YSaC, Vol. 1002: With apologies to Michigan grads.
anwar for sale
selling a beautiful wood anwar. its got two drawers a sliding tv stain. asking $200 or best offer. nothing wrong with it. we are getting ready to move and just dont have the room for it. email me ur name and number and best time to get a hold of you.
According to Wikipedia, the font of all knowledge(tm), ANWAR has an area of over 19 million acres. so $200 is a pretty good value. On the other hand, it is home year-round to moose, lynx, marten, wolverines, black and grizzly bears, and wolves. And while I am amused by the yellow spandex outfit, I don’t think I’d want Wolverine living in my home year round.
The other problem is that I don’t know the Platonic ur-name, so I couldn’t email them anyway. My best guess would be “Mike,” but that’s just because everyone we know seems to be named “Mike.”
Thanks for the link, AJ!
Am I missing something? This is a cabinet. Where’s late Egyptian president Anwar Sadat? That’s what I want to know. Because a wooden statue of him for $200 is a steal! And would go great in my Egyptian-themed room!*
*Decorations “liberated” from the Luxor Hotel in Vegas, because not everything that belongs in Vegas stays in Vegas.
You could put Anwar Sadat in the guest bedroom and you would never have the problem of guests out staying their welcome. As Benjamin Franklin said, “Guests, like Anwar Sadat’s body, begin to smell after three days.”
Why you would you pay $200 for a used wooden former Egyptian president? Sure he has an extra pair of undies (“drawers” is what we in the South sometimes call underwear) but he has a TV stain, a sliding one no less.
“Station”, “stationary”, what was he trying to say?
When you’ve tired of dead explorers, collecting dead presidents is the logical next step.
Just what I was thinking. Dead philosophers and explorers are fun for just so long. Dead world leaders are a much more entertaining prospect, and this is a damn good price for Anwar Sedat, presuming his body is still in relatively good shape — bullet holes notwithstanding.
Maybe it’s Gabrielle Anwar, I’d take her over a dead Egyptian any day.
Someone who is more awake than me should figure out which of these is the name of IF’s Dead Kennedys cover band.
Also: MOOSE! Squeeee!!!
Walk Like a Dead Egyptian is my crossover Dead Kennedys-Bangles cover band.
We’re a bit of a niche group.
It’s all about the Benjamins, baby.
I heart niche bands! I’m wearing my niche hairdo right now.
And whenever I go to their shows, I always wear my nichest dress.
Maybe he was trying for tv stand. (Hey, it’s possible! All things are possible in craigslistland.)
You know, “stand” makes more sense than anything I could think of.
Yep. I’ve heard some who put the emphasis in the end aspirating and eliding the terminal consonant, viz, sta HAHN’
The trailing semi-dental is complicated by both cultural practice and perceptions.
Which also makes for some regional swapping of the vowel from short to long.
Which can be unique with either an initial emphasis or a trailing middle emphasos, viz,
STAY n’d (alt STAY n’hd)
and
st’AIN’d (alt st’AIN’t)
This latter is middling common in central western Texas, typically with a “Y’knah’t, Aine AY-sail; one’t ’em FRAInch doo-hickeys?” appended.
Not everything is possible in Craigslistland. For instance complete coherency. There will never be complete coherency in all of the ads in Craigslistland. Apart from that I would agree with you.
I’m confused how this large area got stained in the shape of a sliding TV. I’m assuming the stain is a significantly large one. Is this like those South American land drawings?
From the picture, it is really lifelike. I’m not sure that it will last long and, if I’m to get my money’s worth, I don’t want it washed out by one or two rains.
Can someone confirm what the stain is made of?
Pudding?
ADDENDUM: Banana pudding?
PUDDING NOT ON FIRE!
My “pudding” comment was marked as spam when I tried to edit it and add “banana”. WTF?*
*In Funky Monkey speech that means “what the fur?”.
I always say Whiskey Tango Foxtrot. I have a friend, with three little girls, and one day they asked him why he said “WTF?”…and he said he was saying, “Why the face?” to their mother.
