Bertram Cabot Jr.: You have to be older to remember Vaughn Meader.
His career was cut short in November 1963.
Heh, yeah, I don't suppose Stanley Ann Dunham or the gransparents would be the type to have his album lying around.
I'm not nearly as surprised that anyone here would recognize the reference as I am that I could pull the name up from my own flaky memory.
"non-traditional" state of the union
Good evening ladies and germs.
I just flew in from Hawaii and boy are my arms tired.
Take my wife. Please!
Is that a fly on my face or am I glad to see ya?
Nyuk nyuk nyuk. (snaps fingers and plonks cheek a la Curly)
You know what, I get no respect.... just last week, Reggie left me for Donald Trump.
Ba dump bump
Thenk yew, thenk yoou. I'll be here all year.
Be sure to try your waitress and tip the veal.
Now for my imitation of Vaughn Meader as Rich Little...
Watched about half of The Day the Earth Stood Still tonight. (The original.) Have seen it so often, I have it all basically memorized. So I thought. But, we started watching it and...
you know what I realized? Klaatu is an impatient, demanding, arrogant a$$hole. Probably a Democrat.
RedMindBlueState: What are we drinking tonight?
Water.
Brandy's gone. Rum's gone. Wine's gone.
There's a liquor store right next door.
But it's Sunday in Oklahoma.
* failed to plan ahead *
Read some bunny talking about the sex sessions ol' Hef has. Viagra-fueled, repetitive, despicable.
That's the truth of the "Playboy philosophy" taken to its illogical conclusions. That... and Cosby's seduction methods.
The classy life.
navybrat: Admiral gets fired for pointing out that Obama now has a mansion in Dubai.
http://tinyurl.com/h6bcdaw
Ah, I get it: the SCOAMF can move there, lose his US citizenship, become a citizen of the UAE, and then become head of the UN while the USA is on the Security Council.
* doing not-on-the-top-socks-list dance *
I don't really do much sockpuppeting anyway. I just change the tag after my regular handle. So I ought to be disqualified from the sock list. But, I have so few claims to glory....
Can't be an overnight thread. It's barely a quarter of eight in the middle of the USA.
* shakes tablet *
Nope, still there.
* shakes Maetenloch *
Wow! I think it's real!
JTB: Mindful, I use typewriters now for initial drafts and personal correspondence. For clean, corrected copy I use a computer. But the computer isn't for creative efforts, just finishing.
Reminds me of doing artwork. I've never acquired an art-input tablet - I hear some can be very good, but it's hard to imagine having the kind of control I get with brush and ink. All my computer art has been either scanned in, or drawn with a mouse - difficult, but I do what I can with what I've got.
I could see using a typewriter for creativity, I suppose, if I could scan it in and OCR. Otherwise, re-typing? No, thanks.
(Just typing this comment, I accidentally hit the right key combo to go back a page, and when I went forward, everything I'd typed was gone. That's the browser, not the computer per se, but still, the "joys" of digital erasure. Ugh.)
HH: ...wasn't the Qwerty setup designed to slow down typing? To prevent key jamming?
So I've read.
One thing nice about digital: back on my first computer, I did, briefly, try out the Dvorak keyboard layout, and while I never got as fast on it as I am on qwerty, I could see that it could be faster with practice. If they made a keyboard where the characters on the keys could be reset...
Like I don't make enough mistakes from fast typing on qwerty!
In 1979 or so, I was banging out a multi-page document on the old typewriter, with multiple carbon copies. (Correction fluid + carbon copies = lots of blowing and waiting or else white paint splotches on the carbon paper. Erasing really didn't work.) It was a much-used electric typewriter I had for a decade.
On the desk behind me was my then-new Radio Shack Model I computer - which did not yet have lower-case characters, much less a word-processor program or a printer attached, but I knew the potential for all of those was there.
On the typewriter, it was important to me that the document be as clean as I could make it. I got to page umpteen and realized I'd left a paragraph out of an early page.
