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Pull a trailing boggan with your chairs, gear, lunch and tackle, tie it all down with bungee cords. You will prolly need a rigid tow coupling, so that your gear doesn't get wild ideas about passing you on the downslopes or stops.

Why is a statement of personal belief a threat to others? Honestly.

I'm so sorry to hear your news, Brian. I am sure you feel that your beautiful tribute can't even come close, but I can see her in your words. God Bless, Brian.

That's a gator! Congratulations on the catch, and again on the release.

Well, off the top of my head I can pretty much say for sure that only Santa is Santa. On the other hand, maybe there is a little Santa in each of us. Mine is a creepy little snot about 2 inches tall that gives me the farts at the worst time. Jerk.

This is for Rafal. C: Dad, how come old photographs are always black and white? Didn't they have color film back then? D: Sure they did. In fact, those old photographs ARE in color. It's just the WORLD was black and white then. C: Really? D: Yep. The world didn't turn color until sometime in the 1930s, and it was pretty grainy color for a while, too. C: That's really weird. D: Well, truth is stranger than fiction. C: But then why are old PAINTINGS in color?! If the world was black and white, wouldn't artists have painted it that way? D: Not necessarily. A lot of great artists were insane. C: But... but how could they have painted in color anyway? Wouldn't their paints have been shades of gray back then? D: Of course, but they turned colors like everything else in the '30s. C: So why didn't old black and white photos turn color too? D: Because they were color pictures of black and white, remember? You're welcome.

I will be singing on Sunday, along with some other toe tappers like http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmFj5zbuOn0 and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-cAhz3OfUE&NR=1. Just a bunch of wild and wacky guys. Tickets at the door.

Lew, I knew that I could count on you to convey my idea with a little more umph. Thanks for fighting the fight, you always do. God Bless. Friends, Check your CO (carbon MONOXIDE) detectors, and test your smoke alarms with a cigarette or length of smoking hemp rope or cotton string. Or not. Why bother to test and maintain some cheap 40$ piece of junk imported from the Orient? What could possibly happen? Of course there are batteries in there, I am pretty darn sure. Ya, what am I, an idiot?

Jed, my long suffering partner is someone to whom I refer as either the Resident Love Goddess, or She Who Must Be Obeyed. Rlg / Swmbo. Alla sem ting.

Wellll, Gee!

OK, I am providing this story in three parts, hoping that someone may read it and be a smarter dude than I was. I'm wiser now. 1). Tried to replace the battery in the smoke detector on the main floor 3 months ago, but removed it when the alarm sounded continuously with no smoke. I guessed it was an old alarm, at least 10 years old, maybe 30 years old, who knows. I'll get around to replacing it someday, that kitchen level alarm is a big pain in the butt anyway, always freaking out the dinner guests when I am whipping up something delicious. 2). We have an automatic toaster, that will burn everything automatically since it doesn't know when to quit, no matter where the dial is set. I'll get around to replacing that someday. It's old too. 3). This morning, sleeping in the basement due to the creeping mung which was interfering with my sleep and the RLG's sleep too, I woke up to hear the Big Kid hollering, "Dad, Dad!", with a fair amount of panic. I stumbled upstairs to find the whole main floor choked with bagel smoke. She had found the toaster still pumping out the BTUs into a bagel that looked like two slices of hockey puck, and tossed it into the back yard. It would appear that the RLG, stumbling out of the house due to lack of sleep, didn't quite finish her breakfast, and left the house with a bagel in the process of cremation. We now have a new toaster that shuts itself off - I checked. We also have a new smoke alarm with an 8 minute snoozer that can't be over-ridden by heavy smoke. It has a dual sensor, optical and ionization, for both flash and smoldering fires. It is installed and checks out fine with a piece of burning string. It cost me $39.95. The moral of this story: Don't be an idiot. Fix that important crap right away. You know what stuff I'm talking about. Thanks for checking in.

Oh dear. Too bad about the total lack of tutu.

Your speedometer will read about 2.49 % too slow, off the top of my head, I'm pretty much certain.

Attaboy, Dave. We missed around these parts. Welcome back.

I hate me some oily discharge myself.

Some, but definitely not all, Jed.

I would never have known about mycoplasma pneumonia or onchomycosis without the interweb. Just because you might be a hypochondriac doesn't mean that you're not sick.

I didn't think that Six Sigma blackbelts ever say something pretty much off the top of their heads. I am only a lowly greenbelt, but we always collect data, then analyze it to see what falls out. HaiiiiiiiiYa.

Crap, it's CANADAVE!..Pick any thread with over 4 pages of posts, and let 'er rip. We've been waiting for this for a long time, Dave.

That's one clean fat fish, Rizzo. Congratulations on that beauty.

Another astronomical treat that could be seen tonight and for the next two nights is the annual Geminid meteor shower, one of the year’s best displays of shooting stars. Up to 100 meteors an hour can fly across the sky. The meteors, which are easy to spot with the naked eye, appear to shoot out from the constellation Gemini, hence their name, but they can be seen all over the sky. However, with a full moon so bright, the best place to look is away from the Moon. Meteor showers happen when the Earth passes through clouds of debris shed from comets. As the tiny fragments smash into the Earth’s upper atmosphere at about 100,000mph, they burn up in streaks of light. For reasons that are not understood, the Geminid meteor showers are tending to grow stronger each year.

To me anyway, it looks like it's about 20 cm square, and 5 or 6 cm thick. I'm good at guessing fish size too, just ask.

Great report, Cliff. Nice fish for both you and Carole. I think it was the mauve nailpolish that fooled them wallies.

I've met Mr. Shrivels - everybody I know calls him Dick.