Should old aquantence be forgot?

[sweetnpetite]

And never brought to mind?

Of course not!!!!

Happy new years to everyone. It's 11:34 here....


big early smootch all around

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

SnP,

When you've seen as many New Year's as I have, forgetting becomes part of the natural order of things.

Hope you and yours have a great '04.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[shereads]

And never brought to mind?

It's often for the best.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

And never brought to mind?

Normally, no.

However, it is acceptable in those occasional days of auld lang syne.

Happy New Year.

Has anyone decided what we're calling this decade yet? The oughts? The 'O's?

---dr.M.

 

[shereads]

Re: Re: Should old aquantence be forgot?

Has anyone decided what we're calling this decade yet? The oughts? The 'O's?

The Uh-Os.

The O-no's

The Ooze.

The Oops.

The Yowsa! Decade.

The Al Franken Decade...No, wait. That was the 80's.

The Pre-Teens

 

[Vincent E]

Re: Re: Should old aquantence be forgot?

Has anyone decided what we're calling this decade yet? The oughts? The 'O's?

I thought that it was the aughts. We're now in aught-four.

As for old acquaintances being forgot, considering some of the assholes I grew up with, the sooner I forget them the better. Honestly, you couldn't meet a bigger bunch of douche-bags if you worked in a feminine hygene factory. I'm talking about the biggest group of pricks since Phfiser started gathering test groups for Viagra. We're talking about more assholes than you can find in a school of proctology. This one piece of work who lived next door was a bigger piece of shit than you might sweep up off of the floor of the elephant room of the city zoo.

But I'm not holding any grudges. No, not me, I'm too well adjusted.

 

[Quasimodem]

We started this decade with half the numerals: "0's." Sort of like everything on one side of the red line. (For the poor benighted who must do without -- that's a reference to hockey.)

One of the "0's" are gone, now, and the numeral which is left is getting further and further away from zero in value each year.

Keeping that in mind, Shouldn't this be "The Decade of the Depleting "0 - Zone"

As for 'auld acquaintance' being forgot, that entirely depends upon the auld acquaintance.

There are a number of them, that I would gladly pay good money, if I could buy back my introduction to them.

No, wait! That wouldn't work. Most of my best forgotten auld acquaintances are relatives.

That's what comes from a five day Holiday. It contradicts the old dictum that, "After the third day, relatives, like fish, stink."

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Should old aquantence be forgot?

Normally, no.

However, it is acceptable in those occasional days of auld lang syne.

Happy New Year.

Has anyone decided what we're calling this decade yet? The oughts? The 'O's?

---dr.M.

It gets called "The Noughties" here in the UK. Dunno who thought that up, guess they were trying to be funny.

Lou

 

[Gary Chambers]

This is one paragraph from something I posted on another group just before New Years:

Still, it's nice to know one is communicating with someone who can see the
wonder of it all and will probably, therefore, survive this most horrific
time of year when suicides become epidemic and even natural deaths cause
more extreme pain and anguish than usual for survivors. I like Robbie Burns
but I find Auld Langsyne a most wretched piece of poetry, urging us to
forget our fallen friends and relations. Says who? I reckon the Scottish
bard must have had a right skin full before he wrote that piece of rhyming
bile. My fallen kith and kin live with me forever. Using it as a jingle to
announce closing time in Japanese department stores sounds to me like its
most fitting use.

In case you're wondering, in Japan they play Auld Langsyne in stores just before closing time every day of the year.

 

[shereads]

I like Robbie Burns
but I find Auld Langsyne a most wretched piece of poetry, urging us to
forget our fallen friends and relations.

Well thank God somebody knows what the song is about. This gives me hope that someone in AH can decode the lyrics of this line from the Mannfred Mann song, "Blinded By The Light" :

Blinded by the light
Wrapped up like a douchin in the middle of the night.



Will pay top story scores for answer to this.

