Cancer

Joining in. 

Well that was no surprise

We had a eleven at our table for our feast.  Six present were family (including me, obviously); two were gaming group members; one was a very long time friend of my wife's family (he's in his 90s); the on-again-off-again beau of my sister-in-law; one was student from the Los Angeles area who didn't run home for the holiday.

We had a eleven at our table for our feast.  Six present were family (including me, obviously); two were gaming group members; one was a very long time friend of my wife's family (he's in his 90s); the on-again-off-again beau of my sister-in-law; one was student from the Los Angeles area who didn't run home for the holiday.

Not your fault, DT. 
Speaking for myself, a bit of the duldrums...
but the goodnews is I got my 50000 words for the NANOWRIMO this year.
 

Shocked that no one has mentioned this already.
 
Courage the Cowardly Dog.  One several riotously funny cartoon series from around the turn of this century.

No; it is a different time now.  Really, it is more of a self-accompanied comedy monologue with political overtones.  And comedy that doesn't reach you gets tedious very quickly, as you say.
 
Being someone who, at the time the song came out, had to stare at the possibility of being drafted into that war (which showed no meaningful sign of ending), in a couple of years, and already was acquainted with at least one guy who wasn't coming back ... for the folks my age who do not remember that episode of America throwing her weight around with fondness ... there's significance to it that is, as the phrase goes, growing distant to the ear.  Ironically, rather than me it was my father who was sent there (admittedly in an NGO, he was never going to see combat, but he was on US bases there and was there during the first half of 1968 when the Tet Offensive began).  Dad did come back, albeit with some PTSD (unrecognized at the time) that took several months to work off.
 
We play Alice's Restaurant at our house every Thanksgiving, but the speakers are in a different room from the food.

No; it is a different time now.  Really, it is more of a self-accompanied comedy monologue with political overtones.  And comedy that doesn't reach you gets tedious very quickly, as you say.
 
Being someone who, at the time the song came out, had to stare at the possibility of being drafted into that war (which showed no meaningful sign of ending), in a couple of years, and already was acquainted with at least one guy who wasn't coming back ... for the folks my age who do not remember that episode of America throwing her weight around with fondness ... there's significance to it that is, as the phrase goes, growing distant to the ear.  Ironically, rather than me it was my father who was sent there (admittedly in an NGO, he was never going to see combat, but he was on US bases there and was there during the first half of 1968 when the Tet Offensive began).  Dad did come back, albeit with some PTSD (unrecognized at the time) that took several months to work off.
 
We play Alice's Restaurant at our house every Thanksgiving, but the speakers are in a different room from the food.

Well, I heard "Alice's Restaurant" for the first time in it's long, very long entirety.
The main refrain and tune is catchy
but I guess my attention span is shot because after the first nine minutes I started to sigh and drift a bit. And frankly, while it had some amusing moments, the payoff wasn't worth the wait.
I feel bad for not loving this anti-war/anti-stupidity ditty which apparently is part of American Thanksgiving traditions in some places because it was suggested by a friend that loved it.
But I found it tedious very quickly. Am I a bad person?

It's an (old) color-magnitude diagram for the old open cluster M67, which is the cluster pictured in my previous avatar.  Same object, different representation.

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 

 
*imagines Bazza being boiled in vat of rancid Turkey juice*
 
*grins*

It's an (old) color-magnitude diagram for the old open cluster M67, which is the cluster pictured in my previous avatar.  Same object, different representation.

I intend to change mine again on Friday.

"The three words that describe you are as follows, and I quote -- Stink! Stank! Stunk!"

"Red Rump" seems not to have the association with horror that the very similar "Red Rum" does.  Unless, of course, you are horrified by the sort of literature in which "Red Rump" might figure prominently, which actually seems reasonable.

Dragons in the basement

Should I be concerned that one of the nearby PokeStops is the drive-thru liquor store?

Roll 9d20 to see how many minutes the insurance agency puts you on hold.

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.

Why do we always come here?
I guess we'll never know.
It's like a kind of torture,
To have to watch the show!

Rachmaninoff's Piano Fantasia on Spectroscopic Visual BInaries is one of the most enduring of those.
 
Do not, under any circumstances, allow yourself to be alone in a room with Death Tribble and a can of periwinkle paint.
 
You are warned.

Before looking up what the word refers to, one can question why on Earth one would willingly stay in a series of Brutalist hotels.