Would of worked, except he forgot that little kids like to imitate their parents.
Even in school.
TWO conferences later, and WTF is no longer used or allowed in their house.
Yes, I am often in trouble with Mini Monkey’s mom (I’m just the step-Monkey). I cleaned up a joke and told it to the young’un (it was TOTALLY appropriate for a 7-year-old) and she repeated it to her mother. Bio-mom’s reaction: “YOU DON’T NEED TO HANG OUT WTH HER ANYMORE!!!”. Oh well.
Was the punchline “Look, Peter, I can see your house from here?” Kids love that one.
I love these stories. My niece has heard more swear words than you can imagine and when she first started to talk she liked to announce sh*t in the most random moments. She knew it was a bad word too because she always looked at us sheepishly.
I took my nephew to the park when he was very little and he wanted me to go down the curly slide with him, over and over and over again. After what felt like the hundreth time, I muttered a word I shouldn’t have under my breath. He heard me and proceeded to repeat it over and over all the way down at the top of his lungs. Those slides are surprisingly good amplifiers.
Edit: And the pudding continues to remain uncombusted. There must be a lot of spam today for the comments to be shifting around like this.
I imagine it’s a bit like the Great Boston Molasses Flood. Only instead of molasses, it’s non-flaming pudding, and instead of buildings and people getting buried and displaced by the ooze, it’s comments. I’d be willing to bet that years from now, on warm summer days, if you stand in the right spots, you’ll still be able to smell the pudding.
:sniff-sniff:
I don’t think that’s pudding.
*checks shoes* Not it. Mindfield? Hammy?
*points*
He did it.
*goes back to barking at a pair of bunny slippers*
*wonders where this reply to MF’s barking at slippers comment will land*
I once had a dog that loved everyone and everything except…
Dun..dun…DUNNNN!!
Hot rollers.
The kind that we used in the 70’s. Mine were dry rollers – meaning no steam and no sound. I have NO idea why, but whenever I’d get them out he’d go positively apeshit.
CJ, we had a dog who went through a phase where he loved the upright Hoover vacuum. I mean, loved in a corner-worthy, line-scaring way. And then … eventually, he didn’t.
I was still of the age that I hadn’t yet been given the birds-and-bees talk, and had no idea what he was trying to do. Possibly he didn’t either. What I did know was that it alternately freaked/amused/annoyed my parents.
Story time! (In response to MF’s barking at bunny slippers)
So one of our appointments today was a dog that is cat-aggressive. It happens. He’s otherwise a super nice dog. Some sort of American Bulldog mix (the ones that look like pitbulls) so he’s about 60 or 70 pounds.
One of the other techs takes him and the owner into one of the exam rooms and the door closes, so we can’t see into it from the front desk. Suddenly, we (myself and the other two techs at the front desk) hear this snarling, growling commotion. We glance at each other and I bolt up to go see if they need help. It was the newest tech that went in and she doesn’t have as much experience restraining an aggressive dog. We don’t want anyone getting bitten, of course.
I open the door and ask if they need a hand. They’re all laughing.
On top of the cabinets, way, way up there, we have a metal cut-out silhouette of a cat. Mr. Dog was staring right at it, getting himself all up in a tizzy. He was pleased as punch to say hello to all the people, loves the doctor, but he wanted to Get The Kitty. So, chuckling, we moved him to a different room and he was fine for the rest of the exam.
I know..right? Wonder where this..oh, so pithy…comment reply to ghosties “shifting” priorities will end up?
Spin the wheel….
….and….
Yeah.. without your pudding comment, my comment about it not being on fire makes no sense >.<
I think we are used to flaming pudding non sequiturs around here. That’s my band name for the day
Now playing at the 40 Watt
Flaming Pudding Non Sequiturs
with
Random Fosters
Exactly, Sister. I felt bad for leaving you hanging out there.
¡pudín inflamables!
