Haha, that looks like my Francesco. He was just making that “homicidal beast” face at me last night. However, no beer was involved. I shudder to imagine what might have happened to me if he’d had a couple of Rolling Rocks in him.
That crazy-kitteh look always cracks me up, every time….
(Since it’s St. Patrick’s Day, I’ll give the reveler a break:
But I advise him that, as of tomorrow, he’ll have to start thinking out of the box…..)
@Theresa: Francesco (Franny when we’re in a casual mood) is my #3 cat of the four. When I first took him in I thought he was a female–I checked, but his rear end is so floofy I didn’t see the boy stuff (or the remains thereof, if you follow). The name that came to me for him was Frances. When the doctor told me he was male, since I didn’t fancy the “Francis” spelling, I realized that just by adding two letters I could make him a boy. In keeping with his grand name, he is extremely elegant and sophisticated when he’s not being a complete goofball. (Rather like yourself?)
What if you wanna be awesome but don’t like to drink?
[Mashed potatoes with milk, butter, salt & pepper, mixed with chopped kale and/or cabbage, with a little bacon mixed in for extra credit (or the non-vegetarians). Somebody please tell me what this dish is called, because the name escapes me at the moment... - Ed.]
Green!: Check
Beer!: No because I’m 12 and want to keep my brain cells
But I’m still awesome…Right? -Does rule #37, #36, #33, (AT TEH SAME TIMES OMG!) then finishes with a #28- ykwim
Chuga lug Chuga lug.
Maximum points are taken off for Rolling Rock, I tried it once, absolute
p**s water. Soree to which ever nation I am insulting, Canada?
Paunchie, hearty agreement here on the urinaceous qualities of Coors. Back in the day, my home state of Oklahoma was one of the few in which Coors was sold, and it had an unaccountably favorable reputation in the East. I could have financed my graduate education by bringing cases of Coors from home. And, even worse, it NEVER came with a somewhat insane-looking cat peeking out of the box.
@skippymom – I’m SO glad to hear I’m not alone there. I named my little fuzzball Nikki. Then when I took HER in to get spayed I got a call from the vet: “The bad news is that Nikki is a HE… the good news is that neutering is cheaper than spaying!” I stuck with the name Nikki and he doesn’t seem to mind…
My vote for beer is Sam Adams Light – unless we’re having tacos or other mexi-type food, then it’s Corona Light with a wedge-o-lime!
There was a fashion here in the 80s…I think… for Sol the Mexican beer, which was supposed to be drunk from the bottle with a wedge of lemon in the neck of the bottle,
The Ad agency I worked for had a themed Christmas party and being achingly trendy this beer was served, I thought this is total bollocks and refused to entertain it
(a song a dance a silly walk) I believe the beer is a bit oily hence the lemon. There is still a current trend for drinking beer from the bottle, it seems stupid that I have to ask for a bottle of Becks and a GLASS!
Becks is good beer! German, right? I’d say most, at least many, of us in the states drink beer from the bottle. Unless you’re in a restaurant or something. I think I want a beer…. is it beer o’clock?
What is St. patrick’s Day for anyway? I know it’s a beer drinkin’ day! But, what else?
As the great Mike Royko once said about American beer: “And regardless of what label or slogan you choose, it all tastes as if the secret brewing process involves running it through a horse.”
With my apologies for its length; I tried to edit out the “silly bits”.
N Cinneide — Internet webpage
Who was St. Patrick and Why Do We Celebrate His Life?
Submitted Sunday, February 26, 2006
The true story of St. Patrick.
He is a patron saint of the Catholic religion because of the captivity that he went through, the time of solitude and his great faith.
St. Patrick was a real live person born in the time around 400 AD in Britian, when the British Isles were still under the domain of the Romans. He was born with the name Maewyn. His name wasn’t changed until he was in the monastery. His birth family was Christian, but they weren’t extremely religious.
Patrick was captured along with many others when his village was attacked. He was taken to Ireland as a slave.
Under the authority of a druid high priest he learned the native Celtic language.
