It is Officially Fat Tuesday Day, the Sanctioned and Officially Recognized Holiday after Christmas as The Next HolyDay
hooray. It is Fat Tuesday because It Is Tuesday, And Because I am
Well, Let's just say it's Fat Tuesday. Mardi=Tuesday. Gras=big ole' fat old. In French, it's "Tuesday Fat." They're sorta backwards, in several ways.
Wednesday, though, is not the start of Lent. No sense in rushing into a season of deprivation and atonement. We've got time before that, unless anyone is really compelled to atone for whatever. Then, go ahead, but understand I'm not going to yet.
Ace; tomorrow: big lardbutted Wednesday. Nothing personal.
And there will be a parade today, along every commuter highway in the country.
Now there is national recognition for Fat Tuesday.
Bill
Buncha fat people parading around... that'll be lovely. They should get some of those big fat parade balloons, with no strings attached. With a chorus of Maroon Toons. Looney ones.
Ace; dang, these pants are tight today. It must be Tuesday.
Quote from: Ace on December 27, 2005, 06:20 hrs
It is Officially Fat Tuesday Day, the Sanctioned and Officially Recognized Holiday after Christmas as The Next HolyDay
No it's not. It is Wednesday. ;D
Today's Day Planner from the guy who's been announcing his birthday, from May of last year.
Right you are, MarhK! It is now officially
BIG FAT WEDNESDAY! A special HolyDay recognized by some church, as the day after Fat Tuesday! Who Knows what Tomorrow Will Bring!!
Wednesday in French is Mercredi; So it'd be Mercredi Gras. That's pronounced "Mare Cruddy" uh.. Grass. Like in Cruddy Old Gray Mare. Day. So, for all who are old and gray and fat, here's Your Big Fat Old Day! Enjoy!!
I think multiple exclamation points really accentuate the fun and spirit of this holiday. Much like the little known fact that Halloween is an officially sanctioned holiday recognized by the Church as the day before the Holy Day of All Saint's Day, then Fat Tuesday is also as little known and yet bogus as a holy day Before Ash Wednesday.
Yeah; they give out those candy corn things and 3 Musketeer bars instead of normal communion for Halloween. 3 = Trinity.
Ace; it might be wondered why these little known facts are known, so little. Coming Attractions: The Day Before The Resurrection Of The Groundhog Day.
Now, don't get scared. I didn't say "End of Days, Day" or "End of Time Day" or "End of the Ayre's Sale Days, Day." Nothing that final, or conclusive.
Geez Louise, it seems like only a year or so ago we were celebrating like it was 1999 and the millenium was turning, except for those idjuts who were counting "from the year 0"... I've had some years that turned out to be a lot of nothing, but it's not like I put that on my checks.
Other thoughts for The Final Days sorry "Thursday" - named after Thor. And something in French, but who cares about that.
* Read the manual before you install your next printer to make sure your install will and won't get a mess you can't uninstall. I'd do what Mark said Bill said he should do, since Whiz had it right.
*If Iran doesn't believe in The Holocaust then it shouldn't bother them too much when they suffer one.
*Remind me next year not to yell "I've got a Bomb!" and run around and off an airplane.
*Remind me next year not to pull a knife on a bunch of cops in N.O.
*Actually, it's ok if you remind me this year, too.
*A guy babysitting in NY got the toddlers drunk, along with himself. Apparently the parents are at the hospital, having another baby. Please; keep them coming.
*My new year's resolution is to go up to people and tell them they're beautiful and that my strings aren't attached.
*Maybe even to Pat, if he buys me a couple margaritas. I tell ya, Tequila is a hallucinogen as far as I'm concerned.
*This is gonna be the weirdest weekend, with Saturday bowl games and New Year's Day with the NFL and not College and then Monday with Bowl Games. That's like Bizarro New Years.
*I missed Boxing Day again this year. I gotta circle that on the calendar for next year.
*I miss working for the State of Indiana, when I used to get Martin Luther King Jr. Day and Veteran's Day and Columbus Day and Election Day and all those great holidays off.
