The I'm am not going to be depressed about the delay club!
POSTED BY: ebonezer
UPDATED: Thursday, December 2, 2004 06:29
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* Having been programmed with all Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics (even the first one), Sparky drops the bar, which falls with a terrible crash, and then extends his arms across the tree house to catch Ebo before she falls. Sparky places her in a hammmock, and then goes to work repairs on the bar and the floor. The Real Me sets Ebo's hammock swaying gently, and waves his green hand at her. *
Ebo, I thought that you were going to call me "You".
The Real Me
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Is that what I decided? I kinda forgot.
anyway, yay! You is here!!!
*resumes faint*
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Four out of five dentists reccomend calling Ebo a girl.
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Roof. Introspection.
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Well, actually, Ebo, I don't really care what you call me. I'll answer to just about anything... except "Bob", that is.
It's just that I wanted to sort it out for when I order my next set of business cards.
* The Real Me continues to wave his green hand at Ebo. After a short time, he comes closer and whispers: *
Say, Ebo, there's been a lot of fuss over this Tiramisu stuff. Do you have ANY clue what it is? It seems to be food of some kind.
* The Real Me waits for a response, but Ebo seems to still be in faint mode. The Real Me looks about the tree house. *
It's nice to see so many new faces. There's a lot more variety than the old clubhouse. Uh... Say, when does the dancing girl routine start?
Oh! Sparky, carry that couch up to the roof for the Grey Jedi and any other stargazers. Take them an umbrella as well.
The Real Me
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Sorry, I know it's Monday, but I'm still thinking about beer. 
Quote:Disagree if you want, fellow British browncoats, but I'd venture to say that Boddington's is not among the finest beers of our country. (Although Mel Sykes makes for a good commercial.)
Originally posted by zoid:
Boddington's may be among the finest beers in Great Britain, too; but y'all have got so many great brews, it'd be hard to choose.
Quote:zoid, where were you based over here? I might be familiar with your tipple, I'm something of an ale buff. Enough to dislike most American "making love in a canoe" beverages.
I usually chose a locally brewed bitter, during the 3 1/2 years I was lucky enough to be stationed there
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Welcome (back), TRM/Me/You/WhoeverYouAre! Could you ask Sparky to jack up the ceiling? It looks like TGJ is about to fall through. I think we need some proper chairs on the roof.
*dumps another crate of M&Ms on the floor and goes back to work*
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Well, I sent Sparky up with a couch earlier, but perhaps we can have him build some chairs, too.
* The Real Me surveys the creaking ceiling with a critical eye. *
Yes, Nedward, perhaps you are correct. But YOU can give Sparky orders, too. He's here to serve us all. I built him to replace the cabana boys that deserted the old clubhouse once the ladies started talking about making them eunuchs.
* The Real Me shudders, then looks down. *
Oooooh! M&Ms!
The Real Me
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nedward:
I, too, enjoy thinking about beer. It has a wonderful history that follows step for step the ascent of human Civilization. Really really.
I was stationed in Suffolk, East Anglia at RAF Bentwaters/Woodbridge (two bases, one administrative complex) from '87-'89 and again from '91-'92, when they unexpectedly closed the base underneath me (thanks terribly, (PM) Mr. Major).
My time in England was arguably the happiest in my life. There is so much good in the British way of life, it more than offsets the ills it suffers as a society (yes, even the burgeoning 'dole' and social medicine, which basically let my mother-in-law die of cancer while waiting for a specialist's appointment). I still fantasize about a day when I would return there to live out the remainder of my life. Unfortunately, even though my wife is English (from Newmarket) and well-heeled, we have no prospects in the English job market; but who does, eh?
We almost were able to return in '99 to RAF Mildenhall -- my dream assignment -- but Kayley pointed out that it would mean selling Our Home Here and Uprooting Our Children (I could hear the punctuation, believe me). Those who do not understand the English love of home -- and the steadfast resolve of Her women -- do not understand England. I'd sooner brawl with the Black Guard than oppose a handful of English housewives. Fewer broken bones; ego and dignity intact.
So, while you're looking up beers, keep in mind that I preferred bitter, from local breweries. I did quite a bit of socializing at the public house 4 blocks from her family home in Newmarket, 'The Cherry Tree'. And if you're in the area and you see a quiet, sad man, about 6'4", with thinning dark hair, a hawkish nose and black-brown eyes (looks for all the world like an older version of Rupert Everett) sitting in the pub, buy him a vodka and tell him his son, Ron, was thinking of him. His name is George. Send me the bill, I'm good for it.
As a final note in this characteristically (zoidian) 'convoluted' post: There was this great Holsten-Pils advert during one of my stints there. It featured Griff Rhys Jones (of "Alias: Smith and Jones") digitally superimposed over the train scenes from Marilyn Monroe's "Some Like It Hot". This was the late Ms. Monroe's halcyon days in terms of feminine allure, and Griff says at the end, mock-reproachfully, "Yoo-ouu naugh'y guurrl!" (hard to get the accent right).
And then the tagline for the advertisement would play, which I leave you with, since it seems a suitable wrap-up for this topic: "A Holsten-Pils sugar-turns-to-alcohol production!"
(Rule) Britannically,
zoid
Publican, 'The Bottom of the Tree'
P.S.
I fancy a pub shingle with a stylized Tree of Knowledge, Adam and Eve sharing an apple at its base, while The Serpent (affectionately known to pub regulars as 'Malicious') curls in a limb above... I'm even amenable to the notion that the Tree has a treehouse in it, with most of its patrons camped on its sagging roof. How's that for symbolism?
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Quote:
Originally posted by nedward:
Welcome (back), TRM/Me/You/WhoeverYouAre! Could you ask Sparky to jack up the ceiling? It looks like TGJ is about to fall through. I think we need some proper chairs on the roof.
*dumps another crate of M&Ms on the floor and goes back to work*
No worries, mate, I over engineered the roof. You could land a chinook on this thing. I used duct tape.
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Quote:Ah, blessed duct tape. We're safe!
Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
No worries, mate, I over engineered the roof. You could land a chinook on this thing. I used duct tape.
Sparky, please rearrange these M&Ms in color order. Thank you.
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