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I was just taking the dogs outside before putting them to bed for the night. One of my neighbors is recently divorced, and a frighteningly obsessive sports fan. He watches them all and become highly invested in them emotionally. Every conversation I have ever had with the man turns to the subjects of (American) football, baseball, basketball, or hockey. Usually in that order.

Since his divorce, it seems to me that sports are all the man has left. :rolleyes:

Anyway, while out with the dogs, I heard a sound from his house that immediately provoked an image of a bull moose being entangled in live, high-voltage fencing wire, followed several seconds later by a long, great exhalation of joy.

I am led to believe one of two things:

1) He was watching a game in which things were apparently progressing toward a result he really did not want to see, but ultimately turned out in his favor;

2) His sexual frustration since the divorce has compelled him to hire a Dom for the evening.

:p
 
Perhaps a neighbourly enquiry as to his health?
:rolleyes:

No no! I really warn against it.

When I was a young student, back in the Stone Age, I used to have mah-jong and cocktail parties in my room which was a little way from college. One time I came back from the Christmas break to hear that one of my friends had got into a dreadful fight and picked up two black eyes. I was very shocked-and-surprised to hear this and wondered what on earth he could have been doing.

I found out that, rather lit up and over-excited after perhaps one too many Yellow Daisy's, he had been walking back to college from my final party of the term and had seen a car bouncing up and down, which he had been foolish enough to peer into. He had not gone very far from the car when the male occupant came up behind him and gave him the black eyes!
:eek:
 
Random note: Mr Penn just left to pick up lunch. We're trying stuff from an Indian place in town.
 
No no! I really warn against it.

I found out that, rather lit up and over-excited after perhaps one too many Yellow Daisy's, he had been walking back to college from my final party of the term and had seen a car bouncing up and down, which he had been foolish enough to peer into. He had not gone very far from the car when the male occupant came up behind him and gave him the black eyes!
:eek:


"If this car's Rockin',
Don't come knockin'.
 
I decided, for the sake of my sanity (I really don't want to envision my extremely obese neighbor engaged in anything even remotely . . . ugh . . . I can't finish the thought), that he was watching sports.

He must have been watching sports.

But, who owns the black sedan parked in his driveway? :eek:
 
I decided, for the sake of my sanity (I really don't want to envision my extremely obese neighbor engaged in anything even remotely . . . ugh . . . I can't finish the thought), that he was watching sports.

He must have been watching sports.

But, who owns the black sedan parked in his driveway? :eek:

His Undertaker ?
 
Home again, after most of a week away. We ate our way through some of the best of Sonoma County CA in Sebastopol and Healdsburg, with side trips to The Birds' infamous Bodega Bay and other locales: Geyserville / Geezerville, Guerneville / Goonieville, Petaluma / Chickaluma. Guy Fieri's place in Santa Rosa wasn't bad. The Starks' eateries in the region are superb. Some little Holes-In-The-Walls are astounding. Now is quotidian time again. Sigh...
 
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Are you quite sure about that?

Is it possible that a different function was originally intended?



The top part looks like a chamber pot with a lid.

It might have been for use in the Gentleman's Smoking Room, but most chamber pots have a simple bowl shape, at least inside. This one is too convoluted to clean easily.

It could have come from a brothel, and have been used to hold either cash, or the supply of condoms...

An aside: One of our local public houses still has its original Victorian etched glass. One of the windows is labelled: Ladies' Gin Room.
 
NSA, don't mind me!

Or, is the case of the UK, perhaps, GCHQ.

There was a wonderful cartoon in one of our papers, showing a person sat at a computer and on the phone: "Please will you remind me of my password?"
 
Or, is the case of the UK, perhaps, GCHQ.

There was a wonderful cartoon in one of our papers, showing a person sat at a computer and on the phone: "Please will you remind me of my password?"

(Government Communications Headquarters)

The acronym should be CGH. Why do they call it GCHQ?
 
I have got to have it! :D

Patience, patience...

In our auction tomorrow is a two foot high Gold Cupid holding up a torch (Statue of Liberty type torch). His body and plinth are studded with stick-on fake jewels probably from a child's nail make-up set.

He didn't sell last week with a reserve of £5. Maybe, just maybe, I might get him for £3 or even £2.

I'm trying to persuade myself NOT to bid on a treadle sewing machine, a large cabinet gramophone, another gramophone with brassy-coloured horn - like this:

http://www.christies.com/lotfinderimages/d41639/d4163915r.jpg

And a mains Roberts Radio:

http://freespace.virgin.net/mark.roper/roberto.jpg

The cabinet gramophone:

http://www.sellingantiques.co.uk/photosnew/dealer_tharrison/old-cabinet-gramophone-by-edward-obrien-84520.jpg
 
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I would love the gramophone. It would match perfectly my typewriter, my secretary, collection of old-world maps, and my collection of pocket watches.

My wife and I have become progressively steampunk over the past year or so. Eventually, we hope to have the entire house look like something (sort of) from the Victorian era.
 
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