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If we don’t get a good – or at least interesting – answer to the Sam Hill question, I’m gonna feel free to make something up. Be warned, Google’rs, that it will involve feather boas.

Harrumph.

What about ladies engaging in carnal activity with peanuts? I think we need some of those.

Teddy Roosevelt and the Rough Riders charged up Sam Hill during the recent unpleasantness with Spain.

Everybody knows that.

Sam Hill, that’s well known. I want to know about his cousin, Boot Hill.

Parade is over, every year I tell myself, “this is the last year I’m doing the parade committee volunteer thingy.” Criminey I needed a shot of whiskey at about… sunrise. Gotta say the Obama float was pretty well done. The McCain float you might ask? Pffft, wasn’t one.

These folks showed up again: The New Buffalo Soldiers. One of my favorites. Now can I have a dram?

Woy yoy yoy, woy yoyyoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoyyoy yoy!

Well, my father said “Sam Hill” was a mistake for
“Sam Hall,” the lead bad guy in a song going
back some hundreds of years. And if that jogs no
gray cells, the chorus includes the deathless lines

“My name it is Sam Hall, Sam Hall,”
“And I hate you one and all, darn yer eyes.”

Except darn was something else. And Teddy charged up
San Juan hill. Close but no seegar.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Hill

Wiki’s version of Sam Hill
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Hill_(euphemism)

McGoo, I hear Evercleanse will take a load off. Personaaly, I prefer an apple or some prunes.

Freaking Akismet…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Hill

I think it’s a nod to Teddy Roosevelt’s charge up Sam Juan Hill.

OK. We have:
– feather boas,
-Dionne Quintuplets,
– the peanut lady, an what she does or has done to her,
– Teddy Roosevelt going up San Juan Hill (Saint John, brother of Sam),
– Sam Hills’ cousin, Boot Hill,
– Sam Hall – distant relation and all-around fucktard to Sam,
– Evercleanse.

Now I have to add Henry Hill, the Mafia Goodfella Wiseguy of Hollywood fame, Benny Hill, a distant British uncle, and Anita Hill, who ate Clarance Thomas’ pubic hair.

I’m beginning to get an inkling. No, wait, I just need a shower. Forget that…

Any other contributions??

I had one, but Akismet ATE IT.

🙁

…and not a Weasel in sight!

It’s doomed, Jill.

Up the thread, McGoo. I released it, but I didn’t mention it because I had just woken from a nap and there was the matter of pie to attend to.

That must be a blood sugar thing, you think? Waking up wanting sweets?

Wease, bring pie now.

🙂

I’m sitting here, nibbling on freshly picked candy corn. Mmm-mm!

I envy people who can nap. I can’t. I lie down, and I’m out for the count.
If I do wake up, I am so crabby it should be considered a felony.

I’m not big on sweets as a rule, and especially not pie, but I’ve been on a pie kick lately. Must be the change of seasons. I craved this pumpkin pie something fierce.

Happily, I’ve discovered you can buy the pie, cut it into slices and freeze it and then just snap off a slice and heat it up at will.

This would be even easier if I still had a microwave 🙁

Time to refresh the google-bait.

tranny bicycle
morphic spleen
unwrapped gedunk
montana gargle
april molasses
presidential waif

/You’re welcome.

The Presidential waif’s eyes grew large and round
As the unwrapped gedunk revealed April molasses by the pound.

She hopped aboard her tranny bicycle adroitly,
And headed in a direction described as Detroitly.

“I use Montana gargle,” said she, peddling,
“To keep my morphic spleen from meddling.”

“With my couplet-constructing,
And my Weez-blog destructing.”

Ah. Hitting the Sterno early tonight I see, JW.

Unwrapped gedunk aptly describes Wardo nowadays – eh, jw?

Weaz – you’ll simply have to eat the whole thing. It’s the only way to be sure. I’d help, but I have a debilitating hangnail.

Got a hit the other day for “piehole”. I guess this is why:

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/piehole

well, I wouldn’t call it hitting, Weez…. Gargling With Intent To Swill is the charge that more easily comes to mind.

