Chit Chattin away!

[oldsoldier]

I know nothing of MustangSallie, but Jinx and I are so far from scary that now I'm really worried about you.

And you should probably write a book. I'd buy it and read it for sure. Mostly to find out how you survived that Cracker Barrel incident.

I'm sure the Cracker Barrel Incident ( Henceforth to be referenced as CBI in all magnus intelligence dossiers ) has a better story behind it than "Right no!" I was hoping for something a little more interesting than someone picking on you over a typo

 

[MagnusEunson]

Sadly it has degenerated to the internet equivalent of a brawl at the special olympics. Not very PC for me to say that but then again I'm a crusty old fart that was raised in a non PC era.

Well, then we certainly need advocates for the disabled in the OUTSIDE!. I cringe every time I see the beatings and the dogpiles.

It's nothing like the quality early USENET was. The barriers to bandwidth must've helped more than I ever realized. -Magnus

 

[pchela]

*chin quivers* I'm sorry. You're the Faerie Princess I thought. *sigh* -Magnus

Okaaaaay... you can call me Faerie Princess.

 

[MagnusEunson]

The CBI was really a nightmare. It was within weeks of coming to the US permanently. If you gave me a lineup I still couldn't identify the craptastic foods they ordered for me. Assurances of good old Southern food, biscuits, and sweet tea. All hosted by the equivalent of a Red Neck Adam's Family. While extensively polite and to this day very much loving, I'm fairly sure they use Raccoon hairs and Alligator eczema as grooming products.

The meal itself consisted of salt and beer seasoned with what was apparently beef and potatoes. Washed down with diabetic shock inducing "sweet" tea that would have challenged the constitution of an ant colony.

I was, quite literally, afraid to eat again for days until I discovered Cheerios. -Magnus

 

[oldsoldier]

The CBI was really a nightmare. It was within weeks of coming to the US permanently. If you gave me a lineup I still couldn't identify the craptastic foods they ordered for me. Assurances of good old Southern food, biscuits, and sweet tea. All hosted by the equivalent of a Red Neck Adam's Family. While extensively polite and to this day very much loving, I'm fairly sure they use Raccoon hairs and Alligator eczema as grooming products.

The meal itself consisted of salt and beer seasoned with what was apparently beef and potatoes. Washed down with diabetic shock inducing "sweet" tea that would have challenged the constitution of an ant colony.

I was, quite literally, afraid to eat again for days until I discovered Cheerios. -Magnus

Filed as ME20110624-14 / Confidential
I would upgrade it but my secretary gave me that glassy eyed look when I told her to use my security token to encrypt it.

 

[BiancaMontgomery]

I'm sure the Cracker Barrel Incident ( Henceforth to be referenced as CBI in all magnus intelligence dossiers ) has a better story behind it than "Right no!" I was hoping for something a little more interesting than someone picking on you over a typo

IDK, at the time, it was pretty funny. I'll try to make a more interesting typo next time.

Okaaaaay... you can call me Faerie Princess.

What is happening to this thread?

 

[trouble2k]

Warm fuzzy feeling? Where did it go? Please come back to PIF.

 

[oldsoldier]

IDK, at the time, it was pretty funny. I'll try to make a more interesting typo next time.

It must have been one of those "you had to be there" things I get it and I'm even a tiny bit jealous...

edit: wait! No I'm not, I'm starting to act like Magnus!!!

 

[librarising]

Warm fuzzy feeling? Where did it go? Please come back to PIF.

I miss it too trouble.

 

[oldsoldier]

/me repents and grabs Magnus and and pwyll (maybe even clay too). It appears we have cookies to bake.

 

[pwyll]

By your standards, I am quite a newbie to the interwebs/tubes having gone online in 1999. Much of what you just said flew several miles above my head! I could see how trolling back then might mean trolling for information as if you were trolling for fish, and now trolls are disruptors acting like Grimm fairy tale trolls.
...
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Yes, well, by 1999 Compuserve and AOL had opened the internet to anyone who could turn on a computer and put a disk in the drive. "Flamewars" were no longer examples of Shakespeare and Bacon trying to one-up each other at a dinner party but two drunks trying to beat the snot out of each other in the parking lot of a bowling alley. I was lucky enough to get in right on the tail-end of the era where the only people who had access to the internet were die-hard computer nerds (or those of us who could ride coat-tails).

