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Now, things militant, vice naval

I've been remiss in my posting duties regarding things Commonwealth, despite the best efforts of my handler in the Forces. And while the post title suggests otherwise, there will be a Naval tie-in here, as well.

First - there is this nicely done report on the Battle of Moreuil Wood, which I was supposed to post I think in consonance with some regimental commemoration of the Strathcona's, but somehow, the cheque has gone missing, so I'm a little late. It *is* a good read about Canadian Cavalry in action in WWI, regardless. And, lest we forget - they still stand in Harm's Way - as an ally of the United States.

The Strathcona's can be a fun bunch... see how they deal with illegal parking?

Captain H also keeps me supplied with interesting obituarys of ordinary warriors who have done extraordinary things. And, frankly, nothing beats Brit Obits.

First, Commander Peter Meryon:


Commander Peter Meryon , who has died aged 84, was the first naval officer in the Second World War to salvage secret documents from an enemy submarine; later he was to find himself on the wrong end of an attack by a secret German guided aircraft.

The secret aircraft referred to here is the Mistel.

Read the obit for the details - but I found it fascinating that even after the war - people had trouble believing his story:

This incident first came to public light in 1988 when Meryon wrote to The Telegraph's Peterborough column. Initially, the Imperial War Museum was sceptical, believing that the Germans had no such capability; but then a researcher interviewed some German pilots who had been involved, and a book about these bombers was published in 2000.

Go figure. The full obituary is here.

The next obituary concerns regards Bobby Wills, scion of privilege who still served (a concept somewhat lost on that crowd these days - at least in the US). And how many of us with any significant length of service don't have a story similar in tone to this?

Back in England, Wills was in the leading vehicle when his brigade made a night move from Salisbury to Warminster. In the darkness, uncertain whether he was going the right way, he stopped at a small group of men standing beside the road to ask. "You are on the right road," their spokesman confirmed.

"How do you know?" Wills pursued, "are you a local?"

"No. I am not."

"Then how can you be sure?"

"Because I am Major-General Fox-Pitt commanding the brigade," came the answer.

Read the rest here.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I say to you, Peter Merton, and Bobby Wills.

Lastly, to wrap up a story from last week - we offer this.

You can do avalanche control Utah-style, or you can do avalanche control in Canada-style (scroll down to avalance patrol).

A Battery Det #1 firing at an avalanche on the first day of firing, shooting over 100 targets, firing approx. 142 rounds in 7 hours.

That is a shooting opportunity any cannoneer would die for!

CAPT H. does me a service with these missives, which is why I don't get too picky about the late payment for the Lord Strathcona's Horse ads.

That last sentence is going to get me mercilessly flogged and fact-checked...


221 Comments

"... for the Lord Strathcona's Horse": the 'the' is bad form since "Lord Strathcona" is a proper name, similarly with "Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry" and "Her Majesty's Canadian Ship". If one finds it imperative to use 'the', then "the Strathconas" would be appropriate. And my ******* email is down!! Cheers JMH
 
hmmmm.... dunno why the Mistel story would be discounted. Luftwaffe records examined after the war show that Mistel operations against Allied shipping off the coast of France commenced on June 24, 1944. Targets were attacked by flare-light and scored four-for-four, though no ships were claimed sunk. Mistel ops after this were largely abortive, with many casualties suffered and little damage inflicted (including strikes at bridges over the Neisse and Rhine rivers). But there was nothing secretive about the Mistel ops once the units were flying combat missions (mostly KG 200 and KG 30). The type was known to Allied flyers and Intelligence, and intercepting pilots were instructed to concentrate fire on the fighter- this resulted in the jettison of the bomber component and a lack of guidance to the target, as the German pilot was fighting for his life and had no time to guide the missile. The Mistel was an effective weapon under conditions allowing the fighter pilot to release his charge in ideal circumstances, and after which he had the leisure time to guide the bomber to it's target. In late '44 and early '45 this was rarely the case... Ahhh don't get me started ;)
 
Perseverance... yes, a good thing, but can lead to au- I mean artistic perseveration on all the neat, cool kinds of guns, and shells, and propellants, and fuzes, and insignia, and carriages, and limbers, and horses, and... Uh, sorry. Dint mean to get carried away, there, but that badge is right fascinating to look at, what with the mining tools, and the guys in the canoe, and [WHACK!] Yipe! Uh, sorry, as I was saying, yeah, the Mistel was pretty cool, and had some of the biggest hollow-charge warheads ever made, but I fancy the double-He-111 (z) glider tugs as the weirdest, funkiest airplanes the Krauts built. Excepting maybe that interceptor glider.
 
