TPBM -- Lucky #100. Ten Plus Years of 'The Person Below Me
This is a continuation of the topic TPBM #99 - A good number, one less than one hundred.
This topic was continued by TPBM 101: Introduction to TPBM.
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Just got a late Christmas present of a box of See's Assorted Dark Chocolates. I'm willing to share.
//thanks for setting the thread up, WHL - I was out at lunch with the friend who gave me the box of See's.//
TPBM loves See's.
Oh, yes. And See's is my favorite! Scotchmallows. Dark chocolate covered almonds. Chocolate chocolate chip truffles. Mmmmm.
The person below me prefers a box of mixed chocolates.
Edit: Congratulations to all of us centenarians, so to speak. Not in years but in threads!
Back in the post-war days of sweet rationing, American friends of my mother would send a large Whitman's Sampler box every Christmas. What a treat!
I was interested to find recently that the boxes are still available and look much the same as I remember.
TPBM has had enough chocolate to last for the next eleven months.
NO! NEVER! ("My name is Tid and I am a chocoholic").
TPBM sees the name Hershey and wonders what on earth it has to do with chocolate.
Yes, Hershey's is waxy and gross. Ghirardelli's is pretty good.
TPBM eschews store bought sweets and makes their own.
I do. I'm allergic to chocolate, so it's easier to make my own goodies. White chocolate dipped fruit is really easy. Cream cheese truffle balls. Penuche fudge. Marzipan - although I only can make mushroom shapes (you roll a long strip and cut it into pieces for the stems. then roll little balls and flatten them to make the caps. Stick together with a little sugar water, if any are left by then). I don't know how to make the fancy pretty ones they have in the stores.
My town has a great little confectioner shop that makes excellent salt water taffy and caramels. Nelson's Candies
TPBM doesn't like sweets.
I don't really. I'm more of a savory type. Salty, umami kinds of things.
TPBM likes bitter things.
My tongue says horse radish is not bitter but it certainly does clear one's sinuses when it is fresh.
TPBM will provide an example umami. I'll too lazy to go to Google.
Soy sauce is the probably the most used example. Miso.
The person below me also chooses savory over sweet. (For me, savory first then a little sweet.)
Pretzels are gifts from the Gods. Plus, they go great with beer.
TPBM agrees existence of coffee which can be partaken of after a rich sweet is proof that the Gods love us and want us to be happen.
"proof that the GodS love us . . ." (14)
I believe in only one God, and I'm undecided whether She proves Her love
by such an existence of coffee. I've found coffee to be, unlike alcohol, perfectly capable of being "cut down on". I now limit myself to two cups of coffee a week, and
sometimes even forget to take the second one.
TPBM has successfully cut down on at least
one of the following:
I go cold turkey off of coffee from time to time just to prove to myself that I can.
TPBM will share their favorite cocktail recipe with us.
2 parts Jack Daniels, one part Schnapps. (Quality varies by flavor)
TPBM prefers wine
//>12 ulmannc: I learned about umami from a Barenaked Ladies children's song called Food Party. It's a pretty good song if you want to google it.//
TPBM likes the Barenaked Ladies.
Yes, but I still wouldn't take their seat after they leave the sub'emway.
TPBM is less squeamish.
I've never been offered a subway seat by a bare naked lady - but isn't this all getting a bit 'weinstein'?
TPBM always thinks twice before speaking nowadays.
In this town you have to. What happens in Vegas stays an internet meme and can be used against you in a court of law or, worse, one of public opinion.
//I am dying, Egypt. I looked up my symptoms and I either have the flu or radiation sickness. And if this is the flu I can tell you it's a hum dinger.//
TPBM just lets it rip.
I did at the last FoL Board Meeting and ended up abstaining from voting for additional funding. I couldn't in all good conscience vote for a 16% addition to an already bloated budget. If the Librarians are mad at me, they're keeping it well hidden.
TPBM is much more cautious.
I have no work any day. Except emotional work and a doctor's visit.
TPBM works today.
Yup, the kind of job where you get a 100% raise every year!!
TPBM REALLY works today.
I do, and some are prophetic. I always know which ones are, too. Not about anything major, but it does happen.
//>27 morningwalker: I had to work yesterday!
TPBM sees into the future.
"Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor ... oops, I need to go to the toilet"
Oh, you said RUNES not PRUNES.
TPBM has a wealth of lost consonants and will share one with us.
Well there's always Atlantis. Oh, you said consonants...
//>28 SomeGuyInVirginia: sorry you had to work Monday but it's in the past and you need to move on.//
TPBM is often misunderstood.
But then I added crab tartar!
//>31 morningwalker: Said the woman who spent the day in bunny slippers binging Xena Warrior Princess.//
Nobody knows where TPBM hides the spare key.
Not even me. It fell into the monkey grass somewhere when we got the back porch power washed, and we really need to put another one out.
TPBM knows where their spare key is.
Oh yes, I have lots of spare keys, now if only I knew which locks they can unlock.
TPBM has more than once unlocked something with the wrong key.
TPBM has started a collection of keys that will be worth scads of money some day.
Oh? yeah, that's why I have all these keys and no idea what any of them unlock. It's a collection.
TPBM has inadvertently started a collection of ______________
Tea tins. I'm not really collecting. I just don't throw them out when they're empty :-)
TPBM has a collection of _________________
Keys. I keep thinking they'll help someone with an art project someday.
TPBM has attempted to open the front door with a car key fob.
No, but I used a bicycle tire iron several times.
Back in 1977, my first wife (ThiMs) and I did a bicycle trip from northern NJ to Pensacola, Fla. The original plan was to circumnavigate the contiguous 48, but she decided in Virginia that Florida was the end of the line for her. She caller her brother (at work) before arriving at his house. He said that virtually anything could unlock the front door. He wasn't kidding.
Everything I just stated was as it actually happened. TPBM is not above embellishing a story.
No, never, and I said the same thing to my husband who is the elf king of Avagardalon as he flew off to gather the Ents for one last strike against the forces of Mordor, who seem to have invaded our neighbourhood, making it very difficult to pop down to the corner shop to get basics such as flour, sugar, eggs and coffee.
However, I WAS at the concert where Chuck Berry's My Ding-A-Ling was recorded, and thus - to my eternal shame - my voice can be heard on a record that was #1 both sides of the Atlantic.
TPBM also has a memorable rock'n'roll experience to tell us (without embellishment, of course!)
True story. When I was 10 years old, I mailed a post card off to KFWB AM radio on a Tuesday to win a ticket to the Beatles concert at the Hollywood Bowl. Imagine my surprise when our neighbor called on Saturday, 4 days after I mailed the post card, when I wasn't listening to the radio to tell me they called my name and I had to call in to win. So I did. I won a ticket, the album Hard Day's Night (which I still have), and 4 Bobbin' Head Beatles Dolls (which I do not have, drat.) My dad let me to go the concert, putting me on a bus, telling the bus driver to watch out for me. I got back on the right bus, safely returned to Dad. Section R, almost nose-bleed seats, but I didn't care. It was THE BEATLES.
TPBM has a memorable rock'n'roll experience of their own. Without embellishment either. *smile*
Well, I saw Robert Palmer and George Thorogood at a local college. It was pretty up close since it was a small venue. Not that exciting, but memorable to me.
//>32 SomeGuyInVirginia: tee hee.//
TPBM likes opera.
Also, I once smoked dope with Jimi Hendrix's back up band. They're all dead now. :-(
Leapt! But it's a good one so I'll leave it. I have never seen an opera in person, but have watched the Met on TV. I have an acquaintance in NYC whose goal is to see a thousand operas before he dies. He's in his sixties and upper six hundreds these days.
