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My Farewell Speech
Really nice, Skip. :)— August 11, 2010 6:11 a.m.
Powis Castle
Sounds like we're talking about 2 different things with regard to "sponging." I'm talking about shoving sponges up a horse's nasal passages to cut off his air. http://www.research.uky.edu/odyssey/spring98/spon… http://www.usatoday.com/sports/horses/2007-12-03-… http://articles.latimes.com/2001/oct/11/sports/sp…— August 9, 2010 11:10 p.m.
Razzamatazz a Sunday for Jazz/edit 8/9/2010 for smoother flow
I really like this, nan. Love the way it's structured; the artwork is perfect. :)— August 9, 2010 7:34 p.m.
Powis Castle
Well I'm really sorry to hear that about Tuscan Evening! I wondered if she had an undetected congenital heart defect, but I just found this: http://sports.espn.go.com/sports/horse/news/story… An "internal injury?" What the hell? I hope we don't find out this horse was murdered. One of my coworkers clued me in about "sponging" horses. I had never heard of it: http://www.google.com/#hl=en&source=hp&q=sponging… Just add those folks to my list of people who need killin'. Evil bastards.— August 9, 2010 7:26 p.m.
Ranch Dressing
Two words: Bleu cheese. Why would anyone waste their time with ranch, when you could have bleu cheese? *shakes head* I just don't understand it...— August 9, 2010 7:05 p.m.
Powis Castle
Great story. So you had the right horse, just the wrong triple crown race. I think I remember that one -- the rain. I certainly remembered the name "Go For Gin." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIDjueaVvqQ Wire to wire, baby. Ya just can't argue with that. "Tabasco Cat died in Japan in March of 2004 at the age of thirteen, of a heart attack while covering a mare." *easy comment withheld* :)— August 8, 2010 11:47 p.m.
The Ghost of Ma Joad
Congrats again, refried! And to answer your question: "My question to you then, how long did it take you to find out about your adoptive dad and your birth mother?" I'm not really sure how old I was when my adoptive mother (inappropriately) dropped that bomb on me about my adoptive dad. She loved anything that might cast someone else in an unfavorable light. I know I wasn't an adult yet. As for Ruuuuuuuby, I dug up most of those marriages myself when I did the research to find her. In fact, I think I have 2 of her original divorce decrees -- I thought the clerk handed me copies, but I discovered when I got home they were originals. I was 20-21. Her little sister, my aunt, filled in the gaps. "Hell, I'm almost fifty, and while I knew my grandmother married a bunch of times, I just figured that the men done her all wrong." Not uncommon. Most families keep secrets better than mine. And most don't have a nosey little ferret like me trotting down to the county courthouse to root around in their business. "The longer I live, the less I know." Exactly. "When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years." -- Mark Twain "The more you know the less you understand." -- Tao te Ching :)— August 4, 2010 11:45 p.m.
The Ghost of Ma Joad
Great entry, gringo. Yes, it becomes a bit hard to romanticize our dear old GMs when their shenanigans come to light. Here's the big scandal in my (adoptive) family: My adoptive dad was the product of a union between his mother and her SISTER'S HUSBAND. He's been dead 20 years, and she's been dead for way longer, so I don't think anybody much cares now. But yup, my adoptive dad's uncle was actually his dad. And here's the kicker -- he was the spitting image of the dude. No way she could even deny it. As for my own birthmother, Ruby? Married 7 times that we can document. Maybe 8. Apparently she's the one that Kenny Rogers song is about. "Oh, Ruuuuuuuuuuuby, don't take your love to town." She took it. Often. And, as a result, you have the magnificent bastardette typing this comment. See how it really is the best of all possible worlds? ;) *sigh* It's all enough to make you feel like a boring old f*cker by comparison, isn't it?— August 2, 2010 1:19 a.m.
Of Soil And Blood
Oh my. I'd almost forgotten. Just beautiful. Related to this, in the beginning: "The pace is neither frantically intense nor slovenly pedantic, but rather steady and secure and flowing like a large, relaxed river." Yeah, that's what I was trying to say in my little poem about TJ a few months back. I'm not surprised that you said it a good deal better. :)— July 27, 2010 5:47 p.m.
Farewell Comic-Con 2010 - Final Photo Phunnies
Welp, thanks for confirming my eternal suspicion that I have 'no' business at ComicCon whatsoever, JAS. Lordamercy, it's like the world's worst porn flick without the sex. What do all these geeks do with themselves the rest of the year? Could it possibly involve more than one hand? Oh wait, I guess World of Warcraft does take both of them to type. Thanks again for your stellar coverage of this yearly crucible of inanity. Oh, naaaaaaaannerz... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdyLAPTZSjk&NR=1 :)— July 27, 2010 5:28 a.m.