YSaC, Vol. 713: Getting there is half the fun, come share it with me.
looking for fright
I drive a cargo van to upper Mi. and find myself driving back emty to milwaukee if you have fright call me mike xxx xxx xxxx
I have plenty of fright that I can share with our friend Mike here. Hmmm, let’s see, what am I afraid of? The heat death of the universe! Satellite debris crashing to earth! Ocelots!*
But seriously, I’m all about helping.** Let’s see if we can find Mike something to drive between WI and MI.
Driver for celebrity
Celebrity woman is looking for a temporary driver. Retires OK car not required but helpful. Meet other celebrities drive to big time events. Driver would be needed to transport celebrity to high profile functions, this particular celebrity is not rich so the pay is very minimul, however she is a bone-e-fide celebrity. e-mail here [email address] Txs
Valid Driving License Needed.
background check required
I doubt celebrity woman will be going places much more exotic than Milwaukee and upper Michigan, so maybe celebrity woman can ride in the back of Mike’s cargo van!
*Okay, ocelots aren’t really frightening. Especially the ocelittles.
**This may not actually be true.
Thanks, j and Roberta!
Bone-e = Bony
Fide = Federation Internationale des Echecs
So she’s a famous anorexic chess player?
Wow! That’s brilliant. I’ve, um….got nothing. 🙁
*goes to slice the coffee*
Something disgusting that I’m toying with trying at the next gaming session where I get to slice the coffee:
Coffee + Unflavoured Gelatin + Cream.
Enjoy.
OH BOY! – Jello shots! Only different. Really, really different.
Taco, you’re bringing that to the next YS@C potluck, right?*
*Because I’ve decided there’s already been one, so of course there’s a “next” one.
You have, of course, as a coffee aficionado and geek, seen Agatha Heterodyne’s reaction to coffee, right?
http://www.girlgeniusonline.com/comic.php?date=20070523
Also, there’s this:
http://blog.makezine.com/archive/2010/02/flashback_the_florence_siphon_arabi.html
Wah I’m so confused! “Moira” is a very pretty girl’s name (both a name which is pretty and a name of pretty girls), but that’s an _ever_ so massive link. I think I’ll just be impressed, and leave it at that. 🙂
I borrowed the link from my hubby.
It’s coffee *and* science on the other end. I’m told it’s even very very *good* coffee (I would not know seeing as I cannot stand the taste of coffee in any form except maybe a touch of Bailey’s in a vanilla shake).
Yeah! We need more Girl Genius fans here! 8) Welcome, Moira, the girl with the massive link. Er.
*trying to distract everyone* Look! I made it to the box! I get to punch myself tonight!
I just tried coffee jelly (コーヒージェリ）for the first time when a Japanese client brought it in. What an amazing concept. It is just like eating coffee in solid form. Plus the water is already hot when you make the jello so it’s probably even easier.
Taking it to the next level:
Let the Coffee-Jello set in a clean, lightly greased coffee can. Once set, get the coffee out of the can in one intact cylinder. Turn on its side and slice off disks and place on a tea plate. Top disks with whipped cream and coco powder.
Actually, that wouldn’t be bad if I infused an English style pudding with coffee. *Ponders*
Actually Taco, I think you’re onto something there.
An intervention might help…
I can stop drinking coffee any time I want.
On the 13th day of coffee my true love said to me:
HHHHOOOOLLLLYYYCCCRRRRRAAAAAPPPPIIII
CCCAAAAANNNSSSEEETTTHHHEEE
MMMYYYSSSTTTEEERRRIIIEEESSSOOOFFF
TTTHHHEEECCCOOOSSSMMMOOOSSS!
To spare you further “research”;
http://www.recipezaar.com/recipe/Coffee-Jello-81870
Spoilin’ all my fun, eh SJ? Now I can’t actually experiment in my kitchen if I have a recipe.
Maybe I can try to make a coffee flavored ballistics gel.
You don’t have to use it, it just gives you a starting point as to a good coffee:gelatin ratio.
I’m confused, Taco.
Are you planning to powder Conan O’Brien, or Coco Chanel?
Conan,totally going to powder that Irish Ginger.
Great, now I’m not going to be able to get the Beatles’ “Drive My Car” out of my head.
Really? I’m working with Movin’ Right Along from the first Muppets Movie. Paul Williams can sure write catchy tunes.
Kermit and Fozzie will be dancing through my head all day now. Incidentally, why did they change a bunch of the interjected lines for the soundtrack? If anyone would be able to find out, it’s this crew.
