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From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 07 Sep 15 - 11:22 AM
Who needs alcohol? Is there such a thing as a sugar hangover? We had lots of extra desserts arrive for yesterday's small dinner with a few friends. There was a little booze mixed in, but it was mostly just food. MOM is snoring gently on the couch right now - taking a morning nap after getting up late.
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From: Rapparee
Date: 06 Sep 15 - 09:53 PM
Maybe some Gosling's Black Seal or almost overproof anything except Bacardi and Captain Morgan. Of course, good rum doesn't need to be overproof.
From: gnu
Yes, Lamb's Navy might work. London Dock is finer, IMO, but not much "black" as is customary. If I was a young man again, I would convene a panel with Alfred of Amber, Old Sam and The Captain. We'd sup and eat brown bread slathered with butter and molasses and convene again in a couple of days after we had recovered to decree... what the fuck were we on about again? Amos? Amos who? Has he been properly Screeched In?
I've got a liter of 151 proof Lamb's. Will that work?
175.8. BP is holding at a tad high. Worth every bite.
A... get thee a 40 pounder of black rum... kill or cure!
I have my own trouble with regular aunts, so I don't need the fire type. Take my Aunt Thecla now -- she drank six quarts of freshly made lemonade every day, no sugar, and it made her into the sourest person you ever met but I must admit that she didn't have scurvy even once in her 107 year alive. She once looked at a cardinal that was singing his little heart out in her backyard and that look knocked him down dead. Took 20+ years to clear it with the Vatican and a whopping big donation to Peter's Pence...bankrupted the family for prit near two decades. Or Aunt Elly, who became a nun and ended up teaching other nuns how to discipline the pupils they were teaching; she learned it from her great-great grandfather who was torturer-in-chief to some Russian czar or somebody. Or Aunt Helen, who flew helicopters for me. No, keep your fire aunts. I've enough aunts.
Aha! A point made on the organic gardening program I listen to: fire ants (an invasive species) keep chiggers and ticks out of the area. So if you want to get rid of chiggers or ticks, I can send you some fire ants to start your own invasive colony.
From: Amos
I am sorry to be silent but I have been suffering waves of fatigue, chills and fwever that I picked up on the way home. I am heading out of the woods now but it is still raucous and very uncomfortable.
There are many more pictures and I am correlating them and using their EXIF metadata to remind me where they were yaken and entitling tyhem porperly and so forth and also integrating BBW's pictures and mine in date order. I will put the whole shebang up somewhere.
Approximately 10 kilograms of those two isotopes constitutes critical mass. In short, you would be equal to about 340 kilotons of TNT, or 34 Nagasaki-sized fission bombs, or about 48,400 terajoules. You are one powerful dude!
gnu, 174.8 kilograms is 385.37 pounds, or 27.5 stone, or an atomic mass unit of 1.052669487 x 1029. If you're 5 feet 8.5 inches tall (the average height of Canadian males), that gives you a Body Mass Index of 56.9 on the US National Institutes of Health scale, or WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too morbidly obese. So you better whack off some of that body mass (i.e., weight). Remember, if your body was Pu239 or U235 you would have long ago achieved critical mass and pretty much all of New Brunswick and part of Maine would be radioactive and the US and Canada would have been/probably be involved in a nuclear war and it would be/have been YOUR fault. And don't tell me Canada doesn't have nukes -- I know who supplies the yellowcake and it ain't Betty Crocker.
Well, that was prophetic. Clocked in at 174.8 this AM. BP clocked in high too (130/78@73bpm) so it's mostly water weight. But it was worth it. Best ham I ever ett. Even had a ham sandwich at 9PM SLATHERED with mustard.
Typo... 172.8.
From: Ebbie
No point. Just kind of rolls off the tongue.
From: GUEST,Seamus of Ballyfungus
There are many more photographs, but they were seized by the Garda as licentious, objectionable, obscene, and contributory to the immoralisation of both the young and the aged and those between. They are being very carefully studied and charges are pending.
MOM enjoyed seeing photos of Amos' trip. She grabbed my laptop out of my hand to look through the facebook album herself, and says she thinks there should be a lot more photos there.
