Submitted by Uncle Arthur on Fri, 01/09/2009 - 12:47pm.
We saw a country star the last (the first) time we were at the CB. But I don’t know who it was. He was dressed like one, though, one from 1975. From “Nashville” the movie.
I might not be able to join all in this endeavor. Maybe my lady will. We have two cars. Maybe we’ll be there, but I will drive off early.
Where my Dadmin at? I don’t know the answer to these things! We have no other stupid plans, like we did stupid last stupid Friday night, so I’ll hang two to four chads for the Stinksters.
Which carcker Barell? OHBOY! I love love love the carcker Barrryl! I need a cinamon brooom and some preserves and CDs of patriotic country musics! Also, a barrel. My lease is up and i ned somewhere to live! And to put my cinamon broom and preserves and CDs of patirotic country musics!
Submitted by wizzybit on Fri, 01/09/2009 - 3:07pm.
Why are barrels considered excellent attire for the “broke”? Maybe it’s like when they tie the rag around the jaw of the person suffering from a toothache, and based in folk-lore remedies?
You’d be in serious trouble if you were wearing a barrel and had a rag tied around your jaw.
[quote=wizzybit]Why are barrels considered excellent attire for the “broke”?[/quote]
The Comics Curmudgeon, at Wonkette, says: “… One of my favorite bits of poverty symbolism is the notion that you could become so hard up that you would exchange ordinary clothing for a wooden barrel, which you would sling over your shoulders with suspenders. This implies that there was a point at which a fine barrel, made of hardwood and metal and good for storing salt pork or crackers, was actually cheaper than clothes! It’s possible that in the next few years the sweatshop workers of the Mystic East will cease to churn out $9 Old Navy t-shirts and barrels will once again become an economically viable method for covering our shameful nakedness; but it’s more likely that we’ll just be wearing increasingly repulsive rags, and using precious barrels as houses before eventually burning them for heat. …”
Roads are for crap, and I’m still full from lunch, BUT I really want to see you guys, so Angie is right. 2-4 from the white house on the hill.
On a another note, I meant to share this with all of you a while ago. Here’s Mr. Brian Eno on the importance of social singing.
I believe that singing is the key to long life, a good figure, a stable
temperament, increased intelligence, new friends, super
self-confidence, heightened sexual attractiveness, and a better sense
of humor.
It’s from that This I Believe thing on the public radio. The short bit that he wrote is great, and I could fill up this little note with more quotes, but I’ll be easy with the plagiarism.
Submitted by wizzybit on Fri, 01/09/2009 - 4:36pm.
Even my questions are unoriginal. I have vague memories of the same Comics Curmudgeon musing, now that you mention it. I’ll go back to rediscovering things I used to know how to do at work.
[quote=Nathan] Here’s Mr. Brian Eno on the importance of social singing.
I believe that singing is the key to long life, a good figure, a stable temperament, increased intelligence, new friends, super self-confidence, heightened sexual attractiveness, and a better sense of humor. …[/quote]
Ah ha, I am LOLing out loud! We too sexy for our selfs.
….we are going to play it by ear. I was out at lunchtime and the roads were LOUSY. The weather’s only intensified since then. If it appears too gnarly, we might be grabbing pizza and holing up at home! So, I guess put us down for a MAYBE…..
The mister is heading to the Radisson Hootenanny, and I’m not likin’ this snow one bit.Methinks I’ll hole up at the homestead and read the new Sarah Vowell book betwixt some flannel sheets.
And actually, as the afternoon wears on, I am totally wearing out. Seriously. Ouch. It also might not be such a hot idea for me to be tempted by beer, since I’m on antibiotics for my stupid sinus infection (which, by the way, suddenly explains why my teeth have hurt since they got filled a month ago…how long have I been walking around with this crap?!) and I feels queasy.
I’m also having other weird health issues (suddenly, alarmingly high blood pressure) that is currently under investigation. Will it go away now that I’ve been commanded to get the hell off the pill and onto antibiotics (since both Birth Control and sinus infections can jack yer pressure)? Am I joining Cheezewwhiz in the cushings brigade? Am I just one of those lucky ladies that starts perimenopause super early and am simply experiencing yo-yo hormones? Hyperthyroidism?! WHOKNOWS! We’ll find out. In the meantime, I’m not sure if I’m supposed to totally avoid alkyhol, so I’m going to just to be on the safe side.
I like it.
way to call it!
Sure, why not?
That's what old people do!
“I’m going to the Cracker Barrel at 5:00 am. Be there or don’t, I don’t give a shit.”
“But Myrtle’s glucose intolerant, can’t we go to…”
“I like the biscuits and gravy at the Cracker Barrel. You and Myrtle do whatever the hell you want.”
Cracker Barrel
I might not be able to join all in this endeavor. Maybe my lady will. We have two cars. Maybe we’ll be there, but I will drive off early.
It’s snowing. It’s snowing a lot.
Prolly.
Your mom
Cracker Barrel or
Which place is dinner?
I’m in even though the parking at the Roadhouse sucks, I am still in.
oh boy oh oboy oboy!!!!!!
Which reminds me....
You’d be in serious trouble if you were wearing a barrel and had a rag tied around your jaw.
Not Cracker
I got a real nice Live at the Grand Ol’ Opry Cracker Barrel cd. Roger Miller lives!
Let's ask Josh!
The Comics Curmudgeon, at Wonkette, says:
“… One of my favorite bits of poverty symbolism is the notion that you could become so hard up that you would exchange ordinary clothing for a wooden barrel, which you would sling over your shoulders with suspenders. This implies that there was a point at which a fine barrel, made of hardwood and metal and good for storing salt pork or crackers, was actually cheaper than clothes! It’s possible that in the next few years the sweatshop workers of the Mystic East will cease to churn out $9 Old Navy t-shirts and barrels will once again become an economically viable method for covering our shameful nakedness; but it’s more likely that we’ll just be wearing increasingly repulsive rags, and using precious barrels as houses before eventually burning them for heat. …”
Skippinitt
Probably, that is. Although I do love the Roadhouse.
I hear tell of some powerful bad trails twixt here ‘n home.
Have some fun for me, and be careful!
My barrel runneth over
On a another note, I meant to share this with all of you a while ago. Here’s Mr. Brian Eno on the importance of social singing.
It’s from that This I Believe thing on the public radio. The short bit that he wrote is great, and I could fill up this little note with more quotes, but I’ll be easy with the plagiarism.
20 mile o' bad road!
It is slicker’n cow slobbers. Let’s be careful out there. (cue Mike Post)
That figures.
Big Bird was right!
So I take it its the
See yall there, and be careful. The roads are for shit today.
hmmmmm
Snowbird One Calling Chicken Little, Ya Got Yer Ears On?
The mister is heading to the Radisson Hootenanny, and I’m not likin’ this snow one bit. Methinks I’ll hole up at the homestead and read the new Sarah Vowell book betwixt some flannel sheets.
I'm hearing you loud and clear.
I’m also having other weird health issues (suddenly, alarmingly high blood pressure) that is currently under investigation. Will it go away now that I’ve been commanded to get the hell off the pill and onto antibiotics (since both Birth Control and sinus infections can jack yer pressure)? Am I joining Cheezewwhiz in the cushings brigade? Am I just one of those lucky ladies that starts perimenopause super early and am simply experiencing yo-yo hormones? Hyperthyroidism?! WHO KNOWS! We’ll find out. In the meantime, I’m not sure if I’m supposed to totally avoid alkyhol, so I’m going to just to be on the safe side.
Who is still in???