You got it, Ed. There were plenty of other memes on that theme floating around, including animated ones, but those seem to get the point across.
I'll bet their wardrobe manager is pissed because those matchy-matchy preppy getups didn't blend, as Marisa Tomei's character said in "My Cousin Vinny", and that their false flag honey pot was a bust. The only thing that may save us is the complete and utter incompetence of the feds. They truly are morons.
And apparently the Handmaid's Tale is no longer trendy. It did set a record for the most losses. They had 21 nominations but lost all! 0-21! The Bull Durham manager would say they're "Lollygaggin'!"
I saw a guy wearing a "Lollygaggers" shirt the other day and I had to talk to him about that. He knew nothing of the history of the making of "Bull Durham" so I splained it to him. It is good to be able to impart knowledge to millennials who know so little.
Good work, Dude. I will seek out that shirt. I have a mission to keep "lollygag" part of our vernacular. That shirt will help. My granddaughter is a classic lollygagger, but she protests my calling her that.
You certainly didn't want to be known as a lollygagger at the beginning of the 20th century. Back then, lollygag was slang for "fooling around" (sexually, that is). That sense of lollygag was in use as long ago as 1868, and it probably originated as an alteration of the older (and more dawdlingly innocent) lallygag. Nowadays, lollygag doesn't usually carry such naughty connotations, but back in 1946, one Navy captain considered lollygagging enough of a problem to issue this stern warning: "Lovemaking and lollygagging are hereby strictly forbidden.... The holding of hands, osculation and constant embracing of WAVES [Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service], corpsmen or civilians and sailors or any combination of male and female personnel is a violation of naval discipline...."
The context above falls close to the line in the "He knew nothing of the history...so I splained it to him." category.
What did the guy wearing the shirt think it meant? Did the splainer ask? Good on the beloved granddaughter who is able to protest namecalling, even from an old coot of a beloved grandfather.
The guy had no idea which scene that term was used in, nor where it was filmed, nor any idea of the context of Crash Davis' role in the mix of that ballclub. The irony of course is that this discussion took place within sight of the old Durham Bulls ballpark where that movie was filmed back in 1988. I also told him that if you spend enough time in that town and meet anyone who lived there at the time they will swear that they worked as an extra in the crowd scenes.
It is a classic on several levels - the experienced ball player, the coach who is struggling with coaching, the use of fear as an inducement, the banter between the coach and his assistant, and movie magic - if you didn't know better you would think that was filmed at the ballpark, which is what I thought for decades until my late friend Tweedy splained it to me.
Just this past weekend I ran into her old boss and we stood around reminiscing about what a wonderful woman she was and how much we miss her. She was a prize beyond measure.
And as I have written before, that movie caught lightning in a bottle - great writing by a guy who knew baseball from the inside, great casting, great settings, what can I say, it is a movie I have watched over and over and these days all I can do is marvel at how much things have changed.
While lollygagging around at another site, I found this by Karl Rove on dogs:
I’m no theologian, but believe God grants us pets to encourage us to give and receive unconditional love—to see loyalty personified and to remind us that we must balance joy and delight with loss and grief in this transitory life.
Bull Durham is among a select few films I can watch over and over. I don't know the story about Tweedy. Ron Shelton does not fit the Hollywood mold which makes his films more realistic.
My friend Tweedy used to stop by and visit with me every Saturday. She was very entertaining, full of life and she always had good stories.
She was an avid reader, loved good music, watched old movies, and she enjoyed good food, especially baked goods. She had a black belt in some martial art of some sort, and she was good with the bo and the eaku I used to carry with me. We would discuss literature, old films, the works of Mel Brooks, Gilbert and Sullivan, and all kinds of subjects. She was never boring.
She was well over 6 feet tall and had a hearty laugh. We would have a good old time, talking, joking, playing with the pencils on the Group W bench and for years seeing her and spending time talking to her was the highlight of my week.
Then one Saturday she didn't show up. Well, she must have taken a vacation, she was known to do that occasionally. Then two weeks passed, no Tweedy.
When she didn't show up for the third week in a row I grew concerned and started asking around about her and no one knew anything.
It took me over a month to finally track her down and by then she was in hospice care. She had been diagnosed with lung cancer and the treatments didn't work. I got to see her a few more times, but later that year she died at the much too young age of 51.
As I say, I still miss her. Sometimes I will see someone out of the corner of my eye who resembles her, but obviously, it is not her.
She always spoke of her mother as a force of nature, well Miss Tweedy inherited that trait and she was an amazing person and I am glad I got to spend time with her.
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You know it's not working when they laugh at you.
You got it, Ed. There were plenty of other memes on that theme floating around, including animated ones, but those seem to get the point across.
I'll bet their wardrobe manager is pissed because those matchy-matchy preppy getups didn't blend, as Marisa Tomei's character said in "My Cousin Vinny", and that their false flag honey pot was a bust. The only thing that may save us is the complete and utter incompetence of the feds. They truly are morons.
Glenn Greenwald keeps pointing out the servants having to wear masks but the royalty maskless.