*I am at least relieved to learn Mardi Gras and Halloween and The Day Before GroundHog Day are recognized by the church, and I can claim them as my personal days per my religion.
*There's got to be something for "The Day Before Valentine's Day." I mean, shoot, it's a saint day and massacre and cavity inducement all in one. Somebody had to have something as a preview.
*"Day When I Broke Up With My Girlfriend With Bad Teeth To Keep From Killing Her Day and No I Stopped Saying She was Beautiful And The ONly String I wanted Was One Around Her Redneck Day" is now on my church calendar for next year.
*Now that the after Christmas sales are on, I'm going to Osco's to see if I can pick up some discounted boxes of Duck cards for next year. Those things are hilarious. They should have ducks in the mangers, since it sure would have lightened up the spirit there.
*Now that people have gotten over their initial confusion of how Santa and Rudolph visited the infant savior in a manger at the North Pole while visiting his parents Joseph and Mary Christ, we can look forward to the Easter season when the Easter Bunny rose from the dead in the pumpkin patch with the Great Pumpkin after hiding rabbit eggs all over to be discovered by his disciples.
Ace; maybe that Boxing Day is what we call "Sexual Harrassment at Work Day." That would explain the punch...
You're too much, Charlie Brown.
But you're right about the football stuff. Gonna mess up my sense of what day it for the whole dang week. Three days of football overload and then crash 'til the next week end when, hopefully, the schedule will be back to normal.
I'll try to remember to remind you about all that stuff and dates, maybe.
Bill
Geez Louise, as Pat would say I would say; it must be a special day if I was right.
You know what would be funny? If they had Charlie Brown say "Oh, Luuucy" like Rickie Ricardo did. And you know what else? Police came across two teenagers drunk in a car; guy was naked behind the wheel, girl was just wearing a shirt in the back seat. Both passed out; she got sick on the way to the precinct, and they had to shake her to get her breathing again.
First thing I thought was; man, I bet Scuzzy would like some action like that. Second thing was what the fat guy on the porch in "It's a Wonderful Life" says: "Youth is wasted on the wrong people."
Ace; every time a bell rings, it means a Jester has tripped and fallen. Again.
You know, it isn?t like I?ve never offered. And don?t call me Shirley.
But your right about the, after the day sale, at Osco?s. I got some Pistachios for half price, which was a pretty good deal. They even had some of those five pound Hershey Bars. Dang, those things are huge; they were 29 dollars off of a 37 dollar retail. I didn?t get one though. I mean, what the heck, who needs a five pound Hershey Bar? I did get some of those fancy imported European cookies in those fancy tins. I always like those.
You can get those fancy cookies in imported tins at the Dollar store, too, but they're from 1992. Out of Paraguay.
Well, I guess the good news is that if you consume a 5 lb. Hershey bar you're only going to gain... 5 lbs. I used to really really like chocolate, but something about getting older makes me really really sensitive to its consumption. That 5 lb. overdose could wind up with terrible repercussions.
I did tell my wife that when we finally watch Charlie and the Chocolate Olfactory that I want (French) Vanilla ice cream and hot fudge sauce. I gotta get in the spirit of the movie.
And maybe Reddi Whip. Oh, that would be to die for.
And feel like dying, after. Probably just later that night. Still, it'd be worth it. Up to that point.
My dad liked Pistachios. I always thought they were sorta weird, and a funny color. Sometimes I get a craving for hickory smoked almonds, but then I don't. I don't mind nuts by themselves (like, here) but I really do not like them IN anything or ON anything... Like a sundae, or brownie. That is just gross, to me.
I would go out for a margarita, but I just can't do it in cold weather. It's not right. I got a single malt Irish whiskey for Christmas (I'd actually never heard of a single Irish) and it is very nice. Light, pale, aromatic. That's more in the season. If the heat wave of Michiana continues and it hits 70 next week then maybe it's time to head to Hacienda or Don Pablos. Tonight we went Between the Buns.
ace; look, it's the name of the dang restaurant. I didn't mean it literally...
