The following contains material NSFW. You’ve been warned.
My father passed away recently. This is my first parent to die, and it was not pleasant. Death never is, but my dad had an a-fib issue and walked into the hospital and never left. There was little communication from the doctors about what was wrong and the only information we got was when we asked questions. The part that I’m most upset about is we left at dinner time for the shift change and when we came back he had been intubated and we never got to speak to him again. I was there until the end. I’m glad I was, but it sucked. I know some other Glibs have been going through the same, and my heart goes out to you.
We spent a few days cleaning out some of the stuff in his house and since my dad never threw anything away, we found some interesting things. Lots of random things like pens and pencils that were 40-50 years old, correspondence where he was arguing over $2.00 (yes, two dollars), and every receipt for at least a decade. He also saved stuff that most everyone would have thrown away. It led to a lot of clutter, but not quite near a hoarding level. Some of it he had a plan for because he was an engineer he always thought “how can I make that?” He bought a large HVAC air filter for $1.00 and then cut it down and made it fit the smaller size that was needed. You know, instead of spending the $3.00 for the right size. He was retired so he had the time to do it I guess.
Then we started opening drawers. If there are things you don’t want your kids to find, put them in a box and write “DO NOT OPEN! BURN UPON MY DEATH!” But if you want to creep your kids out, leave it for them to find. This way you get the last laugh.
The story behind this is my dad would go to NASCAR races with some friends. Since he was single they decided to get him a girlfriend. So they named the doll Mabel and dressed her up in lingerie and she sat next to my dad while they drank beer and watched women go by in the infield.
Playboys from this era certainly had a lot of things to read in them. The words on the cover remind me of clickbait now – hot nurses! Hot stewardesses! Girls of the Big 10! And I guess the Canadian women are exotic because they are foreigners or something. “You won’t believe how hot they get when the temperature rises above freezing!” I wonder if it’s the same girls in these photo shoots just with different outfits. I mean no one looks at their faces anyway, right?
Then there’s his DVD collection. Some of them are unopened. You can guess which ones those are.
And two copies of “The Joy of Sex?”
I don’t know if being a pervert is hereditary but there’s a lot of supporting evidence here.
My dad also had a small collection of old coins, mostly late 1800s to early 1900s. Nothing of significant value, but he does have one from 1805. It’s worn and tarnished as you would expect something over 200 years old to be, but the untold history of it I’m sure is fascinating. He had a bunch of Confederate States of America money which when I first saw it looked fake. I haven’t had it verified for authenticity, so unless it’s from a board game from the 1950s it’s probably legit.
We found a lot of pictures, documents, and random items. We never talked about the family tree on that side, but some quick research on the Internet revealed my grandfather had some step-siblings. My uncle may know so I might ask him. My great-grandfather was from Italy, specifically a small town between the toes and the arch of the foot area. Lots of southern Italians migrated to northern West Virginia during the coal boom, and I’m guessing mine came over in the early 1900s. Finding out more details about my ancestors is on my to-do list.
My mom and my dad got divorced when I was only a year or two old. He saved their wedding announcement for some reason. I’m not good at math, but their wedding date is only 6 months before my sister was born. But wait, it gets better! My mother’s name on the marriage certificate is not her maiden name! It appears she had been married before to a name I don’t recognize. I don’t know if I’ll ask her about it. I’ve talked to my sister about this and we had a good laugh.
Since my parents got divorced when I was young I didn’t see much of my dad growing up. We reconnected during college and afterwards when we both lived in Michigan. We were able to have some good times, and while building a relationship was difficult at times, I’m glad we did. He drove out to Nashville this last Thanksgiving, and we had a great visit. We saw Ford v. Ferrari and really enjoyed it. He was a mechanical engineer and a car guy so we talked about the swapping of the wheel hub instead of the brakes. That’s from the movie if it doesn’t make sense to you.
I suppose there is always some regret in a relationship over things that were never said or done, or things that were. He was the definition of a curmudgeon and independent until the end. But like I said at his funeral, “he made people happy. He made people mad. These were often the same people.”
We were in Houston over the weekend and it was harder this time going through his things. Maybe it will be easier the next time we are there. I think the part I struggle with is he had a lot of things he liked to do and things he wanted to do, but they were left undone. Did he lose interest or was he just unable to do them? Or was he too busy smoking a cigar on the back patio?
If you are in the Houston area, or are willing to come to Houston to pick this all up, I have a shit-ton of reloading supplies and equipment – presses, powder, shot, 12 gauge shells, pistol and rifle brass, and bullets I’m looking to depart with. Ask SP to pass along a message.
Oh, man! I laughed, and I teared up.
That was somehow lovely and awkward at the same time! i like the “Those were sometimes the same people” comment you made at the funeral.
My sympathy, and also my gratitude at being allowed a glimpse in.
I had the same thought on that line from the eulogy; that’s pretty damn good.
Thanks Hayek. That was one of his finest qualities.
“He was the definition of a curmudgeon and independent until the end. But like I said at his funeral, ‘he made people happy. He made people mad. These were often the same people.'”
I see that hayek and Ozy already posted comments in this regard (and possibly other commentators will do so before I respond, since I often take a long time to write a comment).
Nonetheless, I will add the thoughts that I had when I first read the remarks of yours that I quoted above.
First, I think it admirable that you spoke, and in addition to that you personalized your message for yourself and those who knew your father.
The individuals who were present (or who will read your eulogy later) will likely resonate with what you said (they will read later).
Secondly, if anyone cares to speak at my funeral and they state the same things about me* that you did with regards to your father, I would be very pleased with their assessment of me.
*Naturally, I will be dead at the time and depending upon one’s views I would either be unaware or somehow aware and pleased.
In brevity: “There was little communication from the doctors about what was wrong and the only information we got was when we asked questions. The part that I’m most upset about is we left at dinner time for the shift change and when we came back he had been intubated and we never got to speak to him again.”
A buddy of mine worked for hospitals and his opinion is that their “business model” is orientated toward cost-effectiveness rather than patient care.
“I was there until the end. I’m glad I was, but it sucked.”
In time perhaps you will realize that being there at the end is better for your conscience than not, although the toll it may take upon you will perhaps be permanent.
I try to keep many things private, McGinty, although I have recently given thought to posting something comforting to “Yusef drives a Kia” and others such as yourself. Thus, as cold-hearted as I can be, I will provide this email for the two of you (and those who will have similar experiences in the near future): CharlesEasterlyHimself@gmail.com.
A note: I will ignore anything and everyone that seems fraudulent, insincere, abusive of my goodwill, or otherwise displeasing to me, with myself being the sole adjudicator, arbiter, et cetera et cetera of such matters.
*begins typing email*
Thanks for the kind words Charles.
Very sorry for your loss, IB.
… And now I need to go do some “cleaning” in case something unexpected happens toward me. (I have daughters).
/runs from room to bedroom closet
Thanks Ozy.
Yeah, we didn’t find anything like that when Mom died, and she was a hoarder.
There were a lot of old pictures, including my sister in her octagon frame glasses 😆
I found some of my sister and I when we were very young that I hadn’t seen in years. In one we had matching outfits my mom made. I’d like to forget that one…
I grew up in the 70s, so it was plaid pants for us kids. 😮
Yeah the photo was from about 1978 or 1979. Ugh.