They did??? Hmmm….I have the original soundtrack on vinyl (well, I should say my parents may still have it around) but I don’t remember any of it being different from the movie. I’ll have to see what I can find. (oh Grampdaddy – do you still have this hanging around????) Movin’ right along, footloose and fancy free….
Our wedding party dance at our wedding reception was to “Rainbow Connection”. That song is a LOT longer than you think. LOL!
Why yes, yes I do. I may have already moved it from vinyl to digital storage – will need to look…
Wait – you did. I have the aforementioned digital storage version. I had forgotten about that. Grampdaddy rocks! Movin’ right along!
I don’t have the vinyl, just the CD. If the vinyl is correct, I may have to go looking for those versions. The altered ones grate a little.
I wonder if they re-released some sort of anniversary edition and they changed some lines/lyrics(made more PC perhaps, although I don’t recall anything that wasn’t PC but who knows…) Now I want to find these altered versions. Off to Grooveshark I go!
Actually, the altered audio was all still lifted straight from the original film. They didn’t re-record anything. They just… moved lines around. So, f’instance, after the finale song, they stuck in the Swedish Chef saying “The flim is okee dokee.” And the dialog with Big Bird in “Movin’ Right Along” got replaced with something else. And they moved some of Rolf’s lines around in “Hope that Something Better Comes Along”.
I’m just OCD enough that every time I listen, my brain reminds me that it’s NOT the way it went in the movie.
(Of course, I also like owning theater releases AND directors’ cuts of my favorite movies so I can compare the differences.)
Ahhhh…I see. Weird. Very weird. The rearranging of lines etc., not you Moira! 😀
I apologize to everyone, everywhere for this:
Celebrity girl ridin’ in my van
Tries to free herself, but never can,
She was famous, B-list on TV,
But now with a blindfold she can’t see!
Baby you’re trapped in my van,
Escape if you think you can,
Baby you’re trapped in my van,
And maybe I’ll scare you!
I told her she belongs to me,
She’ll realize she’s my property,
I reinforced my knots with tape,
Which is why she can’t escape!
Baby you’re trapped in my van,
Escape if you think you can,
Baby you’re trapped in my van,
And maybe I’ll scare you!
Heh Heh’m Heh Heh yeah!
My condolences to the Beatles for that. I’d credit them, but I think they’d object.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a boiling bleach shower waiting for me.
You are a contender for the YSaC Grammies, Taco!
Darnit, Taco. I was about to post a similar parody of Drive My Car.
Do it anyway!
Go ahead!
His is funnier, though.
Comparisons are odious, as whoever it was said.
Post away and have fun.
Pretty please with a sugar cake on top?
Let us judge that!
Alright, but it was only of the first verse and the chorus.
Re: driver for celebrity
Stalked a girl, called the cops on me,
she said, “Baby, can’t you see?”
“You wanna stalk someone famous, that’s not me,
Find her on Cl, that’s where she’ll be!”
So, Baby I can drive your car!
‘Cause you’re a bone-e-fidé star!
Baby, I can drive your car,
and maybe I’ll stalk you!
Oh, definitely worth A Door! Likey.
If Mike is looking for fright, he posted in the right place. Most of CL is very frightening.
Time for coffee…
Maybe he could fill his
truckvan with bees. That would add to the fright!I’m Very Excited This Morning! Going to a bird place where I have never been before. Sure could use Fright Man Sparky to deliver the bags of bird seed for me, but somehow we’ll manage.
A random guy with a van, from Wisconsin, Land of Serial Killers, willing to carry your fright.
This seems legit.
(And now I want a baby ocelot.)
As a resident of Milwaukee I have to say: Well played llama-nun, well played indeed.
OMG!! I have family in Milwaukee!
*Types email quickly: ‘Be on the lookout for coffee-addicted, possibly bacon-carrying man. Last seen wearing a red shirt, red high-tops, and a blue cap. May be muttering about ‘stuffing an enchilada’. Should be considered snarky and humorous. Do not buy a free red table or get into a truck with bees with this man.’*
And don’t buy any t-shits from him.
Now I want to go to the NC Zoo. I’m pretty sure they have ocelots somewhere. They’re a pretty big zoo.
Astro, from other comments, it seems you live near my family in N.C. I like to think, if I had stayed teaching in Brunswick County, you might have been a pupil of mine. It would have been brilliant.
Sorry, I’m in Wake County.
Yes — he goes to that “OTHER” school.
Innana — be careful what you wish for.
And they are possibly poorly guarded.
I’ll fetch my bolt cutters.
EDIT: Sweet, they do. In the Sonora Desert exibit.
I guess that depends on how good an opponent you figure a mother ocelot is.