After 8 years in captivity, he escaped at the age of twenty-two,and ended up at a monastery near Paris, France, where he adopted the name Patrick. It is recorded that he would often pray up to 100 times a day. One night, while in the monastery, he said he heard many voices that were calling him back to Ireland to help the remaining slaves. Patrick was successful at converting Ireland to christianity . He died on March 17th.
Originally this was a Catholic holy day, but today St. Patrick’s Day has evolved into more of a ‘be Irish Day ‘. Speculation as to why this holiday is so popular could be the coming of spring that occurs within just a few days.
Niall Cinneide loves entertaining and celebrating St Patrick’s Day.
My own kitties have decided to celebrate Saint Patty’s day by donning their green collars. (OK, that was MY decision, which they tolerated because it meant treats.) I have had a few beers (OK, root beers… they count right? RIGHT?) The kittehs are more interested in the fact that… *gasp* THE BIRDS ARE BACK!!!!!!
Two of my four babies were not born yet when this happened last year, so they have been plastered to the windows, chirping and chittering at the birds since about 6am this morning. The little girl, Soy Beanie, is half asleep and exhausted and is still chittering in her SLEEP at the goldfinches cavorting outside.
/lurk mode off
Regarding the dish mentioned in “fish eye no miko”-s post (post #24) the dish is Colcannon. ‘Taint Irish, and n’er touch the stuff me’self but we have a Scots/Irish fest hereabouts every year and ye canna never get away from the stuff.
/lurk mode on
@ toborzgrrl… that’s what I’ve always thought about beer… I usually joke, that if I want to drink horse p***, I’ll get mine stright from the source, thanks!
NormallyLurksOnly reappears saying, “Arrgh, Theo, and bested on Saint Patty’s day yet, sure and ’tis a case o’ green Coors Lite I should be leavin’ ya instead!” He sighs, waves his magic shillelagh and keg of Guinness, along with the chiller and tap, appears. He then vanishes with a small popping sound leaving behind a vague odor of already-processed Colcannon which will follow you around for the next week.
All you out of the bottle drinkers. Have you ever considered that the local Tom Cat has probably sprayed up the stack o’ beers, as they sit in the yard, or do you like the added piquancy.
Oh how I wish that I could do like NOMTOM says and have a FEW beers on St Pat’s. Alas, Montreal has a large and vibrant Irish community (as well as the longest running St Paddy’s parade in North America- 186 years!) and my Griffintown lads could never let me have just a few. Hence why I’m commenting after rolling in at 6 in the morning. That said, I wish I had a grinning kitty in the the bottom of my empty beer case. Hic!
It’s bubble and squeak. My grandmother used to cook extra potatoes and cabbage at Sunday lunch time, so we could have bubble and squeak for supper. Colcannon might be the same thing, but it sounds too posh for a respectable working class Liverpudlian like me to be bothering with. Along with the boiled and salted cod for Sunday breakfast (and occasional pigs’ cheeks, ox-tongue, tripe and sterilised milk) we ate like princes.
[It's not that I don't believe you, it's just "colcannon" was the word (and recipe) I was specifically trying to remember. 'Sall. - Ed.]
bookmonstercats – Did you have Scouse? and did you know it comes from a
Danish dish Lobscoise (Sp). I’ve cooked a version of Lobscoise, it uses neck of
Lamb and shin of Beef, slowly cooked with pearl barley and carrots. Lovely!
@Hon Glad…. Took me a few seconds to realize you were talking about birds! Then, “tits like coconuts,” gave me a flashback to the squirrel with its head in a coconut.
See, this is why I lurk and try not to speak, and this is after I’ve had my meds!
I daresay a few folks will be wearing green beer before the day is out…
Good way to loose a finger! LOL….security wants to see some ID.
yes, that is the same “pop goes the kitty” game that I play with my little furry buddy.
gotta watch out for the “pop’ part especially!
That beer’s got quite a head on it.
Hilar!
I’d be careful with that finger if I was that human…
Haha, that looks like my Francesco. He was just making that “homicidal beast” face at me last night. However, no beer was involved. I shudder to imagine what might have happened to me if he’d had a couple of Rolling Rocks in him.