I was wearing Holly Hobby dresses that matched my sister’s and our friend/neighbor’s daughter who completed our trifecta. Our moms made us all matching dresses and shopped together. It’s weird seeing the neighbor mom now (She lives in Oceanside) because she has home decor that I grew up with too!
70s fashion was something else.
70s fashion was something else.
Halter top and elephant flares!
It was a weird, cool time.
I’ve shared this pic once before…
https://www.amazon.com/photos/shared/tP2dJvQZSJCDsRHOSdb3tQ.4moRR6QqmMZk_nJp9LX_qg
Speaking of Redd Kross and 70s, you ever see The Spirit of ’76? Silly but (IMO) funny.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100670
The spirit of ’76 – more mullets edition
Toxeth:
I haven’t but now I must!
For you!
Not to be confused with Jellyfish. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AgdgptaBma8
I had that album!
Here’s another good one.
Thanks, Toxteth. This has been a fun trip back!
Before Mom got dementia, Dad was able to remodel one of the bathrooms, in a house built in 1974. The other still has the avocado green vanity, although the toilet did get replaced sometime along the way.
Avocado Green and Harvest Gold….
/My Bathroom now,
We had a Harvest Gold kitchen.
And pint-sized leisure suits.
Fuck. My mom has a picture from a wedding in 1977. It’s me, my younger brother and my cousin in matching blue leisure suits. Granted, I was a striking 10 year old, but really, mom?
What was with the prom tuxedos that had white ruffled shirts with blue piping??
Lol! It was groovy, baby!
I hope I don’t regret it, but:
Ted S.’ prom photo
Damn, son! You took 3 chicks to prom?! The “S” stands for “Stud”!
Actually, I went stag. 🙁
The photo was sort of a gag.
Yeah, Ted, that pic raises more questions than it answer’s.
For you.
S’eriously.
Teds a fucking playa!
Brilliant!
I know two, unrelated, young New Orleans ladies with the given name Cassette. One spells it exactly as one would think, but the other spells it Cas’ette… or, as she says “C – A – S – coma to the top – E – T – T – E”.
I need to dig up and scan in the picture of me in my little plaid leisure suit.
After my Dad died, we got out the slide projector to see old pictures. I got ribbed for the white bellbottoms. Revenge was the very next slide – my younger brother wearing shorts and a turtle neck.
In the 80s we all had those “rose tinted” fades, with the darker tint at the top. Plastic frames. All totally unflattering.
We’d figured out a style at the local optical shop (WWWWAAAAAYYYY before Lenscrafters) that even i couldn’t destroy during my early years as a budding scientist/engineer. But I routinely removed them to go swim, and the poodle invariably found them (a standard poodle, good sized) and chewed them up. The optical shop finally laid in a steady supply of those goofy blue/pink blend monstrosities.
Why are parents so mean to their nerdy children???
I think my mom and sister went to an actual eye doctor. The doctor’s son went to school with my sister, and now he’s an eye doctor, the one my Dad sees.
Wrong color, but your comment reminded me of this.
Like this, but with tinting
Heh, mom-glasses.
Totally! I think i had that when I was 11 yo
Rhywun: I guess Liverpool has a dust problem too. (Why does the Reply option disappear after a few indentations?)
Blow-up doll brings to mind a recent Curb episode.
sorry for your loss.
Glibs are really on a string of bad luck. I’ll be praying for you all, please pray for me as well.
Thanks Lack.
“He was the definition of a curmudgeon and independent until the end”
Between this and his other pastimes he would have fit in here just fine.
+1 Lay some coochie on me!
Given his, ahem, collections, I’m thinking Ol’ McGinty Sr. and Q would have gotten on quite well!
I tried to convince Mrs. McGinty to keep the DVDs but she pointed out we don’t have a DVD player. Dang.
Um…what?
You’re a hipster! Or Amish.
No DVD player? Or pc with a dvd…
All of the movies I watch are “on demand”. Of course Mrs. McGinty could have been lying to me. Hmmm.
Dude.
I’m torn between feeling really bad for you and wanting to get a tattoo of your old man on my arm.
Still, this is a beautiful eulogy, in a weird way.
I’m sorry for your loss, but I’ll toast your old man. RIP McGinty senior.
P.S. Is that doll still in the original packaging? Asking for a friend.
Thanks Tundra. I believe the doll was inflated and then put back in the box. If your “friend” is interested I can send it your way. I mean their way.
Majorly on topic.
http://archive.li/IqPkU
#2
12 is the bunny boiler
13 will cut you
17 can have my babies
also, at least 1 dude in that set.
There’s some nice choices in there. It’s a shame that 12 wants to kill your pets.
39 is Glibfit.
I think this was a very nice tribute to him. Sweet with a side of snark and porn. Very fitting for this place.
I’m sorry for your loss.
Thanks Sean.
Nice story, I. B.
I remember when my last grandparent died about fourteen years ago we had to go through some of his belongings and my brother and I started digging out all the random crap in his 1947 Plymouth sedan that I always coveted(didn’t get it) and when we opened up the glove box we found a stash of Playboys in there along with a small cardboard Santa Claus that was drinking a bottle of whisky with one hand while his other hand was around his crotch. When you pulled a lever in the back, he tipped the bottle away from his mouth while his cock slid out from his other hand.
WTF, grandpa!?
And it finally dawned on me about a month ago where your handle comes from. Hilarious.
Of course sorry for your loss man. This place has seen a bit of a rough start this year, that’s for certain.
That’s funny about the santa claus! My husband’s dad (1st Gen Italian immigrant coal miner/tavern owner/bootlegger/tavern owner (in that order)) had a little wooden trinket, a folk artsy thing of a man wearing a plaid overcoat. If you pushed his head down, his little wooden shlong would shoot out from his overcoat.
Probably one of a kind. And probably with good reason.
Ha! Nice.
My grandfather was an ornery old fart. He and his woman would go to the bar to dance and drink at least twice a month into his early eighties. He chewed Red Man, smoked cigars, and gave me my first sip of beer…when I was six. My father didn’t like him, but us grandkids always got a kick out of him.
My favorite picture of him is when he was at my mom’s boyfriend’s birthday party many, many years ago. He was wearing one of those baseball helmets with the alcohol holders mounted on the sides filled with vodka and the funnel running into his mouth, booze spilling onto the table from his lips, flipping off the camera.
Thanks TH. I got some of my grandparents porn as well. Old slides for a slide projector. Fortunately none of them look like my grandmother.
Well thank god for small blessings!
I’m sorry for your loss
Thanks Tulip.
We never know. We learn that our parents are human, they have the same needs, desires and sometimes the frailties we have. I’m glad you were able to get to know your father before he left. I have no idea what a relationship like that might be.
I have said that my own closet is full of skeletons that I’ve managed to keep hidden and some may get exposed someday. Then they will be forgotten or ignored or forgiven.
If I was closer I’d certainly have an interest in the reloading supplies but someone else will be able to use them better than I. I have the same problem as you are talking about, lots of supplies and don’t use them much. I really liked your article, my Dad has been gone over 50 years and I still miss him. I didn’t see him much his last years. The same thing is happening with my own kids/grandkids. We don’t see them often and at some point they will feel guilty, too. Thanks, IB and sad to hear of your loss.
I have said that my own closet is full of skeletons that I’ve managed to keep hidden and some may get exposed someday. Then they will be forgotten or ignored or forgiven.
Or laughed about on Glibs.
Yeah, that too. Like being the last kid picked for a team in gym class.
