Random Thoughts!!!

[dshans]

Actually, I think with his hands so close to the center's backside, I'm thinking hepatitis is a much more worrisome disease possibility with licking his fingers. There are a myriad of other diseases that can be transmitted through fecal-oral contact as well. He could actually just mount some sort of Purell dispenser on the back of Olsen. Perferably something motion activated so he doesn't actually have to touch anything.

You're dangerously close to a roughing the center call, mi amigo!

I like the idea of a Center, butt-mounted Purell dispenser. Maybe a volume/cadence specific trigger for release. No need to slime up Olsen's ass needlessly in a shotgun formation.

We need to get together (with Domer patent lawyers, design engineers, marketing gurus, investment bankers and Johnson & Johnson representatives included) to chat.

 

[johnnykillz]

You guys should repent...

Twelve "Our Fathers" and six "Hail Mary's" is on the menu.

 

[BGIF]

... He could actually just mount some sort of Purell dispenser on the back of Olsen. ...

Does it come with Stick'em for the recievers?

 

[BGIF]

random thought to toss in here. USC has never had to deal with FLOYD... last year and this season he was hurt for the SC game...

Hadn't thought of that. Bet none of the announcers nor the haters do either.

 

[dshans]

Does it come with Stick'em for the recievers?

"I" before "E," EXCEPT after "C" ... et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

An admiring, Irish putz, yutz and kneverdoomer.

 

[johnnykillz]

"I" before "E," EXCEPT after "C" ... et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

An admiring, Irish putz, yutz and kneverdoomer.

Of course there are exceptions to every rule. Here are a few which don't meet that criteria:
beige, cleidoic, codeine, conscience, deify, deity, deign, dreidel, eider, eight, either, feign, feint, feisty, foreign, forfeit, freight, gleization, gneiss, greige, greisen, heifer, heigh-ho, height, heinous, heir, heist, leitmotiv, neigh, neighbor, neither, peignoir, prescient, rein, science, seiche, seidel, seine, seismic, seize, sheik, society, sovereign, surfeit, teiid, veil, vein, weight, weir, weird

 

[BGIF]

"I" before "E," EXCEPT after "C" ... et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

An admiring, Irish putz, yutz and kneverdoomer.

Mea maxima culpa!

I typed "reciever" and noticed the incorrect spelling before I submitted the post. So I "corrected" it to the same wrong spelling.

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

 

[BGIF]

Of course there are exceptions to every rule. Here are a few which don't meet that criteria:
beige, cleidoic, codeine, conscience, deify, deity, deign, dreidel, eider, eight, either, feign, feint, feisty, foreign, forfeit, freight, gleization, gneiss, greige, greisen, heifer, heigh-ho, height, heinous, heir, heist, leitmotiv, neigh, neighbor, neither, peignoir, prescient, rein, science, seiche, seidel, seine, seismic, seize, sheik, society, sovereign, surfeit, teiid, veil, vein, weight, weir, weird

Which is why the British Government, early this year, advised primary school teachers to stop teaching the rule.

 

[NeuteredDoomer]

I'm more concerned that he's going to catch Swine Flu from licking his fingers before every snap after handling a filthy pigskin. I don't think wiping the ball with Purell between plays is current protocol.

Here are the things I've noticed this year that make me smile about, and for Clausen (amidst the grimaces over defensive lapses and near myocardial infarctions in closing minutes):

1 – He's no longer a juvenile, pompous, limo-driven putz. Reality left a mark and toughened him.
2 – He's getting better protection from the Oline.
1(a) He now has time to survey the field and find the best receiver on any given play.
1(b) Much less need for him to simply "lock on" to the primary receiver specified in the play called.
1(c) Willingness and ability to scramble and laser a pass to a scrambling second or third receiver.
2 – He and Charlie are both much more confident in his choices and abilities.
2(a) Plays called have expanded from simple survival to exciting expectation.
2(b) Mr. Clausen has shown he's equal to the task Coach Weis has given him. In spades.

The receiving corps, even without Floyd, with JC pulling the trigger is potent. Pick your poison.