Schrodinger’s Cat is drunk or sober, or both at the same time, but there is no way to know for sure until you open the box
[What if Schrödinger's cat had been named Pandora?
- Ed.]
*POPCAT*
(…because that ain’t beer.
)
hahahahaha nice hovertext
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
@Skippymom. you have a cat named Francesco?? Awesome!
That crazy-kitteh look always cracks me up, every time….
(Since it’s St. Patrick’s Day, I’ll give the reveler a break:
But I advise him that, as of tomorrow, he’ll have to start thinking out of the box…..)
@Theresa: Francesco (Franny when we’re in a casual mood) is my #3 cat of the four. When I first took him in I thought he was a female–I checked, but his rear end is so floofy I didn’t see the boy stuff (or the remains thereof, if you follow). The name that came to me for him was Frances. When the doctor told me he was male, since I didn’t fancy the “Francis” spelling, I realized that just by adding two letters I could make him a boy. In keeping with his grand name, he is extremely elegant and sophisticated when he’s not being a complete goofball. (Rather like yourself?)
I think he’s kind of smiling. There’s something more joyful than psychiotic in that expression. BTW, is it me or is there another kitty in the shot?
@Kar, I think it’s just you. I don’t see a paw sneaking up at the top edge of the picture. Nope, only one kitty here.
@Kar: yeah, I spy with my little eye……another kitteh paw!
(No, I never played “I spy” as a child. Why do you ask?)
Gaaahh!!
Crazy kitteh! Something about cardboard containers makes em go crayjee.
yeah there is another kitty sneaking up! Buen visto Kar! No kitty can resist the pull of the BOX!!
@Kar: Yes, there was another kitty in the shot, but I cropped it out.
except for the fooo-oooot (singsong)
“BTW, is it me or is there another kitty in the shot?”
yup- that’s Punky’s paw! Here they are playing!
Thanks cuteoverload.com for linking to my image
So, wait, Mike, you’re saying that the paw some of us think we see up at the top of the picture ISN’T REALLY THERE?
He’s doing a jedi mind trick on us, skippymom.
What if you wanna be awesome but don’t like to drink?
[Mashed potatoes with milk, butter, salt & pepper, mixed with chopped kale and/or cabbage, with a little bacon mixed in for extra credit (or the non-vegetarians). Somebody please tell me what this dish is called, because the name escapes me at the moment...
- Ed.]
A nicely demented expression, reminiscent of Bucky Katt.
http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q246/Brainaic/BuckyKatt.jpg
Green!: Check
Beer!: No because I’m 12 and want to keep my brain cells
But I’m still awesome…Right? -Does rule #37, #36, #33, (AT TEH SAME TIMES OMG!) then finishes with a #28- ykwim
Chuga lug Chuga lug.
Maximum points are taken off for Rolling Rock, I tried it once, absolute
p**s water. Soree to which ever nation I am insulting, Canada?
yeah, pretty gross beer. You know what’s worse? Coors, and Coors lite. That’s why you stick a lime in it, cos otherwise, it’s nasty.
Paunchie, hearty agreement here on the urinaceous qualities of Coors. Back in the day, my home state of Oklahoma was one of the few in which Coors was sold, and it had an unaccountably favorable reputation in the East. I could have financed my graduate education by bringing cases of Coors from home. And, even worse, it NEVER came with a somewhat insane-looking cat peeking out of the box.
“urinaceous” good one
I give a thumbs up for Yeungling though, from PA! And it’s cheap!
@skippymom – I’m SO glad to hear I’m not alone there. I named my little fuzzball Nikki. Then when I took HER in to get spayed I got a call from the vet: “The bad news is that Nikki is a HE… the good news is that neutering is cheaper than spaying!” I stuck with the name Nikki and he doesn’t seem to mind…
My vote for beer is Sam Adams Light – unless we’re having tacos or other mexi-type food, then it’s Corona Light with a wedge-o-lime!
hey it occurs to me, I think Rolling Rock is also a PA beer.