And piehole is one of my favorite words, Steam. Thank you.

The piehole video is one of the DSB’s favorites.

Nice. Very nice.

Whenever I extricate myself from Cubicle Hell, I’m hoping to do more Flash and video stuff. I’ve got the tools and the skillz, I just haven’t had the time.

Oh, Weaz! You could do some wicked animation videos! I’m visualizing Catsophone concertos at the very least!

…and think of the political messages you could create – what with all the visual raw material available on the Net and the court rulings on “use for parody” laws? There’s no limit!

I know, McGoo, I know. I’ve been itching to do it. But I can’t download video at work, which puts a crimp in things.

I don’t have a huge amount of experience in video editing, but the experience I have is using consumer tools that I already own, so it’s not like I have to buy a zillion dollars of equipment.

I’m sure somebody’s already cut together a quick-cut reel of Biden gaffes, or seven solid minutes of Obama’s “uhhhs”…but I haven’t been able to find them.

I made an interesting pot of soup this weekend.

I took a pound of bulk sweet Italian sausage, browned that in a deep wok-esque pan, added one medium chopped onion and one chopped large red bell pepper…let that cook until soft, added a couple of tablespoons of chopped garlic (jarred – not as potent) and then added a 48 ounce can of chicken broth, one large can pureed plum tomatoes, a large bunch of spinach, finely chopped, salt, pepper,…let that come to a slow simmer…added two one-pound diced baking potatoes…and once those softened, a bag of frozen ricotta cavatelli. I also added chopped basil and chili powder to taste.

It was very, very good. I would make it again but I would use hot Italian sausage instead of sweet. The potatoes gave it a nice thick consistency, but it wasn’t starchy at all.

I served it with a nice artisan bread, roughly cut into chunks. Grated parmesan cheese on top of the soup is a nice finish.

In case I failed to mention it, in addition to being a Democrat…I’m also a foodie. 🙂

It sounds like the kielbasa soup they used to serve at the company canteen. Wonderful going down, but later gave everyone weapons-grade gas.

“Pssssst…did the boss have the kielbasa today?”
“Yes!”
“…god save us all…”

I’ve printed that recipe out, Jill, and will try it next week. A full report will be forthcoming. I’ve been feeling like getting back into soup-making for a week or two, but my usual recipes were not getting me excited.

Yeah, Stoaty. You said it. The important thing is to have tried-n-true tools available. That way you can concentrate on the creativity (y’know – the fun part!) without getting distracted by the software. I know exactly how you feel, and am really excited for you!

I’m guessing McGoo is interested in the recipe FOR the potential deadly intestinal gas.

Still, I’m a big soup person, myself. I like food that comes in bowls and is eaten with spoons. I think in my last life, I was David Copperfield. Or maybe Solzhenitsyn.

That latter is kind of awkward, since our lives overlapped for decades.

Okay, you know what? I think I’ve reached that point in the evening where I should hang up my keyboard and watch DVD’s for a while.

pie?

McGoo, I was in one of those “let’s throw all this into a pot and see if it works” moods. It was good. Reminded me of an old Italian recipe for, oh, I don’t know, pasta fagiole or something. Be sure to use hot sausage and go easy on the chili powder unless you want something five-alarm.

I have a recipe for something called A Walk In The Woods soup. Very hearty, with long grain rice and mushrooms ‘n junk. I’ll have to dig it out for yinz.

Wease, I want to see a weasel cigarette goil. You know, the kind of dames that used to work in the high class joints (said in a Bugs Bunny accent) like The Stork Club and Ciro’s in the 40’s…’cigars, cigarettes’…carrying a box on a harness around the neck…tarty but hot.

http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb149/kcitroni/CigaretteGirl.jpg

Don’t ask me why. I just do.

Thanks! I’d like the WintheW recipe, when you can get around to it! It’s starting to get cool/cold mornings, and that puts me into homemade soup mode. Now I’ll be messin’ with soups ’til March. Anything with rice and mushies can’t taste bad. I love wild rice.

Okay, Jill, that’s FUCKING CREEPY.

