old newspaper
make an offer!
Ok, here’s my final offer. You get whatever the hell that is away from me, and in exchange… No, on second thought, just get that thing the hell away from me.
Thanks, Laurie!
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I sure could have used that when my family was raising poodles. There didn’t seem to be enough newspaper in the world.
Are you sure you didn’t already use this one?
*sniff, sniff* HEY, you’re right! Uh, eew.
that’s exactly what I was thinking TM
Aside from the fact that I see no contact information for making said offer, I have to wonder in what universe Sparky here thinks used newspaper is a hot commodity.
My offer: a can of Ronson and a match.
CJ, from what we’ve all learned, CL is awash with “hot commodities”…don’t be a doubter!
🙂
I know somebody with a load of vintage cereals who may be interested in this one.
That, and a can of 50 year old Crisco, might make a winning combination!
I bet the Crisco still would burn well, even after de-emulsifying and decomposing for 50 years.
I’m convinced Crisco has no half-life. It is unable to decompose. It merely lifts and separates.
Um, mudsy, aren’t you confusing hydrogenated vegetable fat and the Cross-Your-Heart bra?
That explains why my boobs are sometimes greasy—soft and supple—but greasy.
Did sumwun say BEWBS?!
It’s the secret playtex-crisco connection revealed; can Dan Brown be far behind?
Don’t insinuate that Dan Brown is behind me when we’re talking Crisco. Hehe..more like Alexander Dumas and the Count of Monte Crisco.
Although I would love to hear Robert Langdon’s thoughts on all that.
Ah yes, Mudslicker
Revenge is a dish best served greasy.
No, tamales are!
Like when you put Vaseline on your ex’s windshield wipers so that the next time it’s rains and he’s on the freeway with his new lover/your best-friend….
sorry, you tripped my hair-trigger reminiscing trap.
Pardon me HHNF…. may I pause a moment and jot down some notes?
HHNF, you’re my kind of evil … 😛
Oh, sure. I’ll just have you sign this legal waiver….
A wafer? Isn’t it a little early for Communion?
Really, tamales should be steamed, and served with a nice sauce.
Greasy tamal is an enchilada that is renege served crisco-y
Steamed with a nice sauce? Isn’t that shellfish?
I’d like to see you steam a chorizo tamale and then tell its sauce to “be nice!”
But if the tamales were made with 50 year old Count of Monte Crisco, wouldn’t they be ‘tamales revenge’?
How shellfish of you. I’d be pretty crabby if I got steamed.
I’ll anagram that: malesta revenge
mal = bad
esta = is (condition)
You could be correct.
HHNF: *groan*
Well, depends upon the chorizo; some of the supermarket chorizo fino around here would be impolite to the masa, and you’d likely have to freeze them, and then steam open-end down. A nice chorizo blanco, that would be different.
Heard rumors of clam tamal down to SW Mexico–not sure I’d give that a go-
being as how I can be shellfish about digestive reneges (nut would likely be better than clam in ceviche).
And, mayhaps, this explains our toledo artifact–it was used to wrap dorado al carbon con papas fritas
And they could put everything on a red table we can get for free. And they could put everything on a red table we can get for free. And they could put everything on a red table we can get for free. And they could put everything on a red table we can get for free. And they could put everything on a red table we can get for free. And they could put everything on a red table we can get for free…and more, too many to list.
hey! this was supposed to go up there under TMs vintage cereal reference. oh well.
I see Jesus!
This must be the “shroud of Tribune”
Yup, this is indeed the Shroud of Tribune, the very shroud that bears the image of a dead, rotting fish that Jesus sent back to the kitchen because he had actually ordered chicken fingers.
And then in a fit of anger and embarrassment, Jesus did shout, “Lo, nevermore shall any chicken have fingers! For if the Son of God can have no chicken fingers, then neither shall any chicken!”
And thus were transformed all the hands of all the world’s chickens, into short and nearly useless wings.
And then did the Devil invent Buffalo-style hot sauce, for to anoint these brief and stumpy wings.
Go, Devil!
That’s sacralicious, Ike!
Why does Jesus start out by addressing me in this passage? I wasn’t even born then, much less his waitress at the chicken shack.
Methinks you have Lazarus syndrome, Lola.
Preach on, monk-man!
Let us all bow our heads and give thanks that we did not discover this treasure in our own homes…
*( Reverent pause)*
Bees be upon you. Go forth in snark.
You know, when I saw the title, I was almost intrigued. I love vintage newspapers from back in the day! They’re adorable and quaint!
Then I saw what he was selling.
