Balance, but you know how cranky I get when I don’t get some a couple times a day. So really, it’s all your fault. 
(I was trying hard not to be snitty with anyone, since it’s been a crazy week and I’m cranky, but it might have sneaked out a little. I apologize if it did. Bygones, everyone?)
LOL! 
You owe me a keyboard, Rue. How am I going to explain all this Coke ™ to the IT guys?
We want! (we want!)
More Ex! (more Ex!)
-Ellen. (chanting)
Oh good, Ellen showed up. I was getting a little worried because I just realized I haven’t seen from her lately. I was gonna e-mail, but now I don’t have to. P’shew! I can save the e-stamps back for later now.
Winnie, you could try:
A) It was like that when I got here.
or
2. Drinking problem.
And don’t worry about getting snitty with people. We’re all friends here, we understand. Just don’t get snarky because that’s my bailiwick. You pull some snark around here and you’re dead to me. DEAD!
-Rue. (something-y)
Note to self: never get snarky with Rue. Snitty’s ok, snarky’s right out.
I won’t be around for a couple days. Have a nice weekend, all, and I’ll see you on the next MMP.
I found this on the second page. I’m shocked. Surely there’s enough subject matter floating around in these posts to keep this one the first page. I suggest that you read the entire thread again, and chose a topic to write about. We don’t want to have to assign topics, do we? I want everyone to post at least a topic sentence by Friday afternoon. Wintermute, you are excused, and I believe Exgineer is also on vacation. As for the rest of you, the sooner you do it, the sooner it’s done.
Wow, sometimes the ex-teacher in me just takes over!
What I did over my summer vacation, by Tanookie.
Oh wait I don’t get summer vacations anymore. Need a better topic sentence.
Well I rode a horse once when I was about 5. It was one of those ‘get led around a trail by a guide things’ I also rode an elephant once when I was 3 or 4. That was a pay $ at the circus thing. I remember neither experience but I have seen the pictures (that have since been destroyed because my father is a dick)
I know what reins are because I read black beauty and black stallion and other such horse novels as a little girl. The books talked a lot about the different bits/reins/blinders/saddles and how the horses felt about them.
My feet are all swollen and I’m afraid my OB is going to put me on the evil ‘bedrest’ come tuesday 
Being pregnant is not all glamour and bon bons! Is it October yet?
Oh well time for sleep … see ya’s all tomorrow.
I’ve ridden a horse precisely twice. The first time was when I was about five, and was not my idea. The second time was when I was about twenty, and also not my idea. I was in a better position to deal with it the second time, though. I quickly determined that the horse who consented to carry me was, in fact, an ambassador of all horsekind. Ambassador Charles was an eminently patient and reasonable representative, and I had an extensive discussion with him that led to a treaty. The terms were necessarily simple because of the language barrier, but we arrived at a firm agreement: I will not henceforth attempt to ride a horse, and no horse will attempt to ride me. It seems most equitable to me.
Balance–always a beast, but never a burden.
Yo, Balance? Chainmail thread? Opinion?
tanookie, bonus points for getting it in first (points not guaranteed to fend off evil bedrest)
Balance, very good effort, right on topic.
Lissla Lissar, I’m not a big fan of minimalism, I likd complete sentences, but you successfull conveyed the meaning of your inquiry, and that why we communicate, so full marks for you as well.
Help, I’ve been taken over by my former teacher self!
I’m thinking about it, Lissla, but I may throw it open to all types of armor. I suspect that we’ve got people on the boards who’ve made everything from cuir bouilli to tanks. Well, I may rule out the tanks. You can’t wear a tank. You can wear a tank top, though. I don’t wear them myself, but only because the turret makes them too heavy for summer wear in Dallas.
Perhaps I’ll start it this weekend, when I have more time. You know, assuming I’m not over at the Equine Embassy with Charlie and Monty Roberts, drinking alfalfa margaritas.
I did the sit-on-a-horse-while-someone-else-leads-him thing when I was a young teen. I’ve looked at horses at the county fair. I’m not a horse person. I never read horse books as a child. But I think horse manure is an excellent addition to any garden, provided it’s had three years or so to mellow.
oooo, is Ex really on vacation? Maybe he’ll bring us all souvenirs! I hope he brings me one of those “My friend went to <insert exotic locale> and all I got was this crummy T-shirt!” t-shirts. I’ve never had one of them. I’d wear it to work and be all mysterious when my coworkers asked me about my friend who went to <insert exotic locale> - that’d get 'em wondering… Or not.
