That expression covered it all in the sixties and, no matter the nature of any bummer, that expression would cover it.
The last couple of articles may present that way and it's not the intention but chucking them out warps things like a candy cane for a kid. It's cute to watch them get all sticky with them but, no, thanks; I don't want one.
Ed: except when a kid leaves the sticky candy cane on your chair!
It's a festive time, isn't it (larfs).
There was one more from the Casualties in the Sixties category last night and Cadillac Man was reticent about talking so right away it's telegraphed ... this ain't going to be good.
Writing a eulogy for a man you did not know and I did not know all that well makes no sense but we feel it for Cadillac Man who has been tight with him ever since the uni days. He's also the man who showed the fellow a good time only a few weeks ago so that brings the shock but it also brings the goodness that the time happened at all.
The Rockhouse doesn't much believe in eulogies since the time to celebrate is when there's life rather than when there's not or what difference does it make. Cadillac Man did that a few weeks ago and this is about the Theory of Propagated Goodness as well. No matter what else happened in the weeks following, the fellow had that. It likely meant more than it may even be possible to know.
Fare thee well.
We're not going to wallow in bummer, man, bummer. Go with the litany that you've got to be tough for this game or you can't play. We are but we've got a boatload of Christmas spirit and we don't think people will be so much interested in the material manifestation which we can abhor at will online; we're much more interested celebrating people past and present, all the good things it means in whatever spiritual way it means them to you.
Or celebrate the pig:
Doctor Stone was walking with his pig one morning as was his wont and he saw some fishermen out on the water. He recognized one as the man who got a fishing hook stuck in his finger so he called out the advisory, "Don't get any hooks stuck out there!"
He got the reply, "We're not using hooks today."
(Dynamite explosion)
Doctor Stone flinched a bit but blew it off because, man, things are a little different in the country.
Trippin' on that doesn't obviate anything but it does bring a vibe which might not otherwise be there. I will return to another segment of "Doc Hollywood" and I'll be 'faster than an eight-legged dog' going back because I love expressions like that and there are zero bummers in that movie.
"I couldn't be happier if I were twins" - Mayor of the Squash Capital
The last couple of articles may present that way and it's not the intention but chucking them out warps things like a candy cane for a kid. It's cute to watch them get all sticky with them but, no, thanks; I don't want one.
Ed: except when a kid leaves the sticky candy cane on your chair!
It's a festive time, isn't it (larfs).
There was one more from the Casualties in the Sixties category last night and Cadillac Man was reticent about talking so right away it's telegraphed ... this ain't going to be good.
Writing a eulogy for a man you did not know and I did not know all that well makes no sense but we feel it for Cadillac Man who has been tight with him ever since the uni days. He's also the man who showed the fellow a good time only a few weeks ago so that brings the shock but it also brings the goodness that the time happened at all.
The Rockhouse doesn't much believe in eulogies since the time to celebrate is when there's life rather than when there's not or what difference does it make. Cadillac Man did that a few weeks ago and this is about the Theory of Propagated Goodness as well. No matter what else happened in the weeks following, the fellow had that. It likely meant more than it may even be possible to know.
Fare thee well.
We're not going to wallow in bummer, man, bummer. Go with the litany that you've got to be tough for this game or you can't play. We are but we've got a boatload of Christmas spirit and we don't think people will be so much interested in the material manifestation which we can abhor at will online; we're much more interested celebrating people past and present, all the good things it means in whatever spiritual way it means them to you.
Or celebrate the pig:
Doctor Stone was walking with his pig one morning as was his wont and he saw some fishermen out on the water. He recognized one as the man who got a fishing hook stuck in his finger so he called out the advisory, "Don't get any hooks stuck out there!"
He got the reply, "We're not using hooks today."
(Dynamite explosion)
Doctor Stone flinched a bit but blew it off because, man, things are a little different in the country.
Trippin' on that doesn't obviate anything but it does bring a vibe which might not otherwise be there. I will return to another segment of "Doc Hollywood" and I'll be 'faster than an eight-legged dog' going back because I love expressions like that and there are zero bummers in that movie.
"I couldn't be happier if I were twins" - Mayor of the Squash Capital
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