Hey! I was that kid!
That’s why you purge before you’re dead. I have. LOL!
I think I’d rather open a box and find Grandpa’s porn that his collection of enemas.
Or a suitcase full of delicate attire, in Grandpa’s size…complete with photos
Ick.
Sorry for your loss, I.B. Looking through an old briefcase, I found nude photos of a female LP stalwart given me about 40 years ago. After a quick perusal, I shredded them. I hope she did the same so her kids don’t find them someday.
Thanks Fourscore.
I lost my Parents some years ago, and it hurts, My Condolences, OTOH I never, ever went into my Wife’s Purse until today, looking for her ID, the things you find…
Same to you Yusef.
I’m sorry you lost your dad, IB. My dad passed away in 2004. Some of your anecdotes resonate, even though my dad was married to his high school sweet heart his whole life. Thank you.
Thanks Spud.
OT: Any local beers worth searching out in Mississippi?
Mississippi Mud.
Thats actually made in NY.
I replied when the old thread was deceased. I’ve enjoyed Lazy Magnolia whenever I’m in MS.
It’s not deceased. It’s just resting.
Pining for the fjords?
Thanks Shpip.
Anyone in particular you recommend?
Coming through? Do shout out.
Whatever you do, don’t do this. I love dark beers, but this pecan porter is pointless, a 1.8 on a 5.0 = 512 Pecan Porter scale. Watery and basically pointless.
As a MS native, I’m high on the things to come out of the state: Ray Guy, Mary Ann Mobley, Jim Henson, Jerry Rice, Oprah Winfrey, Archie Manning, Muddie Waters, Walter Payton, Elvis Presley, James Earl Jones, Faith Hill.
But that beer sucks.
Yup. Here all week, unfortunately very little play time, unless you’re local to me after work hours.
Trying to spend some time at the civil war battlefield at Vicksburg outside of work.
Thanks for the heads up- as a dark beer drinker that was one of the ones I was considering. Sounds like a let down.
Sorry about your Dad, McGinty. And thanks for the really touching/entertaining article. Only here would we read a “eulogy” such as this. RIP Old Man McGinty.
Thanks Mike.
On topic, I went to Vegas and signed the DC, made all the arrangements, they were cool, no pressure, now? who knows….
Good to hear and know all is going reasonably well, Pardner
Thanks, for now, it’s TCB and Golf, i may open my Toy shop again, fun and profit!
DoorDash, food for old drunk Guys…
Hell, it’s food for slightly younger, lazy guys, too.
Sorry about this.
Best father/son song ever.
Fourscore’s comment reminded me of this song. And made me feel guilty about not seeing my parents often enough.
Yep, I was triggered by that, too.
I went to see my folks yesterday. I don’t do it nearly enough. My dad and I don’t see eye to eye on a lot of stuff, but he’s definitely a big part of of my accomplishments.
Go see them.
I hear that in my son’s (and daughter’s) voice. I understand that because now I remember my own long absences. My parents never complained and so I never complain.
One day “We’ll get together then” and that part is factually true.
I was afraid that’s what it was. And Harry Chapin was the shiznit.
Harry, love it…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34D88cHBjy8
My favorite Harry song – the most uplifting one of his that I know.
IBMcG, thanks for sharing this with us. I hope it gave you some comfort to tell it, and I hope we’re giving some comfort in our own…quirky way.
Thanks GT. It did help to write it and relive some of the memories.
“I was afraid that’s what it was.”
I thought that Tundra’s link lead to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfnhHDhPrQE" this .
I find it interesting that the link that I posted works despite my error.
I grew up in the same town as the Chapins. I still remember the shock when we heard he was dead (I was about 11).
My brother was friends with Josh, who Harry wrote that song about.
A nice family and a terrible loss.
Porn Titles:
Womb Raider
Jurassic Pork
The Da Vinci Load
Pulp Friction
Game of Bones
Village of the Rammed
Saturday Night Beaver
40 Gays in 40 Nights
Fill Bill
Breast Side Story
LOL that’s a new one to me
But the others weren’t?!
Yes, I’ve heard of most of the others – probably here. No idea if they’re even real or not.
I’ll add my favorite – which I’ve probably mentioned before –
Shaving Ryan’s Privates
Beaverjuice
Edward Penishands
“Saving Ryan’s Privates”
and my personal favorite, “Air-Tight Grannies”
You made me LOL. Sounds like something Tundra’s friend would be interested in.
I’m still chuckling.
Damn should have refreshed
“Ass Ventura, Crack Detective”
“Down on Abby”
“Buffy the Vampire Layer”
“21 Hump Street”
“The Womb Raider”
“Napornean Dynamite”
“Legally Boned”
“A Clockwork Orgy”
“Saturday Night Beaver”
“The Sex Files”
Some I haven’t seen:
The Horneymooners
Forest Hump
Big Bang Theory XXX
The Rocky Whore Picture Show
Peter Pan XXX
How the Grinch Gaped Christmas
Hairy Twatter
The Big Lebowski XXX
Inglorious Bitches
Loose Times at Ridley High
Babewatch
Gone in 69 Seconds
I Dream of Jenna
Meet the Fuckers 4
Miami Spice
The Orifice
Getting it Up with the Kardassians
Sunset Stripped
Charlie’s Devils
The Great British Bonk Off
Thighs Wide Open
Tits a Wonderful Life
Flesh Dance
Night of the Giving Head
Snatch Adams
A Rear and Pleasant Danger
Swingin’ in the Rain
The Boobs of Hazzard
The Texas Vibrator Massacre
Dawg the Booty Hunter
Lust on the Orient Express
Rambone
The Adventures of Dickman and Throbbin
“A Clancy Master-Piece”
/this is the title that won me over
My favorites
These names are hilarious. A couple others I’ve seen:
Catcher in the Rear
Swallow the Yellow Thick Load
OMG that’s poetry
Womb raider is my fav.
Sorry for your loss IB, the house clean out can be rough emotionally, sounds like you weathered that well.
I get to do that, not looking forward to it, daughter gets the China, Sister gets the pictures (family archivist) otherwise, SA?
My wise sis-in-law took charge of my parents’ stuff when we moved them out of their old house to a closer place to bro and sis.
She used Angie’s list to find an estate seller and just had them swoop in like a SWAT team and get it all where the demand was. She knew that asking me and bro and sis would just prolong the pain and lead nowhere but awkwardness.
Problem solved, money deposited to Mom & Dad, who have zero memory of the crap that is now gone. (Mom was near-hoarder level.)
One of my brothers and I did it after my mom died. It was rough but it was also a bonding experience.
i am considering that kind of thing, We have some cool stuf, and Wendy’s Clothes are State of the art, so maybe some cash,
Why’s it so dusty in here, dammit.
imma go watch Ford v Ferrari.
That looks good, also watch Speed, by Ron Howard, great period movie,
This is a great way to grieve and honor your dad.
Also, the great thing about being digital: my password dies with me.
MMMM, all that money, no one ever takes from me……
Heh….I found this in some correspondence after Mama Tres passed (still sorry for your loss):
0-16-2009
Priceless.
