Free Refiferation
Free refigeration In #####, off buffaloe rd, in good working condition, just need to pickup
Call Walter ### ### #####
This happens to all of us. You just want to go look at some famous patriotic art, so you head down to your local gallery, and what do you find?
A tragedy! But now, we have a solution! Walter provides us with free refiferation! At last we can sleep easily.
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“Badadum, badadum, badadum.”
“Nom nom nom.”
“Badadum, badadum, badadum.”
“Nom nom nom.”
“Stan, we’re marching here – get your head in the game. Where did you even get that, anyway?”
giggling, too much giggling to form witty reply.
Ah, but not only is there refiferation, but this Walter fellow offers free refigeration, too. Have your Fig Newtons lamentably turned into nothing more than plain, ordinary Newtons? No fear! Walter’s Free ReFigeration will put them right as rain post haste!
A very inFigererating post, Astro!
Considering that the french figè means congeal, as in change state by freezing or the like, with a sense of being a chaotic buzz reduceing through entropy–then a re-figè-ator, especially an nth-hand one one could be rather apt.
Yay, thanks for the new verb! Would it be figer in the infinitive?
And fig er in the split infinitive.
I now have Bob Marley in my head. But that’s ok as it will make me get up, stand up, begin jammin’ and every little thing is gonna be all right (three little birds told me so).
Well, I’m not in need of fife replacement, but it looks like he re-figerates too, so a well stocked kitchen is only a phone call and a pickup away.
Edit: What you said, Astro 🙂
Somehow, I expected Buffaloe soldiers to be less pale. I shall have to rewrite my historical perspective. Or not.
These guys are from Buffalo, NY; not to be confused with the guys who inspired another B. Marley song. Clear now? 8)
Lola, you forgot your corey signs! 8)
Are they applicable when the statement is just possibly pure BS? 😉
{corey]Actually, Dearest Lola and Windrose, my guess is that Walter lives in Chili (pronounced chie-lie), NY, a small town between Rochester and Buffalo. Buffalo Road runs between Rochester and Buffalo. [/end corey] Almost 50 years in Rochester before moving to the Midwest fills one’s mind with minutiae.
So Lola, yours was only an optional corey, based on accurate BS – Well Done!
*is ‘optional corey’ a new category?*
Not to be sassin’ my elders, but Walter’s a local boy and there is a Buffaloe Rd in Raleigh, NC. There’s also an Old Buffaloe Rd, just to add to the confusion. That’s just how it’s spelled. [/localcorey]
Per sj: not a Yankee Buffaloe, then.
How can you misspell the name of the road you live off of? Aren’t there signs? Doesn’t Walter pass them every day?
[Corey?]Well, that’s not necessarily a typo.
According to Google Maps:
Buffaloe Rd, Wake, NC
Buffaloe Rd, Palacios, Matagorda, TX 77465
Buffaloe Rd, Garner, Wake, NC 27529
Buffaloe Rd, Wake Forest, Franklin, NC 27587
Buffaloe Rd, Raleigh, Wake, NC 27604
Buffaloe Rd, Wilders, Johnston, NC 27527
Buffaloe Rd, Raleigh, Wake, NC
Buffaloe Rd, Knightdale, Wake, NC 27545[/corey?]
A scary number of said roads exist in my own state. I’m praying this guy’s from Texas.
Ohe, givee mee ae homee
Wheree thee buffaloe roame
Ande thee deere ande thee antelopee playe…
Excellente, Camillee!
Since I live near most of those, me too!!!!
[texas location corey] Well, around these parts, it’s a “frezzer”, or a “frige”, when out in the garage. No “re” about it. Other than the appliance has been resold, reused, even removed to the garage.
That, and this is not the weather to be giving away working refridgeration in Matagorda, just 178 miles and three hours’ drive south of me. Miracle of the internet shows that it is 82º 89% RH 78ºDP with S 8 for a heat index of 90º–warm weather on the coast.
Nice weather to have fig newtons in the fridge for a snack, though.
[/corey]
Yep, I found it in the Raleigh listings so that part’s actually right. Not much else is.
Aw, way to go, Walter. Way to represent the Triangle to the YSaCies!
We ain’t all uned-ew-katid hicks.
There was a guy I knew in college with the last name Lucky. He had one of his roommates proofread a paper for class. The roommate pointed out that he had misspelled lucky (he had it as luckey). The guy insisted that the spelling was correct even after the roommate told him that it was the same as his last name. The guy was a bit odd.
Well, maybe he was named for the line of western wear stores?
I knew a guy who couldn’t spell Michael even though it was his middle name. ‘Twas sad because other than that he seemed quite bright. Or is that quiet brite?
Walter is a pseudonym for Dan Quayleeeeeeeoe.