The Heinkel Zwilling was an odd bird, alright. But the US built the F-82... here's my candidate for weird-and-wonderful - the Blohm und Voss 141
 
Oh, Yeah! It met the spec better than any competitor! (visibility, mostly) The asymmetry had no noticable effect on its flying qualities, but they didn't get a production contract because, I suspect, it was funny-lookin', and nobody wants to be laughed at by friend, or enemy, 'specially if he's jest a junior recce and liaison pilot.
 
Y'all can read it in the linked Torygraph article, but I'll just quote a bit, here; What they wrote about Commander Meryon - "...kind, fatherly...before such positions became professionalised and politically correct..."
 
To Messrs Meryon and Wills: Bottoms Up! Here's to ya! See ya in hell! (hic) No, really, I mean it. Dammit! I ain't going to Heaven, estimating from my previous behavior and current bad attitude. Save me a place by the fire, guys.
 
Whoops, did I actually write the above? Time to stop drinking and hang up the modem. Meryon and Wills obviously go to Heaven, if there be such a place. I do fear, and suspect, that *I* may go to "the other place." What I wanna know is, if I'm such a sinner, how come I'm not having any fun in *this* life? Is it my Celtic temperament?
 
Dude - yer in a bad way tonight, when all you have to do is keep yourself company in the Castle Reading Room. At least Neffi stopped by. Prolly oughta lock up the liquor cabinet though. Dammit! Were-Kitten stole the keys *again*!~
 
Well, lessee, John - you gave me a pass on the spelling error (Strahcona's vice Strathcona's, now fixed) but busted me for "...for the Lord Strathcona's Horse"... when you faild to account for the fact that the "the" refers to the "ads" as in: "...for the Lord Strathcona's Horse ads". We could drop the 'the' altogether and still hold together linguistically, but I stand by what I typed. Southern John 2. Northern John, 0. (for this post, anyway)
 
*hick* Who, me? You know I never touch that stuff! hehe...*sneeks away to corner clutching Castle keys and bottle of Mt. Gay Rum*
 
Shite, woman! If yer gonna steal my liquor, you can at least share it!~ Besides, Bill's kitten-whipped and off in Connecticut with Mrs. Bill, and you don't want to have Neffi find you here drunk and passed out - he's got two strikes - tanker and flier. There's not a decent bone in his body... Oh, geeze, no weak 'bone' jokes, now, 'k - now that we're ruined this nicely respectful post... sorry Commander Meryon. *rustle* *scan* Oh, carp - it was my fault this thread capsized!
 
Hmmmmmmm... Here, Kitty Kitty... come share with nice Mr. Neffi... [dons tinfoil halo]
 
Hi, guys! Hello...? Anybody home...? *hears rustling and giggling down the hallway, but otherwise silence*
 
The sound of free-floating mammaries *always* attracts me, ma'am. Middle-aged man disease.
 
"Free-floating mammaries?" Should I be insulted or complimented? It's so confusing sometimes... *sigh*
 
Most definately a compliment!
 
Confusing? HAH! You should try figgering out if the British M1842 constabulary bayonet will fit on the short Land Musket- sheesh, without having the musket!! [mutters and heads for the beer locker] But Lioness- how nice, we missed you the other night [aside- I gotta adjust these sights]
 
If I thought SWWBO would let me - there would a mandatory topless zone in the Castle. Of course, the high-school/college age male population of the Castle would skyrocket. Hmmmm. Never mind.
 
Well, shoot John- I'm topless now... wuz the problemo?
 
Sigh. Just sigh.
 
I can post a link, if you like... heh
 
Please, do! ;)
 
What's the sigh for, John? And Neffi, you should be glad I wasn't there. You saw what I did to Bill... ;)
 
FBL- sounded liked a compliment to me, chickie, revel in it! Um ... John, ya don't really want us all to be topless, do ya? You REALLY want something else, tell the truth!! (Carp - I need another Cosmo with the Gray Goose to keep flyin' at this level!)
 