From: GUEST,M. le Rapparee
174.8 kg ain't no lightweight.
I'd post pics of my boiled ham dinner but they wouldn't fit on your screen.
Fffudge I am full. I haven't eaten this much since the last boiled ham dinner. Thank Dog I was down to 174.8 this AM. I shant weigh myself tomorrow as I intend to do it all over again without guilt. Rather, with great gutso... urp!
From: GUEST, ^*^
Snow! We're still locked in the mid-90s every day, with overnight down to the low 70s. Next week we're supposed to step down to the mid-80s. I'm ready for the flannel shirts and wearing socks with my shoes, but the weather isn't cooperating yet.
Three -- 3! -- inches of snow! That's 7.62 centimeters. 0.164654226 Greek cubits! 5.093655387 x 10-13 AU! 0.000378788 furlongs! 4,320 twip! A Planck length of 4.715200644 x 1033! And that's at 7,984 feet!
Elk'll be coming down off the mountain now, bears'll be denning up, and soon a new cycle of life will begin again from the seeds of Autumn. Soon enough the mountain maple with mix its bright slash of crimson to the deep lemon yellow of the aspens and the mountainsides will again turn into become a riotous spectrum of colors, except in Canada where it will be a riotous spectrum of colours.
Ah, Autumn in the mountains! Where the last of the wannabe mountain climbers will find themselves trapped on a ledge at 10,000 feet and/or dead of hypothermia or falling off a cliff, their bodies to remain until what is left can be gathered in the Spring. Where flat-land hunters will pass out from anoxyia because they didn't all enough time to become accustomed to a lower oxygen level and by doing so contribute a few days' residency to our local hospital and find they must sell their hunting gear to pay for part of their stay.
And then Winter comes. No more bikini-clad bimbos finding the back country swarms with mosquitoes. No more 65 foot "Class A motorhomes" failing to make hairpin turns on gravel roads that make a mountain goat pale at the thought of negotiating them. Not until Spring will one again hear the whine, "But dear, I didn't KNOW that the Rocky Mountains were, you know, MOUNTAINS!"
Going down to 4.4 C. tomorrow night, the high tomorrow is 20.0 C. That's what I wrote -- 4.4. Why, there's SNOW up on the hills! And good sleeping with the window open and the blankets up with a 98.6F bed warmer....
"2kg of local fresh greenie beanies"
Drat... "one kg". But two would be even better.
Whassup?! Whassup?! I'll tell yas whassup. The temPERature is down on me thermo-meter! I was just out for a walk and upon return to me humble abode, I flung open me windows. Well, cranked em open on accounta I got yer casement windows eh? Yessir, yessir. She's readin 18C eh wha? Lovely noight me son! Goin down ta 10 here in Sout'East NB tanoight! Talk a frost in the river valleys up nort'west NB in e Appalachians. High of 19 ona morrow. I bought a smoked pork picnic shoulder ham at $2.84/kg, 2kg of local fresh greenie beanies* and a fresh green cabbage today. I got fresh local spuds and carrots and... I am gonna gain weight tomorrow. And the next day... and the next day... I clocked in at 172.4# today. I have been working hard on getting ready for this boiled ham dinner.
*Yes. A kilo in one pot. I loikes me greenie beanies, me!
Ah, me. None to post, none to keep Mom from utter and complete degradation, save myself. I shall, therefore, do this thing! I do this not for self-completion or for public praise, but because It Is The Right Thing To Do and hence the pinnacle of both Ethics and Morality as long as I remain humble -- and I'm very, very proud of my humility.
Gotta get these empty whiskey and whisky bottle outa here before Mom wakes up or she'll go on and on about how she should have been invited.
Oh, yeah. Fujifilm Finepix S9900W. It's all I need to do what I need to do, I think. Probably more.
I got my new camera today! 50 -- count them FIFTY -- x optical zoon! 16 megapixels! I took a great picture of the moon showing the street signs of Luna City and everything and it's not even up yet!
Amos, Ballyferriter and Butte await. Of course, I'll be far, far ahead of you as they are offering Irish at Idaho State University this semester and I'll be taking it. But then, I'm way ahead of you anyway. And anyone who believes in Guinness believes in the Tooth Fairy...it's MURPHYS or Creans or Smithwick.
