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September 18, 2017

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GftNC: When you write a comment, the text of the comment is uploaded to the blog's site on Typepad.

Typepad says you can't upload images in comments. I can see why, but it's too bad.

I'm not on Facebook, and I can't remember whether you've said you are, but if you are, maybe Facebook is the answer?

Not on Facebook JanieM, but thanks for trying. I will survive, just giving links as before.

if you have a link you can post a picture. typepad doesn't care which server the image comes from.

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"(I'm also delighted by Snarki's idea of changing Brett's lightbulbs)"


"That lightbulb needs to be changed, Tom said delightedly"

I, for one, would really enjoy the idea of "gaslighting" someone by converting them to LEDs.

Plus bad jokes and puns, also too.

I'm too upset by the image of a shivering chicken to take part in this.

I have to say, Janie, that it sounds like a magical place for kids and grownups alike. I bet the kids have incredible memories of their time there, crabby lady and all. I suspect crabby lady is not how they remember you.

Plus it is a beautiful gym. My kids, both varsity hs bb, would have lived there. Actually, would still want to be regulars.

A round of golf (or two!) at Pebble Beach with McKinney.

Funny, I have the same thing on my list with you. The Kohler courses are worth considering, much easier to book and way easier on the pocket book.

We love to travel. For those who like old, cool stuff, try the Tumulus de Bougon. It's a short drive from Coulombiers where the Auberge le Centre - Poitou is the place to stay. In mid-June, baby goat is still in season and it is really quite special. Hint, when checking in and if you are asked if you'd like to upgrade to the deluxe room, take it. "Deluxe" is the local patois for "you can stand on both sides of the bed." It's all very affordable.


if you have a link you can post a picture. typepad doesn't care which server the image comes from.

Thanks cleek, I'll try it the next time I have a picture worth sharing.

careful what you do in the Lake District.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/09/24/cannabis-smokers-incapable-walking-rescued-englands-highest/

I see that the rescue sparked several comments to the effect that the climbers should have been charged for the cost of their rescue. Unfortunately, it does not appear that they were.

Help!!

Millions of us are stranded in Colorado above 5000 feet and pot is legal!

So, if Houston is GIVEN $200 billion for getting themselves stranded at sea level with flooded petrochemical plants and superfund sites, knowing full well all along they would be stranded at some point, or many points, according to know-it-all libertarians, why should the romantic poets high on life hung up at 3200 feet in the Lake District be charged for rescue?

They must smoke better stuff in Houston.

I see that the rescue sparked several comments to the effect that the climbers should have been charged for the cost of their rescue. Unfortunately, it does not appear that they were.

There are periodically calls to penalise people who, by their negligence, incur cost for the rescue services. As far as I can recall, they rarely if ever succeed. The last one I remember was an idiotic "sailor" (actually someone with no knowledge and experience of sailing) who kept putting out to sea, trying to do something or other (get to Ireland? sail to France? something reasonably ambitious anyway), and kept having to be rescued by the RNLI (heroic volunteer organisation which conducts rescues at sea on lifeboats), at least 5 times from what I remember. He kept getting into terrible trouble, having to be rescued, then immediately setting out again. And I don't think even he was charged. There is something very English about this, and I confess, it's something I rather like.

How come we don't charge football players for hauling their mangled carcasses and bruised brain tissue off the fields and then caring for their drooling, addlepated decades later?

Ya know, since the private sector NFL refuses to care for them, after training and incentivizing them to go head to head.

GFNTC: I was thinking how different the world might be if the Brits and the Spaniards, and the French and later the Americans had instituted stiff fines and fees for supporting and rescuing the risk-taking adventuresome types at sea through their empire and garrison-building periods.

The Arctic and the Antarctic left pristine. Much of Native America left the hell alone. The Amazon intact.

Certainly Robinson Crusoe's gallivanting behavior would have been changed and dis-incentivized.

Columbus: What if we really do reach the edge of the flat Earth and have to call for help as we tip over the side? Who could afford that? Not me.

Lewis and Clark: I don't know Lewis, said Clark, we can't really afford search parties. Let's call the whole thing off.

Shackleton: Whaddaya say, crew. Maybe just a little side trip to Devonshire and we'll call it a holiday.

Ponce deLeon: On the one hand, the Fountain of Youth. On the other hand, think of the cost of calling in the Armada during hurricane season in Puerto Rico. Call my accountants, the math is too hard.

The French trapper who built the first hut on the Mississippi Delta: This is not going to turn out for the best. What happens if it rains and there are shitheads running Washington, also a swamp?

John Smith: God himself told me Betsy DeVos will look the other way if I kidnap and rape Pocahontas in the Jamestown dorms.

This from Wikipedia:

Pocahontas was captured by the English during Anglo-Indian hostilities in 1613, and held for ransom. During her captivity, she converted to Christianity and took the name Rebecca. When the opportunity arose for her to return to her people, she chose to remain with the English.

Also from Wikipedia:

Cynthia Ann Parker, or Naduah (Comanche Narua)[5] (c. 1825 – March 1871)[1][2] was an Anglo-American who was kidnapped in 1836, at the age of about ten (possibly as young as 8 or already over 11 – her birth year is uncertain), by a Comanche war band, who had massacred her family's settlement. Her Comanche name means "someone found." She was adopted by the Comanche and lived with them for 24 years, completely forgetting her white ways.[6] She married a Comanche chieftain, Peta Nocona, and had three children with him, including the last free Comanche chief, Quanah Parker. At approximately age 34, she was relocated by the Texas Rangers, but spent the remaining ten years of her life refusing to adjust to life in white society. At least once, she escaped and tried to return to her Comanche family and children, but was again brought back to Texas. She found it difficult to understand her iconic status to the nation, which saw her as having been redeemed from the Comanches. Heartbroken over the loss of her family, she stopped eating and died of influenza in 1871.

When I was 9 I traveled to Europe for five weeks with my mom and older brother (then 14). The trans-Atlantic leg was Nassau to Luxembourg, on a Air Bahamas DC-8. The flight over was non-stop, but on the return there was a refueling stop in Santa Maria in the Azores. It was a long enough stop that we got off the plane and hung out in the airport. Out on the tarmac there was another plane, presumably stopped for a similar reason, but those passengers did not disembark. The CCCP on the fuselage gave a strong clue as to why. Pretty sure there's a slide of that plane, taken through the terminal window, been meaning to get all the slides from that trip digitized.

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