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Nine Holes At the Local Dog Track

As you know, Mayor Fenty is taking over the schools here in the District of Columbia. As a parent with kids in public schools, I'm all in favor of Fenty's action. But the mayor needs to take the next, logical step: Assume full control of the public golf courses.

Let me ask you to picture a scene: Your faithful scribe is lining up a putt on the 17th green of Rock Creek Golf Course. It's roughly a 12-foot putt. My witness and playing partner is another journalist who can, if necessary, sign an affidavit affirming that what I am about to report is true.

Now, you're thinking to yourself, there's no way that he's going to hole the putt -- you know that I'm an artist, not a golfer. Others can master the links while I content myself with being a man of letters. Still, what is most sublime about golf is that, a couple of times a round, through some accident or miracle, the ball goes where it is supposed to go, more or less, accompanied by a prepossessing thwok, the golfer momentarily experiencing a hint of what it must be like to know how to play the game.

I enjoy an occasional trip to Rock Creek to knock the ball around. Rock Creek has enormous trees and lovely rolling terrain. It's cheap, it's right in town, it's never crowded. That said, it's not exactly Congressional Country Club. Some might call it a dog track. There's hardly a flat spot in the place, which is unfortunate if you are expecting your tee shot to remain in the fairway rather than dribble sideways into the woods. Moreover, something went disastrously wrong with the greens this summer. Basically, they died. They're mostly mud at this point. I'm guessing there was an herbicide disaster. It's like putting on the moon after a freak lunar rainstorm. They also have a strange blue tint, which is unusual for "greens." (Because of the problem, the greens fees are, I should note, half price.)

So as I'm lining up the putt, I'm coping with a major challenge: This 17th "green" is actually the 17th fairway. It is a "temporary green."

The only thing delineating the "temporary green" is a white circle spray-painted directly onto the grass.

The fairways at Rock Creek are not exactly manicured. They're a gaggle of various grasses spidering through the sandy soil. The temporary greens were rather desperate for a mowing. When I said it was roughly a 12-foot putt, I really meant "roughly."

One does not even attempt to roll a putt into the hole, but rather one hopes that the ball will somehow hop and bounce into the hole by random chance.

So I take my stance. I am determined to make this putt. I'm making all kinds of mental calculations. Normally I'd hit the ball rather gently, but since it must barrel its way through heavy grass, I need to give the ball a resounding whack.

I hit the putt.

Halfway to the hole, the ball vanishes.


The ball just ... disappears.

It has gone into an undetected hole that had been lurking in the grass. The temporary green has eaten my ball.

This is the kind of thing that never happens to Tiger Woods. He never has to worry that one of his putts will disappear before it reaches the officially sanctioned hole. [Note the great Eli Saslow story on playing at Hains Point.] Nor does he have to cope with greens that look like the surface of an alien planet.

So Mayor Fenty, you need to ride to the rescue. Rock Creek could be a great, beautiful, fabulous golf course. Get out the bulldozers, the dynamite, the fill dirt, the grass seed, and just watch how, over time, we create a public golf course that blows away Congressional and Burning Tree and all those snobby clubs. It surely couldn't cost more than a few billion dollars.

By Joel Achenbach  |  July 20, 2007; 5:27 AM ET
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Geesh easy to get first today I think. I once played on a course where cars used to drive on the course. Anyone remember Font Hill near Ellicott City. My speed now is either Putt putt or frisbee golf.

Oh, Good Morning Boodle.

Posted by: greenwithenvy | July 20, 2007 5:51 AM | Report abuse

I miss Monte's Miniature Golf, just north of the UMCP campus. Don't you just love a gnome -sized windmill that turns? BC, did you ever play on that little acre of silliness?

About five years ago, the Inner Harbor in Baltimore hosted a course featuring installations by local artists. Like playing in a surreal episode of Cartoon Network.

I think that the boodle could design fantabulous miniature golf courses. I think that Martooni could handle the fine detail and whimsy of the cunning wee structures.

About big golf, I feel a teeny, wheeny queasy as the golf course was on the other side of town where the big-house people played. Feels elitish a bit, from thes fingerprints of, when I see Tiger W. or V. Singh on the course I am always pleased that golf is more open now than in days past. Tennis, too.

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 6:35 AM | Report abuse

Also, late last night, I found the Roseville Fair neofolk song playing in my head. I am sure that is boodle=doing.

Bill Staines wrote this in 1979. His "fair" is more idealized, so imagine a British Isles fest from, say, 1880 transplanted here. No cotton candy or ferris wheel, but perhaps meat pie and exhibition wrestling by local ploughboys.

The Roseville Fair
(Bill Staines)

Oh, the night was clear, and the stars were shining
And the moon came up so quiet in the sky.
And the people gathered 'round and the band was a'tuning.
I can hear them now playing "Coming Thru the Rye."

And we danced all night to the fiddle and the banjo.
Their drifting tunes seemed to fill the air.
So long ago, but I still remember
When we fell in love at the Roseville Fair.

Sheet music, a midi file, and the rest of the lyrics here:;ttROSEFAIR.html

Nancy Griffith covers this song quite nicely.

I will begin my search for a golf-inspired true or neo folk song.

This all reminds me of Sevenswans, who gwe says is well but wisely spending a summer without technology. So, imagine her playing this on hammered dulcimer, with many birds in the audience.

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 6:47 AM | Report abuse

Spending the summer without technology? I wish I had that courage. I would probably go nuts.

Oh. Good morning, everybody.

Posted by: Slyness | July 20, 2007 7:03 AM | Report abuse

A golf kit I am so excited. Did you find the ball? Which reminds me to go check "The Open" leaderboard.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 7:13 AM | Report abuse

Twenty seven dollars for 18 holes of golf? I could almost drive to DC to play a round there and still have it be cheaper than playing here. Is it close to downtown, might have to keep it in mind for future reference. If it is not a "top quality" course all the better as I am far from a top quality player.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 7:19 AM | Report abuse

Not having backBoodled, I offer my Gutternalia BPH observations at my own risk of BOOs... :-)

Redshirt bc bravely arrived first to defend the tables, fully expecting to not survive past the first commercial break. No Hortas, Borg or even Tribbles showed up, however, and 'Mudge and I quickly reinforced his position. The Achenwaitress discreetly hip-checked an interloping server out of the way to ensure we got our usual stellar service.

Mmmmmm... Mussel broth with extra bread... *cleaning up drool* :-)

Raysmom provided the proper signage, with omni, TBG, a stunningly early mo and Maggie O'D filling out the roster. Discussion touched on good names for an imaginary band, where one can find rarified air, and the topics of the day. Oh, and bc's pickle, too.


And YES, there were pics aplenty... Posting will follow, perhaps this evening.

And speaking of "sir" and "ma'am," the Achenwaitress "sirred" me last night. I was cut to the quick.

*end reposting with enthusiastic TGIF Grover waves*


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 20, 2007 7:21 AM | Report abuse

Scotty, I am sure the "Sir" was just out of respect, you do have quite the distinguished air about you.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 7:27 AM | Report abuse

"Distiguished air," dmd??? That was the mussels, trust me. *L*

Posted by: Scottynuke | July 20, 2007 7:33 AM | Report abuse

Well Scotty I don't know about you but I have found the "Grover Wave" to be very distinguished :-), one might say regal like.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 7:40 AM | Report abuse

I think Grover got knighted at some point, dmd, so that makes sense. :-)

Posted by: Scottynuke | July 20, 2007 7:42 AM | Report abuse

A 5.27 a.m. kit? You having trouble sleeping, Joel?

Also, congratulations on your use of the very fine word "thwok." Mad Magazine's Don Martin would be very impressed. In fact, it made me realize that you bear a passing image of his famous Fester Bestertester character. (Which makes we wonder: does Newman resemble Karbuncle?)

Posted by: byoolin | July 20, 2007 7:53 AM | Report abuse

SCC: "passing image of" obviously should be "to."

As Fester himself would say, Gaaaah.

Posted by: byoolin | July 20, 2007 7:55 AM | Report abuse

SCC (accompanied by a "Fwap!" sound of hand slapping forehead): "a passing image to" makes no sense either.

Let's just leave it at "Joel=Fester."

Posted by: byoolin | July 20, 2007 7:59 AM | Report abuse

I cannot golf. Note that I am not claiming that I cannot golf well. I am stating that I cannot play the game at all. For in golf, like all sports in which one object is used to strike another, a certain minimum level of coordination is required. A level of coordination routinely achieved by wee children, the chronically intoxicated, and the legally dead. I lack this level of coordination.

My father-in-law, for whom golf is the answer to all existential conundrums, initially resisted this conclusion. When I first married his daughter he spent many frustrating hours attempting to get me to master the fundamentals of the game. (Something about pretending to carry a platter of food when attempting to swing stands out in memory.)

Alas, he eventually realized that I was about as likely to master the intricacies of coordinated large body motion as I was the ability to ovulate. It just wasn't in my nature.

Eventually he decided to give up and hope for better luck with the grandchildren. And his patience paid off. My son is a respectable golfer, and when visiting the in-laws he will often spend time golfing with his grandfather. While the rest of us sit by the pool sipping exotic beverages.

So sometimes things do work out.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 20, 2007 8:18 AM | Report abuse

new kid on the block : just lurk for a while.
The Achenblog is unique.

(BTW: Do you know Donnie Wahlberg? My little sister thought he was super cute.)

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 20, 2007 8:23 AM | Report abuse

"The game of golf would lose a great deal if croquet mallets and billiard cues were allowed on the putting green."

Ernest Hemingway

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 20, 2007 8:31 AM | Report abuse

Welcome NK onthe Block. Feel free to bypass my medium longish post on neo folk song. For the record, I snipped verse 1 and the chorus. I cudda posted the whole burrito....

I guess we may be hot air, but we tend to be civil and silly and take liberties with tangets.

Would you care to post a semi- self-indulgent response to the golf blog entry? We will try it and perhaps riff on it.

Unlike other blogs, we don't spew invective or rant. Perhaps we might be boring.

Have you visited the On Balance WaPo blog? Such a study in mean mommyism and perfect parenting positions.

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 8:39 AM | Report abuse

And NewKid, we might appear clannish. Imagine this is a bar. You see us all at two corner tables laughing AND getting good waitstaff attention.

Lurk, yes. Or even try asking us something like, "know any good miniature golf courses in the area?" Or any such stranger-in-town question.

Have a good day, and guess what? We mean it.

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 8:43 AM | Report abuse

Just for the record, the new kid on the block is not me, the old newkidontheblog.

Posted by: old new kid | July 20, 2007 8:54 AM | Report abuse

Joel, Now that I think about it a bit, what you report seems to express one of the unique characteristics of golf: the effect of the environment. Although in many sports the influence of different venues affects the play, in golf this is brought to a whole new creative level. The radical differences between courses seems to me to be part of the charm of the game.

Although, from your description the "charm" part of Rock Creek might be especially subtle.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 20, 2007 9:04 AM | Report abuse

Martooni, Thinking of you. Have you ever think of jotting down the short, wild stories you told little Beany in the nights? The Potter is come to an end tonight and you would be an excellent writer of short stories for the children.

Posted by: daiwanlan | July 20, 2007 9:06 AM | Report abuse

Oh, and Error Flynn. If you suddenly find that the Ground Hogs are starting to pelt your house with golf balls, you will know where they got them.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 20, 2007 9:06 AM | Report abuse

New kid, I understand what you're saying. One of the great things about Achenblog is that the main item, the "kit" is easily accessed and the comment section, or "caboodle," remains hidden unless you click the link. Even if you want to leave a comment, and reading the rest of the comments irritates you, you can just click and scroll, leave your comment and skedaddle. If you do like to read what other people have to say then feel free to read, skim, pore, con, peruse, whatever, it's entirely up to you. I have been enjoying them since the beginning. I'm not the only one who reads every comment, every day--there's a bunch of us. If the comments aren't long-winded ENOUGH for you, after a while, you might want to check out our FAQ:

Posted by: kbertocci | July 20, 2007 9:10 AM | Report abuse

CP, did CeePee Boy swim last night?

Last night I dreamt a long, vivid, very life-like scenario. When I woke, I remembered that everyone in the dream called me "Yoki" and I responded as readily as I would to my real name. I don't know whether to be delighted or alarmed.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 9:13 AM | Report abuse

At least they didn't call me "dear."

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 9:14 AM | Report abuse

One of the funniest sights to me is a golf course in New Orleans. Flat as a pancake. A couple of small rises where they piled up some dirt I guess and planted grass.

New NKOTB... you don't have to imagine us as a group at a bar; you could have seen it for real last night. And those of us who weren't there in person were definitely there in spirit.

[PS.. I love the Barenaked Ladies' song about you.]

Posted by: TBG | July 20, 2007 9:14 AM | Report abuse

For me golf is about standing in the middle of an empty field, fighting mosquitoes and black flies while waiting to be struck by lighting. I just don't get it. I played the few obligatory corporate games and the only thing I ever won was the prize for the biggest divot. I struck the underside of a large chunk of turf overhanging a sand bunker. I missed the ball and sprained my wrist of course but a 2 square feet island of turf got detached from the mainland and fell in the bunker. My partner insisted to bring the 20 lbs chunk with us to register it in the divot contest. The golf course maintenance crew gave me the evil eye for the rest of the day.

Posted by: shrieking denizen | July 20, 2007 9:26 AM | Report abuse

>I cannot golf.
RD, I'm right with ya on that. I can't hit a baseball either. Ever. I have clubs and balls and a farmers' field to aim over so I can actually try right from my tiki bar, and it's pitiful.

>Oh, and Error Flynn. If you suddenly find that the Ground Hogs are starting to pelt your house with golf balls, you will know where they got them.

Funny you should mention that. My buddy on vacation played a fair amount of golf back in the day and was hitting a bunch out on the back 40, said "this is back to normal, I lost 75% of them". So on the way out to the shore we spied a groundhog on the street where I *never* see them, and he glared right at me.

I suspect they're going to try to shag and trade the balls to support their nefarious purposes and strike back.

Posted by: Error Flynn | July 20, 2007 9:29 AM | Report abuse

Yoki, yes. CeePeeBoy swam last night at the last practice before the huge divisionals meet on Sat. am. We are in the medium-intense bracket, so most of our swimmers will be smoked the following week in the All Stars meet. I expect CeePeeBoy to place or show, but not win. In swimming, all times are posted on could actually have a virtual meet, instead of real ones. Apparently, in prairie places out west, the digital meet era is underway.

Mayent (how does that sound?) I brag, momentarily?

CeePeeBoy has the makings of a marvelous back stroke specialist. His shoulder joints are wacky-loose, yet he is moderately muscled. He has hyper-extended elbows. He is terrier-like in nature (game for anything) and fearless (will swim backward, trusting that seeing does NOT matter). After hitting his head on the wall one year, and going into seizure mode, he continued swimming backstroke the next day.

Like the Timex watch of the John Cameron Swayze era, takes a lickin' but keeps on tickin'.

However, unless a child commits to five-day/week 5AM year-round practice, he will stay in the bush leagues. Therefore, like many of us, he is a master in his small universe, but takes his lumps annually when he is smoked out of the water by amazing and dedicated year-round swimming folk.

Here is my point (sorry NKID if you are bored or irritated); HE DOES NOT CARE about losing big time. Oh, joy, for a child to work hard and be happy!

Yoki -- you can still get some garden action. Stay tuned.

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 9:38 AM | Report abuse

CP, I think CeePee boy will be a very successful human being.

Posted by: Slyness | July 20, 2007 9:44 AM | Report abuse

What EF and RD say, 'Mudge could comment on. Youth baseball is dying. One problem is that some kids can field but cannot hit. Hitting requires a specially set of skills and abilities. Golfing too. KIT CONNECTED!

(I am a hitless sort, too.)

This summer a student wrote directions on how to repair golf course "pimples." Apparently, he is so good, that he is on call for three area golf courses. Heroes are everywhere.

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 9:46 AM | Report abuse

CP your description of CP Boy makes me nostagic for my past swimming days, my sister was the true swimmer in the family (backstroke specialty). Is this the asthma child? Quite an accomplishment if it is, good for him. I do not miss the 5am practises though, especially in winter when I would show up at school with frozen hair, never had time to dry it before school.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 9:47 AM | Report abuse

Hi DMD -- you chlorine gal, you. Yes, he is the asthma guy. Swimming, especially outdoors is practically a prescription for asthma-peeps. The breathing patterns -- unlike in anyother sport save religious-level yoga -- builds lung capactiy. Indoor swimming poses problems for some asthma kids, because the off-gassing of chlorine into the air. Outside, suspended CL is dispersed. CeePeeBoy's peak flow meter readings during swim season are stupendous....and fade during the winter.

Frozen hair! For him, he would be frozen plus snot-green.....and he already has that crispy hair that swimming guys sport since they tend to eschew a rinse and shampoo.....

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 9:54 AM | Report abuse

I do not golf, though I do miniature-golf. Actual golf and I have a long and highly neurotic relationship. When I was a kid, there were two golf courses within a 1/4 mile of our house, Oak Terrace CC and Squires CC. We were members of Oak Terrace because they had a big swimming pool, which is where I learned to be a water rat. When I was about 12, my father made my younger brother and me go to the country club on Saturday mornings to earn money by caddying. The object of the exercise was to learn how to earn money, etc.; he didn't care what we thought about golf as a sport. My brother and I both hated it, because we were still a little too small to be carrying full bags around a 5,000-yard course (Squires was even worse than OTCC: 6,000 yards and extremely hilly). Most of the caddies were older boys and bullies, so we usually were at the tail end of the line, and it wasn't unusual to wait five or six hours and still not get a round, and have to walk home empty-handed. If you got a gig, you got from $3 to $5 for a round for a single bag; sometimes you carried double and got maybe $7 to $10. (One day at Squires, the Archbishop of Philadelphia came out to play, and I got to carry double for him and whoever his golf partner was. Sumb1tch musta made me walk 12 miles that day. If he hit the right side of the fairway his partner hit far left. If he was long his partner was short. And they were NEVER on the same side of the green. I KNOW I walked twice as far as either of them did. I got $20, which was big money back then, but I've hated the Catholic Church leadership ever since. I was the guy cheering when the archbishop went over the railing in Godfather III. He shoulda had a 9-iron up his....well, never mind.)

One Saturday when I was waiting to caddy, the guy who ran the shoeshine concession in the clubhouse came out and said his regular helper had quit, and did anybody want a job shining shoes? There were only about three of us hanging around, and the other guys didn't want it, so I thought, what the he11, it's indoor work sitting down--that just HAD to be better than stumbling through the sweltering heat lugging a bunch of golf clubs around. So at the age of about 12 I got my very first job, as a shoeshine boy. The way it worked, golfers dropped off their street shoes by the shoeshine room adjacent to the locker on their way out to play, and I was supposed to shine them and put them by their lockers before they came back several hours later. I got a nickel a shoe, and if a golfer had two-tone shoes that required extra skill plus that white liquid application, then they were a dime a shoe. On a busy Saturday, I could make five or six bucks, which was as good or better than I'd make caddying.

So now, half a century later, I not only hate golf, I hate shining my shoes.

My father spent most of his working life in the trucking industry as a freight salesman and trucking terminal manager. Golf outings were pretty common in the trucking business, and perhaps two or three times a year he'd take a weekday off from work to go to some golf outing somewhere in the greater Philly region or New Jersey. As near as I could tell, the purpose of such outings were to play a round of golf as fast as possible and then go to the clubhouse and drink oneself into insensibility with one's comrades and associates. One year when I was about 14 or 15 my father got arrested for DUI driving home from a golf outing over near Pennsauken, New Jersey, and my mother--with smoke coming out her ears--had to drive over to Jersey to get him at the police station. I don't think she spoke to him for a month after that; it was *very* quiet around the house.

The highlight, though (and the point of this meandering story), is that when I was about 19 or 20 and in college, one day my father went to a golf outing and got arrested by the Upper Moreland police, again for DUI. I was watching TV about 10 at night when the phone rang, and a few minutes later my mother came into the TV room and said to me, "You go get the sonofab1tch this time." So I drove down to the Upper Moreland police station in Willow Grove (only 8 miles away) and picked him up.

Let me tell you, there is nothing, repeat nothing, quite so satisfying as bailing your own dad out of jail on a drunk driving charge when you are 19 years old. It's like a free pass for life, because you know that if the same thing ever happens to you (and when you're 19 or 20 or 21, you know the odds are pretty darn good it might), there's not a &^%$# thing your dad can say.

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 10:02 AM | Report abuse

CP thanks for answering a question I was not bold enough to ask. I too have asthma (didn't have it as a child) and indoors the chlorine can bother me.

There is a picture of me as a child on one of our vacations where my hair colour is the colour of wheat, crusty with the famous shine only chlorine can provide.

For me gold and swimming are similar they are both places where I can feel very relaxed and calm, on the golf course enjoying all the sights of trees, shrubs, flowers, birds, sound of the wind, my cursing when I miss a shot. The pool for me was a place to be truly alone with my thoughts, to day dreams, feel the rush of the water, and then hear my coaches and mother yelling at me to focus!

