Post by montea on Jan 3, 2009 3:24:19 GMT -6
Gordie:
Sarcastic? You deserve your own sitcom? Never seen so much expertise mixed with humor mixed with courtesy in one place or something sort of awful damned meant-to-be complimentary like that? Isn't that what I said?
Perhaps I should have added that my knees and back hurt from rolling on the floor laughing at that post you did in this thread parodying the Black Pipe museum seller, with the marvelous use of misspellings and creative wordsmithing. It was pure SNL, National Lampoon, Dave Barry, hilarious.
The medium of e-mail sometimes delivers what is intended as tongue-in-cheek respectful sniping among perceived twisted soulmate equals simply as sniping. Your creative mix of humor and expertise about a subject that is often treated with thread counting seriousness is refreshing in the extreme. And BTW, if you were poking around in the dirt for round balls in 1960, then you just may be getting a little long of tooth. I'm 58, and have discovered that at my age there's no time left to play hard to get toward anybody whose friendship would be welcome. I sort of doubt that you look like Jessica Alba, and with you in BC and me in TX I suspect I'm pretty safely insulated from your showing up unanncouced on my front gallery (thas suth'rin for poach, y'all), perhaps accompanied by that brood of yours you that you suggested puts the fun back in dysfunctional, but the welcome mat is out, literally, figuratively, and electronically.
What I'm trying to say, stepping back to swat the dead horse one more time before you complete the gutting and skinning process that precedes trophy mounting, is that I was trying to poke fun friendly when I poked fun, and as long as you stick your hat on your bayonet and wave it in the air from behind your rock, I'll continue to take shots at it. All of this kudos aimed at youdos isn't meant to denigrate the respect I have for almost everyone else whose posts I've read, and perhaps your jibe about my being sarcastic was not in the least serious, but if it was, then rest assured that I'm on my back, belly to the sky, Beta dog sorry.
Oh, and that serious explanation about how many balls they had out there was damned impressive, demonstrating that I was right when I told bc no telling what he would get from you. I anticpated he'd get something more glib, orbiting around some sort of "well, two apiece mostly" theme. MA
"I shall step down from my soapbox now, for the elevation is too lofty, the atmosphere too rarefied, and an insane moon floats high in its stratosphere."
Sarcastic? You deserve your own sitcom? Never seen so much expertise mixed with humor mixed with courtesy in one place or something sort of awful damned meant-to-be complimentary like that? Isn't that what I said?
Perhaps I should have added that my knees and back hurt from rolling on the floor laughing at that post you did in this thread parodying the Black Pipe museum seller, with the marvelous use of misspellings and creative wordsmithing. It was pure SNL, National Lampoon, Dave Barry, hilarious.
The medium of e-mail sometimes delivers what is intended as tongue-in-cheek respectful sniping among perceived twisted soulmate equals simply as sniping. Your creative mix of humor and expertise about a subject that is often treated with thread counting seriousness is refreshing in the extreme. And BTW, if you were poking around in the dirt for round balls in 1960, then you just may be getting a little long of tooth. I'm 58, and have discovered that at my age there's no time left to play hard to get toward anybody whose friendship would be welcome. I sort of doubt that you look like Jessica Alba, and with you in BC and me in TX I suspect I'm pretty safely insulated from your showing up unanncouced on my front gallery (thas suth'rin for poach, y'all), perhaps accompanied by that brood of yours you that you suggested puts the fun back in dysfunctional, but the welcome mat is out, literally, figuratively, and electronically.
What I'm trying to say, stepping back to swat the dead horse one more time before you complete the gutting and skinning process that precedes trophy mounting, is that I was trying to poke fun friendly when I poked fun, and as long as you stick your hat on your bayonet and wave it in the air from behind your rock, I'll continue to take shots at it. All of this kudos aimed at youdos isn't meant to denigrate the respect I have for almost everyone else whose posts I've read, and perhaps your jibe about my being sarcastic was not in the least serious, but if it was, then rest assured that I'm on my back, belly to the sky, Beta dog sorry.
Oh, and that serious explanation about how many balls they had out there was damned impressive, demonstrating that I was right when I told bc no telling what he would get from you. I anticpated he'd get something more glib, orbiting around some sort of "well, two apiece mostly" theme. MA
"I shall step down from my soapbox now, for the elevation is too lofty, the atmosphere too rarefied, and an insane moon floats high in its stratosphere."