OK I’m going to guess Max Weinberg, Springsteen’s drummer for “I’m on Fire.”
I have to work this evening, 4 to 11. My usual (not what I’d prefer but what I get) shift. And tomorrow as well. Then I catch a plane at 7 AM Thursday morning, after being at work until 11 the night before.
Mama Tiger is going to have one tiiiiiiiired visiting rabbit. Let’s hope I can nap on the second leg of the flight.
I don’t like to fly. At best, it’s deadly boring. At worst, it’s not boring at all. Either way, I don’t like it. But I don’t have a choice unless I want to drive halfway across the country, which I certainly don’t, even if I had time to. But I’m only getting to go out of town because my manager screwed up my schedule but by the time she realized it I already had nonrefundable tickets!
Hee hee. I just [del]stole[/del] borrowed meek’s bunny remark in the create a pit OP thread. 
Just picture Miss Piggy having one of her tantrums and you got it.
I used to love his stuff. Now I want to hear it again!
Well, no AC for me, alas. There’s a crack in the compressor, and replacement is something to the tune of $700+ :eek: My garage guys won’t install a junk yard part, and after they explained their rationale, I agree. Still, with FCD’s car needing its timing belt replaced (next week) and me needing new specs (about 2 months overdue), well, my air conditioning ain’t gonna happen. Plus we’re talking a 10-y/o van with 185K miles that’s worth maybe $2K. Yeah, it’d cost lots more than that to get a replacement vehicle, but AC isn’t a safety item, so I shall do without.
HOWSOMEVER, be it hereby known that the next MMPer who hits the lotto is honor-bound to get me a new auto airconditioner. Fair is fair!
Guess I’ll find out who truly loves me…
SNAP CRACKLE POP THHHWHAAAAAAAAAP!!! Ya whippersnapper!
He was early 60’s - I was 3-4 when my dad used to listen, but I was listening to them clear into high school.
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Weird, slightly scary school story:
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I was at an elementary school today, watching kids get out, into cars, into buses, talking with P the nice lady cop that I vehemently deny having any kind of crush on, no not at all, when P had to leave to go direct traffic. I’m standing watching this very, very young student teacher, whom I later found out was working her very, very first day of school ever, direct kids onto a bus. After all the kids are on, she climbs on to talk to a couple kids and seconds later runs off screaming like a baby chicken.
I jump up onto the bus and see this little boy holding his face and crying. He and the junior student teacher saw the bee at the same time. She swatted at it and ran off the bus. The boy got stung right on the lip.
I grab the boy, hustle him off the bus into the nurse, passing by the goofball almost-teacher and get the kid some nursey-care.
Ok, granted, she’s what? A college junior? When do they do their student teaching, I should know that. But kee-rist lady, if you’re going to take care of kids all day, don’t be such a wuss. I wonder what she’s going to be like the first time someone walks up to her desk and dumps a load of barfed up lunch on her?
PS: The kid’s going to be fine but when I saw him last he looked like one of those african women from National Geographic with the plates in their lips.
If I should hit the lottery (provided I, you know, actually remember to buy a ticket, I’ll buy you one of these. However, you shall have to be responsible for hiring a chauff…chauf…chuf…driver.
Thanks anyway, swampy, but that wouldn’t fit in my garage - not even if it was folded in half. But since you’re a geezer with a geezer memory, I know I don’t have anything to worry about. 
When the dog and I get up in the morning, somedays it sounds like a flooded Rice Krispies factory.
FCM, if I win the lottery, I’ll buy you a new A/C, and have “Pottery Goddess” painted on the side.
EC, fighting a possum in your Underroos? That sounds like someone’s nightmare.
What? Did I tell you something? I don’t remember.
MBG --those kind of people make me do this: :rolleyes:
Get over your damned self–it’s a spider/bee/snake-no need for drama. Poor kid.
Is anyone else drowning in rain? this is getting a bit ridiculous. Malaysia has misplaced its rainy season!
swampy, darlin’, you told me you feel inadequate when you address me and that you feel compelled to shower me with extravagances and love offerings. Which is understandable. I have that effect on men - even men who like men. It’s my curse. But I shoulder that burden it the best I can.
MWAH!
Does anyone know of a good simple idiot-proof template for a newsletter? As corresponding secretary of the Booster Club, one of my duties is to write a newsletter. Writing the articles isn’t the difficult part - I’ve done that before. I just don’t know how to assemble the articles into some sort of decent looking format. I’m going to post this in GQ also in hopes of getting some tips. I use Word if that makes any difference.
Thanks for the guess, Ellen Cherry – I don’t know the answer yet myself, but should in the next few days when a certain event occurs. I’ll tell all then, promise!
And not to worry, whiterabbit, you’ll be coming to visit a tired tiger – I’m getting mighty sick of trying to rush through one transcript after another that of course runs to many more pages than expected. The good jobs with long deadlines are always far too short; the ones needed soonest invariably run long. It’s one of those Mysteries of the Universe, is all I can figure.
I loved Allan Sherman when I was a wee tyke! Remember when humor could be innocent? Ah, for the long-lost days of yore…
Bummer on the AC, FCM. I’ll add you to my lottery list. Of course, if I want to win the lottery, I geuss that means I should buy a ticket, eh?
Of course it would fit, FCM, because what swampy failed to mention was that he’d finance the addition to your garage to house that lovely vehicle.
Oh…MBG…not a pretty bee story. And the possum story was frightening, Ellen. And the dismantling story, Bobbio, :eek: (although it sounds like you have it under control, as is only to be expected).
Do you think you could record your discussion with the nice carpet installers and/or their managers and/or Home Despot, Puggy? I’m pretty sure I know a few people who would be interested in listening.
Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh has always been one of my favorites. J.P. McCarthy, who had the morning show on WJR in Detroit, would play it several times a year. For those of you not acquainted with Allan Sherman, here’s the link to Wikipedia.
Hope you’re feeling better, LiLi.
I’m sure there’s more, but I’ve had a long day and still need to do some work stuff before…you guessed it…another long day tomorrow (although it will be punctuated with a stop home for appliance delivery - yay!). I hate big projects with too much to do and coordinate and too little time.
Back later.
GT
Wow that teacher is a Certified Idiot. Run away and let the kid get stung- that’s brave.
My second class was cancelled due to not enough people, but (does anyone actually pay attention to this stuff?) we did double hip drops plus shimmy walk in class. You start doing a hip drop, stop it halfway down, and then finish. Dropdrop. It’s a sort of staccato movement. So it went right shimmy left shimmy right double drop left shimmy right shimmy left double drop. Do you have any idea how hard that is to do walking backwards? Then we were doing double hip drops and half a vertical figure eight on the same side, alternating.
My body is confused.
I’m going to do Intermediate 1, Folklore, and Intermediate 2 tomorrow.
I haven’t really eaten anything today. I should probably eat.
This actually made me laugh out loud.
Okay, it was one of those little snorts, but it still counts as a laugh.
Old nothing. I’m 22 and I can’t remember what I had for breakfast yesterday morning. :o
::Brain explodes while trying to decode dance moves from LiLi’s class::
Yes, some people do actually read that stuff.
GT
Note: do sudoku puzzles with a pencil, not a pen.