Mrs. Peel Explains Space Radiation; Bacon for Russ April 3, 2008
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In a Q&A format, Mrs. Peel shares a lot of interesting scientific information about why space radiation is such an issue in connection with a trip to Mars.
She also shares a lot of attitude.
Q: Sounds like we’re not going to Mars.
A: What are you, a quitter?
Space Radiation « Mrs. Peel’s Words of Wisdom
In the meantime, Mesablue at Absolute Moral Authority has posted a link to a picture involving the (NSFW) novel use of bacon which is sure to appeal to Russ, our resident bacon expert.
Mesablue also knows how to cook an awesome lamb dish, in case you are looking for a lamb recipe. Except, the recipe omits bacon, a deficiency that was noted in the comments.
Perhaps you are asking, why do I put radiation and bacon in the same post?
I’m glad you asked.
It just so happens that I have excellent music selections for both of these topics.
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Innocent Bystanders 
Hey, I calls ’em as I sees ’em.
In related news, the lead singer of the group Procol Harem was awarded full ownershp of royalties for the song “Whiter Shade of Pale”. Former organist Matthew Fisher asserted his significant creative contribution earned him the right to 40% of the millions involved but Gary Brooker defended it saying he and lyricist Keith Reid wrote the song before Fisher joined the group, and the organ part based on Bach’s “Air on the G String” was his idea.
http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D8VR2AT00&show_article=1
As a bass player myself, having performed this song many times over the years I can tell you it’s possible to get air on a G string but you really have to pluck it down low.
I can tell you it’s possible to get air on a G string but you really have to pluck it down low.
GLAR
That’s not something one should do in public.
…get air on a G string but you really have to pluck it down low.
okay.
A: Vestal Virgins.
Q: What does Bart ponder every time he hears “Whiter Shade of Pale”?
And Leif* Garret.
Always pondering Leif Garret.
*pronounced layf
I took that Jung Typology test. It occurred to me when I saw certain questions that one’s type can change throughout their life. Like this one:
You usually place yourself nearer to the side
than in the center of the room
If they’re talking about a classroom, I used to be a front of the room seater, but later tended to hang out in the back with the dumbasses and stoners.
If they mean at a party, well yeah I slide up against the outer margins of social activity and mostly hang out there. Then I have to go home, change clothes, and garden quietly for a while to get the stink of other people’s chattering mouths out of my mind.
I took the Myers-Briggs at a previous employer and got a different evaluation that I just did today.
INTP
Always was, always will be.
to get the stink of other people’s chattering mouths out of my mind.
I, too, need a lot of quiet time after encounters with a lot of people. Like a 4:1 ratio.
I tend to be a bit gregarious in a crowd/social gathering.
Bet you didn’t know that about me.
At social gatherings, I tend to stay diametrically opposed to the crowd who hangs out by the rest rooms.
It’s a strange place to convene, in my opinion. So, in closing, I don’t want to be “that guy” who hangs out by the shitters.
Speaking of That Guys, you can find a lot of funny pics of them on the internet. For example, try to spot the “that guys” in the pics:
This is good one because it’s subtle.
Okay, this is my last one. It’s a good one.
I imagine lw hanging on the edges and observing in mostly irritated silence, possessing intelligent, relevant offerings in that head of hers, unwilling to engage in meaningless and shallow conversation, instead turning inward to reflect upon things rooted and incisive.
I do that as well. Difference is, when I turn inward, all I see is the back of my skull.
Perhaps you could drown your contempt in alcohol lw. It won’t make people any more interesting, but it will help you to verbalize your feelings for them. In the end, you will have made them better people by shining blinding, white light on their faults. Pretty soon, the people you have verbally kicked the shit out of will move to the fringe, terribly self-conscious of their ignorance and trivial thoughts. Problem is, the fringe will become crowded, forcing you to navigate toward the middle, which you were trying to avoid in the first place.
Maybe if you smoked some of what you grow . . .?
Mine came out ISTP the first time, with the P being very weak (11%).
The analysis is funny because I was a sculptor in college. I was more attracted to the sculpting work because it involved manipulating more materials and the use of more interesting tools, wonderful tools, than painting.