There was a fashion here in the 80s…I think… for Sol the Mexican beer, which was supposed to be drunk from the bottle with a wedge of lemon in the neck of the bottle,
The Ad agency I worked for had a themed Christmas party and being achingly trendy this beer was served, I thought this is total bollocks and refused to entertain it
(a song a dance a silly walk) I believe the beer is a bit oily hence the lemon. There is still a current trend for drinking beer from the bottle, it seems stupid that I have to ask for a bottle of Becks and a GLASS!
Becks is good beer! German, right? I’d say most, at least many, of us in the states drink beer from the bottle. Unless you’re in a restaurant or something. I think I want a beer…. is it beer o’clock?
What is St. patrick’s Day for anyway? I know it’s a beer drinkin’ day! But, what else?
With my humblest of obeisances to all the CO peeps, I offer the following consideration………..Everybody has missed the salient aspect of this pic:
WHERE”s MARUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU????????
(Perhaps the “lone paw” belongs to Our Fluffy Leader???)
As the great Mike Royko once said about American beer: “And regardless of what label or slogan you choose, it all tastes as if the secret brewing process involves running it through a horse.”
Well, you do know that Coors is brewed from pure Rocky Mountain spring water. And them bears ain’t just pooping in the woods. Ifyouknowwhati’msaying…
@ Paunchie & ennyone else:
With my apologies for its length; I tried to edit out the “silly bits”.
N Cinneide — Internet webpage
Who was St. Patrick and Why Do We Celebrate His Life?
Submitted Sunday, February 26, 2006
The true story of St. Patrick.
He is a patron saint of the Catholic religion because of the captivity that he went through, the time of solitude and his great faith.
St. Patrick was a real live person born in the time around 400 AD in Britian, when the British Isles were still under the domain of the Romans. He was born with the name Maewyn. His name wasn’t changed until he was in the monastery. His birth family was Christian, but they weren’t extremely religious.
Patrick was captured along with many others when his village was attacked. He was taken to Ireland as a slave.
Under the authority of a druid high priest he learned the native Celtic language.
After 8 years in captivity, he escaped at the age of twenty-two,and ended up at a monastery near Paris, France, where he adopted the name Patrick. It is recorded that he would often pray up to 100 times a day. One night, while in the monastery, he said he heard many voices that were calling him back to Ireland to help the remaining slaves. Patrick was successful at converting Ireland to christianity . He died on March 17th.
Originally this was a Catholic holy day, but today St. Patrick’s Day has evolved into more of a ‘be Irish Day ‘. Speculation as to why this holiday is so popular could be the coming of spring that occurs within just a few days.
Niall Cinneide loves entertaining and celebrating St Patrick’s Day.
OMG, did you see this baby picture of Panda Bear, the tuxedo cat that’s going crazy in the Rolling Rock case? All ears, and nothing else LOL
http://www.flickr.com/photos/russellbernice/2501381510/in/set-72157604680625749/
toborzgrrl – “running it through a horse” lol. There is probably some Mongolian booze, that is run through a horse. Well they drink mares milk.
My own kitties have decided to celebrate Saint Patty’s day by donning their green collars. (OK, that was MY decision, which they tolerated because it meant treats.) I have had a few beers (OK, root beers… they count right? RIGHT?) The kittehs are more interested in the fact that… *gasp* THE BIRDS ARE BACK!!!!!!
Two of my four babies were not born yet when this happened last year, so they have been plastered to the windows, chirping and chittering at the birds since about 6am this morning. The little girl, Soy Beanie, is half asleep and exhausted and is still chittering in her SLEEP at the goldfinches cavorting outside.
I have anerable kitties… *grin*
you have gold finches! Not here. Blargh. All I see are sparrows and starlings.
The picture of Panda in the Xray specs cracks me up. Cute fur babies cookie! Don’t you wish they stayed tiny?
Ed., would that be “bubble and squeak?”
[You mean the taters-and-cabbage recipe? I don't think so... it's a 3 or 4 syllable word starting with "C"
- Ed.]
Wait! COLCANNON! Kinda like coleslaw with chutzpah.