According to the All-Knowing
WizardWikipedia, they weigh about 18-22 pounds. That’s about the size of Fearless, I could just take her along asbaita distraction.Oh, it also says they can take down a small deer. I think I need a Plan B.
Psssst – Taco – now’s your chance – SJ mis-typed ‘exhibit’ and you can score points with Isaac by making the correction.
Keep it our secret that I told you, OK?
She did?
I mean of course she did.
Stupid edit feature timed me out. I fixed it with about 4 seconds to go but it didn’t recognize it and I got the Dreaded Red Bar – “You are not authorized to edit this comment” or something like that.
I get that bar all the time. It likes me.
[cat corey]Rescue joint I volunteered for long ago had collected an ocelot.
Very unique experience to have a “house cat” as tall as a small collie.
This cat had clearly been hand raised, and inside a house.
So, you had to keep your head on a swivel, that “I’m bored, let’s DO! Something!” head-butt to the back of your knee would knock a body down. Which was CLEARLY a sign you wanted to WRASSLE! Play! Play! Listen to the happy noises the the two-legs makes!
Good thing for the shelter though, the raiding Raccoons could be seen clearly thinking “Excrement, Kharma really is a [big female dog]!”
[/corey]
Sounds like this big striped Tom that used to visit my parent’s clinic. Not sure what he was crossed with, but he was about the size of a small Cocker Spaniel.
Nicest cat in the world, but LOVED to play and wasn’t declawed. Having an 18 pound cat spring out of the top row of kennels onto your head is a unique experience, especially when you’re on a rickety step ladder with a bucket of kennel cleaner in your hand.
Luckily my big girl Fearless (16 pounds and climbing) is more of the “furry lump on the couch” kind of cat. The more svelte Firefly still likes to play Climb-the-Human on occasion, though.
Well, I’m well-versed in co-habitating with a large cat–the portrait photo of all 20# of him are on the Not.A.Lion f/b page.
Yet, Oscar the ocelot was a much more different experience, since he was most of knee-high with long, long legs.
Mike (not the poster Mike!) and I went to Magnolia Bird Farms today, absolutely love that place! I had never been before, but needed to make the journey. In two of their outside aviaries, full of finches, they had huge, big, giant, huge lizards! One may have been a monitor, the other we think was a green tree iguana, especially after he climbed up the side of the aviary. Couldn’t think of a better rodent control. And apparently the finches, unless ill or injured, were fast enough to get out of the lizards’ way. Has me speculating. Maybe our bearded dragon will be sharing space with the cockatiels some day!
I think I would have to feel sorry for your bearded dragon, then. Cockatiels usually have them some attitude and I’d think they’d torment a lizard.
If the “bon-E-fide” celebrity in the second is Jocelyn Wildenstein, then we’d definitely fulfill the requirements of the driver in the first’s desire to transport fright. Unfortunately, I get the feeling the celebrity in question here is a certain rodent whose chain of arcade pizza parlors has gone downhill.
This could be my chance–does anyone have a carbomb?
I have lipbomb*, will that do?
*not a typo, but a literary** reference
**using literary very loosely
Sounds very … Xanthy.
That is exactly what it is.
I think most lipbomb is made with xanthan gum, right?
Who do we think the celebrity is? Suzanne Somers?
Well, the ad says she is not rich so…
Tonya Harding?
Joe Estevez in drag.
I suspect Celebrity Woman is Luxury Woman’s twin sister. NO TOUCHING!!!!
I think it’s a woman whose last name is “Celebrity”
I think we are looking in the wrong places. Try Googling Not.a.Celebrity (you know it has all thing truthful in the universe) at http://www.google.com/search?hl=&q=not+a+Celebrity&sourceid=navclient-ff&rlz=1B3GGGL_enUS259US259&ie=UTF-8.
There may be too many to fit in one truck. Does anyone else have a truck available?
The first result is something about a Badger. Now I’m sure that the celebrity is Bucky Badger.
Sounds like a bad superhero; “Celebrity Woman, Now with Action Chihuahua Accessory Pack!”.
With real peeing action!
And Realistic Trembling!
The ad must be for recruiting her new sidekick, The Chauffeur.
Celebrity Woman Action figure!
Now with Chihuahua Accessory Pack! Real Peeing Action! “Yeah, I’m peeing here, what of it? I do what I want!”
That cop is making you take a sobriety test, what do you do?! Celebrity Woman drops the cop with real flashing and judo chop action!
Too many paparazzi around your house? Make the front page with her drunken binge screaming! “%*#@ you Darrel, you put the #*@&ing evil in me!”
Need a fix? With the drug lab accessory pack you can always find that right dose of Maxwell’s Silver Hammer! Get as high as the stars with Celebrity Woman!