The running game is looking good. Personnel and schemes have it a fully loaded Colt revolver rather than a single shot Derringer. Will Hughes be our next .45 Magnum back?

All I want for St. Ignatius of Antioch's Feast Day is a well conceived and coached defensive scheme with well chosen, talented and spirited players. Irish Wolfhounds willing and able to shove a poodle up Traveler's ass and reveal the eunuchs beneath those chichi leather studded skirts.

Way too funny a thread now. Was that APA or MLA format? Too damn funny, but good points. Those shoes though, with those pants...

 

[ARALOU]

Since we are on the grammar band wagon. Is it proper to say ”a” cactus or should you say cacti?

 

[NeuteredDoomer]

OK look, my evil twin. I did things. Bad things. yada yada...

 

[dshans]

Mea maxima culpa! The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

I thought about having "Mea Maxima Culpa" [Times New Roman font, of course] tattooed on my stomach to save time with my (now ex) wife ten years in. I'm glad my aversion to pain and permanent scarring won the day – she wouldn't have seen it anyway, since by then I apparently was "no longer communicating effectively." Fill in whatever blanks you chose with whatever you chose.

Life goes on. Shit and balky keyboards happen.

Flesh withers with the years but the spirit remains steadfast.

Keep up the good work. You're one swell fella, comrade.

 

[NeuteredDoomer]

You wear funny colored shoes. And ugly pants.

 

[dshans]

Since we are on the grammar band wagon. Is it proper to say ”a” cactus or should you say cacti?

"A", as well as "An" refer to the singular. "Cacti" is the plural for "cactus." You take it from here. It's late and I've more than my recommended daily amount of Burgundy "heart medicine."

 

[BGIF]

Since we are on the grammar band wagon. Is it proper to say ”a” cactus or should you say cacti?

More germane to nature of this board the plural of stadium should be stadia.

It's what happens when Latin rules of grammar are applied to Greek root words spoken by people of Anglo-Saxon descent whose Official Language was French.

To hell with the naturalization process, any immigrant who can figure out how to pronounce the "w" in "one" while not pronouncing the "w" in "two" should get automatic citizenship and a seat in Congress.

 

[BGIF]

... "Cacti" is the plural for "cactus." ...

Blue collar cactuses of the world groan at the pseudopatrician Blue Agave referring to themselves as Cacti to justify their inflated price. After all, agave isn't a cactus unless you're a Jose Cuervo salesman.

 

[dshans]

Of course there are exceptions to every rule. Here are a few which don't meet that criteria:
beige, cleidoic, codeine, ... blah ... freight, gleization, gneiss, greige, greisen, heifer, heigh-ho ... yadda ... leitmotiv ... yawn ... peignoir, prescient, rein, science ... yabba ... seiche, seidel, seine, seismic ... dabba ... surfeit, teiid, veil, vein ... doo ... weight, weir, weird

Sheesh! What? Nary an "A" or a "Z" word that killz my gibe?

I'd bet that I wouldn't be challenged as Grand Insufferable Grammarian and Spelling Pissant on a Michigan or USC board. Especially after an initial volley. I doubt the habitues would be adequately sentient.

Bring it on, Johnny, m'lad! The game is afoot!

 

[dshans]

You guys should repent...

Twelve "Our Fathers" and six "Hail Mary's" is on the menu.

Pshaw! That's it? That's the currently prescribed penance to atone for such heinous transgressions? The Church HAS gone all wishy-washy since I was an altar boy wannabe (Dad put the kibosh on the idea - we lived two blocks from the church and he didn't want to be awakened by a phone call at 5:45 on a Sunday morning when some other holy schmuck didn't show for the 6 AM Mass) oh so may years ago.

Can I order three Stations of the Cross on my knees (on splintered wood or an unpolished granite floor) "off the menu?"

 

[BGIF]

... Can I order three Stations of the Cross on my knees (on splintered wood or an unpolished granite floor) "off the menu?"

