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QUOTE(southsider2k5 @ Jun 19, 2007 -> 12:45 PM) Am I the only one on the planet who does not like Guinness? There is no accounting for taste. . . or lack thereof. QUOTE(SoxFan562004 @ Jun 19, 2007 -> 12:51 PM) I like it as part of an Irish Car Bomb, but I don't like to straight up drink one. My friends who took some classes in Ireland said they were surprised how much American beer is bought by the locals Your friend is right, but it's not just American beer but lagers in general that are killing stout sales in Ireland. It's the same trend that has threatened real ale in Britain and only the efforts of CAMRA (Campaign For Real Ale) have kept the trend from getting even worse. It's mostly the young pub patrons leading the shift away from endemic beer in favor of Bud, Carlings, Stella Artois, etc. It is the result of very successful global marketing of non-indigenous products to people who have some of the best traditional beer in the world at their fingertips and don't appreciate it or their own brewing heritage and culture. Going to St. James Gate was a quasi-religious experience for me. I will be very saddened if they cease operations there. But for a company like Diago – the largest multinational alcohol company in the world – how do they pass up a $4 BILLION property sale if that is truly what they would get in the obscenely inflated Dublin real estate market? QUOTE(Chisoxfn @ Jun 19, 2007 -> 01:19 PM) Agreed, only as part of an irish car bomb is it a tasty drink (on its on...terrible). QUOTE(Alpha Dog @ Jun 19, 2007 -> 01:31 PM) My taste buds tend to only like American beers and an occasional Canadian brew. No guinness for me. See?!? It's you young upstart know-nuthin' drinker wanna-bees that are causing all of the problems to begin with!! GUINNESS IS GOOD FOR YOU!! (Buncha' panzy-arse swill-drinkin' poofs. . . grumble. . . grumble. . . )

Getting up there, eh?

Hammer of the Kitty Gods!

Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor??!?

QUOTE(BigEdWalsh @ Jun 16, 2007 -> 11:57 PM) Picture yourself on a boat on a river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Old Mississippi, she's calling my name Why don't you come along and mosey on down, I said down, come on down, down by the lazy river. She sits on the dock a fishin' in the water uh, huh. She's so very nice, you should break the ice, let her know that she's on your mind. Across the streams of hopes and dreams where things are really not. Have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way. Look here, Brother - Who you jivin' wit dat Cozmik Debris? When that moon gets big and bright, it's a supernatural delight. You wish upon a star that turns into a plane Don't know when I'll be back again Take my chances on a big jet plane - Never let 'em tell you that they're all the same Big ol jet airliner, don't carry me too far away Take off to the Great White North, take off... it's a beauty way to go. I'm freezing, I'm starving, I'm bleeding to death, EVERYTHING'S FINE!!!!!!! Might as well go for a soda, nobody drowns and nobody dies She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up. Yes I like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain. I'm a juvenile product of the working class, who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass. Don't let them call you a juvenile delinquent. Don't let them say, say that you're bad. Some people call me a walkin' disaster - Just a waitin' for a place to occur Dont try to turn my head away, I'm flirtin' with disaster every day. And if you give me weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign, I'll be willin' to be movin'. Wine, wine, wine (Elderberry!) Wine, wine, wine (Woo! Sherry!) There'll be lots of time and wine, red yellow honey sassafras and moonshine. In the mist of sassafras many things will come to pass. Pass me a bottle, Mistah Jones. Believe in me, 'cause I don't believe in anything. Because something is happening here. But you don't know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones? Look out Kid, don't matter what you did. Walk on your tip toes, don't try No Doz better stay away from those. Oh, tiptoe from the garden. By the garden of the willow tree and tiptoe through the tulips with me. Don't frown Tulip, make a smile, Don't frown Tulip, you know it's all worthwhile. Oh, c'mon smile a little smile for me, Rosemarie. What's the use in cryin' ? The angel in your arms this morning is gonna be the devil in someone else's arms tonight. To arms! 2 arms? Hooray that's great, 2 legs ain't bad 'less there's a crate they ship the parts to Mama in. Now, Who'll take the woman with the skinny legs? C'mon somebody please take the lady with the skinny legs. Now walk those legs right over here, give me what I'm dying for. Schoolgirl sweetie with a classy kinda sassy little skirt's climbin' way up the knee. She wore a peasant blouse with nothing underneath, I said "Hi", she said "Yeah, I guess I am". Then I guess she had to crash. Valium would have helped that dash. Go ask Alice, I think she'll know. And you know, you know I love you so, my love Cuz she was all Yellow, yeah, yeah, yeah They call it mellow yellow(quite rightly) Have you never been mellow, have you never tried to find the comfort from inside you. And it's good old country comforts in my bones. Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known. Now they've found me, at last they've found me. It's hard to run, from a starving family.