And now Celebrity Woman comes with the random baby pack! Adopt, or get knocked up by a random one night stand! Each baby comes with adoption papers or a failed paternity test! Divorce papers not included. Nanny and Therapy packs sold separately.
Celebrity Woman to the Rescue! By Mettal.
Warning: This toy not suitable for children or other living things.
:tears open Random Baby Pack:
“Yay, it’s Ethiopian! Now I only need fourteen more and I’ll have the whole Third World Set!”
I knew there was a reason I
stalkstalk you SJ.So that’s where all the Angelina Jolie models went…
Now all that’s left are the Lisa Edelstein figures…
Pamela Anderson, or similar – someone known for little more than having their picture taken, probably with as few clothes as possible … which has me thinking, that if Lohan needs a driver, Mr. I-need-fright will have all of the fright he can handle. Maybe it’s her.
*Note* Previous sentences constructed without assistance of caffeine; please forgive any tendencies to incoherency …
Maybe you need a DD coffee … I think I stole Captn’s line.
*Pours coffee into a bra and hands it to Artsy*
Ok, whatever floats your boat I guess.
*Fills his coffee hat and takes a sip*
People these days.
Despite the fact that my bra could in fact hold either definition of DD, I think I’ll pass on the offer. I’m at work, so keeping my clothes on while I drink my coffee seems like a good idea.
Lola, you’re gonna get Grampdaddy all excited with talk like that.
I’m picturing Taco wearing one of those beverage hats, but with two cups of coffee instead of beers.
Keeping my clothes on gets him excited? What, is he Amish or something?
Asto is gonna be pissed that you thought of that after he finished the group portrait, SJ.
Lola, I was more thinking about the surreptitious comment on your bra size.
Darn. I was suddenly imagining Grampdaddy in Plain dress or whatever they call it, surreptitiously (hey, how is it that you can spell surreptitious correctly, but confuse who’s/whose? anyway) admiring his Major Award lamp and going on the internet before going out to milk cows and take the wagon into town.
My spelling is actually better than my grammar (part of the time) and for me I seem to have the dichotomous ability to screw up small words but spell big ones correctly (My patented ‘verry’ for instance). *Shrugs* ‘Tis the ongoing mystery that is Taco’s brain.
**has always wanted one of those beverage hats**
**thinks we should all pitch in and get Astro one of those hats, since his fambly portrait was so great**
With a pair of coat hangers, some tubing, a t joint, some foam, and a cheapo hard hat; they’re rather easy to make.
Not that I’d know anything about that.
I suspect that if I really wanted one, I could purchase it for not that expensive a sum.
And LRC, if you really want to do something for me because of the portrait, you can buy a print of it, and help support my art. All proceeds from prints bought will go straight into art supplies and into buying books on art.
Sorry Taco and Lola, I abide by the old adage “anything over a cupful gets cold before you finish it.” Unless you have those thermal jugs, of course.
Don’t they make a muff for that?
I’ll get back in my kennel now. Gramps is a bad influence.
Lola, I do like my Plain Dress – simple A-line skirt, a proper, modest bodice, and, being black, it accessorizes so well with pearls and a medium height open-toed slingback.* Ooooh, I feel pretty!
*May not (probably not) (certainly not) be true.
Ooh, I didn’t know we could buy prints of it! I’ll do that eventually…when I’m working and therefore no longer poor…
TM – “Don’t they make a muff for that?”
Taco, you store your coffee wherever you want – I’m keeping out of this. And how is it that I’m a bad influence?? You and Lola started the discussion.
*goes off to sulk, changes mind and refills coffee jug*
@Bridgete:
Yes. For the YSaC Fambly Photo, it’s available as:
Wall Art, a Coaster, a Greeting Card, a Magnet, a Mouse Pad, a Mug, and a Postcard.
A couple of my other pieces were big enough that they’re available as puzzles.
… I do like my Plain Dress – simple A-line skirt, a proper, modest bodice, and, being black, it accessorizes so well with pearls and a medium height open-toed slingback.* Ooooh, I feel pretty!…
And now we’re going to have to take up a collection for Manda’s therapy bills.
Oh! I’m so getting a mug. Luckily my mug cupboard is only half-full (or maybe it’s half-empty) so I have plenty of room to expand.
SJ – therapy not necessary, but maybe you could buy me some new shoes. I don’t think he’s ever going to give them back to me now!
Coffee bras, grandfathers in drag, and how to build beverage hats; these are the reasons that I read the comments. So very informational.
The only thing better would be a photo of a grandfather in drag, wearing a coffee bra, building a beverage hat.
