tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post3221458432220247658..comments2023-10-10T07:26:23.616-07:00Comments on Aunty Christ loves all her children: Aunty Christ has been on a Robotussin holidayAunty Christhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-72293397467721952782007-05-21T08:45:00.000-07:002007-05-21T08:45:00.000-07:00Yes! I did update my blogroll. More on that later-...Yes! I did update my blogroll. More on that later--or perhaps not.Aunty Christhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-17199354184246538692007-05-20T13:00:00.000-07:002007-05-20T13:00:00.000-07:00George: I hear you'll be coming out this way in ti...George: I hear you'll be coming out this way in time to use the beach house before its unfortunate sale? I look forward to schooling you on the disgustingness of maritime life, as well as the human digestive system, my friend. Will the Pop-Tart be accompanying you? Say hello, if you would. I mean no disrespect by calling her "Pop-Tart," of course. I think you wrote "T-Tart," but I have no idea what that means. I have only good memories associated with Pop-Tarts, however, sweet and convenient as they are.<BR/><BR/>Junk Thief! !!! Thanks for the link. What an unexpected treat for me, after such a long period of ignoring my blog. To answer your question, no. Strangely enough, I haven't been carded or limited in my purchase of Robotussin--though as recently as last year my Sudafed-buying rights were infringed upon. What's the difference, I wonder? Can one not make meth with Robotussin? Well, I have no idea, and no interest, frankly, but maybe I'll google it and come back with the answer later on.<BR/><BR/>Bryce: Thank you for reading! I will be sure to update my blogroll to add both you and the Thief, once I miraculously become not so lazy. Always appreciative of new readers.Aunty Christhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-34740094848066739582007-05-16T23:37:00.000-07:002007-05-16T23:37:00.000-07:00I remember Goofus and Gallant! Thanks for the hila...I remember Goofus and Gallant! Thanks for the hilarious blog which I found via Junk Thief.<BR/><BR/>--Bryce Digdughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06495929818276168084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-48590291162960480442007-05-16T17:13:00.000-07:002007-05-16T17:13:00.000-07:00Do they ask for your ID when you buy your Robotuss...Do they ask for your ID when you buy your Robotussin, Aunty? Or is that just a U.S. thing? One time the border guards in Windsor held me in detention for three hours because I was two tablets over my limit on Flinstone vitamins. Gosh, I felt like I was so edgy back then.Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13051974174001458812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-5785601755669687412007-05-09T21:22:00.000-07:002007-05-09T21:22:00.000-07:00OK, just a few other little factoids to assure per...OK, just a few other little factoids to assure perfect accuracy.<BR/><BR/>1. "Saskatoon's" large Maui-ian population would point to the waiter's hotel of origin being somewhere on that nobel island, and *not* Honaschmoose-ooze.<BR/><BR/>2. North Americn Bison either cannot or will not wear polyester, no, not even blends I'm afraid, and at least one South Dakota Rancher lies in his grave as a testament to the fact. I suspect water buffalo might similarly object, so on that matter I am still suspicious.<BR/><BR/>3. The only effective breakfast weaponry are pigs in a blanket. And German pancakes aren't even pancakes, they're Dutch.<BR/><BR/>4. But what of the photos of you stumbling out of the Mangy Moose at three am just last week. Do you expect us to believe you were just visiting "friends"? In Saskatoon? <BR/><BR/>I think not.<BR/><BR/>5. The Freetown screw company went out of business in 1979. I was in the town of Freetown yesterday on a Bow hunting expedition, so I was able to verify this. (Your cherubic assistant DA's father's cousin's former place of employment. Check it out.)<BR/><BR/>6. She Bear and Rich would never destroy street signs with baseball bats; they'd use either stolen golf clubs or axes borrowed from Fire Chief Dick Hopper of the Pendleton fire dept.<BR/><BR/>and on a tangential note: Arrows will penetrate kevlar bullet proof vests. So ATF agents coming to storm *MY* thugee revivalist voodoo fusion cult compound be advised. <BR/><BR/>Take that, Mr. 44. calibur!<BR/><BR/>Anyway it's late and I'm getting out of here before I have to open up a can of Whoop Ass on your misguided notions regarding the human gastro-intestinal tract.George Pophamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02937343965926372788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-30290112975136790982007-05-08T12:13:00.000-07:002007-05-08T12:13:00.000-07:00Other things that I got wrong include:1. Smiling G...Other things that I got wrong include:<BR/><BR/>1. Smiling Guy from Pancake Employment Seminar resembled a refugee from the Hilo Ramada Inn, not the Honolulu Hilton.