(probably better delivered in cape and mask with and an antonio banderas panache)
ETA: WHEE! make it spin Some more!
(this had been under SisLyle’s PNOF comment)
Responding to ghostcat’s “that ain’t pudding”comment:
I wish I had known that before I sampled it.
*cough gag retch*
Oh look, a fur ball!
Aaaannnnnnddddd…SPIN!
Round and round and round she goes
Where she stops
What The Fur
Since he’s selling world leaders, I’m wondering if he didn’t mean he had a TV Stalin. If we can get a list of people who have played Stalin on TV we could narrow it down.
Selling world leaders, eh? Hum.
FOR SALE: One slightly used Bush. More grey and wrinkly than it was years ago, but still serviceable. And you wanna talk about being able to take a beating, this puckered old –
Corner?
Yes, corner.
Yes, FM, Corner.
I’ve met Babs, she & 41 have a spiffy condo about 4 miles from my house in the BPL complex.
She’s every bit the old-fashioned Texas matriarch, able to smile at a person in such a way as to see them visibly wish to have, instead, have flatulent in church; streaked a funeral; self-immolate into very clean, no, really, no bother here, I’ll just waft myself away ash–that sort of thing.
All with a genuine bonhomie that suggests that if there was was a sink to fix, can we go do that and set all this posing smiling formality aside for biscuits and adjustable wrenches.
It’s an oil spill. Finally we get to drill, baby, drill and what do we come up with? Oil stains in the shape of televisions and dead Egyptian presidents.
Sheesh…if it was the face of Jesus or Mary we could at least sell it on eBay for a gozillion bucks.
The Other Dave — get out of my head. That stain was my biggest concern when I read about the anwar. How do you get a TV stain all over Anwar?
All of the jokes I can make about the sliding TV stain have been less than Calassy. I have a bad case of gutter mind this morning, so I’ll just serve myself a double helping of corner.
Huh… there’s a TV stain here too. MF must have been watching the National Geographic channel again.
Cornerception.
We continue to find new entrances to Narnia, during the long winter. I think we need to take more than two pairs of drawers, however.
And if you read David Brin’s Uplift Saga, you know all the ur’s names start with ur, so just throw that in front of your other names, and you should be good to go. 8)
<teehee> The phonetics people have some frothy debates about the paleolithic ur phonemes (and, that’s before they get into trying to subdivide their rice bowls into paleophonetics–think UFC is exciting? Watch niche academics wrangle over scant funding).
My guess is that the ur phoneme with have an initial vowel and an aspirated consonant dipthong, “agh” “erf” “iihk” “oggh” “ugh” or the like. Rather in the same way that modern infants start from an “agh” ‘aghk” tp “gagh/gaghk” enunciation.
Since murphy remains a mixed-species nothus, no doubt the ur phoneme is, in fact, “ur” (that laughter being from the sorts of parties that phoneticists are not much invited to, anyways).
Well, anwar does translate roughly to luminous in Arabic…
I want a sliding stain! Think how useful that would be. Company coming? Simply slide it out of sight. Once they’re gone, you can slide it back to its accustomed place as a reminder of Why We Don’t Put Cups Of Grape Juice On The TV.
*Edit: this was not where I expected this comment to go… it should be at what is now the bottom of the page, not in the middle. Oh well.*
I love the Gravatar picture!
Word Press is playing Silly Buggers with nesting of our comments today. Just be happy there’s no fire pit in the Snark Lounge for us to land in.
Pudding not in nest!
“Nesting in pudding” suggesting a curious dessert variation on “7 layer dip” . . .
Nesting in pudding sounds comfy.
Nesting in Pudding is my Neutral Milk Hotel cover band.
Is anyone else having trouble with the ‘reply’ function today? I click ‘reply’ and it seems to just shove my comment wherever it wants. My comment regarding the pudding comment was supposed to be in reply to FM’s comment about her pudding comment being considered spam. But my comment was placed two below the comment it was supposed to be a direct reply to. Why The Face?!