I wonder how this impending case of carpal tunnel has affected my skills. My penmanship has sure suffered.
I imagine lw hanging on the edges and observing in mostly irritated silence, possessing intelligent, relevant offerings in that head of hers, unwilling to engage in meaningless and shallow conversation, instead turning inward to reflect upon things rooted and incisive.
Please. More like “I like her shoes. I wonder if my lipstick needs a touchup.”
I’m not actually a bitch, compos. I just play one on the internet.
Heh. It would embarrass her for me to say how pleasant it was to visit with Laura at the moron thing.
So you know, bonus.
*rests head on Dave’s shoulder*
Oh, shmoopkins. (sigh) Why do all these cocksuckers think I’m a big meanie?
Why do all these cocksuckers think I’m a big meanie?
So untrue!!
We don’t think you’re that big.
Oh, that’s so sweet.
*sniffle, snif*
*blows nose on Dave’s sleeve*
Thanks, Geoff.
Looking up, I can’t help but notice that these comments went off the rails instantly and disastrously and then ended up being all about me.
This place is teh awesome.
Why do all these cocksuckers think I’m a big meanie?
Oh I think it’s their sweet way of yanking on a pigtail and dipping it into an ink well. Then drawing pentagrams on their naked chest with it and running around the room howling like a mad dog.
ended up being all about me
Yeah, and meanwhile I’m waiting on the accolades for my excellent music selections.
*taps foot*
My speakers aren’t working today, so two thumbs up, man.
Is this the wrong time to mention that I have never, not once clicked on one of those?
Or is it a good time?
Oh yes you have, Dave. You’re just trying to annoy me again, and it’s not working. No sir.
I am sure they are excellent and germane selections, Michael. More critique once I get home.
Lutherans don’t get annoyed. They get even. And are willing to wait a few thousand years.
BTW: nice to see you around again, LauraW. Missed you.
Quatrifecta! Woohoo!
Thanks Musli, that’s so sweet.
Is this the wrong time to mention that I have never, not once clicked on one of those?
Ditto. I swear to your Lutheran God. Not a single one.
lw, I have never once thought you to be a bitch. I cannot say the same for Michael.
Why do all these cocksuckers think I’m a big meanie?
I do not nor have I ever sucked cock. Though I remember seeing a picture on the net one time. It was of well-tanned, very cut and muscular twenty-something guy with a full head of dark, wavy hair. He was naked, except for a pair of untied black army boots, his ripped abs partially hidden by his massive, erect manhood. I remember thinking, you know, if that naked doucheface would get off that Harley, I could see whether or not it has the split tank I so admire.
Then drawing pentagrams on their naked chest with it and running around the room howling like a mad dog.
Hey! How did you know what I do when the wife and daughter go to sleep?
Is this the wrong time to mention that I have never, not once clicked on one of those?
Me either. Never. I don’t think I even ever seriously considered the idea.
I don’t believe any of you. I know you love those songs! I’ll bet half of you are dancing to them right now.
Maybe I’ll click on one of them this time and see what happens. You don’t have to download some weird software to listen to them, do you?
I know you love those songs!
They alarm the Livestock..
They alarm the Livestock..
I don’t think Michael intended for them to be mooood music.
OK. I clicked. Here’s my assessment:
Radiation Zone: Not too bad. Sounded like Boston meets ELP
Bacon: Don’t click on it. Just don’t.
Bacon. Mmmmmmm, bacon. We got a package from Cafe Press today, and it was a little blue onesie with “I (heart) (piece of bacon)” printed on the front of it. It came from Dave, the buddy that went to the Bacon Fest with me back in March. I’ll send pictures of Moses wearing it as soon as we can get him posed wearing the onesie. I should probably pose him in his “IB Baby” onesie too while we’re at it.
They make clothes to fit Moses? They must be the cutest things.
Anyway, I think one of Lipstick’s socks could be used as onesie fro Moses if she cut holes for arms and legs.
Dude, Moses Malone could use one of her socks for a onesie.
hi all