Sing along, Marley fans!
“No woman, no fife
No woman, no fife
I remember when we used to sit
On Buffaloe Road there with Walter
A good fife we had
A good fife that we lost
Along the way…”
Thank Jah for refiferation! Everything’s gonna be alright!
I want y’all to know that Dan spent WAY too much time with Gimp to make that photo. Give him some lovin’ for that one.
All right. **Gift wraps A.Door*, and heaves it at Dan for his Gimpological Skillz**
*A.Door, (n): A large wooden object one heaves at another as a sign of gratitude for providing funny; see Adore
Edit:Woah! Drmk, you’re not green!
The part that I like is that the chicken makes one view the expression on the faces of the other two guys in front in a whole new light.
Didn’t Ronald Reagan say that in a movie: “Go out and win it for the Gimp”? – Never thought Ronnie would be so aware of open-source software.
Anyway – nice job, Dan. May you never have a limp chicken to work with.
I wish to dispute this statement, as it implies that my Gimp skills are so poor that even this half-assed bodge job would take a long time.
Well Dan, I would suggest turning the chicken around so that he was blowing in the OTHER end.
*goes to wash lips and brain with boiling bleach*
Well, having used Gimp (and still preferring PhotoShop), you may color me impressed.
If doubly so for resisting the urge to put a fig image on one of the drums . . .
Gimp doesn’t play nice with my os so I simply assumed that it took a while due to crashing and rebooting. Excellent imagery Dan, does this represent man’s inhumanity towards chicken?
My guess was that the pulletto was graphically simpler than the figgalo.
Darn, does not appear to be a memorial Day parade in Matagorda, nor nearby Victoria or Freeport. But, in all fairness, my town isn’t having one, either.
Something ALWAYS represents man’s inhumanity to chicken.
Tha’s ok, chickens deserve it .
Got kin in the biz, off to eastern OK; took many a year to recover an appetite for church bird after visiting that farm. Utterly unlike my pig-raising relatives–never damped my enthusiasm for either low or high on the hog.
Chickens is nasty, and the freer ranging the worse it gets.
PaintShop Pro 7 serves all my needs, especially now that I’ve investigated some more of its capabilities upon seeing the magic SilvaNoir works with it.
[brand name corey/] I was informed by my husband that the name of the product you are all referring to is actually THE Gimp. And The Gimp is the name for Gnu Image something with an M something with a P. [/end brand name corey fail]
Yup, the CatMath picture was sketched roughly in OpenCanvas1.1, and colored in PaintShopPro7. NotALion and Windrose’s avatar were purely OpenCanvas creations.
OpenCanvas 1.1 is free, if you can find it online, I downloaded it years ago (the more advanced versions aren’t). Not good for editing photos, but nice for doodles.
PaintShoPro isn’t free, but a fraction of the cost of Photoshop and does much the same thing. The only thing PSP doesn’t have is the amount of free custom brushes and textures that photoshop users have created and made free for download. Version 7 is of PSP quite old now, so I don’t know if you can even buy that anymore.
Windrose, I used to work with one of the creators, and he never called it “The” GIMP. Just GIMP.
PS: Manipulation Program.
drmk, awesome! Thanks for all the info.
I don’t know if I really want some refiferation. If they’re anything like the piccolo (pickloe?) then they’d be a real pain to tune, and I sort of like the subtle SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee of the rubber chicken. It adds a sort of, I don’t know, home grown goodness to the ensemble.
Cue Music Joke:
How do you get two Piccolos in tune?
Shoot one.
Bravo! Spoken like a member of the brass section.
How many trumpet players does it take to change a light bulb?
Only one. He holds the bulb and the world revolves around him.
😀
What do you do with someone who can’t play?
Give them two sticks, stick them in back, and call them a d
rummer.And if they still can’t play?
Take away one of the sticks, stick them in front, and call them a conductor.
Hey! MandaB! Cut it out – your brothers resemble that remark!
How many clarinetists does it take to change a light bulb?
Only one, but they have to go through ten boxes to find just the right bulb.
Why did the percussionist keeps his sticks on the dashboard?
So he could park in the handicapped section.
Ya know, if the guy was playing a duck instead of a chicken, you’d know he was an oboist.
Actually, that’s how you get two FLUTES to play in tune. To get two piccolos to play in tune, you have to shoot both of them.
How many percussionists does it take to change a light bulb?
*looks around frantically* “I’m sorry, no one’s covering the light bulb part right now.”
I always feel sorry for our second-chair clarinet. She’s stuck right next to the piccolo. On the other hand, it’s pressure to stay away from that thing that keeps me practicing.
How can you tell a percussionist is knocking on your door?
The knocks keep slowing down.
