Mad as in lunatic howling at the moon. I have always loved that notion and the visual it brings.
There is a town here in New Mexico named Los Lunas. I chuckle every time I drive through there. One of the state hospitals for the insane was there for many years (it's been closed for years now).
Aha, the perfect intro to tell my of my father's great stories, this one about lunacy (if it isn't so far off topic that it's going to be deleted before everyone can have a chuckle.)
Back in the days before cellphones and car phones, a guy was hurrying along a fairly deserted country road to a meeting that was really important for him. He got a flat tire, and had to stop in front of a big stone building with a high wall around it and a locked steel gate. In fact it was the insane aslylum. (Maybe there's a more PC name for it now but I don't know it.) So he opened his trunk and took out his spare tire, a jack and the tire nut wrench, jacked up the car, took off the hub cap and put it on the ground upside down. He then unscrewed the 5 nuts, put them in the hub cap, took off the blown tire and put on the spare, but while he was putting on the spare he accidently kicked the hub cap and all the nuts fell down a sewer that was right there.
"OMG!!" he said out loud. "What am I going to do now. I have to get to that meeting."
Then he heard a voice from behind the steel gate. "Got a problem there, huh bub?"
"I sure do."
"Well, I'll tell you what to do. Just take one nut off of each of your other three wheels and put them on this one. That'll hold the wheels on good enough."
When I was in college and I needed a little spending money, I would deliver flowers for a florist my family knew. Sometimes, and you would be surprised how often, the recipient of the flowers would say "I don't want those flowers". So, me being the goofy sort that I am, I would take them to the nursing home and pass flowers out one by one to the residents.
I enjoyed it more each time I did it and it made the little old ladies so very happy. I was hooked, but I didn't have a good, dependable supply of flowers. I began a clandestine operation surveying local cemeteries for new graves. Most all of the local cemeteries throw the flowers in the dumpster after the funeral is over. I would steal the flowers off the newly planted resident of the graveyard and take them to the nursing home to pass out.
I nearly got caught one day by a family who came back to the grave. I had to make the quickest get away in my little car. Scared, I was. But, I kept doing it for a long time.
Maybe. You should have seen me burning rubber out of the graveyard during my get away dash, gravel and dust flying with a car stuffed full of flowers. I was more careful after that.
Why do people thin[k] Buzz is a werewolf? Might I suggest laser hair removal?
When I worked as a waiter at a summer camp at age 18, I got beat out by only one guy for having the hairiest shoulders in the camp. The campers at my table always complained their soup was too salty, because when I carried in a big tray of hot steaming bowls of soup, I was sweating so profusely it was dripping into the bowls.
That was when I discovered that the best move one could make as kitchen staff was to make really good friends with the chef. When others were eating hamburger I was eating steak. I admit I have always been a dedicated carnivore (which could be because of my full moon propensity).
It's great to see that you're a positive thinker. I know of cases where notwithstanding dire predictions positive thinking has maintained remission for many many years.
Scrabble? I LOVE playing Scrabble. Problem is here in China most people don't have the English vocabulary to play it. Fortunately my nephew is here in the same city and he's a killer. I can hardly ever beat him. I know there's internet Scrabble but I don't love the game THAT much to get involved with the intracacies of it.
Okay, but then it's too easy for your opponent to be sitting with a dictionary in front of him. Besides, I have the best bag for the tiles, a dark purple soft cloth one with a gold drawstring and gold lettering on it - Seagram's Crown Royal (just the best Canadian rye whiskey). The bottle emptied a LOOOOONG time ago.
My wife does the internet Scrabble during breaks from developing class schedules, grading papers and recording day's activities - she is a whiz and scares me 'cause she's doing it in English all the while of complaining about not knowing much English (she's from Venezuela).
That was great. It was really rockin' by the end.
Even the most dangerous of critters hug.
Dog for lunch?
He being hugged ambiv. LOL, there is a series of them playing together.
For you Badfish.
Badfish says:
Kavika, that one would scare the shit out of me.
LOL, Buzz your part of the tribe now. He's your relative.
Oh, I hope he forgives me. Should I howl at the moon to beg for forgiveness. (It would be nice if I could SEE the moon through all this pollution.)
Now that would make a great visual. Buzz howling at the moon...
I do every time the moon is full. In the morning I turn back into a human.
I knew it Buzz, I knew it, I knew it...Your a Shape Shifter...
Nope, just a plain old everyday werewolf - that is, I were a wolf....
Back in my teenage past there were some girls who thought I was a wolf, so I 'were' a wolf.
A were wolf, a totally new meaning to the term Buzz. Your the man.
Sorry for derail ambiv...I loved the video.
Buzz is howling mad? I'm so confused.
Ah, Kavika. I don't think of it as a derail. We are here to have fun in spite of ourselves, sometimes.
Hehehehe, in spite of ourselves...
Oh I love this video, too! Thanks Ambi for the lovely memory!
