LB's husband has a tavern named after him in San Francisco?
He always takes his car cause it's never been beat.
And they've never missed yet with the girls they meet
(hmmm)
Assuming that "Buck" is not his real name* I never could figure out how he fit into the reptilian naming hierarchy of the LB family. A male deer mates with a lizard and produces small lizards . . I'm no biologist but that just seems wrong.
*if it is his real name it's awesome because "Buck" is such a great male stripper name. BTW my real name is Tex Longhorn.
I was calling him Mr. Breath for a while, and then mentioned it to him and he requested "Buck", as a version of his last name.
The taxonomy of the family is all screwed up even not counting his mammalianism -- Sallymander and Newt are both technically amphibians, rather than reptiles. And DogBreath is a dog.
5.2: Mine is Rage Jett.
To me Buck Tavern <-> Rip Torn per a comment I made when it first came up.
Your name includes his, right? I can't fathom how one is a version of another.
First half of my last name (which is his birth name -- what he uses now is the same compound I do), if you make the final double "t" single, is an technical term for a two-year old buck, before its antlers branch. (Or a kind of candleholder, but that would just be silly.)
9: Googling revealed another possibility -- "Abacuk". I'm not sure how to pronounce it, but it looks like a cool name to me.
Sounds like the same name as everyone's least favorite minor prophet, Habakkuk.
The mutineer on the Half Moon! We don't know that he's an ancestor, but it'd be cool if he were.
It would make more sense if Buck were a fish, because amphibians are the offspring of reptiles and fish.
He's a Pisces, if that helps. Complains occasionally about being surrounded by three Leos. We try not to pounce too much.
And a platypus is what happens when a beaver and a duck drink too much.
13 - that is cool; an ancestor that knows from setting folks adrift on ice flows!
The mutineer on the Half Moon!
The "Discovery", surely?
Also the name of everyone's favourite insane naval idea, Project Habbakuk, the Bulletproof Iceberg Aircraft Carrier.
How insane was Habbakuk? From my reading, it was an idea with potential, however silly it may have sounded outwardly, and while it eventually turned out not to be workable for various technical reasons, and maybe it was carried on longer than it should have, surely that's par for the course in military capital-vessel development.
Hadn't heard of Project Habbakuk before. So, so awesome. My favorite part is when they concluded that the fridge they'd need to build to freeze the ice would use up as much steel as it took to make a real aircraft carrier.
20: I enjoyed this sentence in the wikipedia article,The research took place in a refrigerated meat locker behind a protective screen of frozen animal carcasses
I saw a show about California once! It's big and full of all different kinds of people! Kinda like my mom!
Jackmormon, if you're coming, I'll be heading to BART from the university sevenish. Can't decide if it's sociable or tweenish to ride over together, so you get to. (Decide.)
Not that anyone except Josh, who will be gleeful, cares, but I might not be there tonight. My dad has been in emergency surgery all day, and I'm on call for my mom should she need me to fly home. (Stop laughing, Josh, you monster.)
And to the extent that anyone does care, I'm very sorry to miss the fun.
Gleeful? I'm crying in public now, you bastard.
(Sorry to hear about your dad, and all good thoughts your and his direction.)
18-20: Not that insane, it seems to me. In a threadmeld, most of the snow you see cluttering up Minneapolis in April and May is essentially what they were going for there: about equal parts snow and other materials, much of it being vegetable matter of some kind. (Or cigarette butts, but same difference.) It takes fucking forever to melt.
Not that it affects anything, but I'm now going to dinner closer to the tavern, so I'll be there between 8 and 9.
Sorry to hear that, Von Wafer. Next time, with better news.
All my hard work...
Best wishes to Placenta Frisia.
Thanks, all, for understanding. I actually feel very lucky. Megan was supposed to ride down with me but changed her mind and is taking the train, I think. Had she been depending on me, and had I flaked on her, I suspect she would have kicked my ass.
Good luck with your Dad, Dutch Cookie. Feels like there have been way too many of these events around here recently.
We're getting old. Which means our parents are getting really old. Anyway, thanks again for the kind words, all.
Yes, best wishes to you, your dad, and family.