(Addition: THIS comment was posted AFTER FM’s comment regarding having trouble with bio-Mom and the step-monkey… but has been put ABOVE my fire pudding comment. It’s not April 1st… why is this happening?!)
There’s usually issues after drmk or dan (BBUT)deletes spam messages.
Yes — it’s very strange. It’s kind of like the moving stairs.
Or sliding stains
In the future if I have to say pudding I will whisper it.
What’s spanish for pudding?
*type type Google type*
“budin”, “flan”? Ew.
When I was a wee lad, my dad used to refer to it as that Chinese dish, Pu Ding.
PU DING NOT ON FIYA! YOU GO NOW! YOU BE HERE FOUR HOUR!
Ahhhh! You just got me in trouble at work! I read your post and spewed coffee all over my monitor! Da boss wants to know what’s going on over here!
Tell BossyBonobo that you were just performing your daily sinus enema. Works wonders for allergies!
You could go all fancy and use the Latin, which I think is botellus.
NON UROR BOTELLUS!
Edit: Why am I a quilt square now?
I though your inner creativity was seeping out.
I managed to misspell my email address twice.
Well, “postre” is more used than “pudin” in the restaurant trade.
“Pudin” is more used for savory dishes; “postre” covers the British/UK useage as a name of a course of a meal.
At least in the sense of “postre no en el fuego” as used here.
A savory example might be a “breakfast casserole” which best scans as “desayuno puddin” rather than as “alimento desayuno.”
Not that French is much better, “pouding au pain” sounding like something a Sparkie might request in now-defunct portions of CL . . .
(Ok, still like “¡pouding inflammables! if only for the way it sounds a Milles Bournes trump card.)
You know, if it’s from IKEA, there’s a pretty good chance that it really is called ANWAR.
Shouldn’t the IKEA read “Armwår” or “Årmîr”?
(Hmm, would the Python version be “Årmøîr”? And would it give a sister a nasti bit?)
Once again our sponsors are left speechless.
I’m Mike.
And I like TV Stains. But not TV Stalins. Sorry.
In soviet Russia, TV stains YOU.
In Soviet Russia, Stalin makes you into a little stain!
After all of my reading on Gulags, that comment actually made me a little sick Lola.
Sorry, Lara. I think Russia (Soviet and … whatever you call it these days) is still stained, by Stalin as well as others.
🙁
Ok, I clearly know too much about UK TV, does Lord Hill count as a “TV Stalin”?
With apologies to R.E.M.,
Stain in the place where you watch
TV, “beautiful wood anwar. its got two drawers”
and
Stain in the place where you slide
TV stain, “email me ur name”, “nothing wrong with it”
ETA:
Wow, this was supposed to be at the bottom of the comment chain. COMMENT NOT IN LINE!
We’ve been having reply and comment congruency issues all day, Lola… this entire comment line reads like a Choose Your Own Adventure Book if you try to read it from front to back.
Since posting that originally, I have noticed that this, er, capriciousness has been applying to everyone. Your analogy is apt.
Visit the Haunted Mayan Temple next!
:flips pages:
Awwww … I died.
Damn it, how did I end up in the pit of vipers? Ooooh, page 31 not page 21. *flips* …Damn, pit of crocodiles. Still dead.
Get Mani-Pedi in Manhattan! Oh, can’t find a parking place. *page 27* Arrested for assaulting an officer? Quick! Bail Money! *page 99* Counterfeit bills detected. Well, crud!
*Sigh* How many different misspellings of this word are we up to now?
*grabs catulator* Blast, I know there’s a real number here but it keeps giving me tuna samich x 2.
*grumbles off into the distance, carefully avoiding the sliding stain*
It’s 42. That’s the answer for … well, everything.
Iit’s is a good word because it starts with two Is kind of like llama starts with two ls.
Darn your editing Ghostcat! Now my comment is iirelevant.
🙂
Rule 34.
Eew! Just euewe.
Corner!
Funky’s already in the corner. I’ll go get the shovel.