Barb - they're *all* good. There are only ugly (in spirit wimmin attached). I'll take that hot tub pic you mentioned... FbL - the sigh was for Neffi's offer to me.
 
Which I haven't taken yet, BTW. Hmm - "Here Hubster, take this pic of me so I can torture John with it, please, dear." Yeah ... right!
 
Well, jus' cuz the ladies insist
 
Well, I got no hubby, so it shouldn't be a problem. Unfortunately, I'm here ALL alone... :(
 
Heheheheheh. Well, if *you* ever do ask the hubster - please have the camera rolling!
 
Ahh, Neffi - you really need to cut down on the 'roids, dude!
 
*drooooooooooool*
 
Like *that* ever fit in a hatch!
 
Good point, Barb. FbL - WARNING DANGER WARNING DANGER! And yer only physically alone, lots of us here spiritually.
 
[squeaky voice] 'Roids?? I refuse to answer that question, Senator... I don't wanna talk about the past
 
Now, now - not an accusation, just concern! We don't want you going overboard or anything ;-)
 
Leetle tiny huevos, Neffi. That's the price you pay. Little tiny huevos.
 
[squeak] Well, I ain't bin using 'em lately anyhoo, Bubba
 
*disappointed expression*
 
*disappointed expression*
 
Oh, patent play for sympathy! FbL - be strong, resist! Thank heavens Barb is protected!
 
Now now, Lioness, it's not the huevos that count, it's the spatula... rrowwr
 
Okay, where's the nearest one-seat chandelier?
 
As in, occupied my be alone.
 
Yes, I'm tongue-tied. No need to point it out, thank you!
 
Why, over here, Tawny One... allow me to adjust your seat for you {slipping in clever double-etendre)
 
Now Neffi, having to point out a double entendre kills it!
 
Sigh. I give up. Have a good time, kids.
 
oop! Neffi! hi sweetie! um....i was...bizzy. yeah! bizzy. *hick*
 
Neffi - What are you doing to her seat?? Hmmm - Lioness, I wonder if the Chandeliers are quite secure? And were did the Were-Kitten go, as well?!
 
Is the rita-matic running or did were-kitten run off with all the juice? I could use a nice pink beverage about now. Neffi, watch the fingerprints on that chandelier!
 
*slides down bark-covered stripper pole in the corner and saunters over to neffi* hey baby- hang here often? * HI BARB! whatcha doin?*
 
Kiddo, I can kill a D-E like nobody's binness. I shall refrain, in the futcher, um footch, uh from now on. KITTY! Anything left in that bottle?! You hootchie beast...
 
heeeyyy neeefi kitty can lick any likker around....hick *wraps luxurious tail around neffi's neck*
 
...Kitty, 'hangin' is where I got my rep...
 
I brought a new bottle of Padron for the margueritas. Personally I'm having Cosmopolitans, with Gray Goose L'Orange - if anyone cares to join me!!
 
>hzz can say 'hangin' and still be PG-17??
 
*passes Punc a frothy pink 'rita*
 
Barb, you got any coffee back there. It looks like it is gonna be long night.
 
Barb, you got any coffee back there. It looks like it is gonna be long night.
 
neffi, darlin'... I thought you got that rep from Swingin', not just Hangin'.....
 
Takes large swig of pretty pink rita Longer than I think. I'm posting double already!
 
oooooooooooooooooh... Lioness, Were Kitty, AND Barb, all to myself... mmmmmmm [waxes mustache, uncorks Old Spice bottle] HELLlloooo, girls...
 
*scrubs old spice from squeak and douses him with something more appealing...like tuna oil*
 
I'll take a cosmo, please. Have Neffi bring it up.
 
...and Punc too- my cup runneth over [grabs paper towels]
 
Well, you know. I'm trying to cut back on the likker. Makes me do crazy things, like body piercings...
 
Yo, Neff - gotta watch them cookies dude - that or stay in character. Bill's gonna skool U when he sees that...
 
...surrounded by body-pierced YaYas, I relax on the satin sofa, awaiting my due... [opening door to abuse mmmmm]
 
Hey there Punc! I guess I better hang out or the ratio is going to be entirely tooo much in Neff's favor. He might even get lucky, and I'd hate to see his tie straighten out. Beside's, while I know Punc and Barb can handle themselves, I owe it to Hubster and Rammer to keep it so they don't have to bail 'em out for smackin' Neff down... but if that happens, someone film it, 'k?
 
