YSaC, Vol 717: Another 6 minutes older and deeper in debt?
2010 July 4
1 1/2 Bags of Sand 1 1/2 Tons Over 100 lbs. – $20
I have 1 1/2 Bags of Sand (I am thinking a whole bag is a ton, so I have 1 1/2 tons of sand)…Anyways, it’s over 100 lbs. It was left over and I can not return, so…it’s on here! Pick-up in #### city limits only. Must be able to load it yourself! Please email/call if interested.
I like thinking!
I’m thinking this pile of twelve nickles is five hundred dollars!
I’m thinking this frozen box of Albertson’s brand fish sticks is actually a lobster!
I’m thinking my 1994 Ford Fiesta is actually a Bugati Veyron!
Thinking is FUN!
Thanks for the thinkness, Ryan!
Yup, a ton is over 100 pounds, so Sparky got that right.
That seems to be the end of the “rightness”.
“I think I are an idiot”.
“You can buy me for $1.00”.
“Must load me yourself”.
Go pound sand….
“Must load me yourself.”
…that’s what she said.
Can we just bury Sparky in the sand instead? One down, 700 bazillion to go. Headstone will read (thaks Dilert) “Out ye demonds of stupidity!”
Pound sand.
Apply heat.
Add drink.
Bring chair.
Serve mine hors.
It’s a beach party!
don’t forget an unbubler or two though, I burn so easily, better not to risk it
Good point.
Everyone bring your own unbublers and sunscreen.
I thought unbublers were sunscreens. They make nice rainscreens. too. Windscreens, not so much.
Happy 4th Llamanun and Ostrimu – and all the rest of the YSaC crew. Hope your day is wonderful!
Even if you don’t reside in the U.S.A – you can have a wonderful day, too, so enjoy!
Thank you, Grampdaddy! And a happy holiday to you and Grampmommy, as well.
Not a bad idea to go visit the “origins” of the rockets’ red glare and bombs bursting in air, every so often, too.
The words to the original posy are quite moving, too–well worthy of reading the stanzas we seldom sing. (We military folk often have a Recitation of the fourth stanza as part of the ceremony of a Dining In.)
Happy 4th of July! A little later we will be taking part in all of the requisite Independence Day activities: grilling stuff, watching a ball game, and watching people blow stuff up. I know, I know. If we were more patriotic we’d blow stuff up ourselves.
For those of you celebrating today, be safe and have fun. For those not celebrating today, be safe and have fun too!
Eh, you don’t need to blow stuff up yourself to be patriotic. They won’t even let us blow stuff up ourselves in Boston (or all of Massachusetts — it’s illegal unless it’s a professional show) and no one can say that Bostonians don’t know how to celebrate the 4th!
Who said it was fireworks?
A friend of mine spent a Fourth as a guest of a friend of some rednecky-type persons in the rural areas of upstate NY a few years back … forget manufactured fireworks, it was the combination of rednecks, random ignitable farm and hunting supplies, ignition devices, alcohol, and cocaine that scared her worse than any manufactured product! (She was a firefighter* at the time, and had a better understanding than most of what could happen if things got out of hand. Fortunately, they did not.)
*She also really, really wanted to leave, but by the time she realized what was planned, no one was sober enough to safely leave. Talk about a rock and a hard place.
Lola was this Bainbridge, NY in the mid nineties? If so, I think I was trapped at that party too.
Haha, okay, good point Astro. Although when my friends and I (or, rather, my ex, his high school friends, and I) used to blow stuff up on the 4th, we always just embedded small fireworks in other things. Ever tried to get exploded strawberry off a white car? It’s more difficult than you might think.
Time for a finger count. Hold up all hands.
Caught up in the comments, I was down in Cape Cod (Falmouth) for a few days, enjoying the beach but without an internet connection (should have brought some sand back in my bags to sell on CL).
The cottage across from the one I was in set off (illegal) fireworks last night. It was a good show. Some grumpy old lady with a yappy little dog called the cops of them, but the cops never showed.
Also, I’m from Massachusetts, and have commented on a few of the same days as you, so I think (therefore, a bicycle) there goes your theory….
Bostonians are not currently giving me the impression that personal fireworks are illegal….
Last summer I spent the 4th on a roof in Eastie and the displays from the surrounding houses were almost more exciting than the officially sanctioned one.
*called the cops ON them.
and I forgot to close the italics tag
bleh, too late to edit.
Oh, they’re illegal, alright. But that doesn’t necessarily stop people from driving up to NH for them. People from Boston drive up to NH all the time for stuff. Fireworks, everclear, tax-free shopping…
Ooh, fire and gunpowder, what could be more fun!?