Wait a sec…
:Google break:
Huh. It wants to know if I meant “grandfather in drag wearing a coffee bar building a beverage hat”. Somehow that is even odder.
Hmm, a “water bra” filled with coffee might be just the thing for those winter mornings north of 40ºN . . .
You ought to see me as Tinkerbelle……
*Thinks to self – ‘this really has taken a wrong turn, somehow’*
By the way Taco – when reading your directions for making the beverage hat, I was SURE it said “…..some tubing, a joint,…..” – felt like I had to go right out and get a snack.
I truly believe Kae is psychic. The RuPaul comment was in place before this whole coffee/bra/muff discussion began, and it still fits perfectly in the commentary.
Elebenty+11 adores for Kae’s pre-posting relevance.
1) Grandfathers in Drag would be a cool name for what I’m sure would be a very weird band.
2) Pictures of Grampdaddy in drag…ummmm….I might know where those are, but I prefer to remain alive so no more will be said.
Ahem. I mean there are no such pictures. I’m also certain there are no pictures of him dressed as a nun.*
*this may not be true.
Manda, if I didn’t know you were Grampdaddy’s daughter, I’d wonder if he was my Dad! After Christmas, on our family blog (extended whanau are all in the UK, so the blog makes it easier to provide updates), he proudly featured a picture of himself wearing an apron sent by his brother, and nothing else. With a mirror behind him, to prove it.
*shakes head*
Jen – If Manda comes up with any pictures, I may be interviewing for a replacement (prospective new) daughter. I’ll let you know if you need to send a resume` and/or audition.
I haven’t heard anything out of RuPaul lately.
Hehe, my cursor randomly jumped down to the middle of the page (technology hates me) and this comment was the first one I saw. Totally made my morning. 🙂
Milwaukee can’t be that far from Taco — it’s in the same serial killer breeding state. Maybe he could drive by Taco’s and pick up some of his friendly (not) zomb……
Milwaukee is technically across the street from me. So there *nya*.
You know how it is Taco — to us southerners it’s just one of those flat, snowy, northern states (they all kind of run together).
*** I think I should have put a ya’ll in there and typed it in a southern accent. I’m not nearly as good as Astro and Captn at accents.
It might just be me, but *nya* sounds a lot more like you’re actually licking someone than just taunting them.
And knowing my friends here, this cargo van can go downhill fast.
Who says I was trying to taunt Artsy?
What?
Oh and *nya*.
What, I thought that was one of the kids?
Looks around …. (in my best you are in so much trouble MOM voice) “TACO was that you????”
“Are you boys making an Interocitor down there?”
“No!”
Suddenly, I suspect I’ve babysat Taco … or that he came around to play with the B____ kids while I was babysitting.
“What are you doing down there?”
*screech* *scronk* *rattle* *clank* *running footsteps* *basement door suddenly unlocked* *boys feigning casualness, badly*
“Nothing!”
TM, MST3K reference for the WIN! At least in my book.
“We’re making a sampo!”
MST3000 reference for the win²
“Driver for celebrity” translation –
“I’ve been on Cops several times for drunken brawls and that incident with my husband’s truck, the cow pond, and my twelve gauge, so I’m somewhat famous to certain people. The judge took my license away again, so I need someone to drive me down to the liquor store and back but the cab company won’t take food stamps anymore. For the honor of being seen with me I will let you drive me where I want to go and maybe hold my hair when I vomit in the alley behind the Dew Drop Inn. You can also meet other people who are famous, the cops who arrested me, that drive-thru clown head who sassed me, and others I have a problem with.”
I think I saw him on Miami Cops — can you get me his autograph? No, not on that — thats gross.
That rather fits with my other line of thinking – it’s a person who is sort of locally infamous (“infamy, infamy, they’ve all got it in for me”) and who, for whatever reason (delusions of grandeur, for a possible start) believes she requires chauffeuring. Reasons for this may be due to frequent public intoxication (any substance) or similar.
I also suspect that she’s using this as a ploy to find a boyfriend.
*scurries off for another slice of coffee*
Lola, my friend! You watch “Carry On” movies! I have a big friend crush on you.
*blink*
I … don’t, actually! I know what they are, but have never seen them. However, I’m still happy to be friends.
*passes flask*
Especially with a deity-type. Hey, do you have a chauffeur?
Ahh, well. That means, I guess, you’ve never seen the genius that is Kenneth Williams.
Here’s a link for you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZWo8Sxmlc8
(still friends)
Three Amigos line: “Infamous, that’s like being more-than famous, right?”
“No beer, just tequila”
“What’s tequila like?”
“Oh, it’s like beer.”
“Would you say I have a plethora of presents?”
Oh how I love that movie….