Should have had a double, huh?
I?ll have a double on New Years Eve, and that should do us both.
I was in the Bed, Bath and Beyond store the other day and they had this fountain sorta thingy that you filled with chocolate and it melted and flowed down and back up and around again. Not sure what the purpose of that was, maybe you just reached in and grabbed some in a cup or something as it flowed by. I don?t know???
I?m always sorta amazed at the crazy things that are for sale around the holidays, more so that people buy them.
Case in point; Chocolate Charlie one of those home grown Michiana specialties only available around the holidays.
In a word, yuk.
A coworker got married in September and they had a chocolate fountain going out on the deck... Like an erupting fondue. With fruit and pieces of cake to spear and soak. Probably people just put their faces in it, after the free bar opened back up.
Chocolate Charlie is a gosh-awful concoction to my sensibilities, too. Chocolate over tough marshmallow with nuts. Like a S'more left out in the rain, and then dried with a towel. I've played Greg Claeys of Claeys' Candy in tennis. Thank goodness not for one of those.
Recycled chocolate. That's a sign of ecology gone wrong.
Ace; beyond my bed and bath is the kitchen.
Ok, might as well finish out the year with a dumb joke, I?m off to have a double??.
A pregnant woman is in a car accident and falls into a deep coma. Asleep for nearly six months, she wakes up and sees that she is no longer pregnant.
Frantically, she asks the doctor about her baby. The doctor replies, "Ma'am, you had twins! A boy and a girl. The babies are fine. Your brother came in and named them."
The woman thinks to herself, Oh no, not my brother, he's an idiot! Expecting the worst, she asks the doctor, "Well, what's the girl's name?" "Denise," says the doctor.
The new mother thinks, Wow, that's not a bad name! I guess I was wrong about my brother. I like Denise! Then she asks the doctor, "What's the boy's name?"
The doctor replies, "Denephew."
Happy New Year all!!
Bill. deuncle.
Happy Nude Year from Illinoid !!!
geez, I hope he at least puts some pants on.
Happy New Year from the Magical and still Mystical Land of Michiana. The sun shines, the snow's melted. This global warming thing is a'ight, so far this year.
And in commemoration, in the immortal words of Allan Sherman:
Old Lang's Sign
I knew a man
his name was Lang
and he had a neon sign
and Mr. Lang was very old
so they called it
"Old Lang's Sign"
Ace; same old same old Jester.
I shall look for a pair of fast breathers,,,,,, but wait a pair,,,, who decided to call one pants a pair,,, In Illiniod, a pair means 2,,, 1 + 1 ,,, half of 4, is it a pair because of 2 leg holes ?? I guess I better put on a pair of shirts too,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, unless you are referring the odd shaped fruit,,, as in pear,, no holes at all in a pear,where do my legs go?????,,,,,,,,,, so if you eat a pear, did you eat 2 of them tings' with no holes that don't fit? But no matter, I would look hot in a pear,,,,,er pair,,,, er set,,,,er compilation.
As Great-Grandpa Bubba used to say:
"there may not be nothin' wrong,,,, but somethin' ain't right"
Well, if it ain't fixed don't break it.
Probably the British, as far as the weird pants plurality. They do stuff like that all the time; make up bizarre words and spellings for the simplest things, like humour and bathroom and biscuits.
You know, that could be a whole new category here for the new year: Bathroom Biscuit Humour.
Your Grandpa Bubba was a wise man. Well, not one of "the" wise men, but still... I'm thinking I'd actually do well to go with 2 pairs of pants. I don't know if that'd be two, or four, then. Like a pair of twins; is that four people?
I'm not sure what a "normal" shaped fruit is. Banana? Pomegranete? Grapefruit? You know, there's those weird furry kiwi things; those are kinda funny. And there's cucumbers and gourds that look just like
well, something funny. Anyway, speaking of the British, and fruit, I'm glad Reggie Dwight (Ok; Elton) finally got married or betrothed or common lawed or whatever they decided was ok over there. Speaking of a pear shape; he sure has packed some on. Pretty soon he'll be up to two pairs, and they'll probably be pretty flamboyant.
ace; I wonder who wears the pants in his family.
