The Ark

Quoting RobDaHood:
I might have to think twice about investing in a Fritter Co. on the same premises as a worm farm...Just sayin'.

No, no, no, you must have misunderstood my comment.
I was NOT asking for you guys to be investors at all.
I couldn't trust this crew around the Swedish Bikini Team for a second. :)

What time is it? Why, nap time of course!

I just love Saturdays!

What a coincidence! Bought an '03 Spyder for my Dau! Took it for a test drive, offered him cash, saved $1200! Not bad, IMO! Nice car, too!

Quoting RobDaHood:
I guess, once you reach a certain age, any day without a doctor's appointment is Saturday!

Uh oh, SugarBear just saw this comment.

You are in deep poo poo. :)

Quoting RTLSNK:


No, no, no, you must have misunderstood my comment.
I was NOT asking for you guys to be investors at all.
I couldn't trust this crew around the Swedish Bikini Team for a second. :)

What time is it? Why, nap time of course!

I just love Saturdays!

Oh.
I didnt realise that the Sveedish Girls were part of the Deal....
I once went to Sveeden. So I am perfectly Qualified to Interview them. For their work experience and whatnot.
At no cost at all, you know?

My pleasure, I'm sure.

Quoting RobDaHood:

Exactly!
:o)


Good afternoon folks!
A beautiful Saturday here. Spent the am showing Angie how all the gizmos and adjustments on the car work. Got her phone paired with the car via bluetooth and showed her how to operate that. Got rid of the tacky dealer stickers etc.

Awaiting an excuse to take it out and exercise it a bit. Reckon she's gonna want to go grocery shopping first though.

So ?
What did she get?
Or is it bad form to ask ?

Quoting RTLSNK:


Uh oh, SugarBear just saw this comment.

You are in deep poo poo. :)

Up to the knees.
And no shoes, too.....

I heard deep poo poo was good for growin' worms...... :)

Quoting Ylee:
I heard deep poo poo was good for growin' worms...... :)

No, what you sell after you sell the worms to the bait
shop is the dirt that the worms have been raised in
because thats where all the worm poop is. You call it
"Worm Castings" because for some reason that is more
polite than calling it worm poop! Of course the gardeners
that want to buy the stuff for fertilizer know that its
worm poop but you can't call it worm poop for some reason. :)

But that whole worm business is out the window now,
I'm now going into the Apple Fritter business!

"SNAKEYMON'S FRANTIC FRITTERS"

has a nice ring to it.

GO BIRDS

Quoting RTLSNK:


LOL, I know the feeling, had BBQ'd Iguana in the
jungles of Panama many moons ago, with lots of Rum.:)

Dude we have been trying to snag a couple of Iguanas in the keys, gotta be like Goanna right? Lots of garlic on hand when we finally get one, speedy little buggers

Quoting theshepherd:



ROFL
:)))

Kinda like conch.
That's why they chop them up into little pieces and add them to soups and fritters for flavoring.
The only meat on a turtle worth eating IMHO is the one fork full of tender meat under the neck. They just aren't worth the trouble.

Turtles make better gator bait than human food.
I try to keep them thinned out in my ponds...they eat way too many fish.

In regards to Mud Fish; If you can catch a small one, split the tail and toss him back in the water on a stringer so he can bleed out first. They fry up quite tasty.

Thats maybe true but not for Conch. Lub that stuff, you beat the crap out of it with a meat tenderiser, cause before they chop it up in to widdy bits, it is a big azz steak after all, deep fry it with my awesome batter or suate it in garlic butter, to die for. What they put in fritters I am not quite sure, but they tell you it's Conch. Conch cheviche yum.

If we had of acutally took the time to clean the turltle right which takes a couple or 4 days I reckon it would of been tops. But the survior test is what we did first LOL

I am not a big fan of fresh water fish so would of tossed the mud fish back. Louise likes that crap.

SO what kind of bloody car is it?

Enquiring minds want to know.

Good Sunday Morning.