TPBM's got another one.
I'm in my seventies and have just passed 333 operas so I guess Phaedra's friend will beat me. I'll keep trying though.
In the sixties I walked out of a pub in London's Northumberland Avenue after a liquid lunch to be confronted by several dolly-birds who started to scream. They soon gave up and their spokeswoman said, in a puzzled tone "You aren't Georgie Fame, are you?" They were, I think, relieved when I assured them that I wasn't.
TPBM will go on with show-biz related experiences.
I once had the drummer of the Guess Who become upset with me because I had no idea who he was. He was trying to 'score chicks' and I was trying to catch a cab at a hotel. Both of us were relieved when a cab showed up.
TPBM lived to tell this tale...
I was married to my first wife for twenty-four and a half years.
I like the second one much better. It'll be seventeen years in late May.
She has a PET scan scheduled for a week from today.
TPBM know what to do.
Oddly, no. I've enjoyed flaking out on the weekends lately, and just taking things easy. I'll probably be climbing the walls come March, though.
TPBM hopes it's going to snow a lot this year.
Yes, otherwise we'll be right back in drought come the dry season. So far, not much.
TPBM knows dry seasons.
Sure do! I had a whole pantry shelf full of them: onion flakes, dried parsley, rosemary, chives.
Can't touch any of them. My first wife, ThiMs, would occasionally try to slip them into something I was preparing for dinner.
I had no problem with her using them for herself, but she had a real mean streak in her.
TPBM knows dry reasons.
OMG, yes I do. If I don't dry myself thoroughly (quite hard when you have MS) I get itchy rashes!
TPBM knows dry treasons.
The year before my motorcycle accident, I worked in the Pattern Shop of a foundry in New Jersey. To clean out the vent holes for sand mold inserts, we use Gumout, which is used primarily to clean automobile carburetors and other engine parts. The most effective/only cleaner/soap in the bathroom was powdered 100% lye. My mode of transportation at that time was the motorcycle. When the weather got cold, the end effect of the Gumout, lye, and sub-freezing temperatures was severe desiccation. Flex my hands, and I'd start bleeding in hundreds of places.
TPBM has pressed flowers in a book.
yep... now if only I could remember WHICH book. I guess they will turn up eventually...
TPBM knows which book.
Peterson's Field Guide to Wildflowers. And it smells heavenly!
TPBM is shopping garden catalogs.
Not like I used to. I'll probably just plant a few things that I get from a local store.
TPBM is starting to get their tax documents together.
They're all in a drawer in my husband's home office. Every time something shows up, that's where it goes. He'll pull it all out sometime after the end of January, put it all in a shoe box and then I'll take it to the accountant.
TPBM does their own taxes.
Yes I do . . . (well with help from software) . . . but planning for 2018 is going to be interesting since the IRS hasn't published planning guidance and as long as the gov. is shut down nothing will happen.
The tax accountants haven't figured it out yet.
TBPM will not even think about this until 01 Jan 2019
There are at least seven ways to approach that question.
TPBM is a doer.
yes, of the Time Warp. It's just a jump to the left...
TPBM is dancing.
... in the dark. It's less scary.
TPBM is careful not to make an exhibition of themselves.
Acquitted! That trench coat couldn't have possibly been mine; it was way too big.
TPBM has quit a job, on principle.
The principle of I just couldn't take it anymore.
TPBM isn't going to take ______________.
Any wooden nickels. What does that even mean?? Why would anyone think a wooden nickel was comparable to a real nickel?
TPBM will enlighten us.
I'd have to actually read it first, but I do have a 53-page pamphlet on my shelves titled The Story of Wooden Money by Earl R. O'Cathey, signed by the author and inscribed to my mother.
TPBM is a coin collector.
Only by inheritance. It's in a box, under the bed, next to the box of patterned feed sacks and the box of Case knives, both of which I also inherited. Collectors should never sell their houses unless they're OK with a stuff diaspora.
TPBM is spare.
Checking my Chambers Dictionary for adjectival meanings of 'spare', I am not lean, frugal, scanty or meagre. I might be said to be 'kept or available for others or for such purposes as may occur', I suppose.
To a Scot 'spare' is the opening or slit at the top of a skirt, pair of trousers, etc..
TPBM did not know that.
I did not, actually. And now I can't figure out exactly if I ever thought about what the opening in bottom clothing was called...
A spare is the bowling pin left standing after the others are knocked down.
TPBM is a strike.
A strike is if you knock down all the pins on the first try. A spare is if you knock down all the pins in two tries.
TPBM knows the score.
Not more than 300, I suppose.
(During high school, I worked as a pinsetter in a 2-lane bowling alley. Rule #1: Do NOT send the ball back until all the pins have been cleared or reset.)
TPBM is used to manual labor.
They call me Mean Gene the Dancing Machine. Does that answer your question?
TPBM tells fibs.
Nope. Not me. Never.
TPBM got their mouth washed out with soap when they were little.
More often than I care to remember. My explanation that I was creating stories didn't have much sway with my parents/teachers thereby ruining what I'm sure would have been a successful, not to mention prize-winning, writing career.
TPBM is a storyteller.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed that when she grew up, she would ____________
TPBM will continue
grow the very best garden evar! It would contain all sorts of plats, like
The person below me will keep going.
Erythroxylum novogranatense, papver somniferum, and cannabis indica. Her daddy always emphasised the need for financial security. Her mommy. on the other hand..........
TPBM will pick up.
was good looking, so the living was easy and the cotton was high...
TPBM rolls with it.
Thai. Although I'll eat anything but Ethiopian. I got sick as a dog the only time I ate it.
TPBM would buy sushi from a street vendor.
sure! I only eat veggie sushi anyway so how bad can it be?
TPBM would dare to eat a hot dog from a convenience store.
Desperate moment happen. I have traveled by Greyhound, so I should know.
TPBM dares otherwise.
I'm not much of a daredevil. I tend to not stray far from the beaten path.
TPBM has taken the road less traveled.
Pretty much my whole life.
TPBM will tell Lafayette that we are here.
I didn't mind that it was unpaved, steep, and narrow with no guardrails, but I had to give up and turn back when it turned into a stream bed.
TPBM would have pressed on.
I will, as soon as I can get to Paris...
TPBM has been there.
Aack! Beaten to the punch.
With a four wheel drive vehicle, certainly. I have been in that position several times with friend Jimmy near Santa Fe, New Mexico.
TPBM should also be doing something other than having fun here on LT.
TPBM has also pressed on, either to find the perfect fishing spot or to get away from other people.
//Poor TPBM! Both Darth-Heather and I thought we'd been leaped. You, TPBM should be able to respond to either post.//
I've been there AND I've pressed on. I can accomplish a lot when I set my mind to it.
TPBM should be working right now but is taking a wee break because, just because.
Yep. Should be looking for work right now.
The person below me is looking for something else.
Motivation. The downside of retirement is that you have so few deadlines, procrastination is far less of a problem. It's a vicious circle. Which is also the name of the last book I read.
TPBM reads up.
Nope. The only way to make sense of this thread is to read DOWN.
TPBM thinks different.
Most conventional, I'm afraid.
TPBM thinks so far outside the box that ___________.
Box? I don't see any box.
TPBM has the wherewithal and skills to build a slipcover for his/her books, if motivated.
No. Never thought of it. Guess Iʻve never been motivated.
TPBM sometimes forgets to enter her/his new books in LT.
yeah. I really need to put some time into entering and tagging.
OTOH, I DO remember how to build a book slipcover out of paper grocery bags, as was taught in elementary school for our textbooks. You know, back in the days when grocery bags were always paper.