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if they use a pair of pants,, could not both wear them ??
boy screwed that up
I just hope you didn't resolve not to do that, this year. Because you really screwed that up by screwing that up.
It's even worse you took two poasts to break it, after you didn't fix it. Once we get to the bottom of page one, Bill will probably poast something to start page 2.
I wouldn't want to share pants with Elton John. I mean, as big as they are, I still don't think there'd be enough room for both of us. And I sure don't want to get between him and that other guy.
Ace; I'm glad we have a lot to look forward to, this year.
Well, it's time for a "next page", even if it isn't doesn't.
Bill
Dang. There ought'a be a gauge or indicator.
Maybe a pair is required?
Bill
Geez. Still not right.
mabe ill get to be 1st...
freelance; that'd be a first!
darn!!!!
freelance; second times the charm!
Criminy, which one of you is Tweedle Dee and which one is Tweedle...
It's like watching two old people with walkers racing at the supermarket. You know they're trying to get somewhere, but you just wish they'd hurry up.
You all should remember the Physician's Oath: First, do no harm.
This is almost better than New Year's Day; The Day After New Year's Day Day when Bowl Games Rule and I Don't Have To Work nyaah nyaah to anyone whom does. Plus I'm taking PTO for tomorrow. I should be at 4800 poasts easy by this time tomorrow.
You guys are so dang lucky. ;D cool, now where's the smarmy one ;) yeah
Ace; one riot, one jester.
well it was worth a try ;D
freelance; darn still didnt get it!
That could be my epitaph:
"Darn! Still didn't get it."
or
"I finally got it."
ace; I hope I win this. That'd be the first contest of the year I've won.
Well in the meantime, we could always talk about food.
Then again, we've probably all had enough of that, over the holidays.
Bill; is it lunch time yet?
No. I had breakfast just a couple hours ago. I resolved not to pig out this new year, so after gorging myself yesterday I'm going to start today with
hold it. hold on a minute... ok, I guess that one's over. Huh.
Ace; time for lunch
ed. note: HAH! WE HAVE A WINNER! ONE FREE LUNCH TO LUCKY THE JESTER DING DING DING ;D
Figures. First contest he enters in '06, he wins.
Bill; Jesters have all the luck.
And for your prize winning lunch you are entitled to cold beans and peanut and apple butter on last night's left over French bread. No toasting or substitutions allowed.
B-
Aha! The first kill in '06.
Bill
Wait a minute. I haven't lost it, yet.
"You can not lose what you do not have"...
You know, after a few days of this, it's just another year, isn't it. Huh.
Ace; SHUT (#(@* UP! HAPPY NEW YEAR! would be ok, I guess.
Yup, the only thing that's changed is the date on checks. And of course the little thing on the task bar.
Dreary, snow, freezing rain, cold, little sun, cold, more snow, cold, etc., gets a body to wonder why this is really necessary.
Bill
Well, "this" isn't necessary. I only do "this" so I can fill in the "Professional Organizations" section on my resume.
We're in the 40's here (I wish I was). I actually went out for a jog yesterday. I couldn't feel my hands except for the pain, so I figured I oughta do the same to my legs. For a Michiana January it's nice.
I wrote checks and got all the dates right. Of course, that doesn't mean I'll continue with that winning streak.
Ace; "Little sun" would be a good name for a Michiana town.
Another day in my Volunteer Organization.
In the absence of anyone from the Mideast walking into a bar and everyone in it scrambling out, I offer these headlines straight from the West Virginia Mining Company News Service:
*U.S. Wins War in Iraq... oops, wait a minute
* USC leads Texas: Wins Title Game....oops, hold on a minute
*Ariel Sharon fully recovered from Minor Stroke and Is In Excellent Health ... oh oh
* ND recovers in multiple overtimes to shock Pittsburgh in Big East Opener wait dangit
* Jester Awakes Early, Rarin' to Go On Day Off .. just a second
* Patience is a Virtue wait No It's Not hold it Yes It Is
* Children's Game of "Telephone" Where Statement is Whispered from Person to Person Ultimately Changing It is Excellent Technique For Accurate News Reporting
Ace; no, it's not
Much like the quote from Bush, "They survived, give or take a few."