My Mom had what I like to call a certain ‘zest for life’. Even as a senior-citizen, she maintained a very active sex-life with her antiquated boyfriend, Im sad to report. (When I moved out with little more than a suitcase, I moved in here for a spell…so sadly, I know) And it was no secret to my family, as she’d apparently been that way her entire life. So when she passed, It was her sister and niece (my aunt+cousin) and I, trying to pick burial clothes. When it came time to open the dresser and root through the drawers, I froze. Afraid of what was in there, I looked to my cousin who looked directly back and said, “no way…I’m not digging in there.” My Aunt finally said “fine…if you two are too scared I’ll do it.” Which she did, and to everyone’s relief, no machinery was found. Until….
Sometime later I decided to rent the place until it could sell (another story). Since there was still some junk left in here, I came up one day to clean it out further. It never once occurred to me that the cheesy waterbed that my Mom (former) and Step-Father (former) held within its pedestaled confines the object(s) I always knew existed, but never, ever, wanted to face. Out of 3 total drawers in the pedestal, I felt I was playing some shame-based roulette with what Carl Jung what have called my archetypes.
Drawer #1- empty.
Drawer #3- I skipped ahead, leaving the obvious one in the middle…empty
*Heavy Sigh*
Drawer #2- as I slowly slid it open, it creaked a shrill warning. I pressed on, and my face was bathed in the un-holy luminescence of the articles inside. Kinda like when the crazy Nazi opens the alleged Ark of the Covenant in Indiana Jones- only my face didnt melt away, leaving my body dead but my soul intact, free to travel to where its meant. No… still quite alive, I stared at instruments that no son should ever have to see. Or no mildly perverse son who had full knowledge of what the instrument’s intended purpose was.
I double-wrapped them in black lawn bags and mixed them in the middle of the trash.
This is one of the funniest things I’ve ever read here.
10/10
Agreed!
We have some seriously good writers in this community.
That was a point in my life (post-Mom’s death) that I was abusing opiates and alcohol. For breakfast.
Like Samuel Taylor Coleridge, sadly, that collective of works was my best work.
Just as necessity is the mother of invention, grief/strife/anguish is the itch that necessitates the balm of art and poetry
What’s in the box! What’s in the box!
To further enhance the “sadly I know” part- I was living with Mama Tres, while ex- Mrs Tres and I initially split up. It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and Id gone to bed quite drunk. I woke up in the wee hours of the night, having to pee, having to replenish fluids, and I heard a constant “thud thud thud” noise. Since it was kinda windy/stormy, I wrote it off as “oh- that tree next to the house- it’s clearly hitting the side with some limb or bough.” and went back to sleep.
The next morning I get up to go to work, and as I walking out to my truck I see a car parked behind hers. It has plates not from Ohio. In fact, the tags were from a state that her “boyfriend” lived in. Then it all sunk in- that wasn’t a tree hitting the house! That was some dude hitting my Mom!
/hmu Winston
At least you know why you were abusing alcohol and opiates.
I found one of my mom’s… instruments… in a night-stand drawer one day when I was poking around her bedroom. I had no idea WTF it was.
You tried to clean your teeth with it, didnt you?
fwiw I went through the midday post, but I think I only added a couple comments more, mostly to RobC.
Thanks for the comments all.
GROUP HUG!!!
cheers.
I’ll check it out later. You glibs are cranking out the quality these days.
I’m impressed how you handled reconnecting with your Dad. God speed, IP.
I’ll add that this piece hit the perfect balance between sad and amusing.
Thanks Straff.
Indeed. I don’t think I would have handled it that way.
WRT to dead parents- should some songs be covered ?
Or just left alone?
I am surprised by how much i enjoyed that.
Thank you for posting.
Excellent video storytelling too.
From the lyrics of the song to which you provided a link:
“His heart felt like breaking
He’d look right up at the ceiling and
Start again, never breathe a word of his loss
Cause it’s not about winning
It’s the rivers you cross
And the pain that you feel
Could be the fuel that you use
And if you’re in need of direction
Be it the path that you choose
My old man is a legend
He cast a shadow so great
I think of how he is watchin’
With every move that I make”
Hey, you wanna choose my bento?
https://imgur.com/a/NXDUqVk
Too late. Went with the curry chicken katsu.
Fuck Off Gaijin-tard!
Would have accepted tamago sando also.
OT: Weird day in hockey. And not just the trades and contract extensions.
I really hope our new wonder-goalie is not caught up in the drag-racing horseshit that’s been plaguing my neighborhood the last few months… But I can’t think of anything else that goes in that particular area. *adjusts tin-foil*
Porsche….goalie….car accident….well, it could have been worse.
Sucks that the injury probably kills off our playoff dream, but extending Kreider at a reasonable AAV and getting a first for Skjei make this a successful deadline day from where I’m sitting.
Yep, I’m glad they kept Kreider. I thought for sure he was gone.
ex-GF (0X-0-OG) lived in Park Slope. And when Id go see her (Union St yo!) – I never drove anywhere.
Legends Car Service FTW
Which is why I didn’t want to mention that I’m on my way home after losing my baby sister on the 17th. 61 is way too early but she had a very good life. Chief pilot for United Airlines, author, active outdoorswoman, hiking the Andes, racing a sailboat in the Gulf of Mexico.
We seem to have a lot of losses here, lately.
Sorry for your loss
Thanks.
Weird fact: Her last assignment was United Flight 175 until spring of 2001 when she was removed from flight status for medical. She said that she was good friends with the last flightcrew.
Wow….given that, I’m very glad you got the last 18+ years with her. Sounds like she lived a fuller life than most.
I’m sorry, Hobbit.
What a cool chick. I wish I could have met her.
Hear, hear. Sorry, BH.
Thanks to all.
Her book
Her blog is at anndenton.com
There’s this old dude that often posts here. I think he mostly has candy. Once he posted-
“A sorrow shared is halved; a joy shared is doubled”.
That has stuck with me ever since I read it.
Related: Love doesn’t divide; it multiplies.
Just like Be’Be kids!
Pardon the Babylon 5 nerd reference, but these words from G’Kar after his enlightenment have been on my mind as gently urgent and ominously near:
“It is said that the future is always born in pain. The history of war is the history of pain. If we are wise, what is born of that pain matures into the promise of a better world. Because we learn that we can no longer afford the mistakes of the past.”
And Delenn: ” It is said that in every age, there is one singular event that forever changes the world around us. A nexus, if you will.”
It seems like we are at a crux. So much loss is the pain of giving birth to something new. I feel like something is urging us.
Or maybe i’m tipsy. Or hysterical.
If what you say here is the truth you are well composed considering what is on your plate; HS.
What I say here is true. That’s why I need and love this place.
Seems there are few damsels NOT in distress around here. Perhaps us gentlemen hide it better.
Yeah, I think half of us are emotionally under water for the moment.
Sorry BH. United isn’t the airline it used to be, but it will always have a special place in my heart since my grandpa retired from there.
Sorry to hear that BH.
Hoard the memories, BH. Heck, consider doing a digital voice recording of some anecdotes just in case you don’t leave an organized written record.
Sorry Hobbit.
Oh man…I recently experienced this when Grandpa died last month. Thank GOD there was nothing of that nature down in that basement of his (Dad: “Who the hell knows what’s down there? Only a corpse would be a surprise”), just a bunch of random old junk for the most part. It had always been his little world down there, but he hadn’t even been able to get down in the basement for years because he was in his 90s and those stairs were narrow and steep as hell. The calendar on the wall by the desk was from 2016. There were old issues of trade magazines he had written articles for, 50 and 60 year old letters from people we had never heard of, many old receipts, ancient books on the shelves that hadn’t been touched for decades, my dad’s old sports trophies and slot cars, my uncle’s old spacecraft models, Grandpa’s models of planes he had flown on in WWII, his workshop in the back room, bottles of liquor in the bar in the corner that were likely from the ’80s – they used to have parties down there but that stopped when Grandma died.
