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Posted on 08/07/2007 7:52:15 AM PDT by HairOfTheDog
Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is anoble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain.
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
Okay, I’ve got four words. Woo Hoo!
That's what my character is going to do. He'll be sitting on the back porch with his bourbon and Marlboros.
"I always wanted to write the great American novel. But I never thought I could drink enough bourbon to be the Southern author I wanted to be..."
Hrm... my last sounds a bit harsh on the reread. Didn’t mean to be harsh. You can shirk if you want to, but I reserve the right to rib you about it a bit. :) That sounds better.
I’m leaning towards my anti-Stephanie Plum story where we have a showdown between the stalk-ee turned stalker and the stalker turned stalk-ee.
Mmmmm......bourbon....
I figured you were teasin’ me ;-)
We’ll see, by November I’ll know what I can handle. ‘Course if we go out of town for Thanksgiving...
it’s not just for breakfast anymore...
Actually, if I didn’t have so much of the plot/story worked out in my head, I’d probably consider skipping this year. With our extra duties now on the Christmas show, I may have difficulties writing during rehearsal times.
But I’m further along than I have been in the past. I have the setting, the plot and the outline all worked out.
So, there’s that.
I have Maker’s Mark...but I dunno if that’s a proper bourbon for such things.
Heh...there are websites out there with information on the exact typewriters various authors used. Wonder if there’s one that lists the proper alcohol to consume to copy your favorite...
I have some MM as well. But I’ll more likely make it Jim Beam or Virginia Gentleman.
Rebel Yell.
Heh. You may have a point.
You know legend has it that the “rebel yell” originated with a unit from my home county.
...or some Johnston County shine.
mmmmmm...shine...
No, it “officially” has to be bourbon.
Heh. On his last bottle of Rebel Yell and if he doesn’t sell something soon he may have to move on to that jar of shine that’s been sittin’ in the cabinet for years.
No, no, not Marlboros. How about some hand-stuffed S.J. Rimboche cigarettes to go with the 'shine?
Just had a bit of excitement here... just a little though. Heard a ruckus outside, dogs barking people yelling, and saw a kid running in between my fence and Rosie’s fence headed for the woods. Some other people were behind me and asked which way he went.
“Into my woods... what’s the story?”
“He just stole something from the store”
“There he is... (We couldn’t see him but could hear him crashing through the woods)”
Lots of vigilantes and cops crashed around in the woods for awhile, while Gidget and I watched my perimeter and listened. I guess they caught him out by the road eventually, when I hadn’t heard anything for awhile I went over to the store.
I asked a cop if they got him, or was he still in my woods, and they pointed to him in the back of a patrol car.
I guess he stole a hat. I’m guessing it will not be worth it in hindsight.
Geesh...the dogs must have loved that...
How old was this guy? You’d think he’d have thought out a better exit strategy. And yeah, my guess is that it won’t exactly be worth it. :-\
I didn’t get a look at him, but I think it was a teen.
So were most of the people chasing him.
Your dog... by the way, sounded pretty formidable.... to someone who doesn’t know how goofy he is.
Well...good. ;-)
He actually does have a nice deep bark. But I’m not sure how terrifying he’d really be unless you didn’t get a good look at him...
I mean...my landlord is terrified of him, but I think he’d be terrified of the goofiest, most laid back Golden that ever lived.
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