Open Thread by Anne Laurie| May 31, 20105:05 pm| 23 CommentsThis post is in: Humorous, Open ThreadsFacebookTweetEmailThe entire blogoverse in four panels…
This is a decent post for such a shitty blog.
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@MikeJ: The comments are terrible, and so short, too!
Right now, the hamburgers and hotdogs are on the grill, fresh potato salad is made and the beer is cold.
It’s all I can do to appreciate that.
Quaker in a Basement
Why is that woman handcuffed to her chair?
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@Quaker in a Basement: It makes listening to Johnny Paycheck less excruciating plus you can’t strangle yourself as easily.
Is that Andrew Sullivan in the cartoon? It looks like him, but without the Burke and the Oakshotte.
I laughed a little too hard at this, because I hate country music as a genre, but I love Johnny Cash and Tammy Wynette. How can you listen Wynette sing “D-I-V-O-R-C-E” and not get weepy?
@Quaker in a Basement: That is not a chair. It is a scooter.
And if Social Security did not reimburse her for it, its free.
I get why this would be put in the “open thread” category.
But I am still scratching my nuts over why it is in “humor.”
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Also, one word. Ok, two words: Patsy Cline.
Amy’s making something called a peanut butter cake. As soon as it’s out of the oven, we’re going for a walk in the park so we can burn enough calories to be able to eat a piece of it.
Just watched Taking Chance on HBO. Tears your heart out.
Belafon (formerly anonevent)
“And much of modern country music sounds very much like top-40 pop.”
Most of my country music listening friends hate it when I say that.
It was when I started drinking a lot of wine that I learned to like things that I don’t like.
Once in a while I’d run into something I didn’t like, or outright hated, but was really interesting anyway. There’s sometimes so much interesting stuff going on in a wine that you kind of forget that you don’t like it.
Same thing with beer. There’s a lot of exciting brewing going on, but it seems like the biggest thing happening among American brewers and drinkers is IPAs and double-IPAs. These hops bombs are very much the thing in the US. I hate them, but they’re really interesting anyway. It’s like overhearing a heated argument in a foreign language–you know there’s a lot going on, and it’s important to somebody, but that somebody sure ain’t you.
Way I like to put it is: “I ain’t gonna turn up my nose at a wine just because I don’t like it.”
I can’t help but be fascinated and impressed at the work the ROV operators are doing down there. They’re currently cutting through some of the support pipes in the riser package.
Too bad they can’t bother to show us this kind of work on productive activities. The public might have a greater appreciation for things.
There’s one ROV holding onto the pipe being cut through with about an 18″ diamond saw blade on another arm. A 2nd ROV has a strap around the pipe to pull it away when its cut loose. A few minutes ago, the 2nd ROV was tightening a nut on the first ROVs saw blade.
Word. I was raised on Country. I was young and not really in control of what I listened to, and mom and dad liked Merle Haggard and George Jones and Tammy Wynette. You know, that lot.
I don’t hear much country today, but when I do, it sounds just like what we called Top 40 when I was younger. (I have no idea what Top 40 sounds like today.) Seems like any old pop musician with a twang and a cowboy hat can call hisself Country.
I can see a rotary blade in that shot.
@ricky: I think it’s a Hoveround.
and the country I have “get” to listen to when the gf drives is basically bland, generic pop music, so yeah, top-40.
I do like alt-country, no depression, americana, rockabilly or whatever is today’s word for that genre, although it may be kind of dying
“9 out of 10 Hoveround owners got their Power Chair at little or no cost. Medicare paid most of the wheelchair expense for them.* ”
“*Insurance coverage depends on medical necessity as determined by insurer. Valid doctor’s prescription required.Licensed in the state of Illinois.”
You gotta imagine yourself old enough to not be able to read that last paragraph. It’s real tiny at their website. Call it alt-wheelchair. It’s still a scooter in my book.
The people who were involved in the production of “honky tonk badonkadonk” and all similar music can kill themselves and the world will be a better place for it.