I just had a terrible, unexplained desire to see the “hey big spender” sequence from Sweet Charity, so I looked it up on YouTube.

Quick! Somebody pick a lottery number!

Shoot. That’s not even the right one, either. I want the cinema version…

“a full report….” Heh-heh.

Soup?

Water, peas, bacon, stock…cream.. umm.. more peas… more bacon.

What? What!?

Wease – I do that sometimes. And haven’t picked a winning lottery number YET.

JW: root-a-toot-poot!

Sounds like Cream of Pea and Bacon Soup, Badge’…lol

Around Stately JW Manor, we call it “tuning the tuba.”

Also: “Stepping on one of those African barking spiders.”

AAAAHHhhheheheeeheheheeeeheheheheheehohthathurtshahahahaha. Ha.(wipes tears of laughter from face, reassures cats). Well, if Jill can request a Weasely cigarette goil, I wanna Weasel interpretation of an African barking spider. In its natural, pre-stepped-on state.

What?

I’m very fond of spiders. Good thing too as we have a lot of ’em up here in the soggy corner of the map.

You know, ever since you showed me the pic of the original model for the cute sleepy weekend weasel, it just hasn’t been the same to me.

I’m not complaining. Just observing that some things really are better not knowing.

And I even cleaned it up a little for you, Dave. The original roadkill weasel was wearing some of his innards on his outards.

Ew. All that innardly stuff’s supposed to stay in there. Why do you think god hid it inside, anyway? ‘Cause its icky.

And somewhere along the way, God said, “Yuck! Elemiah! Stuff this in that meat sack where it won’t be seen!”, and it was so…

Yes, I plan on ‘trumpeting the dawn’ multiple times after chowing down on Jill’s soup.

Oof. Dude in my office died over the weekend. He’d been fighting some unspecified kind of cancer for months; came in looking feebler and feebler. I think he was in the office last week; certainly the week before. It’s amazing how many people elect to work right up to the last minute. I don’t think it’s what *I* would do, but I guess it’s a kind of defiance.

I worked with the guy for 25 years, but we weren’t exactly buds. I remember a meeting in the early Nineties when he hooked his thumbs in his lapels and opined that this Internet thing was just a worthless fad. I almost came straight across the table at him.

Oh, well. Poor bastard.

Wow. Bubba’s looking crap these days. This is an AFP photo from the campaign trail.

He’s got that thin face, fat butt old man thing going. I don’t think I’ve seen him from the neck down for a while, and I guess this is why.

When I saw your comment, the first thing I thought was, “What was the dude doing in your office (cubicle) over the weekend?”

My second thought was, “Strange things always happen to our Stoat!”

My sympathies for your cow orker.

Slick Willy is getting that “Jimmy Carter, dazed” look.

McGoo, I hope you aren’t disappointed, but this soup didn’t seem to make me or the DSB a Butt Beiderbecke.

🙂

some of his innards on his outards.

heh heh. I’m a big softy. Ask anyone.

Jill – I went to the grocer this morning and got all the ingredients (sans the ricotti stuff; I’ll fake it), unloaded it all, and then rubbed my arms in satisfaction (and because I was chilly).

That’s when I found this HUGE golfball-sized LUMP on my elbow, where no lump had been earlier and no lump had any right to be!

Short story – 2 hrs in emergency room, diagnosis of inflamed bursa (my bursa was bursta-ing), and injection and meds, and no heavy lifting for a few days. Rats.

So I didn’t cook today. Tomorrow…while I’m doing nothing else…

Huge golfball-sized lumps on the elbow really suck, McGoo. Glad it was something relatively benign.

Hope the meds were something vaguely in the poppy family. You told them it hurt like a bastard, right?

Of course I told them it hurt! Silly stoat! 🙂
My Pinocchio schnoz musta grown a yard as I dissembled expertly and got the meds!

And they gave me steroids, too – so look out Governor Schwarzenegger!

It’s a no-biggy, Weasel, but thanks for the sympathy. Mainly – I was STUNNED when I found it because (shhh!) it didn’t hurt at all. I was afraid I’d been bitten by something.