 

[Seattle Zack]

Here you go, she

Madman drummer bummers
Indians in the summer
With a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps
His way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder
Feeling kinda older
I tripped a merry-go-round
With the very unpleasing
Sneezing and wheezing
The calliope crashed to the ground

CHORUS
Blinded by the light
Wrapped up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight
She's gonna make it through the night.....


There is a bathroom on the right, however....

 

[shereads]

Here you go, she

Madman drummer bummers
Indians in the summer
With a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps
His way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder
Feeling kinda older
I tripped a merry-go-round
With the very unpleasing
Sneezing and wheezing
The calliope crashed to the ground

CHORUS
Blinded by the light
Wrapped up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight
She's gonna make it through the night.....


There is a bathroom on the right, however....

Very impressive.

::signaling for paramedics to approach stealthily, from the little-used door at the back of Author's Hangout::

Seriously, Zack. Please tell me you had to look this up.

 

[Quasimodem]

Well thank God somebody knows what the song is about. This gives me hope that someone in AH can decode the lyrics of this line from the Mannfred Mann song, "Blinded By The Light" :

Blinded by the light
Wrapped up like a douchin in the middle of the night.



Will pay top story scores for answer to this.

Here are the lyrics, and the source, but I couldn't find your quote.

Putting it bluntly, this lyric tries to cover verbally what "When The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down" accomplished insturmentally.



Blinded By the Light


[Chorus]: Blinded by the light
revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night (fading)

Madman dummers bummers,
Indians in the summer,
With a teenager diplomat
And the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps his way into his hat

With a boulder my shoulder,
feeling kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
(pickup)
the calliope crashed to the ground

(chorus)

Some silicon sister with a manager mister
told me I go what it takes.
I'll run you on sonny to something strong
play the song with the funky break

And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the
weather charts see if it was safe outside
And little Early Burly came by in his curly wurly
and asked me if i needed a ride
(pickup)
asked me if i needed a ride


(chorus)

Bridge: She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it to the night
She's gonna make it through the night


(break with soul-stirring solo)

Oh momma that's where the fun is
But momma that's where the fun is
Momma always told me not to look
in the eye's on the sun
But momma that's where the fun is

(chop sticks variation)

So brimstone-baritone, anti-cyclone Rolling Stone
Preacher from the East,
says dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone
thats what they expect at least

It's a new grown chaperon standing in the corner
watching the young girls dance
and some fresh sown moonstone messing with his frozen zone,
only reminding him of romance
(pickup)
and the calliope crashed to the ground

(Chorus)

(Chorus and First Verse)

Now Scott with the sling-shot finally found a tender spot
and throws his lover in the sand
and some blood-shot forget-me-not
said Daddy's within earshot, save the buck-shot, turn up the band

(repeat Verse 2 "Silicon sister with a manager....")
(bridge)




If you are referring to the line:

"revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night"

Could that be an allusion to "The Little Deuce Coupe?"

(You don't know what I've got?)


Now, it time for my Auld Lang Syne-off!

 

[Seattle Zack]

Well, I have it on vinyl ... actually all my albums are on vinyl (not sure this newfangled CD craze is going to catch on).

Back in the olden days, we had big records that we played with a needle, they had beautiful artwork and lyrics and "liner notes" inside. None of this minidisc MP3 crap.

No lyrics on this particular sleeve, however, so yes I did look it up just to be sure. One of my favorites, though, I could have typed it from memory.

 

[shereads]

Here are the lyrics, and the source, but I couldn't find your quote.

Putting it bluntly, this lyric tries to cover verbally what "When The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down" accomplished insturmentally.



