That's It! I'm Leaving! (Plus Spline)

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Kalley an endoscopy. :eek: Been there done that. Actually it ain’t so bad. You do get good drugs and be doped (heh!) up for the day. Plus, make sure you have a friend to drive you to and from. That’s important. Plus, make sure the friend knows you need ice cream. That’s important too.

Bumba how juvenile. Talking about Rue’s one ball. <snerk> Show some class, will ya? <snerk>

Tupug when are you going to learn? What is the point of having new grill equipment if you can’t get at least one FWOOSH out of it? :rolleyes:

So far there’s three votes for welby to sub the MMP. Come on people! A vote is a terrible thing to waste.

elbows you might want to check with your local society for the preservation of old stuff like winder screens before you do anything. They tend to get ticked off about modern splining and stuff. I’m just looking out for your own good.

-swampbear (nuttin’ to add here)

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I’ll vote for welby, because I can’t do the MMP in absentia myself. Stoopid new job.

Rue, I’ll miss you every day! I’ll weep! I’ll pout! I’ll run to the mailbox, hoping to find a postcard or two hint hint hint from friends lucky enough to get to take vacations.

In other news, um, I’ve got no other news. But I really miss having access to the boards like I used to. sigh

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Aye! (I feel all Piratey now, maybe we should throw in a few *‘Shiver me timbers’*s and *‘Avast me land lubbers’*s too).

um, yes, Aye, I vote for Mr (?) Welby too, forsooth, etc etc etc.

Well goshdarnit, after getting up at six in the goddamn, to relieve The Young Master of his nighttime confinement (his cot) I fell alseep again. ‘Oh foolish Dangergene’, I hear you all exclaim (cos exclaiming’s better than just sayin’).

So I’m woken up 15 minutes later to much scrumpling and schooching of paper.

Lo and behold The Young Master has found Daddio’s comic-book drawer (which is below the novels drawer for all you folks who are saying, ‘Aiyoh! Doncha read nuttin’ but comics ya dum-bass!?!’) and is proceeding to give Batman a sound thrashing! (which wouldn’t be an issue, cos the issue was a sucky issue, but it’s the principal of the issue at hand, which was the issue in his hand, which shouldn’t have been).

I gotta get a lock for that draw, cos my son’s too damn smart, and too damn destructive! But he did say sorry (actually, ‘oayoo’) and give old dad a hug and climbed back into bed with the Missus et moi until getting up at the more human hour of seven.

And Mrs Dangergene’s tummy ache is gone, but now she’s just feeling generally unwell, which means she’s also surly, which is no fun for anyone, until she realises she’s being surly and apologises and the Dangergene gets hugs and smooches from everyone!

It’s a good thing I’m perfect, that way I don’t need to apologise and hug anyone!

I’m sure Rue’s ball is big and transparent, like the one in that Coke ad from the 70’s. Or was that ad only shown in Oz? Y’know the one, where there’s people in the ball and people outside the ball and they all push it through the sand-dunes at Port Botany and then into the sea! And then they drink Coke, cos ‘Coke adds life’, or something along those lines.

Wow, Rue, if that’s your ball, can I come to the beach with you? hunh? hunh? I’ll be good, and I’ll stop fidgeting in the back and I won’t even ask for an ice-cream! GOWAN!!!

damn, maybe I should do some work now!

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Ah yes Kallessa, you are very beautiful inside. Your cilia are stunning and your kidneys divine. Though I’d re-think the shag carpeting in your cerebelum, even if you do want a sort of retro look.

In other words, whew! The coloscoplopsy is the lesser of the two evils. The one where they go up is no fun, no matter the drugs they give you. I’ve been in the waiting room on that one (which is about as close as anybody would like to be, I gather). Also, what Swampbear said about having someone to drive you; yeppers. I’ve been in the waiting room on that one too. It would lead to some veery creative driving and most police type folks frown upon that.

The universe is conspiring against my physical and financial health. My radiator just went kablooie. So I pulled off to the side of the freeway and walked about five yards till a very nice couple gave me a ride. From there it was tow truck, mechanic, loaner car, home, shower, shower, plop on the couch, computer. No gym for me, just a new radiator, which should be snug as a bug in a rug in my car by tomorrow afternoon. I’m making no plans to go to the gym on wednesday. You hear me universe? I’m not planning diddly and/or squat!

I also miss you FairyChatMom; you’re the nutmeg in our Alfredo sauce. Sure it’s pretty good sauce without nutmeg, but it adds that little extra yum. And now you know why I don’t work for Hallmark. Nutmeg?

Don’t worry about only having one ball Rue. I know one guy who didn’t have any at all and he did just fine. Well, what I mean is, I know of this one guy. I had no personal first hand-- erm… So, one ball huh? Does that mean you tend to walk in circles a lot?