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 10:02 AM | Report abuse

DMD -- I appreciate hearing the asthma stuff. Somehow it works to hear that others have this stuff too. You might breathe better in a bromine pool. Some pools use a mixture of strategies. College pools and elite clubs are moving toward bromine: less caustis on swimwear, vinyl/plastic parts, and even hair. Bromine is more expensive than chlorine systems.

CPBoy does better in a bromine pool, but no youth clubs swim at such. I have become quite the swimmer since I feel a need to be around when he swims, etc. PS. I swim with fins, almost exclusively. Cheating, I know. But the masters coaches are learning to live with it; and it keeps me out of adult swim meets. I am, however, a natural breast stroke swimmer. From years, perhaps of being a sprinter in high school and college. This seems to be the only swimming stroke where shorter peeps have a chance.

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 10:11 AM | Report abuse

Ok, between Mudge ("Discussion touched on good names for an imaginary band, where one can find rarified air, and the topics of the day. Oh, and bc's pickle, too.") and RD ("Alas, he eventually realized that I was about as likely to master the intricacies of coordinated large body motion as I was the ability to ovulate.") folks in adjacent office areas are convinced I am insane. Women snorting uncontrolably at their screens tend to get that reaction. Thank goodness coffee wasn't involved.

CP, CeePee boy's attitude will serve him well in life. But you already knew that.

Today's Pearls Before Swine reminded me of the boodle. Websense keeps me from providing a link--sorry!

BPH was indeed a good time, and we made the most of people-watching opportunities. Men's pointy shoes, a woman's Woody Woodpecker laughter, the works.

Posted by: Raysmom | July 20, 2007 10:12 AM | Report abuse

The purpose of golf is to provide a convenient location for cross-country runners to practice.

Posted by: StorytellerTim | July 20, 2007 10:13 AM | Report abuse

Mornin' Boodle...

Still here. Passed the danger/misery stage and now just dealing with moderate jitters and occasional discombobulance. Only did a six-pack yesterday and haven't had a drop since 5pm -- and don't plan on any more drops. Ever (I hope).

Anyway, I took my name off the waiting list at the clinic -- even if they got me in today, it would be pointless since all the heavy lifting is done. Let some other poor bugger in worse shape have my place.


[* pushing start on the counter *]

Posted by: martooni | July 20, 2007 10:16 AM | Report abuse

Martooni, good to hear from you. Be ordinary. Be brave. Let us know when the woodshop is open.

High fivin' you and dropping off a thermos of good proletariet coffee plus 'Mudge's faux sour cherry pie, since sour cherries have yet to arrive in the market.

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 10:19 AM | Report abuse

CP good for you for participating in Masters swimming. At my Dad's funeral I had a chance to catch up with a neighbour of ours when I was growing up. An architect he built a house with an indoor pool, he had been swimming for around 50 years now, the last thirty(?) at a masters level, touring the world for competitions. Not sure his current age 75-80?, he looks amazing and is quite an inspiration. We also have another family friend who at 86 still plays a mean game of tennis, he and my mom played a lot when I was growing up, he has conceded slightly to age as he only plays doubles now. I think even at 86 he could still easily beat me in a game.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 10:21 AM | Report abuse

Howdy. My dad played golf every weekend when I was a kid, and my mom played often as well. I never learned. Ivansdad is an avid golfer. He made it a condition of our marriage that I learn to play, and I cheerfully agreed, because (lawyer alert) he didn't say when. I'm sure I'll get around to it someday. I have actually tried to play and have no skill or ability (though I'm okay with miniature golf). I like being on the golf course, I'm just not interested in the game. I encourage him to play with the Boy, who also isn't really interested but at least will try.

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 20, 2007 10:22 AM | Report abuse

Martooni, it is good to hear from you. Congratulations for beginning again. Now that you've got through the detox, don't go it alone. Find a meeting. As someone said earlier, if you have trouble with the underlying AA philosophy, fake it and go through the motions until something starts working for you. Looking forward to seeing the counter.

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 20, 2007 10:25 AM | Report abuse

Every once in a while, mrdr likes to pretend I can golf. He suffers under the delusion that if I do it more often, I will improve. He bought me clubs, and a really nice bright yellow golf bag, and some spiffy white shoes, and even some of those little white calf skin gloves.

So far, I am very very good at proving him wrong. I did bear progeny who golf. The boys have been whacking things around since they were 2 and 3.

Posted by: dr | July 20, 2007 10:31 AM | Report abuse

Martooni good to hear from you, good luck moving forward.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 10:31 AM | Report abuse

About 15 years ago I decided I should take up golf (that wording is deliberate--see the warning sign?) I took two stints of group lessons, went to the driving range regularly, and finally gave up. I realized that, to be even OK at it required a level of practice and persistance that just wasn't worth it to me. I didn't enjoy the game well enough for it to be worth it. If I want to enjoy the outdoors, I just go for a walk. So dmd and anyone else who has gotten over this hurdle, my hat's off to you.

Posted by: Raysmom | July 20, 2007 10:32 AM | Report abuse

Busy morning, then off to lunch at an Unspecified Location with Nobody.

Had a fine time at the BPH, missed all of you who weren't there. The pics should be - interesting. [bc, looking worried] Scotty, there aren't any pics of my pickle, are there?

I've played golf since I was a teenager, but only a few times a year. For all that, I don't embarass myself too often, and occasionally hit lucky shots that make me weep with joy, like a drive off a par 3 at Hains Point that stopped about a foot from the hole [sank the Birdie putt], and proving that I could too drive a 3 wood 200 yards off of a fairway at Redgate, with the ball stopping about 4 feet from the pin, much to the shock of my boss at the time.

CP, I did indeed play Monte's back in the day.

Just a note that today is July 20th, the 38th anniversary of Armstong and Aldrin's landing Eagle on that big sleeping satellite in our sky. If that generates a Tasmin Archer tune cootie for some of you, you're welcome.


Posted by: bc | July 20, 2007 10:33 AM | Report abuse

It was easy for me Raysmom, like Mudge we belonged to a Golf club when I was growing up, Dad played a lot, mom a little - this was in the days when women could only play on one day or at set times. My oldest brother plays as well and one of his sons is an excellent young golfer. From as far back as I can remember after dinner on Sundays Dad, my brother and I and sometimes mom, and my sister and other brother would head to the back yard and hit golf balls (60-90 yards depending on where we were living). As the years past I began to take and interest in playing the game, it was a good opportunity for my husband and I to enjoy some time together.

We still have that family tradition, after dinner at my parents who ever wanted to would head outside to hit golf balls. In a little over a month we will complete the sale of the my parents final home - I think out last duty will be to hit a round of balls in the yard.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 10:39 AM | Report abuse

Actually, bc, that engenders a "Ptang! Ptang! Zooooooooooom! Come in, Buzz Aldrin!" kinda cootie.


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 20, 2007 10:42 AM | Report abuse


Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 10:46 AM | Report abuse

A quick follow-up thought.

Joel, what you describe would not happen to Tiger Woods, but it *would* happen to Phil Mickelson. Ever since he had that one crazy hole at Tiger's tournament here a few weeks ago, he's been prone to it.

God does not play dice, but he does play golf with Heisenberg, who can't ever watch his ball and remember what color, brand or model he's playing, and if he does remember, he loses track of the ball.

Heisenberg's golf game sounds a bit like Joel's, come to think of it.


Posted by: bc | July 20, 2007 10:56 AM | Report abuse

>an affidavit affirming that what I am about to report is true

Everyone knows there are no athiests in foxholes or in golf.

Posted by: SonofCarl | July 20, 2007 10:56 AM | Report abuse

Dear Anonymously Confused:

You just don't get it.

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 10:58 AM | Report abuse

You got something against words?

Posted by: Raysmom | July 20, 2007 11:00 AM | Report abuse

bc, say howdy to your lunch companion for me.

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 11:00 AM | Report abuse

Ach, one last:

martooni, I'm glad you're making progress, sir. Please consider asking for help or trying to get on a list pronto if you need it. We care, and we want to see you happy and healthy and successful at getting your life where you want it to go.


Posted by: bc | July 20, 2007 11:03 AM | Report abuse

Yoki, your "dear" comment made me remember dinner the other night -- the waiter kept calling me "my dear." Okay, maybe it was only once or twice, but it felt like a pattern. Fine from a grandmotherly type with a southern accent at good old down home place (though then "honey" is really what's called for), but from a youngish guy at a place pretending to be fancy? My future mother-in-law said it was because I was young, but then later he called her "my dear," too. I'm not generally the umbrage-taking sort, so it's no big deal, but still irritating enough to stick around in the memory.

Posted by: bia | July 20, 2007 11:06 AM | Report abuse

OK, now I'm really mad. The powers that be at have removed the little drop-down menus for columns from the main Columns & Blogs page. So, to get my advice fix (Ask Amy, Hax, Miss Manners) I have to go to the Style page and scroll and scroll until I find them.

Geez. First they messed up access to discussions, then they eliminated two of the most important news links from the home page, and now this!

I thought I handled the whole redesign with great maturity and condescension, but now it's personal.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 11:06 AM | Report abuse

Don't play golf.

Posted by: TBG | July 20, 2007 11:06 AM | Report abuse

Yoki, your "dear" comment made me remember dinner the other night -- the waiter kept calling me "my dear." Okay, maybe it was only once or twice, but it felt like a pattern. Fine from a grandmotherly type with a southern accent at good old down home place (though then "honey" is really what's called for), but from a youngish guy at a place pretending to be fancy? My future mother-in-law said it was because I was young, but then later he called her "my dear," too. I'm not generally the umbrage-taking sort, so it's no big deal, but still irritating enough to stick around in the memory.

Posted by: bia | July 20, 2007 11:07 AM | Report abuse

Copy that, Mudge.


Posted by: bc | July 20, 2007 11:09 AM | Report abuse

Oops, sorry about the double post.

new kid (I assume that's you posting anonymously?), I find it amusing that you express your concern for excess verbiage in multiple repetitive posts. :)

Posted by: bia | July 20, 2007 11:11 AM | Report abuse

Anonymous, how many words is it over the three ("don't play golf") that form the basis for your question? Be specific. Count 'em up, report the number, and your query will have some substance. If you're counting Boodle posts, please disregard in your count all off-topic references to swimming, forms of address, and Martooni.

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 20, 2007 11:17 AM | Report abuse

I wonder if a certain somebody is feeling any umbrage for being called a nobody?

Posted by: omni | July 20, 2007 11:20 AM | Report abuse

From the Government Institute of Language Preservation comes this warning: There is a coming scarcity of words. Due to atmospheric interferences as yet to be identified, experts predict a coming word shortage. Unless everyone worldwide commits to a 50-75% reduction in word usage, we will run out of words by 2027. This applies only to the written word. Drivel uttered over cell phones while walking down the street, driving,standing in the supermarket line, etc. etc. appear to have no impact on the impending crisis.

Posted by: Raysmom | July 20, 2007 11:23 AM | Report abuse

Raysmom, I think we could still comfortably make quota on word count if certain people (i.e., certain age groups) simply omitted, "like," and "ya know," and "and I'm, like, ya know, [quoted content] and so then she's like, ya know [quoted content], and then I'm, like, ...[etc.]."

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 11:28 AM | Report abuse

Raysmom, this crisis calls for intervention by Harry Potter. Think JK will be up to it?

Don't play golf, either, TBG.

Posted by: Slyness | July 20, 2007 11:29 AM | Report abuse

Anonymous poster at 10:52 AM contributes: "I'm confused. Why so many words to say "Don't play golf"?"

Your confusion arises from the fact that you are socially inept. Don't worry; nothing to be ashamed about; it's just an unfortunate disadvantage with which some of us must struggle. You happen to be one of them. Despite lacking a talent in this regard, you may nevertheless find it valuable to be able to interpret such situations, thus I will presume to instruct you.

The point is that these posts are not about playing golf. Golf discussion is merely a pretext, the raw clay from which one molds a sculpture to express one's experience of the human condition, to share this experience with others and thus achieve an element of emotional resonance.

It may be that your social ineptitude has left you unable to perceive subtext in other important arenas, depriving you of an awareness of much of the content of Western literature. As a helpful hint, let me give you a few tidbits to start you down the road to effective literary interpretation:

"The Chronicles of Narnia" is not about a made-up place called Narnia. It's about the development of moral consciousness, and the experience of leading a moral life, within Christian theology. Aslan the Lion is really Jesus.

"Lord of the Flies" also is Christianity expressed as an adventure story. Simon is Jesus, or perhaps Moses. The Boar's Head on a spear is the Golden Calf (yep, sounds like Moses more than Jesus). The narrator (what's his name?) definitely is the apostle Peter.

"A Modest Proposal" is not an advocacy statement for the benefits of eating Irish babies, it is a long-form joke (aka, "satire") that depicts the ultimate expression of man's inhumanity to man as the logical fulfillment of social policies and attitudes toward the downtrodden and oppressed.

In "The Scarlet Letter", Hester Prinn is a symbolic representation of Mary Magdalene and the parable about throwing stones -- yep, Christianity, again. The most moral person is the one who has "sinned" and acknowledges it.

"Little Miss Sunshine" is not about the emotionally abusive children's beauty pageant industry.

"The Lion King" is really "Hamlet", with most of the good parts removed, but it has a better theme song.

"John Henry" is not about on-the-job injury, workmen's compensation, and the benefits of automation and mechanization, it is about the nobility of striving against the insurmountable.

"Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" is not about the descent of an ill-bred boy into a life of crime and degradation. It is about the dichotomy between socially-rewarded action and self-evidently moral action. See, also, Henry David Thoreau's essay on Civil Disobedience ( ).

"Casey at the Bat" is not about baseball, it is about an arrogant jerk and the wages of hubris.

"The Bush Presidency" is not about military success, it is about an arrogant jerk and the wages of hubris.

I hope this will be of some help to you.

Posted by: StorytellerTim | July 20, 2007 11:34 AM | Report abuse

bia - yes, anonymous person is cracking me up. Clearly, we've gotten under his/her skin. Talk about a lot of hot air!

dmd - your 10:39 - I'm glad you have that nice memory.

Raysmom - I had never read the Mommy blog until you mentioned it the other day...criminy! That's scary! Those people are MEAN!

My father was a scratch golfer and all my brothers are very good. They all offered to teach my husband when we got married, but hubby didn't take them up on it until a few years ago. My dad was diagnosed with cancer a few months after lessons began and was able to play for only a couple of months after that. Hubby and my dad played what was to be his last round of golf (didn't know that at the time) and they had a great time yukking it up that a 75 yr old with cancer could beat the daylights out of the whippersnapper son-in-law. Well, at least my dad had a good time yukking it up...

Posted by: Kim | July 20, 2007 11:38 AM | Report abuse

Oh, Tim, Tim, Tim. Your 11:34 needs to be carved on the side of a building somewhere. I'm actually a little verklempt. Wonderful.

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 11:47 AM | Report abuse

Me = (_EMc2_)

*for those who eschew words*


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 20, 2007 11:47 AM | Report abuse

ScienceKid #2 expressed some concern last night at dinner that I might not have sufficiently funny last words planned for when the inevitable arrives. I'm sure, now, that I'll choke at the last moment (as it were). At best, I might get out something derivative, ripping off Santa Ana: "Don't let it end this way. Tell them I said something." Weingarten has already claimed "I wish I'd spent more time at the office." I'm thinking of "I wish I'd eaten more cheese" if the context is inappropriate for my first choice: "oops" or (time permitting) "well, that didn't work." I'd like to avoid the last word that reportedly is most common on cockpit voice recorders: "[bowel movement]!"

Posted by: ScienceTim | July 20, 2007 11:47 AM | Report abuse

Splendid, StorytellerTim. What a primer for the subtextually challenged!

Hamlet. I hadn't thought of that. I love it. I bet Ivansdad already got there, but then, like you, he thinks about these things professionally. We dilettantes take longer.

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 20, 2007 11:51 AM | Report abuse

Actually, ScienceKid#2 (should that be StorytellerKid?) recently asked if there had been a book of The Lion King before the movie. I said "sure, it's called Hamlet." I admitted it was actually a play, so the crossover is not complete.

I decided to avoid commenting on "Oedipus Rex" and the Oresteian Trilogy -- possibly because I have never seen nor read any of them all the way through, either. At least, I know the mythological story of Oedipus. Except, shouldn't that be "Oedipus Basileus"?

Now, who can help me on one that I have never read, nor seen all the way through -- "Waiting for Godot"?

Posted by: StorytellerTim | July 20, 2007 12:00 PM | Report abuse

Hello boodlers. Glad you had fun at the BPH. I always look forward to the pictures. I am a terrible golfer but strangely I like to watch the game and don't even mind riding along in the golf cart--I read while they play and look up occasionally. But only 9 holes. I just like being outside. And golf courses are usually beautiful. Except Rock Creek Golf Course. Picturing Joel and the disappearing ball made me think of Caddy Shack. Probably the funniest movie ever. Ya never know, Joel. Thwok on.

Posted by: birdie | July 20, 2007 12:06 PM | Report abuse

Kim, your story brought tears to my eyes, my husband and father were very close and they enjoyed golfing together, sometimes with my uncle as well. They are memories my husband will always cherish, and laugh as dad wandered in the woods to find the lost golf balls others left behind - yet again.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 12:07 PM | Report abuse

StoryTeller Tim, you've reminded me of my priciple task for the day. To locate and purchase a copy of Branagh's 'Love's Labour Lost'. I've seen it before, and caught the last half hour of it last night.

Posted by: dr | July 20, 2007 12:10 PM | Report abuse

I'll give it a shot:

'Waiting for Godot' is not about two doofuses (or doofi) waiting for an acquainance they barely know. It's about a boot. Which is why this play belongs in the category called "Theater of the Absurd".

Posted by: omni | July 20, 2007 12:23 PM | Report abuse

What do you want to know about "Waiting for Godot," Tim? Wikipedia says it was voted "the most significant English language play of the 20th century, which I think is going somewhat overboard. In general, I think it performs better on stage than it reads as a play.

Also according to a source: "The Irish critic Vivian Mercier called Waiting for Godot a play in which 'nothing happens, twice'." Which I suppose would make it a Seinfeld re-run back-to-back.

In 1989 director Mike Nichols (The graduate) did a revival of it at Lincoln Center featuring (get this) Steve Martin, Robin Williams, Bill Irwin and F. Murray Abraham--and the critics hated it, to whit:

"Manchester Guardian Weekly
November 20, 1988
Pg. 27
Godot with pratfalls
W. J. Weatherby at the Lincoln Centre

MIKE NICHOLS'S much heralded production of Waiting for Godot at New York's Lincoln Centre is based on a new text received from Samuel Beckett in August just in time for rehearsals. Until this new text is published, it is hard to say just how much Beckett is responsible for turning Godot into a tropical American comedy, with even a joke about the election.

Certainly comedian Robin Williams, the master improviser, broke the promise he made in rehearsals to play Estragon straight with no riffing. While the master of mime, Bill Irwin, was in the middle of Lucky's intellectual ramble, Williams apparently could restrain himself no longer and, in the manner of a stand up comic seeking audience participation, he ambled over to the front row and borrowed a woman's programme. He giggled wildly when he spotted his own name in it and then shared the joke with Vladimir, played by Steve Martin.

The audience's laughter seemed to inspire him to stray even further from the text. Seeing Bill Irvin still crazily orating, he cried at him "you're a liberal" and the audience, recognising the allusion to Michael Dukakis, laughed even louder. The audience seemed to be all for the improvisations and additions to the text. At the interval an actor behind me praised Robin Williams for being "remarkably controlled" and he was serious.

Beckett's drama certainly lost its bleakness and sense of "nothingness" with Messrs Williams and Martin enlivening it with almost every classic comedy routine from Laurel and Hardy slapstick to a Charlie Chaplin game with a bowler hat. There was even a Robin Williams mocking impersonation of military macho. Whether any of it was spontaneous improvisation from their extensive repertoire or whether it was all carefully rehearsed one couldn't be sure, but Mike Nichols's original conception seemed to be to stress the comic side by Americanising the play with Martin and Williams in seedy clothes resembling two of New York's homeless waiting not for Godot but for free dinners.

Godot's symbols and double meaning faded into the background as this duet took over. There is nothing like broad comedy of the Williams and Martin kind to bring a dramatist down to earth. Beckett's pregnant pauses and dramatic use of silence that can seem so dull and draggy in more solemn productions was here a wonderful excuse for matchless mime worthy of the great silent comedies, but inevitably some of the meaning of Beckett's fable of Everyman was lost in the fun.

F. Murray Abraham's Pozzo and Irwin's Lucky the slave master and his slave were strangely the only characters who were not Americanised or fitted into the comedy act although it would have been easy to do so just by casting a black actor as Lucky.

The biggest loss came at the end when Steve Martin's twilight soliloquy seemed too low key and to be playing on the audience's sentimental sympathy after his continual high spirits of the preceeding two acts. Martin's professional manner, bland with a touch of genuine innocence, so amusing when he was playing the bum picking fleas off his seedy clothes, appeared too solemn when he was seriously philosophising. He met the fate of any comedian who plays Hamlet. One noticed not only what a fake philosopher he was but also what a fake bum.