TPBM is caught up on entering their book inventory.
Surprisingly, yes, although there might be one or two strays plus the library book I started reading last night. It only took seven years.
TPBM is efficient.
With regards to my books, yes. Other things, not so much.
TPBM is a Type A personality.
No. I think I might have partially been Type A a long time ago. Now I've been through so much that not much stresses or worries me. I just try to go with the flow. I think the wine helps a lot too.
TPBM is often tardy.
not often, but definitely when there has been wine involved...
TPBM is always early.
A few minutes, being late causes me too much angst to make it a habit.
TPBM is going to see the Rolling Stones.
Nah, not really my kind of music.
The person below me is going to see a free concert.
I am going to sing the Mozart Requiem and a work by John Rutter in a few weeks time. I won't pay to get in.
TPBM sings for her/his supper
If I did I would starve.
TPBM thinks society is going to hell in a hand basket.
It is questionable as to whether the hand basket is: a) a requirement, and b) something society can afford.
As for the rest of it, what makes you think we're not already there?
TPBM sees something cheerful in that.
If I do, it's because I've decided to splurge on some "specialty" type coffee that I wouldn't usually drink. Otherwise I'm only "paying" whatever the cost per cup breaks down to for making my own.
TPBM has something they'll splurge on once in awhile.
There was a time... I wasn't the cinema-goer as much as the movies came to me.
One of the side benefits of my father's job required him to review at least three movies a week. He had that job for over twenty years. When I was five, I could thread a Bell & Howell 1600 35mm movie projector in less than thirty seconds. For the most part, I loved watching the movies, but I recall that "Pollyanna" was one that showed up at least three times a year. Dad also had this thing about protecting his kids from indecency, so during the viewing of "Goldfinger," his hand was over the lens whenever Ursula Andress made an appearance.
We also went to movie theaters on occasion, and a drive-in, but it was just for the experience.
TPBM is a regular attendee at live theater.
Not lately, but I used to see most of everything in DC. I'd volunteer usher, so I got to see a lot of them for free. Huzzah!
TPBM gads about.
When I get the chance, which is not that often.
TPBM makes their own chances.
//Not to be a smart-arse or anything, WHL, but just for accuracy's sake, Ursula Andress was in Dr. No (and certainly someone to enthuse young lads): Shirley Eaton was the gold painted corpse in Goldfinger. "I think my mouth's too big" said she. "It's just right. For me, that is." said 007"//
//No offense take, your Abbottship. You are correct, and I appreciate the correction. I blame my error on 1) time; 2) stress; and 3) long-term depression. I'm not who I used to be.//
//>115 morningwalker: That may be, but I'm not someone I, or anyone else, would want to spend any time with now. You're going to have to trust me on that.//
>113 abbottthomas: I used to, but when I came to grips with the chances she made, I divorced her. Don't need those kinds of problems.
TPBM reads poetry.
I like to think that I experience poetry. No, not really. I'm sorry we didn't have to memorize poetry in school, that kind of thing builds character out the yin yang.
//>117 WholeHouseLibrary: You are always very welcome here.//
TPBM bruoght down the house.
I've never been a bruoghter, and the dotted red line proves it. However, I could include "brew oughta" in a sentence and it would make complete sense.
TPBM likes a brew, especially of ___________
Eye of newt, toadstools, spider webs and seaweed.
TPBM favors something sweeter.
yes, replace the seaweed with wool of bat for a lip-smacking libation.
TPBM has been poisoned.
I've been so drunk I threw up, so yeah. It's been a long time but I still remember how sick I was. Ugh.
That's me. One swallow of anything with alcohol in it is deadly to me. Lucky for me that my depression doesn't include suicidal thoughts; it'd be so damn easy. But it ain't gonna happen.
TPBM abstains for other reasons.
I don't abstain, but I only have one glass of wine, otherwise I get very talkative and my cheeks turn bright red.
TPBM prefers red to white.
I do, but sometimes something light is perfect.
TPBM prefers dark to light.
The interpretation of meaningless data has been attempted.
That was the first error message I ever saw on a computer--in the first five minutes of me in my new job as a computer operator (for the stock exchanges in NYC.) I swear, my shoe only brushed the side of the console cabinet!
In short, I don't understand what you mean. It's like you asked: Is it closer to New York or by bus.
TPBM will please explain.
//There, I fixed it. Using autospell on my phone, should have read it before I hit post.//
//Oh, thank goodness! I thought I had taken too many crazy pills.//
Actually, I do. My favorite solitary pastimes, from when I was a kid right in through I was somewhat over fifty, were spelunking and astronomy.
Cliff Eberhardt has a tune containing the line: And a gray day now and then could really thrill me. It fits me to a tee. I'm photosensitive; everything is too bright.
TPBM prefers light to dark.
In the immortal words of Arlo Guthrie, you can't have light without a dark to put it in. I'm not as much a fan of dark as I used to be because I just don't see as well anymore. Driving after dark is stressful.
TPBM knew that aging eyes need more light in order to focus.
You are right. But if one works in dark places (under desks checking cable numbers and to see if RJ45's have been kicked out of wall or broken) light is a wonderful thing until you see what is NEXT TO THE WALL JACK!
TPBM has located some strange things there.
My Dad's ivory opium spoon!
Like me, TPBM is virulently opposed to the ivory trade. (I don't think antiques should be destroyed, but the modern practice should be punished along the lines of destroying a world heritage site.)
Absolutely! I recently saw an article where they are dyeing elephant tusks pink, making them unusable to poachers.
TPBM thinks trophy hunting is wrong.
Yep. Hunting for food is reasonable. Hunting for a selfie and some taxidermy... isn't.
The person below me is especially virulent about <fill in obscure opinion here>.
The cost of health insurance!!! I don't know how it isn't considered robbery.
TPBM needs a new ______.
...knee. One is very worn but should see me out, the other? I'm not so sure :-(
TPBM has done joint replacement.
Yeah, a very 70s thing. But to avoid waste it was always preferable to finish the one before, right down to the roach.
TPBM's recreational drug of choice is _____________
Or is it single malt scotch whiskey?? hmmm
TPBM solves mysteries.
I'll solve that one. Whiskey with an E is normally Irish whiskey, Scotch (and yes, it deserves a capital) is whisky.
TPBM doesn't much mind if there is an E or not.
Well, I do google symptoms sometimes. Those odd sparkly lights, the 3 inch extension of the nose ... that sort of thing.
TPBM is feeling under the weather.
Thanks for asking, but no, I feel pretty good. The usual achy bits still ache a bit, but nothing worth bothering with.
TPBM can whistle a happy tune.
No tune at all, actually. And although I can make the sound, I've got more control while inhaling, so none of the cacophony has much duration.
Just another of my anomalies.
TPBM finds it hard to conform to "standards."
Sometimes if I don't agree with them. I find the older I get, the less I give a fig about conforming.
// I was just wondering if anyone has heard from John_Vaughn lately. Haven't seen him here in a while.??
TPBM does the right thing.
More often than not, unless I don't feel like it. So, maybe no?
//I haven't and I'm a bit worried. I DMed him weeks ago and didn't hear back.//
TPBM lets their attorneys deal with it.
Flywheel, Shyster and Flywheel, you mean? No way! I wanted to sue them for malpractice but they wouldn't take the case.
TPBM wings it.
//John hasn't entered a new book since last September - very unlike him :-( //
If God had wanted me to eat Buffalo wings He would not have invented dark meat. It's in the Bible! Seriously, was peel and eat shrimp not enough of a bother, people? We need a whole new hassle food? Cast off the yoke of conformity! Say 'No!' to wings!