Happy Independence day!
“What better way to celebrate the independence of your country than by blowing up a small portion of it?”
Thanks, Grampdaddy! And to you and yours. Later I get to cross something off my bucket list – I’m going to get on a boat and watch fireworks from less than a quarter mile (that’s about a ton for a CL poster) away in the middle of a lake. Just me and my hubby…and some wine and noms…sigh…
Happy Independence Day, my fellow colonists! We are going up to a lake that is very close to here, where friends are camping, and we are going to watch the fire works from the camp grounds. This is the first time in YEARS we are making any effort to go see the pretty, shiny things in the sky! I am very excited about it.
Happy Fourth, guys. Here in Vermontland, the big fireworks are on the night of the 3rd, so we’ve already had our pyrotechnics, but I am planning to eat a hamburger today.
Grilled food is also a totally acceptable method of observance! I have some* lamb, if you’d like some.
*a ton
I’ll stick with “Happy Fourth of July, or Fifth if you live on the other side of the International Dateline!”
Did I miss anyone?
Happy Fourth, Grampdaddy and all! Or as someone drunkenly yelled to my friends and me, on a Fourth back in college, “Betty Ford, man!”
Happy Independence Day to all of y’all as well.
**sets up an iPod Dock on the red table for sale (you can take it for free!), and presses play. The Washington Post begins playing at PATRIOTIC VOLUME!!!**
Yes, I’ve always wanted to take an iPod Dock for free.
Washington Post–that goes DUH duhDUUUUH dadada DUH duh DUUUUUH dadada duh daduh daduh da duh duh DUH DUH *cymbal crash*
Actually, Laurel, I suspect that’s “Stars and Stripes Forever” you’re humming (yes, I actually did sing what you typed – it’s called displacement activity (I’m supposed to be cleaning the house)).
Actually, I have an easier time lining up “Washington Post” than “Stars and Stripes” to what Laurel typed.
The Ostrimu has spoken. Hey, the only thing I can play is my iPod, so I’ll defer to those who have actually played it.
Stars and Stripes Forever would go more like this: *crash crash crash crash* *deep breath* DUM DUM DA DUMDUM DA DUMDUMDUMDUMDUM etc.
That’s not how the piccolo bit goes [G]
I’m not sure how to type out trills.
Ah, coming from a different age, I remember the strains of Columbia, Gem of the Ocean. (If only age would fade the memories of voices straining in effort rather than skill or ability . . . )
The one tune I wish I had a recording of, would be the Marine Band playing Semper Fidelius at JPS’s original 3/8 time.
The Stars and Stripes Forever
as performed by the [location] High School Marching Band:
Dumdumdadumdum, da dumdumDumDumDUM
Dumdadumdum Dumdadumdum digadigadumdum dumdum dumdum dumdadumdum dumdadumdum digadigadotdotdaaaaaaah
dyah duhdah duhdahdahdahdah dah digadigadiga dyah digadigadiga dum dadumdumdumdumdumdum dum digadigadiga daaaaaah!!!
[skipping some]
dadadumdadadumdadaduuuuuuum dadadum dadadadadadadaaa Dah. Dahdaaaah dadahda dadaDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! dadadaDAH dadadaDAH dadadadaaaaaaaaaaaaaDum.
A plause, and a door! I actually LOLed.
Happy Independence Day everyone! I have a good day planned out. Mostly just playing in the pool, but then tonight I’m heading up to Cambridge to sit on the banks of the Charles River and watch the fireworks!
Happy Fourth to you too, Gramps! May I call you Gramps? Both sets of grandparents died when I was very young, so I never got to call anybody Gramps before… Ahem.
Anyhow! Be careful with them thar fireworks, everyone! Don’t want to blow out an eyeball… or your neighbor’s window… or something…
Anytime Steph – you are always welcome.
I’m gonna call you Gramps too. My real gramps is not very nice, and my other one passed away before I was born.
A ton and a half is 3,000lbs, genius. *facepalm*
Psst, you forgot your corey tags. I didn’t mean that to be rude, I just know that when I have spinach in my teeth or I’ve tucked my skirt into my panty hose I prefer that one of my friends tell me 🙂
Well. I have to [construction estimator corey] here, sand runs 100-130 pounds per cubic foot.
Since there are bricks in the photo, I’ll guess this will be mason’s sand. Whether “sharp” or not, open to speculation. But, it will be about a hundredweight (cwt, 112#) to the cubic foot. And it’s twenty cwt to the ton. So. a cubic yard of sand is 2240# + 784# being 3024# or around what 1.5 short tons weighs.