Turning Beckett's feast of agnostic irony into a series of revue sketches threatened to make Godot no more than a vehicle for Martin's and Williams' favourite routines. Steve Martin in a film recently turned Cyrano de Bergerac into a contemporary American with a long nose and he has now done much the same with Vladimir. As Mike Nichols did not stride on stage to demand what the hell Williams was doing, his improvisations presumably had the director's approval. But one wonders if there will be any negative reaction when news reaches the author in Paris."

Be that as it may, I think the version I wish I'd seen was the 1956 Broadway version with the great Bert Lahr (Cowardly Lion in Wizard of Oz, for you untutored young'uns), E.G. Marshall and Kurt Kazner:

"April 20, 1956
Beckett's 'Waiting for Godot'
Don't expect this column to explain Samuel Beckett's "Waiting for Godot," which was acted at the John Golden last evening. It is a mystery wrapped in an enigma.
But you can expect witness to the strange power this drama has to convey the impression of some melancholy truths about the hopeless destiny of the human race. Mr. Beckett is an Irish writer who has lived in Paris for years, and once served as secretary to James Joyce.

Since "Waiting for Godot" has no simple meaning, one seizes on Mr. Beckett's experience of two worlds to account for his style and point of view. The point of view suggests Sartre--bleak, dark, disgusted. The style suggests Joyce--pungent and fabulous. Put the two together and you have some notion of Mr. Beckett's acrid cartoon of the story of mankind.

Literally, the play consists of four raffish characters, an innocent boy who twice arrives with a message from Godot, a naked tree, a mound or two of earth and a sky. Two of the characters are waiting for Godot, who never arrives. Two of them consist of a flamboyant lord of the earth and a broken slave whimpering and staggering at the end of a rope.

Since "Waiting for Godot" is an allegory written in a heartless modern tone, a theatre-goer naturally rummages through the performance in search of a meaning. It seems fairly certain that Godot stands for God. Those who are loitering by the withered tree are waiting for salvation, which never comes.

The rest of the symbolism is more elusive. But it is not a pose. For Mr. Beckett's drama adumbrates--rather than expresses--an attitude toward man's experience on earth; the pathos, cruelty, comradeship, hope, corruption, filthiness and wonder of human existence. Faith in God has almost vanished. But there is still an illusion of faith flickering around the edges of the drama. It is as though Mr. Beckett sees very little reason for clutching at faith, but is unable to relinquish it entirely.

Although the drama is puzzling, the director and the actors play it as though they understand every line of it. The performance Herbert Berghof has staged against Louis Kennel's spare setting is triumphant in every respect. And Bert Lahr has never given a performance as glorious as his tatterdemalión Gogo, who seems to stand for all the stumbling, bewildered people of the earth who go on living without knowing why.

Although "Waiting for Godot" is an uneventful, maundering, loquacious drama, Mr. Lahr is an actor in the pantomime tradition who has a thousand ways to move and a hundred ways to grimace in order to make the story interesting and theatrical, and touching, too. His long experience as a bawling mountebank has equipped Mr. Lahr to represent eloquently the tragic comedy of one of the lost souls of the earth.

The other actors are excellent, also. E. G. Marshall as a fellow vagrant with a mind that is a bit more coherent; Kurt Kasznar as a masterful egotist reeking of power and success; Alvin Epstein as the battered slave who has one bitterly satirical polemic to deliver by rote; Luchino Solito De Solis as a disarming shepherd boy--complete the cast that gives this diffuse drama a glowing performance.

Although "Waiting for Godot" is a "puzzlement," as the King of Siam would express it, Mr. Beckett is no charlatan. He has strong feelings about the degradation of mankind, and he has given vent to them copiously. "Waiting for Godot" is all feeling. Perhaps that is why it is puzzling and convincing at the same time. Theatregoers can rail at it, but they cannot ignore it. For Mr. Beckett is a valid writer."

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 12:29 PM | Report abuse

Oog. Anonymous, you have got me. I am wounded. I wither before your scathing wit and sharp rhetoric. Surely, you are the Pithy Man.

Posted by: StorytellerTim | July 20, 2007 12:33 PM | Report abuse

Sigh...snarky wasn't good enough for Anonymous, now he/she is getting nasty. What's up with that?

Posted by: Kim | July 20, 2007 12:33 PM | Report abuse

Didi and I were going to sue Warner Bros. for copying our characters with their "Mac and Tosh" chipmunk characters but our lawyer never got back to us.

Posted by: Gogo999 | July 20, 2007 12:34 PM | Report abuse

Anonnew guy, now you've got it. Its an Achenaddiction. And I see that by your manyposts, yours is coming along right nicely.

Susbstance, sir, we demand substance. If it be drivel, then let it be substantial drivel.

Byoolin, It seems to me that Newman, probably looks a lot more like this guy.

Posted by: dr | July 20, 2007 12:37 PM | Report abuse

I'm so disappointed. I Googled, and can't find a source for Pithy Man costumes. Must have to wait until Halloween.

Posted by: Raysmom | July 20, 2007 12:38 PM | Report abuse

Birdie, "Thwok on" is terribly funny. I'm thinking of a rock fan with a speech impediment.

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 20, 2007 12:42 PM | Report abuse

We also demand spaces between words. SCC Anon new guy, and many posts.

Just don't ask me to correct any spelling errors. I can't see for all the red ink.

Posted by: dr | July 20, 2007 12:43 PM | Report abuse

I can't golf. My husband took me once (after much persuasion on his part). I wore a skirt. That tells you what a golfer I am. By the 7th hole I was just "guiding" the ball to the hole. Instead of driving it, I picked it up and threw it once because I can throw much farther than I can drive.

I prefer racquetball.

I haven't been here in over a year. I'm glad there are still friendly faces. And that the blog monster is still the main picture. Fabulous illustration.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 12:43 PM | Report abuse

Pozzo informs me that Mac and Tosh pre-date Waiting for Godot by 2 years.


Posted by: Gogo999 | July 20, 2007 12:44 PM | Report abuse

Hummm. 'En attendant Godot' can't really be "the most significant English language play of the 20th century" as it was written in French. It was my own recollection that, although an Irishman, Beckett wrote mostly in French after WWII. The guy's name is Estragon, not Tarragon. So, according to another Wiki entry, Sam B. wrote the play in 1948-49' and it was translated in English and shown in London circa 1952.

Posted by: shrieking denizen | July 20, 2007 12:47 PM | Report abuse

"My Mensa chapter isn't near as boring, and that is saying plenty!"

They tell you it's Mensa, do they? Have you checked the signature on the canceled checks for your dues?

Irony. You enjoy sneering at us and deriding us. Yet, you have been here and paying attention for hours, seeking solely to offer insulting jabs rather than offering some productive contribution to the conversation. How is this not the behavior of "the pathetic and the lonely"? Your need to come back with a rejoinder to every comment, in each case posing as snide and superior -- how is this not "posturing?"

Posted by: StorytellerTim | July 20, 2007 12:48 PM | Report abuse

You belong to Mensa, Anonymous? That's where I met my ex. I never met so many people I didn't care for, in one place.

Posted by: Slyness | July 20, 2007 12:48 PM | Report abuse

Welcome back Sara.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 12:49 PM | Report abuse

Oh, and Godot that I have seen twice is as inscrutable in French as it is in English. This is NOT a problem of translation.

Posted by: shrieking denizen | July 20, 2007 12:53 PM | Report abuse

Sara's back! Welcome back, Sara! You don't know me -- I was only lurking when you were around. But I was thinking of you recently, because I've become obsessed with wedding dress shopping (almost a year out; sigh, I hate being a cliche), and I was remembering your report on finding your great dress.

Posted by: bia | July 20, 2007 12:54 PM | Report abuse

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 12:57 PM | Report abuse

Buh-bye. Good luck with your membership in Menses, or whatever it was.

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 1:00 PM | Report abuse

Hey Sara! Long time no boodle, good to hear from you! How's the hubby?

Posted by: Slyness | July 20, 2007 1:01 PM | Report abuse

Nice to meet you, bia! Good luck with the wedding dress shopping. It can be completely awful but it can also be incredibly fun. Especially once you put "the dress" on.

Boodle crashers...can't live with 'em...

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 1:03 PM | Report abuse

Yoki, that's priceless.

Yanno, I really didn't care for many of the folks in the local Mensa chapter. They may have been good at tests but their social skills were...lacking. (Not that mine were great, 30 years ago, but still.)

Posted by: Slyness | July 20, 2007 1:05 PM | Report abuse

Excellent parting shot, Mudge...

Posted by: byoolin | July 20, 2007 1:06 PM | Report abuse

I think I started to lurk the day Sara posted her wedding pictures. Hello Sara, I'm Yoki.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 1:08 PM | Report abuse

Hey dmd and slyness!

The hubby is good. Working. Biology-ing. Life is pretty routine.

Nice to meet you, Yoki!

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 1:10 PM | Report abuse

For all you poison ivy suffers, a tip from Mary Schmich of the Chicago Tribune and friend of fellow columnist Eric Zorn (of the 1500-posts-on-his-blog fame).

9 things to keep your summer going smoothly --

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 20, 2007 1:17 PM | Report abuse

Sara!! *LTNS Grover waves* :-)

Posted by: Scottynuke | July 20, 2007 1:20 PM | Report abuse

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4. Tecnu. Hiking in Northern California a few months ago, a friend and I strayed into a thicket of poison oak.

Terrified of an itching outbreak, we asked a clerk at the Point Reyes market what to do.

He instantly plucked the skin cleanser Tecnu from the shelf and made the kind of enthusiastic product endorsement I later found echoed on the Internet. Tecnu prevents a rash by removing the oils of poison oak, ivy or sumac.

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 20, 2007 1:22 PM | Report abuse

Hey, hello Sara! I also think I was lurking as you were getting ready for the wedding; the pictures were lovely. I'm glad you're back.

AND you made me laugh out loud with "Instead of driving it, I picked it up and threw it once because I can throw much farther than I can drive." Now that's how I could play golf!

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 20, 2007 1:26 PM | Report abuse

Hi Scottynuke and Ivansmom!

Ivansmom, I remember you from before I left so you must have started boodling before my disappearing act. Though I have stopped in from time to time and done my own lurking lately, so maybe that's where I know you from.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 1:37 PM | Report abuse

Hey Sara, welcome back, been thinking about you a little lately. Oh yeah: Bang.

You may remember Yoki as Stampede (which I always thought was a way cool handle).

Posted by: omni | July 20, 2007 1:42 PM | Report abuse

Hi Sara! Apparently I came here after you left.

Great post over on the John Kelly chat:
"News release says Bush is to have a colonoscopy tomorrow. What will they be looking for? His head?"

Posted by: Raysmom | July 20, 2007 1:43 PM | Report abuse

I can drive further than I throw but I have vectorial issues. Say the pin is 200 yards North I'm likely to twock the ball 40 yards North and 200 yards West-North-West. I have to play with radio-active balls and a good Geiger counter to keep my ball loss to a reasonble level.

Posted by: shrieking denizen | July 20, 2007 1:44 PM | Report abuse

Sara's back?! This is a good day!!!

How have you been? I hope you are doing well and that you still dislike John Steinbeck.

Posted by: pj | July 20, 2007 1:48 PM | Report abuse

We actually talked about that Bush article this morning at work. We were saying we'd rather the huge grab-your-attention headline read, "minor procedure."

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 1:48 PM | Report abuse

Bia and Sara may be in the coveted under-35 demographic. If so, invite your friends.

HEY BOSS GUY OVERLORD! Are you keeping track?

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 1:49 PM | Report abuse

*sending a quick fax to CNSC about shriek's golfing habits*


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 20, 2007 1:52 PM | Report abuse

I do still dislike John Steinbeck. He still dehydrates me. When my husband thinks I haven't had enough water that day he mentions Steinbeck. Works every time.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 1:52 PM | Report abuse

Hi Sara! Great to see you.

Enjoyed a fine lunch today at an undisclosed location. But it's amazing that someone can find a place to park a big black helicopter at a shopping mall!

We need to find more boodlers in the Tysons area so's we can have more lunchtime Gutternalia. Daytime BPHs are just as much fun.

Posted by: TBG | July 20, 2007 1:53 PM | Report abuse

Hi, Sara.

Welcome back, it's nice to see you.


Posted by: bc | July 20, 2007 1:58 PM | Report abuse

Does this headline have anything to do with GWB's upcoming colonoscopy?

Administration Claims Broader Privilege Scope

Posted by: TBG | July 20, 2007 2:05 PM | Report abuse

Scotty, my esteemed colleagues over at the CNSC don't get excited with low activity stuff. One of our guys had to rattle their cage pretty hard to make them look at crappy drums used for yellow cake. So, don't hold your breath waiting for a reply.

Posted by: shrieking denizen | July 20, 2007 2:07 PM | Report abuse

TBG, I think it may have more to do with this headline: "Why Is Bush So Happy?"

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 2:09 PM | Report abuse

Actually the real Bush headline is funnier yet: it is: "Bush to Have Colonoscopy, Hand Power to Cheney." Uh, didn't he pretty much do that six years ago?

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 2:13 PM | Report abuse

"Cheney will serve as acting president until such time as Bush, who will be under anesthesia for the procedure, says he is ready to resume his duties, presidential spokesman Tony Snow told reporters.

The handover, expected to last two to three hours, will be just the third time in U.S. history that a president has made use of the Constitution's transfer of power to a vice-president."

In an unrelated news the Islamic Republic of Iran is now at Def Con 1.

Posted by: shrieking denizen | July 20, 2007 2:13 PM | Report abuse

Yes, they are, TBG.

Even when no alcohol whatsoever is involved.

Raysmom: "News release says Bush is to have a colonoscopy tomorrow. What will they be looking for? His head?"

Executive privilege?
A strategy to win in Iraq?
Harriet Miers?
Rove's wristwatch?

Ok, those last two were probably over the top (or under the bottom); sorry.

Instead of looking there, maybe they should look in Mianus. Speaking of which; "Leaving Mianus" is not as depressing a film as you might think.

All right, all right, stopping now.


Posted by: bc | July 20, 2007 2:17 PM | Report abuse

Thanks, Maggie O'D. Your description really matches thwok on, too. "A rock fan with a speech impediment." Hahaha. :-)

Posted by: birdie | July 20, 2007 2:52 PM | Report abuse

TBG - Look, like I said at the time, I really thought the roof would hold.

Anyway, both TBG and bc are delightful people to have lunch with. We came up with excellent solutions to all the world's problems. Sadly, though, we forgot to write them down.

Sara! Welcome back. I hope you have the opportunity to stick around a bit.

Maggie O'D - I buy Tecnu in the industrial size. It works great if you use it right away. The other thing that works to prevent the rash from forming is good old-fashioned Lye soap.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 20, 2007 2:58 PM | Report abuse

Scitim, Waiting for Godot is short on written dialogue. In a way, the pause between dialogue reflects the sense of being lost.

My English teacher once said that "Waiting for Godot" was a hit in a prison-- all the prisoners grasped the emotional context immediately.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 2:59 PM | Report abuse

Don't worry RD, I secretly recorded the whole thing.


Posted by: bc | July 20, 2007 3:00 PM | Report abuse

For the folks whose names are on the titles of the black helicopters; I was just kidding with my 3:00 comment.



Posted by: bc | July 20, 2007 3:02 PM | Report abuse

Gol darn it, Sara, Ivansmom, SD, you sound like my kind of golfers.

Sara, I was just thinking of you. My son got married last weekend, and I thought of you. I wore flip flops, NICE ONES, with little jeweley things on the straps. It was hot as hades(people were wearing clam diggers and only sadists wore suit jackets. I was cool and comfy and had a wonderful time. The bride's mother was just a tad jealous of my footwear.

Did the lunch involve big purple bows worn on shoulders?

Posted by: dr | July 20, 2007 3:04 PM | Report abuse

I guess Frosti is at her family reunion. I want to show her this great hire for police chief...

Posted by: TBG | July 20, 2007 3:11 PM | Report abuse

W must be sicker than we thought:

"President Bush signed an executive order Friday prohibiting cruel and inhuman treatment, including humiliation or denigration of religious beliefs, in the detention and interrogation of terrorism suspects.";

Call me paranoid, but I don't think Uncle Dick is gonna give back the keys to the shop...

Posted by: byoolin | July 20, 2007 3:14 PM | Report abuse

Well, since this seems to be a somewhat morbid Friday, today's "killer" quiz:

9/10, and not one of 'em glows in the dark!


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 20, 2007 3:20 PM | Report abuse

dr, I wore flip flops to my wedding. I sewed jewels on myself. I'm short and I didn't want to send my dress to be hemmed from the waist because the last thing I needed was to add $200 onto the bill and I definitely didn't want to wear 3.5" heels all day. I can't walk in 3.5" heels, let alone dance. Flip flops are the way to go.

Congratulations on your son's wedding!

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 3:25 PM | Report abuse

Personally, I really hope that Snape turns out to be good, and I certainly don't want one of the main three to die. It would be sadistic. Also I can't get over the feeling that there is more to the linkage between Petunia and Lilly than we have been let on.

Oops. Sorry. Wrong Blog.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 20, 2007 3:25 PM | Report abuse

Speaking of Harry Potter, is anyone else getting the book tonight? Because I sure am.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 3:29 PM | Report abuse

n/10 on the quiz, where n=whatever the number is and the accompanying text that didn't appear over the background image, presumably due to some weird thing going on with the firewall or the browser or possibly my contact lenses.

For the purposes of this exercise, let n=10.

Posted by: byoolin | July 20, 2007 3:29 PM | Report abuse

8/10. I don't know my eagles and crocs.

Posted by: Raysmom | July 20, 2007 3:32 PM | Report abuse

8/10 on the killers quiz. However, I do believe that I was robbed. On the spider question, they unfairly smear a spider, which has not actually been shown to be guilty of causing death -- unless they mean in the same sense that a honeybee sting "may cause death in humans" because of an allergy. On the crocodilian question, the answer also is unfair, as every one of those animals is, in fact, a crocodile -- in the answer, they make a specific species identification which is not in the question as asked. Personally, I maintain that I got at least 9/10, and possibly better. So there.

Posted by: ScienceTim | July 20, 2007 3:32 PM | Report abuse

I am under pressure to do to but I told the girls I'll get the book at 30% discount next Saturday while I'd get a 10% discount tomorrow. I have been deemed a very bad, cheap parent.

Posted by: shrieking denizen | July 20, 2007 3:32 PM | Report abuse

Sara - My son and I are getting it first thing in the morning. As a 16 year old, he grew up on Harry.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 20, 2007 3:32 PM | Report abuse

I heard that JK Rowlings just stops writing on the last page after Hermione, Ron, and Harry share some onion rings.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 20, 2007 3:34 PM | Report abuse

And 9/10, I don't know my iggles apparently.

Posted by: shrieking denizen | July 20, 2007 3:35 PM | Report abuse

In his Maclean's magazine column, Scott Feschuk has a list of the biggest surprises in the new Potter book.

(Example: "Turns out nobody at the school has any magical abilities whatsoever - Harry was just high the whole time.")

Scroll down to the second item in his column at

Posted by: byoolin | July 20, 2007 3:36 PM | Report abuse

We're going to the party at Barnes and Noble and then buying the book at Wal-Mart at midnight because it's half-price there. It's half-price at Barnes and Noble, too, if you're a member (and I am), I just want to get my book before 2 a.m. this year.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 3:37 PM | Report abuse

6 out of 10. Apparently I don't know my crocs, spiders, eagles or wild dogs.

Scotty, can't ya find a d@mn quiz about semicolons or classic movies or naval battles or spy novels or something?

Hey, Sara, welcome back. Missed ya, kid.

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 3:37 PM | Report abuse

Thanks Scotty I feel redeemed, I was doing great but didn't get the last three, rhino/hippo it was a coin toss just picture hippos as calmer. Aligator/crocodile I always get confused on them and I have never heard of a Harpy Eagle.

7/10 I am OK with that.

Sara and dr, I am going to a wedding next week, bejewelled flip flops sounds like a great idea - too casual for an evening wedding? Very fancy, plus my kids are in the wedding party so looking appropriate will probably matter.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 3:38 PM | Report abuse

Hogwarth was just a high school in Québec?

Posted by: shrieking denizen | July 20, 2007 3:40 PM | Report abuse

Anyway, I'm going to stay off the 'puter this evening to avoid the inevitable Potter Spoilers. Have a great weekend folks!

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 20, 2007 3:41 PM | Report abuse

10/10! All correct! One hunert precent! O joy and jubilation!
Can I join that Pensa whatchayamajiggerit now?

Posted by: Wile E 999 | July 20, 2007 3:42 PM | Report abuse

9/10 on the killers quiz. Missed the eagle question. I guess loving to watch shows on Animal Planet pays off.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 3:43 PM | Report abuse

byoolin, I liked Scott's breakdown of the political speech.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 3:44 PM | Report abuse

9/10 on the quiz, got #9 wrong, I also have never heard of a Harpy Eagle. I only had to guess on three of them however.