Still, it was poignant to see all these things I had seen many times before, knowing that it was the last time I’d see most of it. That basement was so fascinating to me as a kid. I spent so much time down there growing up. Grandpa was the only owner of that house, buying it brand new in 1954. It’s been very hard for me to wrap my head around the idea that someone else will live there now, and that I’ll never set foot in it again.
Condolences for the loss of your dad. Losing a grandfather was tough enough. I can’t imagine how much harder it will be someday with Dad – hope he outlives his dad (Grandpa was 96).
Thanks Chip.
What was it about apples and trees?
OT:
The guardian begging for cash: TDS on full display
” America faces an epic choice…
… this year, and the results will define the country for a generation. These are perilous times. Over the last three years, much of what the Guardian holds dear has been threatened – democracy, civility, truth. This US administration is establishing new norms of behaviour. Anger and cruelty disfigure public discourse and lying is commonplace. Truth is being chased away. But with your help we can continue to put it center stage.
Rampant disinformation, partisan news sources and social media’s tsunami of fake news is no basis on which to inform the American public in 2020. The need for a robust, independent press has never been greater, and with your support we can continue to provide fact-based reporting that offers public scrutiny and oversight.”
Is that the foreign interference in domestic politics I keep hearing about?
“Rampant disinformation, partisan news sources and social media’s tsunami of fake news is no basis on which to inform the American public in 2020”
The cognitive dissonance…it’s incredible.
+yet another article plugging Marxism
That reminds me of the Make Your Own Guardian Headline generator that went around awhile back on twitter. That was funny stuff.
Condolences from me, too. I know exactly what it’s like. 🙁
Well, except for finding the porn, lol.
My parents got rid of Dad’s shooting stuff, since he was no longer able to do it (and had moved on to art as a hobby), except for the two muzzleloaders he made that I (probably illegally) transported from NM to CA ten years ago, when they moved here. But mom sold them off, so all that’s gone now. He was quite the competitor when I was a kid though.
Snoopy gets verklempt too: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5BJkQOkNN0E
Graun’s good for arts coverage, last I looked (haven’t visited in a while).
The last time I saw Dad (in VA hospital for memory care now), the nurse at the home brought me to him and asked brightly “J***, do you know who this is?”
Dad answered without a hitch, “Why, I’d recognize that hide in a tannery!”
I had never heard him use that term before. I have never forgotten it though. I confess I’m chicken shit to see him and have him not know who i am. I have to go though. I know that.
When my grandfather was dying listening to the same stories again and again was something that should have been boring…yet it was soothing. At least he remembered who I was when I was a kid- which was always the subject.
Thats somewhat how my grandma is.
She doesn’t recognize me, but can tell me all about what I do. We’ve never been that close despite living in the same city for most my life.
Is he in Oklahoma?
I might have made extra shopping decisions if I’d known how today would end up.
Yeah he is in OK.
That was tough with my mom – not knowing if she’d remember me when I’d see her.
A couple days before she died I was sitting with her and she said “Am I supposed to know you?” I said “yes” and told her who I was. She hit her forehead and said “Shit!!”. I told her it was OK and she said “This really sucks!” I said “Yep” and we laughed. Only time I ever heard he swear.
Strange, but that memory always makes me smile.
FirstWife told me I was crazy for mourning my son’s ninth birthday: half our time with him is over already. I couldn’t convince her the yin and yang of love and joy is loss and sorrow: to love deeply promises deep mourning . . . what other life is worth living? It would be terrible not to have many people in your life that you eventually mourn profoundly.
We are all gods, but we only have a few moments with each other.
“half our time with him is over already”
You better hope. Leaving home at eighteen is not commonplace anymore.
Commonplace doesn’t play at Casa Escaped.
That ninth birthday was 17 years ago, so he’s been gone for eight. 2L, top of his class; he’s turned out quite the libertarian without any needling from Dad.
“That ninth birthday was 17 years ago”
Context…
Hell, I’ve got cats with NewWife that are seven.
* sigh *
Half my time with the cats is already over.
I have a very similar philosophy with my girls. The oldest skipped a year in grade school because she was so smart. My wife rejoiced. I cursed the fact I would be cheated out of a year with her at home.
Well said.
I had an uncle who was… odd. Extreme introvert. Nobody could recall him ever being in any sort of romantic relationship. It’s quite likely he never lost his virginity. My dad theorized that he might have been secretly gay and just unable to come to terms with it.
Anyways, he dropped dead of a stroke, and my dad cleaned out his stuff, and apparently he had an ENORMOUS porn collection. All of it hetero, so my dad’s theory was wrong.
I had an uncle who was… odd. Extreme introvert.
Proto-glib, then.
He may have been a founder.
+1 article about how porn is ruining America
Sorry for your loss I. B. Your dad sounds like quite a character. I think it’s great he had the porn. He may have gotten old but he wasn’t dead.
Guess which progressive media outlet will be the next to fold.
https://twitchy.com/brettt-3136/2020/02/24/huffpost-reports-on-tense-meeting-as-cenk-uygur-urges-young-turks-staff-not-to-unionize/
In a tense all-hands meeting, Cenk Uygur urged staff at The Young Turks not to form a union, arguing the progressive network couldn’t sustain one. “The reality is we’re in a precarious position,”
Hilarious.
This still gives me a schadenboner: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiWY0iRLV94
Schwing!
Steve Oh-You-Poor-Dumb-Bastard
Re-watching that, I’m quite certain that Cenk doesn’t know what “corporatist” actually means.
Oh please do share with us how much profit you’re sharing with your workers – inquiring minds want to know.
https://www.celebritynetworth.com/richest-politicians/democrats/cenk-uygur-net-worth/
He looks like Artie Lange.
That’s not fair to Artie.
Considering all the pics of Artie at various points he’d bottomed out… yikes…
Well, we are talking about Chunk.
I know Rhy. The recent photos of him with the reconstructed nose is so sad. But I hate Cenk so much.
I hope he finds peace or whatnot, eventually. His role during peak Stern will be remembered.
He’s only worth 5 million. You’re not rich until you’re worth 6 million.
To quote Glenn Beck re doomberg:
“Pfffff! Cars are for millionaires!”
*helicopter noises*
Hypocrisy on the left!? Say it isn’t so!
I’m shocked! Shocked I say!
Poor Chunk….
Sorry you lost your dad, IB.
I still have my folks. My wife still has hers. We’ve moved thousands of miles away from our folks, and our siblings will ultimately have to deal with the decrepitude and death.
We spent a week At my parents condo in Florida last year. One night, I explained the “Florida Man” concept to my dad. He fucking loves it. Went back to Indianapolis and started spreading around “Florida Man” to the other geezers in the retirement village. Now he e-mails me Florida Man articles. I don’t have the heart to tell him we already covered it here at Glibs.
He’s a conservative Republican. I’d invite him to check out Glibertarians, but it would probably give him a heart attack.
“[…]our siblings will ultimately have to deal with the decrepitude and death.”
That’s awfully kind of you both..? Hope you turn down anything you might inherit if you’re going to have that attitude.