Mason’s sand is delivered in ton bags, and both soft and sharp sand are used to make mortar.
So, sparkie might not be far wrong, even if they have no idea how much more than 1# a ton is (run into too many who are convinced a cubic yard is only 9cf, or such similar–you learn quickly not to confuse them by knowing that there are 160 stone to the long ton).
[/corey]
Perhaps Sparky is confused by the concept of literally vs figuratively. Figuratively those bags of sand may “weigh a ton” but literally…not so much.
Oooh! Catmath!
*coaxes catulator off of back of couch, scratches ears and adds kibble*
Ok so 1.5 bags of sand x (1.5 tons/100 pounds) + price of tea in China = 743 sammiches and 1 sparkler
How festive!
No kaboom? 🙁
No. Kabooms cause the catulator to stop working and freak out and climb the walls.
There was supposed to be an earth-shattering kaboom!
Need a Kaboom?
Who ya gonna call?
Mythbusters!
Shopping list:
–Bulletproof glass
— remote location
— 1 cement truck
— as many explosives as the law will allow
Llama-nun, are you going to be very, very angry?
Yaaaayyy… Kabooms for all!
If it’s not rattling the windows of my house and whipping the neighbors dogs into a frenzy , it’s NOT LOUD ENOUGH!
Laurelhatch – Who cares about the law, it’s patriotism! Unless you do it on a day that isn’t the Fourth of July. Then it’s a felony.
My initial impression upon seeing the photo was that the white things were a couple of sheep. 1 1/2 tons of sheep is a lot-o’-lamb. For $20, it’s a bargain! Souvlaki for everyone (and I do mean everyone)!
For that matter, 100+ pounds of lamb for $20 is still a bargain. *passes out pitas and tzatziki*
Mmmmm…Greek food…
*drool*
Here lamby lamby lamby!
*nom nom nom*
Opa!
We used to dine at a Greek restaurant where when someone ordered the flaming cheese platter, they’d bring it out, light it, and everyone would shout, “Opa!” So we figured that meant “My cheese is on fire!”
I’m totally remembering this translation of Opa! Love it.
Thank you Windrose, burning cheese happens far too often in my kitchen. Now I have something to yell in mixed company 🙂
I nominate Flaming Cheese for band name of the day!
Mmmmm flaming cheese….actually [Greek food Corey] it is known as saganaki[/Greek food Corey] and it’s delicious. But I may now refer to it as opa! ‘Cause that’s more fun. 🙂
Try Greek!
“Try Greek” is the newest YSaC meme, isn’t it…? I can’t believe it! I witnessed the birth of a meme! It was so… gooey and slimy, like something on National Geographic. Icky.
I think I love you. Anyone who gives me pitas gets my love.
There’s my flask around here somewhere, too … 8)
I still love you, Lola!
People really need to stop thinking. Oh, wait…
Oddly enough, I would pay $20 for all that sand, as we use it in the lizard tank and in nest boxes. But I can’t pick up in Berea City limits, and I can’t load it myself. Too bad for Sparky.
Lola’s in the box! Awesome!
*blink blink*
Whoa! Wow! It’s been a while. I’ll have some celebratory holiday beverages and then be ready for the punch, Windrose.
Whoo! Whoo! Yay Lola! (Go ahead – be daring! Light a sparkler in spite of Mr. Bloomberg. Besides, he’s too busy fighting A&F bedbugs….)
Grampdaddy, I’m totally thinking about taking the sparklers out. Live dangerously!
Oh yes – I did see that in the news: Abercrombie and Itchy.
A rousing round of applause! *clapclapclapclapclap*
WHOO-HOO! Show us your quote!
:clears throat:
Umm, sorry ’bout that. I might have partaken of a fermented beverage or two while igniting the flame pit and searing some avian flesh.
Weird, I don’t remember posting that. I sound a little like the Cap’n after a few too many.
OMG! Like, I had no idea I weighed 3800 pounds!
I’m on the phone to the biggest loser as we speak!!!
P.S.
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As my mustelid gravatar might have done in the days when he was a character on a roleplaying forum:
“**Astro peers into the room, and glances shiftily from side to side. He grins gleefully, and shuffles in. He takes a deep breath, and begins bouncing on one of the couches.**
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**and I can do it without breaking any stylesheets**
Show off!
It’s like watching “Wild Kingdom” and the ritualistic showing off. Be careful you two, and don’t get hurt.
I will stay in the jeep while Astrognash wrestles the giant BOINGY thing…
Oh! On the reverse side of that, I just realized that in the last year I’ve lost almost a half ton!