Would Sister Superior allow anything less, except maybe knee length pants?


cue neuteredDoomer

 

[dshans]

Blue collar cactuses of the world groan at the pseudopatrician Blue Agave referring to themselves as Cacti to justify their inflated price. After all, agave isn't a cactus unless you're a Jose Cuervo salesman.

I'll drink to that ... salt, no lime. Pollo mole as a chaser, por favor.

Nicely put, I think. Let me run it by my knattering knabobs. I'll have to get back to you.

 

[NeuteredDoomer]

I like boobies.

 

[GO IRISH!!!]

You're dangerously close to a roughing the center call, mi amigo!

I like the idea of a Center, butt-mounted Purell dispenser. Maybe a volume/cadence specific trigger for release. No need to slime up Olsen's ass needlessly in a shotgun formation.

We need to get together (with Domer patent lawyers, design engineers, marketing gurus, investment bankers and Johnson & Johnson representatives included) to chat.

I think we would have a huge opportunity there. The possibilities are endless. We could even expand the product mix to include butt mounted air fresheners on the guards.

Does it come with Stick'em for the recievers?

Please don't ever, and I mean EVER, use the words "come" and "Stick'em" in the same sentence. Although, if it helps our receivers catch the ball...nah, they would be way too lethargic to run very fast after the "application".

 

[dshans]

Would Sister Superior allow anything less, except maybe knee length pants?
cue neuteredDoomer

That would be MOTHER Superior to you, fella. Show some respect! Besides, assigning penance wasn't/isn't woman's work. That is a chore for the Priest du jour who pulls booth duty. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been one day since my last digression ..."

Those knee length pants were called Bermuda shorts in my day.

I admit that I was in awe, and more than a little cowed, by those ruler wielding women in their burkas. And occasionally bruised. I went to grade school and high school in Florida. It couldn't have been easy for them - no air conditioning in those days.

Then there were all the pins that were part of their habits. They seemed to be able to pull out a limitless number of them in the course of a day to deal with buttons popped off during a touch football game at recess or to temporarily re-hem a girl's skirt that had snagged on one thing or another --- and no part of the habit ever fell off! [Which was a real shame in Sister Edward Joseph's case – the sixth grade me ached to see more of her than her eyes, nose and mouth. She was HOT! I think.]

Why bring that teat loving faux fawn into this? He'll only klaim that I've got khaki and krimson klothes in my now kompleted kloset.

 

[BGIF]

That would be MOTHER Superior to you, fella. Show some respect! Besides, assigning penance wasn't/isn't woman's work. That is a chore for the Priest du jour who pulls booth duty. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been one day since my last digression ..."

My parents had Sisters of Charity and I believe Mother Superior was the apppropriate appellation in that setting. My school was taught by Filippi nuns and Sister SUPERIOR Angelina Del Corso was The Boss, long before Springsteen or Steinbrenner. Steinbrenner is a sissy next to Sister Superior.

Those knee length pants were called Bermuda shorts in my day.

Knee length, aka short pants were de rigueur for kindergarten boys. First graders wore long pants, thank you. Bermudas were wore by Bermudaian Bankers and tourists.

Our priests were Diocesan. They heard Confessions and issued the Penance. The Sisters administered it. I remember on more than one ocassion being chastised for "leaving the pew too soon after leaving the confessional".

One such encounter went like this. "Master BGIF, just where do you think you are going? For as long as you were in there with Father relating your trangressions you can't possibly be done saying your Penance so soon." I assured her I was. She was buying it. So I repeated by penance, (3, 3, and 3) aloud in her presence. With her mouth agape she took me by an ear (to this day, one is longer) and marched me back to the penalty box. She knocked on the door interrupting the poor kid in mid confession and announced to Father that I had omitted a sin and it was imperative that I confess it immediately. I was puzzled as to the nature of my unconfessed sin that had me on the brink of eteranl damnation. He gave her leave of his confessional and after she stepped out, he asked what had happened in the 3 or 4 minutes since my last confession. I filled him on Sister's Inquisition sparing no detail as I was at a complete loss for the nature of my peccadillo. He told me to ask her back in. When she was in he asked her for the specifics that warranted my revisit (rousting a kid that was sure she was going to hell for an incomplete confession). With clenched teeth, she asked him (in his confessional, mind you) "Have you heard his penance?" He calmly replied, "No, I did not, that part is customarily done privately between pentitant and God." She advised him to have me give him a sample recitation of my penance. I got about as far as, "on Earth as it is in Heaven" when she blurted out, "He's a speed pray-er!"

