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Someone with more statistics skills & time than I care to expend needs to analyze Stoaty’s Dead Pool hit rate vs no. of entries and vs. time. I suspect (with no evidence whatsoever) that we’re beating the odds.

C’mon..you know you want to. Us anal retentives are dying for the answers.

I might have retrospectively scored in one of the previous Dead Pools – but didn’t know it at the time. Here’s the Footage!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeTVbaMSGH0

My favorite Phyllis Diller line – can’t remember if it was said about her at a roast, or by her in her own self deprecating style – “One more facelift and she’ll have a goatee!” I use that line to this day. You’d be amazed how many people don’t get the joke.

Grom – Robin Williams did a more graphic version of that bit in one of his televised New York shows….

“Now, I can never pass a herd of cows without cranking down the window and going “moo!” but that’s a comPLETEly different intellectual proposition, I think.”

That’s nothing. You should have been there to see what my little brother did on family vacations when someone spotted a skunk. Many windows were cranked down.

I have never said “Baa” to a sheep, but I confess: I did call out to a little lamb one day, on the road just south of the Machrihanish golf course. Said lamp was on the wrong side of the fence—in the road, with his anxious Mom on the other side. We stopped the car, and I rolled down the window and said, “Do you need some help?”

The little guy freaked out and frantically called “Mamaaaaaaaa!Mamaaaaaaa!” Mama nearly came through the fence.

They obviously did not understand Texan 🙂

Is it of any intellectual proposition to say “Ni” to old women?

I once spent the most delicious rainy afternoon in bed with a Japanese girl getting giggly drunk as we taught each other the sounds that animals make in our respective homelands.

Japanese dogs don’t woof, they say wan! Cats say niao, niao. Sheep would never say baaa or ahhh. No one would understand them. They say maeeeee, of course.

I also learned that my thumb is my “family finger” following by my people pointer finger, center finger, medicine finger, and child (chibi yubi) finger.

Good times, good times. Andrew Marvell was right. Rainy afternoons are the best.

Gromulin: Phyllis Diller said that about herself, when chatting with a talk show host one night. Unfortunately I can’t recall which talk show it was, or who was hosting, but I do recall seeing it and laughing my assets off!

Another of her quotes which I love – and probably applies to me – is “I never made it into ‘Who’s Who’, but I’m featured in ‘What’s That?'”! 🙂

RIP Phyllis, you were awesome!

I used to have excellent mimicry skills when I was a youngin’, but age and lack of interaction has reduced my fluency to just the one language. Otherwise I could speak “critter” to anything with feathers, fur, or hair. I was also able to mimic accents, which freaked a lot of people out. That was actually kind of a cool skill.

Speaking of Sheep…has anyone seen the New Zealand horror flick Black Sheep? That’s some crazy shit.

Phyllis was truly funny, a mistress of the multiple punch line. She’d tell one . . . and then top it with another . . . and then cap it with a third, all on the same topic. I still recall her story of a flight on a cut-rate airline:

“Our stewardess, bless her, was so old —! You know how women get those little crow’s feet around their eyes? This broad had mastodon tracks.”

In the midst of a storm, the plane is bucking around, and she tells us the passenger behind her stuck his fork into her hair. “And then he had the nerve to complain about the spaghetti with the black roots!”

It does seem like being on the Weasel Dead Pool is pretty hazardous to health. This is why I pick Gordon Brown with such zeal.

It’s like they play Marco Polo all night and try to find each other in the dark.

Actually, I think that is pretty close to what is going on. Newly weaned lambs are looking for their mums, and vice versa – the little ones stray farther when they are no longer nursing.

Yeah Diller always deliberately tried to look old, ridiculous, and ugly. IT was her whole act, and it worked brilliantly. She was performing up until a few years ago and the bits of her act I can find on Youtube was hilarious

Steamboat McGoo: Someone with more statistics skills & time than I care to expend needs to analyze Stoaty’s Dead Pool hit rate…

Well, I called this one as a short pool – the next one should run several weeks. (We’ve been alternating between one week/several weeks for the last eleven rounds.)

David Gillies: It does seem like being on the Weasel Dead Pool is pretty hazardous to health.

Not really. In the first 30 rounds (which I collated), 18 people were picked 20 times or more. Only two have exited (Dick Clark and Ernest Borgnine).

This is why I pick Gordon Brown with such zeal.

I wish you luck, but Castro and Carter survived 29 picks.

(So did Lady Thatcher. But if she is failing, as one hears, it would be a merciful release. And surely, as with Mr. Valiant-For-Truth, all the trumpets will sound for her on the other side.)

Can’t you make some money off of this? Sell the people in the cars stuck in traffic Baaaa-sicles or sometin’? You know, something frozen & fluffy on the outside.

Wait…H isn’t a consonant?

My youngsters now live in a British seaside resort town, and yes, the traffic is bad on the warm weekends (even the chilly ones, Brits are hardy folk). Fortunately they live on a private lane that doesn’t end in the ocean, so they’re lucky there.

I’ll be in the middle of 2nd period at 6 PM WBT, so I can only hope that I can get in on time, especially since I’ll be coming from niece’s wedding ON THURSDAY AFTERNOON. Who gets married on a Thursday afternoon?!

Anyway, I’l be tired after leaving Berkeley at 5 AM to get back to work in time for FIRST period, no telling how wiped I’ll be during second. I might have to settle for a less than stellar choice by the time I get home from work around midnight WBT.

Eh. They’re mostly scum down from London. I was bitching about it with my neighbors. They tend to pull over and take a whiz or leave their cars and go for a walk or dump their garbage. You wouldn’t want to encourage them to hang about or notice you.

Okay, okay, Miz Smarty. H is a consonant. But it’s not a fricative consonant, which is what I obviously meant. ‘Tcha. <eyeroll>

Hmmmmm talking of dead things … look at this English Garden!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy0wEIPqeJM

Hee hee hee!

And I have to say that my daughter has been in that country for way too long, when she spells her last name she now says “haich” instead of “aich.” And Zed instead of Z, although she doesn’t personally have a Z in her name. I need to get that girl out of that place while she still talks American.

http://www.totaleclips.com/player/Splash.aspx?formatId=10&bitrateId=310&vendorId=9&eclipId=e19196&playerId=38
This may earn me a trip to the spam filter….but these guys had the right idea about how to get rid of lingering trash outside one’s gate…..

So, this can’t be the first time Prince Harry has been caught butt naked, can it? http://goo.gl/lUAV4

He looks pretty good, too. Up Twinkles!

@Feynmangroupie
That Black Sheep is without a doubt the funniest, least known horror movie. We roared through it. ‘Course we are still reticent to bring it up in polite conversation. Pretty tough to verbalize anyhoo…nice to see other NZ art connoisseurs out there.

I wouldn’t describe myself as a connoisseur. I just have a fascination for flicks made by “furriners.”

Apologies for the alliteration…ah, hell.