I think the aircraft carrier "The major fighting is over" speech qualifies.
Ace; Scuzzy's Birthday Over! could work
Try as I might, I can find a "next thought." Guess the only thing left is Trav's solution: ::) ::) ::) ::) ;D
Bill;one more poast to the count.
iN our seemingly never ending Ode To the Holiday Of The Day Day, I would like to commemorate GroundHogDayWeen, the festive Day Before Ground HOG Day. Much Like Halloween is the Day Before All Hallow's Day/Eve and Christmas Eve is the day before the Holiday That Shall Not Be Named having been replaced by Generic Seasonal Holiday Day, a.k.a. Santa Frosty Rudolph Nameless Tree Day.
GroundHogDayWeen is much like Fat Tuesday, except it's a Wednesday. Otherwise, I think it's when Groundhogs fatten up for the big coming out party tomorrow.
Unless they so engorge themselves they become too fat to pass through their groundhoghole opening, and just stay at home and snooze. Of course, they would miss out at their chance at a moment in the sun, or clouds, whichever. The spotlight or sunlight only shines on them briefly, this time of year tomorrow.
You know, the nice thing would be not trying to spell Puxsatauny or whatever that stupid Pennsylvania town is. Home of the interminably long Bill Murray movie of the same name.
Not as long as "Beloved", though. No dang movie will ever be that long again, ever.
So, go feed your favorite groundhog today. Give him a hug and tell him you love him. Throw a nice treat down his hole. Keep him off the streets; it doesn't count if roadkill sees its shadow or not. Rest up, with him, for a great GroundHOgDay Tomorrow. Make it the best one ever.
I think groundhogs are funny looking. Fat little men of the animal kingdom; fatter than ground squirrels, even. And that one in Punxsatauney is really plump. That thing looks like a load, to try to lift. I don't know why they wear top hats, either. No, not the groundhogs; the guys who do the heavy lifting. That's peculiar.
And remember the dang myth is backwards; if it's a nice day and sunny, we'll have more winter. If it's a lousy dark day, then winter is ending. Go figure.
Ace; I didn't make up the stupid holiday. I just report on it. If my pellet gun was working I'd just as soon plug a groundhog in its fat behind than look at it.
Well now it's GroundHogDayWeen eve and I am anxiously awaiting for the little fat rodent to get lost in his sink hole. I don't need another 6 weeks of winter. Maybe I'll go shove some rat poison down the tunnel. Take care of that little version of your backyard panda, and the fireants as well.
Bill
You could try a hot pepper sauce. I've used that to annoy and eradicate moles. That could make the groundpig jump right out and scamper all over the yard; probably never go back down. I like to watch them run; it's sort of a fast waddle.
I did go for a jog last week, speaking of which. But now winter's returning over the weekend. There's times I wish I really did live in Neverwinter.
Ace; MJ is still in Bahrain. Talk about Neverland.
Bahrain is one of the few places in the world that does not tax personal income.
If you could get your employer to pay you there, you could save a lot.
They don't deserve MJ, but then, who does. The further he falls into the background, the better.
Fortunately, I don't have any earthrats in the the back yard. Would drive Fido crazy no crazier. Very hard to get rid of the dang things once they dig in.
The sun is shinning in NJ, a bad omen for a late spring, dangit. Who came up with this nonsense anyway?
Bill; are we in the old age room here?
I?m not sure how it went here in Michiana today; it was mostly cloudy with some scattered shadows.
I?m thinking maybe the groundhog saw its shadow and winter will be over in 6 weeks.
On the other hand maybe it didn?t see its shadow and it will be 6 weeks till spring.
Maybe it just went down its hole and got pulled into the vortex of the nuclear firmament.
Only the shadow knows for sure.