TPBM is more laissez-faire.
:O Still reeling from the shock of discovering that the buffalo is a flighted animal. 😮 😮 😮
TPBM didn't know that either.
I do know that they are Near Threatened, the closest category to Extinction.
TPBM has a few Buffalo Nickels around the house somewhere.
A few dozen of them, plus several dollar's worth of wheat-back pennies, Mercury dimes, and other rare coins.
But, they're not actually in the house; they're in a safe deposit box at my bank.
I have no idea what they're actually worth, and I'm not actually a collector, but you can blame my father for getting me into the habit of separating these coins from the rest.
TPBM picks up pennies only if they're face up.
No, the ground has been too far away for a year or two now.
TPBM drops 'copper'* coins from change into charity boxes rather than taking them home.
*UK 'coppers' are now made from coloured steel.
Kind of - I save pennies in a jar until it is time to donate them to the yearly Boy Scout collection.
TPBM is unhappy with the result of this year's tax return.
If you believe my ex, hell yeah.
But she's the one who has the rap sheet.
TPBM hasn't even gotten so much as a parking ticket.
No, I havenʻt --the main reason for that is that I don't drive.
TPBM learned to drive at the early (?) age of ____. And here, if so desired, are the name(s) of the person(s) most to thank for that learning.
No, the LATE age of 24! And I have to thank a middle-aged Jamaican gentleman, who was cheaper than all the 'bigtime' schools of motoring such as BSM.
TPBM has driven in the past, but no longer.
No, I stay firmly rooted in the present, driving in February 2018. (sorry, couldn't resist.)
TPBM would love to time travel and will tell us when and where they would go.
I would travel forward to the end of time, just because I want to know how everything turns out.
TPBM would rather visit the past.
I don't know that I'd like to visit the past, or future, as much as I would like to know how it was done.
TPBM is having a 1 minute dance party.
Yes, but I cut it down to 55 minutes; everybody deserves a break even in partying.
TPBM, like the famous Will Rogers, does not belong to any organized political party.
Only if an escalator is provided; and at age 86 Iʻm
pretty cautious even about escalators.
TPBM prefers stairs over elevators and elevators over escalators.
I definitely prefer the stairs - I don't get claustrophobic on them. I got my shoe sucked into the escalator track once, and was stuck there for awhile before they got my foot out. I got stuck in an elevator once too.
TPBM takes the long way home.
When lonely days turn to lonely nights
I take a trip to the city lights...
TPBM likes Supertramp
Yes, in the time that: It seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
TPBM is still a Dreamer
I have never been able to face Supertramp with anything other than unfettered loathing. Apparently I am in the minority on that one. Ditto Yes.
TPBM is super.
As my neighbor always says "super duper." Is that the correct spelling of duper or should it be dooper? I never know.
TPBM, when in doubt always believes Google.
I'm very suspicious of Google. It keeps trying to connect my various email addresses into one account, which defeats the purpose of keeping separate ones in the first place. It also wants to connect my FB page and my game apps, and it doesn't always ask for permission.
Google is very nosy.
I do like the Google Doodles though.
TPBM is boycotting Valentines Day.
I'm getting a colonoscopy. That's kinda a metaphor for my love life.
TPBM has a fun idea.
I hate hangovers so don't want to get drunk, but a nice glass of red would be great.
TPBM prefers white.
Mostly. Too many sulfates in red. Yesterday I was on a clear liquid diet and I kept thinking, Scotch is a clear liquid...
TPBM has another thought.
//>172 Darth-Heather: I'm with you. I've always boycotted Vday. It shouldn't take card companies and chocolate companies commercializing their goods to let someone know you care.//
//>173 PhaedraB: A colonoscopy is not funny but your response cracked me up. I hope you get good results.//
//>174 2wonderY: I'm in!//
>176 PhaedraB:. When I woke up after my first colonoscopy about 20 years ago, the first thing I wanted was a Guinness. The nurse told me that about 80% of the men ask for a beer when they wake up.
My latest visit to that wonderful test still wanted a Guinness afterwards. I'm told that men continue to ask for beer but many more varieties than in the past. I guess one has to do something to entertain oneself when you work in a facility that does several hundred of those things in a day.
TPBM has another choice than beer or Scotch.
*snort* - thank goodness for a practical man! You are right, WHL.
At my recent colonoscopy I found that the unit had abandoned those confidence sapping backless gowns in favour of baggy shorts with a strategically placed 'trapdoor' - much more dignified.
TPBM may be the only contributor to this thread NOT to have had a colonoscopy.
>170 SomeGuyInVirginia: Aww. Well each to their own as the saying goes. Actually, I used to love Yes, but now - apart from their pre-Wakeman meisterwork 'The Yes Album' - I think they're sterile and rather cold.
So far, no colonoscopy, touch wood. But does MS incontinence count?
TPBM enjoys rude health.
No, but I don't get the flu shot. I'll take my chances.
TPBM thinks this country has no hope or will give an example of hope.
The existence of LibraryThing.com.
TPBM will give another example of hope.
I don't have much hope, beyond the fact that I know a lot of good people.
In my youth, I hoped I'd have a long, long life so I could see how things all turned out. Now, I look at the direction so many things are going and hope I die before everything goes to heck.
TPBM thought we'd never be still protesting this stuff 50 years later.
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
TPBM is less dogmatic.
Of course! How many time have I had to tell you folks that 'm not a Pet Person? Beyond that, yeah, I'm an atheist.
Currently mourning the loss of my almost 25-year-old pickup truck; engine seized up on it yesterday, and even if I work every day until the end of the year, I couldn't pay what it will cost to get it running. The truly sad part is I was about 20 miles from home, MrsHouseLibrary is unable to drive, none of my sons were able to help, and as I looked through the contact list on my phone, there wasn't a single other person in there that I felt I could call. It took a bit over two hours for the tow truck to arrive. Today, I sold the truck for scrap. I bought the truck, new, in early April 1994.
TPBM has a friend that is close enough, there's no question if s/he would help you dispose of a body.
I do. No questions asked. Unfortunately she has moved 5 hours away from me so she probably wouldn't be able to help me with the body now. Change isn't always good.
TPBM will help WHL.
//I doff my hat and give a salute as that honorable old friend of WHL is towed past.//
I can hardly wait until you call me to help dispose of a body... I've watched alllll the tv shows and know exactly how it's done, and have a ready supply of sulfuric acid.
TPBM won't rat us out.
I won't rat you out, but I bet you'll make a rookie mistake and get us all in trouble.
TPBM knows a good lawyer.
She's retired, though, thus cannot legally give legal advice.
TPBM knows a live one.
// Re: >188 WholeHouseLibrary:
A few hours ago, I realized my relationship with my truck lasted three months longer than my first marriage. And it was more satisfying, too.
Sure am missing that truck.//
// >194 WholeHouseLibrary: It wasn't one of those famous Toyota pick-ups, was it? They are INDESTRUCTIBLE! //
"Lawyer" is a word used over here, even though we actually use solicitors and / or barristers. I suspect that in the States, those are terms for whores and (misspelled) coffee servers.
TPBM knows who the person was who was the former owner of WHL's body (oops, if ever there was a sentence that required rephrasing, that one surely is...)
No I don't have a clue. But when >194 WholeHouseLibrary: mentioned his relationship with his truck it reminded me of how my friend (the one who moved and would help me with a body) thought the words to the Huey Lewis song "I Want a New Drug" was "I Want a New Truck" and she couldn't figure out why he would want to sing about a truck.
TPBM has also gotten words to a song wrong.
"Excuse me while I kiss this guy (the sky)." Jimi Hendrix, Purple Haze
TPBM gets them right.