There was silence on the other side of the screen. Then he asked her to leave so he could confer with the penitent within the confidentiality of the confessional. When she withdrew, he leaned toward me and in a low but solemn voice reminded me that what transpired in the confessional was between me, him and God. Sister was not part of the equation. I didn't have a clue what equation meant. Anyway he told me to go back outside, kneel in a pew, count to 100, then leave. "No prayers," I timidly asked. "No, I'm sure you send them before. In the future try and keep it under 25 miles per hour and if any sister asks for details, your say, "Father says Confession is confidential. If you have any questions you're supposed to ask him."

My first turf war and I was a pawn, once a pawn always a pawn.

I admit that I was in awe, and more than a little cowed, by those ruler wielding women in their burkas. And occasionally bruised. I went to grade school and high school in Florida. It couldn't have been easy for them - no air conditioning in those days.

Then there were all the pins that were part of their habits. They seemed to be able to pull out a limitless number of them in the course of a day to deal with buttons popped off during a touch football game at recess or to temporarily re-hem a girl's skirt that had snagged on one thing or another --- and no part of the habit ever fell off! [Which was a real shame in Sister Edward Joseph's case – the sixth grade me ached to see more of her than her eyes, nose and mouth. She was HOT! I think.]

The nuns initiated the term, "SHOCK AND AWE". Had they been at abu ghraib those insurgents would have been running in tears from these 72 year old virgins. I suspect looking back that they were all Republicans, spare the rod spoil the child, compassionate conservatives. And yes, they had an endless supply of pins, straight pins, safety pins, hair pins, whatever was needed for the task.

I was schooled in a milder clime than you so air conditioning wasn't a thought. Although now I wonder how they kept their sanity through hot flashes in burkas! Aside fom their hands (from the wrist to fingertips) there was probably only about about 20 square inches (roughly 4 by 5) of flesh (facial) exposed to air and ambient conditions.

I never, never thought of a nun as hot, except when she was breathing down my back after silently sneaking up. The Air Force could have had steal aircraft decades soone if they conferred with the nuns about technique.

Now Amelia Gamberdella was a different story, damn, "June is bustin' out all over" was written with her in mind. I had no idea what the attraction was but years later, the first time I heard Captain Kirk say "Engage the Tractor Beam!" Amelia came immediately to mind.

 

[dshans]

Holy Hades, Biggie If! Can I get a Special Dispensation to process all this over a few days rather than the standard 45 seconds of Confessional Time? "Move it along, boys and girls, we only have an hour for all 80 of you. Divide yourselves into two lines: Grievous sins on the left, 'I hit my brother/sister and/or talked back to my mother/father/teacher sins' on the right."
I want time to respond thoroughly and appropriately. Or superficially and inappropriately. Situational, don't cha know.
Clearly long buried memories have been unearthed for both of us. At this point I can only say "DAMN YOU!"

More later.

 

[NeuteredDoomer]

At catechism, Sister walked in with a baggie of little white cookies. I thought "yummy", and then she told us it was the Body of Christ. I thought that was odd.

I am going straight to hell.

 

[johnnykillz]

I like boobies.

Random...

Funny sh!t though!

 

[WabashFalcon]

I love me some "crutons o' Christ."

 

[phgreek]

I like boobies.

Bwahahahaha...STOP IT...every once in a while you nail me with one of these...

So I'm sitting here reading this, and start laughing out loud, and my wife happens to be up, and comes in to see what I'm laughing at

...ya know..all I can say is, she doesn't laugh at the three stooges either...

Tried to rep you, but the little message bitch told me I need to spread it around some...I'll catch you at some point

Thanks man...shitty day until that point...

 

[NeuteredDoomer]

...every once in a while you nail me with one of these...

I nailed you with a boobie?