We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
yeah, I'm gett'n sixteen tons of span out messages which after signing off, then turning off my computer should have recycled the system...would I be correct in assuming the spam block was PLACED on my ISP address, blocking me?
EARTHLING HABU! IT IS I WHO BLOCK YOU!
BWA HA HA HA HA (gag) (cough) GREAT CARBON A MERCY the air...can't...breathe...ohhh...(expire)
Klaktu of _Planet_Xenon
Gort! Klaatu barada nikto!
I think therefore I think I made a mistake since this is the second time,perhaps the third, where the bugs crawling up my arms and the whirling rings dancing overhead have caused me to loose grasp of what tenuous hold I already have on sanity.
Thanks for the electronic SLAP!!, Snap out of it Habu!!!
I think I'll be ok now. I have some leftover cicada guacamole dip left over from last night. Spread over a Vegemite sandwich with some buttermilk ..yeah I'll be fine ..thanks
I've told ya twice already, and ain't gonna tell ya again: we don't block you, and never will. In fact, thus far, we ain't never blocked anybody, and I don't even know how to do it. Good, decent gun-totin' American folk in these here parts.
However, our spam-blocking system does key on certain words and combinations of letters to prevent the spam storms which have crippled us in the past. There have been a number of occasions when I tried to post a comment, and had it rejected - and never could quite figure out why. But the automated spam commenting was a serious problem for us a while ago - sometimes 10,000 per hour - mostly from servers in the Ukraine, it turned out.
In 1955 -56 when this song was a "big hit" on a little radio, I had a crush. The kid's name was "D Rusher". Denny was 15 (almost 16). He was really nice and polite to us younger kids. I was in 6th grade. One day the electric company man parked his truck outside of my mom's shop. Denny and I tied the hanging cord (it was hanging from the big tall pole)--we tied it to some place under the electric company truck. GEEZ US you should've seen what happnened when that guy came out and got in his truck and started to drive away! Denny told me to RUN, and I SURELY DID RUN AS FAST AS I COULD. I never saw him after that. Heard some whispers--but nothing that I can remember. What I rememver is the kindness, and the smile--sorry, about the truck and the pole. But, that was the week that 16TONS was on every radio station in the car. The older folks said it was a big deal ( I thought Denny was a "Big Deal"))
YEARS and YEARS, AND YEARS later, I met MR. Ford at an isolted drive in out in the Pacific. He tried to pick me up in a kind of embarassed way. I would hav except that I was committed. He was a gentleman.
Oh yes. Mr. Ford was one of those gentlemen who rebuilt the world after WWII. My encounter with Mr. Ford as an adult was in 1974-5. He was a gentleman--had a nice smile and a really nice casual humor about the world, etc. He was not a tall man about a5'5". We met while eating Portugese Doughnuts and drinking Kona coffee in the parking lot.
But, I still wonder what happend to Denny ;-) ? I think he was the one who programmed me to appreciate men with humor!
Sometime soon, Maggie's Farm needs to open the conversation about what goes on between men and women! ;-)
A great song from a time of great popular American culture. Before the dark night of John Lennon, Barry Manilow, Disco, and Rap, et al...and all those horrid campy pieces of syrupy church music better hummed in Dunkin Donut washrooms and elevators.