Rapp:
That was once true, but then, you see, I went to Ireland and found Murphy's and the True Guinness. So you should keep your thrashing to yourself, where it will be more productive, in an onanistic sort of way...
Thanks for the correction; I would hate to do a typographical disservice to such a gent. Turns out as well he is an old friend of Mai's, who charmed us all at the Getaway last year with her blithe spirit.
Rapparree's point about WiFi is generally well taken--you can find it in pubs and hostels all over the country and at one point they had a Dublin-wide city WiFi which was bolloxed up in the installation and discontinued. But out on the water, no such luck. Barely able to get cell coverage.
I have to say that I am doomed, now, to return to Ireland again and again. Next year, Westport and the west coast, I think. If I were not such a lazy sod, basically, I'd be taking up Irish language studies. :D
Thanks again for the charming visit to our little boat! There are some pictures on my Facebook page -- only a fraqction of the hundreds--that you might enjoy.
No! Amos? In a place that sells, and people consume, alcoholic beverages? Why, he would as soon go to a Bieber or Beiber or however that Canadian fellow spells his surname concert! It surely must have been Amos' evil twin or his doppelganger or someone who kinda looks like him. Amos has never been know to let a drop of anything alcoholic touch his lips or any other part of his anatomy! Now that I have returned from my journeys for a bit I shall find whoever started this scurrilous rumor and give them a sound thrashing!
From: GUEST,MartiRyan, bereft of cookie..
Glad it went well! Again, my apologies for only managing a flying visit as you settled in to the boat.
I knew Sean's Bar very well - and the eponymous Seán himself, indeed. A pub of great character and history. If I remember correctly, a historian friend of mine located the documents that established its claim to the "oldest pub" tag under its old name of "The Three Blackamoors Heads".
P.S. That would have been Kevin ROWSOME you met in The Cobblestone - just to avoid confusion.
12C at 11 PM. Happy happy happy happy! Going down to 8C overnight in the next few days! Did I mention I am happy? Windows open all night long. Now, 28C and humid tomorrow but I can take it with the windows closed AFTER 12C overnight. HAPPY! Fuck summer. Pfffft! Goodbye and good riddance. Take yer damn skeeters with ya.
Indeed, ^*^! What wonderful updates. Thanks, A.
Careful, Amos, you'll turn this into a music thread yet. They'll bump it upstairs and who knows who will drop in! (Glad you're having such an adventure and charming all with your music!)
Friday we wandered through the highs and lows of Dublin City to a wee fine old pub called The Cobblestone, and who should file into the pub while we were sipping porter there but the very man himself, Kevin Rowan, heir and master of the legacy of five generations of Uillean piping. His wife and two granddaughters and he set up with flute, half-pipes, fiddle and concertina and proceeded to light up the place with the finest of jigs, reels and hornpipes. Kevin Rowan one the Oirechatas Festival first place award in 1991, the same which is great great-uncle had one a hundred years before. Talk about the stream down the generations. Then in came an old granny, no relation, with a fine bodhran and she chimed in in perfect time with a wicked tipple. Then another young man with a guitar gently chimed in to support the magic. What an afternoon! If we hadn't been due to catch the train to Sandycove we would have stayed the day out just for the toe-tapping music.
have spent the last week exploring the River Shannon, the great silver water that runs down through the center of Ireland. My means of exploration was a 30-foot barge-shaped cruising boat, purpose designed for rivers and canals, and the two of us were thrilled and delighted with every turn we took, from Athlone's Killinure Point north to Carrick, east to Lough Key and the strange castle that sits on an islet there, north to the beautiful village of Leitrim, and then south again through Rosskey, Tarmonbarry, Lanesborough and back across the wide Lough Ree to our home base at Quigley's Marina.
Then we spent two deliriously fine days traipsing across Dublin thanks to a dear friend who knows every turn of Irish history by heart. We took the light rail down to Sandycove, where--be still my heart!--we climbed the very steps of Joyce's Tower where stately plump Buck Mulligan once carried his shaving dish to intone the blessing of the sea over his morning ablutions.
