"The Red Sox are back in the American League Championship Series for the first time since 2008. Thanks to a 3-1 win against the Rays at Tropicana Field on Tuesday night, Boston finished off a 3-1 series win in the AL Division Series against its division rival. The Red Sox will open the ALCS on Saturday at home against Oakland or Detroit, and they'll be looking for their third AL pennant in 10 years."
OK, I can fathom this, but what was up with that ladder the other day? I'm still having nightmares about that.
I dream of an army of those ladders determinedly approaching my slumbering and deaf form as I'm wearing ear plugs, because Oprah is in the bed with me and she snores, as you know. Right behind that army of ladders is an army of midgets with tiny seafood hammers. You can imagine the horror.
The ladder was just an unsteady ladder on a slope, the same as a walking toys. The kind of ladder you definitely do not want to stand on. This remind me of Hot Air's freaky triple deaky moving egyptian statue in a Manchester museum. Street vibrations, or tube vibrations. Or a take on Foucault's pendulum. Probably. We got wonna dem ere, ours is pointed.
I'm making a shepherd's pie, except it is beef and not lamb so rancher's pie I suppose, cowhand's pie. I'm filling a cupcake tin also to freeze individual portions.
It boiled over, I scraped it up and ate it, and man, is it ever delicious.
Joe brought over a sixpack of lager. Barf. Newcastle firm, I think, but marketed as an Irish lager, and not a delicious malt.
So I used three in the rancher's stew. To get rid of it. Mashed potatoes on top, but not squeezed, not piped, not that, because that is too fancy, feminine, fussy, and I fear ridicule. This is my style, careless insouciance, to abjure fussiness and denounce meticulous fastidious frilliness. Plop. "'Ere. Eat it." That's me.
I was going to do a post on this but it snot worth it. The phrase "ivory tower" does not make sense because a tower made of of elephant tusk veneer es muy ridiculoso.
And yet wikipedia says it is biblical from the piss alm of all of men, I meant psalm, I meant song of solomon, that's what wikipedia said. Ivory tower. "Your neck is like an ivory tower." There's an imagination for you. As if.
Wiki:
...it usually carries pejorative connotations of a willful disconnect from the everyday world; esoteric, over-specialized, or even useless research; and academic elitism, if not outright condescension. In American English usage it is a shorthand for academia or the university, particularly departments of the humanities.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha What a sensible tuff humor! (they misspelled willful)
I hereby declare the new phrase to be "ivied tower"
Think of the elephants. That whole way of thinking is for outlaws. Academic towers really are covered with ivy. The walls are. Some are. Ivy all over the place. Crawls right up the bricks like kudzu. Invites insects. Birds take up in there. Bats fly around. They're veritable living mini biospheres.
Oh, so they just tilted the camera so it looked like the ladders was going uphill. That's just low rate cheating. You expect it to be better than that.
Or maybe you're lying, and you are the leader of the midget army and their ladder cavalry.
Deborah, Yea, I can see ST interviewing just like that. I've hired people before that told me straight out they didn't really care about advancement or raises or even if they lost the job. Always older guys just looking for something fun to do and make a little money on the side. I can work with that. They eventually leave when they get bored or find something better, or just want to take a break.
One guy was a biker dude in his 50's who did drafting for us until he decided he wanted to hit the road for while and left to tour the country again on his bike. Another guy in his 60's who was homeless by choice also did drawing for us on and off. He would show up, ask if we needed anything and draw for a few days till he had enough money to hold him over and then disappear for a month. He also was not interested in anything more. In both cases, it worked out just fine, and I think we all got what we needed. I wish the were more work arrangements like that for people.
Now, don't you feel better, ST? Time to go play in the sunset at the beach.
Bago, your last line at 9:27 makes me think of Pelosi when she said won't it be nice for artists and such to not have to worry about buying insurance. Or something. It blew my mind. We needed a change, but man what a FUBAR they came up with.
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I had promised this video a few days ago here.
I just got an email...
"The Red Sox are back in the American League Championship Series for the first time since 2008. Thanks to a 3-1 win against the Rays at Tropicana Field on Tuesday night, Boston finished off a 3-1 series win in the AL Division Series against its division rival. The Red Sox will open the ALCS on Saturday at home against Oakland or Detroit, and they'll be looking for their third AL pennant in 10 years."
I'm not sure what they are asking me to do ;)
What I'm being asked?
What I am being asked?