It’s obvious that the paper was burned along the edge, and it looks to be starting to burn in the center…what the hell kind of newspaper doesn’t instantly ignite when a flame is held to it? Were they trying to “age” it? Because damn, I did a better job at making paper look aged when I was in 4th grade.
Me too arallyn! I used to collect them when I was a teenager (yeah, geek) and my favorite is a Civil War era New York Times. The classifieds are great. There are a lot of ads for “position wanted” posted by single ladies who can sew, cook, and mind children in exchange for room and board. There’s also an article about a “mysterious light” that lasted for several seconds in a small town. It is starred with a pencil. Fascinating!
We have some papers from when my dad was born, and some other important dates in my family’s life (like mine and my brother’s birthdays, weddings, etc)…I love the one from when my dad was born the most, though. It’s from a small town and the biggest story was about a dog that had 11 living puppies in a litter xD There were small stories about “more important” things like what was going on in Washington DC and the beginning of the civil rights movement, but the majority of the front page was about this “amazing bitch” hehehe
Old Sears’ Catalogues.Hilarious!
I have a few reprints from the ’70s, those things are a hoot. Hard drugs, including laudanum? Sure thing. Homicidial-maniac sized meat cleavers? That’ll be three cents, please. A “real” Stradivarius? For Five bucks that darling’s yours, complete with instruction book. My personal favorites – the electro-stimulation belts, “to soothe the nerves”. Given that they were worn around the waist and had a strategically placed “cup” on the front, I’ve a good guess what was meant to be “stimulated”.
I’ve often wondered how many men were rendered sterile because they electrocuted their junk.
Wait, weren’t those belts the ones marketed for women on Mad Men?
As for old Sears, Roebuck catalogues, my parents have a reprint from a 1902 one. I loved looking at it when I was a kid. Did you know you used to be able to order a house from them? It came in pieces (in crates) and was some assembly required.
As for the ’70s, this blogger has some of the best JC Penney catalogue commentary, ever.
http://15minutelunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/strap-in-shut-up-and-hold-on-were-going.html
and
http://15minutelunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-once-upon-time-i-found-this-catalog.html
and then
http://15minutelunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/electronics-and-exercise.html
Enjoy.
Lola, if you’re ever inclined to take a trip out to the island, I’m talking way out here, You can see the Macy’s Leisurama homes.
I only wish I had been alive to see the floor model that was on display in the store.
Colleen, I thought old papers were cool when I started that job, but now, even five years after leaving there, I LOVE them. So interesting.
The hell? I posted a comment about JC Penney catalogues according to a blog called “15 minute lunch” and it’s awaiting moderation? I think that’s the first time I’ve done that. Is it because it could be spam? It’s not like I dropped any f-bombs or referred to hawt sects.
If the link is really big (bigger than Taco’s Famous Link) or there is more than one, it sometimes get kicked to moderation. I’ve had it happen.
They’re pretty massive, and there are three. That’s probably it. Thanks.
I loved vienna sausages as a child, and now they make me gag. I don’t understand, I just know that’s how it is.
definitely the multiple links Lola, it happened to me once too.
Nice lack of information there, Sparky. If I wanted a nasty newspaper of indeterminate age covered in suspicious stains, I would go down to the park and offer a bum a sammich.
In fact, I suspect that’s where this “gem” cam from.
This Shroud of Toledo is priceless. I can see the perfectly preserved outline of the Mahi Mahi that was wrapped in it. Gives new meaning to the term “Jesus Fish”.
Apologies to HamCan for another shroud reference. My Reply window was left open too long and by the time I posted, well…. Happy Easter week!
Does Mahi Mahi burn paper? Because I may need to re-evaluate my diet if that’s the case… o-O
Only when the oil and scale residue are “old”….like 2,000 years old….or they’ve been placed there during the middle ages as some gigantic hoax. Feel free to pick your theory.
arallyn, are you implying that your stomach is made of paper or that you were planning on trying a vellum-crusted mahi mahi recipe? 🙂
Well, if the fish burns paper, there’s SOMETHING up with it! I would say I should cut it out of my diet, but I don’t eat fish in the first place 😛
Hmmm…vellum-crusted mahi mahi….sounds awful!
Don’t worry, in the Nordic countries, people regularly eat fish that has been soaked in lye, and most of them survive.
Jackie, I never want to talk about that family reunion again. My daughter can’t go anywhere near the fish department without an full-on lutefisk-induced therapy session.
Which is more disgusting, lutefisk or gefilte fish?
Discuss.
Lutefisk. I don’t think there’s a way to get the smell out of your body that doesn’t involve voodoo.