Posted by: omni | July 20, 2007 3:46 PM | Report abuse

Let no one say I don't take requests...

7/10, BTW


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 20, 2007 3:48 PM | Report abuse

SCC whatchyamajiggerit

Posted by: Boko999 | July 20, 2007 3:48 PM | Report abuse

Once again, let us assume n=10.

I am *really* good at these, no?

Posted by: byoolin | July 20, 2007 3:49 PM | Report abuse

I IM'ed with Son of G about Scott Feschuk's surprises and he wrote back...




Posted by: TBG | July 20, 2007 3:54 PM | Report abuse

8/10. Killer carnivores I know better then grammar.


Posted by: omni | July 20, 2007 3:55 PM | Report abuse

9/10 on the grammar quiz. Score one for technical writing. Though, to be fair, we had to take an almost identical quiz in that class last semester. That was kind of like using a cheat sheet on this one. I still mixed up the "lay/laid" one. I don't think I'll ever get that one down.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 3:57 PM | Report abuse

Son of G cracks me up.

9/10. Second-guessed myself on one and got it wrong.

Posted by: Raysmom | July 20, 2007 3:58 PM | Report abuse

9/10 on the grammar quiz. Apparently, I am adverbially challenged, some likely say. I feel bad about it.

Posted by: StorytellerTim | July 20, 2007 3:59 PM | Report abuse

8/10 on the grammar test. I nailed the it's vs its question thanks to 'Mudge.
Thanks to 'Mudge.

Posted by: Boko999 | July 20, 2007 4:00 PM | Report abuse

Harry Potter was actually Canadian? who knew.

Shocking news I got 6/10 on the grammar quiz. I always bet the me/I ones wrong as I was apparently raised to incorrectly say I all the time (is that one of the British excuses I can claim - dr?)

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 4:01 PM | Report abuse

Also, I feel pathetic, lonely, and postureful.

Posted by: StorytellerTim | July 20, 2007 4:02 PM | Report abuse

8 on the grammar. Sheesh. Well, it's a good think I only work for the gummint.

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 4:03 PM | Report abuse

I don't play golf either. I am terrible at golf. But, for some reason, put me on a horse and send me galloping down the field with a mallet the size of a club, and I can send the ball (and sometimes the horse) exactly where I want it to go.

That said, like Rock Creek, the playing field has a number of hazards, especially if you walk around after the game in bare feet.

Posted by: ex cap | July 20, 2007 4:04 PM | Report abuse

SCC: thing. Can't type or spell either.

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 4:05 PM | Report abuse

9/10 on the killer quiz

I'm a Potter-phile as well, just not a race-out-and-get-a-copy one. I haven't read any spoilers and hope not to. My predictions on the death toll are Harry and Snape.

Welcome back Sara.

Posted by: SonofCarl | July 20, 2007 4:08 PM | Report abuse

10/10 on the anaimals

5/10 on the grammar

its a shame we(me and the other) coulda been a contender.

I guess us will go outside

Posted by: greenwithenvy | July 20, 2007 4:08 PM | Report abuse

Ever wonder what kind of crowds Uriah Heep plays to these days? Answer - fish;_ylt=AjRtHSnAnpa1K9vPwkh9PYrMWM0F

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 4:14 PM | Report abuse

Apparently I don't watch Animal Planet enough...6/10.
Amazingly, I got 9/10 on the grammar quiz. I know I mangle some of my posts like nobody's business, so I don't know how I managed that.

Raysmom - oh, thanks for your Kelly's chat note. I'm going to a party tonight....I am going to use that one, hahahah...looking for his head. That was funny! I did see a bumper sticker at work today that made me laugh--

January 20, 2009
The End of an Error

Hi Sara! I think I was just starting to lurk when you posted your wedding pics.

And dr, I meant to say congratulations on your son's wedding. Nice pictures.

Is postureful even a word?

Posted by: Kim | July 20, 2007 4:15 PM | Report abuse

I think Red Head (ron?)buys it, he looks disposable. Red heads are like black guys in Startrek, don't get too attached to them. Snape turns out he's a good guy but dies helping Pothead against the VP (Voldemort Person). Any of the old Phoenix guys alive should thread carefully too.

Posted by: shrieking denizen | July 20, 2007 4:16 PM | Report abuse

8/10 on grammar. Things ain't any better in the private sector apparently.

re: funny WaPo headlines, this one made me smile:

U.S.-Canada Gulf Widening
Can Canada Do Anything to Stop It?

Posted by: SonofCarl | July 20, 2007 4:19 PM | Report abuse

10/10 on the killer quiz. I'd have committed hari-kiri had I gotten any less.

8/10 for the grammar; I shoulda been a contender, irregardless.

Harpy eagles are cool eagles, they're virtual griffins, they have a plume on their head, and their talons are as long as grizzly bear claws.

They're definitely a terrifying sight for any monkey or snake.

For a pic...

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 4:21 PM | Report abuse

I CAN FINALLY BOODLE!!! and even sara is here! wow! hey sara! ok - well i've saved up some boodling so bare with me...

ex cap - i saw that ferret special on PBS - i thought it was kinda funny - those ppl are sooo insanely obsessed! but i do love ferrets - i just hate the way they smell and they are a LOT of work...

9/10 on the killer quiz - ok, i REALLY got a 8/10 but i second guessed myself on one that i really knew so i'm giving myself the benefit of the doubt so there! :p

8/10 on the grammer - i is always really gooder at grammer.

bph last nite - what joy! what fun! what great fart jokes! if i use a telescope in miannus can i see uranus? and yes, i hugged everyone - even the waitress who has GREAT eyelashes and she got the kitchen to make me a special shrimp/pasta dish! YUMMMMMMM

i play golf too dmd! stop having so much in common with me! i work in a very male dominated field so i have to learn to play the boys games if i wanna be in on the loop - cuz you know that's where most of the impromptu meetings happen donchaknow... i mostly play tournies tho so it's usually best ball - and since i'm usually the only female on the team and i can tee from the girls tee - well, every once in a while my ball is best ball. i buy those "specialty" balls at the golf store - the ones painted to look like bright yellow tennis balls or cue balls - i've never lost a ball or confused my ball for someone else since! only probem is i need a shorter driver - i have female clubs but i bought pre-owned and since i'm so short - i shoulda gone custom... ah well...

i'm getting my potter book first thing sat morning at costco - at least i hope to... they usually have palattes of books on the first day.

Posted by: mo | July 20, 2007 4:21 PM | Report abuse

10/10 on the grammar quiz, 15/15 on spelling. I am marvelous, really. Haven't tried the killer quiz yet.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 4:25 PM | Report abuse

and dr - i loved the wedding pics! you guys look like my kinda ppl! (pst - kerric is a cutie pie!!! meow!!)

Posted by: mo | July 20, 2007 4:26 PM | Report abuse

I'd put smart money on Snape, but I suspect he will simply save Harry's life again just to tick him off.

Ron's not the only redhead out there.

Let's not forget Ginny and the trouble twins, Mr & Mrs Weasley, and that annoying not-so-red sheep Percival.

How many people want to see Umbridge go down?

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 4:26 PM | Report abuse

Hi Mo and thanks to your reasoning I can change my results on the quiz, due to second quessing I am now upping my numbers to 9/10 and 8/10.

Next time I am in DC we will golf mo, I think we can handle the course Joel mentioned, and by the way I am not SPAM :-)

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 4:28 PM | Report abuse

Hey, mo! Good to see you!

Way to go with the golfing. Golfing takes skills I don't have. I also don't plan to acquire them. Jeremy and I were at Sports Authority last night buying new racquetball glasses (we've been using chemistry lab glasses--we're cool) and he said, "When I'm a dentist I'm going to get some custom golf clubs because mine are too light and they tend to torque when I drive. We can get you some, too." I said, "Let's not waste that money on me. Just buy yourself some nicer custom ones and I'll buy a pair of jeans."

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 4:29 PM | Report abuse

9/10 on the killers. The eagle got me. Cool pic of the eagle, Wilbrod.

8/10 on grammar. Lay/lie and is/were got me.

Posted by: pj | July 20, 2007 4:29 PM | Report abuse

I'd love it if Umbridge would bite it. Awful woman.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 4:31 PM | Report abuse

7/10 on the killers and 8/10 on the grammar. The latter hurts my feelings.

My copy of HP comes tomorrow from Amazon, but I'll be tied up all day with a family wedding, so I don't get to read till Sunday. Bummer. At least I get this one before the younger child. She and I have read all the books together.

Posted by: Slyness | July 20, 2007 4:31 PM | Report abuse

10/10 on the killer quiz. I'm so good, I think I will give myself an early out.

Friends in for dinner tonight, day trip to the mountains tomorrow. Have a good weekend, everybody. I'll catch you Sunday, probably.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 4:34 PM | Report abuse


Your 11:34 post this morning was absolutely brilliant, but the last item needs a plural noun in there somewhere.

Posted by: pj | July 20, 2007 4:34 PM | Report abuse

10/10 - grammar

5/10 - beasties

*You may be dinner!*

The closest I ever get to nature is my screened porch.

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 20, 2007 4:34 PM | Report abuse

Summary of the death scene I'd like to see--

Umbridge marches up to Voldy, assuming he's a ministry peon, and insists he write 1000 lines "I shall not do Avada Kavadera inside the ministry."

He does-- on Umbridge's flesh.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 4:35 PM | Report abuse

dmd! i don't know how that happened! i never ever ever check my spam box and one day i just happened to and i was like "WAIT! OMG! DMD IS NOT SPAM!" - i quickly de-spamed you the minute i realized it! mea culpa! we m's hafta stay together!!!
(sorry mudge for the "like")
and hey - "35 and under"? what's THAT about?? what's wrong with just 35???

Posted by: mo | July 20, 2007 4:38 PM | Report abuse

dmd! i don't know how that happened! i never ever ever check my spam box and one day i just happened to and i was like "WAIT! OMG! DMD IS NOT SPAM!" - i quickly de-spamed you the minute i realized it! mea culpa! we m's hafta stay together!!!
(sorry mudge for the "like")

Posted by: mo | July 20, 2007 4:39 PM | Report abuse

Chemistry safety glasses, the nerd noose tightens!

HP ordered to be picked up this evening at the luddite independent bookstore in the area: VERTIGO books.

I don't read them, I listen to them on tape, as does most in the family. But we do own the books. At the swim meet tomorrow, during the copious down times between event we have assigned a few monitor-parents to WACK the kids who keep spilling beans about content. Two years ago at this time, I had to pull a certain boy out (NOT CeePeeBoy, really) who kept telling because he simply could not help it! He sat next to me; I am very scary in red-head/freckle burka-garb AND knitting needles. He is just now beginning to trust me again. Fierce, I must seem. Now he has a reason to go to therapy ten years hence. We do what we can.

Hey, SD, did you say that redheads tend to buy it? Watch out, as we have great powers...etc.

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 4:40 PM | Report abuse

I am laughing mo - Hugs.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 4:40 PM | Report abuse

35 and under the table... yeah, just 35 is fine ;).

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 4:41 PM | Report abuse

surfacing briefly from lurkerdom to ask a quick question - Reagan, Washington or Thatcher

(hope the link works)

Posted by: passinthru | July 20, 2007 4:41 PM | Report abuse

I'm sure JK has already gotten a howler from you, CP, promising magic consequences if she dares kill off any redheads.

Burqas with red hair? LOL. I hope it was in a tasteful color that wasn't black.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 4:43 PM | Report abuse


Posted by: mo | July 20, 2007 4:45 PM | Report abuse

Wilbrod, I see I am unclear. We fair ones, at least this one, cover up poolside. Sometimes I drape a white sheet around me, in addition to hat and sun protection, burka or burqua style.

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 4:47 PM | Report abuse


Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 4:52 PM | Report abuse

Oh, white burqa--much more flattering than black ;).

I simply avoid being poolside too much for the same reaason-- the water really does reflect the sun so it seems I sunburn twice as fast.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 4:53 PM | Report abuse

5 p.m. on a Friday...running like mad for the bus.

Have a good weekend, Boodle persons!

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 4:58 PM | Report abuse

The Chris Dodd caricature makes him look like John Ehrlichman (minus the hair, of course) and the bald Reagan reminds me of someone else. Calvin Trillin, perhaps? Not sure.

I'll go with Thatcher, too.

Posted by: pj | July 20, 2007 5:00 PM | Report abuse

I had to go back and find the spelling quiz after Yoki mentioned it. 15/15.

Dolores Umbridge must die while realizing how deeply wrong she is about everything. She cannot live with this knowledge, as she is incapable of personal growth -- either she dies, or the knowledge of her perfidy dies.

I maintain that an army of Hermiones will return from various moments in her future, all using the time-turner to reach the same moment. The army of brilliant Hermiones will weave a web of spells that will ensnare the Big V and incapacitate the Deatheaters. Hermione, being not a complete nitwit like the rest of the wizarding world, will implement her knowledge of both magic and physics to dispatch Big V to the Sun's interior (sure, he can't be killed -- who said anything about killing him? Sure, magic won't work on him, due to his protective spells -- but it can work on a piece of furntiture, to which he can be tied). Voldemort, consigned to ever-lasting immortal torment, until the Sun goes Red Giant, is nevertheless vanquished, effectively permanently. The Hermione army, triumphant, will then set the stage for Hermione, as she returns to her own respective moments throughout her future history, to take over the world and establish a benevolent (initially benevolent) utopian dictatorship. It is at this point that Harry finally realizes what must be his REAL life's quest -- to free Voldemort from the Sun and prevent Hermione's well-meaning tyrrany. Hermione, understanding that Harry will not be so enlightened as she, traps him inside a modified Pensieve (how come Hermione is the only one who seems to realize that there have been no new spells originated in centuries? I dunno -- must be her Muggle upbringing). Harry goes on to fight heroically against Hermione, at last defeating her in a showdown on Mercury as the awful Sun slowly rises and Voldemort draws her attention. Voldemort and Harry agree to disagree on the proper level of strnegth in a unitary executive, initiating a truly fair and representative Democracy that serves Muggle and Wizard alike, all for the benefit of the whole planet's survival. But sadly, it's all in Harry's head, as he will realize just before he dies. Hermione constructs multiple magical simulacra (golems) in the shape of various men she has fancied and maintains them as a tireless harem. At last, she dies, happy, evil, sexually satisfied by her last night with "Viktor Krum", and with fabulous teeth (remember, her parents were dentists, before she had them "re-educated").

At this point, the world is destroyed, as the Sun explodes. Voldemort is freed, but mindless and insane from his decades of infinite physical torment (he can't be killed, but he was buried in the Sun -- that's gotta hurt), drifting out into space, madly but silently chanting nonsense spells (no air, you see), slowly cooling, the radioactivity of his immortal flesh fading. At last, untold eons in the future, all that is left is an utterly mad Voldemort and a universe composed of photons, leptons, and quantum black holes. Oh, and Voldemort's remaining horcruxes. If only he were still functional, he could destroy them and finish his endless torment. But he can't.

Oh, the horror. The horror.

Posted by: StorytellerTim | July 20, 2007 5:03 PM | Report abuse

Man, it's only 3 here. I have two hours left.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 5:03 PM | Report abuse

Definitely Thatcher.

Posted by: Kim | July 20, 2007 5:06 PM | Report abuse

Not to mess up a Happy Friday on the blog, but I may have missed any discussion of the broad new expansion of executive privilege that the evil emperor asserted yesterday. If anyone could direct me to where a reasoned discussion of this is on the blog, I would be interested in reading it. The comments after today's WAPost article are, to me, a little too vitriolic.

Posted by: Lurkgineer | July 20, 2007 5:06 PM | Report abuse

Except that Hermoine doesn't have the self-confidence and the personal vendetta against Umbridge, I'd back your doomsday scenario, SciTim over more sappy deaths.

Personally I think she'd settle for jinxing Umbridge's wand so it never obeyed orders, sorta like how Ron's broken wand used to work.

No need to time-turn herself into an army of clones for revenge. Wouldn't that give her a transtemporal headache, anyway?

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 5:07 PM | Report abuse

>I heard that JK Rowlings just stops writing on the last page after Hermione, Ron, and Harry share some onion rings.

I knew that Sopranos' ending was going to affect more than just HBO.

Posted by: Error Flynn | July 20, 2007 5:09 PM | Report abuse

Lurkgineer, the most amazing thing was on the Post today -- that W asserts that the DoJ cannot even investigate a possible Contempt of Congress allegation, once he has claimed executive privilege -- even though that is what triggers the allegation.

Posted by: Tim | July 20, 2007 5:09 PM | Report abuse

Yeah that is what I am referring to. Scares me a lot, but I want to make sure that I understand it well, and I have found that the boodle does a very good job of catching nuances that I miss sometimes.

Posted by: Lurkgineer | July 20, 2007 5:12 PM | Report abuse

Ah, but this is Future Hermione, who already rules the world before she goes back in time in order to ensure that she rules the world. To her, Voldemort is merely an inconvenient bump in the road, and Umbridge is simply tiresome. This is Hermione-who-has-sent millions to have their memory modified, millions more to be executed, and established penal colonies on the Moon, Mars, and planets of the nearest stars. THIS Hermione is no shrinking violet, and she is unconstrained by the trivial morality of the temporally-bound. This is the Herrmione who, grown frustrated with the unwillingness of House Elves to stick up for themselves, has regretfully eliminated the entire species for being unworthy of continued existence. She's one tough chick.

Posted by: StorytellerTim | July 20, 2007 5:16 PM | Report abuse

Between it being a Friday in summer and just before the big HP release we seem to have misplaced our nuance-catcher.

Posted by: SonofCarl | July 20, 2007 5:20 PM | Report abuse

Well, it gets even worse than that, Lurkgineer. Bush also asserted that the courts don't have jurisdiction to RULE on the Congress versus WH subpoenas, etc. In short, he says Congress can't compell, and they can't take it to court because the courts can't rule on it.

I just don't understand why the town hasn't gone berserk over this. The executive privelege chat at was pretty mild, but informative.

(I missed the *&^%$#@ bus. He's been late three weeks running and today he's early. *^%$#^%$. Now gotta wait until 5:30 for the enxt one.)

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 5:21 PM | Report abuse

Massive BOO catch up:

I don't play golf for the same reason I don't use heroin: I can't afford the financial cost or the change in lifestyle the habit would require. I am frequently offered a complimentary chance to hit the links with borrowed clubs and I just say, "The first time is always free. Sorry, but no thanks."

Welcome back, Sara! Do you still keep a blog? I confess that I dropped the link from my blogroll months ago. I figured you newlyweds must have better things to do.

My son (who rarely sees the front side of noon) was number 3 in line at 7:50 when they handed out wristbands for people with HP ore-orders at OtherBigBoxOfBooks this morning. We go back at eleven tonight to join the festivities.

10/10 on predators. I guessed on harpy eagle.

7/10 for grammar. Coulda, woulda, shoulda.

Here is a huge clue for understanding "Waiting For Godot". The French word for God is Dieu. Take it from there.

Posted by: yellojkt | July 20, 2007 5:21 PM | Report abuse

I retreat into idiotic embellishments of Harry Potter, because it's less awful than current politics.

Posted by: StorytellerTim | July 20, 2007 5:22 PM | Report abuse

I think there would be a cataclysmic conflict betwen future Hermione and present-day Hermione.

One that will only be resolved once Ron comes out of the shower and Hermione tells him she has just had the strangest dream.

Posted by: SonofCarl | July 20, 2007 5:23 PM | Report abuse

Thanks for the link 'Mudge

Posted by: Lurkgineer | July 20, 2007 5:24 PM | Report abuse

I don't keep a blog anymore. It's still there, but I haven't been there in a long time. I just didn't have anything to say. I checked it a few weeks ago and checked into everyone's blogs. Everyone seemed good except jw. Don't know what happened there.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 5:29 PM | Report abuse

hey martooni - i can't remember if you are an atheist - but if you are there is another option out there other than AA... it's called SMART Recovery - i've heard good things about it! hopefully there's one in your area
they don't center on any religion and do not focus on being "powerless" - their focus is on self-empowerment and self-reliance. maybe something to look into??
fight the good fight my friend!

Posted by: mo | July 20, 2007 5:29 PM | Report abuse

Hey mo! Welcome back!

Posted by: Error Flynn | July 20, 2007 5:33 PM | Report abuse

thanks error! tho i fear this isn't a lasting thing (work was pretty slow today so i was able to catch up on the boodle) i don't have the same kinda down time that i did at my previous job. and i had the looooxury of two monitors - and now i only have one! OH THE HUMANITY!

how are you doing on the medical front?? been thinkin bout you! (look bub! the gophers are cute - can't you leave 'em be??)

Posted by: mo | July 20, 2007 5:36 PM | Report abuse

Sara! Mo! You're here, back at the Boodle! HELLO! I have absolutely nothing to contribute. Just sayin' hi. And welcome back.

