Posted on 12/31/2006 7:08:41 PM PST by Mo1
Same root word: 'spec' to see, inspect, spectacles, etc.
I don't have to speculate anymore. Nully, you're spectacular, but I suspect you know that already. :P
Background: Morris has been tortured, mutilated, made bloody ten ways and forced at the pain of death to arm a nookulear...... (homage to W)...... bomb trigger for Mooselimb terrorists. They have already set off one nuke. He is now in the hospital, bleeding and generally feeling sorry for himself, having been saved from a fate worse than death by....ta da.....Jack Bauer. His girlfriend (Chloe) comes up, tries to make him snap out of it and says:
"Morris, I know you've had a hard day, but you are really starting to piss me off"
This may become one of the funniest lines ever said in a tv series........
Nope. I was off handling a crisis. I think I've managed to dodge a drive to Ft. Smith tonight. I hate being on call.
I would have long since snapped.
Sometimes I think I'm close. I just get farther behind every day and stuff keeps coming in. There's only 2 of us handling everything.
OTOH, no Dingbat...
Tell them to leave you be, Sweets. Hanging out with us is much more important! :)
Lol! And that's why I like comedies. I get enough bloodshed from watching the news. But then of course, sharks are attracted to blood, aren't they, Lame.
Good thing you don't have a wooden leg, I'd be after you in no time. :P
Yes, there is that. And even though the dingbat is long gone, the problems still rage on in that area. The internal politics over there are nauseating and incompetence still reigns in upper management, so I'm always reminding myself of that. The other worker in our office is also from that area (different county) and her experiences were very similar to mine. That's why she's in our office. She even commutes. It's only from the next county to the east, but it's still close to an hour's drive.
Well, sometimes it is, but in this line of work there are often people depending on me, especially kids, so I have to do what I have to do and play when I can.
It's good to be able to post again and be my normal "nice" self.. ;)
Morning Doggie. Hope everyone you love and know are all ok in the mess that happened last night.
Check in with us, and let us know, ok?
Hi Gran,
That trolley square is a really neat place, lots of botiques, restaurants, cute stores, and a novel place in town. When Salt Lake City had real trolleys, that was a hub. It grew up like the Pike Place Market in Seattle, just being randomly added to whenever someone wanted a new store opening. There are several levels to it, it is not one of those pre-planned places. The gunman got off 20 shots at different people, and hours later people hiding out in closets and concealed places were still coming out. There was some confusion as to how many shooters there were, it turned out to be one kid trying to do a real-life game of 'Doom', of course he was shot dead.
The other news was a body floating in the Provo river -- found about the same time -- by two high school students who had just left classes. That was much closer to home, since we were at that spot where the body was found just a few hours earlier in the day on a walk along the river. There is a beautiful paved trail that goes 12 miles, I've posted the scenery along the upper end back last spring on this thread. It goes from the lake to a river confluence up the canyon.
The main consequence was my daughter who wanted to sign up for a concealed carry permit and pick a weapon. She came over last night and we discussed when to take the class, what gun to get, and so on. Then we all watched that Penguin movie, "March of the Penguins". That really is a movie to watch when you want to just enjoy a nature movie and be entertained.
So there you have it Gran, I try to program on the Mac, now that I have gone through all the hoops to be able to work on the Mac like I used to do before retirement on the big Unix systems. When I talk through what I should do different to be more productive programming at home with my significant other she is quick (as in very quick) to point out I should not be surfing the net so much. So I may be quiet from time to time too...
Have you seen the sequel? April of the Penguins...
Sorry my friend I have been very busy over the weekend - scaling cliffs risking life and limb to bring you pictures of turbulent seas. Helping old ladies across the street and other good works. But more of that later.
Your reply to my generous offer of the 9th inst. - did not surprise me, as those that try to take advantage of honest businessmen also tend to add threatening behavior to their other distasteful qualities. But I am a forgiving man, I quite understand your frustration when the "mark" does not succumb to your first attempts to impoverish him. But Nully, my dear foiled extortionist, I must congratulate you on making me laugh for a good five minutes and many more times since, after reading your attempts to involve Mo and her Philadelphian thugs.
What makes you think that the good Mo would assist you? Are you a $3 a day contributor? What have you ever done for her? But I will skip all the obvious obstacles to getting aid for your scandalous extortion scheme. You, good sir, being from California are not well acquainted with the Neanderthal types that make up the thugocracy of Philly. They would be simply lost children in the big bad world. They are only marginally successful at even mugging old ladies and hippie types outside the Philadelphia Town Hall, to the horror and disgust of Wm. Penn Esq. who looks down upon these scenes and is appalled.
Before these gentlemen had actually got through the airport welcoming procedures, before they could find the Union Label on their underpants or learnt to pronounce their first Spanish word "grassy ass." These throwbacks to an earlier age would find their hair falling out, their internal organs turning to sludge and their disgusting hides sloughing off from their miserable bones. My Russian mafia are nasty people Nully. The horrible results would not be fit even for the pigs of Dublin to dine upon.
Breaking legs - breaking arms --- how droll, how medieval - If CA leads the nation you are leading your fellow Americans back to Methuselah. Still, after wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes I knew I had to do something for my friend who had given me such mirth.
Nully my humorous friend, let me look after your financial problems, I will fairly adjudicate the dispute betwixt thee and me - trust me. Meanwhile, I have another commission for you my mediaeval artisan - I require an iron lady for my gym. - No, I am not asking you to procure one of the ladies on DD but create one with internal spikes.
Naturally, I don't want to hurt the filling of such an apparatus, just something that would be an incentive to doing her gym work as laid down in the program. So my inventor of renown, I suggest that you mount the spikes on your sucking springs and thus we will have prick-less points. You may register and patent that IP with my blessing - I imagine it will be a first for you - being the only one you have not stolen.
And, not only will your best and only customer keep you in honest employment for a while longer --- he has decided that he will reward you for patiently awaiting payment until the proximo annum, with a job as a masseur in my all girl gym.
You will be billed as Boris Nullinski the renown deaf, mute masseur to the crowned heads of Europe. For two days a week, behind your wolf mask you may beat, pummel and fondle the ladies in my gym - walk on their backs, knead their bellies, beat their bottoms - anything you fancy, but Boris, my lecherous friend, do not the kiss them - that is assault.
Finally, Boris Nullinski , my famous Russian emigre, American ladies are known to tip handsomely - so even at 50% 40% you will live like a Kulak. Gran, will add a generous panel to the back of your batrak costume to accommodate your belly, and sew up the pockets to remove any temptation to short change our borscht bowl.
As my mother used to say: Cardy, your modesty, honesty, truthfulness, trusting nature and generosity to the undeserving, will be your undoing. She may be right.
I tried to persuade him; I did, but he would hear none of it unless I was willing to amuse him with unspeakable indulgences such as would make a fine gentleman such as yourself blush.
I quite understand dear lady – I am aware of the character that we are dealing with, stubborn, unreasonable, and plain self-righteous in his unreasonable claims for payment... But, I must also say that I am extremely disappointed that you did not use the hickory stick to persuade him to a more reasonable attitude as I had suggested. I would hate to call upon Mistress Jag to instruct him in proper behavior as I may need her for more important tasks.
At the least Libby, as this problem is unlikely to go away, I think you ought to enroll in my “Mistress classes for aspiring Dominatrices.” The fees are very reasonable, especially if you bring your own equipment and practice dummy.
That is water under the bridge now, as I have had to let him have access to my clients as part of a grand bargain. Whereas, a good thrashing from you would have saved me the trouble of having to think of another incentive for a more deserving and useful aide in the future.
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