Wow Chaos, what a story. I'm very proud of 17-year-old Chaos! QUOTE(SoxFan101 @ Jun 15, 2007 -> 01:04 PM) So the real question is, how many of these stories are actually true and how many are made up Mine is, and I'm quite happy we didn't have the kids to prove it!!

This one is not a breakup story, but it is a scary story. And it involves a person who was (don’t laugh) the first real love of my life and someone who I have managed to stay close to even years after the time we were involved. Anyway, I was ‘her first’ and she was my second and we dated for a couple of years before she was ‘ready’. It turned out her reluctance had more to do with her huge fear of getting pregnant than anything else, but it was that same fear that ended up putting her at risk. When we finally became intimate her fear of pregnancy was so all-consuming that in the beginning she always made me wear TWO rubbers in case one broke. I had a practical concern that the friction of the TWO rubbers against each other would probably be an issue, but I had an even bigger concern that if I refused her request that I’d not be gittin’ any, so I would go along with it. Well, sure enough, on a couple of occasions, once we’d be done and we’d go to our corners I’d look down and see the tattered remains of two failed rubbers flapping in the wind. I never told her when it happened because she’d have freaked out and died and instead I would just sweat it out on my own every month. Luckily that phase didn’t last too long, but every time she’d tell me to wear two to be safe I would get a knot in my stomach. The same girl tore my still-beating heart out with her bare hands and stomped it to a bloody pulp about a year later, but like I said, we got past it and are still friends.

QUOTE(BobDylan @ Jun 14, 2007 -> 04:01 PM) Enlighten me, what is the walk of shame? Walk of Shame = morning sun is shining + birds are chirping + normal folk are all heading off to their early classes + there's that one girl wearing dark glasses, disheveled hair and the short skirt and high heels she had on the night before walking home to her dorm from the dorm/apartment/frat house of whatever dude she hooked up with the night before. And a technical note is in order here. Dudes cannot do the Walk of Shame. When dudes do it, it's a Walk of Pride – albeit, sometimes punctuated by trips to the nearest shrubbery to puke.

QUOTE(zimne piwo @ Jun 14, 2007 -> 01:38 PM) Picture yourself on a boat on a river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Old Mississippi, she's calling my name Why don't you come along and mosey on down, I said down, come on down, down by the lazy river. She sits on the dock a fishin' in the water uh, huh. She's so very nice, you should break the ice, let her know that she's on your mind. Across the streams of hopes and dreams where things are really not. Have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way. Look here, Brother - Who you jivin' wit dat Cozmik Debris? When that moon gets big and bright, it's a supernatural delight. You wish upon a star that turns into a plane Don't know when I'll be back again Take my chances on a big jet plane - Never let 'em tell you that they're all the same Big ol jet airliner, don't carry me too far away Take off to the Great White North, take off... it's a beauty way to go. I'm freezing, I'm starving, I'm bleeding to death, EVERYTHING'S FINE!!!!!!! Might as well go for a soda, nobody drowns and nobody dies She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up. Yes I like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain. I'm a juvenile product of the working class, who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass. Don't let them call you a juvenile delinquent. Don't let them say, say that you're bad. Some people call me a walkin' disaster - Just a waitin' for a place to occur Dont try to turn my head away, I'm flirtin' with disaster every day. And if you give me weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign, I'll be willin' to be movin'. Wine, wine, wine (Elderberry!) Wine, wine, wine (Woo! Sherry!) There'll be lots of time and wine, red yellow honey sassafras and moonshine. In the mist of sassafras many things will come to pass. Pass me a bottle, Mistah Jones. Believe in me, 'cause I don't believe in anything. Because something is happening here. But you don't know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones? Look out Kid, don't matter what you did. Walk on your tip toes, don't try No Doz better stay away from those. Oh, tiptoe from the garden. By the garden of the willow tree and tiptoe through the tulips with me. Don't frown Tulip, make a smile, Don't frown Tulip, you know it's all worthwhile. Oh, c'mon smile a little smile for me, Rosemarie. What's the use in cryin' ? The angel in your arms this morning is gonna be the devil in someone else's arms tonight. To arms! 2 arms? Hooray that's great, 2 legs ain't bad 'less there's a crate they ship the parts to Mama in.