I didn't even see a stupid groundhog today. I did feed a squirrel, in the backyard. She wasn't looking for her shadow, and I wasn't paying any attention to it. I might have seen my shadow.
It's not exactly a Gobbler's Knob, on the back patio. And I wasn't wearing a top hat and gloves. Nor was I puttin' on the Ritz.
Probably several weeks till the first Robin. It's going to get cold and snowy again next week.
ace; probably a month until Batman Returns, too.
So, what?s a Gobbler's Knob? Is that the little flappy thingy that hangs down off of the chin of a turkey? Anyway, why, oh why, would you what one of those on the back patio? Youse folk(s) down there in southern Michiana have some mighty strange customs.
And thanks for the encouraging forecast. Dang, I hate winter.
It might refer to the lump on my head, while I'm eating.
Today is now officially the dang of nothing particular. Just another regular rodent day, as it were. It says it's MarHk's birthday, but he lies about when that is so I'm not going to say anything about it.
Ace; I wonder when big freakin' rat day is.
Gee, maybe it's today.
Bill; I only shake in the morning.
Sorry to hear you get a lump on your head when you eat.
That doesn?t sound normal.
So, it looks like April 4th.
big freakin' rat day (http://www.worldratday.com/)
Well, there you go then. Figures it'd be around my brother's birthday.
You know, if you build a better rat trap people will beat a path to them and smack them with boards.
It's a snow day in Southern Michiana. It's been a year since my stress test, so I guess I'll go out and shovel and blow and see if I remain upright. Well, not later during the game, but for the time being.
Ace; lots of stuff planned. Lots.
Before you go out to shovel and blow all the white stuff, better be sure to have the right kind of lunch. Geez, now what time is it in Southern Michiana; dang if I know. Go for the gold!
Bill; sunny in NJ, for now.
IT IS OFFICIALLY BIG FAT TUESDAY DAY
MARDI = TUESDAY
GRAS = BIG FAT
It is the Holy Day of the Church of
of
well. No church I'm aware, of.
Wednesday is Ash Wednesday. That's more commemorable. Tuesday is the Eve of Ash Wednesday. Pig Out Day. Throw or catch candy from a parade. Food, drink and cross dressing. Rebuild a levee and run up and down Bourbon Street.
It'd be like Groundhog Day, if the groundhog ate too much and couldn't get his big fat furry butt outta the hole in the ground he calls home. Where the sun, nuclear in origin and glowing in the wires above the Earth's core, shines brightly on the merrymakers who will greet Lent with ashes on their sore heads.
Wednesday then becomes a day of Fishing. Lots of fish. Fish isn't meat, so it's allowed. I guess they're more like vegetables. Well, at least as far as conversation value... And they don't have feelings. Fridays will be meatless. NO meetings. Hooray.
Eat lots on Gras Tuesday and try to work it off in the next 40 days and 40 nights. Wear sackloth. Listen to Deep Purple. It's all leading to Easter, a time of chocolate bunnies and stale peeps. Egg laying bunnies. Spring. Rebirth.
Killer rabbits.. the Grail...
Ok. Hold it. Hold on just a minute.. got sorta carried away, there. I think that's in the DaVinci Code. Or the book he stole it from; whichever. Probably a true story. If so, it'll be on Oprah.
Ace; I'm living gras this Tuesday.
Well, today is pancake day in the UK, or Shrove Tuesday as it is otherwise known.
Buff; how exciting.
Huh, it?s Fatty Lupmkin Day over here in Michiana.
It?s a very special day, we all take off work at noon and head to the local pup pub for refreshments and entertainment.
I?m not exactly sure of the origins of the occasion though. But, hey, a holiday is a holiday.
2. You Shall Have No Other Jesters Before Me
dangit. And don't put one of those things behind me, either.
First off, it seems someone had a liter of margaritas with his pancakes this morning... Pronouncing any word with "pm" in the middle is gonna be a tough task.
Secondly, the tradition in Michigan of going to a local pup for a drink is unique in Michiana. First, you've got to find a neighborhood dog to visit, and then hope he'll be in good spirits about it. I'm not sure what the entertainment value would be. I guess if you got him drunk it'd be kinda funny. I used to give my dog Heineken; she'd huff and puff and wheeze and go for more.
