yeah! wocket!

I cant hang washing on the line unless the pegs I use match in colour.


Thats normal right?

Sure if you are obsessive compulsive and off of your meds... any day.

I'm relearning the bagpipes. I'm at the stage where the fingers are willing but the lips are weak.

How long ago did you start, and how long did you play then, and how long ago have you restarted and I'm not curious at all :)

I've been playing since December and the pipemajor of the band says I'm almost ready to learn my first tune. Yay!

I'll be late rather than early.

Two beers have given me a hangover headache today.

Screw moderation. :3eye:

OH YEAH!!!!:)

All things in moderation, especially moderation.

Alas, moderation is a concept that I have never fully grasped.

Dogs and baseball make me smile.:)

I got serious about wrestling a stand of pipes in 1990, played from then until about 1998, revived it a little in early 2001, then put it by again until a few weeks ago now. I reckon I might as well continue. After all, funeral and wedding gigs can make you a bit of extra money. The going rate around here starts at $75-$100 a pop. I've played in a band before, and I want to expand my repertoire of jigs, reels, and hornpipes. Piobaireachd is a dream that is further down the road. For some reason piobaireachd teachers are VERY thin on the ground.

Are you playing on the pipes yet or are you still only playing the practice chanter? The practice chanter is the only thing I learn material on.

One more way to Be Obnoxious On The Pipes: play Monty Python's Lumberjack Song. :3eye: :thepain3: :greenface

I fell for SteveBsjb pizza joke?

I like being bare footed but I don't like getting stocking feet wet or my socks dirty.

Around these parts, folks'll pay you $125.00 to refrain from playing them. Even I can make a good living that way, as I don't play the pipes...but they needn't know that.

How do you define perfect pitch on the bagpipes? When you toss the bagpipes into the duck pond, spang into the middle of a circle of ducks, without disturbing a single one.

How do you tune the bagpipes? No one knows...its never been done.

Actually, I love the pipes, and have longed to learn to play them myself. However, my wife has told me I'd have to move...to outer space.

In space, no one can hear you play "Amazing Grace".

At least if it were played in space, I wouldn't have to cry buckets then.

Although I'd probably do so just from knowing it was happening.

I drink decaf.

I am a newbie. Amazing? No.

Wow - I think I got lost somewhere

I'm a newbie here - so just ignore me if i suddenly get anywhere I'm not suppose to

Hello Angel. Welcome to the cellar.

Um, where was it you think you were headed? As for the cellar, you'll find (assuming you packed your Nomex underthings) that there are no places your not supposed to get to.

This thread is the "Post something about yourself" part of the conversation(s). So...post. :)

You could start with your profile picture. :eek: Do you want an icepack or an Advil or something?

Hope that's VB those little buggers are clinking. LOL!+
 

Hi Wiz here, a Newbie Poster from Brisbane, just making myself known to you, See ya around.

:headshake
people just cant get enough of me can they?

:unsure:

Steve, Angel, Wiz...welcome to the Cellar. :D

and buddug too.

I somehow found my way back here.....Was exploring, fell down a set of steps and landed in a heap in the Cellar....Howdy Cellarites:P

I am basically Niave but not suprised.

I am knowlegable in theory but unlearned in practice.



whatever that means....


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hello DanaC

Is 'C' for Cellar?? :P

Howdy. Where ya been?

ohhh.....ya know....floatin here....floatin there.....I got into local politics and somehow that meant not having a life beyond my work :P The person who persuaded me to run for office lied and told me it owuld only take a day or two a week :P

I once had a maggot living in my knee , and eating my flesh . A photograph of my knee is in a medical book on tropical medicine as a result .

My children were christened by the vicar who buried Charlie Chaplin .

I was once given a perm in Spain , and only realized that this was happening to me at the last minute . I then shaved my head .

I spent a night in a police cell .

I am no longer entitled to a full British passport as I have lost eight of them , and am suspected of selling them I suppose .

I was once rowing a little boat in the Retiro park in the centre of Madrid when a naked Pole swam up to my boat and got in . My boat and its contents were removed by an official speedboat .

I have had pneumonia twice .

I once accidentally dropped some cooked steaks into a bucket of dirty water . I rinsed them off and served them to my innocent guests .

I was once swam around all the big ships in the port in Barcelona , and was removed by the police .

I hid in a French military barracks in Germany for a few weeks .

I once invited a beggar-girl off the street to live in my house for a few days .

I once danced naked at a college ball .

I shall bore you no further .

*chuckles* bravo Buddog ! I feel I, if not know you, aught to know you.

Skysidhe ( is that pronounced Sky she?) the 'c' could be for cellar..but is actually for my surname :)

yes, shee

skyshee = airhead :D

I'm still at the practice chanter now. I'll get a real bagpipe once I've learned some tunes. We learn everything on the chanter anyway. First tune I'll learn (in the coming weeks) is gonna be The Rowan Tree.

My pipemajor and the pipesergeant (his daughter) have begun learning Piobaireachd last year, it's amazing to watch and to grasp how something that looks the same, gets played differently each time.

I am, so far, the only person that the Arch-Bishop of the Diocese of New York has called a "fucking cunt-rag".

Yay me.

I had one in my finger... it was very cool.

I once spent 3 months living on a 44' sailboat, sailing around the Bahamas. Most of that time I was naked.

:lol: C'mon...spill it. You must tell us that story...yes, you must.