Thinking of you all, VW. Hope to hear better news in the morning.
I'm sorry to miss you Von Wafer.
Clew, I'll be on BART from Albany, it looks like. Sometime around 7 or 7:15. Perhaps we could meet on the train, but that may be difficult to arrange.
1. Whoever will be on the train first gets in the last car.
2. Person waiting on platform waits where the last car will stop.
3. On arrival, person in the car steps out and sees person on the platform.
4. People pretend not to recognize each other.
5. Recriminations.
I did steps 1-3 this in NY once and it was fine, although my friend was about 20 minutes late and the platform was cold and I didn't have phone reception so I had to watch out for every single train thinking it might be the right one. BART doesn't run that often.
Also, Albany? Are you hopping the tracks?
I am always torn when people have dire family emergencies. Offer kind condolences or kick their ass? I suppose I could wonder how it came about that some of the people I've chatted with for years are surprised that I go to family weddings or graciously re-arrange plans in emergencies, but that might lead to introspection. No one wants that.
Hope your Dad recovers, VW.
I may be on that same BART train as well, coming from Richmond. I will head for the last car.
Also offering my sympathies.
I'm amused by the idea of a meetup in the last BART car (though I'll just be biking from Bernal Heights).
I had been wondering if I should wear a ludicrous hat; the previous best argument would be that it would annoy neb a lot. However, if meetings are to be managed, ludicrous hat it is. It's deep teal and the milliner probably thought it was Victorian.
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Michelle Bachmann is making me try to remember more of my David Neiwert.
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It seems like the safe default assumption; you're annoyed by a lot. The hat nearly annoys me. (Present. People give me things they aren't sure they want to wear themselves.)
Can one wear uncanny hats?
Can one weather hats? Can
one wear feather hats?
Concentrate on irate hats
Radiate from hats. When
sated, vacate hats.
Doors of open water
elicit ooh & ahhing. Can
the wet attract a hat?
Can hats favour fire? Can
a hat aspire to higher things?
Can one pit hats against
vicious things?
Pernicious things?
liquorice fish with wings?
Okay, I am getting on at El Cerrito Plaza (shut up, fake accent; it's been a while), probably on the 7:19. I will aim for the last car. I have curly hair, glasses, and will be wearing my father's disreputable gray and blue sweater.
I really hope there's a lurker on the last car of the train. But not in the bad stalker way.
Von Wafer, best wishes for your dad, and mom and the rest of the family.
Hats are ludicrous.
For me to poop on!
And then post to my Tumblr.
I had used the method described in 43.1-3 for years, before encountering Tweety and his friends, all of whom think it is insane to think it would ever work.
Everyone look for the little bead-doored grotto-like room in back.
Will Otto (vb) get blotto in the grotto?
Well, that was fun.
... whose panties am I wearing?
What, no liveblogging? And, even stranger, no comments from non-attendees demanding liveblogging?
Not even an update on whether the train meet-up was successful!
I am lit. I drank so much. I went to the mint after and had two more beers. "No diggity" is sweet song but I will be hurting tomorrow.
JM, clew, and Megan all arrived together. I was told the train contact method worked splendidly.
That was fun. Lovely to see you all, and I learned that up here it's "Highway One", not "The One". My bad.
We know where you live and we're coming for you, ToS. Consider yourself warned.
It was great, the train method worked - we had, what, four avenues for mutual recognition ? - Buck's is pleasant. Sadly, no danceoff, despite several references to the glorious UnfoggeDCon by those as were there.
Buck's is a nice bar. I had never been before.
The last-car method worked great. Everyone was just as I expected, only with bodies and names! Great to get to meet people.
Everyone was just as I expected, only with bodies and names!
You expected them to be nameless and discorporate?
Are there places where Highway One is "The One" instead of PCH?
I don't think so. It's "PCH" here. You don't get a "the" appellation before the number unless you are a freeway, which PCH is not.
79 is mysterious. Are the ways of Irvine stranger than I had been led to believe?
"The One" has come out of my very mouth, Halford.
There's "the 101", "the 118", etc, so it's not all freeway. But I've never heard "take the one until you reach Sunset" or wherever.
