Comments on: Timmerstugor http://meadsinsweden.wordpress.com/2008/08/27/timmerstugor/ Just another WordPress.com weblog Sun, 19 Jul 2009 19:32:08 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Jocelyn http://meadsinsweden.wordpress.com/2008/08/27/timmerstugor/#comment-21 Jocelyn Fri, 12 Sep 2008 04:37:57 +0000 http://meadsinsweden.wordpress.com/?p=17#comment-21 Tonight, I stuck a wooden skewer into a pan of brownies to see if they were done. That's as close to your new kind of work that I've ever gotten. Tonight, I stuck a wooden skewer into a pan of brownies to see if they were done.

That’s as close to your new kind of work that I’ve ever gotten.

]]> By: Jeff Dickson http://meadsinsweden.wordpress.com/2008/08/27/timmerstugor/#comment-11 Jeff Dickson Wed, 03 Sep 2008 04:58:20 +0000 http://meadsinsweden.wordpress.com/?p=17#comment-11 Hi guys: Sounds like you are getting all adjusted. Here however, I still catch myself starting to dial your number about things. Just yesterday, John Isle and I decided to go pay the Republicans a visit down in St. Paul and were calling up folks to fill up the van. Kurt, I actually started to dial your number. We got only one taker, Guthrie, who was thrilled to go on an adventure, even if it was only with us old farts. I thought about the provisions list for a while, actually found three full face respirators with chemical cartridges for that sweet smell of CS gas, several metal trash can lids for anti-baton deflectors, hard hats also for anti-baton deflection, and a big jar of ball bearings...just in case one is being pursued by a cadre of very large and hostile individuals...You wait right until they are breathing down your neck and then while racing away at top speed you pour the bearings out behind you on the ground. Great fun if you have never done it before. I had just enough bearings for John and I and figured Guthrie, being so youthful and fit, didn't need any help in the area of track and field. When we got to the State Capitol building we were met by thousands of other people all having similar ideas about how they wanted to greet all of the Republicans who had come to cajoul at the Excel Energy Center for four days. Their activities which were scheduled to begin on Monday, Labour Day, were delayed for a day due to severe atmospheric conditions down in Cajun Country. And it seems their fearless leaders, Herr Bu$h and Master Cheney were seeking shelter from the storm in some secret undisclosed location. Fortunately, FEMA's Brownie had long since lost his job and no one had to spend the night at Hotel Superdome. Without the primary guests of honor in attendance, I sensed that some of the pep was deflated from the sails of the conventioneer greeters, but everyone put on their best face or in some cases black ski masks and with pots, pans, drums, rocks, hammers and spoons pounding and banners and signs waiving proclaiming the various pleasantries, the ragtag, cheerful mob set out towards whatever awaited us. Due to the family nature of much of the crowd, John, Guthrie and I decided to leave our marching paraphenalia in the van so as to neither needlessly scare the children nor intimidate those gentlemen lining the parade route whose job was protecting us from those who may wish us harm. I must say, I felt a bit naked. But shortly after we got started, imagine our surprise when we spotted familiar faces in a crowd of such magnitude, but there right in front of us and behind the Code Pink Beauty Queens (I Miss America, I Miss Cleanair, I Miss Cleanwater, the twins: I Miss Peace and I Miss Freedom and I Miss Justice) was the Finland Contingency. Here was Rose, Ronnie, Honor, Amy, Rose's brother and sister and even an OCA employee from Mexico. We all enjoyed looking at the architecture along the route and chanting our words of welcome to the Republican guests. I felt sorry for our warrioresque traffic guards who linked arms the entire way to the Convention Center, dressed in heavy black armour, imperial storm trooper headwear, and goose stepping shining black jack boots, because it was so horribly hot and uncomfortable on that black asphalt and they looked so sad and bored for not being able to mingle with us. When we got to our destination we had caught a second wind and we sent our salutations to the visitors and then returned to the State Capitol for some good music and rousing commentary. I should mention that right behind us were some wonderful giant look-a-like puppet heads of none other than Darth Cheney, President Shrub, Condi and Rummie, all dressed in striking black and white pin stripes and tastefully chained together at the waist. Shrub was pulling his little dog Johnnie McSame behind him. This happy gathering was being escourted to a question and answer party at the Hague Neatherlands. When we got back to Finland and watched the local news, we saw that there had been some hooliganism on the part of some rowdy parade participants and a few hundred were given a room for the night courtesy of St. Pauls finest. It was strange that we had no inclination of any of this misbehavior from our vantage point. The Finlanders, to our credit, acted as any true ambassadors from Finland should act: courteous and polite as can be. Today, I found out that on this Thursday afternoon, at the Excel Center, the Republican Party is hosting a fundraiser featuring Jonnie McSame's running mate (hopefully not playmate) Sarah Palin and Condi Rice in a never seen before 5 round mudwrestling competition. Kind of makes you want to have more of those traditional family values, doesn't it. I hear the procedes will go to the great cause of helping Sarah Palin raise her unwed, 17 year old daughter's baby. Sarah really needs the