Only after looking them up online.
I remember the scene from the movie Jumpin' Jack Flash where Whoopie Goldberg is trying to get the lyrics to solve a clue pre-Internet. It's very funny. She ends up buying the sheet music. movie clip
TPBM liked that movie, too.
//>198 karenmarie: I LOVED that movie! When she was in the telephone booth and got jacked I laughed long and hard. 'Mutant, junkie cockroaches...'//
SomeGuy must still be in the 'phone booth. I never saw the film (but it sounds like I should) but I will do a TPBM to keep the show on the road.
TPBM goes for slow thinking.
Do I have a choice?
//>200 abbottthomas: I haven't seen the movie either. Now I'm curious.//
TPBM goes for slow dancing.
One night at a club I asked why they never played any slow songs. The answer was, 'Are you kidding?'. Apparently a waltz tempo would lead to wild abandon. My response was, 'How could you tell?'
TPBM has always played it safe.
Usually, but I think everyone needs to take a walk on the wild side sometime too.
TPBM has a favorite viral video.
If it's not viral, it should be.
TPBM has another.
// Nope, but I've been hunting for lyrics once, where I contacted the singer and he didn't know the lyrics either!
"Spill the wine, **** that girl" which is really "Spill the wine, take that pearl" by Eric Burdon and the Animals. I only realized it this week when I got interested in old videos of them and wanted all the lyrics. Sigh.
//>205 Tid: that's a riot, Tid!//
TPBM has another great YouTube video or another misheard lyric.
I just looked up the lyrics to Jumpin' Jack Flash. There are two different versions of the second line, "And I howled at the morning driving rain" or "And I howled at my ma in the driving rain."
When I married, my new husband came with a five year old daughter. She would sing Jumpin' Jack Flash. Needless to say, I couldn't understand a word. But very cute.
I always thought that "Bits and Pieces" was "Big Fat Pieces." A friend always thought the carol was "Hark the Hairy Angels Sing."
The person below me will add to the theme.
Slight variation to the theme. You know all those websites that give the lyrics to songs? There's one line in Blue Mink's "Melting Pot" that seems beyond their intellectual ability to transcribe. These are the two most common versions:
- And be thankful little Mrs. Graceful
- Making Lady Favor
It's actually "Mick and Lady Faithfull"! At the time, Mick Jagger was still involved with Marianne Faithfull. Sigh.
TPBM knows how to correct these howlers.
Wikipedia of course. Because we know all information there is absolutely 100% correct!
TPBM's favorite junk food is_____.
with meat or shrimps (no mustard, thanks), combined with crispy french fries and mayonnaise.
TPBM has sometime eaten a meat- or fish kroket
My wife loves good chicken krokets. Never seen a fish one.
TPBM has had a fish kroket.
Yup, though I had to follow the phonetic spelling of that link to discover we are actually talking about croquettes!
TPBM was similarly discombobulated.
Don't talk to me about Bob! He still has my CDs!
TPBM is clear and present.
From Siberia, apparently. It certainly felt like that walking home tonight.
TPBM has had their DNA analysed.
The entirety of it is strands of caffeine molecules.
Yep. Though I have some CO2 molecules in there too. Look for the bubbles.
The person below me gets fizzy.
Fizzy - me, moi, myself, I? What rubbish!! I'm the least fizzy person you could possibly meet and I bet you've met SQUILLIONS in your time!!! Now, where did I put that... what? What is it I'm looking for? I clean forgot. Jeez, I need another coffee, it must be all of 20 minutes since the last one. Now where are my clean mugs?
TPBM is more sober.
Unfortunately I have to be sober at work. Some silly policy or another...
TPBM enjoys the 2 martini lunch.
No, but my Dad did. Occasionally, in the early 1980s, I'd go out with a group of managers from work and we'd end up with a bottle or two of wine. I was not a cheap drunk then, so could handle a glass or two and manage to be productive in the afternoon.
TPBM is a cheap drunk.
no I like the expensive stuff. I indulge rarely, so might as well have top shelf.
TPBM wants to be free.
Only to an extent, but this person definitely wants to break free.
TPBM is making progress.
Yes, The Dressmaker on Amazon Prime was better than I expected.
TPBM has also watched a good one lately.
Wow, I've not seen ANY of those!
TPBM has seen at least one of my favourites:
Run, Lola, Run
Being John Malkovich
When Harry Met Sally
The middle one.
I met Malkovich a couple of times when he was merely another struggling actor in Chicago. Last time I saw him, he was umpiring a theater league softball game. So I'm among the select group of people who knows they've seen him with his real hair (or lack thereof).
TPBM knew someone when.
Probably the most apropos to LT someone I knew back when I was still religious and attended church was Richard Ostling.
TPBM is defying the odds
Considering I've been dead twice, yeah, I tend to agree with you. Mind you, neither incident was my own doing. (Just want to set the record straight.)
TPBM keeps meticulous records.
In my own haphazard sort of way.
TPBM marches to the tune of a different drummer.
I have been told that a few dozen times but I don't know which drum.
Clearly, you've mistaken me for the Shadow.
TPBM listens to vintage radio shows.
I have enjoyed the BBC recordings of the Marx Brothers shows from the 1930s, Flywheel, Shyster and Flywheel with Michael Roberts and Frank Lazarus playing the Flywheel and Ravelli parts and sounding very much like Groucho and Chico.
Grouch and Chico shared an income of $6500 a week for the original shows, a high salary in the Depression.
Groucho's lawyer role was originally named Beagle but this was changed to Flywheel (much better, IMHO) after threatened legal action by a New York attorney named Morris Beagle, fed up with phone calls asking for his partner, Shyster.
Enough of that!
TPBM will ramble on about something else.
Okay, I got up to a foot of snow today and had to shovel the deck so I could get to the bird feeder and feed the birds. There I discovered some squirrel or something had taken the suet feeder so the poor birds have no suet to keep them warm today because I wasn't going to dig around in a foot of snow to look for it. Also had to shovel path to get to the newspaper and the driveway so I could get to work. Now my back hurts and I'm tired. I'm weary of winter and long for a sunny beach somewhere. How was that for a ramble, or is it more like whining?
TPBM can do a better ramble.
Shhhh! Everybody stay down behind the couch, until...
TPBM will jump up and say......
I didn't do it the man was dead when I got there!
TPBM has a story and is sticking to it.
Not this pacifist!
When my son-in-law showed up for a visit with his wife and family, two pistols and six rifles, I called the police. I had already warned him that I won't allow any firearms on my property. My right to life, etc, supersedes his warped sense of manliness. Oh, the stories I could tell! They once went homeless rather than him sell (or pawn) any of his firearms.
TPBM sleeps well at night.
yes, especially in the summer when the neighbor's rooster ensures that we are all awake at 3:30am. Or any time car headlights flash across his yard. Or whatever other random times make sense to a rooster. I keep threatening to tape his beak shut.
TPBM doesn't let frustrations get the best of them.
We had a rogue rooster once, abandoned by it's owner and roosting in my neighbor's tobacco barn. He happened to be behind my car as I was backing out of the driveway. Best dark meat eating ever!
TPBM has eaten snapping turtle.
David Sedaris had a good one about a snapping turtle. With a tumour.
TPBM enjoys listening to Sedaris.
Absolutely. Listening to him and reading his stuff. I still haven't read his Theft by Finding yet, but it's here on my shelves just waiting for the right moment.
TPBM has just found the PERFECT book from their shelves.
Well, I don't know if it was perfect but I finished a library book and am waiting for an Early Reviewer so over the weekend I pulled my old paperback Travels With Charley off my shelf and re-read it (something I rarely do). I must say I remembered very little of it from my first reading. Love Steinbeck.