Um, Ms. Kallessa? Do you grade on a curve?
Does she grade on a curve? Sheesh, look at her. Yeah bay-bee! All her grades are on the curve!
Anyway…
I rode a trail horse once. His name was “General”. “General Horse”. I think “Specific Horse” cost more so I didn’t get that one. I sat on him and he walked around. That was about it.
But both my Mom and my Dad got their pictures taken on a pony. When they were little, not when they were big grown-ups. Although a sturdy pony might be able to hold up a big grown-up. At least for the 1/60th of a second you need for a picture. But I don’t think a picture of a pony with its (because it could be a him pony or a her pony and I don’t want to be exclusionary) eyeballs about to pop out of its head would be that endearing.
When we first saw the pony pictures, they were at their respective parents’ houses. So we just saw these black and white pictures of these kids we’ve never seen before on these ponies. Blotchy ponies, whatever that’s called. For a while we figured they were the same pony in each picture. But as it turned out they weren’t. When you look at both pictures side by side, you realize they are completely different ponies.
We used to have a group of pictures hanging on the wall where everyone in them was on a horse of some kind. Mom and Dad were on their ponies, Soupo was riding a pony at a birthday party and Katcha and the Little Woman (both in their own pictures) were riding kiddy horses. The Little Woman’s horse was that kind with the springs so you could rock back and forth on it and Katcha’s had wheels. Skippy was on a playground horse and since we just went to the Cowboy Hall of Fame, he was in a bronc-busting post. There was no picture of me on a horse. Not even a saw horse.
And we’re close here people. Post up and let’s take this thread to the Third Page!
-Rue. (suggesty)
Sounds, good, Balance. I’m sure there are astonishing numbers of armourers here. And wearing a tank would certainly be uncomfortable, and probably impractical as well, especially for inimate dinner parties, or anything where you had to go through a door.
I’m glad my phrases passed, Kallessa.
I really don’t know anything about horses. You sit on them and they go. I know lots more about subways and buses, and cadging rides from friends.
Mr. Lissar and I are thinking of getting an official small business going, and were tossing names around, so I went looking through the O.E.D. and found a couple of words that I really, really like. Not necessarily company name material, but great words. Here they are.
Gliffing: the time required to give a glance.
Kalon: moral beauty, the sum of good.
Glimflashy: angry. I’m not making this up.
Eyey: covered with eyes. I’m NOT making these up!
Kedge: Lively, active, happy.
Gothele: A low rumbling noise.
I’ve never made chain mail, but many years back, a coworker of mine made a chain mail T-shirt. He used old coat hangers for the wire. I think the thing weighed more than he did (he was just a scrawny, geeky young engineer at the time.) It had a lot of rough edges, but he did put it on and I was properly impressed.
He got married about 6 years ago - I wonder if he still has that shirt? I need to drop him a line and ask.
Lissla, my all-time favorite word that I came across while perusing the dictionary is persiflage - light teasing chat: light or teasing good-natured talk. I think it sums up my life. In fact, I may put that on a T-shirt (not a chain mail one tho) : Persiflage is my life.
And let’s take a vote here - who else wants to see a photo of Rue on a saw horse?
Speaking of words… I love the word plethora. There is no real reason why… I like lots and lots of words (as anyone stuck in a room with me for more than 8 minutes would be positively dim not to notice) but I really like the word plethora.
Anyway - when I was taking a history of the English language course one of the things we had to do was ‘language watch.’ We kept a notebook of odd uses of words. For example my cat’s name is Vera Lynn and she likes to squint at us a lot so we’ve dubbed her Squintin’ Verantino when she does that. So I put that in my notebook along with more other things than the entire class combined. My professor wrote on the front that I had a plethora of examples and then DEFINED plethora to me! Like you should be able to get along as an English major to junior level courses and not know what plethora is.
Then again I was constantly disappointed by the illiteracy shown by my fellow ENGLISH MAJORS!
My mother has a picture of me, in full cowboy regalia, sitting on a horse. I was four and just adorable. I want the picture but she won’t let me have it. Guess she likes looking at her cute, adorable middle child too much to part with it.
Oh, and I’ll be away from my puter starting on Monday. I get to go to an exotic locale and work for 5 days next week. I am going to he exotic locale of…
Greenville, Mississippi!!! Envy me!
So I can expect my Greenville, Mississippi T-shirt in the mail shortly thereafter? XL, please - I like 'em roomy.
Yeah, sure, FCM. It’ll say: “For some unexplicable reason, my friend went to Greenville, MS and I’m wearing this tshirt to humor him.”