Why would you say ‘plethora’ if you have no idea what ‘plethora’ is ?
Sorry el Guapo.
(Male plane)
OT, but one of my submissions to Not Always Right made it to the front page!
http://notalwaysright.com/dont-bank-on-it/5978
Yay, I love that website!
Also http://clientsfromhell.net/
EDIT: I KNEW that story sounded familiar.
OMG .. Many of those sound like my own clients when I was in the software consulting business.
I think I posted it over in the forums shortly after it happened, in the work stories thread.
Kudos…. I love that website.
Oh, haha, that was you? I loved that one!
Thanks, Bridgete. In hindsight I found it hilarous, but at the time I wanted to reach through the phone and strangle the girl.
Of course you did. I would have too.
Yay! I thumbs-upped you!
When did you submit your story? I sent one in a while ago, one that was so TOTALLY funny enough to make it, but I don’t know the general wait time before I know whether it was -really- funny enough.
I think it was the first part of June, so about a month?
There’s not much snark in this comment, because I still haven’t had my coffee. I’m just amused by the improbability of Sparky #1. And I’m not talking about “does anyone have some stuff in the Upper Peninsula that really needs to get to Milwaukee”…
What kind of person can’t spell empty or conjugate the verb drive into the past tense, but uses the idiom “to find oneself” to describe his present situation?
“Oh, my goodness. I trip over a board in the yard and now I find myself with an emty coffee mug.”
Drive
to Drived
Droved
He/She Draven.
Taco are you in my head this morning — that’s probably why everything is fuzzy and I’m craving caffeine.
If you see dancing twinkies, it’s time to have a poptart.
My son already ate all of them.
I know the feeling–my sisters always the first one to eat those dancing twinkies. Never leaves any for the rest of the family.
Been searching, but have not found the recipe for turning twinkies into tiramasu, which remains one of my favorite desserts for someone else to make.
Psst…Taco…you left off “drong”!
We drong
They dronged
Taco, that sounds vaguely dirty, but I’m sure it’s just because
it’s coming out of your mouthit’s being transmitted from your computer.Vaguely dirty taco. Now (and always) available at Del Taco.
Ah, the “counter” experience at del Taco; if it only applied to the help’s social bent, rather than speculations of active microbiology in immediate contact areas . . .
(Or maybe my last time at a DT where the counterhelp were having an ugly domestic scene which included far too much personal hygiene information, which has since colored my impression.)
Now I’m kinda glad there are no Del Tacos in my neck of the woods.
Vaguely Dirty Taco for band name of the day? Or just bad porn movie name of the day?
I don’t know if we should start a “bad porn movie of the day” thread. That has the potential to get very ugly very fast.
That said, definitely porn movie title.
“Dirty Domestic Disturbance”
works for either use, I’m thinking.
Eekuk! Or for bad band porn FTM.
I believe that Del Taco translates to Taco Bell in my part of the country, correct?
Two different places and different companies. I think you can get hamburgers at Del Taco, if I remember right. Been a while.
“Del” in this case seeming to be a contraction of “Delaney” or “Delbert” and only accidentally similar to a Spanish form of “the” in this case.
Mmm, Dell Taco. Flaming hot tacos!!
Sparky #1 should look up “Large Marge”, she’s always good for a fright. “It was the worst accident I ever seen.”
PeeWee’s Big Adventure reference FTW!!!!
Truck drivers + fright = oooh, I know this one. It involves Paul Walker, Steve Zahn, Leelee Sobieski, and pink champagne.
I heard the story once of a small mexican woman on a TV show that ran away, and got into a truck. She finally got out after several weeks, when the trucker fell asleep and she beat him over the head with her thermos. 47 times. There’s some lettuce that never made it to Bakersfield.
If you get what TV show I got that off of, you get a homemade sugar cake. (It’s like a sugar cookie, but cakey. And more delicious.)
“Beyond Belief” perchance?
The Dating Game?
Dennis Weaver in “Duel”?
I will say The George Lopez Show and be very stunned if I’m right.
And the Sugar Cake goes to Sarajean!
I can’t believe I got that right. I must have been paying more attention than I thought when my nephew was watching the show.
Who wants cake?
Om nom nom.
Er, me.
Sorry about that, I’ve been on a diet. If my binge is only virtual, it doesn’t count. 8)
Lola, this may help sate your cravings (calorie-free and good for your teeth!):
http://www.accoutrements.com/shop/products/Breakfast-Floss.html
**A Sugar Cake is not actually cake sized. This is more or less the kind of thing I’m referring to. Except with red and green sprinkles. They’re just really puffy, delicious sugar cookies.**
Darn, and I was gonna guess “Truth or Arizona”….
