E. Duane Howard:

 

Joe, I have AOL

Joe Campbell:

Dude, trying to get me on coprophemia is, like, totally insulting.

Get you???? Who would pretend slide one by the Minister of Obscurity. (MOO) Never in a thousand years. Just trying to get up to speed in the world of rarely used words, well, by most of us anyway.

By the way, do you remember the "Kingdom of MOO?"

Nick

Nick Prout:

By the way, do you remember the "Kingdom of MOO?"

E. Duane Howard:

 And as you all may have seen on the news this evening, all the companies that received billions in bail out money and once again wanting to dish out huge bonus........And someone said to me early, "I need to cut Obama some slack"  He can have all the slack he wants for at the rate things are going there won't be anything left, even for his lavish White House Parties....Angry.......U betcha !

 Hey Duane,

Did you catch the news today where Obama's Committee Chairman has told the bail-out guys they are going to have to cut their proposed executive cash payouts for salary and bonuses by an average of 90%? He must have been listening to us.

Now if we can get Congress to do something about the other Robber Barons who are not on the bail-out dole, we can get our economy back on track. Instead of stuffing their secret Swiss bank accounts with their wildly excessive comp packages, they should be using most of that money to upgrade the corporations they supposedly work for so that they can compete globally.

Norb

Nick Prout:

Joe Campbell:

Dude, trying to get me on coprophemia is, like, totally insulting.

 

 

Get you???? Who would pretend slide one by the Minister of Obscurity. (MOO) Never in a thousand years. Just trying to get up to speed in the world of rarely used words, well, by most of us anyway.

By the way, do you remember the "Kingdom of MOO?"

Nick

The copro root (Greek) is everywhere.  Ever wonder how archeologists know the diet of extinct speices?  Answer: coprolites.  What's the behavior when your dog snacks out of the kitty's litter box?  Answer: coprophagia. Etc, etc.etc.

I recall that the Kindom of MOO was from a comic strip I read as a kid, but I have a very poor memory of stuff like that.

E. Duane Howard:

 

Norb,

Yes, I did see and hear that......But, don't some of these guys make millions a year as it is?   Where would they and their companies be were it not for the billions they got in bail outs.  Do they even need 10% given how us common folks are in such dire straits?

P.S.  Thank you kind sir for posting in a font size that is comfortable to read !

Duane

Bush, Bernanke , and Obama agreed that, even though those outfits largely contributed to causing the problem, and it was distasteful to have to help them, we needed to bail them out to keep our financial system from collapsing into a 1929 scenario. I happen to agree with that. But, we couldn't expect them to stay on and work for nothing, so we needed to find an equitable amount. According to what I recall hearing on PRI today, I think they said the recommended average pay would be around $450,000 (subject to appeal) -- big money to us, but peanuts for running multi-billion dollar outfits.

I have to be careful on font size. When I get into one of my long winded rants, I could take up several VoV pages.

Norb

 I DO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE SAYING AND NO ARGUMENT AT THIS POINT, THANKS FOR YOUR INPUT, AND DON'T HISITATE TO GO A FONT OR SO SMALLER, LOL....

Gibson Brown:

Keep your eye on the ball, and swing it like you mean it.

 Gip,

If you haven't seen it in USA Today or heard it on NPR, you should be made aware that they opened a golf course today for long-hitters like you.

It's Nullarbor Links in the outback of southern Australia, and it's 848 miles from the first tee to the 18th hole -- through two time zones.. But that's not all playable terrain, you have to drive from the green of one hole to the tee of the next; maybe 50 miles or so. It's cheap too, only 50 bucks for a card -- but no carts; you provide your own Land Rover. Check it out at nullarbor.com, or Google "Nullarbor Links" or, "world's longest golf course."

The individual holes aren't that terribly long, but on the 588 yard, par 5, Dingo's Den, Hole #5, you've got to make sure those wild dogs don't steal your ball, and on the 569 yard Wombat Hole, Hole #4, you have to contend with the world's largest collection of hairy-nosed wombats.