!!!! Presumably this weird-ass lingo was ordered from on high by Don Bren. There is no other explanation.
The 101 is a freeway, so is the 118. Actually, the 101 SHOULD be called the Hollywood Freeway in parts and the Ventura Freeway in other parts, and is so called by decent people.
I refuse to call the 118 the "Ronald Reagan Freeway"
though, so that one just gets a number.
The 101 is a freeway now, sure. The 118 is not freeway west of where the free becomes (the) 22.
See also, the 126.
That should be freeway becoming 22. I don't know about the free. Reagan bound them to corporate America.
What do people say for 2 and 14?
As a non-native, I've never picked up all of the nuances of the "the" prefixing southern California ways.
People say "the 2" or, (if you are me or my daughter, who I am training in the ways of what's right in the world), the "Glendale Freeway."
I think people also say "the 14" or the "Antelope Valley Freeway" but now we're getting outside of my common usage zone.
My article- and number-using ways are actually all messed up after having spent six years in the SF bay area.
People do talk about the 8 and the 805, but puzzlingly it's usually just 395.
The 8 goes east and the 5 goes North/the merging nexus back and forth"
def the best San Diego freeway song.
My first year at Rutgers there was a second-year student in my program who was from LA and referred to Route 1 (i.e., US Highway 1, which runs through New Jersey) as "The One."
We did a limited version of the "the [xxx]" thing two years ago.
Indeed. To add a little comparative perspective, in NJ the standard way of referring to all highways and freeways is "Route [whatever]." So you have Route 18 (NJ state highway), Route 1 (US Highway), Route 95 (interstate), etc. This is probably the case in other states as well, but I've only heard it in NJ.
Out here we say "I-[whatever]" for interstates and just use the number for most other highways. (I'm not sure how universal the second part is, as I can't think of very many non-interstates that people refer to regularly.)
96, 97: Hmm, around here mostly "I-[x]" for interstates and a mix of just the number, "Route [x], or US/(or less commonly PA)-[x]. For roads that really don't rise to the level of a drivable road we use "The Turnpike". (To be fair, it has actually gotten better due to recent upgrades--with tolls to match, however).
I found the PA Turnpike pretty decent to drive on my recent trip, actually.
95: Sorry to miss that thread. The 110/105 interchange is truly lovely. Also here is the best on-ramp to the 10.
Pace Halford I think you can call PCH the 1, but only outside of urban areas. "I'm going to drive the 1 up the coast" makes sense, but you'd say "take the 10 til it spits you out on PCH."
I like that Halford is training his daughter to use the proper names. Hopefully she will also ride a bicycle with a large front wheel and only use artisanal internet service providers.
til it spits you out on PCH
LA is the cruelest city.
94 My first year at Rutgers there was a second-year student in my program who was from LA and referred to Route 1 (i.e., US Highway 1, which runs through New Jersey) as "The One."
"The One" sounds about right. It was my most constant companion for the last three years, despite some dalliances with, say, The Twenty-Seven.
The first time I laid eyes on Terry Lennox, he was covered in spittle and staggering down the PCH.
If you mean his guest appearance on Full House that's true for me also.
"The One" sounds about right. It was my most constant companion for the last three years, despite some dalliances with, say, The Twenty-Seven.
Seriously? Aside from this one guy, everyone else who I heard refer to those two called them Route 1 and Route 27.
Not seriously, no. Supposed to be some sort of joke about "The One" as a designation of significance. Don't mind me.
Ah, I see. That reading did occur to me as I was writing 94.
I want to sing the post title to this song.
Massachusetts has "the Pike", which if you think about it might be kind of weird. The rest of the interstates are just normal article-less numbers, though. Oh, and there's Route 9. And people occasionally call 93 south of the city the Southeast Expressway.
Massachusetts: there's also Route 2. Actually you can safely put "route" in front of most of them. But it's very shocking when anyone puts a "the" in front of anything but the Pike.
You can tell someone is my parents' generation or older if they call 95 (north of the city) 128. In fact that's how I was raised which is how I once accidentally ended up in New Hampshire for a job interview in Gloucester.