Dibs on front row seat for Bill skoolin'...maybe he'll use the paddle...oh, i love it when he uses the paddle on me when i'm bad
 
Dude - FIX YER NICK!
 
I'll fix your...oh, you said "nick"
 
Cookies? Wot? I don't need schooling from Chief- I can get into my own hairy sityooashions, um sisheatons, er... trouble
 
You'll notice I didn't offer to protect Were-Kitten - I know a waste-a-time when I run into it enough times... ;D
 
ooooooh and the thought of hairy trouble at Castle Arrgh makes my nick change form...
 
Dangit, gals, I was (sorta, kinda, prettymuch) serious! Owhell, might as well go with the flow; I have just now doffed shirt and undershirt, and am now inspecting "man-boobies", AKA "boy titties." Seems OK. Even with all of the Budweiser consumption, and being older than 50, I betcha I could still get away with an A cup, or even a training bra!
 
*getting bored and wandering away...*
 
Sorry for the delay, Lioness - Nice Cosmo with sugared rim right here for you!
 
Satin? Satin? I'll have you know Were-Kitten paid extra for sil... Oh Sat In. The new ones haven't arrived. *saunters over to rita-matic and gives it a poke until the juice turns the right shade* Don't worry 'bout Rammer. He'll be along shortly.
 
Were-Kitten, What's this about body piercings?? Do tell!
 
Neffi - yer losing your grip on FbL. JTG - here's a full bottle of EverKleer, just knock it all back like a good boy and go to sleep. Please.
 
heh yer a witty wench, Punc... and I'll bet you have a lot to do with Rammer being a long, shortly...
 
Barb- Were-Kitty was naughty this weekend and got her belly button pierced. Apparently it's linked the imagination of men all over the world now... *fusses with cute little gold bb barbell* OUWWWCCHHH remind me NOT to fiddle with that sucker for a day or two!
 
Rammer at a comment party? I *am* blessed!
 
Has anyone besides me noticed that the girls here seem to be chattier, and quicker to respond, than we boys are? It's not *Fair*, I tell you!
 
john- check your email
 
JTG - I thought we agreed no tellin on ages! *grin*
 
Don't start counting yet John. He's gotta sort out the bb team first and that could take all summer.
 
...girls, quick to chatter?! Oh ye gods... what next???!!!
 
Easy there, Kitten - don't cause yourself pain! That's pretty cute. I can only Imagine that the guys are intrigued ;-)
 
JTG- Girls are always....chatty. Some are quick, and some take more time to come around, but we are always catty- er, i mean chatty...
 
Barb- hehe. definately uncomfortable, but nothing a day or two won't take care of! I think it's really cute too, btw.
 
Meow! You go girl ;-)
 
hmmmmmmmmm... it does taste like gold, Kitty [kneels at your feet, your faithful servant]
 
JTG - "d-uh" statement, dude.
 
Of course, the other night Neffi and Bill were holding the verbal fort down without any female assistance ;-)
 
Neffi - eewwwwww! It's fresh so it's still, well, *leaky*
 
Barb - they got called for an "excessive bonding" penalty!
 
Neffi! I had no idea you were a prospector! Do I need to start calling you Yukon Cornelious now? *breaks out into rendition of "silver and gold*
 
Enough with the piercing stuff or I will have to start my dangers of piercing lecture and no one wants to hear that one again. *spuds (and several hundred students) roll eyes and say yeah yeah we know!*
 
Now Barb, Bill and I simply wanted to have an intelejint, um... intellergint, uh- smart discussion. And the Lovely Ladies of Castle Arrgh were absent- which ellevaited, uh... enerviate, um... didn't do much for us
 
Punc, This IS a navel post right? Oh...navY post....nevermind. Nothing to see here- go back about your business...
 
John - you mean there are limits here??? Huh - whoda thunk?
 
Neffi - it's okay .. really ... You don't have to explain at all. *snicker*
 
orange you cute!
 