Been up a while, setting up things for a Raku Course today.
5 or 6 young ladies. Playing in mud.
What a life, eh?

Quoting RobDaHood:
Playing in mud with 5 or 6 young ladies?
Sounds like a dream job to me!

Yeah, and they actually pay for this !

They are all busy making like mad things.
It is always fun to see what people have hidden away in the deep recesses of their creative whatnots.....

I extruded some long 1.5" tubes for them, and those make good legs, arms, torsos. And Jumbies. Dont forget the jumbies.....

Hey, it was 20c (69F) this morning.
I pretended to be asleep, hoping that Lady Pott would get up and bring the coffee to bed.
But she saw through my ruse, poked me in the ribs and said "we going to need another table from the studio into the garage, and six bags of clay"

Well, if a man has to get up in the freezing dawn, he may as well sweat....

BIRDS = RAVENS

Maybe the 1966 alfa spider veloce. 1750 CC 5 speed w/ dual Stromberg carbs. Work fine in Italy. In NY ixxnay. Great fun on wet icy cobblestone streets. Smart fellas. They made three times as many engines those years than needed. When the exhaust regulations came in after 68-69, they were still exporting 67's that were exempt. Problem was they were set for leaded fuel and a full time mechanic.

The CG'S driver, from Tenn. had new '67-68 coupe version and drove everywhere like we were at Monte Carlo. One rainy Sat night, during Fasching, we were tooling around downtown, dragging between red lights. He got in a discussion at one light with a large cabbie driving a big Merc., words were exchanged and someone mentioned "sheiskopf." Well the cabbie took about 10 seconds for it to register, then came storming around the cab. What followed became one of those "here hold my beer moments." Back then they had radios in the cabs, and before long we were leading four cabs and eventually met the Polizi and MP'S at a road block. After some rational thought the fifteen of us standing around in an ice fog with temps in the teens, a few apologies were exchanged and off we went. Not a great aspect between German-GI relations, but like the night we ended up on the Strassenbahn tracks, no one got hurt or mentioned on the PM'S sheet or went to the pokie.

Well, OK then, thanks to Captain Rob, who just happens
to be a Computer Genius of the Highest Order, my
laptop is back on line and doing well. No thanks to me
of course, and my attempt early this morning to fix
something on the laptop all by myself,
that I should have had Sugar Bear help me with.

Hey, its my laptop and I'll cry if I want to. :)

Quoting RobDaHood:
Sorry Pottery!
We have a rule around here. There is no moving of heavy objects before coffee!

Goofy,
Kinda figured it was Ravens but had to try to think of something clever to say.

Yeah, the Alfa's were pretty cool but could be a pain to keep running. In high school I worked in a shop where the boss used to work on one regularly. Never got to drive one though.

Yeah, I know that.
But as you are well aware, there are some Authorities that are higher than others.

Just winding down the clay-playing course.
I have to say though, there are an awful lot of 'dirty girls' around here.

Been cloudy and drizzly all day too.
With some heavy stuff off to the S/E.
I wonder if it will make it here?

OK. I saw conch mentioned, so here's your household tip of the day. When I lived in Liberia, I was in a compound that had such amenities as electricity, so I had a washing machine. I came home one afternoon and the washer was seriously off balance - kaWHUMP kaWHUMP etc.

I yelled in to the houseboy, "Phillip! What's in the washing machine?" I assume it was towels or rugs. He came out with a sheepish look on his face and said, "Oh, Missy - I be fixin' dinner". That's when I opened the lid and had a look. Five large tree snails, minus shells, getting beat to relative tenderness by the washer paddles.

If it works for snail, it ought to work for conch. ;)

Quoting RobDaHood:
Hey Shore!
Interesting story but you KNOW it's gonna freak RTLSNK out.



I'm still trying to get him to try Unagi-no-kabayaki Makizushi.

I tried that once.

After the large blisters and sores healed, I swore I'd only eat Fresh Southern Fancy Unagi-no-kabayaki Makizushi the next time.