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Holy cow, Rue. You’re going to Pawley’s Island, and I’m not living in the vicinity any more. Dang. Make sure you buy a hammock while you’re there. They make the best hammocks in the world on Pawley’s Island. (And yes, it’s P-A-W-L-E-Y-’-S. Spell it like you say it. :slight_smile: ) They’re a smidge on the expensive side, but they last forever.

This weekend, I moved from the master bedroom to the basement in the apartment that we live in. Dark, cavernous, and twice the room! I love it. And now we have room for the gigantimous TV and all its attachments. Yay for entertainment centers! We even had room to put a love seat in, and a coffee table. We also hooked up the ancient Super Nintendo, just for giggles, and guess what? It works! It’s been a Super Mario melee ever since.

I know nothing about cricket, except that’s what you bait a hook with. Crickets are particularly excellent for catching stingrays while standing on a floating dock, and then freaking out that you caught a stingray while accidently sending it flying through the air to the stationary dock above you. Trust me, I know. Those Boy Scouts from the stationary dock still haven’t recovered, and it’s been years.

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Skerri colour me stupid, but if you live in an apartment, how do you have a basement?

Aren’t most apartments kind’ve um… way up in the air?

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I know nothing about spline, and if I’m lucky I never will. I don’t need no steenkin’ spline, because I live in the Houston area, and if I had screens in the windows they would just let in all the heat and humidity, not to mention that all the helicopter-sized flying bugs outside would chew their way through it to come in and join their multitudinous crawling brethren, who are already inside and plotting against me.

I don’t know anything about cricket, either. Despite working with a bunch of Pakistanis who regularly play impromptu matches in the parking lot, despite having been to UK three weeks ago, where I was subjected to several interminable hours of a test match on TV, and despite viewing a movie about cricket on the flight back, I know as much now about cricket as I did just prior to my squalling birth: nothing.

Myrtle Beach I know about, but the information is a bit out of date; had a week’s vacation there back around '69 or so, and I remember little except the evening me and my younger brother fought a lengthy artillery duel with bottle rockets, in which a couple of hapless beach walkers became caught in the crossfire. Good times!

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thanks guys and guyettes, I do have someone to drive me home and I will inform her that I will need ice cream–the doctor said so. I’ve got a couple of weeks before the procedure (a word specifically designed to make patients feel nervous) so if I start to get weirded out about it, I call you in for more reassurances.

Ashes, that’s not shag carpeting in my cerebelum, it’s moss. It’s a part of my brain that I rarely use.
for swampy:

Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Abe!
Abe who?
Abe C D E F G H…!
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Lucinda!
Lucinda who?
Lucinda in the sky with diamonds…!

And for Rue, too:

Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Uriah!
Uriah who?
Keep Uriah on the ball!

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BWAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAA!!!

Funny, funny, funny Kalley! BTW, the ceramic tile in your lower intestine is a nice touch. So is that wallpaper border around the inside of your liver.

FCM we miss youuuuuuuu!!!

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Couple three things:

Rue deserves a vacation, and he gave us plenty of warning, and you are all a pack of whiny ingrates.

It completely sucks that FairyChatMom’s playtime has been curtailed. She is my most favoritest poster ever, and I love her to little bits, and it just sucks is all I’m saying. At least she doesn’t have to rely on conjugal visits any more, so that’s something.

See, swampy, there’s a very good reason why there’s no self-serve propane tanks. They’re really not worried about the FWOOSH. That’s not it at all, because there’s not really any danger of that happening. What they are worried about, though, is the very real danger of a BOOM. Really. Propane is tetchy, and I like the word “really.” Really.

Bumbazine had a much better weekend than I did. I had to mow the lawn and get a cell phone. The less said about that, the better.

Finally, you can all just stop voting for welby, because it’s no longer necessary, because I’m appointing him “Official Substitute MMP OP” pretty much by fiat, because I can, because I said so.

So there.

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Dangergene, I actually live in a duplex of a set of townhouses. One that has 3 floors: basement, living/kitchen/dining, and one floor with 2 bedrooms and an office. We had the master bedroom, but we’ve now taken over the basement. I say it’s an apartment because to me, a duplex is a kind of apartment, since you’re really just two apartments or condos stuck together. It’s not like it’s two houses stuck together. I’ve never lived in a highrise apartment. I don’t think I would like it. I like to be able to open the windows when it’s nice outside.

Oh, I totally forgot about spline! Thanks, Rue, for the new word. I didn’t know what spline was, nor did I know that there are spline tools until this thread. Of course, it would have helped if you had done this thread about 2 months ago, when I replaced the screen in my porch door. Had I known about spline and spline tools, I wouldn’t have used the same spline over again, and used a butter knife to put it back in place. But I got the screen replaced in like an hour, so I guess it wasn’t that bad. And there’s no wrinkles! Yay!