Punc - what an interesting topic... um, please skip it - or better yet, post it and we'll link! Yeah, that's the ticket!
 
hehe... see previous 'witty wench' post, Kitty
 
Jeez....and to think I could have had them to myself! sigh....missed out on that little party! excessive bonding...nice visual....EW!
 
Yes, yes there is. No male full frontal nudity (take it to a side room) and no obvious insertion... (see above). Violence is okay - but ya hafta clean up after.
 
Don't do it, Punc - he's just looking for easy posting material again ;-) On second thought, do it - I need some as well! John - did you like the clock link I posted yesterday?
 
Yes, Were-Kitten, it was not really pretty. Good thing John broke them up. JTG - Where'd you go, dude? A quick comment on the verbosity of the Sisterhood, and you ran away?
 
*takes another swig of pretty pink beverage* The problem with piercings... Yawn... already putting myself to sleep! You guys are old enough to know better and not care. It is too late in the day for parasites and viruses. 'sides the alcohol fumes around here will probably kill anything moving. Just stay away from that lysol stuff. There are enough superbugs around here already!
 
Argghhh!!! I get tested on the *one* link I didn't click through on. Yer related to Punctilious, aren't ya? (she's a teechur in kollidge)
 
I tried to help the guys out, Barb. Bill yelled out for WOMEN, and I *did* respond. Apparently I was too late to party though....sigh.
 
Tee hee! It's Fun to give pop-quizzes to gauge the alertness of the students ;-)
 
JTG was stripping and admiring his boobs. I gave him a bottle of EverKleer and told him to slam it. He's asleep behind the couch, where the drain is (I installed that after Neffi and FbLs last soiree back there) so that if he hurls, we can just hose it down the drain. But we needed to shut him up!
 
Phoey on pop quizzes. I just take attendence!
 
A DRAIN?! oh thanks John, now I know what that was... sheesh, no wonder Lioness eloped with JTG...
 
Punc - you have a cruel streak! I LIKE that!
 
attendance here seems to be mandatory. who's calling the roll? i'm off to get a martini, y'all keep it rolling while i'm busy, ok?
 
oh Punc... take me!!!!
 
Just tell me the drain isn't directly connected to the moat. People with and without scruples seem to end up swimming there on a regular basis.
 
Hi Rammer! Glad you came to join the party :-)
 
Roll call! Kaiser Hoagie Cloverleaf Dinner
 
Rammer - What kind of martini are you seeking? Traditional, or something with a special twist? We were enjoying some Cosmo's a while ago - my specialty.
 
Rammer's gonna analyze you into a puddle, dude! Don't mess wit' da Punc!
 
Barb. PLEASE don't get him started! He can go on about the perfect martini longer than I can discuss parasites.
 
The drains go to the septic field, after going through the shredder, for the spare spammer parts that make it through the moat-monster-food-deboner.
 
Potato Croissant Buttermilk Sourdough
 
Hmmm, that would be an interesting counter-point! A traditionalist, then, I'm guessing :-)
 
Well that's a relief.
 
Has anyone ever done a blood alcohol level on the moat monster?
 
The tank crushing the car reminds me of a stunt they pulled at the Reno Air Races. They would announce that a car was parked in a fire lane and had to be moved. After a while they would announce the car was being moved to an area in front of the grandstand. A chopper then appeared, carrying a sedan out to centerfield. They then said "Oops" and the car dropped free from about a thousand feet AGL. Makes a nice show.
 
(Sigh). This thread is getting torpedoed even more than that other one. Sorta like this: One Type 93 in a magazine, and two more in the same fireroom.
 
Punc - Who wants to try and stick a needle in it to get the blood sample??
 
Well, no. But he's pretty tough, and none of the Watchtower types have ever made it to the portcullis. They started sending their kids over, but he just bats 'em back with a flick o' the tail.
 
I always wondered what happened to that old ford. The folks at all the towing agencies swore it wasn't them but they'd be glad to charge me $100/day storage charges just in case they were wrong.
 
Oooh, Walt - I like that!
 
tonight's fare is a classic (http://www.blogoram.com/000985.php). Bombay Sapphire Gin, jalapeño stuffed green olives, shaken with a whisper of dry vermouth. how are the airplanes Beth, i'm off to Louisville tomorrow. any suggestions?
 
I meant to send a link, there, but it didn't work. Have to do something else, now. Nite, all!
 