:)

Speaking of food:

I started packing for friday's adventure south, and the first thing I tossed in the box was a fresh bottle of sweet Asian chile sauce.

:)))

OMG - Tree Snails???

OMG - Blisters and Sores???

And you can forget it Rob, I don't care if you fixed
my computer or not, I am not eating any parts off of
a Knobi Mitsubishi!!!

If we ever visit you again, you are not cooking.

We'll go to a nice Steakhouse that can serve you
shrimp or something. :)

Quoting RobDaHood:
Appreciate the compliment RTL. Not sure about the highest order thing but, well, lets just say that if you break enough things, you eventually learn how to fix them! I've broke a lot of stuff in my day.

Pottery, whatever did you do to offend the thunder gods this year? Oh well, at least the humidity will help the clay dry nice and slow.

Not good, in this case...
I have to get them all bisqued before next Sunday when they all come back to glaze and fire. And there are a lot of pcs.

Oh well, surely the sun will come out soon.......

Plumb tuckered out tonight.
And I have to report to the Dentist early tomorrow. (check and clean). he keeps saying "we will have to replace those 2 fillings soon", I keep saying "Leave them alone. They have been there for 50 years" so I expect the same tomorrow.

Will still have to pay the scoundrel a bunch of bucks though.

There are some things even I won't eat BBQ'd.

I think I better go have some Pepto Bismal over ice.:)

Duh POTT you ever hear the expression you can pay me now or pay me a lot more later. Dentists are in that game where time is the enemy. Your wallets that is. So he/she takes out a filling reams a bit larger pit and replaces a silver amalgam with a new brand of miracle moose filling. You save a tooth (s) and the past ingestion and resulting debilitation of a substance that might turn you into a jumbie or some version of local zombie in say 20 years. And avoid a pain some day when the decay hits a nerve that connects with your brain and forces you to eat cloves. We know that chewing cloves leads to, .. cloven foot disease and you know what leads to.

Hoofen Mouth? heh heh heh

Missed that thanks. Morning. 46 and foggle here. Ice pellets tonight. UGG. I do not like ice.

Quoting goofyrider:
Duh POTT you ever hear the expression you can pay me now or pay me a lot more later. Dentists are in that game where time is the enemy. Your wallets that is. So he/she takes out a filling reams a bit larger pit and replaces a silver amalgam with a new brand of miracle moose filling. You save a tooth (s) and the past ingestion and resulting debilitation of a substance that might turn you into a jumbie or some version of local zombie in say 20 years. And avoid a pain some day when the decay hits a nerve that connects with your brain and forces you to eat cloves. We know that chewing cloves leads to, .. cloven foot disease and you know what leads to.

Thanks for this, Goof.
It's read, noted, ignored.

Those fillings were installed by a small, wizened dentist, many years ago. They have always been in there as far as I'm concerned. They are a part of my Being.

Changing them out would be like removing my good leg and replacing it with another, for no good reason.
That's my argument, anyway.

I think I'll bite his finger if he tries it.

And anyway, why should I wait 20 years to become a Zombie?
I'm working on it as we speak.....

Good morning, by the way, all.

good morning

Here, for your continued Illumination, is today's Dental Report.

There is nothing to report.
Thank you for you kind attention.

(it's pretty dreary, when Dental Reports get quoted, dont you think?
unless of course, there was a long, verbally graphic, passage, containing many comma's, of a Grim Extraction, of course, but sadly, no such event occurred).

The weather has been magnabulous up at my end since last tuesday.
Looks to be the same for the Keys this weekend and throughout the following week.

No kids, wives or girlfriends.
Just me and me buddymon on my x-boat. He's married to it now, but I demanded liberal visitation rights. No small feat when your best bud is a Lawyer. :)

He's had bum fishing luck for a couple of years...actually since he bought my boat basically.
His luck is a'fixin to change. We booked a house with private ramp in the Caloosa Cove area; actually, it's in the back yard. That'll get the boogey man off his back. :)