Monday, October 6, 2008

Identity Theft


Is it really only 25 years ago to the day since I had all my skin flayed off by that gang of drunken youths joyriding in a combine harvester?


No, wait a minute — that was someone else.

36 comments:

Kiersten said...

Speaking of identity theft...recently a guy responded to a court summons to let them know that it wasn't actually HIM who had committed those petty crimes, it was the dead guy whose identity he stole, so no worries.

Ha! People are stupid.

I hope that guy's skin grew back okay. Those combine harvesters...nasty.

(Totally off subject, the hubby and I are watching Wooster and Jeeves...you Brits, honestly.)

Whirlochre said...

Beats Baywatch, I suppose.

fairyhedgehog said...

WO you are weird. In a nice way, of course.

Whirlochre said...

Of course — un-nice weird can get you locked up.

Mom In Scrubs said...

Random.

But timely. Those combine harvesters are everywhere right now.

Did you know that a senator from my state (Iowa) just recently figured out how much dust is created by harvesting and actually proposed creating laws that would require farmers to have dust containment systems on their machinery???

Yeah. He didn't get re-elected.

I suppose you didn't know that. I'm sure Iowa politics is rather low on your list!

Kiersten said...

WHOA! Scales! Terror! Confusion!

Okay, still the same blog.

Kiersten said...

Whirl is an expert on the politics of Iowa. It's kind of creepy, actually. Probably one of those un-nice weird things that is going to get him locked up.

Kiersten said...

Also (no, I do NOT ever shut up, thankyouverymuch), I like the new color scheme as well. AND I like the progress on the WIPometer even more!

Cue pom-poms!

Whirlochre said...

I'm not familiar with Iowa politics, but that kind of legislation (or at least, the zest for it) seems to be on the rise worldwide — apart, of course, from those places where all people do is kill each other.

Whirlochre said...

Crikey — the comments are coming in faster than I can respond.

It's like trying to swallow down a gallon of Coke in under a minute.

Anyhow — yes, Kiersten, I kind of fancied a makeover now we're moving away from yellowy summery colours, (if only regarding our choice of beach vests).

As for the WIP, it's in a funny place at the moment — like a guitar string slung between the horns of two separate dilemmas that I can't pluck in tune with my voice.

But — progress.

Kiersten said...

This is what happens when I'm your biggest fan. Too many comments to handle, most of which make very little sense.

But hey, progress is progress, and I have no doubt that your odd musical metaphor problem will resolve itself in no time. Or in 4/4 time.

Whirlochre said...

On a windy day, if I stretch my ears right out, I can get the opening note of All Along The Watchtower.

Kiersten said...

See, that's the difference between us. On a windy day, my ears just hurt.

Robin S. said...

I love that song.

Whirlochre said...

All Along The Watchtower or On A Windy Day My Ears Just Hurt?

Personally, I think the latter is very much underrated, and rumour has it that it was only dropped from Electric Ladyland because of the chorus.

JaneyV said...

I find combine harvesters really spooky. It's kind of fitting that they do so much work in the run up to Halloween. They probably started it.

Gnorkak the RootSlayer said...

Blog boring now. Friends all gone.

Hungry.

Conan. Ranch dressing. Mmmm...must find club for battle.

Tuber Hunter said...

You right.

Where more vejtobal blogs?

Gnorkak the Rootslayer said...

I hear rumor. Blogs with kitties. Kitties good eating. Better than vegtoobals.

Conan said...

Hey! Help me out here willya...

Gnorkak the rootslayer said...

Grunt. Point. Vejtabul talk. Me no like. Want to smash.

Parts wider than my scalp said...

Good times, Whirl, Good Times. Except it mussed up my hair.

The Warbliest of opportunely wandering minstrels said...

'Tis folly to seek solace in music the youth of today do proclaim as 'Chillout', yet one must not seek to cast into the void, along with the proverbial bathwater (not to mention, ye, the catapult) what so many a so-called gangsta rapper has termed the 'babes' — yet, unless we are content to amuse ourselves with concerns of futures blighted by mortal combat, 'tis necessary for all with glad song and deed a-bursting from their hearts to take up the lute and sing merrily for the good(e) of peace on earth and harmony twixt slayer and vegetable, so if thou/ye would(st) permit me, I shall regale thee with jouyous(ou) song...














FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKIN' 'ELL! WHICH ONE OF YOU THIEVIN' BASTARD'S NICKED ME BLEEDIN' PLECTRUM?!!!

Imelda the Innocent (and annoying) said...

Oh goodness, such language! Someone catch me before I faint!

Rapper With Your Plectrum, Dogg said...

Yo. You wanna get all up in my grill about it, panzy?

Griselda the Grammarian said...

If you want to adopt a convincing voice, Rapper, you should probably do as the young folk do and not spell out the actual words. Your post should have read:

yo, u wanna get all up in mah grill, foo? do u? I kill u, panzy!

Dee (Da Man(P) P ((Didya)Dontcha(Didya) I Did (MC)))3-PO said...

I'm up in da grill
and I ain't no pansy
I live on da street
and I take what life hands me
last time I tossed
some guy my plectrum
he pulled on my strings
and blew on my rectum.

Now I gotta get outta here
gotta do me some time
the tickin' and the tockin'
man, those muthas don't rhyme
ain't no use in rappin' if the poem's not sublime
gotta throw up my stomach
gotta see me some chyme...

Whirlochre said...

Wrapper, clearly has no silent W.

Kiersten said...

I think that is the best rap song I have ever seen, bar none.

Granted, I have never actually listened to a rap song all the way through. But seriously, that guy has madd skillz.

And Griselda, good point, but everyone knows no self-respecting rapper would go two words without swearing.

Robin S. said...

Whoa!

New colors on the board, baby.

I like that skin-ny background, there, fella.

Robin S. said...

Ha! Good Lord- just saw all the alter egos.

Whirlochre said...

Lunar Reptile Chic, baby.

Amish Woman at Midnight said...

Do you know who your alter-egos actually are, dear sir, or are you as in the dark as the rest of us?

Happy Little Sunbeam said...

Can anyone join in?

part wider than my hair said...

Some of us are just haunting him for the fun of it. He's too bent to actually figure it out, though.

Mary said...

Memories can be so misleading.