money, for as govenor of Alaska she vetoed funds for the housing and education of teenage unwed mothers and their babies and she also did not support sex education classes that mentioned the sex act or which taught youths about contraception methods. The good mother she is taught her daughter the Bu$h absteinence method. Live and Learn I say. Kurt, you certainly left at an interesting time. Later, Jeff Hi guys: Sounds like you are getting all adjusted. Here however, I still catch myself starting to dial your number about things. Just yesterday, John Isle and I decided to go pay the Republicans a visit down in St. Paul and were calling up folks to fill up the van. Kurt, I actually started to dial your number. We got only one taker, Guthrie, who was thrilled to go on an adventure, even if it was only with us old farts. I thought about the provisions list for a while, actually found three full face respirators with chemical cartridges for that sweet smell of CS gas, several metal trash can lids for anti-baton deflectors, hard hats also for anti-baton deflection, and a big jar of ball bearings…just in case one is being pursued by a cadre of very large and hostile individuals…You wait right until they are breathing down your neck and then while racing away at top speed you pour the bearings out behind you on the ground. Great fun if you have never done it before. I had just enough bearings for John and I and figured Guthrie, being so youthful and fit, didn’t need any help in the area of track and field. When we got to the State Capitol building we were met by thousands of other people all having similar ideas about how they wanted to greet all of the Republicans who had come to cajoul at the Excel Energy Center for four days. Their activities which were scheduled to begin on Monday, Labour Day, were delayed for a day due to severe atmospheric conditions down in Cajun Country. And it seems their fearless leaders, Herr Bu$h and Master Cheney were seeking shelter from the storm in some secret undisclosed location. Fortunately, FEMA’s Brownie had long since lost his job and no one had to spend the night at Hotel Superdome. Without the primary guests of honor in attendance, I sensed that some of the pep was deflated from the sails of the conventioneer greeters, but everyone put on their best face or in some cases black ski masks and with pots, pans, drums, rocks, hammers and spoons pounding and banners and signs waiving proclaiming the various pleasantries, the ragtag, cheerful mob set out towards whatever awaited us. Due to the family nature of much of the crowd, John, Guthrie and I decided to leave our marching paraphenalia in the van so as to neither needlessly scare the children nor intimidate those gentlemen lining the parade route whose job was protecting us from those who may wish us harm. I must say, I felt a bit naked. But shortly after we got started, imagine our surprise when we spotted familiar faces in a crowd of such magnitude, but there right in front of us and behind the Code Pink Beauty Queens (I Miss America, I Miss Cleanair, I Miss Cleanwater, the twins: I Miss Peace and I Miss Freedom and I Miss Justice) was the Finland Contingency. Here was Rose, Ronnie, Honor, Amy, Rose’s brother and sister and even an OCA employee from Mexico. We all enjoyed looking at the architecture along the route and chanting our words of welcome to the Republican guests. I felt sorry for our warrioresque traffic guards who linked arms the entire way to the Convention Center, dressed in heavy black armour, imperial storm trooper headwear, and goose stepping shining black jack boots, because it was so horribly hot and uncomfortable on that black asphalt and they looked so sad and bored for not being able to mingle with us. When we got to our destination we had caught a second wind and we sent our salutations to the visitors and then returned to the State Capitol for some good music and rousing commentary. I should mention that right behind us were some wonderful giant look-a-like puppet heads of none other than Darth Cheney, President Shrub, Condi and Rummie, all dressed in striking black and white pin stripes and tastefully chained together at the waist. Shrub was pulling his little dog Johnnie McSame behind him. This happy gathering was being escourted to a question and answer party at the Hague Neatherlands. When we got back to Finland and watched the local news, we saw that there had been some hooliganism on the part of some rowdy parade participants and a few hundred were given a room for the night courtesy of St. Pauls finest. It was strange that we had no inclination of any of this misbehavior from our vantage point. The Finlanders, to our credit, acted as any true ambassadors from Finland should act: courteous and polite as can be. Today, I found out that on this Thursday afternoon, at the Excel Center, the Republican Party is hosting a fundraiser featuring Jonnie McSame’s running mate (hopefully not playmate) Sarah Palin and Condi Rice in a never seen before 5 round mudwrestling competition. Kind of makes you want to have more of those traditional family values, doesn’t it. I hear the procedes will go to the great cause of helping Sarah Palin raise her unwed, 17 year old daughter’s baby. Sarah really needs the money, for as govenor of Alaska she vetoed funds for the housing and education of teenage unwed mothers and their babies and she also did not support sex education classes that mentioned the sex act or which taught youths about contraception methods. The good mother she is taught her daughter the Bu$h absteinence method. Live and Learn I say. Kurt, you certainly left at an interesting time.

Later,

Jeff

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