Anyway, that’s what I couldn’t remember.
*whew* …that would’ve bothered me.
/lurk mode off
Regarding the dish mentioned in “fish eye no miko”-s post (post #24) the dish is Colcannon. ‘Taint Irish, and n’er touch the stuff me’self but we have a Scots/Irish fest hereabouts every year and ye canna never get away from the stuff.
/lurk mode on
Hehe. Jinx, NormallyLurks.
Considering the day, Guinness is acceptable.
@ toborzgrrl… that’s what I’ve always thought about beer… I usually joke, that if I want to drink horse p***, I’ll get mine stright from the source, thanks!
@toborzgrrl, Hon Glad – No, no, no, you don’t run it through a horse, you run it through a monkey.
NormallyLurksOnly reappears saying, “Arrgh, Theo, and bested on Saint Patty’s day yet, sure and ’tis a case o’ green Coors Lite I should be leavin’ ya instead!” He sighs, waves his magic shillelagh and keg of Guinness, along with the chiller and tap, appears. He then vanishes with a small popping sound leaving behind a vague odor of already-processed Colcannon which will follow you around for the next week.
[Sweet! Smooth stout AND kitchen cologne!
- Ed.]
Hmph. I would drink from the bottle, if I had a bottle.
Beer is fine & dandy but I prefer Bailey’s & coffee after my corned beef & cabbage .
YUM !!!
(running to the kitchen to make a pot of decafe)
All you out of the bottle drinkers. Have you ever considered that the local Tom Cat has probably sprayed up the stack o’ beers, as they sit in the yard, or do you like the added piquancy.
Oh how I wish that I could do like NOMTOM says and have a FEW beers on St Pat’s. Alas, Montreal has a large and vibrant Irish community (as well as the longest running St Paddy’s parade in North America- 186 years!) and my Griffintown lads could never let me have just a few. Hence why I’m commenting after rolling in at 6 in the morning. That said, I wish I had a grinning kitty in the the bottom of my empty beer case. Hic!
NormallyLurksOnly-Ya gotta be comin’round here more of’n, as ya carry mor’n a bit o’da blarney about’ya, and fit in most wonderfully!
It’s bubble and squeak. My grandmother used to cook extra potatoes and cabbage at Sunday lunch time, so we could have bubble and squeak for supper. Colcannon might be the same thing, but it sounds too posh for a respectable working class Liverpudlian like me to be bothering with. Along with the boiled and salted cod for Sunday breakfast (and occasional pigs’ cheeks, ox-tongue, tripe and sterilised milk) we ate like princes.
[It's not that I don't believe you, it's just "colcannon" was the word (and recipe) I was specifically trying to remember. 'Sall. - Ed.]
@ bookmonstercats: er, OMGaw…. (belch)
“bubble and squeak” as in, that’s what your intestines do after you eat it?
Hon Glad, yeah, we likes the extra piquant! (barfs)
@ Paunchie Nothing wrong with sparrows and starlings! Sparrows are awfully cute too.
Craziest Jack-in-the-Box I’ve ever seen.
RoseyPosey – Tits like coconuts. (Sparrows like bread crumbs)
bookmonstercats – Did you have Scouse? and did you know it comes from a
Danish dish Lobscoise (Sp). I’ve cooked a version of Lobscoise, it uses neck of
Lamb and shin of Beef, slowly cooked with pearl barley and carrots. Lovely!
@Hon Glad…. Took me a few seconds to realize you were talking about birds! Then, “tits like coconuts,” gave me a flashback to the squirrel with its head in a coconut.
See, this is why I lurk and try not to speak, and this is after I’ve had my meds!
@ RosiePosie: “African swallows, or European swallows????”
(Hint: The correct response is “I don’t know tha —- AUGH!!!!”
and then “Whooooooooosh” you go over the bridge into the Chasm….)
The hair of the cat that bit you.
tits like coconuts, eh??
that brings up a mental image. Didn’t MaryAnn or Ginger have a bikini top made out of two empty halves of coconut??
(What, ridden on a horse??)
LOL happy Friday peeps.