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Huh. Must be egg bound.

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This came across my Twitter feed today. Most useful thing I’ve gotten out of Twatter in a long time. Yes, there’s color. I must have this thing.

Still dealing with home-broughten work at the moment.

RIP Glen Campbell. Poor bastard had been dealing with Alzheimer’s for a thousand years. And Uncle Al had ‘im in the Dead Pool. That means you-know-what, here, Friday, 6WBT.

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Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 8, 2017, 10:10 pm

I never met Glen Campbell, but I knew John Hartford, who wrote Campbell’s signature song, Gentle on my Mind.

I’ve always hated that song. The gist is, “I love you because I’m a hobo and you’re an easy lay with no strings attached.” I realize that wasn’t an uncommon message in nineteen-seventy-whatever, but I still hated it.

 


Comment from Jeff Weimer
Time: August 8, 2017, 10:15 pm

Glenn Campbell died, and I got poached for this round.

Missed it by *that* much.

 


Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: August 8, 2017, 10:27 pm

The look on that chicken’s face

 


Comment from Ric Fan
Time: August 8, 2017, 10:38 pm

Isnt that what you have to do when an egg gets stuck?

 


Comment from Can’t Hark My Cry
Time: August 8, 2017, 10:39 pm

Can’t argue about “Gentle on My Mind” (or, for that matter, and how common a message it was back then … ) but he did write some good stuff. https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=john+hartford&&view=detail&mid=F9EBF3852BAC3700294AF9EBF3852BAC3700294A&&FORM=VDRVRV

 


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: August 8, 2017, 11:55 pm

@Jeff Weimer – I do feel a bit guilty about poaching. I have won in the past, and have a nice little piece of Stoatie’s artwork. If you haven’t won before, then I’d be happy to tell Stoatie to send you “my” prize.

 


Comment from Anonymous
Time: August 8, 2017, 11:56 pm

Glen Campbell, Wrecking Crew alumnus, RIP.

 


Comment from Some Vegetable i
Time: August 9, 2017, 12:02 am

I have to admit that I did like “Wichita Lineman” (which was written by Jimmy Webb) but I lost interest in Glen Campbell long before he wore out his first liver.

As for songs which annoy you after you actually listen to them, Mrs. Vegetable has a real hate for the song, “You are my sunshine”. She had to play it over and over when she was first learning the guitar years ago. She said that it made realize that the song writer was a whiner and a loser, and that he just needed to to get over being dumped, and grow up.

As for that chicken….. well, uhm….. rest assured that I’m not going to outbid you for it….

 


Comment from gromulin
Time: August 9, 2017, 12:22 am

The real question – who to poach the next round. If I remember, that is…it’s always at 11AM Pacific time, and I always forget…

 


Comment from durnedyankee
Time: August 9, 2017, 1:39 am

@Some Vegetable
The melancholy whiny songs seem to be a favorite even further back than “You are my sunshine”.
“The housewife’s lament”, “hard times come again no more”, sheesh.
But I agree, if people knew all the lyrics to “You are My Sunshine”, beyond the chorus, they wouldn’t sing it, because it isn’t very sunny.

On the statue – that porcelain lady, her expression doesn’t exactly say “wow, I hate sticking my finger up this chicken’s touch hole” if it were me I’d be making a Calvin face
http://currentsurroundings.com/content/random/calvin-hobbes/calvin_and_hobbes_004.jpg

 


Comment from Veeshir
Time: August 9, 2017, 4:36 am

What is she doing to that chicken?
Exactly, Feynmangroupie, that look is priceless. It’s quite impressive in porcelain and paint.

 


Comment from Timbo
Time: August 9, 2017, 5:42 am

I thought it was Ladt Di doing chicken porn.

 


Comment from iamfelix
Time: August 9, 2017, 6:47 am

LOL Stoaty, “Gentle” annoyed me for the exact same reason. Always wondered what pitiful bint would find *that* declaration of love attractive? 😉

 


Comment from iamfelix
Time: August 9, 2017, 6:54 am

PS Love the chicken lady.

 


Comment from Tim Carlson
Time: August 9, 2017, 8:39 am

The real question – who to poach the next round. If I remember, that is…it’s always at 11AM Pacific time, and I always forget…

Oh, my. No wonder I’m always late. That’s 2AM or 3AM my time.

I have my ‘newish’ pick for this week – and it’s a doozy.

Back to the chicken – how often do chickens get egg-bound? Can it rectify naturally? Can the chicken die from it? I’m thinking of starting a smallish farm up in Bulacan, but nobody every told me I’d have to mess with chicken orifices. Sheesh.

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: August 9, 2017, 9:23 am

Got to agree durnedyankee. I used to wander around humming You Are My Sunshine – then one day I heard the full song. Never felt the same about it since.

Sad news about Glen Campbell – not too many people (certainly over here) know he was a great guitarist before he became known as a singer/songwriter.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 9, 2017, 9:29 am

Yes, that is what you do when a chicken gets an egg stuck. Or one of the things. It’s I believe the most common cause of death in hens. Very bad mojo.

I thought Mapp was eggbound once when I was a new and inexperienced keeper of chooks. We went through much drama, including that pictured. Turns out, she was just broody.

 


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: August 9, 2017, 1:39 pm

Glen Campbell was a star for something like 50 years; “By the Time I Get to Phoenix” came out in the fall of 1967. “Gentle on My Mind,” I recall reading, was issued only to rise to about #80 on the Billboard Hot 100, then became a big hit (as it should have been; it’s well-written) when it was re-released the next year.

He had a short period where he fell off the radar, say 1972-1975, but then “Rhinestone Cowboy” put him back on top.

No, as an actor he was no threat to Laurence Olivier. He’s not very good in “True Grit” or in “Norwood”; I don’t know what else he did in film. But then, Olivier couldn’t play guitar the way Campbell could. So I guess it evens out.

 


Comment from durnedyankee
Time: August 9, 2017, 4:23 pm

@Uncle B
Heh – most people learn songs and don’t think about the words I guess. Proof being, we wouldn’t really try and lull our children to sleep by singing to them that their cradle is going to plummet and cartwheel out of a tree when the branches break.
Sleep tight now little Timmy!

“it’s knowing that your back door’s always open
and your furniture is gone”

 


Comment from *Porcelain.JPG*
Time: August 9, 2017, 7:01 pm

What really happened.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 9, 2017, 9:52 pm

Oh, dear…was this pic trending on Imgur? I hate that.

 

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