Finally, Colbert and Tommy Chong give this story the insightful coverage it truly deserves! http://movies.crooksandliars.com/Colbert-Chong.mov

Mister Wizard's dead?!!? Now who's going to save Tooter Turtle when he gets into trouble??!

Hope it was a good one.

Picture yourself on a boat on a river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Old Mississippi, she's calling my name Why don't you come along and mosey on down, I said down, come on down, down by the lazy river. She sits on the dock a fishin' in the water uh, huh. She's so very nice, you should break the ice, let her know that she's on your mind. Across the streams of hopes and dreams where things are really not. Have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way. Look here, Brother - Who you jivin' wit dat Cozmik Debris? When that moon gets big and bright, it's a supernatural delight. You wish upon a star that turns into a plane Don't know when I'll be back again Take my chances on a big jet plane - Never let 'em tell you that they're all the same Big ol jet airliner, don't carry me too far away Take off to the Great White North, take off... it's a beauty way to go. I'm freezing, I'm starving, I'm bleeding to death, EVERYTHING'S FINE!!!!!!! Might as well go for a soda, nobody drowns and nobody dies She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up. Yes I like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain. I'm a juvenile product of the working class, who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass. Don't let them call you a juvenile delinquent. Don't let them say, say that you're bad. Some people call me a walkin' disaster - Just a waitin' for a place to occur Dont try to turn my head away, I'm flirtin' with disaster every day. And if you give me weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign, I'll be willin' to be movin'. Wine, wine, wine (Elderberry!) Wine, wine, wine (Woo! Sherry!) There'll be lots of time and wine, red yellow honey sassafras and moonshine. In the mist of sassafras many things will come to pass. Pass me a bottle, Mistah Jones. Believe in me, 'cause I don't believe in anything. Because something is happening here. But you don't know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones? Look out Kid, don't matter what you did. Walk on your tip toes, don't try No Doz better stay away from those. Oh, tiptoe from the garden. By the garden of the willow tree and tiptoe through the tulips with me. Don't frown Tulip, make a smile, Don't frown Tulip, you know it's all worthwhile.

Picture yourself on a boat on a river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Old Mississippi, she's calling my name Why don't you come along and mosey on down, I said down, come on down, down by the lazy river. She sits on the dock a fishin' in the water uh, huh. She's so very nice, you should break the ice, let her know that she's on your mind. Across the streams of hopes and dreams where things are really not. Have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way. Look here, Brother - Who you jivin' wit dat Cozmik Debris? When that moon gets big and bright, it's a supernatural delight. You wish upon a star that turns into a plane Don't know when I'll be back again Take my chances on a big jet plane - Never let 'em tell you that they're all the same Big ol jet airliner, don't carry me too far away Take off to the Great White North, take off... it's a beauty way to go. I'm freezing, I'm starving, I'm bleeding to death, EVERYTHING'S FINE!!!!!!! Might as well go for a soda, nobody drowns and nobody dies She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up. Yes I like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain. I'm a juvenile product of the working class, who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass. Don't let them call you a juvenile delinquent. Don't let them say, say that you're bad. Some people call me a walkin' disaster - Just a waitin' for a place to occur Dont try to turn my head away, I'm flirtin' with disaster every day. And if you give me weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign, I'll be willin' to be movin'. Wine, wine, wine (Elderberry!) Wine, wine, wine (Woo! Sherry!) There'll be lots of time and wine, red yellow honey sassafras and moonshine. In the mist of sassafras many things will come to pass. Pass me a bottle, Mistah Jones. Believe in me, 'cause I don't believe in anything. Because something is happening here. But you don't know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones? Look out Kid, don't matter what you did. Walk on your tip toes, don't try No Doz better stay away from those.