OK, I can fathom this, but what was up with that ladder the other day? I'm still having nightmares about that.
I dream of an army of those ladders determinedly approaching my slumbering and deaf form as I'm wearing ear plugs, because Oprah is in the bed with me and she snores, as you know. Right behind that army of ladders is an army of midgets with tiny seafood hammers. You can imagine the horror.
Please explain the ladder.
Please explain the ladder.
That was chip... he should be coming on any minute now.
Oh Chip, good.
He can tell me how to communicate with the ladders while wearing ear plugs.
The ladder was just an unsteady ladder on a slope, the same as a walking toys. The kind of ladder you definitely do not want to stand on. This remind me of Hot Air's freaky triple deaky moving egyptian statue in a Manchester museum. Street vibrations, or tube vibrations. Or a take on Foucault's pendulum. Probably. We got wonna dem ere, ours is pointed.
Stop bothering me, I'm busy.
I'm making a shepherd's pie, except it is beef and not lamb so rancher's pie I suppose, cowhand's pie. I'm filling a cupcake tin also to freeze individual portions.
It boiled over, I scraped it up and ate it, and man, is it ever delicious.
Joe brought over a sixpack of lager. Barf. Newcastle firm, I think, but marketed as an Irish lager, and not a delicious malt.
So I used three in the rancher's stew. To get rid of it. Mashed potatoes on top, but not squeezed, not piped, not that, because that is too fancy, feminine, fussy, and I fear ridicule. This is my style, careless insouciance, to abjure fussiness and denounce meticulous fastidious frilliness. Plop. "'Ere. Eat it." That's me.
I was going to do a post on this but it snot worth it. The phrase "ivory tower" does not make sense because a tower made of of elephant tusk veneer es muy ridiculoso.
And yet wikipedia says it is biblical from the piss alm of all of men, I meant psalm, I meant song of solomon, that's what wikipedia said. Ivory tower. "Your neck is like an ivory tower." There's an imagination for you. As if.
Wiki:
...it usually carries pejorative connotations of a willful disconnect from the everyday world; esoteric, over-specialized, or even useless research; and academic elitism, if not outright condescension. In American English usage it is a shorthand for academia or the university, particularly departments of the humanities.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha What a sensible tuff humor! (they misspelled willful)
I hereby declare the new phrase to be "ivied tower"
Think of the elephants. That whole way of thinking is for outlaws. Academic towers really are covered with ivy. The walls are. Some are. Ivy all over the place. Crawls right up the bricks like kudzu. Invites insects. Birds take up in there. Bats fly around. They're veritable living mini biospheres.
I am either retired or out of work, depending on how you look at it.
Had an interview recently. The interviewer reported back that I didn't seem to want the job.
I have a bad attitude!
All I want to do is twerk!
ST's interview
re the ladder, I thought someone had rigged the legs with wires and motors to alternate tightening them.
Oh, so they just tilted the camera so it looked like the ladders was going uphill. That's just low rate cheating. You expect it to be better than that.
Or maybe you're lying, and you are the leader of the midget army and their ladder cavalry.
@ deborah
I have been rehabilitated. And, I am sorry for what I have done!
Deborah, Yea, I can see ST interviewing just like that. I've hired people before that told me straight out they didn't really care about advancement or raises or even if they lost the job. Always older guys just looking for something fun to do and make a little money on the side. I can work with that. They eventually leave when they get bored or find something better, or just want to take a break.
One guy was a biker dude in his 50's who did drafting for us until he decided he wanted to hit the road for while and left to tour the country again on his bike. Another guy in his 60's who was homeless by choice also did drawing for us on and off. He would show up, ask if we needed anything and draw for a few days till he had enough money to hold him over and then disappear for a month. He also was not interested in anything more. In both cases, it worked out just fine, and I think we all got what we needed. I wish the were more work arrangements like that for people.
As long as you're not making cow pies, we're all good with it, Chip.
@bagoh20
Precisely,
I've had jobs I didn't want my whole life. Dozens of them.
Didn't stop me from doing a good job while I had them.
I mildly torqued ladder will walk into the sunset.
I swear it.
Now, don't you feel better, ST? Time to go play in the sunset at the beach.
Bago, your last line at 9:27 makes me think of Pelosi when she said won't it be nice for artists and such to not have to worry about buying insurance. Or something. It blew my mind. We needed a change, but man what a FUBAR they came up with.
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