Posted by: CowTown | July 20, 2007 5:37 PM | Report abuse

Hi, CowTown!

mo, I'm glad you understand how great two monitors can be. I finally talked my husband into buying me a second monitor at home because I'm so used to it that when I went home at night I was always trying to drag windows onto my "other" monitor, only to be thwarted. Sorry you had to downgrade to one at your new job.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 5:41 PM | Report abuse

I meant to add that it's nice to run across someone else who appreciates two monitors. Most people I know just get confused by having two.

Posted by: Sara | July 20, 2007 5:42 PM | Report abuse

i know sara!! i'm at the point of running out to buy my own stinkin video card so i can run two monitors - but, alas, i work for the gummint - they frown on things like that... why spend MY money when i can spend uncle sam's? but we can't authorize that purchase and we can't allow you to use your own equipment on a gummint site... *sigh* right now i'm looking at you with serious monitor envy!

hey cowtown! i'm having serious "cowtown" story withdrawal!

Posted by: mo | July 20, 2007 5:57 PM | Report abuse

I forgot to search the internet to see if there are Oprah action-figures to purchase on Ebay. Must make a note.

Back when I left the doors open, I would handle wasps with my badminton racket. No mere flyswatter would do. The badminton racket took down the wasps and made sure they'd stay down.

One day a hornet got in. A big fat hornet that lived in an achetypal gray hanging globesphere from a nearby tree. An angry armored high-speed danger-pellet from Hell.

Knowing I was underarmed I nevertheless gave him a hearty swak with the badminton racket and he was propelled into the wall at a speed that would terminally cripple any of his weaker cousins but which served only to enrage this particular insect demon. With an audible smack he hit the wall, rebounded, and he came right at me making twice as loud the ominous low thrum as he had before. I fled the room.

Down the hall I saw my grandfather's ceremonial cavalry sword, and I wrested it from the wall where I displayed it, snatched the blade out of its sheath, and returned to the living room ready to do battle. Just in time. The hornet had just passed the doorway as I entered, and as he swung back to attack me, I was able to set up the swing like a baseball pitch coming towards me, and I swang the sword and cut that mother clean in two.

Posted by: Jumper | July 20, 2007 6:12 PM | Report abuse

Lord of the Flies meets Casey at the Bat, Jumper?

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 6:38 PM | Report abuse

I like your style Jumper.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 6:41 PM | Report abuse

Help, I'm choking on "swang" and can't get up.

Posted by: Jumper | July 20, 2007 6:44 PM | Report abuse

Yoki, I back boodled. ther tears are running after reading your story. How positively wonderful.

Now if only people would stop looking at me so funny. Guffawing IS acceptable office behaviour.

Posted by: dr | July 20, 2007 6:45 PM | Report abuse

Since this boodle has sort of a sports theme. I would like to remind everyone that NFL training camps start in a week.

Posted by: purplewithenvy | July 20, 2007 6:46 PM | Report abuse

8/10 for the grammer quiz and 9/10 on the killers. Hmmm, what does that say about me?

Great to see former boodlers back again, I lurk mostly but enjoy reading posts from familiar handles.

Deciding if I want to battle the Harry Potter crowds at the Borders party. Sounds like lots of fun but maybe too much. There's also supposed to be a now much downgraded tropical depression, Cosme, coming through the islands in the next couple of hours. Maybe I ought to stay home and hang onto my roof!

Posted by: Aloha | July 20, 2007 6:47 PM | Report abuse

purplewithenvy, I'm going to a game this evening. Edmonton Eskimos vs The Saskatchewan Roughriders. I intend to knit. I thought about crochet, but I only bought knitting needles.

Posted by: dr | July 20, 2007 6:53 PM | Report abuse

I had an interesting encounter with today...

They sent me an email yesterday to tell me that they were "preparing my order for shipment," meaning the Harry Potter book I ordered to have sent directly to my daughter at camp.

But when I went to look at my account, there seemed to be no record of the order in "Recent orders." So I clicked the Contact Us link. Believe it or not, there immediately appeared two options: By email or By phone (usually you have to jump through many FAQs before they will agree you need to really get in touch).

The By Phone option included a place to enter MY phone number and have someone call me... at whatever time I say, including "Now."

Ring Ring. The phone rings, a sweet, melodic Indian voice answers my "hello" and begins the easy process of tracking down my order.

It seems that because I ordered the book back in February, it appears near the bottom of the "Orders in the Past Six Months" list instead of "Recently Ordered." It shipped out yesterday and she'll have it tomorrow!

Oh.. and they charged me the 90-cent-lower price that is offered now vs the price I ordered it at in February.

Posted by: TBG | July 20, 2007 6:56 PM | Report abuse

Lurkgineer - As you'll have gathered by now, we were so stunned by the sheer effrontery of the administration position that we've not really talked about it much.

A hard rain's gonna fall, I suspect.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 6:57 PM | Report abuse

Oh, for the record - 10/10 on the killer beasts, 9/10 on the language. Stumbled on: "as if he is/were/was...

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 7:00 PM | Report abuse

>how are you doing on the medical front?? been thinkin bout you!

Thanks hon. Eh, it's a trip.

>look bub! the gophers are cute - can't you leave 'em be??

If they would leave ME be I'd let them be. I was very happy to let the little buggers waddle around with my yard as a really biig salad, but when they bare two inch fangs and claws at you just for trying to get your car out of the garage they're not too cute anymore. Those claws can move 900 lbs. of earth a day, and they've been destroying the foundation of my garage from the underneath up.

I tried to be nice, but I would seriously beat the daylights out of a PERSON who did what they have. And hey, the script for what's basically a children's story about 'em is in progress, so they'll be remembered fondly by millions, for sure.

My friend has been telling his 9 yr old daughter this stuff as a bedtime story and she just squeals with laughter (at me I think, mostly) so I think I'm on to something, including a warm and fuzzy happy ending with several sequel possibilities.

Posted by: Error Flynn | July 20, 2007 7:00 PM | Report abuse

Ladies and Gentlemen...

(and Boodlers too)

I present -- "Gutternalia, Exposed!!"


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 20, 2007 7:00 PM | Report abuse

Scotty - Great pictures!

I'll be there soon.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 7:14 PM | Report abuse

Those are nice pics Scotty, looks like everyone had fun.

dr, I was once a season ticket holder for a Canadian football team. The Baltimore Stallions were in existance for two years and me and my crew had season tickets(they actually won the Grey cup). It was a lot of fun.I sure like some of their rules. No fair catches, recievers in motion all over the place and a rogue? A 1 point goal I think.

Enjoy the game and your knitting.

Posted by: greenwithenvy | July 20, 2007 7:22 PM | Report abuse

Actually, now that I've re-examined the Gutternalia pics, I realize why haven't attended more often. What a pathetic and lonely bunch of posturers!


Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 7:35 PM | Report abuse


Why "I" haven't attended more often.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 7:36 PM | Report abuse

Mudge, m'dear,

Are you aware of the 18th Annual Crab Soup COOK-OFF at the Maryland Seafood Festival? According to the ad in today's newspaper, Space Is Limited, So Act Today!

For additional info, contact Catherine Knight at The Capital, 410.268. 5000. x 3326

I KNOW you'll win!

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 20, 2007 7:40 PM | Report abuse

Maggie, darlin', remind me... is the festival the weekend after next?

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 7:48 PM | Report abuse

Maggie - Aha! I've googled up the answer, and plenty o' time left, yes?

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 7:50 PM | Report abuse

S'nuke, I loved the pics. So sorry I couldn't be there, but I'm away doing good deeds in the hopes that next time St. Pete's got my book out, he will have an eraser in his hand. By the way, just so you know, that you take requests is part of why all the women love you.

S'Tim..your 11:34 made me sit up straight. It kills me too, knowing that you probably banged the thing out in just a few minutes. I'm jealous and proud at the same time.

About golf...I played when I was much younger as a way to work out some aggressions. It really is therapeutic in its own way, but so is scrubbing the kitchen floor.

Posted by: LostInThought | July 20, 2007 7:52 PM | Report abuse

Bob S, Dearie, as you know by now, the Maryland Crab Fest is Saturday, Sept. 8th at Sandy Point Park in Annapolis.

The deadline for the contest entry is August 17th, so you'd better get CRACKING!

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 20, 2007 8:05 PM | Report abuse

...I just crack me up sometimes...

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 20, 2007 8:07 PM | Report abuse

Well now. Lovely pictures, Scottynuke, thanks very much. Someday I'll get there for a BPH; or of course, you could all come to Oklahoma. It's not raining now.

Hi mo! Boy, everyone coming in to say hi, this is great.

I won't be buying the Harry book soon; haven't read one since whatever it was that introduced the Dementors and haven't bought VI yet (though we will, I'm sure). I REALLY LIKE StorytellerTim's ending though. In fact, I'm just going to use that one.

College Parkian, the last time I took the Boy to the pool, I wore a big straw hat, sunglasses, long white pants and a long-sleeve white shirt. No sunburn for me! I had pink faux Crocs. When I got warm, I wiggled my feet in the splash pool.

Lurkgineer, I'm with Bob S. and *Tim. Bush's latest claim of executive privilege is so shocking that I have difficulty articulating my rage. On the other hand, I find his executive order barring the CIA from torture very interesting. I agree with whomever it was who suggested that he's heading off Cheney, who may just be president-for-life after tomorrow.

8/10 on the grammar quiz. By the time I caught up with the Boodle I knew the answers to several killer animal questions so felt it wasn't fair to take the quiz. How's that for virtue?

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 20, 2007 8:17 PM | Report abuse

By the way, is anyone else nervous about the mental picture of an avid hockey fan sitting in the seats with knitting needles?

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 8:24 PM | Report abuse

And I must take off-topic umbrage. I was just skimming my retirement plan newletter (no, I'm nowhere near retirement, but they're very assiduous) and came upon an article on life balance. It had a statement so clueless I will make a sweeping declaration of gender bias and state it was written by a man. [Okay, I know it was written by a man, but let nothing stand in the way of good sweeping umbrage.] He suggested that a good "recipe" for daily balance would be 8 hours of work, 8 hours of relaxation, and 8 hours of sleep. Sure, while someone else uses a good chunk of one of those 8 hours to cook and serve a couple of meals, clean the kitchen, and generally make sure your living space is tidy. Let's not even talk about taking time for shopping and laundry, yard work, or child care. Let's assume you, as the recipient of this gem, work an 8-hour day (why else are you getting this pre-retirement newsletter?). Either someone else does all this so you can have your 8 hours of "recreation", or you somehow find these activities recreational as you do them yourself. Or you lose sleep. Grrrrr.

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 20, 2007 8:25 PM | Report abuse

Ivansmom - I'll address only what YOU'VE written, since you left out any actual quotations to help me understand what was in the referenced article:

Shame, shame, to assume that the author wasn't intending for the "eight hours of work" to include several hours of household chores and child rearing. I'd like to believe that this enlightened male author was sounding a clarion call for a three-to-four hour business day, and much more involvement at home!

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 8:40 PM | Report abuse

Yeah, right!

:-D !!!

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 8:41 PM | Report abuse

I personally know several people who could have their eight-hour days shortened to three or four hours if they could learn (or be replaced with people who would learn) how to do their jobs with a bit more effort and efficiency.

Now, what to to about all of the customers who are so inefficient that they can't get THEIR crap together during our new four-hour workday?

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 8:47 PM | Report abuse

I wish, Bob S., but it was clear that the "work" was the 8 hours you put in for the State. I'm not by any means suggesting that all men think of the time away from "work" as recreation. Most men now, bless them, take care of significant house chores, and of course everyone living alone has to do whatever needs to be done. But my bias kicked in, because I don't think a woman would have automatically assigned 8 hours to "recreation", only to have to work in chores later. Ah well. Thanks for allowing me to vent. Back to the regularly scheduled Boodle.

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 20, 2007 8:48 PM | Report abuse

Don't tell anyone, dr, but I believe that guffawing at the office is not only acceptable, but required.

There was a bit (about the marriage/work nexus) in the New Yorker about 5 years ago which described the perfect balance thus [and I paraphrase]: I believe that both work and marriage should be so engaging, so entrancing, so absorbing, that work becomes indistinguishable from play.

I am so blessed, honoured, delighted and emboldened, that I understood the semantics of it.

I don't always enjoy the routine-boring parts of my work, or my marriage, but in looking back (and forward), I do believe I have had and will have many more days of pure pleasure and joy and engagement with my Himself and my grown-children and work, than not. Himself gets some credit, and so do I (and they). Well done us!

I say almost nothing of the young women, because that is never hard and it is not for me to say. They are enchanting, to me. Who could ask for more, than that the work-life, home-life, private-life, while occasionally restful, is never dull?

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 8:55 PM | Report abuse

Yoki - You are blessed with the man who can say, on the spur of the moment, "Madam cannot answer you, Mrs. Brown, because she did not sleep. She is *exhausted.*"

That's a whole different can of balls of worm-wax!

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 9:02 PM | Report abuse

Sheesh! I blew my punchline. :-(

"That's a whole 'nuther can of balls of worm-wax of a different color!"

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 9:06 PM | Report abuse

Bob S., darling. I venture to say that you are only now feeling the umbrage that has been ours for years and years. Instead of being insulted, I would ask you to be compassionate.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 9:06 PM | Report abuse

Or, Bob, "That is another whole ball of waxed-wormwood?"

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 9:13 PM | Report abuse

Yoki, I would say that you have had the best of human life. What greater joy can there be, but happiness with spouse and loving children? Those are riches beyond compare.

Posted by: Slyness | July 20, 2007 9:18 PM | Report abuse

This is just delightful. I so enjoy the friendships on the Boodle. Now I am going to open the door to my manifested friends and serve the physical dinner. G'night dear Boodle.

Bill, you are an admirable person. I admire you.

'Toon, I love you.

dmd, TBG, dbG, Wilbrod, Maggie (You are funny!) dear ones, I'm out! Bu Bye!

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 9:21 PM | Report abuse

Yes, Maggie, I'm preternaturally aware of that crab soup contest. And when I first read about it the other day I could almost feel that trophy in my own two hands. It's mine, I tell you! Mine! But then I read the fine print. In order to enter the contest you have to already be a working restaurant chef or caterer. None of us Mrs. Peel-like talented amatoors allowed.

So now I'm crushed. I need to go drown my sorrows in an Edy's lime fruit bar.

Posted by: Curmudgeon | July 20, 2007 9:32 PM | Report abuse

Bob S., rest assured dr is the curling fanatic, much tamer (loud but not violent)crowd than hockey fans. I think dr is safe with the needles.

Ivansmom I agree with your umbrage about the 8 hours, but at least in my house the work at home is pretty evenly shared just not exactly alone traditional lines. I consider myself very luck that way, but even still never seems to be enough hours in the day.

Yoki the best part of my job is the people I work with, not a day goes by that we do not laugh about something, some of our tasks are dull and drab but the people make the difference.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 9:32 PM | Report abuse

Slyness, I *do* live the best of all possible lives. And I love that you see that. It doesn't mean that I am always happy, but I am always grateful.

I live with Himself, #1, #2, Bobohead, Ms. Libby, Yeoman, Broc. We are eight! I am surrounded by love. I am loved. They love me. They are loved. I love them. And sometimes it is hard.

I don't think I deserve this. It just came. It could go. It is fleeting, at best. And I am grateful, so very grateful, that we made this wee nest of safety.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 9:33 PM | Report abuse

LOL! :-D

I was one of the lucky ones. Even though I had no sisters (I'm still a little vague about how those women-folk actually tick!), my father had no brothers, and was the "man" of the family after his folks got divorced when he was pretty young.

By the time I can really begin to remember things, my folks (in their mid-20's) were both working full-time. Dad did most of the laundry (on the weekends), about a third of the evening cooking [much more of the breakfast/weekend meal preparation], and all of the usual "guy" stuff (lawn, trash, blah, blah).

Whenever I've slacked off on my share of household work, it wasn't because I thought that it wasn't my job. I was just being slackardly on general principle, and because there's an occasional difference of opinion about the priority of certain goals.

For instance, I have been known (on occasion) to consider the "doing of laundry" to be a task which is largely related to an impending shortage of clean underwear and socks. [I've got LOTS of socks & underwear!] I've come to realize that some people consider the urgency of "doing laundry" to be almost entirely related to the fact that a pile of used clothing has accumulated, no matter how little the immediate need for that particular bunch of clothing.

Strange, how people with honorable intentions can view things so differently.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 9:34 PM | Report abuse

Well, if flies start buzzing around your pile of dirty laundry, or dogs take every opportunity to break into your house in order to rush to the laundry pile to roll in it with canine glee... I guess you MIGHT see the other person's POV.

Otherwise, the "slacker school" of laundry makes sense for a single person as it does rather take a lot of laundry to make a single load, and why waste that water and electricity on 6 pieces of clothing?

2 people, the time is halved. By the time you have a family of 4 or 7, you can easily do 4-plus loads a week.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 9:41 PM | Report abuse

Bob S., I'm laughing! Laughing! I have a whole big bunch of underwear (and blouses, and suits, and hose, and shoes) because I hate doing laundry.

I'm lucky, because Himself likes ironing. He finds it one of those jobs that are Zen-like. I mostly find my blouses hung-up in my closet through no effort of my own.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 9:43 PM | Report abuse

Wilbrod, with 4 humans (3 of them female) and a slinged-dog, we do one very large load of laundry every day, and we have a super-efficient front-loader to do it.

We do hang up our laundry on the line in the backyard, though, for drying. It is very not and dry here, now, in the summer.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 9:50 PM | Report abuse

After many years of apartment living one of my major and continuing joys of home ownership is being able to do laundry at any time and without going out at all.

I'm actually GOOD at ironing, but manage to avoid it entirely. With the three women I've lived with we shared equally or divied it up as to skill when that made better sense. (Let's face it, men's laundry is generally more forgiving, which means a guy may inadvertently mess up ladies' wear.)

Posted by: Error Flynn | July 20, 2007 9:56 PM | Report abuse

Yoki, to use the word "apostasy" has at least a strong implication that the speaker is of doubtful credence as one who has fallen out of faith. Gray did not. If I recall Joel's article, he did not try to discredit directly the anti global warming folks, but rather, let them hang themselves. That is why I thought the word inappropriate.

And, quite frankly, this is the good ol' USA. I could care less what OED says. Give me and the American Heritage Dictionary or give me death, or some similar patriotic rubbish.

As the Pepperpots on Monty Python used to say while the Penguin was on the telly, "there, I've run rings around you logically!"


Posted by: bill everything | July 20, 2007 9:56 PM | Report abuse

Wilbrod if I could get my family of 4 down to 4 loads of laundry I would be happy indeed.

Bob we do the laundry quite regularly but our problem is getting the clothes put away, first few loads no problem but by the end of the weekend it always seems there is a couple of baskets of clean clothes that we have run out of energy to put in their proper place.

Yoki my hubby likes to iron as well, but he does it as a morning ritual - to have that fresh pressed look. I did however teach him to iron, when we were first married I showed him how, later he showed me the yellow sticky notes he kept in his wallet - his notes on how to properly iron different items.

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 9:58 PM | Report abuse

Wilbrod, (Can I call you Shirley?) Surely you don't intend to imply that I don't realize that when flies/dogs/small children/other fun-loving creatures consider your laundry pile a recreation/feeding site, that it's time to do some washin'? And that one shouldn't let one's pile grow so large that this is a regular occurrence?

But, it's probably not unreasonable to point out that reasonable people can disagree about the particular schedules upon which some things need to be done. I think that healthy couples find ways to work this out, and quickly find out a lot about not-necessarily-rational things which they can tolerate (and even come to love) about their partners.

For not-so-healthy couples, not-so-easy!

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 10:02 PM | Report abuse

Mudge, Mudge, Mudge!

Is this not a democracy? (well, maybe not so much...)

I say, let's make a revolution! Who is to say that America belongs to the elite, the Imperium?

Let's take to the streets and liberate the Maryland Crab Festival.

See, for example, the Chicago Rib Fest.

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 20, 2007 10:02 PM | Report abuse

Maggie, we have a ribfest where I live too, (I believe Canada's largest). It is a highlight of our summer every year - well last year there was a the remanants of a hurricane that put a slight damper in it but most years it is wonderful (no amateurs though).

Mudge perhaps you could claim to be the head chef at Chez Boodle!

Posted by: dmd | July 20, 2007 10:10 PM | Report abuse

bill everything - I think that you're making an unwarranted assumption that the current usage of "apostate" necessarily implies previous fidelity to (insert belief system here). I think that current usage is sliding closer & closer toward the usage of "heretic/heretical". I'm not saying that it's a good idea, I'm just saying that I have noted the usage fairly often.

As I've pointed out before: I'm willing to keep up the good fight as long as it amuses me, but the "descriptive" - vs - "prescriptive" word usage battle was lost long ago.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 10:13 PM | Report abuse

>Let's take to the streets and liberate the Maryland Crab Festival.

Oh, and you guys are giving me a major jones for some crab action, entirely overdue. I will attend to this over the weekend.