I’m not a big fan of monkfish (sorry Isaac).
Jerry: But that thing out there… is even more ugly than you.
Davidge: [sarcastic] Thank you.
Jerry: [grinning] You… are… welcome.
-Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine FTW, Mudsy! Both a great movie and an awesome short story.
I lurve that movie. I had read the story first so I had to see the movie and it’s one of my top 25.
No, the most disgusting fish is STILL the blob fish:
http://beachchairscientist.wordpress.com/2009/07/29/what-about-blob-fish/
)c:
I read the story first, too. I usually try to, it makes it better in some way. In this case I did not even know there was a movie until I found a copy in the discount DVD bin at the Big W. (I was 4 or 5 at the time it was made (*Google pause* I was 5.) ) Bought it, watched it, loved it!
SilvaNoir:
The blobfish may or not be related to Ziggy.
Now that was funny.
sarajean:
I didn’t see Enemy Mine until I came across it on TV one day. Kind of like A Boy and His Dog.
I have a friend who works on an Alaskan fishing boat and has a tattoo that says, “Seize The Carp’. I know. I would love to whack him too.
If we’re talking strange Northern European fish dishes, doesn’t fermented herring deserve an honourable (?) mention? It’s herring that has been, well, fermented. And smells awful. And according to some of my friends it also tastes awful (I never tried it myself, I’m not brave enough).
It looks like a blob of snot.
I saw on TV some special about some Nordic country where they catch these sharks, but they can’t eat them because of the high ammonia content or something, so they hang them up in sheds to “age” until the ammonia is at less than lethal levels. Supposedly they smell like urine. (Makes sense, all that ammonia.)
Hmmm…vellum-crusted mahi mahi….sounds awful!
Ok, mental image of
A, skipjack wrapped in linen drafting film (hmm, en papere could work)
B, innocent tuna afflicted of sheep hide before cooking (not quite so good)
Sarajean, we were just talking about the fermented shark “delicacy” here at work yesterday. I swear that’s from the category of Food Based On A Dare (other candidates: hundred-year eggs, haggis, vienna sausages).
I actually like vienna sausages, they remind me of my youth. I like to microwave them until the explode, or smear them cold on saltines.
That other stuff, yeah, that’s gross.
I have to admit to liking vienna sausages too. For similar reasons as Sarajean (although I’ve never put them on a cracker).
Actually, I found that if you take a can of these little
snot logssausages and microwave them in 1/4 cup of barbeque sauce, they are really good. I eat them with a few pieces of dark rye.Ok, I feel like I’m missing something as Wiki tells me that Vienna saussies are just what I think of as frankfurters, which are the least offensive cheap, meat-adjacent foodstuff I can think of.
My squick-inducing food is durian. *shudder* Oh, and apricots, for some reason.
They’re not quite like hot dogs, but like a little canned version of them. (Think two-inch Spam sausage, but with no casings) Very salty unless you wash off the congealed brine. I think the squick comes from the congealed brine (looks like clear jell-o tinted yellowish-brown) and the questionable origins of the meat-like substance they are made of.
Oh God. I asked, and yet now I realise I *really* didn’t want to know.
Actually, that reminds me of this:
http://foodnetworkhumor.com/2009/04/a-whole-chicken-in-a-can-yummo/
What is seen, etc…
there’s so much ick in this run of comments I many never eat again. But in keeping with the theme, all I can say is Black Pudding. Even the thought of that makes my skin crawl.
For the uninitiated, it’s basically congealed blood and fat in a sausage skin about 2 inches thick. I believe in some countries it’s known as Blood Sausage, despite the fact there’s no actual meat in it.
Eww
I remember something from a few years back, a vegetarian who made blood sausage from his own blood. He died of food poisoning because it was improperly cooked.
Maybe – not really sure. But I do know that paper beats rock and scissors beat paper, so Mahi-Mahi might burn paper.
And I don’t think you’re supposed to cut Mahi-Mahi with scissors…
Cleaver cuts mahi-mahi, and slices paper. Rock dents cleaver, and scissors take cleaver’s spot in the knife block.
Prob’ly best not to carp o’er much about piscenae common to Toledo
Oh..lets! Carp all diem and all nitiem if we want. El Greco would want us to!
Ok, you just earwormed Dirt Band and “Fishin’ in the Dark” . . .
Earworming is a risk you just have to take when coming here. It’s like chumming for shark.
But at least the floor it is on is clean and not scuffed. Nor are there any weird lotion bottles or scribbled out parts. I’ll give him credit for that.
