posted on August 31, 2000 09:11:28 AM new
The Mercedees was a disappointment--now with the jeep convertible I thought that was going somewhere interesting, even a streetcar would have had promise, but to be at the mercery of a menaigerie will never result in any literary independence. I still have high hopes though.
posted on August 31, 2000 09:29:59 AM new
As always, you see to the hart of it all. I'm banking on vehicular failure, and being a fashion-forward pooch on the nipping edge of all things trendy, she'll scale her way up the mountainside for a rendevous with her solemate. I can just see her, backpack stuffed with ziploc bags full of her unmentionables, crampon between teeth, clawing her way up the slop in nothing but a slip. It's "Maggie, Dog on a Hot Incline." Who wouldn't have hope?
- Pareau
posted on August 31, 2000 11:01:50 AM new
Time to turn this into a Southern food thread.
I have a favorite place to dine. It has the best Dog-Gone fried Cat-fish in the world.
As the story goes...Keelboatmen and flatboatmen carved Natchez-Under-The Hill into their destinies. From all points on the Ohio River and the upper regions of the mighty Mississippi, this brawling, brawny, bawdy breed keeled or poled their way downriver to sell their sassafras, tobacco and peltry at the Natchez Landing. These boatmen continuously engaged in the most outlandish kinds of fighting - from gouging out eyes to biting off ears to rough and tumble fisticuffs, claiming this kept them physically tough to keel, pole,bushwhack or cordelle their boats on the arduous journey back upriver. The toughest man aboard each boat was called the "Cock Of The Walk" and to signify his rank among his peers, he wore a red turkey feather in his hat. It became an unwritten custom that one red feather must challenge another the moment they met. Thus the arrival of a large fleet meant many a bloody fight in Natchez-Under-The-Hill.
Now sometimes I do drive over to Natchez but there is one much closer overlooking the water at the Ross Barnett Reservoir. Nice place for great Southern Fried Catfish.
posted on August 31, 2000 11:02:05 AM new
Yes, I am at the top! I have conversed privately with my soul-mate Chisholm. He is so poetic so sensitive so full of lust. You can be oh so literary if you like. You read words on dusty pages, go ahead! But passion is what you all lack, passion, heat, desire, fire, flame, life. You cannot ignite your soul, you are powerless but your frail egos urge you on to be some sort of master of somthing. I stand by a quote from Flannery O'conner - the more they know, the less they can do - as she refers to intellectuals-pasty skin, bleeding noses and endless sexual frustration. I had many beautiful erotic dreams and feelings that came to me from the trees and the stars in the universe. Chisholm says that our love flows from the "web of nature" and we were destined to know each other. It is such truth. I love him, I am in love with him Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
posted on August 31, 2000 11:24:14 AM new
Stockticker you are just sooooo jealous, you don't know Chisholm. You keep trying to act like you do but you don't. You could only wish somthing this enticing could happen to you...Irene
posted on August 31, 2000 11:32:59 AM new
Why is artdoggy saying "Ahhhhhhhhhhh"? I thought the tongue depressors were on another thread. What is Terri doing here? I thought she had a history of going ballistic about used panties on eBay. And why is she posting ads about a catfish shack? Is she endorsing the restaurant, or the relationship? Interesting...
posted on August 31, 2000 11:51:25 AM new
Parny, I did not post anything about the catfish shack, that was JT! Although I am a friend of the family that orginally started the restaurant in Natchez. As far as Chisholm being kicked off, it is so commonplace that the HERO of a situation is often be villainized by the mediocre. He stood for somthing, HYPOCRISY...he is so noble and true, that he would put his posting privlages on the line for me, he he such a HERO, a KNIGHT in SHINING ARMOUR, slaying dragons with various posting titles. He is the winner, even if he is not here to post, he won. He is Sir Walter Raliegh, gallantly presenting his cape to cover the mud which I must endure here. He is so hip, so cool, and so hot.
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