Posted by: Error Flynn | July 20, 2007 10:18 PM | Report abuse

Bob S: copy that.

Posted by: bill everything | July 20, 2007 10:23 PM | Report abuse

Bob S. let's be frank, however; Joel, as professional journalist, has let us down by not using the variations of the noun "heresy." Much more precise. How will he make it up to us boodlers?

Posted by: bill everything | July 20, 2007 10:34 PM | Report abuse

OK, I'll concede that he should hold himself to a higher standard. I'm guessing that if you should submit a 100-250 word 'boodle entry which chastised him properly, while still evincing a love for the beauty of language, and included scintillating wit and a touch of poetry, he'd quote you in the Kit.

Would that make it up to you?

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 10:45 PM | Report abuse


Posted by: bill everything | July 20, 2007 10:51 PM | Report abuse

Bob Shirley, did you find the imagery amusing?

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 10:57 PM | Report abuse

bill everything, you have me laugh so hard I am snorting and cannot respond.

Just don't forget the two working-class ladies in dusters on Python who talked about meeting "Jean-Paul Sartre!" Also, remember the lost life of the budgie.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 10:58 PM | Report abuse

Good for you, Error Flynn. I should be so lucky.

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 11:04 PM | Report abuse

For bill - (try not to scoff too loudly. I don't do this very often)

It turns out that my newfound friend (he's bill e)
has an annoying verbal bone stuck in his craw.
He's heard (or should that be read?) Achenbach casually
use words he [Joel] should use more precisely, or perhaps not at all.

We all know that JA knows his muons from quarks,
and George Washington's secrets are all well-known to him.
But when talking 'bout weather that may send us ALL to the arks,
talk'n about Mooney talk'n about Gray, man my eyes started to swim:

Joel Achenbach showed us he's not professionally aware
that (through careful discussion and the judgment of history):
While one can be quite heretical without giving a care,
one must have been a believer to properly commit apostasy.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 11:21 PM | Report abuse

Sara! So nice to see you - whenever I see a Steinbeck reference, I think of you. We still caution new boodlers that "Steinbeck makes Sara thirsty" - ha! jw drops in now and then, but he hasn't been here for awhile. Hope he's doing ok and just too busy to boodle.

Posted by: mostlylurking | July 20, 2007 11:28 PM | Report abuse

Spent some time catching up on the Boodle.

*Tim, you're on fire today. Circle today on you calendar and give yourself a gold star.

An *excellent* day in the Boodle overall, folks, pat yourselves on the back and go cash your checks.

G'night, all.


PS. I can't bring myself to look at the Gutternalia pics yet, knowing that I will look awful in at least one of them, probably when I'm trying to be silly or talking or eating. Hopefully there will be at least one where I actully look like someone you wouldn't mind being seen with in public.

Posted by: bc | July 20, 2007 11:29 PM | Report abuse

Walking to a Potter party with a small and portable poodle-let.

Posted by: College Parkian | July 20, 2007 11:30 PM | Report abuse

bc - You were, you were...

Well, in the pictures, it was supremely, definitely, you!

That's a great thing!!!

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 11:37 PM | Report abuse

Although I really should check the temperature and meter before kipling..

If you're heretical without giving a care
If so, then you're a pagan quite unwashed;
If religon's yoke makes you feel squashed'
If you feel holy-ness in church
If Satan speaks to you in prayers
Then, my lad, you're a heretic indeed.

If upon your heresy you ponder
Though the apocalypse comes nigh
If you squander your faith and wander
As tongues of flame blaze in the sky
If you remain forever obstinate
Then, my friend, you're an apostate.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 11:43 PM | Report abuse

Bc, my first thought was
"he's lost a little weight, I didn't know that was possible-- and he's got a tan."

I mean, if you had grown a porn star moustache, you should be ashamed, but red shirts mostly emphasize any tans you may have.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 11:46 PM | Report abuse

You are kipling? What is a kiple?

Posted by: Yoki | July 20, 2007 11:47 PM | Report abuse

I don't know, it's the first time I've ever kipped, Yoki.

I have this strange urge to write bawdy songs for soldiers and to promote the sagging British Empire and jingoism now.

I think I caught Empire fever. I knew I shouldn't have gunga din that pool.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 11:49 PM | Report abuse

Or maybe it was Legionnaires' disease.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 20, 2007 11:52 PM | Report abuse

Wilbrod - I'm a bit jealous! I've gunga'd in lots of places, but I've never gunga'd in the pool!

Posted by: Bob S. | July 20, 2007 11:53 PM | Report abuse

My deep apologies, but gunga'ing in the pool brings this to mind:
When the frogs... become the master race,
and mammals all just disappear.
Then laying eggs will be our form of sex,
and we'll hunt flies instead of deer!

This is the dawning of the Age of Amphibians,
the Age of Amphibians.

Newts & frogs and salamanders,
these are things that slink and crawl and swim.
People say they're wet and slimy,
and their skins are always slick and shiny,
but I love them 'cause, oh blimey!
They're Amphibians....

I could go on, but people who care about me (and about whom I care) have begged me to stop.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 21, 2007 12:22 AM | Report abuse

I can see you're a natural improv fan.

I wish there was a talent search show for comic improv... I'd watch it.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 12:43 AM | Report abuse

By the way, a co-worker of mine is performing in the band in a (hmmm.. how do I put this) rather alternative musical, starting tonight (well, technically, last night).

"Cautionary Tales for Adults and The Many Adventures of Trixie Tickles" - now through Monday, and a midnight show next Saturday.
$15 tickets -

I haven't seen it, but the price is right, and if my buddy is part of it, it's gotta have something going for it. I have to love this kid. He usually plays the bass, but because the regular drummer's not available, he'll be playing drums instead. I can't play with ANYTHING so well that anyone would want me to do it in public, and he can casually switch instruments. Tres kool. I've never been to the venue, either (Source Theatre, 1835 14th ST NW, DC), so I guess it'll be an adventure all the way around.

It's part of the Capital Fringe Festival going on this week.
( )

I'm pretty sure that you now know everything I do about this subject. Next week we can compare notes. This was my alternative entertainment update for this calendar year, 'cuz I'm a pretty boring un-alternative kinda guy.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 21, 2007 12:45 AM | Report abuse

Yowza! - I just checked out the Capital Fringe website (above). I'd never checked it out, I just knew that it was associated with my friend's show this week. ----
WOW! Lots of options. I kinda wish I'd had a little more advance warning about this little festival. I gotta start paying more attention to what's going on.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 21, 2007 1:00 AM | Report abuse

Upon re-reading my last two posts above, it occurs to me that it looked a lot like product placement. That wasn't my intention. It really was just intended to be a bit of sharing about a buddy's gig this week (I don't think he's getting paid anything for the effort) that I may or may not attend. Then I was rather struck by the broad array of (quirky) offerings in the festival lineup.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 21, 2007 1:44 AM | Report abuse

bc, you look great in the pictures. Very manly. Red is a good color for you. Everyone looks happy...wish I could meet you all. Maybe next year when I visit again. G'night.

Posted by: birdie | July 21, 2007 1:53 AM | Report abuse

nice gutternalia pics. bc, you look fine.

had dinner at a great greek restaurant at the farmer's market. tbg, the farmer's market is on you list of things to do in l.a., right?

ok my achenamigos, have a good weekend.

Posted by: L.A. lurker | July 21, 2007 3:14 AM | Report abuse

bc, trust me, ya gotta see the pics... *L* And thanks everyone for the kind words, and to the Achenwaitress for the group pic.

LiT, women love me??? Why wasn't I told?????? *fumbrage deluxe*


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 21, 2007 5:06 AM | Report abuse

Scotty, I think everyone loves you. You are our morning alarm clock. You know, the one that makes you smile and laugh, not the one that tells you it is time to go to work and makes a lot of noise.

Posted by: greenwithenvy | July 21, 2007 5:55 AM | Report abuse



Posted by: Scottynuke | July 21, 2007 6:13 AM | Report abuse

Scotty gwe is correct, I long joked that I would love an alarm clock that played "Feeln Groovey" by Simon and Garfunkel, as that song just always makes me happy when I hear it. Your morning message has a similar feeling for me, puts a smile on my face - thanks.

And Good Morning!

Posted by: dmd | July 21, 2007 6:42 AM | Report abuse

*still-speechless-but-overjoyed Grover waves*


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 21, 2007 6:49 AM | Report abuse

Good morning, friends. Scotty, it is always good to hear from you in the morning. You sound like a morning person, glad to see another day.

*waving* to Slyness, Mudge, Scotty, and all.

I do not play golf. Have never been to a golf course. I live near Pinehurst, NC, so there is no excuse, other than money will most certainly keep me out, not having any I mean. And Pinehurst is beautiful. They have a small bookstore there that I just love. Don't get to go often, but I do try.

Mudge, I read your ten o'clock comment and I laughed. I don't know if I was suppose to, but it was funny in a way. Not your dad getting drunk, but the fact that you had something on him.

Raysmom, your comment concerning our President, and what they might be looking for was....., well you know.

Good to hear from you, Sara. I hope life is being good to you and hubby. And good to hear from you mo and cowtown.

Ivansmom, expect something in the mail from me soon. Feel free to share it with the boodle if you want. And I thank you, and the boodle again.

yello, could not figure out how to leave a message on your page. I am not good with computers, not at all. Please don't hold it against me. I can barely access this page at times.

martooni, it always good to start again. and we get that opportunity, sometimes.

The g-girl is here. She went to the Center with me yesterday, enjoyed that. My weekend will be busy, never a dull moment with the g-girl. Have a great weekend, folks.

God loves us so much more than we can imagine through Him that died for all, Jesus Christ.

Posted by: Cassandra S | July 21, 2007 7:30 AM | Report abuse

Morning everyone. I'm glad Scotty's taken care of the Grover waves. I've been on a stay-up-late/sleep-late cycle that I've got to get over soon. I hope my trip to the Other Coast next week helps cure me. I'm sure glad I'm not going The Other Direction since that would surely mean sleeping 'til noon.

Off to see the girl today at camp and then spend a nice night in the mountains with my husband. The weather here is PERFECT and is supposed to remain so for a couple of days, I believe.

We've got a few bags of stuff the girl "requested" in her one and only letter from camp. Some craft supplies for whatever's cool to make this year, but also a good supply of unhealthy snacks. Not sure if she's going to eat them herself or trade them to the "screws" for a favorable bunk or something.

Martooni... if you're out there... good luck, my friend. I've been thinking of you and hoping things are progressing. I'll echo the remarks here to say don't be afraid to ask for help. And we're always here for you.

Posted by: TBG | July 21, 2007 8:58 AM | Report abuse

Scotty, thank you for the pictures, as usual. That is a great service to the rest of us who cannot attend the gutternalia for one reason or another.

I like the quizzes, and especially like that the scores aren't automatically posted, so I can tell you I got 10/10 on the grammar and just not report the scores for junk food, killer animals, etc., where I embarrassed myself with my poor performance.

What are the chances Joel reads the boodle when it is this long? Maybe (this is what I would do) he searches for his name, so as not to miss any personal messages (Joel, paging Joel...)

This is why I bring it up: Harper's Magazine has a good article about a new book* on five generations of Waughs, emphasis on the Evelyn. It's all about the family's intergenerational relationships and how the interactions inform the books (the five generations wrote 200 books altogether!) If it weren't for Achenblog I wouldn't have read anything by Evelyn Waugh, but because it was touted here I read /i/Brideshead Revisited/i/ and was impressed by it. The Harper's article says E. Waugh's masterpiece is /i/A Handful of Dust/i/--I'm putting that on my list now. What with all the golfing and beaching, I could see how the article could be inadvertently overlooked, so I'm just saying...


"Evelyn Waugh inspires a special reverence among writers for the almost uncanny precision of his language. Graham Greene compared his style to 'the Mediterranean before the was: so clear you could see right down to the bottom.' Gore Vidal, not usually one to gush, called him 'our time's finest satirist...[writing] in a prose so chaste that at times one longs for a violation of syntax to suggest that its creator is fallible, or at least part American.'"

Here's another paragraph I liked:

"In Evelyn's first novel, /i/Decline and Fall/i/, published when he was just twenty-four, there is a lugubrious character named Prendergast, a former clergyman assailed by religious doubt. ('It wasn't the ordinary sort of Doubt about Cain's wife or the Old Testament miracles or the consecration of Archbishop Parker. I'd been taught how to explain all those while I was at college. No, it was something deeper than all that. I couldn't understand why God had made the world at all.')"

*/i/Fathers and Sons: The Autobiography of a Family/i/ by Alexander Waugh

Posted by: kbertocci | July 21, 2007 9:11 AM | Report abuse

SCC: ...the Mediterranean before the WAR (Sorry, Mr. Greene.)

Posted by: kbertocci | July 21, 2007 9:15 AM | Report abuse

Good morning, all.
Hiya, Cassandra.

Scotty, of course we love you, you big lug.

Um, thanks for the nice words about the Gutternalia pics, folks (and thanks for posting them, Scotty). Wasn't fishing for compliments, but I appreciate them. Of course, I think I'm far better looking than those pics, but under the circumstances, they are what they are. I look better in the gladiator outfit, maybe I'll wear that next time.

I was thinking about a round of golf I'd played with a friend about 25 years ago at a course in Northern Va. After a particularly frustrating tee-off, we saw a man standing next to a water hazard with his bag of clubs at his side. As we watched, he very deliberately pulled a club out, looked it up and down the shaft, and tossed it overhand like an axe directly into the middle of the pond. We lit a couple of cigars and watched as the guy slowly repeated the process with every club in the bag (note: for you own safety, *never* approach a man having a golfoidal meltdown while he still has clubs in his bag), then he picked the bag up over his head and threw it in as well.

We remained silent for a few moments as appropriate, then applauded respectfully.

He looked at us, smiled and laughed, then shook his head and walked towards the clubhouse.

We turned and short-stepped towards our errant drives, our pants around our ankles. Fortunately, that part of the walk was relatively short, due to the fact that our balls were several yards short of the ladies' tee box.


Posted by: bc | July 21, 2007 9:27 AM | Report abuse

Please, Scotty, or someone, explain Grover. Signed, Clueless

Posted by: Nomad | July 21, 2007 9:41 AM | Report abuse

Nomad, thanks for asking. I've always wondered about that Achenblog trivia myself. Would someone explain?

Good morning!

Great story, bc.

Posted by: Kim | July 21, 2007 9:51 AM | Report abuse

I believe that "Grover" refers to the characteristically enthusiastic gesticulations associated with Grover, the Sesame Street Muppet.

Either that or it has something to do with President Cleveland, but I'd put my money on the Muppet.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 21, 2007 10:03 AM | Report abuse

The Grover wave:

Posted by: kbertocci | July 21, 2007 10:14 AM | Report abuse

As usual, RDP is on the money...

In the "early" Sesame Streets, a Muppet segment could often include Grover wandering by, far in the back. It (I'm thinking "he," but whadda I know?) would notice the other Muppets, give a warbling "HEY EVERYBOD-EEEEEEEEE" while waving arms fully extended above the head, and rush up to the other characters.

Hence, "Grover waves."

Thus ends our Boodle lesson for the day. Quiz tomorrow.


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 21, 2007 10:18 AM | Report abuse

That was such a teeny picture, not worthy of Lovable, Furry Ol' Grover. Here's a bigger version:

Posted by: kbertocci | July 21, 2007 10:22 AM | Report abuse

I survived Pottermania at BigBoxOfBooks last night. We showed up at about 9:30 and walked out with the final chapter less than 3 hours later. Full report here:

Cassandra S (and others): Posting comments on my blog is only slightly more complicated than boodling. Click on any link that says either "post a comment" or "# comments". That will pop up a separate window. Leave your comment in the big box. To prove you are human, you have to type a specific nonsense word in another box. Then click on either Google/Blogger if you have an account with either of those or Other if you want to put in an alias with a link or Anonymous if you just want leave the comment. Finally click on "Publish Your Comment".

Go ahead give it a try.

I post direct links to blog articles of mine that are arguably nearly on-topic, but all my random ramblings can be found here:

We now return to your regular Saturday morning boodling.

Posted by: yellojkt | July 21, 2007 10:30 AM | Report abuse


Posted by: Driveby999 | July 21, 2007 11:00 AM | Report abuse

I have the honour of having inserted Grover waves into the Boodle glossery.

Posted by: Yoki | July 21, 2007 11:03 AM | Report abuse

We hit golf balls last week at a driving range and were trying to remember when we last played a round. We decided it's either 4 or 5 years. There is a nice small course near us and we plan to play a few rounds there once we get a bit better at actually making contact with the ball. I used to play a lot on a small executive course with some other women. We weren't any good, but we had fun. I think that's the secret to golf, just have fun, don't worry about the score. I have also been known to take a ball from the trap and throw it onto the green. Frustration and holding up the flow being the main reasons, but I also refuse to go into double digits on any one hole.

Martooni, hang in there. I had a 'slip' sort of like yours back in the day. I also detoxed myself. It wasn't fun. Meetings, meetings, meetings and talking to your sponsor or whomever is what will help. Keep busy, don't overthink things. I'm routing for you.

I spent an hour and a half this morning harvesting green beans, blanching some for freezing and making a salad from the rest. I'm way behind on my Saturday chores now and missed out on mowing the front lawn as "S" just did it. Still have more cleaning to do, laundry (geez, we do 4 loads a week at least and there's only two of us!).

Posted by: Bad Sneakers | July 21, 2007 11:19 AM | Report abuse

Mornin'... er... Good Noon everyone...

Sneaks... yup. Got to a meeting last night and "reintroduced" myself. Got back together with my sponsor (and his sponsor) and had a good post-meeting meeting. I'm happy to report I'm now out of the woods -- now just trying to brush all the leaves and twigs and ticks off. Still shaky, but better every day.

I actually ventured out in Stella today. The motivation, of course, was to snag a copy of the new HP at the local B&N. Stella must have missed me, because she fweemed along like a brand new Bus. She/we may even be spotted on the local news tonight -- cameras followed our entry and search for a parking lot (probably because there was a bunch of little wizards and witches pointing their wands at us -- a magic bus indeed).

Going to try to get some work done today so I won't feel too guilty spending all night reading HP.

Peace out.


Posted by: martooni | July 21, 2007 12:03 PM | Report abuse

martooni, that's good to hear. Good luck - we're all pulling for you. Keep yer stick on the ice. *channelling Red Green*

So, all you Harry Potter fans - I've only read the first couple of books. Could I read the last one without the intervening ones and have it make sense? No, don't tell me the ending!

I read something by Evelyn Waugh long ago - it was very funny, I thought, but I have no idea what it was. I've been meaning to read more. I think my reading list of books would reach the moon.

Saturday is laundry day for me. I too am so grateful to be able to do laundry right here, in my own house, while I do other things (like boodle). A couple months ago we got a new washer and dryer - I didn't want to experience the old ones breaking, so we did a pre-emptive buy. We got a front loader, which is wonderful - except the spin cycle is so powerful it shakes the house. We have to run it on "low".

Posted by: mostlylurking | July 21, 2007 12:20 PM | Report abuse

Mostlylurking, like you and Error Flynn I also experience doing laundry as one of life's luxuries, after many years (15? 20?) of going to the laundromat, including the years when doing the laundry was secondary to entertaining a tired 4, 5 or 6 year-old, when I was exhausted myself from working all day. No fun. The sound of my very own home-based washing machine is always music my ears. Plus it's hard to believe I only did laundry ONCE a week, back in those days. How did we do that?

Posted by: kbertocci | July 21, 2007 12:31 PM | Report abuse

mostlylurking - I think you certainly could read the last Potter book without reading all of the earlier ones. JK Rowling does a reasonably good job of making them standalone. But I certainly would not recommend this. One of the joys of the series is the way in which seemingly unrelated story-lines dovetail together in unexpected ways.

I went to Target this morning and bought a copy for my son and me. We are taking turns reading it.

We've taken turns reading these books ever since my son was seven.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 21, 2007 12:38 PM | Report abuse

Just "popping" in for a moment to link to a FAIR AND BALANCED (and not in the Fox Nazi News way) article on Ron Paul in tomorrow's NYT:

Pop Socket out!

Posted by: Pop Socket | July 21, 2007 12:59 PM | Report abuse

pop socket - The ramblin' rech

Posted by: tonk | July 21, 2007 1:18 PM | Report abuse

I finally cleaned this desk...

The Grover info has surprised me. I actually had a complete but subconcious mental picture of Grover, sitting in a chair in a control room for a nuclear power plant, next to Scotty. I would have recognized Grover if I saw him on the street. We are beset instead by puppets, including Nomad.

Posted by: Jumper | July 21, 2007 1:28 PM | Report abuse

Just popped in while I take a break from moving more rocks.

Martooni the number 1 never looked so good, give yourself a pat on the back and keep going.

Bad Sneakers I have two goals at golf to one day break 100 and to have fun, think I would enjoy playing a round with you.

Posted by: dmd | July 21, 2007 1:29 PM | Report abuse

Scottynuke anagram: Sock yet nut.