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Swampy, I prefer my grill equipment to go SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTT! rather than FWOOSH, thankyewverymuch. I kinda like my eyebrows right where they are on my face, so there! :smiley:

Ashes, OH, NO! Not more car trouble. :frowning:

Kallessa, that down-the-throat thingy makes me go all gaggy just thinkin about it. They owe you good drugs BIG TIME and lottsa ice cream!

I never used no crickets to go fishin with. Them is some yucky guts bugs! :stuck_out_tongue: Round these parts we use s’rimps. You can catch some really good eatin fish usin s’rimps. I’m just sayin…

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Someone forgot to turn Summer off. It’s hot and sticky again today.

I will spend today in Housework Avoidance. It’s something I’m good at, in way that I’ve never been good at actual housework. And this is my last Day Before The Storm, so I expect cool drinks and lots of lying around. Except that Quasi-Daughter is coming over, and she might be energetic.

She also has to be fed every two hours. You’d think that by 22 she’d be able to go more than two hours without eating, but no. And she’ll want to pack things. I’ll just park her on my bed with a book.

I need tea. I really should post without tea.

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Kally by any chance to you have a *** * warning: educational information ahead * * ** Schatzki Ring? My dear husband does, and has had to endure the exact procedure you describe. The next step is the balloon-thingie. But, the goofy drugs are good. He is just hysterical, asking the same questions over and over again, and telling you the same silly information over and over again. This time, he’s actually practicing for the goofy thing he intends to say, which is: “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney.” :stuck_out_tongue:

To my knowledge, I’ve never made anything go whoosh. Nor have I lived in a basement or played Mario since approximately 1982. But it does sound fun. Someone who shall remain nameless is currently addicted to internet versions of the old Pong game, which drives me bonkers. I think he’s found about 8 gazillion of the programs.

Is this Kentucky-appropriate enough for you, swampster: Kentucky Horse Park, as a summer destination? Tis a nice place to visit, if you’re visitin.’

Speaking of visiting, I believe you have numerous World Leaders and Important People down your way! How’s that going?

Now I’m going to recover from having been forced to contemplate Rue’s ball.

-Ellen. (traumatized)

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Yuck. Good luck on the exam. Never had an endoscopy - but I know how nasty stomach acid is. A couple months ago I developed a hiatal hernia. Now life is a series of “Good morning - how bad is the burning after a lovely night’s sleep? And how bad will it be today - even after taking medication?”

It’s bad today - I am burning up from the inside.

And it’s not the type of burning that ice cream could help. And I don’t even eat ice cream, so that’s not helpful.

But other than that, everything’s cool.

Susan

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Jeepers, you people are monsters! I zip away from the page for a bit and next thing I know I’m being voted into office!

Ah well. So that would be this Monday then? An MMP? What if I say no? Better yet, what if I say SPLINE!

I have no idea why I like that word so much, but I spent most of the day yesterday, and part of today, saying it. There are people threatening to hurt me unless I stop.

But I can’t!

SPLINE!

See?

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“I really should post without tea” ought to read “I really shouldn’t post without tea”.

Caffeine required.

I still haven’t got the faintest idea what a spline is.

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Lis, spline is that fat plastic wire stuff that holds the screening in the screen frame. There’s a picture here. http://www.castlewholesalers.com/cat_productdetail.cfm?category=Hardware&subcat=Window%20Hardware&subsubcat=Screen%20Spline&product_id=93497999

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I know Tupug, more trouble! Or as I like to think of it, an extension of previous trouble. But this is it, I can’t have any more problems because I’ve used up all the free towing on my AAA card. Plus I got to drive a big truck, which is fun even if it didn’t have A/C.

Which reminds me; Swampbear, when those a/c guys finish in your office, could you send them over to me? My classroom’s a/c went out and it’s getting warm in here. Already the temp is 85 and it’s only 9 a.m. It’s finals today fer cryin’ out loud!

Kalley, that moss in your cerebelum is avant garde and tres chic, zoot alors! That’s it for my decorator french. You know, my mom’s having that same procedure done and they told her weeks in advance too. I believe they just want to test your stomach on how it does with nervousness and anxiety.

When we went fishing, we used balls of wonderbread. No guts or wiggly stuff, which is a good thing when fishing with soft hearted girl types.

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*Don’t say it!

But I wanna!

No! It’s not nice, and Kallessa is your friend.

But, But…

Talk about something else.

Humph! Okay.*

My dad used to go fishing with those little colored marshmallows. Just the orange ones. He said the fish thought they were salmon eggs. He never caught a lot of fish though. My father-in-law used to take worms and inject air under their skin with a hypodermic needle, (he was diabetic, so he had lots of needles), so they would float off of the bottom. I don’t recall that he caught a lot of fish either. I use shrimps &/or bits of herring. I don’t catch a lot of fish either.

Susan, been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. You have my sympathy.