The floor looks suspiciously “new” though, penguin. Hhhmmmmm. I smell a conspiracy theory.
Maybe when they were digging under the original floor to hide the body, they found a wad of stolen money wrapped in old newspapers. They finished burying the body, used the money to buy a new floor and then tried to figure out what to do with the old newspapers. They tried burning them but that didn’t work*. They didn’t want to throw them in the trash lest someone see them and the date and get suspicious. So they put it on CL thinking someone would come take them away and they would make some extra money.
*Don’t ask me why they didn’t burn. I’m still on my first cup of coffee.
I’m amazed you were able to David Caruso *sliding on sunglasses* that CS: Miami theory. That is some back story.
It comes from a few years of attempting NaNoWrimo with only one vague sentence to somehow expand into a “novel” of 50,000 words.
*Highfives Penguin*
You rock, penguin! Spread some of that NaNoWriMo (or “that writing thing she does” as I have heard my family refer to it) love around!
I have probably edited 50k words in a month (some of our manuals are over 1000 pages long), but I don’t think I could manage that much original composition, even in the form of technical documentation.
To be fair, most of what is produced during the ‘WriMo is not quality literature. (I would rather burn the three books I’ve written than torture someone with them. And it would be torture.)I guess the point is to do it, not how good the work is.
Please note that I said “novel” and not novel. Not only is 50k not enough words to really qualify as being an actual novel, the actual writing does not really qualify to be an actual novel. I can’t even stand reading what I wrote. I remember one year I got so annoyed with the characters that I brought in a snowstorm so they would shut up and go home.
I have a tendency to throw pirates in when I run low on words. And/or aliens. Sometimes alien pirates.
Pirates and aliens pop up in the damned places.
I have the Pirattitude handbook for such occasions. I recommend it to anyone awesome.
My wife’s Nano works have a different aim. To be an actual publishable novel.
Mine however are aimed at two very distinctive, unpublishable goals:
A) To write about something I’d never, ever write about normally (like this years planned project).
B) Get all the annoying, mary sue, cliché, self-in-book, melodramatic, angsty blobs of literary wreckage out of my head and contained safely in a tome of evil, never to be shown the light of day.
Of course, there are always exceptions to these not being publishable.
Also, while we’re on the subject of pirates:
Do you think the Good Ship Lollypop should be a pirate ship for my project this year? And if so, what crew of the damned could pilot the dread ship through the frosting ocean?
Saltwater taffy perhaps? Seafoam chocolates?
Oh! Pecan divinity!
I just like the idea of damned divinity. There’s just all kinds of subtext. Plus it melts if it gets wet.
Since all the Shroud of Turin jokes have been used (and fine ones they are) I will just point out that this looks nothing like a newspaper. At all. It looks more like the invisible man’s mask.
And is that a footie pajama foot peeping into the picture? Aw, Sparky wears cozy jammies.
[corey] I’m pretty sure that’s a foot with a sock on it peeking in there.
Sorry for understanding.
[/corey]
To me, it looks like someone’s been reading the “Daily Diaper” again, and his mother doesn’t like the smell.
(Seriously! Where do these Cougar Life ads come from!? My guess is the Not.A.Lion t-shirt ad on the side.)
I hate them too, and I’ve asked the ad provider to get rid of them. If they don’t, I’ll get rid of the ad provider.
Then who will we mock and ridicule?
Oh, right – the posters.
COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!
COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!
COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!
COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!
COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COOUGAR!COUGAR!
COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!COUGAR!
So… how much older does the woman have to be for her to be considered a cougar. Cause you know… my wife is older than me…
Am I living the cougar life and don’t know it?!
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!111!!!elebenty!massivelink!1!
(sing-song) Taco’s a boy-toy! Taco’s a boy-toy!
Yea, our Llamanun is wise and swift is her justice, may bees be upon her!
Nice new pic WR. I approve, and you know how important that is!*
*Not at all.
That’s a bad-ass bird. Silva did a good job on it.
I feel like a noob for asking, but do the hosts get paid for whever we clickety-click, or am I just looking through the CougarLife site for my own pleasure…I mean, for nothing?
You’re suffering for the site.
A little of column a, a little of column b – we get a pittance from views, and a slightly higher pittance from clicks.
thanks for clearing up my newb-ness. Now if you’ll excuse muah, I have mountain Not.A.Lions to hunt.
creeps off with safari hat and Birkenstocks with bad socks and an awesome moostache*
Dan: I thought you were supposed to have some of column A and try ALL of column B? (I’m in the mood to help you, dude…)
You ain’t never had a friend like me.