In Athlone I had the rare treat of singing and playing for a grand gathering of spirited Irish folk in the oldest pub in Ireland, Sean's yclept, reputedly founded in 900 AD.
Here's to the Irish, God bless them high and low.
SOB!!!! I haven't eaten a potato chip in years and Lay's comes out with P.E.I. Scalloped Potato Chips? BASTARDS!
And the US Mail. And......
Ah - like the GOP trying to sell US national parks to oil companies.
Date: 31 Aug 15 - 12:41 PM
Public-Private Partnership. It's a fancy name for privatization (AKA getting paid under he table to sell public institutions/resources to the private sector).
What are P3s?
I saw MOM heading up to the attic this afternoon. Something about pulling out stuff for fall. Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas lights and ornaments, and orange vests to wear when out and about so no hunters blow her or any of us away. Sounds like the deer population around the house is growing.
Oh really? I guess that's that then.
Again at the bottom of the page? WTF is going on?
Coalition for Seniors (nb.ca) Some pissed off old git posted...
Research P3s. They have cost Ontario billions of dollars. They cost us big time right now. They always cost more and you get less. Simple example : If you can own your own home rather than paying rent, it costs less.
P3s just make money for someone other than taxpayers... EVERY TIME.
Why do governments want P3s for schools and nursing homes and hospitals and highways and water/sewer... the list goes on...? Well, they are abdicating direct responsibility for running public infrastructure as well as trying to play with the books to make themselves look good. They are saying that no NBers are smart enough to run our public infrastructure... really? Remember when they told us Jean Charest could run NB Power better than we could? They tried to sell NB Power to Quebec??? Now they want to sell everything to P3s?
I think something has already been sold. Our politicians.
Just one more thought. Close schools and build a downtown hockey rink in Moncton? The job of our three levels of governments is to manage and tax land use... NOT to be in business. If Mayor George wants a hockey rink, he should go to a bank and borrow the money to do so on his own dime... and pay taxes on the land he buys rather than expecting taxpayers to be on the hook for his pipe dream. It's about time these politicians learned that, if they want to be in business, they should get into business... ON THEIR OWN.
What a cranky old git!
BREAKING :
New poll says 0% of Canucks will vote Blue.
Based on a poll of one, CPC is screwed. In a bold move, Owenspolls contacted one person, and asked him if he would vote CPC. In addition, they requested that the answers be allowed to be made public in quotes. The respondent said, "Sure. I don't give a shit."
The lone respondent said, "Not a chance in hell." The next question was "Who would you vote for if the election was today?" and he responded, "Are you shittin me? I ain't tellin youse guys! Don't call me again ya stunnedasmearse!" and he slammed the phone down.
Owenspolls says the poll and it's projection of election results are accurate 20 out of 20 times with no damn chance of any error unless the election is suspect. When contacted for clarification of the accuracy, the representative for Owenspolls, a Mr. Gary Owens, said, "Shit Harpers... ah... happens. Look at the last few elections."
Stephen Harper was asked about the poll by the CBC. He responded, "We are well aware of Owenspolls and CSIS has been dispatched... rather... asked to monitor Owenspolls for any wrong or evildoings. You can never let down your guard in order to keep Canadians safe from Canadians. A vote for the CPC is a vote for vigilant safety in these dangerous times. You... you work at CBC? What's your name?"
Yes we're around. MOM likes her autonomy and prefers to wander near the edge just for the excitement of it, so sometimes we let her.
From: GUEST,R
Why not? No one else is around.
From: GUEST,Rap-a-ree!!!!
There is no one left save me to save Mom and save her safe. It is in said safe where she stores sweets and saurkraut for sassy siblings so smooch her withered old cheek and bring her tea (with a good tot of rum).
Date: 28 Aug 15 - 10:12 AM
Only a half hour from fall into the abyss! Glad I was able to catch Mom and pull her from the brink.
Kicks Hrans? He's in imminent danger!
Now, at last, it can be told.
He also bad-mouths and kicks bodhrans. Says that they shouldn't be allowed to propagate.
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