<BR/>2. Water Buffalo's pants were a sensible wool-poly blend, not tweed.<BR/>3. And had a face that begged to be smacked with a <I>German</I> Pancake.<BR/>4. I do not live in Saskatoon.<BR/>5. The assistant D.A.--though he was young and cute as a bug (a millipede, to be specific)--wasn't really pink-cheeked, that I remember. A bit flushed, maybe.<BR/>6. Rich and She Bear weren't off getting coffee; rather, they were destroying street signs with baseball bats.<BR/>7. At least a few of the women at the seminar were post-menopausal.<BR/>8. Goofus + Gallant = 52 pounds of dog.<BR/>9. I don't fart.<BR/><BR/>Sorry for any inconvenience this has caused anyone. Will try to conduct better research for future blog posts.Aunty Christhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-26095705578445049062007-05-08T11:57:00.000-07:002007-05-08T11:57:00.000-07:00Oh, and 44.s are fun, make big boom, hurt wrist, d...Oh, and 44.s are fun, make big boom, hurt wrist, destroy watermelon...George Pophamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02937343965926372788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-66322340221925593142007-05-08T11:55:00.000-07:002007-05-08T11:55:00.000-07:00Actually, and I really mean this, I thought there ...Actually, and I really mean this, I thought there might be an exotic or antique .48 caliber pistol out there, and if so I wanted to call dibs on getting to shoot the thing when next I'm in town.<BR/><BR/>I make far far to many tiny detail mistakes to risk incuring the bad karma of being the kind of asshole that corrects other people's tiny detail mistakes.George Pophamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02937343965926372788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-22217033438261377542007-05-08T11:12:00.000-07:002007-05-08T11:12:00.000-07:00Whoops. And by '.45', I of course meant '.44'. Ple...Whoops. And by '.45', I of course meant '.44'. Please further correct errata. Thnx.rich bachelorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16273482345189891431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-16586392875910523312007-05-07T06:18:00.000-07:002007-05-07T06:18:00.000-07:00Oh, sorry. Poke holes in sicky's narrative, will y...Oh, sorry. Poke holes in sicky's narrative, will you? Sick or not, actually, sicky don't know shit about guns.<BR/><BR/>Speaking of calibers, I am reminded of a blogger I used to read who was pretty hilarious in that she would regularly complain that she couldn't think of anything to blog about, so would someone please give her a topic for her next post, and almost as regularly point out that many bloggers have been discovered by publishing companies, and she would like to know why she hasn't been. "I am a writer of the highest calibur," wrote she. Couldn't have said it better myself.<BR/><BR/>Will edit to correct gun caliber. Thanks.Aunty Christhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-23057142467928824542007-05-06T22:22:00.000-07:002007-05-06T22:22:00.000-07:00Truth be told (oh, and Let It!), it was a .45 I wa...Truth be told (oh, and Let It!), it was a .45 I was shooting.rich bachelorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16273482345189891431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-69636669157196501192007-05-06T11:25:00.000-07:002007-05-06T11:25:00.000-07:00a 48.? Is there such a caliber?Funny Deb and I are...a 48.? Is there such a caliber?<BR/><BR/>Funny Deb and I are picking out new bows because we acccidentally got into archery. True story. Now, I love to shoot guns, mind you, to which rich can attest, but, I had never seriously considered archery in the same category of projectile fun until I found an old cheapo Bow and some arrows and put tennis balls on the tips of the arrows and began shooting them out my office window to scare the squirrels off my bird feeders (miserable, insatiable, greedy little furballs) Then a remarkable thing happened, I got good at it. I can actually whack a squirrel right off a bird feeder at 50 feet with a fair amount of regularity. I cannot explain why this is so rediculously satisfying. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, Deb and I went to this indoor archery range and have started taking classes and now we are buying new Bows and Arrows... And to my amazement, archery people are actually surprisingly great people... well, anyway, this archery stuff I meant to tell Rich about when I was commenting over there, but I forgot, but I suggest to both ya'll that we have a bullet and arrow festival when I am in town in June and go out to both ranges.<BR/><BR/>OK, I am getting to work now... I will I will I willlGeorge Pophamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02937343965926372788noreply@blogger.com