Walt - That does sound like fun! JTG - Is there meant to be a link in the line "One Type 93 in a magazine, and two more in the same fireroom" ??
 
Just need a jar of his halitosis and a bellows. There has to be a bellows in the castle some place.
 
Wait. Explain before you go!!!
 
Oooh, martooni resipees...
 
Over in the smithy, of course. And down in the basement, where the furnace gnomes handle the heat.
 
Furnace gnomes? Do I want to know?
 
Rammer - that sounds yummy! I like the olive stuffed with jalapeno better than blue cheese, since I don't like bc to begin with!
 
There's another big one in the ice house, where the ice gnomes handle refrigeration and a/c in the summer months.
 
The little ugly hunchbacked spuds who tend the Castle fires - and the bellows is used to distribute the waste heat in the winter months - to the Sauna and hot tub areas all year.
 
I also like garlic and habanero stuffed olives - in fact, I got my first ones up at Fort Lewis!
 
Yow - habaneros will kill you if you aren't careful! I'm not that brave *shudder*
 
Good thing they don't party like the rest of the denizens.
 
What, the habaneros ? *grin*
 
Well, actually, they do - but I try to keep 'em busy when you guys are around. They're pretty handsy - ever seen a gnomish woman?
 
Have you ever seen gnomes drunk on habaneros?
 
...and speaking of hot men fanning the flames... I gotta go. NO, no- no begging, my darlings; I can't stay. But as Big Doug once said... " I shall return". [hugs and kisses all round, restricted to those with demonstrable hooters-excluding JTG] toodles...
 
bon sewer mister
 
"gnomes drunk on habaneros" That would be an interesting sight! John keeps them too busy, I've never noticed them sober, much less drunk.
 
Why thank you, he said - I'm proud of our cloaca 'round here!
 
Gotta stop trying to use them fancy furrin words while drinking pink-ritas. *Switches to gin*
 
Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee! *stench of habanero wine* All the girls suddenly feel little gnarly hands on the hooters! *sound of running feet* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee - dopplers into the distance. There. Now you know why I let them party in the third sub-basement and not 'round here!
 
John I told you I don't like chickens!
 
No worries - they aren't fowl. They're merely foul.
 
heh ... and he says he has no imagination - Ha!
 
I KNOW that. John that link will be on the midterm!
 
Some people will call anything art... Barb - having alter egos (even foul little ones) has gotten me more hooter samples than I could ever score in real life without going to jail!
   
John - Yer in danger now ... the professor is is full academic mode :-)
   
Getting felt-up by gnomes does that to academics.
 
Naw... I'd have to spell check all those three syllable words... greater anxiety than can be tolerated concomittant with collective linkage and at a greatly reduced level of satisfaction as the level of punctilious decreases in the erlenmyer or is if florence?
 
What'd she say?
 
This is my life... married, hanging out with married chicks... all the hot young 'uns are gone. Does it get any better? No silly games to play!
 
Hmmm, the gin ain't helping, Punc!
 
Nope that just gets the gnomes thrown out for harrassement... It is academia afterall.. no wait... are gnomes on the list of underserved underrepresented??? That would get them a promotion to full professor and likely a Soros endowed chair.
 
Who said what about what?
 
Beats me! Endowed. Now there was a bad word to use in this crowd.
 
Geez - did we just get slighted? Either I'm not hot, or not young, or both... *sigh* Where's Bill when I need him ;-)
 
Must be the latter - no one has complained. In fact, I note some of the older Denizen-Chicks tend to hang around the Third Sub-basement... hmmmm
 
I think we was dissed baby!
 
Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee! See ya at the next faculty conclave, Punc!
 
Not at all - it was the young 'uns who got slighted... I like my chicks seasoned... I did marry an "Older Woman"
 
I gotta start checking the number on the elevator before I get off. Whatever perfesser. I'm not gonna be the one wearing regalia in the sweatshop I mean graduation processional. Low rank has its privileges.
 
Hee Hee! You tell him, Punc! I'm off for a few - I'll check in with y'all later...
 
Well, I'll hang with *part* of that statement...
 
Faculty meetings are deadly. Wake me up when its over.
 
Wha?? Huh? which part? What statement?
 