Picture yourself on a boat on a river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Old Mississippi, she's calling my name Why don't you come along and mosey on down, I said down, come on down, down by the lazy river. She sits on the dock a fishin' in the water uh, huh. She's so very nice, you should break the ice, let her know that she's on your mind. Across the streams of hopes and dreams where things are really not. Have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way. Look here, Brother - Who you jivin' wit dat Cozmik Debris? When that moon gets big and bright, it's a supernatural delight. You wish upon a star that turns into a plane Don't know when I'll be back again Take my chances on a big jet plane - Never let 'em tell you that they're all the same Big ol jet airliner, don't carry me too far away Take off to the Great White North, take off... it's a beauty way to go. I'm freezing, I'm starving, I'm bleeding to death, EVERYTHING'S FINE!!!!!!! Might as well go for a soda, nobody drowns and nobody dies She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up. Yes I like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain. I'm a juvenile product of the working class, who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass. Don't let them call you a juvenile delinquent. Don't let them say, say that you're bad. Some people call me a walkin' disaster - Just a waitin' for a place to occur Dont try to turn my head away, I'm flirtin' with disaster every day. And if you give me weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign, I'll be willin' to be movin'. Wine, wine, wine (Elderberry!) Wine, wine, wine (Woo! Sherry!) There'll be lots of time and wine, red yellow honey sassafras and moonshine. In the mist of sassafras many things will come to pass. Pass me a bottle, Mistah Jones. Believe in me, 'cause I don't believe in anything.

I think someone has posted on this father and son here in the past, but it's nevertheless an unbelievably touching story about the love between a special father and son.

QUOTE(NorthSideSox72 @ Jun 12, 2007 -> 04:26 PM) Let's all hope these "deposits" are in really deep water - like deep enough that no one other than those with military-grade diving equipment can reach. For the most part, yeah, they are pretty deep - from 600 feet to several thousand feet deep. From a terrorist acquisition standpoint, that's good. But it doesn't matter a whole lot from an environmental standpoint because all of the old steel drums have been rusting away and are now releasing their contents to the environment (as per the burned dolphins you noted). QUOTE(vandy125 @ Jun 12, 2007 -> 04:56 PM) Any idea how long ago this was done? Is it still being done? If so, it needs to be stopped immediately. There were a lot of things done in the past that were not good (especially in regards to the environment). We need to look forward to prevention and cleanup (if that is possible) instead of pointing fingers at people. When we point fingers at the Army, Navy, or any large group that has been around for a long time in general, we may be doing it at people who were still in grade-school when this happened. I would be very upset if it was continuing. This was done primarily from the end ow WWI all the way through the 1960s. And the military is disposing of munitions more responsibly (or trying to - see the Yucca Mountain Repository saga) and I agree the wastes sitting on the seafloor are the ghosts of past military blunderers. One of the most depressing things is that the military doesn't even know exactly where a lot of the stuff was dumped or how much, so now that they are trying to use some modern technology to better contain the stuff leaking out of rusting shells and cans, they can't even find half of it. For its part, the military has been making efforts to clean up where they can, as noted in this 2005 Pentagon statement on the issue:

http://scienceblogs.com/deepseanews/2007/0...ping_at_sea.php It's been long-known that the US military dumped discarded munitions into our coastal waters for decades, but it still really angers me on two fronts. As a marine conservationist, certainly I find it deplorable. But on top of that, I look at our fevered hunt for the barest evidence that Iraq had WMDs or sought WMDs or other rogue nations are trafficking in WMDs or are careless with nuclear technology in our eyes, and I realize what hypocrites our leaders are. We try to police the world and tell them how they can and can't handle their munitions, and who should and should not posses certain weapons and technology, and this is our plan for responsibly dealing with these deadly dangerous and ecologically nightmarish materials??

QUOTE(thedoctor @ Jun 12, 2007 -> 01:49 PM) good luck with that. the folks at barnabas were very effective from what my friends say. That they were. Class of 1981 right here, and I still have nightmares about Sr. Cornelius my 4th grade math teacher.

QUOTE(thedoctor @ Jun 12, 2007 -> 01:39 PM) *bush* "oh, i dunno, the one that looks like a fence-post digger." That would be the mitre. The zucchetto is the Papal Beanie: Damn, I need to purge the cranial hard drive of all this useless crud.

Meh, Roger Waters beat him to it by almost 20 years.