Posted by: Jumper | July 21, 2007 1:31 PM | Report abuse

Rejump, Jumper. A dose of Scottynuke does not yet suck, oaf.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 2:11 PM | Report abuse

If you're ever in the neighborhood dmd, it would be my pleasure. I think I broke 100 a few times, but on a par 3 course. :-)

Posted by: Bad Sneakers | July 21, 2007 2:17 PM | Report abuse

Good afternoon y'all. The Boy is back from camp, healthy (a little sunburn), reasonably happy, and glad to be sitting in the air conditioning in front of a computer. He was very glad to see me, and I him, and forgave me for not picking him up mid-week as his letter requested. He brought with him many godseyes and other crafts and -- wait for it -- everything else we packed (!!) except his flashlight, which was lost by a camp counselor. He even had an extra flip-flop, though he did not grow a third foot.

Cassandra, thanks for the heads up. I'll look forward to the mail this week.

Martooni, One is a GREAT number. Glad to see it. I'm also glad to hear you went to a meeting. Keep it up, dude.

I hope all you Harry fans are enjoying the Potterdom. I'm going with Storyteller Tim's ending.

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 21, 2007 2:29 PM | Report abuse

Mundane Marmaduke's no edit grinch but--

But anagrams madden Curmudgeon, I think.

Posted by: Wild Bro | July 21, 2007 2:46 PM | Report abuse

DECORUM GUN curmudgeon
DO DARK UP rd padouk
TO MY SKULL RING mostlylurking
EVERYTHING NEW greenwithenvy
RURAL ELK l.a. lurker
THE REV. BILLY GIN bill everything
GOD IMAGE or I'D EGG MAO maggie o'd
SCARF LOON son of carl
I SCENT MICE science tim
I'LL TROT MY STEER or SORRY, LET ME TILT storyteller tim
NEIL KRUGER lurkgineer (hi, neil)
LION BOY byoolin
INSIDE GHERKIN ZEN shrieking denizen

Posted by: Jumper | July 21, 2007 3:04 PM | Report abuse

Wilbrod, we both know I used a computer for those but what scares me is the idea that you didn't.

Posted by: Jumper | July 21, 2007 3:09 PM | Report abuse

A snippy regal dot. Stopping already.

I like anagrams that make sense, hence I toss in the extra words ;).

I mean, MOVIN' SAM = Ivansmom...

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 3:11 PM | Report abuse

Very good, Jumper. I'm not a good anagramer - but I could also be

Posted by: to my skull ring | July 21, 2007 3:13 PM | Report abuse

I'm a fair hand at scrabble, so get the practice. I only use a computer to help keep track of letters used, like a rack.

Bad Sneakers = Snaked Saber


Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 3:16 PM | Report abuse

Note that Bad Sneaker could also hang out with NAKED SABRES...

Which might be a very happy daydream for her, I don't know.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 3:18 PM | Report abuse

Of course if we keep this up, we'll never stop because there are oodles of boodlers, some of whom can be anagrammed a few different ways.

Raysmom- ROSY MAM

She's Raysmom- MOSSY SHAMER

Tonk-- kont?

kbertocci = ROCKET BIC

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 3:27 PM | Report abuse

Mostly, glad to hear that I'm not the only one with a front-loading washer that shakes the house. When the dryer that was part of my husband's dowry died at 17, we bought the set. I like them alot, but we have to use wobble wedges under the washer. They do help.

Posted by: Slyness | July 21, 2007 3:30 PM | Report abuse

I SCENT MICE is very good for Science Tim, Jumper.

I'm also thinking he can do some NICE TIMES.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 3:31 PM | Report abuse

I wish we had a front-load dryer and washer-- I hate top-loads, I always worry about falling into those.

Besides, dogs can't learn to do laundry with top-loaders.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 3:34 PM | Report abuse

Nicely done Jumper.

Posted by: DO DARK UP | July 21, 2007 3:44 PM | Report abuse

While Gene W. goes a trifle far with his idea that a wedding should be simpler than ordering chinese takeout (just show up and get the license), it's at least an antidote to the spending hype.

Nobody I know has ever spent 28K on a wedding. Wedding budgets that I know of have gone from 800 dollars to 10K.

The 10K was to rent a polka hall for dinner and a dance for over 200 guests, which was quite sizeable.

2 million is insane. That's not a wedding, that's a potlatch.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 3:45 PM | Report abuse

A nice wapo piece about Homers and Legends

I have a real love of the Babe and Hammerin Hank.

Babe Ruth's stats are mind blowing.I grew up near a bar(which I frequented maybe too much) owned by Pat Ruth,a decendent of the Babe. He also bore a striking resemblence to the Babe.Babe was a Hero and american Hero. He was also a class act.

Hammerin Hank is the same, a home town hero and a class act.His stats are not as impressive as the Babe's, but still impressive.

Bonds on the other hand is not a class act.But his stats are impressive too. Especially the year he walked over 200 times. He is by far the mosted Feared hitter of our time.
Does he belong in the Hall of Fame?Yes
Should this milestone he will surely pass soon be celebrated? Yes

It is a great record and I think it will be broken again in a couple of years too,depending on how long Bonds plays, and how long A-rod plays.

Plus it is Baseball,America's game.

Posted by: everything new | July 21, 2007 4:38 PM | Report abuse

Potlach is precisely the term. And it's probably intended that way, too.

Posted by: LTL-CA | July 21, 2007 4:55 PM | Report abuse

Here's my dilemma. Should I put down Colm Toibin's masterful The Master (oh for underlining!), which is delicious as a fine single Irish whiskey, a book that's taking me such a long time to read because I find so much fine writing that I must reread, then call friends to read to them, ...

to pick up Harry Potter so that no one will inadvertently spoil the ending for me?


- - - - -

I have a friend who expects to spend about $100K for her daughter's wedding, but I should not expect an invite because it's going to be a small wedding!!!

- - - - -

Jumper, I love both God Image and I'd Egg Mao!

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 21, 2007 5:25 PM | Report abuse

Read the Potter. It is a transcendent communal experience. You will remember it forever.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 21, 2007 5:42 PM | Report abuse

Sorry to be so out of the Boodle! My own computer is still out of service, and using my work laptop for this too often is problematic.

Martooni, you go!

Maggie O'D, heard about your planned joke at the BPH--(imagine sounds of me losing it).

Here, my friend's daughter had her baby today, a month early, but both are well and it's a great relief considering how the mother has been in and out of the hospital with blood problems. 7+#, it's a boy. Her youngest sister, 16, called me, and it was such a joy to hear how beside herself she was at sharing the news of her first hours of aunthood.

Looks like foster lab might be heading to his own family tomorrow. People are coming to meet him, and I have high hopes. They lost one of his size, color and temperament at the beginning of the year, and him being an adult (5-6) dog works for them. Yoki, Wilbrod and Raysmom can probably speak to how you bring in a dog that's been in a shelter, and it takes them a few weeks to *see* you, love you, listen to you, begin to trust you. And if it's a foster dog, that's a good time for them to go. It seems to transfer to their forever family really well at that point. He's ready.

I guess it's true of people too! Just when we let ourselves become vulnerable, that's when the greatest chance of change occurs.

Have a good weekend, Boodle! Wags.

Posted by: dbG | July 21, 2007 5:47 PM | Report abuse

Mo'D -- you are in a golden moment as no choice is bad.

CT is my cuz, but I think you know that. Read _The Heather Blazing_ sometime. Very short, even Hemingwayescue. When his young hero is sent to the cousins living in the mountains, well that would be my peeps. CT is a townie -- Ennicorthy -- while my side descends from the branch in that high hollow of Bunclody.

Swim season is done. Lovely clouds we are having!

Bill Everything -- No footnote about Mr. Bonds dipping into the juice?

Posted by: College Parkian | July 21, 2007 5:51 PM | Report abuse

dbG what a good news post, best wishes to your friend and I hope all works out for Mr. Brooks.

Posted by: dmd | July 21, 2007 5:51 PM | Report abuse

CP, yes, I remembered that about your cousin. I must read every word he writes from now on.

As for the meaning of WWCPD?

It's What Would College Parkian Do?

Now I know!

Is this an Onion headline in the making? "Bush Regains Powers after Colonoscopy."

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 21, 2007 5:56 PM | Report abuse

Actually CP, that was my post. Bonds definately enjoyed the juice, as do or did many players of our era.

Posted by: greenwithenvy | July 21, 2007 6:00 PM | Report abuse

Oh my, Kryptonite in the bowel is a nasty disease, Maggie O'D.

I would have chipped in with extra anagrams for your name...

But Wilbrodog's suggestions of DOG IMAGE and GO DIG MA wouldn't have been as flattering ;).

He also suggested LEGAL COLLIE PRANK for College Parkian.

For Yoki/Stampede, he said PET KITS MADE? OY!

For Curmudgeon/Mudge, he wanted to say that GUN DOG MD CURE EMU

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 6:19 PM | Report abuse

Hey, Wilbrodog miscounted his L's. That serves me right for letting him anagram online.


Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 6:21 PM | Report abuse

BBC's headline is, "Bush regains presidential powers after colonoscopy." No mention of kryptonite.

Posted by: LTL-CA | July 21, 2007 6:49 PM | Report abuse

Hey... you guys didn't make an anagram of MY handle!

Posted by: GBT | July 21, 2007 7:00 PM | Report abuse

No time to back boodle, can't even skim the kits I've missed. Just wanted to say Mr. F and dozens of cousins are in town and fun though they are I miss my imaginary friends.

Hugs to Martooni, very clumsy Grover waves all around.

I do play golf, though not nearly often enough to be any good. I find it's a good walk, spoiled or not.

Storyteller Tim-thanks for using hubris a couple times.

Fondue peeps.

Posted by: frostbitten | July 21, 2007 7:04 PM | Report abuse

Oops, reclaims, not regains.

Posted by: LTL-CA | July 21, 2007 8:02 PM | Report abuse

"I grow bold."
"Do bow, girl."

Posted by: Jumper | July 21, 2007 8:43 PM | Report abuse

Yoki --
someone may have answered this, but a quick back skim did not find it. You can find all the blogs and columns on the LEFT side of the front page, in a little window saying "editorial, opinions, blogs, etc."

You don't have to find "editorials, opinions and blogs" from the menu at the top of the page.

Sorry if I am repeating.

I did not know you could find all this stuff from the menus at the top! Never did it, in nearly three years here.

Posted by: nellie | July 21, 2007 9:29 PM | Report abuse

Don't forget TELL JOKY

Posted by: yellojkt | July 21, 2007 9:34 PM | Report abuse

Thank you, nellie. I will try that early next week when I usually catch up on the weekend's advice columns. It turns out my family-life is much more engaging than my work-life (though I love that too, just no so much).

Are you regaining your health?

dbG, you are a wise rescuer of dogs. If that family is correct for Brook, he should go. I think I've said this too many times, but...

There is always a honeymoon with a rescued dog. The dog is so happy to have been paid attention to, and the family so delighted to have some validation of their suitability, that everything goes swimmingly for three weeks. At that time, the dog is comfortable enough to exhibit its own personality and the people comfortable enough to be appalled.

I always ask adoptive families to give it twelve to 16 weeks (and our Berner rescue contract allows an adoptive family to give the dog back up to us at any time, without penalty or moral outrage, but not to anyone else -- and if they try to sell the dog, we come down hard on them).

We had a wonderful day in the mountains, today. I might revive my blog to post the pics of the family in the beauty, but also pictures of my best friend's son who is now living in Banff. If I manage to upload the pics, I will post a link here.

Posted by: Yoki | July 21, 2007 9:55 PM | Report abuse

Um, let's see.

There would be 6*4*2 = 48 combinations of dbG if you include upper and lower case. And none of them make any sense. Love Collie Prankage!

Posted by: dbG | July 21, 2007 9:57 PM | Report abuse

Bob S., as you may have suspected, I could not sustain last night. Thank you for the verse. Between you and Yoki, I think I shall weather this test of faith, so to speak. ;-)

Posted by: bill everything | July 21, 2007 10:23 PM | Report abuse

I'm glad my Boodle handle is darn near anagram-proof.

Hubris, ate.

Goodnight, Boodle.


Posted by: bc | July 21, 2007 11:04 PM | Report abuse

Yoki, that is interesting about 3 weeks because I would have said that I had the honeymoon from hell after 2 lovely days, and then with constant work, attention, training and expectations I got him relaxed (possibly his true personality although he was pretty high energy as a pup).

But god, that Hound of the Baskervilles barking, I will never get that memory out of my head of how frantic he was...

He began his first alerting roughly 3-4 weeks after I got him, and that was a lot of work.

Of course it may be different with adolescent dogs than with full-grown dogs- he was roughly 9 months old and thats pretty much the adolescent age, and the 2 months in a shelter left its mark.

Always glad to learn from rescuers who foster, thanks!

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 21, 2007 11:21 PM | Report abuse

Joel, I'm terrible at golf too. It's not so bad, really!

Just got out of Fairfax Hospital. I had a nice top floor suite on the 10th floor overlooking the Mobile complex and the intersection of rt. 50 and gallows Rd. All my visitors loved it. The t-storms were exceptionally pretty and the helicopters majestic as the trauma was announced over the loudspeakers.

Blood clots in my leg. I'm blaming it on my gym shutting down for 6 weeks for rennovations.

My favorite nurse (wife) is now taking care of me (as she always has since I met her). I think she secretly loves giving me shots, pricking my finger for bloodsugar tests, and dispensing me my pain medication.

Just checking in. Martooni, hang in there! I will begin my narcotic withdrawel on Wednesday which, through prior experience, I expect to fall into dreams as exciting as an Indiana Jones movie.

And my daughter just told me she finished the latest HP book. Life after Harry Potter. Reality?

Posted by: Pat | July 21, 2007 11:38 PM | Report abuse

Pat - glad you're ok and out of the hospital - yikes. Skies here were full of grey clouds today - then rain, more like early spring than summer. Very humid too, which is unusual here. Ha - I spelled gray g-r-e-y - must be the Canuck influence.

Wonder how Don from I-270 is doing? Haven't heard from him in a long time.

Yoki, the Opinions (Columns and Blogs) page has me befuddled too...sigh...

Posted by: mostlylurking | July 21, 2007 11:45 PM | Report abuse

Pat, glad to hear back from you. Blood clots are nothing to mess around with, glad you got it diagnosed and treated.

The one thing I remember about my one fairfax hospital stay was the radio tower's light flicking on and off 24/7 at regular intervals through my windows.

I don't think they had the chopper landing pad then. My mom did have a room near the chopper pad once later on, and we could see the choppers arriving and departing. They're so noisy.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 22, 2007 12:11 AM | Report abuse

Just now had time to back-boodle; let me at that poetry-hating dude; mf doesn't know poetry-citing dudes are going to make him pay. Give him a slice of hyperbole he ain't never gonna forget.

Out of boredom if nothing else, learned to play golf as a teenager. Cheap local course. Still like it, golf that is. Don't have time to do it.

Remember the poem "The Lanyard"? Parallel tale. The course we played on was right off U.S. 30 in Merrillville, Indiana, an ugly four lane federal highway with numerous entrances/exits. Don't remember how we would do it, but would ride our bikes to the course with our golf bags on our back, part of the way on the shoulder of the highway.

One day, for reasons I can't remember instead of biking on the right hand shoulder of U.S. 30 as I approached the course, I was on the left hand shoulder of the highway. Looked back to judge when to cross over to the right hand side and go into the entrance of the golf course.

Barreling down the left lane of the highway was an 18-wheeler with a mobile home behind (the kind of trailer that would have a "wide load" sign behind).

Next thing I know the truck is diving into the grassy median. I stopped and thought, woonder what's wrong with his truck.

You can guess the rest, me and my buddy played 18 holes. We were at the clubhouse afterward and joking around. The guy in charge said it had been quite a day. I asked why. He said, and this is close to a real quote: "some idiot was riding a bike in the median and a trucker with a wide load was in the left hand lane and had to bail into the median to keep from hitting him."

It is amazing our society works so hard to protect stupid kids like I was.

Posted by: bill everything | July 22, 2007 12:12 AM | Report abuse

Yes, stupid kids grow up to be stupid taxpayers and thats good for society, right?

;). Well, one does hope that people learn as they age.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 22, 2007 12:20 AM | Report abuse

Wilbrod, you ok? Just trying to be funny.

Posted by: bill everything | July 22, 2007 12:36 AM | Report abuse

Pat, glad to hear you're on the mend.

Posted by: Error Flynn | July 22, 2007 12:41 AM | Report abuse

I've been protected, coddled, and just plain saved from my own idiocy so many times that I'm sometimes struck dumb with awe and gratitude. I'd like to think that I've given some of that back, but not nearly enough.

My handle's also got very little to work with, anagrammishly.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 22, 2007 1:27 AM | Report abuse

Nor does mine.

Posted by: Sob B. | July 22, 2007 2:13 AM | Report abuse

Sobb :-{

Posted by: Bob S. | July 22, 2007 2:26 AM | Report abuse

I missed so many days that back-boodling would be difficult. My computer crashed just when I was going to do a backup. After it was up, I had to spend several days re-creating what was lost. All my fault for not doing backup regularly. Lesson learned.

Martooni, so glad to hear from you. And 1! I like the number 1. It has the sound of my name.

Re: golf. I'm not into golf. I think it's bcuz I don't understand the game. I see golf as "You whack the ball and you walk. You whack the ball some more and you walk some more."

Posted by: rain forest | July 22, 2007 3:53 AM | Report abuse

Pat!!!! Glad you're back and getting better!!!

Welcome back as well, rain forest!

*slo-mo Grover waves until the coffee kicks in*


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 22, 2007 5:06 AM | Report abuse

Thanks Scotty.

Hi Pat.

I was getting edgy , first, not being able to read the Achenblog and then not having the time to.

Posted by: rain forest | July 22, 2007 7:40 AM | Report abuse

Good morning, all.

"Joel, I'm terrible at golf too." Pat, you're funny. I'm glad to hear you're out of the hospital and doing better.

You don't have to be young and engaging in risky behavior for it to be over in just a moment. Consider that when planning your days, folks, and take a little time to enjoy life.


Posted by: bc | July 22, 2007 7:42 AM | Report abuse

Pat glad you are out of the hospital, just for you a sky report, pure blue clear sunny skies here.

Morning all, off to sort through my parents stuff again, anyone interested in a paper roller you use for starting fires?, not sure why they have it because they didn't have a fireplace.

Have a great day all.

Posted by: dmd | July 22, 2007 7:57 AM | Report abuse

Good morning!

Welcome back Pat, I'm glad you're out of the hospital and have such loving care. Yesterday the sky was a clear deep blue and we had lots of dots of fluffy, almost-thunderhead cumulus clouds. They were small but went up in fantastic designs, with dark undersides and white tops that billowed with all kinds of shadows. I looked for a while and realized I hadn't given a sky report in a long time. Thanks to you, Pat, I take more time each day to look at the sky and everything else. I'll try to remember and share when I come across some of this spectacular everyday beauty.

Rain forest, I sympathize with the computer and achenaddiction problem. I think of golf much the same way, except mine is more, "you miss the ball; you miss the ball; you whack the ball and walk; you miss the ball . . . "

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 22, 2007 8:43 AM | Report abuse

No art serf, I.
Friar Stone.
No rare fist?
Fear not, Sir.

Posted by: Jumper | July 22, 2007 8:57 AM | Report abuse

bc - Speaking of risky behavior, my project today is to split a bunch of aged oak lurking in my backyard. This process will require me to successfully strike a pointy wedge with a a large heavy sledgehammer.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 22, 2007 9:01 AM | Report abuse

RD I have a gas power splitter sitting right outside my window and I may be splitting myself later,after some sleep though.

Today's wildlife report, watched a flock of huge Turkeys fly across the road and a doe and 2 fawns standing in my driveway as I pulled in.

Off to bed boodle,enjoy your Sunday everyone.

Posted by: greenwithenvy | July 22, 2007 9:12 AM | Report abuse

RD, when you're done with your yard, I have a tree's worth of aged oak, in large log rounds, and another of aged elm, still in my yard. They're waiting to be removed after the spring deluge. Ivansdad got the lawn tractor in there this week, so there is hope. However, if you'd like to come split them up, you are welcome.

Robert Frost: Two tramps in mud time. Contains, among other things, a great description of the physical sensations accompanying splitting blocks of wood, plus the moral virtue of doing a simple and necessary task well. "But yield who will to their separation, my object in living is to unite my avocation and my vocation as my two eyes make one in sight."

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 22, 2007 9:27 AM | Report abuse

That's great, Jumper. So many to choose from.

Posted by: Fear not, Sir | July 22, 2007 10:24 AM | Report abuse

It's a great day on the Achenblog when Pat's talking about the view and Wilbrod's talking about the noise.

Sky report for our returning, and healthier, buddy Pat: yesterday driving through Central Virginia, the clouds were puffs of bright white cotton, evenly separated from each other and floating through a bright blue sky over bright green mountains. Beautiful.