Norb

Norb..."It's Nullarbor Links in the outback of southern Australia, and it's 848 miles from the first tee to the 18th hole -- through two time zones...The individual holes aren't that terribly long, but on the 588 yard, par 5, Dingo's Den, Hole #5, you've got to make sure those wild dogs don't steal your ball, and on the 569 yard Wombat Hole, Hole #4, you have to contend with the world's largest collection of hairy-nosed wombats."

Norb, thanks for the heads-up, I could use a little room for error some days more than others. I play weekly with my hairy-nosed wombat friends, and they often call me worse than that when I sail one past their drive toward the par 4 hole. I enjoy fake complaining when I hit it 350+ and down the middle, as if I can't believe I hit it 3' right or left of exact center. I can't really repeat their kind remarks here, but maybe you can imagine their choice of seldom used slang words.

 I have switched to tennis mode since the end of the golf season, teaching tennis, and playing to stay in shape. I have two blue chip player prospects from this very panel I'm working with. Luanne and Deb not only have mastered the writing game, but they both have a boat load of talent on a tennis court. Buy stock now, before they start winning tournaments and the price soars. They are awesome student's, and I'm expecting huge things from both by spring. I admire their commitment to being healthy, and not just saying they wish they were doing something to become more fit. I'm bringing out the "ball machine" aka "The Beast" next week, and I will probably hear a few more slang words...said with class of course. Thanks again for the golf course from Hades update. I'll check it out. Gip

Bob..."My vision isn't all that great and I can read it from 5 feet away."

Dr. Ricky..."You must have very long arms."

Bob..."LOL Ricky,  My arms are normal but my mouse has no tail. (wireless)"

When Bob and Dr. Ricky get together, it's a little bit like a Smothers Brothers comedy show flashback. At no cost to you, the reader, is the fortunate part. I appreciate the cheap entertainment. Gip

Since it's Friday, I'm fighting the urge to reply to the excited and gleeful posts gushing about the cutting of the executives' salaries, but I'd like to pose another question while we're all waiting for Luanne to pick another question out of her topic jar.  Joe will know the answer to this if he's listening.

Everyone is wringing their hands about the depletion of the world's carbon-based energy reserves, but I've been thinking a lot about hybirds lately.  There's enough coal, oil, gas, etc. for us and many generations after us, but I think it's prudent for us to think beyond that if we're going to avoid extinction of our species and prove the tenets of evolution.  I think one possible answer is hybirds.  If we can gather sufficient numbers of hybirds and teach our children to do likewise, we may be able to start a process that will keep our descendants swimming in fossil fuels (so to speak).

I've been told that gasoline is little more than a big bunch of living creatures that died and got deposited somehow beneath the earth where the weight of all that dirt mashed them together with such force that all their carbon atoms got combined with their hydrogen atoms in proportions that were conducive to being set afire.  (Some hillbilly types may say, "set afar," but that's not germane to our discussion here.)  So anyway, my idea is that we sort of get ahead of the game by digging a lot of holes and filling them with hybirds.  Then we bulldoze the dirt back over the hybirds and mark the location so our descendants will know where to find them, and after that we can all sit back and bask in the glow of being the generation that saved America's motoring obsession.   

Some of you may be worrying that there aren't enough hybirds in existence for this project, but remember that the project is long-term.  We're sacrificing the hybirds now so that our great-times-twenty grandchildren can enjoy the exhilarating experience of driving onto the interstate highway knowing that they can drive and drive until the cold hand of death pulls their fingers loose from their steering wheels.  And it's all because we forward-thinking people began the process of burying hybirds during the Obama segment of the twenty-first century.  I don't know about the rest of you guys but I'm getting a little emotional here.

Let's see -- I was going to pose a question.  Hmmm.... Okay, I've got it:  Why don't we do something useful with those hybirds?

"What I look forward to is continued immaturity, followed by death."  Dave Barry

Gibson Brown:

When Bob and Dr. Ricky get together, it's a little bit like a Smother's Brothers comedy show flashback.

Speaking of the Smothers Brothers, I was able to enjoy them during the sixties because I was young and liberal during those days.  Almost all young people are liberals, probably because it's "cool" to be liberal during high school and college.  It's only after we start paying our own way that we begin to wise up. 

Ricky:

Yikes! Sure sounds a lot like "socialized medicine" to me.