Let our Stoat go free! Bastids!
<spitting out roasted stoat bones>
there ya go lil' stoat
Oh Pueo, you're soooooo bad! lol.
GASP!!!!!!!!!!
thud....
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wakes up, though deeply traumatised, to say that I survived first day back at work - though only by a whisker.....waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!
anybody want a stoat pelt? be my guest, it's hanging over there on the tree branch...
if you collect some of these bones you might be able to reconstruct the lil' guy.....
Re: Close, But Not Quite:
HumsTheBird wrote:ossobuco wrote:All right, I have worked on my translation, blue humbirdie - "As the house is burning, we toast ourselves...."
I got here a bit late, but happy new year, all.
Very, very close, ossobucco.
Here's what the expression means among Italians, as I understand it to mean, and how it is popularly regarded and used:
"Since the house is on fire, let us now warm ourselves."[/size]
Or, yes, could be "...house is burning..."
Good stuff, kids. Now excuse me while I ungress...
Wandered out in the car on NYEve looking for liquor. Here in Washington, the sale of spirits is the provenance of the state, so liquor stores, rather than being interesting places run by kindly old men (or whatever) are institutional, spare, poorly run, and far apart. The credit machines in the ones I go to regularly go on the fritz. Anyway, I go out half a dozen hours before the clock turns, looking to lubricate a quiet ticking of the clock toward the moment that would usher out an awful year, drive up to my neighborhood unfriendly gov't-run liquor store. I finally manage to get into the parking lot, and look through the glass front of the building. There is one register open, and a line snaking through the store along each and every wall. Can't have this, so I tear out, skip the next neighborhood (where even with no line the purchase of a bottle or two can end up taking a quarter of an hour) and go over to the store by the university. Naturally, it's got a large client base, but it's also large, immaculate, and has five or six registers, so it should be moving all right. I'm weaving in and out of traffic, because I'm already half an hour into what was supposed to be a ten minute errands, finally get over there, find somewhere to park about 300 yards from the store, and approach it. Only two registers open. Not only is the store packed with people waiting to buy, but there is a line stretching half a block just to get into the store. I consider it an omen, go home, eat lemon chicken with the patiobitch, and gently fall asleep with her and the dogs without even wandering out to see the midnight fireworks. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.
Just in case 'k was depressed by her New Year's. May 2003 bring peace and love and manna or mania...
PatioDog -- What? You didn't have any alcohol in the house???
Yikes. Throw the poor doggie a bottle. Why didn't you go out? There were many places open on New Year's Eve! Duffy Bishop, at Jazzbones, by the way, was fabulous. She has a torch-singer persona, but belted out Aretha Franklin's sister's song like Janice Joplin. A very funny and talented singer whose backup band was very good on their own. Jack Daniels was the house whiskey.
Mmm, my good friend Jack. My other friends, Jim and Johnny and Jose.
Had a half-liter or so of Sauza in the house, and a healthy stockpile of beer; just looking for reinforcements. Were trying to let what has truly been a trying year slip quietly out the window. And the money situation is woeful at the moment. Just as well. And it's interesting to see a New Year refreshed rather than fuzz-tongued and hammer-headed. Not that it's an experience I plan to repeat in the near future...
Sheeesh! WA sounds a bit like Sweden - with government-controlled grog shops. We don't realise just how lucky we are.
A big new bottle shop has opened up near me - replacing a tiny, dark, not very useful one. This one has light, space, air, huge stock, reasonable prices, and usually tastings on Friday and Saturday. It's part of a chain, but the staff are pretty friendly, too. They always say g'day, and offer suggestions, if you want them. I'm often found skulking around, hoping to ingest some alcohol, just by breathing! It's walking distance, and next door to the local Thai restaurant.
Margo and her Thai food...
Yep, I was shocked when I moved here. Took me several days just to figure out where liquor stores were. They keep short hours, too, and are closed on Sundays and holidays (though beer and wine are still readily available in grocery stores). It's also illegal to serve spirits in a bar unless some percentage -- I think 60% -- of the establishment's income comes from food, so true "gin joints" (as gramps would have had it) are somewhat rare. Prices, fortunately, are not what they are in Sweden, but growing up I became accustomed to the availability of liquor in every grocery store (to say nothing of actual liquor stores), and to do so right up until bar time. It's especially strange to me since I don't really see what it is in the local culture that might promote soft blue laws. There doesn't seem to be the fiercely proscriptive Protestant ethic you find in other parts of the U.S. with blue laws (i.e., the Bible Belt, or Evanstown, Illinois). I've a sneaking suspicion it might be in place to help prop up the local beer industry, which caters to all portions of the market (from Pabst to Henry Weinhard's to Thomas Kemper).
But enough, already. Happy new year, folks...
Hmmmmmm ....... no wonder more female stoats turn white - they've gone to the dogs!
Here's to a better year, Patiodog!
Thanks. Here's to some rain for y'all. (Ours stopped just in time for the resumption of the work week. I hope it headed off in your direction.)
We got snow up this way. Either way it works for the wells ;-)
Wd got some gray drizzle.
^-^
Did I mention I don't like it here so much?
Aragan 