Huh, one would think that would translate into more than just two dress sizes.
Depends…
How big were the dresses? Are we talking 10-person tent size?
Oh wait, you were just going by CL poster math… nevermind. No insult intended.
As always on the fourth, we here at YSaC remind you to remember the French horn players.
Oh, I remember them well enough, and not in a positive way. If it weren’t July, I’d link you to our Christmas Concert, specifically the performance of King of Kings, where you can see how one French Hornist can ruin an entire song by thinking that he’s the Dizzy Gillespie of Horns.
I will indeed remember the french horn players. I’ll listen for them during the Pops concert tonight, just for you.
↓ Pah ↓ Pah ↓ Pah ↓ Pah ↓ Pah ↓ Pah ↓ Pah ↓ Pah *sucks in air*↓ Pah ↓ Pah ↓ Pah ↓ Pah ↓ Pah…
Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –**turns blue, then sucks in air after the person next to him finally breathes** Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –Oom –…
Of course, then you have my first clarinet part, belting it out somewhere in the upper stratosphere.
I’m married to one, so every day is French Horn Player Memorial Day, here. Thinking about “Stars and Stripes Forever” makes him twitchy.
Sorry I’m late; the festivities are in full swing and I don’t even have a beverage yet.
*slices an iced carbonated caffeinated cola-type beverage*
All of the apropos patriotic greetings to everyone!
“Happy Depends In Merca Day!”
I wonder if he also think he has a bike?
Happy 4th July to all those celebrating. I’ll just sit here with my coffee and biscuit feeling thoroughly left out. It’s my own fault though, I should have got here earlier.
scootch over… just got here myself.
Happy 4th/5th & July everyone. Break out the watermelon martinis and clear the view to the sky.
My flask has caramel appletinis in it. Will they do?
*passes flask*
Dev, if you have some too, you won’t mind about being late. You won’t mind about much at all! I can always refill the flask if it need be. 8)
fill away dear, fill away
[twitch.twitch;yearn,yearn]
Watermelon vodka martini would be divine.
Tiny shot of carbonated water to keep it light, too.
The best ideas always occur in the middle of the night, when there is no store open and you have an important appointment early the next morning.
Ah, really a bad idea to mention watermelon margaritas around neighbors with a spare seedless watermelon.
Long ago, in a Mid Evil kingdom where I was just getting to know the traditions, someone introduced me to a Mongolian Milk Melon. Ahem. I had two small squares of watermelon, and suddenly couldn’t feel my nose. Found out soon after that the watermelon is injected with a large quantity of Everclear. I am told I had a lot of fun at that party.
I had a similar experience with ouzo (possibly influenced by the shots of metaxca in-between).
Could not make a fist, or say “opa,” but could dance, from after-action witness testimony.
I now have Johnny Cash in my head.
But I won’t remember to put sunblock on, until ‘Ring of Fire’. heh.
Happy Fourth, all! Or, for those of you using the Cat Math Calendar, happy Seventeenth Tuna Sammich!
Hmmm… What may or may not be a ton and a half of sand, but is over a hundred pounds, that has been sitting in an overgrown field for who knows how long picking up various members of the local flora and fauna.
Finally! Now I can fill up that sandbox-boat I picked up a while back!
Happy Fourth, my fellow ‘Murricans! And Happy Sunday to all you furriners!!
Dang,another [measurement corey] is upon me.
For hauling fermented spirits about, the largest bit of cooperage was the tunne, which was about 100 cubic feet in volume (about 748 gallons).
To this day, merchant ships are measured in “deadweight tonnage” which is their cargo hold capacity in 100 cf units.
However, Sparky is unlikely to have a dwt of sand on hand, that’s almost 4 cubic yards, around 11,200# of sand.
Silly Sparky.
[/corey]
Happy Fourth of July, minions! Er, uh, I meant friends, of course. Definitely friends.
Had a most delicious hot dog already today. Looking forward to the local fireworks, provided the pyrotechnic dudes (or whatever they’re called) don’t blow themselves up. They didn’t last year, so I’m hopeful.
I read that as ‘had a most delicious dog already‘
Is it too late for coffee?
maybe. perhaps alcohol instead? at least then you wont care, will you?
Sorry, Develish, I’m a wee bit too young for the drink–I’ve just got a year on Astro.
oh well in that case it’ll have to be coffee then, or a soft drink of some sort.
oh and just call me Dev, much easier to type
No lemon-ade for you!! bwahahaha.
Ahem… I mean, would you like a popsicle?
That depends, can I throw it at you? *smirks*
If you ‘must’ waste perfect icy goodness like that, I guess you can throw it at me.