I don't know where that tradition started. At least they don't bother with trying to party with a stupid cat. Like that'd be enjoyable, in the least.
I didn't have a pancake to flip off today. Probably just look for some idiot on the road to do something dumb, near me. I had whole grain toast. It's my regular fare.
I don't want to burst anyone's bubble, but we do make pancakes, jjust in the pan instead of on the stove. I've had some go on the stove, and to me it's just a mess. But I guess you could cook them that way if you want. I'd just rather not have that much of a clean-up to do.
You guys have some interesting traditions. I guess people of different faiths do some different things. "Shrove Tuesday" sounds pretty official; I like that. I don't know exactly what a shrove is. I know what a grove is, and a shove, and a sheet... Maybe it's when you drove through a grove with a sheet over your head... Or when something hits the stove, you say "Shrove." As an abbreviation.
Dogs will go for pancakes, too. I know that from experience. Although I'd go easy on the syrup, if I'm having a beer. That is one big fish. I saw that movie, and the fish wasn't even that big. I'd hate to clean it, I know that.
Ace; fish pancakes don't sound too appetizing.
Ok, the p is silent; we speak a very archaic Pidgin English in this part of Miciana.
Dangit.
You got me on the pup though. I did go back and edit my poast for those who couldn?t figure out what I meant what I was saying.
And I?m being up front about it, so do go off and give me some 15 page retort on how I edited my poast and changed the meaning after you read the forward and it was by some guy who changed his religion.
Ok, thanks.
See you at the pup.
Ah. Only for those who couldn't figure out what you meant. Let's call them "Everybody."
Also, you mispelled "report" and "pump." I won't even mention the butchering of "pigeon."
You're probably feeling pretty darn special to push this thing to page 3, just so you can lead off. I don't mind, even though I like being the one to have that happen.
Dangit.
Ace; I am not going to get a margarita at some dog with this guy.
How do you butcher a pigeon? Surely there's not enough meat on it to warrant butchering?
Page 3 eh? If this was a UK tabloid we'd have a scantily-clad young maiden pictured here somewhere.
OK, for those ignoramu ignorant of the tradition of Shrove Tuesday, here are the origins.
Shrove Tuesday is the day before Ash Wednesday which is the first day of Lent.
Therefore it's the last chance to "pig-out" before Lent, hence the mass consumption of food so that it didn't go off during Lent. We all have freezers now so we just gorge ourselves on pancakes as a tradition.
Shrove Tuesday is named after the ritual of shriving, in which christians used to confess their sins and receive absolution.
Buff; this is developing into yet another food poast
I don't remember shriving before or during confession, but I may well have been shivering. If not shaking in my shoes.
I don't know about you guys, but I don't find confession very appetizing. I'm more inclined to get nauseous just thinking about it. Shoot, some stuff is bad enough without talking about, too.
I could use absolution, though. Absolutely.
I do like the idea of the scantily clad maiden somewhere here. Probably have to confess that, later, but may as well add her to the list.
It's probably just as well you crossed that out, because you weren't even close to spelling hippopatums right.
Ace; I don't want to try pigeon either. Especially a stool pigeon; yech.
Hey, Absolute is only $18.00 a bottle. Go for it!
Bill; Wolfschmidt is just as good.
IT IS now ASH WEDNESDAY A TIME FOR ATONEMENT PENITENCE SACRIFICE AND FASTING
Kinda like new year's resolutions. Probably last up till HAD ENOUGH JEUDI.
And, no, I did not mispell "Jedi." dangit
Hey; here's an attempt at a French joke:
My impression of Goober Pyle from Andy of Mayberry:
"Jeudi!Jeudi!Jeudi!"
heh.
I think it's Absolut, with the "e" invisible. I don't know; I've never tried it. I only touch vodka with a bloody mary, and I go for the ok quality in a glass bottle (a Six bottle) but not high priced, since I don't think I could tell if it was. I can't do the Osco brand plastic bottle type stuff, though. It eats through the plastic after awhile... I think the last I got is "Svedka" or something like that, from Sweden. It was on special.
