This is an Unhosted Cafe.
Self-serve food and drinks.
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Lewd, rude, and crude — that’s how we grow ’em around here.
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Please recommend (and unrecommend the Cafe/Lounge from earlier)
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May the 4’s be with you
24/7 Cafe Closed. Morning Cafe Opened
Clean cafe and tables. Beer is free.
Come on in and enjoy.
Well I heading out. I’m about to fall asleep in the chair.
Hope everyone has a good night.
‘Night FM.
Dog Blog will be up shortly.
I’m still waiting on those George pictures you promised me. Hint. Hint.
Hey, keres. Good Morning.
Good morning/evening, folks. Hope everyone’s comfy. Me, I’m feeling a wee bit ill — may not hang for long.
Sorry to that, WW. It’s been a bit of a rough patch for entire pond crowd. Looks likes it’s your turn. I hope you get a mild version.
Thanks for good wishes, Teach. I’ve actually been through the pond viral thing — what’s bugging me now is just the heat/humidity. It’s fairly unbearable — alas, no choice at the moment (family trauma).
How’s by you today?
Certainly nothing on the scale of a family trauma. You’re in Vegas, right?
No, I’m currently in South Florida — a thoroughly bizarro environment for me, since I generally make my home in the northeast woods.
Glad to hear you’re doing ok yourself. I’ve missed any updates on the lockdown situation at your school. What’s happened?
That’s right, the buzzards on the hotel roofs. I was wondering about the humidity remark.
The guy was caught late last night wandering the streets. Turns out he is schizophrenic. Mental health in MI was devastated by the previous three-term Republican governor.
Frankly, I’ve seen nothing but deterioration in the care of the mentally ill since Reagan. Who was it who said that a society can be judged by the treatment of its most vulnerable?
In any case, I’m glad the situation’s calmed down for you & hope it’s relatively smooth sailing.
I’m back from my rubber chicken dinner. What did I miss?
I see I didn’t miss WW 🙂 Although I’m sorry you’re suffering from the humidity Wench.
Rubber chicken dinner?
Psi, you’re awake 🙂
Yeah…got back from dinner with my colleagues at the bank. Have to do some editing on some Japanese work, pack for Florida, and edit my resume for tomorrow’s internship fair.
I hope you’re going to Florida for fun.
I can’t believe your resume isn’t totally up to date. What a slacker you are 🙂
I need to add the positions I was recently selected for at the bank to the resume. Also need to make some formatting changes.
As for Florida, I’m going there to help my stepfather out with his work…definitely not a vacation.
And after work, in Florida, you’re going to have a little fun. Right? Please tell me that you’ll have a little fun. It doesn’t have to be much. Just a little bit. Pleeeeeeeeeze?
At least we hope you can chill out a bit, Psi.
heh
Trust me, maryb, I’ve never been more sincere.
In any case, I’m headed to sleep — perchance to dream, yet again, of a white Christmas.
See you soon!
Nope…during my free time, I’ll be studying for my Accounting final.
I’m beginning to suspect that you’re hopeless.
Think about it on the bright side – you’ll have so much more free time on your hands! 😛
Don’t get your hopes up. I’m not finished with you yet.
So, you’re packing swim trunks for some beach time right? And sunscreen — we don’t want you getting burned. While you’re studying accounting at the beach.
I don’t believe I actually own a pair of swimming trunks right now. If I do have one, I haven’t a clue where it is right now – certainly not at school.
Oh. Then be sure to take extra sunscreen. You’ll need it at the nude beach 🙂
Haha…very funny. 😛 I’ll be studying in the comfort of an air-conditioned hotel, thank you very much. 🙂
You could at least sit on the balcony.
Have a good (??) time, don’t work too hard. I’m outta here.
You know I’ll be working harder than I need to be. 😛
G’night!
So who’s the guy? What’d you think? Are you smitten?
No, it’s going to be an arranged marriage of convenience.
He’s been our attorney general for 14 years — Jay Nixon. Nice man; no personality. But the Dem. party is pretty weak in MO after years of neglect so he’s the best we can do.
Jay Nixon (no relation?). What do think his chances are? Any netroots attraction? Doesn’t sound like it.
No relation to Tricky Dick 🙂
He has a good chance because he has good name recognition — people have been voting for him for 14 years. And Blunt is really unpopular right now.
I’d be shocked if he knew what the netroots is. He’s not an exciting, progressive candidate. He’s just a decent guy who’s better than Matt Blunt.
Thank you, maryb. Hate to complain as often as I do; I’m so much more accustomed to my native cheerfully.
However, this too shall pass, I promise.
Certainly hope your dinner wasn’t actually comprised of rubber foul — as I believe that trend went out with presidential Thanksgiving visits to Iraq.
That should read ‘native cheerfulness. I’m clearly sweating brain-cells here.
frankly if I was forced to live in Florida I’d be complaining all the time. So you have my sympathies.
Although since I’m feeling quite cold right now, a little warmth doesn’t sound bad.
I’m with mary on this. KS and I keep moving north and she thinks we are not far enough north yet.
& so I guess you’ll soon be going expat ..?
I’ve pointed that out, but argument has been weakened considerably these past six years.
Indeed, indeed.
I actually checked out the Canadian necessaries a few years back & figured they’d probably never have me.
Where did y’all start out from on your northward migration?
How’s your heating situation? Sufficient? I know it sure isn’t for many.
Me, I’d like a little warmth, too!
I’m guessing you attended a fundraiser? For what office?
I have heat, I didn’t lose electricity this time. I’m just cold from stupidly walking a block downtown without a coat.
It’s the governor’s race — which is in 2008. I can’t believe it’s starting this early.
No wonder I couldn’t figure it out.
What was the temperature out there?
It’s 13 degrees.
My, my — yes, I’d say you definitely should’ve worn a coat. I’d also say that if you have any medicinal means of forestalling a cold, you should dose yourself pronto.
Just caught your 10:36 comment re Nixon as opposed to Matt Blunt — whereby I could’ve assumed you were talking about the governorship.
It’s the steamed brain cells, damn it!
We all understand that people in warm climates take things a little slower 🙂
Unfortunately, here on the Beach that only counts for pedestrians.
Sorry to have wandered away, but I was working on the BooDay BackStory Project. If you’re curious, don’t be yellow. Follow the link and then click on “The Meta-Story.” It should be obvious from there. (The action picks up after the delivery of the shoes to maryb.)
Night. I hope to post a lot on the project this weekend.
I’m checkin it out
Oh hell-I’m the only one in here and I’m waiting for an effing phone call back like I was 16 again-will he really call back? What if he’s not interested anymore but won’t tell me? Should I go to the usual hangout spot tomorrow night? aiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!
While you`re waiting…read this, then, when he calls you `ll have something to talk about instead of sounding over anxious & totally
screwing up.
Here are some facts about the1500s:
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in
May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to
smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor.
Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the
house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons
and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By
then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.
Hence the saying, don’t throw the baby out with the bath water.
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood
underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and
other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it
became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof.
Hence the saying . It’s raining cats and dogs.
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house..
This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other
droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts
and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection.
That’s how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt.
Hence the saying, dirt poor.
The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter
when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their
footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the
door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the
entrance way.
Hence the saying a thresh hold.
(Getting quite an education, aren’t you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while.
Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit
around and chew the fat. Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid
content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning and death.
This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or
so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status.Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up.
Hence the custom of holding a wake.
The UK is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave.
When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So the Irish came up with an idea – they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the
graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.
And that’s the truth…Now, whoever said History was boring ! !
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