But remember, "The Handmaid's Tale" was supposed to happen during the Trump administration. Leftists - they are lying weasels every single time.
And apparently the Handmaid's Tale is no longer trendy. It did set a record for the most losses. They had 21 nominations but lost all! 0-21! The Bull Durham manager would say they're "Lollygaggin'!"
At this point it should be renamed The Federal Bureau of Instigation.
I saw a guy wearing a "Lollygaggers" shirt the other day and I had to talk to him about that. He knew nothing of the history of the making of "Bull Durham" so I splained it to him. It is good to be able to impart knowledge to millennials who know so little.
Good work, Dude. I will seek out that shirt. I have a mission to keep "lollygag" part of our vernacular. That shirt will help. My granddaughter is a classic lollygagger, but she protests my calling her that.
When Merriam Webster speaks...
You certainly didn't want to be known as a lollygagger at the beginning of the 20th century. Back then, lollygag was slang for "fooling around" (sexually, that is). That sense of lollygag was in use as long ago as 1868, and it probably originated as an alteration of the older (and more dawdlingly innocent) lallygag. Nowadays, lollygag doesn't usually carry such naughty connotations, but back in 1946, one Navy captain considered lollygagging enough of a problem to issue this stern warning: "Lovemaking and lollygagging are hereby strictly forbidden.... The holding of hands, osculation and constant embracing of WAVES [Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service], corpsmen or civilians and sailors or any combination of male and female personnel is a violation of naval discipline...."
The context above falls close to the line in the "He knew nothing of the history...so I splained it to him." category.
What did the guy wearing the shirt think it meant? Did the splainer ask? Good on the beloved granddaughter who is able to protest namecalling, even from an old coot of a beloved grandfather.
The guy had no idea which scene that term was used in, nor where it was filmed, nor any idea of the context of Crash Davis' role in the mix of that ballclub. The irony of course is that this discussion took place within sight of the old Durham Bulls ballpark where that movie was filmed back in 1988. I also told him that if you spend enough time in that town and meet anyone who lived there at the time they will swear that they worked as an extra in the crowd scenes.
This scene was filmed in a building owned by Measurement Inc.
Mama, The girl speaks her mind. I encourage all to speak their mind, as I tend to do so myself.
Dude, Thanks for the scene. I just watched it twice.
It is a classic on several levels - the experienced ball player, the coach who is struggling with coaching, the use of fear as an inducement, the banter between the coach and his assistant, and movie magic - if you didn't know better you would think that was filmed at the ballpark, which is what I thought for decades until my late friend Tweedy splained it to me.
Just this past weekend I ran into her old boss and we stood around reminiscing about what a wonderful woman she was and how much we miss her. She was a prize beyond measure.
And as I have written before, that movie caught lightning in a bottle - great writing by a guy who knew baseball from the inside, great casting, great settings, what can I say, it is a movie I have watched over and over and these days all I can do is marvel at how much things have changed.
While lollygagging around at another site, I found this by Karl Rove on dogs:
I’m no theologian, but believe God grants us pets to encourage us to give and receive unconditional love—to see loyalty personified and to remind us that we must balance joy and delight with loss and grief in this transitory life.
https://taxprof.typepad.com/taxprof_blog/2021/09/why-god-created-dogs.html
Bull Durham is among a select few films I can watch over and over. I don't know the story about Tweedy. Ron Shelton does not fit the Hollywood mold which makes his films more realistic.
I wonder if they got hazard pay for having to venture out amongst the great unwashed and unvaccinated.
ampersand said...
At this point it should be renamed The Federal Bureau of Instigation.
It's been true since at least the early 60s when the FIB would infiltrate the Klan.
My friend Tweedy used to stop by and visit with me every Saturday. She was very entertaining, full of life and she always had good stories.
She was an avid reader, loved good music, watched old movies, and she enjoyed good food, especially baked goods. She had a black belt in some martial art of some sort, and she was good with the bo and the eaku I used to carry with me. We would discuss literature, old films, the works of Mel Brooks, Gilbert and Sullivan, and all kinds of subjects. She was never boring.
She was well over 6 feet tall and had a hearty laugh. We would have a good old time, talking, joking, playing with the pencils on the Group W bench and for years seeing her and spending time talking to her was the highlight of my week.
Then one Saturday she didn't show up. Well, she must have taken a vacation, she was known to do that occasionally. Then two weeks passed, no Tweedy.
When she didn't show up for the third week in a row I grew concerned and started asking around about her and no one knew anything.
It took me over a month to finally track her down and by then she was in hospice care. She had been diagnosed with lung cancer and the treatments didn't work. I got to see her a few more times, but later that year she died at the much too young age of 51.
As I say, I still miss her. Sometimes I will see someone out of the corner of my eye who resembles her, but obviously, it is not her.
She always spoke of her mother as a force of nature, well Miss Tweedy inherited that trait and she was an amazing person and I am glad I got to spend time with her.
Thanks, Dude. The glass half full in me says it's wonderful you knew Tweedy. But, that doesn't lessen the loss.
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