QUOTE(vandy125 @ Jun 12, 2007 -> 01:22 PM) I doubt that Bush was thinking of things the way that I am about the title. It was probably a slip. However, no matter how much I respect the Pope, the Dalai Lama, or other leaders, I just can not reverently address someone with a title that I do not believe that they hold (unless I am able to understand the title in a way that I am not seeing that holds). Doing so would constitute a hypocritical stance. I would be believing one thing, but saying another. Again, I doubt that Bush was thinking this. I do not mean to offend any Catholics, but I just do not believe the title applies, and it is something that I would not be able to do. I'm sure that there are other titles that show proper respect to the Pope. I follow your line of reasoning, but I don't equate calling somebody "Your Holiness" with accepting that they have any sort of Divinely-ordained authority over me or anybody else. The College of Cardinals chose one of their own to be the Pope and tradition and decorum instruct us how we should properly address him regardless of whether we share faith beliefs. And truly, I don't really care about it. It was a lapse in etiquette, and no more. QUOTE(thedoctor @ Jun 12, 2007 -> 01:26 PM) or ask to try on the hat. Now, would that be the mitre or the zuchetto?

QUOTE(SoxFan562004 @ Jun 12, 2007 -> 01:12 PM) I agree with that, I don't mind the black ending, but like i said, to literally think "oh shoot, my cable f'd up" took me out of the great tense scene. I think it needed to be abrupt rather than a fade down which subconsciously puts the viewer at ease. Maybe it didn't have to be a cut to black that made everybody curse their cable providers momentarily – I guess abruptly cutting to white or to the HBO 'TV snow' would have still dun the job, but pulling back and fading down would have given the viewer room to breathe which I think they wanted to avoid.

QUOTE(vandy125 @ Jun 12, 2007 -> 09:54 AM) I wouldn't call it a mistake if it was me. I am not Catholic, and I would not refer to any person as "His Holiness". Only God can be referred to as Holy. We have all done wrong during our lives, including the Pope. Right now, I bristle at the idea. Other titles are fine by me, and people should be called them when the situation warrants it. Maybe a Catholic can show me where the name came from, why the Pope has assumed such a name, and what it means to them. First off, although I was born into it I have not been a Catholic for about 22 years. Being an atheist sort of runs counter to being a Catholic, and so I parted ways with a belief in a Divine Agent some time ago. That said, I think leaders of the world’s religions deserve formal respect when interacting with international dignitaries regardless of whether the individuals share the same faith systems. There are a number of traditional titles (eights of them as of 2006 according to the Annuario Pontificio) by which Catholics can refer to the Pope. “His Holiness” is not one of these – it is not based on shared faith. “His Holiness” merely happens to be the official manner of address for the leaders of a number of religions – not just Roman Catholicism. I don’t think Joseph Ratzinger is a particularly great man. I think he is too conservative for the good of a modern Roman Catholic Church that (imo as an outsider) needs to come to terms with a number of 21st century realities. I understand there were historic forces that shaped his past and pressed him into compulsory service in the Hitler Youth and Nazi air corps, so I don’t condemn him for that (Besides, redemption through service to God ala’ St. Paul is at the heart of Christianity), but he’s no JP2. But he is the Pope, and if I had an audience with him I would address him formally and reverently as “Your Holiness” even though we so not share the same belief system. I would similarly call the Dalai Lama “Your Holiness” ands I would call Sakya Trizin (leader of the Sakya Tibetan Buddhists) “Your Holiness”, and I would call the leaders of the various Eastern Orthodox churches “Your Holiness” as well. It has nothing to do with shared belief systems, merely an observance of the proper official manner of address. The President’s handlers should be capable of understanding that, even if President Bush himself does not. I’m not losing any sleep over the gaffe, like I said. I can care less if President Bush insists on remaining an embarrassment on multiple facets of the world stage. I merely foolishly expected that our leader would be capable of following simple protocols and decorum expected in situations like this.

QUOTE(SoxFan1 @ Jun 11, 2007 -> 11:52 PM) So it looks like we're going to go with Myrtle Beach, but we're still not 100% sure. Thank you everyone for the suggestions, and feel free to add more. Cool. Just be sure to shag like you mean it!* (In Myrtle Beach, the shag is dancing, not and Austin Powers sex reference.) I've been there twice, and both times it was out of season. I liked not having massive seasonal crouds to contend with, but a lot of the places just closes down for the winter which sorta stunk. Enjoy.