I dunno, either - that's why I asked! I'm afraid West Coast Barb may come back to find Central Time Zone Denizens MIA. Cya guys on the morrow!
 
zzzzzzzzzzz thump. *face hits desk. Indelibly stamped with doodles from notes on session*
   
i too found that the allure of the "older woman" was irresistible. In a similar theme, a friend of mine coined a phrase, "A young woman is decorative, but impractical." He's pretty smart too.
 
*sigh* Punc is out cold, and everybody else is gone. That's what I get for running off at this time of night. And Sgt B hasn't shown up, so I guess I shall head for the hills myself...
 
Well now that cleared it up.
 
*flicks tail and pouts in corner* *sniff sniff* Were-Kitten is the Castle Denezin baby....married, and young....WHAAAAA
 
Darn it. I'm NOT old. merely aged to perfection!
 
Kitten is in Eastern Standard Time- and you Central pukes are hitting the road? Boy...you ARE old.... *runs away, ears flat back against my head*
 
Gotta try and find that hour they took away last night.
 
And now you know the real reason faculty meetings go on so long. I fell asleep an hour ago and am still talking... err... typing. We're about to congratulate ourselves on a fine meeting and set a time for the next one 'cause we haven't managed to actually accomplish anything at this one.
 
Punc- I was so screwed up last night I set my clock an hour BACK, so I feel two hours off due to rushing around this morning! Good thing my "body clock" was on, and woke me up at the right time. LOL
 
I feel for you. I really don't like to spring ahead, but the fall back... now that is cool! Kinda like coming home from a trip back East.
 
Hey, girls! I thought the night was over ... glad to see you're still here!
 
Seems like a good opportunity for some girl talk while they are all out!
 
Shame Bad Cat didn't show up tonight. I took her to lunch for her birthday on Friday ;-) Were-Kitten - how come you're still awake? You a night owl, chickie?
 
poor Were-Kitten, to be twice as far behind the times is no fun. get yourself another drink to recover from that. after all you're going to feel bad in the morning anyway.
 
Watch out for those martinis Rammer is mixing, Were-Kitten. That stuff is potent!
 
And now I'm "decorative yet impractical"! HMPF! *turns away and takes refuge in jungle-theme break out room*
 
ZZZzzzzzz... Ok that is it for me. Coffee and waffles in the morning if I can find the right thread.
 
JTG - The linky thing led to a page not found... Try again?
 
JTG - Is this the link you were trying to share : http://www.dcfp.navy.mil/cgi-bin/WarGalleryPop.cgi?id=208
 
*sigh* There they go again. Off to bed...
 
Hi, Barb. You still there?
 
Yes, Barb, that's it exactly. USS Helena, the hits that sank her, with bragging remarks that 4 (four) men escaped from one fireroom. Three Long Lances in one ship, two of them in the same compartment, is very like the Scruples and Bedoodlewhoopies all descending upon the Donovans at once; even skilled, brave damage control folks can only do so much, when the damage is so bad that it is impossible to maintain stability, no matter how much pumping you do.
 
I'm still here!
 
JTG - It's a dramatic graphic, to say the least!
 
There are many more like it at that site. Check out the bomb damage to Marblehead, and the rather sickening (when you think about it) drawings of the battle damage to the destroyers. Weapons that can kill ships can do tremendous splatter with humans' soft, pink bodies.
 
Am starting to yawn severely, so must take my leave. No doubt, I'll wake up screaming a bit later with an Ironbottom Sound nightmare, but whatthehell, as Mehitabel used to say. 'night, all!
   
Punc - it ain't just faculty meetings that fit that description... Were-Kitten - just remember, decorative, yet impractical is a sign of wealth! Barb - you're startin to sound Python-ish... "I'm not dead yet!" JTG - the big difference between a scrup'l-whoopie assault and 3 Long Lances... I close the window and the nightmare goes away... 'Morning Everyone!' he said with a chipper dash he didn't feel... Carp - whatami gonna post today?
 
*Carefully checks number on elevator to make sure not on geezer floor* (And I thought it confusing when all I knew about was a long hallway with lots of doors!) Waffles coming up but you'd better make your own coffee. What I brew is completely random and methinks you all will need the goodstuff today.
 
Mayan Onyx is in the pot right now - use Bad Cat Robot's stasis pot so that it doesn't keep cooking, and never loses temp until poured...