If you mean "angry" by the word "mad", I'm not. But if you mean the other meaning, I may be.
Mad as in lunatic howling at the moon. I have always loved that notion and the visual it brings.
There is a town here in New Mexico named Los Lunas. I chuckle every time I drive through there. One of the state hospitals for the insane was there for many years (it's been closed for years now).
Oh, dearest ambi-- what a wonderful video and sentiment! Thank you for posting this for all of us. It's been a rough weekend.
MUCH love to you!
Aha, the perfect intro to tell my of my father's great stories, this one about lunacy (if it isn't so far off topic that it's going to be deleted before everyone can have a chuckle.)
Back in the days before cellphones and car phones, a guy was hurrying along a fairly deserted country road to a meeting that was really important for him. He got a flat tire, and had to stop in front of a big stone building with a high wall around it and a locked steel gate. In fact it was the insane aslylum. (Maybe there's a more PC name for it now but I don't know it.) So he opened his trunk and took out his spare tire, a jack and the tire nut wrench, jacked up the car, took off the hub cap and put it on the ground upside down. He then unscrewed the 5 nuts, put them in the hub cap, took off the blown tire and put on the spare, but while he was putting on the spare he accidently kicked the hub cap and all the nuts fell down a sewer that was right there.
"OMG!!" he said out loud. "What am I going to do now. I have to get to that meeting."
Then he heard a voice from behind the steel gate. "Got a problem there, huh bub?"
"I sure do."
"Well, I'll tell you what to do. Just take one nut off of each of your other three wheels and put them on this one. That'll hold the wheels on good enough."
"Of course! Hey, are you staff here?"
"Nope, I'm a patient"
"You're a PATIENT!!!"
"Sure, I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid."
Well Buzz, I did get a chuckle out of your story.
Here is a derail for you:
When I was in college and I needed a little spending money, I would deliver flowers for a florist my family knew. Sometimes, and you would be surprised how often, the recipient of the flowers would say "I don't want those flowers". So, me being the goofy sort that I am, I would take them to the nursing home and pass flowers out one by one to the residents.
I enjoyed it more each time I did it and it made the little old ladies so very happy. I was hooked, but I didn't have a good, dependable supply of flowers. I began a clandestine operation surveying local cemeteries for new graves. Most all of the local cemeteries throw the flowers in the dumpster after the funeral is over. I would steal the flowers off the newly planted resident of the graveyard and take them to the nursing home to pass out.
I nearly got caught one day by a family who came back to the grave. I had to make the quickest get away in my little car. Scared, I was. But, I kept doing it for a long time.
You know, I bet that most of those families would not have minded in the least.
Maybe. You should have seen me burning rubber out of the graveyard during my get away dash, gravel and dust flying with a car stuffed full of flowers. I was more careful after that.
Hmmm - looks like me til my first cup of coffee - really pizzed
Yeah, it is kinda ghoulish, isn't it? Sorry, jwc. You are right. Maybe I shouldn't have told the story.
Why do people thin[k] Buzz is a werewolf? Might I suggest laser hair removal?
When I worked as a waiter at a summer camp at age 18, I got beat out by only one guy for having the hairiest shoulders in the camp. The campers at my table always complained their soup was too salty, because when I carried in a big tray of hot steaming bowls of soup, I was sweating so profusely it was dripping into the bowls.
That was when I discovered that the best move one could make as kitchen staff was to make really good friends with the chef. When others were eating hamburger I was eating steak. I admit I have always been a dedicated carnivore (which could be because of my full moon propensity).
My favourite wolf is the fictional one in "Dances With Wolves". Is there REALLY a possibility that a wolf would bring food for a human?
That's quite the adventure you are on jwc. Take care of yourself.
May Creator continue to walk with you jwc - you have much to offer.
Good on you jwc. Happy to hear that your winning the battle.
It's great to see that you're a positive thinker. I know of cases where notwithstanding dire predictions positive thinking has maintained remission for many many years.
Scrabble? I LOVE playing Scrabble. Problem is here in China most people don't have the English vocabulary to play it. Fortunately my nephew is here in the same city and he's a killer. I can hardly ever beat him. I know there's internet Scrabble but I don't love the game THAT much to get involved with the intracacies of it.
Okay, but then it's too easy for your opponent to be sitting with a dictionary in front of him. Besides, I have the best bag for the tiles, a dark purple soft cloth one with a gold drawstring and gold lettering on it - Seagram's Crown Royal (just the best Canadian rye whiskey). The bottle emptied a LOOOOONG time ago.
Yeah - right
My wife does the internet Scrabble during breaks from developing class schedules, grading papers and recording day's activities - she is a whiz and scares me 'cause she's doing it in English all the while of complaining about not knowing much English (she's from Venezuela).
Don't you have to pay something to qualify to play?
I never liked playing any board games or cards, either. I'd rather be out doing something.
They're recommended for people like me approaching senility in order to keep our minds functioning.