Well, if I must.

-- I preface this story with the fact that my oldest brother was a Catholic priest. --

I was about seven or eight years old.
My mother dragged me to my brothers church in Brooklyn (St. Martin de Porres) because the Archbishop was going to be there.
I was suffering the effects of salmonella - my mothers cooking left everything to be desired.
A kid, in a car for an hour, going somewhere he didn't want to go, while trying not to erupt with explosive diarrhea is not a pretty sight.
When we got there, I ran to the first unlocked bathroom I could find.
It happened to be in the office.
Said office was lacking in toilet paper.
I reached into the closet and grabbed what I thought was a towel.
It wasn't.
I found out later that I had wiped with what was the Archbishops chasuble. (The chasuble is the outermost liturgical vestment worn by clergy for the celebration of the Eucharist.)
Not only was it the Archbishops chasuble, he had gotten it blessed by the Pope when he was in Rome.
Needless to say, I was informed that I was a "fucking cunt-rag" by the unhappy owner of this garment.
Oh well.
Sucks to be him.

i wish i could do that

Thank you. I wish Bob Dylan would write an Alice's Restaurant type song about that.:lol2:

I can't STAND Hanging Dangeling stuff!!!!!!!

Examples:
1) When I was in the USMC we would go on these 30 mile hikes , if the dude [b] in front of me had straps hanging from his pack i would say Twice " Dude , you NEED to tie up those pack straps " , if he had NOT tied up his pack straps after that I would CUT THEM OFF !!!!!

2) my wife has learned not to have shit hanging off the rear view mirror , I CAN"T STAND IT !!!!!!!! , and I will eventualy RIP IT DOWN !!!!

I love Barry Manilow.

You are welcome.
And if Dylan writes a song like that, would we be able to understand "His Mumbliness"?

I wear glasses.

Well it was about thirty years ago that I was in the office of, in the Archbishop's office, and I was using his toilet...

Hm, I can't see Dylan doing it, sorry.

That is the worst childhood story I have ever heard.


....Sooo, this is the demon scar you hold close and divide your characteristics by?

I am Just wondering because of your signature line.
I am sure alot of us have wet our pants as kids.
Just because you pooped on the guys churchy garb dosn't make you 'demon seed' does it?

I might be over reading. I'd tell you my story but I don't think it can compare.



[quote-Crimson Ghost]I'm so terrifical, I even have my own toll-free number: 1-800-UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE.[quote]

You're triggering a myriad of memories...

I once peed off a balcony in Spain, right onto the head of a gardener.

I clobbered an Algerian over the head with a metal tipped umbrella while screaming obscenities at him, at a photo booth on the Ave. Wagram in Paris. He and his buds were bothering me and my friend while we were in the booth. I was twelve years old. I ran out, found a cop, described what happened and he said, "Well, seems like you took care of it", then chuckled and walked. Goddamn Parisians.

A group of friends and I scaled the reservoir fence on McArthur Blvd. outside Wash. D.C. to go skinny-dipping. The cops arrived lights and sirenes a-blowin'. We went back over the fence a lot faster and man did we run.

Wasn't the first time I scaled a fence: went to an international school in France that was surrounded on all sides by a tall chain link fence with barbed wire across the top. Entrance and exit was through one electric gate controlled by the "concierge". The only area where the fence was shorter and had no barbed wire was on the playground. I made a break for it, and spent the afternoon swinging on swings in a nearby park, admiring the beautiful fall day. I wrote an essay about it for writing class and won 1st prize.

And now my head's swimming with this stuff...seems that nomadic lives bring some strange experiences...of course they weren't at the time, but looking back now???? Bit of twilight zone in there.

im a lot more intelligent than i prefer to let on.

[quote=skysidhe]That is the worst childhood story I have ever heard.


....Sooo, this is the demon scar you hold close and divide your characteristics by?

I am Just wondering because of your signature line.
I am sure alot of us have wet our pants as kids.
Just because you pooped on the guys churchy garb dosn't make you 'demon seed' does it?

I might be over reading. I'd tell you my story but I don't think it can compare.



[quote=Crimson Ghost]I'm so terrifical, I even have my own toll-free number: 1-800-UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE.

That is the beauty of me.
That's just how I am.

I can't stand charlatans.

The charlatan is usually a salesperson. a charlatan is being accused of resorting to quackery, pseudoscience, or some knowingly employed bogus means of impressing people.

i am very apathetic alot of the time.

Guess we know where you stand here...

I **ALWAYS** stop at kids' lemonade stands.

If I have to drive around the block to park, I will. If I have to raid the ashtray, I will. If I have to speed to my next appointment, I will. Reinforcing young kids' sense of success and self determination is worth the effort.

I frequently eat crow.

Just to keep peace.

One of the little monsters is going to poison you.:greenface

I never loved Eva Braun.

I've never eaten a Krispy Creme donut.

(Even for a legendary donut glutton they seem too greasy?)

I have a copy of 'The Crucible' signed by Arthur Miller and addressed to me.

I played Ezekiel Cheever in my college's production of 'The Crucible'.

I saw the film version of John Cheever's "the swimmer"

I played the rear end of Ichabob Crane's horse in "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" in grade school.

i stood behind luis gonzales (arizona diamondback) at best buy today. he looked like a deer caught in the headlights as a whole group of teenage boys started walking towards him...