Quartermaster James

Google gets you there really fast. With all due respect, I smell spam.

Damn! I thought that was a can of Pawtucket Patriot!

Praises be!

Well Rumba darling, I wouldn't want you to get in any trouble. So, why don't you send those to me in Oregon (where they're legal) for safe keeping? Seriously though, that's a fyne pair!

Awake

Try this: The Elegant Universe

a ) Ugh! b ) TMI c ) Gross d ) Sick e ) All of the above

IMHO, experience shows that resurrection leads to theology. :angry:

The first is probably lost to history, but it's hard to imagine such a feint doesn't go back quite a ways. In European history, I believe they were popular from the Restoration forward, but I have no references at hand to cite. You may want to investigate the history of walking sticks in England as, if memory serves, in the 18th century the proper carrying of them was a point of some contention.

I am sick and tired of hearing that the average person is sick and tired, and sick and tired of being sick and tired, and sick and tired of hearing that the average person sick and tired of being sick and tired! I think that ALL right thinking people in this country are sick and tired of being told that ordinary decent people are fed up in this country with being sick and tired...I'm certainly not. But I'm sick and tired of being told that I am. Waht! Wrong thread?

Well now, that's quite the conundrum! If the mind is everything, what (or who) is the "you" that's doing the thinking, let alone the becoming? Om Tat Sat

Hmmm...reminds me of my new fave site: WTF Pictures (Don't stop till you get to the bear!)

Mrs Non-Smoker Oohh hello, Mrs Smoker. Mrs Smoker (Graham) Hello Mrs Non-Smoker. Mrs Non-Smoker What, you been shopping then? Mrs Smoker Nope ... I've been shopping! Mrs Non-Smoker What d'you buy? Mrs Smoker A piston engine! Mrs Non-Smoker What d'you buy that for? Mrs Smoker It was a bargain! Mrs Non-Smoker How much d'you want for it? Mrs Smoker Three quid! Mrs Non-Smoker Done. (she hands over the money) Mrs Smoker Right. Thank you. Mrs Non-Smoker How d'you cook it? Mrs Smoker You don't cook it. Mrs Non-Smoker You can't eat that raw! Mrs Smoker Ooooh ... never thought of that. Oh, day and night, but this is wondrous strange ... Mrs Non-Smoker ... and therefore is a stranger welcome it. There are more things in Heaven and Earth Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come, the time is out of joint. Oh cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right. Let's go together.

Unless the software pyrates are out there on boats? I guess Software Pirate just sounds sexier than Software Thief, but I wonder which side started the term? The only way I can see considering pyrates a culture is the way that gets one course credit (in other words: I join Foxe in calling BS!)

Pan across a civic park, of which the only occupants are about ten pepperpots, dressed identically, scattered across on benches. One pepperpot is in a wheelchair. We come in to Mrs Non-Smoker, unwrapping a parcel and calling to the birds. Mrs Non-Smoker (Terry J.) Come on little birdies ... come on little birdies ... tweet tweet ... come and see what mummy's got for you ... She unwraps the parcel revealing a leg of lamb which she hurls at the gathered birds. A screech. She kills a pigeon. She reaches in a another bag and produces two tins of pineapple chunks and throws them. Mrs Non-Smoker Come on little birdies ... tweety tweety ... oooh look at this ... tweet tweet ... ooohhh nice one ... come on little birdies ... She chortles with delight as she hurls a huge jar of mayonnaise which smashes messily. She then throws a large frozen turkey, a jar of onions, a bag of frozen peas, and a bottle of wine. We widen as Mrs Smoker, with an identical piston engine to the last pepperpot, comes up to Mrs Non-Smoker. Quite a large area in front of Mrs Non-Smoker is littered with packaged foods and dead birds; a bird is pecking at a tin of paté; a small pond in front of her has a swan upside down with its feet sticking in the air, a huge tin floating beside it.

Good evening. On 'Ethel the Frog' tonight we look at violence The violence of British Gangland. Last Tuesday a reign of terror was ended when the notorious Piranha brothers, Doug and Dinsdale, after one of the most extraordinary trials in British legal history, were sentenced to 400 years imprisonment for crimes of violence. We examined the rise to power of the Piranhas, the methods they used to subjugate rival gangs and their subsequent tracking down and capture by the brilliant Superintendent Harry 'Snapper' Organs of Q Division. Doug and Dinsdale Piranha were born, on probation, in a small house in Kipling Road, Southwark, the eldest sons in a family of sixteen. Their father Arthur Piranha, a scrap metal dealer and TV quizmaster, was well known to the police, and a devout Catholic. In 1928 he had married Kitty Malone, an up-and-coming East End boxer. Doug was born in February 1929 and Dinsdale two weeks later; and again a week after that.

I'd jus like ta point out that the middle of the 18th century is GAOP. we be in the 21st century now, but we say 2009, savvy? Ergo..the 18th century deals with items from 1700-1799. the 19th century is out of the GAOP- from 1800- 1899. With all due respect Gertie, and understanding that such things are subjective, the Golden Age of Pyracy is not simply the 18th century but a smaller period between the late 17th century and early 18th century.

Only $75? I'd say you got off on the cheap there!

Now these sound interesting for a couple of reasons. Not least of which, where did you find a maker of custom clay pipes?

Political canvassers and religious zealots that do not understand pitching me their platform or their god is solicitation!

Being of a certain age, I can tell you most authoritatively that there was a time when a man holding open a door for a woman was lucky to get only a glare and not a lecture! Now, how about those folk who see you coming, perhaps encumbered with packages, that just have to rush through leaving the door to close on you? I love the shame on their face when they're waiting for the elevator as one arrives. Oh! This was your hurry? So that you could stand here, in this part of the lobby. Well, I must agree, it is obviously the superior location!

In the vernacular of the youth of yesteryear: bummer dude!

Round these parts it's geese. Seems like you could just pull over and take them by hand! They're the most common road kill, even in the 15 mph industrial area, so they can't be too fast...

Hey Bo, how did these turn out? I'm looking at making some gaiters myself soon.

Whoa Nelly! 80 grains in a pistol! What sort of barrels are you packing? What do you do without wadding? Do you pack the powder or just pour it in? Do you have to keep your weapon vertical and shoot into the sky? If not, doesn't the powder lay out along the barrel? Hmmm...maybe I'll have to try this now. On another note, I've heard using steel wool for wadding makes quite a sight when shooting at night!* *DISCLAIMER: I assume this is done over water, or another fire safe environment. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!