 

[pwyll]

lib, flaming used to be a blood sport practiced by the literate and intelligent denizens of the net. Sadly it has degenerated to the internet equivalent of a brawl at the special olympics. Not very PC for me to say that but then again I'm a crusty old fart that was raised in a non PC era.

Edit: I guess what I'm saying is I agree with you . It is not fun to watch anymore.

I used to occasionally practice flaming (on some troll who had demonstrated that they consummately deserved it) just to show people that flaming could be entertaining. I knew that wasn't going to last long either, when people would start arguing over whether I had actually insulted the troll or not. Haven't felt comfortable crafting a decent flame in about a decade now...

Hasn't been fun to watch for a long time, and I thought everyone who remembered those times had just stuck to usenet...

 

[librarising]

Yes, well, by 1999 Compuserve and AOL had opened the internet to anyone who could turn on a computer and put a disk in the drive. "Flamewars" were no longer examples of Shakespeare and Bacon trying to one-up each other at a dinner party but two drunks trying to beat the snot out of each other in the parking lot of a bowling alley. I was lucky enough to get in right on the tail-end of the era where the only people who had access to the internet were die-hard computer nerds (or those of us who could ride coat-tails).

The good old days I'll never know! I started with AOL only after my two kids (11 and 8 at then) showed me what to do. It wasn't that I was a total computer illiterate but mostly...I cut my computer teeth on a Mac Plus back in 1987. It was easy and intuitive and as simple as signing on to AOL! lol!

 

[trouble2k]

It appears we have cookies to bake.

Chocolate chip? They'd go pretty good with some vanilla ice cream on a hot Sunday afternoon

 

[pwyll]

Warm fuzzy feeling? Where did it go? Please come back to PIF.

I'll see if I can grab a picture of our golden retriever and two cats sleeping in a pile tonight. If I can, and I post it, will it be a suitable reparation?

 

[librarising]

Chocolate chip? They'd go pretty good with some vanilla ice cream on a hot Sunday afternoon

And they make the house smell sooooo good.

 

[Darkwitless]

The CBI was really a nightmare. It was within weeks of coming to the US permanently. If you gave me a lineup I still couldn't identify the craptastic foods they ordered for me. Assurances of good old Southern food, biscuits, and sweet tea. All hosted by the equivalent of a Red Neck Adam's Family. While extensively polite and to this day very much loving, I'm fairly sure they use Raccoon hairs and Alligator eczema as grooming products.

The meal itself consisted of salt and beer seasoned with what was apparently beef and potatoes. Washed down with diabetic shock inducing "sweet" tea that would have challenged the constitution of an ant colony.

I was, quite literally, afraid to eat again for days until I discovered Cheerios. -Magnus

We have a student at the grade school who was a refuge from a small African country. His mother had him smuggled out and sent to an "aunt" (a friend of the family) through some horrifically scary means. Somehow she ended up sending him to our very small Catholic grade school because her neighbor's children attended.
He spoke no English. Was terribly underweight and had had no formal schooling. Being a private school, we do not qualify for any assistance with English as a second language from the state. The boy's second language was French. I STILL don't know his 1st lol.

So moms volunteered their time armed with a laptop interpreter and French/English dictionary and the awesome spirit of this young boy (he was 10) we fuddled our way through.

The best - worse part was how he embraced being "American". He refused to pack a lunch because he wanted to eat what the other kids ate in the lunchroom. (sigh) about 50% pack - but he wanted to go in the lunch line. The food made him sick for weeks. Too rich. Too fat. (Actually it is very healthy by school lunch standards) but was so different from what his body was accustomed to, poor thing.

I'm trying to picture what would have happened to him if he'd eaten CB type meals those first couple of weeks. (face palm)

 

[pwyll]

/me repents and grabs Magnus and and pwyll (maybe even clay too). It appears we have cookies to bake.

I will work on peanut butter cookies with chocolate chips.

Edit: the heat seems to have baked the fuzz off the chocolate chips. Am I doing this wrong?

 

[Darkwitless]

I survived the visit of the out in-laws!

And we now have a 3rd car - it made the drive down no problem - even in this incredible heat!! WoOt! Just have to have it checked over by a pro and tagged and pay the taxes on it and we're good to go.

 

[Darkwitless]

It's too hot to bake. Maybe slice and bake on a cookie sheet placed in the car dashboard with windows closed?


The boys are dying to try and cook an egg that way.