Not a very nice way to frame it.
I’m not moving to Indianapolis to care for my ailing parents. Or to Redondo Beach to care for my wife’s ailing parents. Our siblings chose to live nearby. They can handle the EOL stuff as they see fit.
Why should you? Vote Barnold Sandals and the USSA willl take care of it all!
Okie dokie.
Good Lord–am I so sorry to hear about all of the losses going on in our community just the year, alone. Condolences to you I.B., and to all others dealing with it (and/or any other tribulations).
Lord Digby!
*valiant salute*
And to you, Thrice-Endowed, Supreme Donkey of the Trouser-pod*: This much greeting
I present for your amusement: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mos7eiloZ9g
I would say something about it being ‘my amusement’, but in the end, it’s just the words.
er, uh….I mean….
You utter pillock!
This is a massive, “Oh, COCK!”
Phrasing!
Oh, I.B., what a sweet/sad article. Fortunately, my mother is not a hoarder and neither am I. She has very little “stuff,” relatively speaking because she lives with two of her sisters and one IS a hoarder and has pretty much taken over the house (and it’s a big house).
That sucks about the doctors. Did you say anything to them? (Where “saying” is screaming with profanity.)
I’m culling keepsakes and mementos. I think it was Almighty who said, “Nobody’s going to or wants to read all that pain and loss.” Well, that’s true. They also don’t want to have to go through my shit wondering what this is for and that means and OMG why’d she keep THAT?! I winnowed two HUGE box-bottom folders (1980s and 1990s) down to a small accordion folder.
Anyway, I hope things get better for you.
@BH I’m very sorry about your loss. She sounds like a fabulous wman! However! Her book is not in Kindle. WTF. Email me and I’ll fix that pronto. esb10 at b10mediaworx dot com.
You’re mom doesn’t have to be a hoarder to have some “equipment.” See Tres’ story above.
Not my mom, and for several reasons.
Me, now …
So okay, Mr. Mojeaux and I have a captain’s bed. It’s ginormous. The drawers are 12″ tall and about 24″ deep. They’re so big my daughter slept in one the first 3 months of her life (I had made a wee mattress and bumper pads for it), but now that is where our “equipment” is stashed.
When you take the mattress and plywood off, there’s a lot of storage in the middle, but this is a huge task. One day the kids were helping us pull the mattress and plywood off. My drawers were closed, so there was no fear that they would see our equipment. Except, when you pull the plywood off the top, all the drawers’ contents are exposed.
Panicked, I threw clothes over them and tried to nonchalantly hustle the kids out of the room, but not before …
XX: Hey, what were those?
Me: Spiders.
*headdesk*
So now we have spiders.
Inspiration for Dunham??
LOL no.
Well, so much for Lit Crit career.
/Notice, I did type “crit”
LOL
Spider that lead to the good kind of heebie-jeebies*.
*not anti-Semitic
Are you saying I pleasured Mojeaux?
Which answer doesn’t get me beat to a pulp and/or shunned?
You please me every time you post Crüe for me.
Awww!
Here’s something tickle your sweet spot.
https://youtu.be/IR2QmRJNS4w
Awwwwwwww. I am pleased. ?
What the hell do you have that looks like a spider?
Nothing! I have NOOOOOOO idea where that word came from.
Yeah. *rolls eyes*
Mo, I choose to believe that the literary part of you that makes your story-telling possible came up with that.
In other words, “inspiration”.
?️
If you want to believe I made it up, we will all be happier.
I dug up something I wrote when I was 21-22.
I use a lot fewer exclamation points now.
No–I was meaning the choice of the word ‘spider’.
I mean, I can probably forget about it fairly soon, if you need me to. I was just hoping to give you props for your creativity.
Good on ya. Much like helium, we are experiencing a looming crisis wrt exclamation point supplies.
I am so glad to see you doing your part. ??
Oh. “Spider.”
She was standing right there, looking down into my drawer when I turned around and I had to make her leave quickly without asking any questions.
I said “spider” to make her think it was dangerous and I was protecting her.
She didn’t buy it. Whether she knew/knows, we don’t speak of it. Except Mr. Mojeaux and I actually did start calling them spiders, the way y’all took up with “cunte.”
Glibs vocab, FTW!
Plus: See–you know where the word came from. You were trying to protect her. It was an inspired moment.
Yeah, except she’s not afraid of spiders!!!
Her bedroom is in the basement. For a while we had some problems keeping outdoorsy type insects outdoors, including wolf spiders. At first she was all EEK! and then I showed her that they weren’t harmful and they more afraid of her than she was of them.
Then I put some diatomaceous earth and Borax down, so bye bye wolfies.
It was stupid because I’d spent so much time getting her unafraid of spiders.
::puts on totally legit professor’s hat::
Well, she doesn’t need to be afraid of spiders in order to think of them as things to avoid. She probably thought, “Those don’t look like any spiders I’ve ever seen. Huh…”
We won’t worry about future curiosity. It’s all good.
Mustache rides for everyone!
https://dailycaller.com/2020/02/24/john-oates-hall-and-page-six-sex-thousands-of-women/
For I.B.–
The Jerk, deleted scenes
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vjqNcj1UMWI
::Now, where did I put my ‘bull shit’ t-shirt?::
I think any man, sufficiently drunk, would make the same claim.
Boomer. He should run for president.
Well, he was a rockstar in the 70s, so… story checks out.
I have to say, I kinda want it to be true.
That way, if you ever find yourself feeling down about a lack of romantic entanglements, you can remind yourself, “Hey–Oates got thousands of women. Even if he’s lying/over-estimating 10-fold, that’s still A LOT of women who were using a sliding scale for choosing a partner. And, you can always fake being on the wealthier side of things”.
If I had to wager, and there was a way of confirming the bet, I would be all about the over if it was +1750 women John Oates has slept with.
I tend to agree with that idea.
Chafed framed it best with the “mustache rides” idea. In fact, I kinda see Homer Simpson hearing people debate if that many women really wanted slept with Oates, and him saying, “Who wouldn’t?!?”
The amount of rides on that mustache must have been staggering, it was the late 70’s and early 80’s that he had his heyday. I can’t believe it didn’t fall off with that kind of use.
Also, I really REALLY need the boots Miss Canada’s wearing. NEEEEEEEEEED
If you promise to take some photos….
I’m sorry–where do I sign up?
/Did I miss it, or….?
miss canada needs to be a fat, gay, muslim, transgender POC or else democracy is lost!
Yeah, she was particularly spicy. The boots certainly contribute.
On the topic of death, the continued histrionics over Kobe Bryant are becoming obscene. A public memorial thrown by LA? Yeah it was tragic, but it’s just an excuse for more celebrity circle jerking.
Agreed – enough already. A professional athlete and his young daughter died in a helicopter accident. That sucks. That also sucks for everyone else on that helicopter.
Try living in the LA media market. It’s ridiculous
Or NY. There’s a new story about it every single day.
Lots of people with no money who haven’t paid out rape settlements die with their young’uns.
Where is the press?
He wasn’t convicted. Presumption of innocence still has meaning.
And, Harvey was convicted! So, we can legally refer to him as a rapist now…until he gets it overturned.
Two Saturdays ago I had to go to a mandatory coaches day for being a baseball coach for my kids and their teams. At the beginning of their introductions they actually asked for twenty seconds of silence to remember Kobe. People took their hats off. Really, is this necessary? We are not even at the right sport.