Ab, that’s great. Hm, what if I want maple bacon? Now I can combine two flavors!
This site is like Archie McPhee, but slightly different. Love. <3
They do have a wide variety of “off” items (maple toothpicks?).
[shopping corey]I think Accoutrements is the wholesale side of Archie McPhee, so they have similar items. I’ve gotten both catalogs in the mail and they are very similar.[/shopping corey]
I wonder how I knew what a sugar cake is. I’ve never heard the term before now, but when Astro said “sugar cake,” that’s what I pictured.
I work with West Indians who have something else (though similar looking) that they call sugar cake. I may need to investigate and compare these varieties …
Ah, sweet (as in dessert) version of “johnny cake” if memory serves.
West Indian sugar cake is sugar and coconut. I’m so there. Actually I want one of those and one of Astro’s.
And a new pancreas.
Hang in there, Lola! I know someone who is actively working with a company here in San Diego to develop an artificial pancreas. I want to be in line to test drive it when it’s ready. If it won’t let me eat chocolate without ill effects, it’s not worth the plastic it will probably be made out of.
They had me at “inflatable meatloaf” and the “Avenging Unicorn Play Set”.
I’ve got my eye on the Crazy Cat Lady board game.
I actually have the backwards watch. I love it when people ask me for the time.
Okay, Sparky #1 wants some fright? Okay, he can have my arachnophobia, as I’d really like to go rock climbing but I can’t bear the thought of putting my hand into a rock crevice. He can also have my demophobia (crowds), as I’d really like to be able to go to a concert and stand close to the stage without having a panic attack. And he can have my vacuum-phobia, as I’d really like to clean…wait, never mind, I’ll keep the vacuum-phobia.
I’ve got some anserinaphobia and some coulrophobia if he’d like that, although my fear of geese and my fear of clowns doesn’t really affect my day to day life.
Until the Geese Circus comes to town, that is.
“I spent six weeks on a moon where the principal form of recreation was juggling geese. My hand to God. Baby geese – goslings! They were juggled.”
(Dear Joss Whedon: You suck for killing my favorite character. That is all. Love, me.)
Me too. I still get a little teary-eyed when I watch it now, even though I know what’s going to happen.
As soon as that scene starts, I have to look away from the screen. Every time. It’s too heartbreaking.
Overall, Joss is really good at killing characters quickly in the middle of war. I care less about Ballard, but I will always miss Wash and Anya.
What about Tara?? And the heartless way they dealt with Book? “Remember that guy you all really liked and wanted to learn more about? Yeah…”
Ah, Tara. That one is awful, but I knew it was coming, thanks to a friend of mine who read spoilers and couldn’t contain himself. The thing about Book is that although, yes, I wanted to know more about him, I didn’t feel close to him. But I agree his death seemed heartless.
Now, Fred’s death is one of the most painful things that exists. I didn’t list it before because it’s not super sudden, but that almost makes it worse, because it’s inevitable. She and Wes belong together, and they hardly got a chance.
And Topher. Oh, how sad it is to see Topher take that one step toward the memory wall and then explode.
Joss Whedon: the best at breaking my heart.
I hate that the characters die but I kinda love that he kills them. It tells us something about the story, the other characters, ourselves. And with books and graphic novels, he can always go back and fill in the bits of the stories we didn’t get to see. (I *really* want to know what the hell Book was up to before he became a shepherd.)
He can have my fear of spiders and stinging insects, which, while not severe enough to be a phobia, I could still do without. I can also get him a second-hand Anatidaephobia for the right price.
You have any fresh Luposlipaphobia?
I’d like to donate my automatonophobia! He can have it for free and only pay me a firm $25 (or best offer).
I have arachibutyrophobia, (one of the many reasons I can never live in the US, where PB&J seems to be a national dish) but I’d like to keep it. The less spreads I’m tempted to eat out of the jar *coughNutellacough* the better, methinks.
I live in the U.S. and do not eat PB&J. I couldn’t stand it even as a kid. And I don’t think it’s actually a “national dish” for anyone over 12!
Oh yay! All my information comes from cartoons and The Daily Show, so I acknowledge it may not be entirely accurate. You all _do_ have alligators in the sewers, though, right? And bears with constitutionally-endowed guns? And some kind of Government mandate that every group of acquaintances must have at least one hilarious and stereotypical ethnic person? Otherwise I’m not even gonna visit.
A gentle driver riding on the road,
Abound for Milwaukee, from Yooper land,
Wherein the driver eftwhiles would unload
His wares and goods from out the cargo van,
To find himself all emty, and to hand
A space wherein to fill with fear and fright.