I lost it, and furiously smashed my fist on the top of my old faithful machine until I'd dented the top in so that no keys could actually strike the paper. That was easy enough to bend back out, but I put the thing in its case, and headed over to the art table, eschewing writing altogether until I could get the computer up to processing and printing words.
Have never typewritered since. I ended up writing my own word processor software and getting one of those nasty printers that used silvered paper, until finally moving up to the real world of Word*Star and the clattering, huge, expensive daisy wheel printer.
I do have several typewriters, the old electric, and a couple of manual units, for all of which I need to get ribbons. For the post-EMP times. But I don't have any love for that technology.
Trimegistus: ...can I request a ban on the term "The Big Easy"? ... It was invented out of whole cloth in the 1970s, and needs to be retired like most other bad ideas from that decade.
Wasn't that an echo of "The Big Apple"? Where did that nic for NYC come from, anyway? (He asked the horde knowledge source, without bothering to websearch.)
However, without that, I would never have called my mini-comics about Chicago, "The Big Potato" (the name never caught on, however appropriate). (Shameless self-plugola)
OregonMuse: Proofreading is teh hard.
Tell me about it! Fortunately, you have a horde of editors. And, at least, Those Who Post can edit their work, unlike us miserable commenters.
Bandersnatch: I wouldn't do this if you hadn't just typo-nazied....
Sigh! Sometimes ironic humor is just wasted.
mustbequantum" Okay, this is my current campaign -- to stop everyone from the 'yeah, no' tic verbally.
It's one of those things that was funny the first time.
BtW, "Wild Partying on New Year's Eve at Casa de Muse"? You had me going there for a moment. Is that really Oregon Muse?? Oh.
The Typo Nazi in my head happened to notice these and made me mention them:
"There is no say I could ever do what they do"
No way you meant "say." (W and S are so close together on the qwerty keyboard...!) Also:
"...in the middle of an opiate addition" - Unless my inner Typo Nazi is ignorant of some usage of "addition." Even "addiction" wouldn't work there. Perhaps "addiction epidemic"?
Sig Hail!
Of all my Christmas gifted books, as I predicted, I started with HG Wells's First Men in the Moon. I'm only seven chapters into it, but enjoying both the experience of reading hard copy, and Wells's style.
The science is ludicrous, of course. Anti-gravity metal. The moon descriptions, seen from nearly fifty years after we landed there fer realz, are hilariously wrong.
But the writing is a pleasure. The language is richer than modern usage. The pace is unrushed, as if the author assumed that reading was the point, not rushing to the conclusion. Takes his time in descriptions of a house exploding violently, or the amusing depiction of the space travelers and their unsecured gear banging about inside a lurching sphere.
Been a while since I've visited an old book, can you tell?
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Might'z well plug, again, Invulnerable, my weird little mixed-media SF'ish tale of an odd young man with a peculiar gift. Free on the web, and worth it. Table of contents linked in the nic. Comments link on contents page. Annnnd.. PayPal donation buttons on every page theoretically work.
I barely had time to leave a "in before the book thread" comment on the morning thread.
Howdy to readers. Gonna peruse the morning comments a bit more, then what looks like a book-length book thread post, by which time there will be a barrelful of comments here... it never ennnnnds!
Morning, Glorious fellow offspring of the Almighty!
In before the book thread!
Ten degrees of Farenheit here this morning, a few colder than predicted. This old cement barn doesn't hold the heat as well as I'd want, and it was not easy to crawl out from under the nice, warm covers. But, there's a day that the Lord has made to be lived. And pets to be fed.
Scrolling through the comments, but they're starting to blur together.
Blog doesn't need like/dislike buttons. Just a "meh" button. Automatically clicked on all comments.
Okay, then, I'm just gonna take my winning Powerball ticket and fade into the sunset.
Good night, Gracies.
If I hadn't been having dinner with the family
If I hadn't stopped to go through all my newsfeeds
If I hadn't stopped to read the content
I coulda been first
but probably not.
Howdy.