Blinded By the Light


[Chorus]: Blinded by the light
revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night (fading)

Madman dummers bummers,
Indians in the summer,
With a teenager diplomat
And the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps his way into his hat

With a boulder my shoulder,
feeling kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
(pickup)
the calliope crashed to the ground

(chorus)

Some silicon sister with a manager mister
told me I go what it takes.
I'll run you on sonny to something strong
play the song with the funky break

And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the
weather charts see if it was safe outside
And little Early Burly came by in his curly wurly
and asked me if i needed a ride
(pickup)
asked me if i needed a ride


(chorus)

Bridge: She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it to the night
She's gonna make it through the night


(break with soul-stirring solo)

Oh momma that's where the fun is
But momma that's where the fun is
Momma always told me not to look
in the eye's on the sun
But momma that's where the fun is

(chop sticks variation)

So brimstone-baritone, anti-cyclone Rolling Stone
Preacher from the East,
says dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone
thats what they expect at least

It's a new grown chaperon standing in the corner
watching the young girls dance
and some fresh sown moonstone messing with his frozen zone,
only reminding him of romance
(pickup)
and the calliope crashed to the ground

(Chorus)

(Chorus and First Verse)

Now Scott with the sling-shot finally found a tender spot
and throws his lover in the sand
and some blood-shot forget-me-not
said Daddy's within earshot, save the buck-shot, turn up the band

(repeat Verse 2 "Silicon sister with a manager....")
(bridge)




If you are referring to the line:

"revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night"

Could that be an allusion to "The Little Deuce Coupe?"

(You don't know what I've got?)

Zack has it on vinyl.

 

[shereads]

Drunk with power after the extraordinary double Mannfred Mann triumph, I challenge Quasi to post the lyrics for "Louie, Louie" (the refrain is sufficient) and Seattle Zack to post the ones attributed to Bill the Cat of "Bloom County."

Zack, vinyl can't help you here.



God, I love the internet. Thank you, Al Gore.

 

[Seattle Zack]

Well, Quasi is probably correct with "revved up" (although "wrapped up" is always how I heard it) because I just culled the lyrics off my favorite Internet lyrics site. He's much more savvy about this new Inter-net technology than I am (damn kids).

But, Bill the Cat, now that's something I know a little bit about:

Louie, Lou-I, ne ga go
Louie, Lou-I, ne ga go
ee fi li curl way fra nee
ee cat-ta shi fo kra-see
ne sait a shi auuuu lome
ee newa fwo mamake i ome

(chorus)
ree nie (garbled)
ail zee me tink (garbled)
ee (garbled)
(garbled)
dwee l'il friskies
(garbled) ack
(garbled)

(extended guitar solo)

 

[shereads]

ree nie (garbled)
ail zee me tink (garbled)
ee (garbled)
(garbled)
dwee l'il friskies
(garbled) ack
(garbled)

(extended guitar solo)

How many times have any of us typed "LOL" knowing damn well that it was a lie?

I just did actually laugh out loud - for the first time this year. Thank you, Seattle Zack. ail ee, Bill the Cat.

LOLNR = LOL; no really.



(Hey, the penguin is back in the comix. Can the cat be far behind? The decade is looking up.)

 

[sweetnpetite]

Re: Re: Should old aquantence be forgot?

Normally, no.

However, it is acceptable in those occasional days of auld lang syne.

Happy New Year.

Has anyone decided what we're calling this decade yet? The oughts? The 'O's?

---dr.M.

The 2K's

as in 2K4

 

[shereads]

Drunk with power after the extraordinary double Mannfred Mann triumph, I challenge Quasi to post the lyrics for "Louie, Louie" (the refrain is sufficient) and Seattle Zack to post the ones attributed to Bill the Cat of "Bloom County."

Zack, vinyl can't help you here.

Ahem. Bumped to get Quasi back in the game - and because I get such a kick out of Zack's reply. Particularly:

dwee l'il friskies
(garbled) ack
(garbled)

(extended guitar solo)

Cough me up another hairball, handsome, while I put on a pot of coffee.

 

[Somme]

Oi'll jes tak' 'nuther cup of koindness 'n listen fer me name....