Oh, God. I’ve never had to dig while in the corner. I thought only Taco got that bad.
I’m very ashamed of meself.
Well, since you asked, Sparky; first you have to buy me dinner somewhere nice, and then spring for popcorn at the movie.
Why am I still a quilt square?
Edit: Yay!
Wow, you’re an expensive date for an ethereal cat!
I’m very picky about whom I let touch my intangibles. I’m not going to materialize with every ghoul with cute ectoplasm.
“Is that a manifestation, or are you just happy to see me?”
Sparky missed the biggest selling point – the naughty pine…….
It would fit nicely in one of the Lounge’s many, many corners.
Ok, true story.
Worked at a cabinet company.
No, wait, there’s more.
Anyway, the marketing boffins convinced the VPs that the company needed to add knotty pine to the selection of hardwoods available for the product.
Took a great long time to get any sample material in to test the milling and such on. This, especially so as the Purchasing VP kept asking for bunks of “hardwood naughty pigne” (pignole may be pine nuts, but all pines are “softwoods”).
Oh, and our ur-brilliant sales people managed to sell three multi-thousand-dollar jobs with guaranteed delivery dates made in a material we did not yet have in the shop or know how it would turn out as a finished product. Once again, it was the CAD people who were to blame, too.
I do not miss employment there at all.
Heh! Dilbert’s pointy haired boss and company……
[OT/random thought]
I love the word “phthalates.” It sounds like it was named by Daffy Duck.
[/OT/random thought]
EDIT: I love that it placed my comment somewhere randomly in the middle of the pile. It’s like playing hide and seek with words.
….and I can’t edit my own comment….sigh….
This is kinda fun, though.
Edit: But, apparently I can edit a comment about how I can’t edit a comment.
ROFLMAO!!!
It’s like Wheel of Fortune (Comments)
Okay, now I’m jess playin’….
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
I’m in the box! Why does it smell like dog in here?
Edit: 1. This was supposed to go under Ghostie’s comment about it not being pudding…
2. I completely forgot the work computer I’m currently on is set to have my name as Not.A.Lyle. Ooops.
*hands Sister the air freshener*
Just make sure you look out for that pile in the corner of the box.
*takes off with chew toy*
Your blog linky seems to be missing as well.
Ah, yes. That’s due to the work computers. There are 4 I have used to access and comment on this site. It all depends on where I am and if I want to sit next to the window or not. I don’t use the window computer that often as the keyboard drives me bonkers for some reason. I was using it today and hadn’t used it since I was temporarily Not.A.Kyle. That was before I started the blog. The computer default saves whatever the last name entry was on YSaC. Thus, the lack of a linky.
I doubt I’d mind having Wolverine in my house all the time. Hugh Jackman. Ga-row.
On second thought, he might shred the couch. Or am I confusing him with Sabretooth again?
Yes, Hugh could eat ‘nanners in my treehouse any time.
Corner!
i was reminded of anwar province in the lovely resort capital of the world, Iraw
We have a weather forecaster on a local TV station named Anwar (Knight). This doesn’t look anything like him.
And did anyone notice when the pictures were taken? 2012! Wow! Maybe sparky should learn to set the date on his camera.
OR he is trying to avoid the end of the world* by travelling backwards through time! That’s why they “just dont have the room for [the ANWAR-traits1]” – time machines (excepting, as always, the TARDIS) are almost proverbially dinky. That also makes the “email me… [the] best time to get a hold of you” comment make more sense – he has to know what time to travel to in order to drop this
monstrositycharming piece of furniture off to you.*Cos if there’s one thing I’ve learned from apocalyptic flicks made in the last ten years, it’s that meteorologists and their ilk are likely to be among the first expected to delay the inevitable.
Puddings, Dogs, Change the Ending stories! It’s been a great day. And Sister Lyle, this is just for you! Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, ANWR!
Oooh it’s crouching Owly, hidden Punch!
I’m telling ya, the comments are EVIL.