Wildlife report: Last week when we were driving my daughter back to her camp after a BBQ lunch (with deep fried pickles, of course!), we were on the narrow dirt road leading up to the camp. On our left was the forest, on our right, a fence and a wide field.

In front: a flock of huge Canada geese. As we rounded the corner and saw them, they saw us and started to run away from us, down the road. The canopy of trees above us from the woods was keeping them from taking off in flight. Eventually, after about 10 yards of running and flapping, most of the flock took off over the field and got away from us.

Most of them. One was still in the road and couldn't figure out how to get away, other than running and flapping his wings down the road ahead of us. It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. We were all howling with laughter watching him.

I know he was scared, but I also knew I wasn't going to harm him. Eventually, he ducked between the slats in the fence and took off in flight over the field. After his hilarious running, it was an incredibly graceful move.

Posted by: TBG | July 22, 2007 10:27 AM | Report abuse

Wilbrod, did you see they have a hold on Smokey?

If the family doesn't work out, Labs4Rescue is keeping an eye on him.

Posted by: dbG | July 22, 2007 10:37 AM | Report abuse

I'm way ahead of you guys on this anagram thread. This is from my [currently comatose] blog, almost 2 years ago:

Friday, October 07, 2005

Coincidence? I don't think so...

Achenblog had a big discussion about coincidences a while back, initiated by a Dumb Question of Tom Shroder's. Everybody weighed in on the subject. People in general really want to believe that there is a big plan, or that God is making specific things happen to them, or that there is a reason they are here, and so on. Achenbach has no qualms about debunking these notions. He was very clear about his beliefs. He is a rationalist. So that's why I say there is some divine message in the fact that the letters of his name can be rearranged to spell


Right? That couldn't be a coincidence, could it?

[I'm kidding, okay? I completely agree with Joel. I think everything could be explained by logic and reason, if (BIG IF) we were smart enough.]

Posted by: rocket bic | July 22, 2007 11:38 AM | Report abuse

Bumper sticker cited on the NYT Magazine "Lives" column:

"Grow Your Own Dope -- Plant a man.

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 22, 2007 12:24 PM | Report abuse

kb, it occurred to me no one had anagrammed Achenbach - I was overtired and couldn't do it myself.

Sky report - still gray and raining and humid.

Posted by: mostlylurking | July 22, 2007 12:27 PM | Report abuse

Another sad commentary on politics these days... *SIGH*

I can't even utter the "b" word in regard to that collection of HTML, since that would somehow give it legitimacy...

Posted by: Scottynuke | July 22, 2007 1:16 PM | Report abuse

Loved the anagrams all.

In spite of my lack of skill at golf, or perhaps because of it, I am enjoying watching the Open Championship today. Such a difficult, difficult course.

Loved the story about the guy launching his clubs into the water, bc.

One time when I was playing in a best ball outing, my ball landed at the edge of a pond. I knew I couldn't hit a ball across. (And it wasn't that large a pond.) So I picked up my ball and threw it across. Didn't make it. I can't throw too well either. (Did I mention I flunked basketball?)

Posted by: Oh my! Arms | July 22, 2007 1:22 PM | Report abuse

Joel isn't here to plug Outlook, so I will:

Posted by: mostlylurking | July 22, 2007 1:22 PM | Report abuse

Bah! Chance!

TBG, loved the goose story. Here's one back at you. There's a pond visible from our back window. One December, the pond had just frozen, with an unfrozen part in the middle. A number of geese flew over the house, headed for a landing on the pond. Some saw the coming predicament and waved off; two, however, had committed to landing. They hit, skidded, went a$$ over teacup a few times, then rolled into the unfrozen part. Could not stop laughing.

Posted by: Raysmom | July 22, 2007 1:27 PM | Report abuse

Thanks, mostlylurking, I needed that. :-)

Posted by: Scottynuke | July 22, 2007 1:28 PM | Report abuse

I always assumed Achenbach was already an anagram.

Posted by: RD Padouk | July 22, 2007 1:30 PM | Report abuse

And that too, Raysmom... *L*

Posted by: Scottynuke | July 22, 2007 1:32 PM | Report abuse

The money quote from the Times Book Review of Tom DeLay's autobiography --

"I have learned something about liberals," Tom DeLay tells his readers. "They are much like Communists."

Posted by: Maggie O'D | July 22, 2007 1:40 PM | Report abuse

Joel wrote about Leftovers for Outlook. This has some serious potential for record breaking blog-comment numbers (who doesn't have 150 "green blob in the back of the refrigerator stories?" But somehow the prospect isn't filling me with joy; I agree with the Achengirls that leftover food is icky. I hope we can move quickly into the metaphorical aspects of leftovers: how something not entirely used up can unexpectedly become a valuable asset. I'm my husband's second wife, for example.

Sky report: if I looked up to check, I might drown...

Posted by: kbertocci | July 22, 2007 2:28 PM | Report abuse

I've never been any good at anagrams but I love them. Can't choose between Naked Sabres and Break Ass End (is that an instruction or a caution?). Just came back from a bike ride along the canal. I thought I had it figured out as te prevailing wind is usually southerly so we rode that way first. Of course today the wind was out of the north, and came up fairly strong as we were riding, so the ride back was he!!. I stopped 3 times, the last time "S" was so far in front of me that I wondered if he'd notice I was missing - he eventually did and swore he wouldn't have driven off without me.

We saw the comedian Jim Gaffigan last night. He was very funny and he works clean too. We've been quoting lines back and forth all day and laughing all over again.

Gotta run out for lemons. I harvested a bunch of cukes and I'm making pickles.

Posted by: Bad Sneakers | July 22, 2007 2:28 PM | Report abuse

Leftovers? They're what's for lunch. If I'm making one of my pasta-meat-vegetable-garlic concoctions, I cook lots so that I have lunch makings for a couple of days. I may regret telling this, but days-to-reuse policy is probably more liberal than most (5-7 days for non-meat; 3-5 for meat). I defend myself by saying I haven't made us sick yet!

I'm roasting a whole chicken for dinner tonight. It will reappear a chicken burritos and chicken sandwiches for the next couple of days.

Posted by: Raysmom | July 22, 2007 3:05 PM | Report abuse

Thanks to the commercials for the Simpsons movie, I have a new tune cootie: "Spiderpig, Spiderpig. Does whatever a spiderpig does."

Posted by: Raysmom | July 22, 2007 3:07 PM | Report abuse

I kind of like leftovers, if it's spaghetti or lasagna or turkey - something that takes a long time to make. Cooking is work to me, so leftovers are a quick, easy meal. But by the third or fourth day, that's it.

Making pickles - again, that sounds like a lot of work. I might have to try cukes next year, just for eating fresh. This year I've got gourds - I don't have to worry about how they taste or look - the weirder and more misshapen, the better. Kind of like my knitting and crocheting projects - I'm sticking to things that are simple and don't have to fit or be any particular size - dishcloths, placemats, shawls. This would be a good day to sort through my bags of yarn leftovers (hope I don't find any wildlife!).

Posted by: mostlylurking | July 22, 2007 3:09 PM | Report abuse

I don't tend to watch a lot of golf, but ended up keeping an eye on the final round of the British Open today. Wow! I don't know how much a ticket to the final round costs, but anyone who bought one today got their money's worth.

Posted by: Bob S. | July 22, 2007 3:20 PM | Report abuse

I'm glad that an Irish guy, with a really Irish-sounding name (Padraig Harrington) won, if Tiger didn't. The Indy 500 was very disconcerting to me - names that didn't jibe with countries of origin - ha!

Posted by: mostlylurking | July 22, 2007 3:24 PM | Report abuse

Howdy all...

Surfacing from an HP read-a-thon -- started last night and just now finished it off.

All I can say is Fording Wow.

Rowling has outdone herself.

Now to drag myself back to the Muggle world...



Posted by: martooni | July 22, 2007 3:59 PM | Report abuse

About leftovers. I think JA's problem is directly related to the fact that he has daughters, not sons. When Thing 1 is home, leftovers don't last until the next meal. (That boy works up an appetite helping with dinner dishes.) His theory is if it's on a plate, it must be food. If it's in the refrigerator, it must be food. My problem is he will put the container back in the fridge with 1 tablespoon of food left in it (he doesn't want to have to wash the bowl).

I'm a half-way decent cook (or so I've been told), and certain dinner guests make sure there aren't any leftovers. Other dishes I purposefully make too much of, because they're better the next day, like carbonara or spinach fettucine (to non-Eyetalians, spinach fettucine is NOT green noodles). But I still want to raid TBG's refrigerator for leftovers, as I suspect every day at her home is a Greek holiday.

Posted by: LostInThought | July 22, 2007 4:37 PM | Report abuse

Yeah, IN RAM TOO, I bought it and read that book, as well. It'll need to be re-read again, there's a lot of detail every page.

Remember, stay strong, O MAN, I ROT... I RAT MOON... (I TAR MOON?) ONTO MAR I, M... ONTARIO.

As for Joel, I always figured HE CAN BACH. If not, I don't want to know.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 22, 2007 4:52 PM | Report abuse

Oh, I forgot I TAN ROOM. There are a few other combos left.

APT TAP, Sky report is a rather gloomy glowing grey here. It rained earlier today.

Yesterday was the kind of sky you see in freakin' paintings-- beautiful blue, lovely trees crisp against the sky-- including pine, spruce, fir, and some kind of nearly- triangular decidious tree. Very soothing, and the temperatures were lovely too.

I went cycling after dinner with Wilbrodog over to the local store to buy THE book.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 22, 2007 4:58 PM | Report abuse

Went biling myself this afternoon. According to my anal retentive mileage log, my time today for that route was fine even though I haven't ridden in over a month.

My son read HP in a marathon session from 11 pm to 7 am. The power was out at our house so he read it using a miner headlamp.

Posted by: yellojkt | July 22, 2007 6:57 PM | Report abuse

SCC: Went "biking". I have never been "biling".

Posted by: yellojkt | July 22, 2007 6:59 PM | Report abuse

I bile daily. I find it becomes me.

Posted by: Anonymous | July 22, 2007 7:42 PM | Report abuse

I'm sorry to hear that, yellojkt. I was charmed to hear you were biling.

I myself did nothing beyond the usual endless and tedious round of chores this afternoon; I admit I feel good looking around at a clean (more or less) and tidy place, after a good meal. We had fresh edamame tonight, and wow! that was so much better than frozen. I hope that guy at the farmers' market keeps up that crop. [When I say "we" of course I mean "I". The Boy was forced to take several handsful and I think he enjoyed it despite himself.] Also, I tuned two guitars and read quite a bit of a mystery novel. That's a full day's work, I say.

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 22, 2007 7:51 PM | Report abuse

You guys are so refreshing. I just now got the energy to get off the couch and move around. There are 2 things I've noticed when I get a fever:

1. I can lay on a couch for 20 hours in a day and not get a backache.
2. Coffee makes me drowsy.

Now to go outside and listen to crickets and at least move the sludge around in my body that's been accumulating since last night.

Posted by: Pat | July 22, 2007 8:19 PM | Report abuse

"move the sludge around in my body that's been accumulating since last night."

THAT sounds like biling.

Posted by: TBG | July 22, 2007 8:49 PM | Report abuse

Hey, Pat. I wish you could hear the symphony at my house. From indoors, with the windows closed and the air conditioner on, you can clearly and loudly hear the crickets and tree frogs (okay, cicadas for you purists) singing their rhythmic and enthusiastic songs. From outside, it is loud enough to impede conversation. I live near a highway. During many parts of the year, the traffic noise sounds like a distant river. In high summer, you can't hear it at all for the bugs. Bless 'em.

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 22, 2007 8:51 PM | Report abuse

Bob S., we just got home a while ago after a long day and went to see who won the Open Championship, our first comments, must have been something to see. Padriag is indeed Irish, I am think the Guiness is flowing freely across Ireland tonight.

Posted by: dmd | July 22, 2007 9:03 PM | Report abuse

Tomorrow, I have a day at home, which I desperately need. Yesterday was devoted to a family wedding, so a 30-mile trip (one way) at noontime for the bridal luncheon and a 25-mile trip in the evening for the wedding. Today we drove to Raleigh to watch a niece play in a softball tournament and then went to Chapel Hill to have lunch with my younger daughter and drop off the furniture she couldn't get into her little sedan. A fun day, but I'm bushed.

Pat, good to hear from you, and I'm glad to hear you are better. Martooni, one day at a time! We're here to support you. TBG, you made me laugh out loud yet again.

Posted by: Slyness | July 22, 2007 9:10 PM | Report abuse

Bob S., the British Open was something to watch. I feel bad for Garcia because he had the thing in his hand but I also feel good for Harrington because of the disaster he had on 18 playing his 72nd hole. Nine years ago Jean Van de Veldt blew up on that hole and it would have been too much to have two successive leaders blow up on the same hole at Carnoustie and then lose in a playoff. (Coincidentally, the last time a European won the British Open was nine years ago at Carnoustie.)

So I have mixed feelings, but it was great to watch!

Posted by: pj | July 22, 2007 9:49 PM | Report abuse


I just spoke to Mudge on the phone this evening. He's been admitted to Georgetown Hospital with a flare up of cellulitis in his leg.

He's being treated with IVs and a few days of enforced rest, and is in good spirits.

"I'm treating it like a 3-day vacation," he said.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have a laptop so he won't be Boodling until he gets home.

He asked me to let you all know he's fine, and that he's looking forward to being paid to read books for a few days. And that he's going to miss the Kits and Boodling.

I'll post some updates later, but keep him in your thoughts. I think he's looking forward to the peace and quiet contemplation, but not the food.


Posted by: bc | July 22, 2007 9:56 PM | Report abuse

Thank you, bc. I'm sure we all will be thinking of him and Mrs. Mudge over the next few days.

Posted by: pj | July 22, 2007 10:01 PM | Report abuse

I hope mudge does well. A man as perky as he is could overwhelm the nursing staff.

Posted by: yellojkt | July 22, 2007 10:05 PM | Report abuse

Omigosh, I hope they have caught it early and can make it go away quickly. Cellulitus is No Fun. Wonder if we could get away with sneaking in edibles worth eating?

Posted by: Slyness | July 22, 2007 10:09 PM | Report abuse

Thank you bc for the update. I'm glad they're treating it seriously; Ivansdad had that once. It was very exciting to draw a line on his arm where the swelling ended, and watch it get overtaken moments later.

Vaya con queso, all, and fondue.

Posted by: Ivansmom | July 22, 2007 10:14 PM | Report abuse

>he's looking forward to the peace and quiet contemplation, but not the food.

Possibly this explains my inability to feast on crab-ness this weekend. They're pining for him and saving themselves.

Or having a big party.

Posted by: Error Flynn | July 22, 2007 10:19 PM | Report abuse

bc, Please send on my best to Mudge.

Posted by: dmd | July 22, 2007 10:29 PM | Report abuse

Me too, bc.

Today is 2ndary Pi day. We'll fax him fake sour cherry pi.

Posted by: dbG | July 22, 2007 10:32 PM | Report abuse

Sending good thoughts 'Mudge's way and evil, nasty ones at those rotten bacteriums.

Posted by: Boko999 | July 22, 2007 10:33 PM | Report abuse

Some people will do anything to get out of real work. Please let 'Mudge know that goldbricking is not allowed on the boodle. You snooze you lose. Tell him to get better and get his fingers back on the keyboard PDQ.

Achenbach is definitely not a fertile anagram name. Best I could do: "bah, chance."

Posted by: bill everything | July 22, 2007 10:49 PM | Report abuse

My first opportunity to BOO myself.

Posted by: bill everything | July 22, 2007 10:51 PM | Report abuse

Thanks, bc, for letting us know about Curmudgeon. We'll think good boodle thoughts for him, and maybe eat some jello in sympathy.

Slyness, I'm tuckered out and haven't done anything. I think the high humidity is getting to me - just not used to it in the summer. I did clean up my yarn stash - it all fits in one neat box now. The bad news is that I found an afghan I started - knit, with cables and diamond pattern - and after struggling to figure out where I had left off and knitting a couple of rows, I see why I stopped. It's a very hard pattern to follow - but I'm going to try to keep it going, interspersed with my mindless projects. dr has inspired me to keep a few stringy things going on at once. The further bad news is that I'll have no time to read anything.

And I'm going to start working Mondays, from home. Shorter days, but I loved my 3-day weekends...

Posted by: mostlylurking | July 22, 2007 10:56 PM | Report abuse

Oh dear me-- I hope Mudge doesn't talk the hospital into giving him a peg leg just to get out sooner.

We'd never get the sound (and feel) of that dread tread out of our ears.. thump, THUM thump...

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 22, 2007 11:07 PM | Report abuse


Thanks for your concern, I'll pass along your regards.

I like leftovers; lots of Italian foods taste *better* the next day ( LiT, I'm sure you know this.).

My brother, on the other hand, runs science experiments in the refrigerator.


Posted by: bc | July 22, 2007 11:17 PM | Report abuse

A lot of stuff in sauces taste better the next day-- more marinating time.

Posted by: Wilbrod | July 22, 2007 11:29 PM | Report abuse

Sending positive vibes to Mudge...get well soon!

Posted by: birdie | July 23, 2007 12:03 AM | Report abuse

Hope Mudge does what is required, and more. Cellulitis is no joke --- truly one of those illnesses you "fight." Watched my brother-in-law go round and round with it until he did, finally, win. Yea! Can be done, sometimes takes some time.

Posted by: nellie | July 23, 2007 12:14 AM | Report abuse

bc, please give my best wishes to Mudge.

I'm always eating leftovers. I need something to have at work, plus the things I most like to cook inherently come in large quantities -- BBQd Leg o'Lamb, a braise like chili, Swiss steak or short ribs, or even a simple pot of quasi-ratatouille to use some of the zucchini, eggplant and tomatoes from the veg garden. Even with two daughters and a granddaughter to help with the eating, those can last for a few days. Dishes like braises/red sauce seem to benefit from time in the freezer, too.

Does anyone have some spare rain they could send?

Posted by: LTL-CA | July 23, 2007 12:24 AM | Report abuse

Yes, I'll try to direct our rain south.

Posted by: mostlylurking | July 23, 2007 12:28 AM | Report abuse

bc, please send my regards to Mudge. Hope he makes a speedy recovery.

Posted by: rain forest | July 23, 2007 12:35 AM | Report abuse

*faxin' 'Mudge a few books and the official shop steward deputization form*

Hurry back, my friend.


Thanks for the heads-up, bc...

*attempting the never-before-seen Grover waves w/a full lab coat and stethoscope*


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 23, 2007 5:17 AM | Report abuse

Snuke, you gonna take on shop steward duties? We've got work to do to make sure the bunker is ready for Mudge's return. Ladies, what shall we do to ensure that it is cozy and inviting for someone who is on the mend?

Posted by: Slyness | July 23, 2007 7:00 AM | Report abuse

Slyness, I think a nice fainting couch is in order, Mudge you laze on the couch. I can picture him there. The fabric should be a nice toile.

Posted by: dmd | July 23, 2007 7:17 AM | Report abuse

Oh yes, dmd, with lovely pictures of boats and maritime life. Navy blue on white, do you think?

Posted by: Slyness | July 23, 2007 7:23 AM | Report abuse

Slyness, for all I know 'Mudge signed the succession order naming someone before he left...

*glancing in bc's direction*


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 23, 2007 7:28 AM | Report abuse

Don't forget the periscope, strategically positioned for easy use from the couch...


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 23, 2007 7:29 AM | Report abuse

Slyness we found a box of books my Dad had yesterday, Boating in Canada, perfect for Mudge. They are a little dusty, few mouse nibbles and one or two a little water damaged but other than that fine. Until yesterday I had forgotten how many series of Time-Life books Dad had collected.

Posted by: dmd | July 23, 2007 7:31 AM | Report abuse


If you happen to stop by, check out this ridiculous tale...

*rolling my eyes almost out of my pointy little head*


Posted by: Scottynuke | July 23, 2007 7:55 AM | Report abuse

Er, I'm off of work this week, doing solo Dad with the girls, so I'm probably not the best choice for Shop Steward.

I'm going to run the girls around to doctor appts, extracurricular activites, birthday parties, pools, museums, and couple of days at the beach later in the week.

It'll be a good week, but a busy one.

I'll pass along everyone's good wishes, and I'll be sure to note Wilbrod's peg-leg comment. He'll like that.


Posted by: bc | July 23, 2007 8:47 AM | Report abuse

Mornin' all...

* sending Mudge happy hippie vibes *

(as opposed to happy "hippy" vibes, which might cause complications -- or frighten the staff -- due to spontaneous fits of wiggling, shaking and thrusting)

Feeling much more human here today, which is good since I'm so behind on everything. Speaking of which... time to assess the damage.

Off to a meeting. Hope everyone has a great day.


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Posted by: martooni | July 23, 2007 8:54 AM | Report abuse

bc, send my best to Mudge. Can pie be faxed to the hospital? Enjoy your week with the girls.

Scotty, can you believe that young man has lost sight of the fact that it might be important for soldiers to actually *know* how to fire a Stinger missile, vs. just pass the test?

Hang in there, martooni.

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