tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post113639053429179361..comments2024-03-14T16:57:29.045-04:00Comments on Whisky Prajer: Saved By Technologydpreimerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09905531259256800022noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-1136461558091940022006-01-05T06:45:00.000-05:002006-01-05T06:45:00.000-05:00Say, did anyone else notice how Daddy's Little Pum...Say, did anyone else notice how Daddy's Little Pumpkin brought a bottle of water to her lake-side work-station? An emergency measure, perhaps: if a dunk in the lake doesn't "fix" her computer, an extra splash of French tap-water just might be required.Whisky Prajerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14076228013022881173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-1136461377262375682006-01-05T06:42:00.000-05:002006-01-05T06:42:00.000-05:00TR - "toxic shellac": now that you mention it, tha...TR - "toxic shellac": now that you mention it, that might well be the culprit that finished off Mason, poor sod.<BR/><BR/>DV - I felt some genuine sympathy for this guy, actually. This was my first exposure to the Rideau, and I was appalled at what a busy thoroughfare it was for motorized boats of every conceivable size - from whiny little Sea-Doos to thunderously gargling "craft", the parade was endless and depressing. Particularly during the weekend, the noise factor was not far removed from that of a busy truckstop. This guy and his mutt were taking the only opportunity available to them for some quiet canoeing.<BR/><BR/><B>However</B>, by now you've surely spotted my passive-aggressive tendencies -- I consider this bit of on-line eyebrow-raising my just revenge!Whisky Prajerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14076228013022881173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-1136399082998147792006-01-04T13:24:00.000-05:002006-01-04T13:24:00.000-05:00Any picture or story or endorsement or advert of a...Any picture or story or endorsement or advert of a laptop anywhere close to liquid in larger amounts than a wine glass get me <B>nervous and irritable.</B> I just know something NOT good will happen. Seagull guana on the keyboard. Suntan lotion on the screen. Invisible sand particles in the cd drive. Some beach urchin heaves a sand-glued ball at the laptop, scratching the screen So, I may be the wrong person to be answering this question. The advertisements that have me absolutely seething are the ones that combine sandy beaches with wireless on-line banking. How much longer is that clown's laptop going to work as grains of sand blow around into the nooks and crannies of the machine?<BR/>You're a much better man than I am, <B>CP</B>. While I love dogs and cats, that Lab would have been greeted with a swinging foot (and probably a reciprocal bite on the shin form the dog). There you were having an artistic moment and Nature in a boat comes sploshing your way. WTF? You'd paid for use of the cabin and facilities, hadn't you? Visits by minimally hospitable owners shoudl not have been part of the package. Your friendliness is only exceded by the loss of those words. Did you, by chance, find him later on the lake, fishing? Good time to do belly flops around his canoe. The worst that could have happened was that you may have elicited more than a "Yep".DarkoVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11572734667248592785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-1136396067640035952006-01-04T12:34:00.000-05:002006-01-04T12:34:00.000-05:00The real question is what would you do if you came...The real question is what would you do if you came across the Zen vixen in the aforementioned picture?<BR/><BR/>I'm thinking the lab would get dunked a few extra seconds to make sure it was in the mood to unsoak its coat all over miss Zen. And if she kept her meditation; a quick five finger discount on the laptop computer before headin' back out to sea - arrrh matey!<BR/><BR/>Sounds like you defiled this guy's sanctuary and got off with a short sermon, eh? I know when I was involved with wilderness camping we looked at cottages themselves as a scar on the unspoiled wilderness and this gent might have received a "yep" himself.<BR/><BR/>I suppose the perfect camper would have to go into the bush naked and kill rabits with their teeth. Such a person could then procede to sermonize the mister "is-that-a-coat-of-toxic-shellac-on-your-fancy-cedar-canoe?"'s of this world :)Trent Reimerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11856687416662007848noreply@blogger.com