I hardly recognize Spank since he shaved (think there was a sex change in there too)

She is 112 years old, and has been smoking 30 cigarettes a day since she was 17

http://news.yahoo.com/meet-the-112-y...084625858.html

I was just recently talking about the appreciation for fandom, the value shared in honoring creativity. When the machines eat our brains may we be remembered as the amazing storytellers that we are in their alien thoughts.

Zeno awakens and closes a thread.

May the force be with you, too.

You have to chew up paan every day, too. That's the secret to it.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paan

I think her secret is getting lucky (literally not in the other way although that probably helps too) lol. Of course limited stress and staying active and happy not missing major things in your life is a plus too.

Wont paan cause mouth cancer if done daily?


I say her smoking is the reason she wont eventually live more.

The above is also the reason i know you are kidding lol. Knowing when others are kidding increases also lifespan.

I was listening to the Olympiakos vs. Scum game on the radio, Masque. The commentators were a little surprised that people are still allowed to smoke in the stadium. You've been in Cali too long.

Here is the big team this week in all its glory flying high in Greek cup quarterfinals home game (the opponent is actually a usually decent team);

This reminds me of my Grandmother, Sarah Thompson** (maiden name) born about 1899. All Norwegian genes, heritage, stubbornness and gumption. Not to mention Chutzpah. Smoked all the time, drink cheap bourbon and scotch, and Hamm's Beer, said what she wanted to anyone and mud in your eye, and was a master in cheating at cribbage. She live to 96. I still have an image of her with a gasper hanging off her too ruby red lips, yapping away while sipping a whiskey and counting her cribbage hand really fast and then tossing it away: 15-two, four, eight, and a pair is ten, and nobs makes eleven. There were only two fifteen's, the pair was dubious at best and if there were a Jack about it was the cut card and not in her hand*.

She outlived her husband by many years stationed in Minneapolis and cursed the snow and ice all her days. She was worth knowing - unlike most people.

*Obviously you need to know cribbage; I myself am a grandmaster.

** I'm currently engaged in tracing some family history. Of interests is that I found a current picture of the very Lutheran Church my Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother*** were married in, in Norway - August 28, 1881. The church has been around since the 1200's. Obviously modified since then but still polluting the rural countryside with its august permanence.

***Caroline was born July 4, 1855. An august date. They cruised to American's sacred shores in 1883; all foreordained by her birthdate. And to add even more mystery, my birthday is August 28. Obviously, I am a miracle.

YOU are a Norwegian!

You have traveled the world like a Viking!

My grandmother also taught me cribbage. Six-card, of course.

The Vikings Kicked Ass.

Two-handed is The Sandard. But the partners game is great and the cause of much bickering and commiseration and umbrage amongst all the protagonists. Three-handed is a mugs game only played when to include the odd person in, family or not. Best done while drinking heavily to ease the pain of dying before the game is finished.

My grandmother didn't smoke or drink, apart from a glass of cherry brandy at Christmas, and it would not have entered her head to cheat at cards. She died at 77. She was from Sunderland, as were my grandfather and nearly all of that side of the family, going back to at least the early 1700s, and moved down to Waltham Cross during the 30s depression. She was a regular church-goer, enjoyed gardening and going out dancing, cooked my siblings and me exactly the same lunch (mince, mashed potato, peas, gravy) every Sunday throughout my childhood, and was a big fan of Winston Churchill and Liberace.

Goldfinger. Brutalism. London. Not there any more.

There should be a specific word to denote the feeling you get when you aren't quite drunk enough to call it a night but a trip to the corner store is almost, but not quite, too much trouble for a beer run and no one is available to go for you, and then you discover that you have a 6-pack in the back of the fridge that was hitherto for invisible by some sort of magic.

I mean the exact feeling you get at the end where the beer was there all along should have a name. The other bits of emotions prior to the ending already have names.

Were your lot trying to push kids into playing ersatz trumpets or young adults into buying poorly made automobiles with the banners and signs?

It's cognitive dissonance, but in a good way, right? (The magic beer apparition, that is.)

I don't know. Here's another one (now listed) of his round there.



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ern%C5%91_Goldfinger

This is still open for business though;



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odeon_of_Herodes_Atticus

Drama itself is a place in Greece, right?

Yes correct up north;

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drama,_Greece


"Archaeological finds show that in the area of the modern city there used to be an ancient Greek settlement named Dyrama (Greek: Δύραμα) or alternatively Hydrama (Greek: Ύδραμα), both meaning "rich in water".[3] Some scholars associate Drama with the ancient Greek Drabescus (Greek: Δράβησκος).[4] Hydrama was notable as the place of worship for many Gods of classical Greek mythology, especially Apollo and Artemis. With the passage of time Dyrama became Drama. In the South Slavic languages, the city is known as Драма which is itself a transliteration of the Greek name."

However drama (literature term) ;

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drama

"The term comes from the Greek word δρᾶμα, drama, meaning action, which is derived from the verb δράω, draō, meaning to do or to act. The enactment of drama in theatre, performed by actors on a stage before an audience, presupposes collaborative modes of production and a collective form of reception. The structure of dramatic texts, unlike other forms of literature, is directly influenced by this collaborative production and collective reception.[2] The early modern tragedy Hamlet (1601) by Shakespeare and the classical Athenian tragedy Oedipus the King (c. 429 BC) by Sophocles are among the masterpieces of the art of drama.[3] A modern example is Long Day's Journey into Night (1956) by Eugene O’Neill."

Right, I did look at that, but the etymology is unclear to me. Is the play named after the place, or vice versa?