tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post111936242725017678..comments2024-01-08T13:44:54.771-08:00Comments on Dizgraceland: Finishing a beginningTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1119892752579499762005-06-27T10:19:00.000-07:002005-06-27T10:19:00.000-07:00R.Appreciating skulls or lack of appreciating skul...R.<BR/><BR/>Appreciating skulls or lack of appreciating skulls appears to be a gender issue. I wouldn't have sold the skull if Tess appreciated it as an artform. I will ultimately have to divest myself of most of my skull collection in the new house we end up buying. I've already tossed the deer and goat skulls. I held on to the buffalo skull with the promise that I'd sell it on eBay (where I bought it). But I'm drawing the line on giving up the warthog and baboon skulls. A man has to have limits.Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1119840104563244642005-06-26T19:41:00.000-07:002005-06-26T19:41:00.000-07:00Tim Elvis:Your Dad always had piles of wood laying...Tim Elvis:<BR/>Your Dad always had piles of wood laying around. I wonder if this trait is learned or genetic? Since your father's lumber was always in board form maybe you got the "log gene" from your Mom. This sounds like an excellent study for the government to fund.<BR/><BR/>Runaway aeriator? That sounds like a fine story worth telling.<BR/><BR/>Trucks should have dents in them. I mean they're trucks, right? Even better is if the dents were created after someone said: "Hold my beer and watch this!"<BR/><BR/>I asked Mrs. R if I could buy the Gold Lame skull and she said "No."<BR/><BR/>No! Can you believe it? That an awesome thing like a Gold Lame skull exists and yet she doesn't appreciate it.<BR/><BR/>When pressed for a reason she replied "we had animal skulls hanging up all over the place when I was growing up. It's just not that interesting."<BR/><BR/>Bah.<BR/><BR/>Perhaps Love has (once again) overcome better judgement and the Gold Lame skull will show up under the Christmas tree this year.<BR/><BR/>A man can hope, right?<BR/><BR/>-RAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1119836337842921652005-06-26T18:38:00.000-07:002005-06-26T18:38:00.000-07:00R.Well Tolkien is probably the only person who kno...R.<BR/><BR/>Well Tolkien is probably the only person who knows what to do with a semi-colon.<BR/><BR/>I thought about a hydraulic wood splitter, but I had a bad experience with a rented lawn aeriator last year (I almost ran it into my truck). I also wanted the challenge. Plus I needed the exercise.<BR/><BR/>You didn't happen to have anything to do with someone buying the Gold Lame skull did you? Someone from Minnesota bought it.Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1119830648007344262005-06-26T17:04:00.000-07:002005-06-26T17:04:00.000-07:00William Safire quote:Thank you for this. I'm horri...William Safire quote:<BR/>Thank you for this. I'm horrible at composition and grammar.<BR/><BR/>I like Tolkien's way of getting around the "starting a sentence with a conjunction" rule - the venerable semi-colon.<BR/><BR/><I>The Hobbits did this; and they did that; and they did it with a Hobbit ball bat."</I><BR/><BR/>Good folk, those Hobbits.<BR/><BR/>It's always satisfying to work hard and have a big pile of something to show for it. You may have addressed this in a previous blog entry but why didn't you rent a hydraulic splitter for a day?<BR/><BR/>-RAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1119500088092711812005-06-22T21:14:00.000-07:002005-06-22T21:14:00.000-07:00Wow, I guess I haven't been very attentive as I ha...Wow, I guess I haven't been very attentive as I have just now discovered that your old nemesis, Monkey Playing Cymbals, has a blog. He doesn't seem to think much of you. It appears that he is using your own computer against you. You've gotta be careful about that. No telling what kind of sites he's accessing. You could get in trouble.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1119468784592446202005-06-22T12:33:00.000-07:002005-06-22T12:33:00.000-07:00Well bless your soul, Shandie. Only you would appr...Well bless your soul, Shandie. Only you would appreciate photos of a log being split. And you are probably right about the blog motivational therapy. But I don't know about the novel. If I started to finish that, when would I have time to blog?Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1119457565863876452005-06-22T09:26:00.000-07:002005-06-22T09:26:00.000-07:00Whoooo hooo!!!! You finished! I'm so happy for y...Whoooo hooo!!!! You finished! I'm so happy for you! Awesome pictures as well. <BR/>You know though.... I think your blog is the primary reason for this completion. You were able to document the accomplishment with photos. That had to be pretty cool. <BR/>NOW..... I'm thinking.... you should really get that old novel out of the Mac and complete it.Naughti Biscottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11954505278010003963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1119457503137666732005-06-22T09:25:00.000-07:002005-06-22T09:25:00.000-07:00Leave it to you Lights, to put it all in perspecti...Leave it to you Lights, to put it all in perspective. I was the man with all the wood. Now it has split. <BR/><BR/>Being left with the Monkey is no picnic, however. He's always on my back.<BR/><BR/>BTW. If you ever do start a blog, here's a title suggestion: "Walk into the light...wait, not that one...sorry."Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1119414258032884442005-06-21T21:24:00.000-07:002005-06-21T21:24:00.000-07:00I suppose it's inevitable that you'd feel a sense ...I suppose it's inevitable that you'd feel a sense of loss. Finishing a project like this can actually change who you are, or rather, how you and other people think of you.<BR/>Allow me to illustrate my point:<BR/><BR/>"Tim Healy, hmmm, sounds familiar but I can't place him."<BR/>"Oh, you know. The guy with all the wood in his yard."<BR/>"Yeah, I remember now. That sure is a lot of wood."<BR/>"Sure is."<BR/><BR/>So, you see, in a sense the wood had become part of you. Now it's gone, and with it a unique identifying characteristic. <BR/><BR/>But at least you've still got the Monkey Playing Cymbals, which is nice.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com