tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post7816841914976087930..comments2024-03-18T17:08:18.111-05:00Comments on Fatale Abstraction: phlegmfatalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-15464525719562579032007-12-14T20:49:00.000-06:002007-12-14T20:49:00.000-06:00lin - Fo' sho'! Anyone who's not driven through t...lin - Fo' sho'! Anyone who's not driven through town with the pregnant potential of a pickup truck has simply not lived. Yup - good stuff - you've gotta love it!<BR/><BR/>speakertweaker - Thanks! And I think your bowling shirts are awesome!phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-89259785748744251532007-12-14T19:37:00.000-06:002007-12-14T19:37:00.000-06:00Some form of "Daaaamn Right!!!" is needed right he...Some form of "Daaaamn Right!!!" is needed right here. Nicely put, Phlegmmy. Nicely put.<BR/><BR/>Now, tell all those folks who were talkin trash about my bowling shirts to go fly a kite!<BR/><BR/>:)<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>tweakerSpeakerTweakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13520767686388236987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-66727349300793495312007-12-14T14:33:00.000-06:002007-12-14T14:33:00.000-06:00Damn right, Phleggmy - that is PERXACTLY why I bou...Damn right, Phleggmy - that is PERXACTLY why I bought a pick-up truck before they reached current quasi-acceptable social standards. Well, that and motorcycles. The Katlady ran around in a Ford van for the same reasons. I learned to never-ever go to a social function with her in heels and nylons because we WOULD have to brake for an appealing road-side cast-off pile. GREAT stuff though!Linhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100999113439449482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-92194350792820871132007-12-14T14:20:00.000-06:002007-12-14T14:20:00.000-06:00buck - damn skippy!dirtcrashr - you're my kind of ...buck - damn skippy!<BR/><BR/>dirtcrashr - you're my kind of guy. That's the best thing about driving a pickup, is being able to rescue stuff from the side of the road! Here's to cast-offs!phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-71881591179442772592007-12-14T13:56:00.000-06:002007-12-14T13:56:00.000-06:00I'm a dumpster-diver and my wife hates it. I belie...I'm a dumpster-diver and my wife hates it. I believe the whole point of working at an upscale joint like NM or Sak's is to meet those wonderful and splendidly appointed <I>People Who Can Afford Shit Before Shits Is Marked Down™</I>, and encourage them to spend more than they intended - either driving them into bankruptcy or at least spreading the shelves of Goodwill Industries with their early castoffs. But I've never worked retail, it's harder than that I'm sure.NotClauswitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14358707844087117280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-22962941583733110992007-12-14T12:44:00.000-06:002007-12-14T12:44:00.000-06:00I'll add my "well said, and true" sort of comment....I'll add my "well said, and <I>true</I>" sort of comment. Said with flair, too, as others have noted.<BR/><BR/>One's good name is about all that is truly lasting in life.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-3565002098563748082007-12-14T09:05:00.000-06:002007-12-14T09:05:00.000-06:00lin - I'm SO with you there - some of my favorite ...lin - I'm SO with you there - some of my favorite things came from someone else's junk pile on the side of the road. One man's trash... !!!<BR/><BR/>lainy - Well, I'll keep a teeny bit of my fancy crap, thank you very much *wink* but it's nice to know I could live just fine without it. So long as I can keep acquiring my (used, dogeared) books from the Discworld series by Terry Pratchett I'll have all I need, and can be satisfied with the flights of fancy contained therein.<BR/><BR/>brbiswrite - you pay me great compliment - I am honored. There's something grand about festooning prose with great, pendulous swags of gawdy bits, innit? I am so pleased by your compliment, and humbled. Cheers, m'dear!phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-69304947089469935892007-12-14T08:36:00.000-06:002007-12-14T08:36:00.000-06:00What a great essay! You have a gift of enriching ...What a great essay! You have a gift of enriching your prose with some great images and phrases. I was ready to take you to task over this one, however: " a parent who knows how and when to garland the occasion with a distinctive flourish." I thought you had verbed another noun "garland,": and then I looked it up! Damn me, garland is also a verb! <BR/><BR/>Your posts are consistantly entertaining.<BR/><BR/>BRBbrbiswritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07238551308132973791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-92130545085328662252007-12-14T02:31:00.000-06:002007-12-14T02:31:00.000-06:00I think a sample life is just what everyone needs,...I think a sample life is just what everyone needs, no flare or fancy crap. That way people would REALLY appreciate what they do have.<BR/><BR/>Your parents sound a lot like mine:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-41025369383327363292007-12-14T00:38:00.000-06:002007-12-14T00:38:00.000-06:00Agreed! I rarely made reasonable money but I neve...Agreed! I rarely made reasonable money but I never so much as pinched a postage stamp either. I was still able to fill my home with the antiques I enjoyed by buying or dumpster diving for hopeless cast-offs and teaching myself how to repair them. There is a great joy in looking at them every single day as a result.Linhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100999113439449482noreply@blogger.com