Though you’d have better luck with the Nerf Super Soaker Shot Blast.
Take your pick.
You are totally right. Why waste a popsicle when you can have a water-war *grabs ridiculously large blaster and a couple of water pistols* It’s on.
Say ‘Hello to my little friend’!
Ahahahaha…. catch me if you can!
Can I join? Oh, I can’t guarantee it will be water coming out of the SuperSoaker.
Battery acid? That’s fine, I’m armored.
Ah, pyrotechnic devices in the hands of spirit-lubed patriots… I once did live audio for a heavy-metal-type band in Miami in the mid 1980’s. These gentlemen were fond of home-made pyro-devices fueled by weapons-grade black powder and model rocket engine igniters. They weren’t always too good at it. At one show, the controller-device malfunctioned causing all of the flash pots on the stage to fire simultaneously successfully igniting one of the guitar players. The crowd went wild! They had never seen a guitar player move like that before! Fortunately, the musician suffered no injuries, and the band enjoyed subsequently packed venues.
Glad the guitar player was OK. Anyone we might have heard of?
We can rule out Spinal Tap since it wasn’t the drummer doing the assploding.
Not likely known, unless you’re familiar with Miami of the 1980’s. The band were known as Stranglers Of Bömbay (the umlaut was for nothing more than uniqueness and “cool factor”). They were quite good, albeit localized. Classic ’80’s hair-metal.
Always amazing, the people who can screw up something as simple as a nail board.
Ooh! My local CBS syndicate is showing the Boston Pops and the fireworks that accompany them tonight!
Mine, too, at 2100CDT. Which is after the NBC showing of the Macy’s show–which conflicts with Capitol Fourth on PBS.
We have to remember to wave at Bridgete!
And, with no new shows for HBO Sunday, it’s all good.
Will be cool, my old boss, Mike will likely be on Capitol Fourth.
Counting down the hours in yet another lonely Sunday night. It’s a load, but not a tonne of bricks.
Wow, Boston had a pretty spiffy show, from what was on CBS. End of Macy’s was not bad, either. Capitol’s was quite nice, as ever.
And now, accomplished in my Certified Navy Twill, off set I into my Nation’s (brief) employ yet again.
G’mornin’ America, How are’ya?
*waves at Astro and Cap’n*
Oh, yeah, the show was plenty spiffy, as usual…but there was this really weird half-hour gap between the 1812 Overture and the fireworks. Normally it’s only about 10 minutes, so that the couple million people standing around at various strategic locations along the Charles River don’t get bored and annoyed. So…we were bored and annoyed for a while, but once the show actually started we were happy. Oh, and I have some photos. http://www.flickr.com/photos/bridgetem/sets/72157624238854095/ There are some in that set from prior 4th celebrations, but…well, you’ll figure it out.
Since it’s late, I just realized you probably won’t even see this. But I just did all this typing…so…I’ll just link to it in something tomorrow.
*yawn* off to bed!
Long story, more personal history. One year I spent the Fourth in Colfax, CA. This tiny mountain town put on a parade and fire works every year, and some group did a bbq. The parade included a pretty young girl dressed in Irish colors and leading a beautiful collie. The parade took 25 minutes because a train came through in the middle, and they had to wait for it to go by. Later, the fireworks were wonderful. That was the first time I had ever seen ground displays. The best one was a pelican which opened its beak, and three little fish shot down a wire into the beak. The last one overshot somehow, and set a bush on fire. It took a long time to get the fire department down the hill to put it out, because they were all watching the fireworks, and had to run up to the station, then maneuver the truck down through the crowds. Still stays in my mind as the happiest Fourth I ever had.
Some of the best fireworks displays were done from a barge in the Kanawha in WVa. “the bombs bursting in air” lasted forever echoing in the mountains. Truly unforgettable.
Alright, Lola, here it comes! Punchity punch punch! Well deserved, I might add.
G’Night, America!
OH! So that’s why my head hurts today (I was going to say “this morning,” but it’s not, any more). Thanks, Windrose!
lovely time on the 4th here in the new york state capital. about 20,000 people usually gather in a part of downtown albany known as the empire state plaza where the lovely people from the price chopper supermarkets puts on a great fireworks show. i’ve seen it a zillion times, so i opted to avoid the crowds last nite and see it from one of the parks. but its a neat day in albany for those who enjoy hoopla. but too hot for me this year. but the hoopla goes on.
A 1 ton bag of sand.
A bag, in it is 1 ton of sand. It is a 1 ton bag of sand – no?
Love the Tennessee Ernie Ford reference in the title, Dan!