Man, we’re just hatin’ on the drummers.
Damn, you’re all band people. I only know the choir jokes…
A tuba player walks past a bar…
What? It could happen.
What’s the definition of an alto?
-A soprano who can sightread.
What do you see if you look up a soprano’s skirt?
-A tenor.
How many altos does it take to screw in a light bulb?
-None. They can’t get up that high.
What’s the definition of a male quartet?
-Three men and a tenor.
Why was the singer locked out of her house?
-She couldn’t find the key.
How can you tell a violin from a viola?
A viola burns longer.
How do you define perfect pitch?
When you toss the banjo into the dumpster it pierces the accordian.
Bridgete!!! If I could give you elebenty adores I would! I *always* told people I was a second soprano because I wanted to be an alto & the directors never let me. Lordy I hated always singing the melody unless some arranger happened to think to include a part for us.
Yay, it’s my first elebenty adores! =)
I can’t even try to claim I’m a second soprano. It’s all first soprano for me. I just got the high B-flat back after only singing (again) for a year. I found a community choir (audition-only, so it’s a good one, we do some really amazing stuff) after about 3 or 4 years of no choral music and even when I first joined I could still get a high A. So…all melodies for me, even when there actually is a second soprano part. Ah well.
Read “second soprano” and wondered if that meant you were related to Carmella, or dating Tony Jr. But, I realized you were meant being one of those contrary-altos [G]
I have no idea what I am, except that it sends the neighborhood cats scurrying for cover.
I play Baritone, though. (I know, not quite the same… and it’s technically a Euphonium anyway, but it’s only a difference between conical and cylindrical bore)
I thought I was a mezzo, Cap’n. Could be I wasn’t paying close attention. Though I think with all the lack of singing (does singing along w/radio & Signing Time dvds count?) I’m well & truly an alto now. Can I blame that on the pregnancies too? Cuz my hips never did go back together right after the ligaments loosened with the first kid so maybe my vocal cords loosened? Huh? Can I haz alto part now plz?
After reading the title I misread refiferation as reeferfication. Need.more.coffee.
Blue Clöister Cult performing Don’t Fear the Reefer Tonite! at the 40WaTt?
Slightly off-topic, but was reading through yesterday’s comments and came across Capn’s recipe for guac:
“add jarred miced garlic” — that’s gonna be tough to do since we put the snakes in the laundry room. Also, anybody know where I can find some empty babby food jars to put my mice in?
Try Craigslist.
Can’t do it, Astro – those Craigslist folks are too highbrow for me…
That hobo down the street, then?
¿Que? ¿Donde usted hace compras?
Over to the salad section of the store, they do not have the nifty itty-bitty jars of minced (also chopped) garlic?
(Want to remember the brand name is “Spice World”.)
If a body is lucky, the store will stock roasted miced garlic.
That jar will last in a person’s fridge (or refridge ) a good stretch–far longer than a head or roasted garlic does (crusty bread always seems to get toasted in that situation).
“If a body is lucky, the store will stock roasted mice garlic.”
Uh, Cap’n, that’s why I don’t shop the local Albertson’s, I prefer my garlic without mice.
Dang it, need to use spell check better.
Or, i need to stop reading about Henry VIII’s banquets, which would feature things like roast stuffed mouse . . .
Problem is that mice would not have been caught by spell-check. When I did newspaper editing, the one we always had to be on our toes for was pubic, instead of public: pubic school, pubic television, pubic records, etc. Perfectly cromulent word, but not the correct one in those instances.
That reminds me of a story told by my Creative Writing Teacher when warning us of the dangers of Word. It involved a real estate ad that ended up on Leno. His closing words to the story:
“Let’s just say that the house was not advertised as having a large wooden deck.”
Dang…I just got the joke. Re-fife-eration….
Been staring at this post for hours wondering what I was missing… apparently, …
Everything.
I’m not a dunce, but I play one on the interwebs. :headdesk:
LL,
If you haven’t already started in on the margaritas (hence the speed of uptake) … then, here, have one.
Thanks… I’ll be better tomorrow.. alcohol consumption sequence beginning now.
Buffaloe soldiers and fiferation. Did they win?
One hump or two? How’d they keep things so fresh?
I remember from my years in Edinburgh that refiferation is what the Forth bridges are for. What’s marching poultry players got to do with that?
I like how the drummer boy is looking at Mr.RubberChicken with an expression of “Seriously?!”
Oh my, it’s a flesh-and-blood, non-terrra cotta Lionel Richie on the National Memorial Day concert on PBS.
O the urges that have come over all pavlovian–no bazuki player in the cheese shop, either!
Sparky, from La Mancha, if that’s your real name, here’s your Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Buffaloe!