TPBM has a book they re-read.
yep, this year I'm attempting to re-read these:
I treasured them as a child, and it's been a lot of years since I opened any of them. I'm reading one each month, in between all the other reading, and the couple I've read so far are still pretty good.
TPBM has more than they can handle.
Yes, because you are also above me now and i below myself and around you.
TPBM has played twister
Those were the days!
I gave up work when I got on the floor to examine a sick child on a sofa and then couldn't get up without help from its mother.
TPBM has another Road-to-Damascus moment to share.
//251 I have those books too, Darth-Heather! I've never tried reading them cover-to-cover though. More power to you!//
//>258 karenmarie: I credit this collection with initiating my lifelong love of myths and fantasy. I have somehow held on to them all these years, through many changes of house, and it was a good feeling to crack one open after all this time. I'm noticing a lot of themes and commonalities that I didn't notice as a child, particularly in the archaic view of how women are portrayed, but I'm chalking it up to a sign of the times.//
A couple years ago while on a family camping trip and playing a game of baseball I ran the bases and discovered it hurt my knees to run. Aging isn't for sissies.
TPBM has another.
My left knee had a mid-life crisis in the grocery store parking lot while I was trying to pull a 22# turkey out from the bottom shelf of the grocery cart. I can get down there, but not get back up again.
TPBM knows why it's always the knees.
Because knees are the sore thumb of the body?
TPBM refuses to budge.
Hey, I reserve the right to grumble and bitch. It makes it all bearable.
TPBM does too.
. . . and I thought it was driving a car with a clutch from 1965 to 2015. Now ladders and I don't get along. . .
TPBM knows exactly how the knee was hurt but it wasn't the turkey!
Let's see... first, there was a fellow nicknamed "Leadfoot," on the opposing high school's soccer team ... put my kneecap about six inches higher than it's supposed to be. About six months later, playing center field, I took a line-drive to the knee on the day of the prom. I didn't dance that evening. A year later, the calf and thigh were squeezed apart in an act of (someone else's) stupidity involving two cars. Then there was the motorcycle accident that chewed up and shredded my sciatic nerve ... so, yeah, I know.
My mother, on the hand, at the age of 84 (ten years ago) had a bizarre accident, as a pedestrian, in a parking lot. Someone drove up her leg and came to rest on her thigh. She was still standing. Other than some swelling, no problem.
TPBM takes their calcium pill every day.
Edited to fix a typo.
Yes and no. My lineage is quite solidly English and Welsh with a touch of Bavarian but my grandfather was working in Ireland for a year or two at the time of my father's birth. My sister wanted to express her disapproval of the first Gulf war and rang the Irish embassy to see if she could get an Irish passport. She was told. "If your daddy was born in Ireland you are Irish, whether you like it or not!"
TPBM has dual citizenship.
How dare you suggest I have Multiple-personality Disorder!
When Golgatha finds out, he's gonna beat the living c**p out of you. You better run!
TPBM knows I'm just kidding, right? I mean, really, Golgatha has been dormant for decades now, and the meds help a lot. (Note to self: time to reorder...)
There, there, WHL, of course we know you're kidding! Keep taking the meds just in case, though. *smile*
TPBM takes their meds faithfully.
Yup, and I get a 100% raise every ______.
TPBM knows what to put in the ____________!
Time a bell rings???
TPBM is missing that lost hour from Daylight Savings Time...yawn..
Today no. Yesterday is when I was missing it as I had an hour less to do all the after work/before bed stuff I do.
TPBM is being challenged.
Yepper, so far this Monday morning has been as ducky as being slapped across the viz with a mackerel.
TPBM has faith in caffeine.
Yes, faith that, unlike alcohol, itʻs possible to "cut down" on it. (I cut alcohol down -- to nothing -- at age 34;) now, at 86, Iʻve been, in recent years, allowing myself a maximum of two cups of coffee a week. (Never was interested in decaffeinated coffee.) Some weeks, I even forget to take the 2 cups.
TPBM has done at least one successful "cut down".
I used to go cold turkey whenever I was on vacation; always at least two weeks. In 1993, I worked for a place that gave you two weeks the very first day you started, and added a day for every year you worked there. Then every four years, you were given a six-week sabbatical, which if used for community service, could be stretched out to twelve weeks--and you could take it along with your vacation time. In effect, it could be four straight months out of the office. Great place!
The point is, I would go for at least two weeks without coffee, and often much longer, because I didn't feel the need for it. That is, until I learned that caffeine is often the best way to keep migraine headaches at bay. I've suffered from migraines since I was in elementary school, and I didn't make the connection until I was in my late 30s. Except for one major episode about four years ago (on Thanksgiving, and for the next two days), I've kept it under control. I drink eight to ten cups every day, and there's no down side.
TPBM is wondering why it seems to be taking an inordinate amount of time to get to 400 posts in this thread.
We could always ask some Russians to meddle and speed things up.
TPBM is just such a Russian.
I know a obscene and offensive joke about a person of short stature in a lift (elevator).
ETA that fish does come into it - I'm following the rules!
TPBM will miss Ken Dodd.
Until this morning I thought Rex Tillerson was John Gotti. Not really.
TPBM lives far from the place of their birth.
Yes. Born on the West Coast, now live on the East Coast. I'm happy to be from LA.
TPBM lives within _______ miles of where they were born.
Come to think of it, I do, but as my birthplace was in London's metropolitan sprawl it doesn't quite feel like it. I had rather a roundabout journey to what's been home for the last thirty years or so.
TPBM really has a yen to go back once again to their home town.
Yes, and itʻs an inexplicable yen: I no longer know anyone there, and I canʻt think of any specific place that I want to see. (Home town is Woburn,MA, some 5,200 miles from where I live now (Waianaʻe, HI))
"ONCE again": Oh, does it have to be only once? Oh well, maybe, as I AM 86 years old.
TPBM still lives in their native town, or still knows at least 4 people living there.
I know a bunch of people in my home town. My home town is a major city, so lots of people live there, natives or not.
TPBM has smaller standards.
Yes, I really didn't grow up in a city or a town (more like the boondocks), but I only live about 10 miles from there now.
TPBM couldn't dream of living anywhere but a large city.
I have Green Acres syndrome. Half of me wants to live in the city and the other half wants to live in the deep country. I've spent most of my life in or around big cities, but I'll probably retire to the Boondocks.
TPBM lives in a bunker.
Coming up with the next topic thread title. Hopefully someone else has an idea :)
TPBM has an idea.
.. by the spectre of Brexit. Don't get me started! Perhaps Room 101 is the appropriate trope for the next thread.
TPBM is a right little Pollyanna.
No way, I can see the bad in almost anything.
TPBM can not stand to see ONE more snowflake!
With respect and condolences to our friends at or above the fortieth parallel, I shall refrain from emoting how absolutely, mind-bogglingly, beautiful the weather has been in central Texas this week. Bluebonnets and irises are blooming, the temperature has been varying between the mid-sixties to the mid-seventies; humidity has been between forty and fifty percent; even biting insects have been merely saying hello as they buzz on by. No, I shan't rile up those New Englanders into fits of woe by and despondence by exploiting the gob-smackingly gorgeous weather we're experiencing here. I won't do that, mostly because it's all about to change. It's going to rain for the next three days, then our blinding, searing, life-sucking summer begins. Be thankful for your snow; it makes good insulation against the hell-like conditions that will soon be upon us down here.
TPBM revels in all that snow.
