So a variety of circumstances have knocked me off the rails today. After determining that I my chances of remaining employed even should my employer discover that I am completely blowing off the day at >78%, I'm sitting in a location where two -- maybe three -- Spanish-language radio stations are blasting, it's uncomfortably warm, and I'm a little buzzed. My employer has a dim awareness of my true identity (I've decided that I'm actually The Plainsman, and everything else is an act), but he never checks the site. Although I hated to leave my closely-reasoned and, let's face it, correct anti-spoiler analysis, I realized that the time is perfect for getting up an article, listening to Robert and David and The Hard Ones (at Frisco's Burger Girl -- geez, the hospitality vendors along the Tollway not far from the prospective Kowboys Korporate Komplex must be thrilled, including especially sometime Hardline destination Tailgaters, which is literally (literally!) a short walk from the site at Warren and the Tollway), and even more perfect for simply refusing to do the job for which I am compensated.
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As already reported by Confessors commenting on the last thread, The Musers thrashed it today with their Musers' Topic Wheel Fart Talk. I laughed at what they were saying, and it was fun listening to them having genuine fun.
My reception was very spotty during that period and I missed a little bit of it. I wonder whether they mentioned one of my favorite fart-related phrases, which I believe I learned from a Muser or Hardline discussion of farting some time back: Farting while walking = "crop-dusting."
I'm trying to remember the other Muser utterance that made me laugh out loud in the car. I think it was the 8:40 replay of the Buzz-'n'-Knoxie talk. Well done, with a cameo by Junior in a rare triple role.
I actually have visual proof that finding farts funny is bred deeply into the living tissue of the male. Mrs. Plainsman was sitting on a couch with a baby on her knee. I'm not good at guessing the ages of little ones, but I'm going to guess about 10 months. I am sitting next to Mrs. P. The photo is taken right at the moment when I am making a prodigious farting noise with my mouth, my lips nearly invisible like hummingbird wings. The baby's head is thrown back and he's laughing.
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Several Confessors have recommended rabbit ears to us unfortunate Time-Warner Cable people who can't get CBS and some other stations. Also heard Intentional Grounding with the Breaking News that TWC is offering rabbit ears to its customers, which frankly isn't very encouraging for a resolution anytime soon. I dropped in to my AV vendor and asked them about that, and they said they doubted very much it would work in our house with the kind of insulation and roof-lining we had. They also looked me over carefully and said that it was actually somewhat tricky to install and use in conjunction with cable. Seeing as how I barely have the patience to get Blogger to work well enough to eke out my gems on this site, I decided either to wait, or get DirecTV in here.
By the way, my vendor strongly recommended DirecTV over Dish Network. Not sure why. Any of y'all have a preference? A local relative has Dish Network and likes it, and I note that Warren ("The Oracle of Omaha") Buffett recently invested in it. Actually, the vendor's highest recommendation went to Verizon FIOS, but it (and AT&T U-verse) are not available out here on the plains.
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I understand those Confessors who don't find Intentional Grounding an attractive steady diet, but I like it a lot and I think I would also enjoy it it in large, frequent doses. But it doesn't sound strictly Tickety, that's for sure.
If NPR and The Ticket got drunk at a bar and engaged in a wild, inebriated night of swiving, the resulting offspring would sound like Intentional Grounding.
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A big MTC thanks to Richie Whitt for his personal appearance in the last thread commiserating with Your Plainsman on the severe nut-kicking he suffered for his courageous position against stealth spoilers outside of the confines of an announced segment on the spoiled teevee show in question. (I know -- referring to oneself in the third person is a sign of a seriously unhinged personality.)
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Confessors derive great pleasure out of whipping Corby for his repetition of pet phrases. Well, Danny and Mike are now doing it with their impromptu announcement of fake segments with the title of the phrase in question whenever Corby tosses it out as a sentence intro. Danny, in his best fake-announcer voice: "And now, with 'LET ME TELL YOU,' -- Corby." My candidate: "To be perfectly honest with you."
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Hits remain strong since the demise of the Fan and the BaD Radio Drama. My thanks to you all, including the nut-kickers.
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OK, gotta put the dogs out, feed them, take drugs, and hustle off to meet Mrs. Plainsman for dinner and the Ticket-endorsed "The Way Way Back."
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