Great minds….
Funny; you don’t look like a genie, EB. That could explain the “Blue” part,though.
Shhhhh… Nobody’s supposed to know I escaped…. 😉
I got the Tiger Direct ad today, which I of course, corrected to Not.a.lion Direct. All snark aside, I clicked and they have some decent prices on electronics.
*So happy I’ve never seen the cougar life ads.
I see it’s open to the Politics section.
No wonder it’s covered in crap.
Look out, Future-HHNF doesn’t like political comments:
http://www.yousuckatcraigslist.com/?p=4288#comment-34597
Two things you should never talk about while with family or politicians:
Family
Politics
The third, of course, is religion.
Many an uncomfortable meal I have spent with the in-laws trying to pretend the topic didn’t come up.
And sex.
Non-specific-deity help you if that comes up.
How is that even a paper? Looks like a pillow to me. :::shudder::: A disturbingly disgusting pillowcase.
Pillow for sale! Discounted due to previous owner having slight drooling and hygiene problems. Barely used!
*ripped-off riff from Rick James*
CoreyTime!
I used to handle newspaper preservation. This is definitely an old newspaper, even if it does look more like part of a wasps’ nest. The fact that it is greyish and not deep sepia (except for that possibly Jesusy bit, but I’ll get to that later) means that it is linen-rag paper and not wood-pulp paper. Linen-rag paper, for those of you who are not stationery nerds like myself, feels a lot like paper money, particularly older paper money that isn’t so crisp but is soft and yet doesn’t tear too easily. The thing rag paper has going for it is that it doesn’t have lignin in it, which is in cellulose and is part of wood-pulp paper. Lignin is acidic, and the reason that old newspapers, books, etc. get brittle and eventually crumble if left in an environment conducive to this. Some books these days are printed on acid-free paper, which means they’re pulp paper but will degrade much more slowly.
Rag paper went out of use around the time of the (US) Civil War, so this is probably at least 150 years old. I like that they don’t give a date or any other information, like where it’s from or was found or anything like that. The tears on the right look like it might have been bound in a volume with some of its brethren at some point, and the marks and tears/bite marks/burnt spots on the opposite side and bottom may well be that – chewing by various assorted vermin, burning (I have never been able to experiment, but suspect that while rag will burn it will probably not flame up as immediately and actively as wood-pulp paper, hence the scorch rather than charcoal), although given what I’ve seen on old papers, it could be spilled ink (iron gall ink turns dark red-brown with time), some kind of grease, something you’d rather not guess at, or, yes, poodles, Roy’s Siamese, or a fish supper.
Even if it does appear to have bothered Dan with its probably sketchiness, I rather think this is kind of interesting and would be curious to see what they think is a good offer for it. Chances are they think it’s a fabulous and rare antique, which is probably only one-third correct – antique. It could be rare, it could be fabulous, but if they think some museum or library is going to shell out big bucks for it, they are sadly mistaken. Most institutions don’t have that kind of dosh, especially these days.
If anyone’s still reading this, thanks for letting me corey that up for you. I received some very bad news about a friend last night and I think my snark is in mourning, so this is the extent of my ability to contribute at the mo.
Corey out!
*music*
You forgot to apologize for understanding, Lola.
Sorry for not apologizing, TM.
CJ, you seem fine to me … and I’m glad you like the ‘splanation (suddenly, I feel like Desi Arnaz). I could have put in even more geeked-out details, but was beginning to bore my own self …
“Sorry for Not Apologizing” is going to be my band name of the day, even if no one else likes it.
I think Sorry for Not Apologizing would be more suitable as an album, or possibly a song title.
Orrrrrrrr…..it’s exactly what the rest of us think it is, last week’s news, once used for fish wrapping.
Corey on, though, dudette! I’m diggin’ the splanation you came up with…fascinating.
Live long and prosper…
Wow…I’ve got to get off the meds….or take more….
I find more is usually best
Filing this away for possible future NaNo use.
I may have a girl crush on Lola.
Who doesn’t?
*blushes and gets coat*
!
Well, those of us who aren’t girls don’t…
I can’t remember Lola, am I stalking you or SJ this week?
What?
*(checks calender)*
I think it’s Lola. I’ve got you penciled in for a restraining order in April.
Get in line, Colleen.
Get a room!
And a video camera!
And sound equipment! 8)
Sorry, I’ve got the carpal tunnel syndrome and it’s flaring up.
I hear Mudsy’s doing things with vintage Crisco, though…
Between this and the links to 15 Minute Lunch, I’m joining the Lola-crushing ranks… as long as we aren’t actually crushing her. I realize that was very much like my “prison raising” the other day.