What snow??!! This winter's biggest snowstorm occurred on my commute into town this morning. I didn't even have to turn on my windshield wipers! It's sunny now. When I lived in Bavaria we'd get 13 feet of snow and I could ski out my back door.
TPBM is looking forward to the flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la.
I am ready to jump ahead to the summer of roses and wine, tra la la la la. Actually either of those things would be welcome right about now.
TPBM is in the mood to sail the ocean blue.
Well I prefer one little chair for me,
Next to a bigger chair for two to curl up in,
And for someone who likes to Rock, a Rocking chair in the middle.
TPBM likes Castles.
As long as it's The Man In The High...
TPBM also likes Dick (please - note there's a capital letter beginning that word).
>301 WholeHouseLibrary: thanks for cheering me up as look out across the frozen tundra I call home.
No, but I can dig a lot of boogers out of my nose: I'm coming off a cold.
In other news, I now have a day job! Now that training's done it'll be part time for a few months, but come summer I'll be busy as all get out. Mind you, it's not in the field I went to school for, but it's an income. And helping those little germ factories up their reading game has its own upsides.
The person below me will also share good news.
Major strike/lockout hitting the country by April 10, so maybe a lot of spare time for reading.
The person below me knows of what I speak.
I love the Internet - I was able to quickly and easily find out that there will probably be a lockout of over 400,000 state employees in Denmark on April 10th. I'm assuming that you're either a state employee or work for an organization directly affected by the lockout and thus will be home and able to read all day if you wish.
TPBM has participated, willingly or not, in a strike or lockout.
In the early 90's I was involved in a lockout that turned into a strike. (Union did things half assed after proposed new contract had been voted down and strike authorized.)
I'm a whizz with Google Maps! That's not to say I use them for anything so mundane as WORK, but they're still an endless source of wonder.
TPBM has explored __________ via Google Maps.
Some might say, too far; others, not nearly enough. To the former, my apologies. To the latter, well, you 're a travel agent.
TPBM knows their limits.
You can politely call me a generalist, or not so politely, a dilettante.
TPBM agrees that "dilettantes" make the best writers*--gives ʻem a wider scope.
*AND if she/he happens to be a librarian: the best librarians, too!
Choosing depth or spread of manure depends on whether you are growing grass or pumpkins.
I try not, it only leads to confusion, and more questions than answers.
I turn slowly as a warm-up for the grave.
TPBM expects to be spinning too.
Once I have enough caffine in me - then I don't care if I'm dizzy!
TPBM has another reason for spinning. . .
right round baby, round round, like a record baby, right round round round...
TPBM still spins vinyl from time to time.
You mean like wet-look black shorts?
TPBM thinks it's not a good idea trying to convince HR to let people go home early by calling the Head 'Simone Legree'. ...godireallyreallywanttogohome...
Probably not a good idea. I feel your pain. I worked for a retailer who was insisting everyone come to work when the county administrator was begging people to stay off the roads. Then the buses stopped running so I said go to heck with keeping the store open and caught a cab to go home. But when the cabbie realized my home was up a steep hill, he almost abandoned me. Yes, I tipped him well. It's a miracle I didn't get fired, but you gotta have some kind of limits.
TPBM has a happy snow day story.
I do, but it would be a very long story, and I don't have the time to write anymore.
TPBM has also had to give up something they loved due to priorities and responsibilities.
Yes, a life of leisure. Actually you can't give something up if you never had it to begin with.
TPBM is one of the elite and lives a leisurely life.
I'm sorry, I would have replied earlier but I was practicing looking languid in the mirror. (If I ever win the lottery, when they ask me what I'm going to do with the money I'm not going to say what everyone says, 'I'm going to pay some bills, help my family, and do some good in the world.' What annoying BS. I'm going to tell the truth, that 'I'm going to live like a king for the rest of my $@!# life.')
TPBM is deluded.
My delusions are sometimes the only things that keep me going, even when reality intrudes.
TPBM is anticipating.
To your cause, in spirit only. We're too busy mopping up after the serial bomber right now. He ended it all about four miles from here.
We normally have a traffic jam on I-35 here anyway. It took someone I know almost two hours to go 12 miles because of that inconsiderate b****rd, punk kid.
TPBM, by comparison, lives in an idyllic area, far from crap like this.
I don't know about idyllic, but we have never had bombs (so far!) I'm glad 'the suspect is deceased', as your police put it
TPBM wonders what the world is coming to.
I don't think anything surprises me anymore.
TPBM wants to see how it all turns out.
Sort of, but at the same time, I'm scared.
TPBM thinks the end is near.
Maybe my end is near but the rest of the world, no way!
TPBM has a different opinion . . . what a wimpy comment by yours truly. . . oh well, back to digging out of the spring snow. Happy 2nd day of spring - bright sun and the white stuff is melting!!
I'm of two minds on that, but the medication is helping.
TPBM self medicates.
With social media, including LT. That, and compulsively playing solitaire on my phone. Before phones, I'd compulsively play solitaire with real cards, to the point where I would get callouses on my hands. Ah, those were the days!
TPBM does something else compulsively.
I alternate compulsive activities. I read, knit, walk and cook (not necessarily in that order).
TPBM has eaten flan, and liked it.
Yes. Custardy and crunchy yummy goodness.
TPBM isn't particularly fond of sweets, but does have one favorite that they can't resist.
I do, although it is the Fugu sashimi of milk-based treats.
TPBM likes to play in the mud.
No, not physical mud. But I did once play around mentally with baseball broadcaster Jim Brittʻs evaluation of old time manager Harold "Muddy" Ruel. He began wondering why the aging Ruel
would want to stay in baseball -- with an unpromising team the soon-to-move St. Louis Browns. His conclusion: Muddy has baseball in his blood.
TPBM has a favorite old time baseball player or manager.
How about old time baseball announcers? Jack Brickhouse, y'all. Harry Caray was fine if you didn't mind from the seventh inning on the play-by-play would be incomprehensible because Harry was drunk and bored and rambling on about anything but the game.
TPBM knows who wrote Go, Cubs, Go.
Me too! By Saam was my man. Richie Ashburn was no slouch either. And then there was Harry Kalas. I still like radio better.
Let's go to the field!
And who could play the tin monster in right field At Connie Mack better than Johnny Callison. He had a lot of assists on outs at first and second bases!
TPBM knows this team!!
No, not me. But I do know Liverpool FC, who are owned by the same owners as the Boston Red Sox, i.e. the Fenway Sports Group.
TPBM is more interested in football (you call it - euwww - soccer!) than baseball.
Arggh! I've been preempted!
346> Can't say that I do. I have as much interest in sports as I do in being mauled by a lion, which is to say, none.
It peeves me that I pay a tax on my cable bill, and another one on my satellite bill, just so everyone else can watch local sports.
Satellite is for TV; cable is for Internet and email; two different companies. Then there's the cell phones... I'm probably paying several hundred dollars more a month than I need to, but I can't get the time to do the analysis of the pros and cons of consolidating the services. I have emails going back over ten years that I still need to reference.
347> Actually, yes. I played soccer in high school until the opposing team's halfback (nicknamed Leadfoot) relocated my right kneecap to several inches up my thigh. If I lost the remote for the satellite box, and it had been on a sports channel, I would hope beyond hope that it was one that aired either soccer or lacrosse.
TPBM lives a much simpler, less complicated life.
I didn't even know a simpler, less complicated life was a thing.
TPBM is in the throes
Never been in "the throes"! Iʻve always taken "throes" to be a misspelling of a word that means football passes or baseball pitches.
TPBM has done at least one of the following:
pitched a baseball or softball.
done whatever you do with the whatever it is in curling.
passed a football.
Can't say that I have.