A Ladie, then, tall, blonde and fakely tanned,
Not riche, besought a ride into the night
T’events of profile high, her name was Vanna White.
(Sorry, Spenser.)
Eek. Vanna White brings back bad memories of the skits the counselors did every morning at summer camp, which I attended several years ago. During Gameshow Week, they did a Wheel of Fortune skit. It was a male counselor who played Vanna. Freaked me out, it did. The same counselor also played Tinkerbell during Peter Pan Week.
Errmm, and this camp was named “Scared Straight”?
No. It was named “Rising Sun”. It was a YMCA Camp.
Astro — I’ve been told this story before… hmmmmmm …….. Did you listed to Cotton Eye Joe” every morning also?
I had a summer camp put on by the Church that sounds to have been planned by that YMCA group. Good wholesome fun that was. Like a miniature 8 hour mass every day… with softball and rock-salt ice cream.
Oh, and the flaming counselor who pretended he was there to flirt with the girl counselors. Always a good time.
Been there, done that, cut-and-pasted-a-tacky-religious-wallhanging-with-creepy-eyes-that-followed-me-everywhere-until-I-buried-it-in-a-shallow-grave-in-the-backyard.
And I got poison ivy EVERYWHERE.
Man, I must be really. Whacked out of my brain today. Not only was there. A random period. But, I also capitalized the next. Letter.
Taco needs another. Cup of coffee.
I think you’ve had enough, you’re starting to sound like Shatner.
SJ if you got poison ivy “everywhere” you were doing it wrong.
Artsy – Yes, and I was just about the only one who couldn’t do the dance that went with it.
Cap’n – That was partially an exaggeration, it didn’t get everywhere. Felt like it, though.
Well, you did leave a large area of speculation open.
After all, the oils are easily transferred to other objects. So, cabins, boats, communal areas of all sorts could have been rubbed down. A horticulturally-inclined person can induce growth rather easily, and such perfidy easily missed to all sorts of nefarious ends. Why there are even circumstances where the naïve can spread the oils about by skin-to-skin contact, or skin-to-laundry contact.
The mind can boggle.
Mine just did.
I feel very itchy now.
I’d offer to rub a suitable salve in, but it would sound wholly inappropriate at several levels.
Contrary to any posts prior to this section, I want it to be completely clear that I have never, repeat never, been a counselor at a summer camp – anywhere.
(Yikes, this is getting way too ‘Twilight Zone’!)
I wasn’t a counselor, but instead worked in the kitchen. Muahahah. 8)
My fright would be in handing my valuables over to Mike. Possession of a cargo van does not a trustworthy person make.
But, Kathleen, he posted on Craigslist! He must be legit! He would probably even promise to take you home again. 8)
I wonder if Fright Mike will take anxiety and stress on the return journey. Or a least give them a free ride or OBO to someplace else? Maybe to a high-profile event for bone-e-fide celebrities?
I’d drive them myself, but I just had surgery and still sleeping off the effects of anesthesia.
If I don’t have a fright, can I call him Al?
But then he would have to call you Betty.
Windrose is in the box! We’ll need everybody to line up over here at 11:00 EDT so that she can collect her punches!
*skips off singing “We get to pu-unch Wind-rose, we get to pu-unch Wind-rose.”*
Be careful skipping in those heels, Grampdaddy! You may twist an ankle!
I have a very early morning tomorrow, so I will be sending an early punch to Windrose. Hopefully someone can deliver it for me at 11. Windrose, here you go – punchity punch punch! (Ooh, I can see why you love doing that! Fun!!!)
Ah! I’m late! Sorry Windrose – here’s a punch from the Antipodes (sorry, ’tis a bit upside down)!!!
Thanks, Grampdaddy. No, really. Thanks. And MandaB, if I ever go on a vacation where I can’t get to punch people, you can be my back-up after Lola and Camille.
Jen, looks okay to me. Maybe we are the ones upside down! 8)
Wow. No July birthdays except drmk! And I totally missed Camille’s on the 25th! Dang, got to get better at this, and got to have the stats ready for the second quarter Don’t Suck Off! Suddenly I am so worn out. 8)
G’Night, Milwaukee!
I was going to tell you mine (I started commenting after it for 2010) but then I realized that you can find it, being my FB friend and all.
True, but I try to only publish them here if you have told me to in the forums. For you, Bridgete, I will make an exception. 8)
Translation to the first post:
looking for fright
I drive a cargo van to upper Mi. and find myself driving back emty to milwaukee if you have fright call me mike xxx xxx xxxx
Looking for freight
I drive a cargo van to upper Mi. and find myself driving back empty to Milwaukee. If you have freight, call me. –Mike