I swear, what brain cells they didn’t leach out of me in utero and through breastfeeding, the toddlers are trying to kill with screaming.
The wasp nest it was a part of must have been a “square” wasp nest from a junk pile somewhere in Canada.
Thanks for sharing that wonderful piece of corey-laden prose Lola. Kinda takes the snark out of the peanut gallery today. May your mood be on the up rise.
*loaves and fishes for the masses*
Thanks, mudsy. Please continue snarking, because, frankly, it’s entirely possible that the thing is from last week and has been used by the incontinent – on the other hand, maybe it is a religious relic.* This IS Craigslist, after all!
My mood’s better, thank you, if for no other reason than I’m not the one who’s a widow with young teens today. If there’s one thing that puts possible unemployment into perspective for me, it’s that.
*Some people will venerate anything. Me, I think this is a Small Gods situation.
Sorry about the downer part, there. I’m still terribly stunned and trying to process.
{{{Lola}}} I sowwy…
Bad things can’t happen to people here. They shouldn’t. It’s against nature for bad things to happen to awesome people.
Lola, we are your friends, we care about you, and please don’t ever hesitate to come here for comfort and sympathy and hand holding. I do. Through possible evictions, loss of power, no phone, all of the things I faced in the last month, this was my refuge and my release.
When it comes down to it, no, I don’t have much disposable income, but I have my husband alive and with me. Without even knowing the situation, I can feel sympathy for your friend, and send the best of my thoughts and prayers to you for her.
{{{Lola}}}
{[(♥)]}
You and your friend’s family will be in my prayers, Lo. I’m sure I’m not the only one.
Wow, you guys are really nice. This isn’t even me that it happened to directly, so I feel a little strange for the sympathy, but thank you.
I had a very good friend in college who I lost touch with approximately 2001 or 02. Another friend and I finally tracked her down on Facebook a couple of months ago, and lo there was much rejoicing through the land. Trips began to be planned, birthday presents were exchanged, children’s growth was exclaimed over. We all chatted every day or nearly so.
Yesterday her husband was killed in a recreational accident. Her daughter, 12 or 13, was with him but uninjured and did not see it happen. My friend is now a widow at 40, with her daughter and son, who is 14. Things had been rather rocky between her and her husband, but they were beginning to turn around and were making plans to build a new house and maybe take a cruise.
The day before I had been whinging to her because my email and Facebook had been hacked and I was having trouble communicating with people, and my transit pass and Ray-Bans were stolen. I’m now grateful those are the only things I have to complain about, and they are minor annoyances.
This is a person whose life is like a novel, except you’d not believe that all of these things could happen to one person (maybe a John Irving novel). She was molested and abused by her father when she was in grade school, and it went on for almost 10 years before she could tell someone and be taken into care. She dropped out of high school when she got pregnant. He left her for her sister. She got her GED and was waitressing when she met her second husband, and though they could fight like cats and dogs, and they fought about him hurting himself in winter recreation (it had happened before), he also supported her through college and helped her make a home for their children; they made the family that she didn’t have as a child. I cannot imagine the depth of her loss. I hurt because she is an old friend who hurts, and she hurts like never before, which, considering her experience, is saying something. I can’t go cross-country to see her, but our mutual friends are there.
I’m sorry to go so OT. I appreciate being able to say this. I am at work and exhausted from late-night and early-morning calls. Circumstances are letting me do enough work at my own pace, and I’m holding together.
Thanks.
I’m really sorry to hear that, Lola. I echo the sentiments above, your friend’s family will be in my thoughts.
Lo, go OT all you want; how else can we help heal you with snark, especially, considered, erudite, even quasi-sapient snark?
Via author Spider Robinson: Shared joy is increased; shared miseries are decreased. Some veritas there, even if shallow waters.
I’m with you on feeling a bit snark-less Lola., as most will no doubt have noticed I’ve been a bit on the quiet side recently.
This is due partly to an aunt of my passing away last Saturday, and also partly due to my general state of gloom that always descends around my birthday.
I’m here reading though, every day, even if I don’t say much. As I think you’ve pointed out yourself once or twice before, this place is one of the things that’s helps us stay sane (ish)
Thanks again, guys. If I tell her you are sending your sympathy, I think she might actually be amused; she doesn’t come here, but she would totally get it if she did.