OK, that’s bordering on ‘creepy’. I guess they could make the argument that a famous sports figure, that quite possibly was an inspiration for some of those kids (making it to the Big Time), should be honored when they gathered. But, even then…wtfuck?
Not 24 seconds? How insensitive.
Heh, yeah creepy and they didn’t even do 24 seconds. It was two weeks after he died as well. Come on, I have no real opinion of Kobe, other than he was an incredible basketball player. I can understand getting a bit bummed that someone you respected has died, but come on.
http://archive.li/G3HwA/ecd2ddbee2c1e1f245482cd6dedc320447ae8d17.jpg
NSFW.
http://archive.li/kyl9j/fc8ad6f52c0cc3914cce35cb553a4cf58d7ddcaf.jpg
NSFW.
http://archive.li/mDGaH/6ef2fd57be0c5559095153378c4ede475797fb9c.jpg
NSFW.
She’s pretty but I was expecting semi naked women in funeral attire tonight. Or goth chicks but I repeat myself.
http://archive.li/mUDLX/d6edbea97f7bd5d3f1734f37b5e058fae034f52e.jpg
NSFW.
You always deliver the goods. That woman is so scary I wouldn’t fuck her with Winston’s dick.
Hard pass.
How drunk? I’ve done worse. Much worse.
Thanks for the article IB. My family is all from Ireland or recently arrived here so we very much see the value of humor, even if it’s around death, maybe even especially then. That is a good write up for your dad. There have been a number of Glibs who have lost a close relative or friend in the past months. It gets us all in the end, our time here is too short. I don’t like to talk about it but my youngest brother died last fall at 31 of a drug overdose. He had been on and off opiates for a decade, a slow motion train wreck.
Sorry to hear that, K. But, thank you for sharing it, nonetheless.
He actually got a burial. My grandmother had bought two sites decades ago and one went to my uncle that died a decade ago, ironically they had the same name. After a short ceremony with the Irish priest at the grave we all threw some dirt on the casket when they lowered it down. My boys were all there, they are little guys, and they were the last to throw some dirt in, and threw some more dirt in, and then threw some more, and then started to get into the idea of doing the job themselves before I had to stop them. I pointed to the gravediggers union guys standing twenty yards back. “Those guys might want to finish the digging guys.”
That’s awful Kswell. I’m sorry that happened.
Oh, that’s very sad. I’m sorry.
Chafed/other glib attorneys: Can Double Jeopardy occur when there hasn’t actually been a trial?
Yes but it didn’t happen here. Had he plead to any of the charges then couldn’t face charges from the same actions. Same would be true if a jury was impanelled and the charges dismissed. That didn’t happen here. Unless there is a wrinkle in IL state law, this is an attempt to delay the case.
What I was thinking. An actual trial being the scenario I think is most commonly associated with DJ, but, yeah.
It was pretty sad and gross when my crippled dad finally fessed up to all the ppv porn he’d been ordering, since we could see it on the bill; and had me password protect it so he wouldn’t be tempted. That’s one of the stories I don’t tell the siblings.
In addition to the relationship matter(s), I imagine that ppv got expensive fairly quickly. Sorry for the difficulty on that front. I imagine that, after the embarrassment for him subsided, he was thankful you helped him deal with it.
Due to the circumstances, my dad and I had a very complex relationship. I’m not stretching the truth when I describe his death as losing a father, a brother, a son and a best friend all at the same time. And it was devastating to me. I’m still not completely over it after 5 1/2 years.
Understood. If we end up pushing any buttons here (good or bad), feel free to drop me a line.
If only you could have introduced him to Q, there could have been an internet friendship and many saved dollars.
If he could type and were still alive, I think he would have made a great glib, even though he never fully turned libertarian due to his hate of drugs, based on experiences from his life. He was completely anti-pot because of an experience that lead to death of an AF pilot and the destruction of an aircraft, after my dad warned that the guy was high and shouldn’t fly.
Sorry for your loss CP. Your dad is an honorary glib, and lives on through you. I’m not a particularly spiritual or religious person, but I think that people live on through those they were close with.
I’ve come to realize that one doesn’t have to be a libertine to be a libertarian. I have my own blindspots where I wish the crushing force of government could be used to eliminate my beefs- like left lane hogs, inconsistent speed drivers, and semis that obstruct traffic.
You know, I’m far from a libertine. But I just don’t want force used against people doing things I don’t like unless they are harming or wronging someone’s rights.
He had been a truck driver before he was cripple, GOOD WORK ASSHOLE!
Oooohhhh…you done fucked up now, GL!
I would like to volunteer to help carry some of the Hauptfeldwebel’s shopping bags.
Not a s cute as Sofilien https://youtu.be/kxKB7MfZQ4A
New Cartoon Wednesday at 7PM CST! I won’t be around till about 10:30pm CST when I get home from work.
Still going well, I take it?
Yeah, today I found out not only did I retain what I remembered from last week, but it seems muh brain kept thinking and I remembered more of what I need to know than I did Friday. Brains be crazy bruh.
Ah; I see you’re familiar with this site.
Also: ??? for the newest.
That’s a double, from Siskel and Ebert, and a Leonard
NimoyMaltin.I was thinking about trying to put ‘I have a terrible thirst for liquids in there’, but the characters didn’t take it that direction. Like I said, I just write down what they say. But! I did accidentally insert a Hair line into the Hat’s animation. Now I want to do a Vice Versa episode.
Interesting concept! I mean, for the characters; not that it’s something new. And, thank you for the attempt at the line. I will wait patiently for the proper scenario.
I just got an email for one of the many online stores that sends me constant coupon codes; this one for shoes.
It said, “Grab your beads, and save!”
Umm…what?? Is that an abacus reference (if I’m lucky)? Just what the hell do you shoe merchants think is going on around here?
Anal beads, duh.
Of course. However:
1. Nope. Just a good, ol’ fashioned ‘Nope’
2. How were they hoping to tie that in with shoe sales?
They’re looking for black pearls?
Man, I ain’t no Mikimoto!
The museum on Mikimoto Pearl Island is quite fascinating.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikimoto_Pearl_Island
That needs a Ricardo Montalban introduction.
Maybe they want you to but Manhattan Island??
“Buy”
::narrows gaze at haeyks, slowly claps::
Well played, M’Lady.
Well played.
/I do think you’ve hit on the meaning
And, of course, hoist on my own petard.
This is what I get for my ‘thick as a whale omelette’ obtuseness yesterday.
Mr Black-thicky Adder thicky!
You old thing!
Who gave you permission to turn into an Alsatian?!
“Why, I’m as English as Queen Victoria!”
“Oh, so your father is German, your mother is half German, and you’re married to a German?”
Oh, I AM enjoying this!
Woof!
Woof woof!
Bob’s your uncle .
“Security” isn’t a dirty word, Blackadder…
“Crevice” is a dirty word. But “security” isn’t!
?
Ol, that Ford c Ferrari movie is the best new flick I’ve seen in ages.
Something for everyone. Love love love it.
I was wondering what your take on it would be.
I saw some of myself reflected here and there, some philosophy and engineering approach, some high stakes gambling and standing up for what I know is right.
Really seeing we all have roles we naturally find, and we aren’t interchangeable. I take a lot of abuse providing top cover for my geniuses.
And I’ve pretty much had that fistfight on the lawn with my top genius to sort things out.
