Comments on: subconscious

By: little gator

little gator — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 01:28:03 +0000

in the upper layer i saw a slug(THE BABY SNAIL WITHOUtEN ANY SHELLS TYPE), a unicorm, and an onion dome.

loer lavele, a humanoid wrapped in a large cloak and attackgin a vague shae.

first time since jan 13 i have a my pooter back. still no email or decent keyborad.

and a bronchitis that the doc hinted was almosr pneumonia.

By: hairball_of_hope

hairball_of_hope — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 04:13:42 +0000

@Kelli (#67)

No, you’re not chopped liver. You certainly knew the song and the group, but Kate asked for the *name* of the group. That’s why I waited. I was sure you would realize you hadn’t answered the question and would post again.

BTW, thanks for #55, that was a great explanation of arcane Senate rules about cutting off debate (cloture) with the 60 vote supermajority and the revised rules of fillibuster. I’m with the crowd who wants real fillibuster… get up there and read the phone book into the Congressional Record at 3AM for 40 hours straight if you want to obstruct a bill. At least that takes real work, and there’s always the chance that the other party can find a loophole in the wee hours and wrest control back via a procedural maneuver.

De-clique-ification note: Chopped liver (an acquired taste in my book) is/was a popular appetizer/side dish in Eastern European Jewish cuisine. The expression, “What am I, chopped liver?” means the person is miffed at being ignored or overlooked, i.e. being treated like a side dish and not the main course. For the foodies, chopped liver is basically liver pâté. It’s made with sautéed onions and hard-boiled eggs ground along with the broiled chicken livers (although some folks use raw onions).

By: Kelli

Kelli — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 19:58:21 +0000

@hairball (#65)… I am chopped liver! (See #63.)

By: --MC

--MC — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 17:29:59 +0000

Ah, Chicago Transit Authority. It was either their third or fourth album that was dedicated to “the Revolution”, which when I think about it these days either seems really opportunistic or optimistic, but either way makes me sad.

By: hairball_of_hope

hairball_of_hope — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 06:20:56 +0000

@Kate (#61)

Well, I waited for some other old fart to give the answer… Chicago Transit Authority, as the group Chicago was known on their first album. Someone official in Ginjoint’s hometown threatened to sue, so they changed their name to simply Chicago after the first album.

(… goes back to singing … “Does anyone really know what time it is, does anyone really care?”

By: Andrew B

Andrew B — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 03:41:31 +0000

Ellen, 48, that was fun. Sydney would like that poem.

By: Kelli

Kelli — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 01:55:06 +0000

Kate L., I don’t know if anybody really knows — or if anybody really cares. If so, I can’t imagine why; we’ve all got time enough to cry.

By: Kelli

Kelli — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 01:53:09 +0000

I would use that link, but unfortunately I live in one of those few states that elected a Republican Senator in 2008 and whose senior Senator is also Republican. So I have no one to call on in my state’s Senate representation.

The senior Senator for my state is actually, when left alone and not forced into following party lines in posturing and bloviating, one of the less obnoxious Republicans. More of an Eisenhower than a Reagan. Unfortunately, in today’s Senate there is no room among Republicans for being reasonable or moderate, and so he is just as bad as the rest of them.

By: Kate L

Kate L — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 01:42:45 +0000

I feel for my sisters and brothers in Massachusetts, but fear for our own future here after November when Sen. Sam Brownback of C-Street fame becomes (in all likelihood) our new governor. But sometimes sustenance comes from the least likley of sources… I was walking down the street (today)/ being pushed and shoved by people trying to beat the clock* when I looked up and saw a cafe blackboard ad for, you guessed it, MUFFALATTAS!!!! And, that’s what I had for lunch! IT was like old time in New Orleans, when I was a fresh-faced Kansan kid in the Big Easy, being introduced to a brand new world! I felt young again. The green olive paste is the key.

* – What 20th century rock group popularized these (approximate) lyrics?

By: DeLand DeLakes

DeLand DeLakes — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 22:29:19 +0000

I made good use of the link, Mags. If only Democrats rolled over half as quickly when the little people crack the whip as they do for the Rethugs.