And I’m sorry to hear about your aunt, dev. I’ve had a couple I don’t miss (they were related by marriage, and are now not related, by divorce) but all the others …
Thanks Lola,
She was an aunt by marriage actually, and I hadn’t seen her for some time to be honest as we lived a fair distance apart, so most of my memories of her are childhood ones, but still…..
My thoughts with both you – losses like that do have a way of zinging things back into perspective, although I wish it didn’t have to be that way.
It’s conversations like this that make this site a community. The snarkiness is a lot of fun, sure, but when we go OT and we’re real with each other it makes this place feel like a community. Snarkiness that can be put aside for some real connection – that’s rare.
OK, don’t know why I’m all sappy today. There’s nothin’ extra in my coffee this morning.
That looks like the Constitution after I finished up with it. Heh, heh, heh…
You gonna finish that kitten?
W, that is NOT the way to do cat math.
Yay, let’s turn YSaC into a political rant! Woohoo!
Damn those Loyalists and their monarchist ways!
Curse the Whigs and their… er… whatever Whigs have! Wigs, maybe!
Damn those socialists and their crazy sex parties.
They never invite me.
Those damn Whips! I either want to snort their nitrous oxide, or give them 39 lashes.
Happy Easter!
Yeah! Stoopid ‘muricans!
…oh…wait…*hangs head in shame*
Just tell everyone you’re a Canadian. They’re like Americans, but have funny-looking money.
Damn those Tea Baggers and their cozy pots of tea! *crickets* What?
Bacontini very flattered dat you would make reference to his tiny, yet potent tea bags.
You know we can’t get enough of your teabags. They’re so tasty.
Is this really Bacontini, or is it his evil mocktail-version, Bacon*tea*ni???
*Pulls the pin on his Comic Sans grenade and chucks it into the forums*
Viva la revelutionasitude!
*BAMF!*
Comic Sans, man? That’s just…
It’s just…
Inhumane, is what it is.
Taco, I’m generally kind of lefty but I will not tolerate your actions against the fontoisie! Down with the Comic Sansculottes!
[cv-corey]Having grown up in a family that relished history, and the way it gives context, I have an understandable reverence for found, for preserved, bits of history.
However, having been a remodeler for too long, one gets inured to the sight of tattered newsprint abandoned and forgotten. You pull up a floor and find an old newspaper, that can be interesting. You pull up the floor, and Sparky had used a weeks-worth instead of buying builder’s felt, and it becomes annoyance.
So, the context matters. Century-old classifieds will need some interest, as will “breaking news” lest it be on the latest theory being that the earth is banana-shaped.
Ugh. Fighting moth-scale newsprint out of a customer’s house and into a 20-yard dumpster brings back both a twitch and an itch.
[/cv-corey]
Are you sure it’s not banana-shaped? That has a certain appeal.
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana Earth!
I lived in a place where, as we learned when the upstairs neighbor’s toilet tank broke and flooded and made part of my living room ceiling fall down, the ceiling lath was plastered with plaster mixed with hair, probably horsehair, for insulation. Does 125 year-old horse hair smell funky when it gets wet and falls down onto your floor while you’re away at work? Sure does!
And then there was the newspaper “insulation” in the closed-off fireplaces. Pretty much everyone who looked at it said the same thing: “That can’t be up to code.”
A fireplace. Insulated with newspaper. Suddenly I’m glad I no longer live in a house that’s over a century old.
I do have a bedstead that’s roughly that old, but it’s solid wood. No newspapers.
They were disused (one apartment in the brownstone had its fireplace turned into a cabinet with shelving inside, which was rather cool) and the chimney was blocked, so the yellow, crumbling paper was not supposed to be protective against anything but a leaky chimney. It still can’t have been legal, though!
Lola, you have got to write a book someday. From crazy employees that talk to their cats on the phone, to smelly horsehair deposits in your living room…gurrrlll you got it goin’ on!
Maybe I’ll do NaMoWriMo and discuss various workplace and home adventures in a roman a clef. That wasn’t the only time my ceiling has fallen in. In a completely different apartment (the one I’m in now) the guy upstairs has, for various reasons including broken plumbing, flooded my apartment FIVE times. Once the hallway ceiling fell in, and once my bathroom was raining. I woke up that time because the cat was crouched on my chest and had his face very close to mine, in an expression that might have been saying, “Human? Human? Wake up. It’s not supposed to be raining indoors, is it? Is it? Wake up, human!”
Oh and the cat-phoning girl? We fired her because she came back from her break ranting about how “You’re all in on it together!” because someone had made her trip while she was out of the office, which caused her to storm out again after making specific personal accusations (not her first scary tantrum). Once we got her story out of her, we learned that she had tripped over a blind person’s white cane and firmly believed they had done it to her on purpose. And that we were in on it. I didn’t ask how.