That would have been a (reluctant) ::grabs popcorn:: moment.
Exactly the form of the wrestling is another topic altogether.
He is my loyal right hand man now.
(Hint: my liver is mighty)
Mighty liver
BTW , hit Sb awesome milestone with said genius employee today. He was a self described liberal, but we’ve gently sparred on politics naw and then, and I’ve professed my libertarian beliefs.
Today he burst out upon the silliness of the stock market Bernie panic and went on to rant about that it shouldn’t matter much who the president is! That right and left have skewered the constitution and elected presidency to Dictator or emperor.
He declared himself to now beca libertarian .
I was so proud.
Not bad! Congrats, and good luck in keeping him focused and seeing the ‘big picture’.
I just lose all interest when Matt Damon is involved. for 25 years he’s played one character, Matt Damon.
He channeled Tommy Lee Jones pretty well in this. I was impressed with his new chops.
Maybe he’s wiser, maybe he had a good director. Maybe he knows he’s not pretty now and this has to bring something more to the table.
Don’t let it put you off watching .
So yeah, I think I’m ok to say this much. Our work computers are air gapped from the internet. Phones are only allowed on break. The phone I use for phone calls isn’t a smart phone. My smart phones don’t have cell plans attached. So yeah, when I’m on shift it’s a total glibs blackout.
Never heard that term before. Still, those measure make sense (to me).
Smart TVs were brought up today, and I joked how funny it would be if we went through all these measures, but some of the monitors we used were SMART TVs and all this info was still making it’s way into the hands of Amazon and Google.
‘Air Gapped’
My phone ! She malfunctions!!
Must reboot.
Reboot! Sequel! Ummm…..Re-imaging!
You’re sounding too much like Johnny 5, We’ll have to reimage you.
Do we have a Sir Digby Backup Image?
I do, but…well, you may not like it.
It’s rather rude.
F me…I really did write “re-imaging”, as opposed to ‘e-imagining’.
It’s late.
No, it’s early.
No, this is Early.
No, no—it’s not late—it’s early, early!
https://youtu.be/e86omL8uzks
Happy fastnacht day!
https://www.webstaurantstore.com/blog/116/fastnacht-day.html
Not exactly your kind of food, is it?
I’ll probably have one for breakfast tomorrow, along with some bacon.
Oooh! I don’t really have many religious food observation days (Easter=lamb leg, Thanksgiving = turkey, New Year “Sylvester” = ham/black eyed peas)
But I could get behind heavy dumplings before Lent.
I don’t have a Christmas standard for meals. Sometimes I make pizza in the cast iron skillet, sometimes I let a restaurant feed me so they can clear the mess.
Last year, I was in Detroit late on Dec 23 for work. Snow delay, made it back to San Diego the wee hours of Dec 24 morning.
I did NOT cook for Christmas.
The first Mr.(Rev.) GT told me about Fasching/Fasnacht.
Ah, to live in a region that has an excuse to party all winter long.
I’m thinking I need a beta reader. Someone to read through a work and point to issues I overlooked but not to the degree of an editor. ie, the view of a story as a reader rather than from a technical perspective.
::jumps up waving hand:: Ooh! Ooh! I’d be happy to beta read, if you’ll have me! I’m not that widely-read in fantasy/adventure, but I’ve enjoyed what I’ve read of your other works.
All right. I assume your email hasn’t changed?
It has not. Same as it ever was. Thanks!
I have two active books that need feedback – “On Unknown Shores” and “Prince of the North Tower” of the two, “On Unknown Shores” is less complete, but is the direct sequel to “Beyond the Edge of the Map”. “North Tower” is Prince Kord’s story from when he was young. It’s not an either/or proposition if you want to opine on both, but if you only have time for one, that’s okay too.
I’d be happy to start with whichever one you’d like feedback about first. I should have a fair amount of time to read Wednesday evening (while Mr. GT & a musician friend rehearse for St. Patrick’s Day) and Thursday night (while I’m pulling the aforementioned all-nighter) if you can send me something by then.
I can probably get them to you sometime this evening after I get home. epub?
Yes, epub please. That way I can read it most comfortably on my Nook. (Hope converting it isn’t too much trouble.)
Oh, no, it’s simple. InDesign natively supports exporting into that format. Since there’s no need for fancy formatting, there’s not a whole lot of work involved.
That last part is realy the key. Mojeaux runs a whole business in the exceptions to that line.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been focused on getting past the conversation with Drea, then the fight in the arena. I haven’t quite finished the latter, but I’ve realized I don’t know what comes after that. I can’t skip ahead to the Emperor’s birthday, because that wouldn’t flow properly, and lands Dug right back at the Arena.
Maybe have him pester Konstantin and go to the Imperial library, get some more backstory on Konstantin, and show some more depth there as well as the motivation for future actions.
I guess that’s a plan… shame I’m at work and can’t enact it
I’m probably too atypical to be of any use.
Goof luck!
Thanks. I’m slowly crawling back to getting stuff on the page. And since Konstantin was taken from an earlier story I’m regarding as canonical even if it is in the scrap heap, I already know his character, so a dialog with Dug should be easier to compose than naming fantasy critters.
I like how writes describe their characters as creations that have now become their own beings and would never act a certain way but would def say a certain thing,
Fascinating ,
Well, to feel real, they have to have a defined personality and ethical standards. There then becomes things that would be ‘out of character’ for them to say or do. While they can be made to act outside those bounds, since they do have defined characteristics, it will always feel ‘off’
I finally found that Babylon 5 prose I was talking about earlier with regard to an uneasy feeling of being at a crossroad.
hayek, circling back to your comments above about your dread of having your father not recognize you: With my mother, at some point she got confused about HOW she was related to my sisters and me (I think we may have become HER sisters in her mind,) then she knew only that we were people that she liked. It’s been a while, so I don’t remember much about the period, if any, with total lack of recognition, but by that time, one just accepts that the person you knew has faded away. Best wishes to you as you deal with this. I’m sure the distance adds to the difficulty.
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Great article.
Im about to go through much of the same. Dad will be released into hospice care tomorrow. (stroke, after which it was discovered that he had liver cancer that had metastasized to his lungs, thyroid, and pancreas) He sounds quite similar to your father in regards to his general disposition. I was reared by him after mom and he divorced, and God Im going to miss him. We just talked last week and now we cant. We were going to go on a road trip together next weekend. Fellow Glibs, never take your loved ones for granted, for one day, often out of nowhere, they will be gone.
That is a hell of a thing.
I’ll add you to my prayers. May you find the strength to carry on.
I’m sorry to read that you’re at this point. The inevitability must make it all the more difficult.
Thanks for sharing, I.B., I had a couple of laughs, sadly, especially about the blow up doll at the NASCAR races. With various health issues that my dad has been through, I seem to consider every day, more starkly now, the possibility of his passing. Typing that out brings it all home and punches me in the gut, as I just realised it’s all been in my thoughts and not expressed until now, but he himself walked into the doctor with a-fib just recently and checked out fine, so your story puts that in perspective. I’m sorry for your loss.
Congrats on one of the best posts that I have ever read on these boards, IB! Sorry for your loss but the replies are something else! Craftmanship.
Lack, I enjoyed your article yesterday.
Thanks all for the kind words. My dad and I always had a good time, so that’s what I’ll always remember.
I.B., Bearded Hobbit, Ksuellington, my condolences to all of you.