Ever since I was four, I've not been able to grip a ball with my dominant hand. All attempts have resulted in high-altitude lobs or gone a maximum distance of maybe ten feet (and most of that was accomplished by the ball rolling on the ground.
My hair has never been long enough to curl, and it's not my thing anyway.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm passing a football, but I really don't want to talk about it.
TPBM has done long-distance bicycle touring.
Define long distance! I once cycled the Tarka trail from somewhere I can't remember to Barnstaple - and back... An afternoon's pleasure (of sorts) but probably not what you had in mind.
TPBM's longest bicycle ride was _____________
Once, about 100 km on a saturday, (about 60 miles).
To a holiday destination in the South West of The Netherlands. The day before we thought we would have the wind in the back, but the wind had turned 180 degrees... happily for a long time i had the Mood thàt the wind was in the back, so all turned out right anyway.
TPBM had climbed a high mountain by feet (and hands)
Yes, but I used to do a lot of that, and it was a long time ago, so I can't begin to tell you where or how high.
The bicycle trip thing: at least a few hundred miles. I've done two. The second was after a GEAR (Great Eastern Area Rally) event in Geneseo, NY. (the northern end of one of the middle Finger Lakes.) Five of us cycled back to northern New Jersey. The first was just me and ThiMs ... in better times ... from northern New Jersey to Pensacola, Florida; 1,500 miles in all, in 50 days. Got there just in time to do my first (and only) Century Ride.
Bicycles have changed so much since back then. I'd have to get a whole new set of tools to keep them in good repair.
TPBM has run a marathon.
I never liked running. I'm a walker.
TPBM basks in sunshine like a cat.
lots of basking in the sunshine with a cat lately; Hobo's cancer is progressing and I try to spend as much time with him as I can, doing whatever he chooses to do.
TPBM avoids the sun.
Yeah. My nose sunburns easily as it is, plus the meds that keep my pain at bay make me photosensitive.
TPBM never saw the point of lying on a beach.
Why just on the beach? I make it a point to always speak the truth, based on empirical evidence.
TPBM has been known to stretch the truth a bit. Come on, you know you have!
My brother, alas. We think he's in Arizona, but he's chosen to not be in touch for the last 10 years even though my sister and I both live in the same houses with the same land line numbers as in 2008. Lots of sad history there.....
TPBM is stuck researching one of the branches of their family tree.
No, that task belongs to my sister. I don't know if I really want to know too much about my family tree. I think there may be some nuts in it...
//>356 Darth-Heather: so sorry to hear about your Hobo. You're a good cat mom.//
TPBM has a theory.
I do have a theory, and will keep you apprised.
TPBM looks ahead, not behind.
//>356 Darth-Heather: Lord, yes, what Morning and Karen said. I'm glad you get to spend some quality time with Hobo.//
//thanks, you guys. It's always tough when we get to this point with our fuzzy friends; their lifespans are just too short. This time it's exponentially more crushing though - Hobo is the nicest little soul I've ever known and the world won't be the same without him. His lungs are almost completely filled with tumour, and I don't think he has many days left. He's weary, but still cheerful and purring. I wished a better end for him than this agonizing one. He's the only reason I understand what Perfect Love And Perfect Trust really means. He loves everything and everyone and I'm fortunate to have had him for a friend for so long.//
//>365 Darth-Heather: your post made me cry because I too went through the loss of a dear fur friend recently from cancer. They certainly are Perfect Love and Perfect trust.//
>362 2wonderY: Well, yeah, sure! It's where my eyeballs are.
I'm actually surprised that we don't have eyes on our pointer fingers; much easier to find things under couches and all.
TPBM can imagine another advantagic evolutionary modification for humans.
How about knees that work for one's whole lifespan?
TPBM improves something else.
I'm trying to improve my ability to ignore sensational headlines because I just can't believe anything anymore.
//>367 Darth-Heather: Thanks.//
TPBM knows the truth.
Only the Shadow knows for sure.
TPBM is noble and brave and pure.
Hearts full of youth, hearts full of truth, six parts gin to one part vermouth.
TPBM makes a mean Martini.
No, but we'll have Manhattan, the Bronx and Staten Island too...
TPBM has a favorite line from a favorite movie.
"It's naht ah twomuh!" Arnold in some movie trying to quiet a kid who thinks every ache is a tumor.
//>374 morningwalker: It's lovely going through the zoo.//
TPBM was in that movie.
No, I was in the movie where I ordered what she's having.
TPBM also wishes to partake of the same thing...
Oh yes! Of course real is better than fake.....
TPBM still doesn't get the reference.
Indeed, i don't bother, that happens so often here :)
TPBM likes to hunt for eggs
//>379 EMS_24: When Harry Met Sally. The Katz's Delicatessan scene. Rob Reiner's mother Estelle Reiner's line after Meg Ryan teaches Harry a well-deserved lesson in ego and fakery.//
I wasn't aware it was a thing! Regardless, and it's just because I've got too much going on, I can't even wrap my head around the idea of participating. I wish the best of luck to those that do, though.
TPBM is cutting back.
yes, on buying cat food. Sadly, Hobo succumbed to his lung cancer this week. I will miss him forever; he was very special.
On a related note, his brother and sister have gained quite a bit of weight over the past few months, because I've been opening multiple cans of food at every meal, hoping to tempt Hobo to eat more. He didn't, but they did. Now they will have to adjust to a more reasonable diet before we all get scolded by the vet.
TPBM is hanging in there.
Not exactly the best metaphor for me at the moment, but in a good way. I've now been employed long enough to be expecting my second paycheck. I'm now tutoring kids in reading -- not what I studied for, but interesting nonetheless.
>382 Darth-Heather: I'm so sorry your kitty has died. I hope his spirit is frolicking in a ginormous field of catnip.
The person below me has had their life take an unexpected turn, but been pleased with the results of that turn.
//>382 Darth-Heather: I'm so sorry. I know how you are feeling. I shed tears for you as I have she'd tears for those I have also loved and lost.//
// >380 karenmarie: Hilarious! Thanks, 've watched that scene at YT; my cultural baggage is still expanding ;) //
//>382 Darth-Heather: I know that pain and am truly sorry for you. I'm going to be extra good to Parker today.//
383> Well, yes. I am referring to the lovely MrsHouseLibrary, of course.
She wasn't what I expected, and not what I was looking for, but there's no doubt she's exactly what I needed.
TPBM should be so lucky in life.
I am! Anybody that can put up with me for close to 48 years must have been exactly what I needed and I didn't even know it!! What a dunce I am!!
TPBM has the same luck as the two of us above!!
Yes. What comes around, goes around. Yea, lame but it's all I got and it's Monday.
TPBM is anxiously awaiting the magical 400th post and is thinking of a name for the new thread this very minute.
I sure hope someone has their thinking cap on!
TPBM has a great suggestion.
"Does TPBM exist?"
TPBM has never seen a thread title she/he didnʻt like.
Well, I haven't understood all of them, but I guess I liked them well enough.
TPBM is ready for a 10 minute break.
In the words of the poet (James Brown) 'Get up offa that thing, HUH, and dance till you feel better!'
TPBM is a foe to the dowdy.
Can't say that I am. One doesn't feel hostile toward something if one is completely indifferent to the entity/phenomena/whatever in general.
I'm not ... tribal.
Perhaps TPBM can explain it better.
Substitute Manchester United or Everton for one of that neutral and incomprehensible (to me) list, and yes, I can understand! Mind you, I'm not at all a foe of the Boston Red Sox, as their owners also own the football club that is close to my tribal heart.
TPBM has at least one tribe of which they consider themselves a member.
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