Lola, as a KBG agemt you have to expect a certain level of paranoia around you.
“That can’t be up to code.”
And, in the days long before Mike Holmes had a show on tv, it was sore difficult to convince people that we just can’t “cover that up.”
Or, that one “not to code” often leads to another, which greases the project scope with both current and vintage shortening, and that the budget will become rather like old cereal, only covered in bees, too . . .
While I was out, i drove by one of my old project houses, short-clutched my puir noggin to cipher that 1980 was 30 years ago.
sarajean, I am pleased as punch to give you the first, Silva Noir created avatar punch, and the last one of the first quarter of 2010. How does it feel to be the recipient of such an honor?
I had wondered if that was an original Silva avatar. Very nice.
I think though, that SN may have created a dangerous new demand on her artistic skills.
Not to make anyone feel left out, but…
Windrose gets a special drawing because she makes the extra effort to keep track of birthdays and congratulate people for the comments of the day.
I’m not doing free icons for everyone. Again, no offense meant. ^_^;
None taken, sweetie. She deserves something nice for the extra work she does.
(And it is quite nice. Looks just like I pictured her, just in bird form.)
Is it okay for me to have a “woo-hoo!” moment because I came up with the idea?
Go for it, Christina! Woo-hooing is free!
I think Silva’s logic is perfectly fine. Windrose is the designated puncher and birthday maven, so an indication of rank seems appropriate.
I don’t think anyone is offended. Windrose is special, and she makes all the newbies feel special and loved and keeps a good sense of humor even when life generally sucks for her. We’re proud of your awesome status, Windrose, and silva is equally cool for acknowledging it.
We all know it was a special treat given to a special lady.:)
And may I just say, Windrose, you are one badass bird with them shades and knuckles!
I’m all a-tingle! 🙂 (Could be this bottle of expired meds I found though. Is everything suppose to smell purple?)
Be gentle,my bruises from last time just healed.
Will you be using the “WIND” or the “ROSE”?
Yes. *PUNCH*
You’d have to be offer your rocker not to make an offer on this.
Consequently, here’s mine. I will offer you a piece of creative writing I did about an area rug/carpet.
No?
Damn. I was really hoping to get this old newspaper. It looks like it would be good for wrapping up used oil filters, and for filling trash cans. Please reconsider, because my oil filter is uncovered and my trash can is woefully empty.
I’ll trade this letter I wrote for someone, he was going to send it to an ethics board but I never gave it to him.
His check bounced.
The ads are getting odd again, right now I have one proudly proclaiming that I can “Meet local golfers”
What?
Well, in love and in golf, there’s nothing worse than an overlong drive…
*crickets chirrup*
that’s a very cruel thing to do to a person with a mouth full of wine you know.
Vodka clears the sinuses quite well, for one with a sinus infection. also helps clear monitors of sticky sandwich bits from earlier posts erm, sneezes.
I wouldn’t know…..just and interesting (useless) bit of trivia.
That appears to be the Shroud of Turin.
Off to bid.
Yours in Love,
Denny DelVecchio
yournewbadhabit.blogspot.com
Well spotted. I was going to visit your site, but now I won’t since you used YSaC that way. Your kind ain’t welcome here. *spits on your shoe*
HellHath…
I haven’t worn proper shoes in over 18 months.
As for my transgression, I won’t deny it since I’m almost always guilty of what’s charged. But I’m a simple kind, who just traded his beeper for an AOL account in January (40 free hours)!
No hard feelings to you or this worthy website.
Yours in Love,
Denny DelVecchio
thisisthenameofmyblogbecauseithoughtyouweresupposedtolistthenameofyourblogwhenpostinonotherpeoplesblogs.blogspot.com
Denny;
We’re happy to have you participate, and even to pimp your blog on the site — we’ve all been there.
Just don’t make it TOO blatant, okay? That’s kind of slimy.
Anyway, welcome. Please feel free to comment, as long as you’re on topic and relevant, and you stop breaking my style sheet with stupidly long fake blog names. Deal? 😉
Edited to add: Oh, by the way, my spam filter is going to catch most of your posts because of the link. Smooches.
That’s a deal, my friend. And sorry about the style sheet. On the bright side, I know what a style sheet is now.
Blog pimpin’ aside, this is the kind of place I’d be even if I didn’t have a site. You’ve done good and then some.
Yours in Love,
Denny DelVecchio
Sounds like all is cool now. Welcome!
Thanks, Lola.
Denny DelVecchio