SO: for this Lent I am giving up:
1. Celibacy
2. Celery
3. Playing Quake IV
4. Riding my bike
5. Reading on the way to the bathroom
6. Gin
7. Unless it's in a Long Island Iced Tea; then I couldn't confirm it, anyway
8. Thai food
9. The Olympics
10. Getting involved in Civil Wars
10. White Zinfandel, but not merlot.
That should set me up for a spiritual reawakening and promote healthy moderation in all things. You'd think. It's ironic that I'm in the desert in the Neverwinter add-on, just when I'm entering a symbolic spiritual desert trek of 40 days and whatever number nights. If the weather warms up and I start running, I also hope to give up groin pulls because those are getting pretty darn tiresome.
I'll have to check out Wolfschmidt. I think that's German for "A Wolf, named Smith." I could just as easily give up German, as much as I remember of it.
Anyway, I'm off on my Lenten Quest. That one year it ended with me leaving, from Palm Sunday into Easter. I guess I could try that, again. I guess I could give up trying to be funny...
TOO LATE! HAH!
Ace; it's funny that a lot of people who take off into the desert for spiritual rebirth don't really want a jester to accompany them.
Typically, I don't have to worry about vodka eating through plastic containers....
I think it would also be worthwhile to give up trips to the ER, shoveling snow, hangovers and gout.
And ja, Lent started today.
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Bill
Be careful if you're around the parking lot or streets outside; people could be fasting and driving like maniacs.
I fasted to work; got here pretty quick.
I'd probably do better with a plastic liver, at this point. And ABS instead of copper plumbing.
Ace; I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. And no snow to shovel; cool.
I?d be ok with giving up celibacy, but not celery, no way.
Cheetos can go, especially those crazy Cheetos games. (http://cheetos.com/home.php)
Who needs that anyway?
I didn't know there was a Cheeto game. The only game I've found with Cheetos and Doritos is the "how much orange stain can I get on my fingers" game.
I don't need it. I really don't care for celery, personally. I used to eat it as a kid, with salt on it, and one day it struck me like Gin and that was that. Never again. You get sick on it, and that's the end of it for you. I'm glad I never got sick on pretzels, or beer. Well, I've gotten sick on beer. I worked through it, though.
There were a lot of people with smudged foreheads yesterday. I tell ya what's embarrassing; somebody who still has one, today. Probably should mention personal hygiene to them.
I'm still trying to figure out where Pgh is. I'm thinking the "p" is silent.
Ace: "It's" = "It is" "Its" = possessive, of it
It is truly amazing the many wonderful and varied facts you learn right here in the good old funny bone.
Cheetos games. The ability to use the simple word "it" in so many fascinating ways and grammatically correct, I might add.
One has to wonder; what could be next?
You know, not to go off on a food poast or anything, but I just do take out now at the local Chinese place. Or do my own stir frys. I'd just as soon dine in. I never had a reaction to msg, though. I had a reaction to actually biting into one of those shrivelled black peppers they use, once. Once was enough.
Talk about a fingered mess, I once was in front of a guy at a Colts game who had BBQ ribs in the stands. That's even dumber than trying to do nachos in close quarters. I don't remember which quarter it was in.
Pretzels at least don't rub off on your hands. I'm glad I don't do any substances that go into my brain and wind up in my heart. I'd just as soon they pick one organ, and stick with it.
Ace; there isn't meat in Cheetos, usually, so I guess they're ok on Fridays.
Yeah, just stick with the pancakes.
That got me thinking though. How about a new snack? Puffed meat. You could call them Meatos. Offer them up in several tantalizing flavors.
That?s sure to be a big hit.
Or not.
Follow it up with a pork cola, and a stick of beef gum. Haagen Daz "ChickPeaNut Surprise" icecream... chicken and peanut.
Ace; or just fry the potatoes in beef fat, like MacDonalds.