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lake_wrangler wrote:

TazManiac wrote:

shadowinthelight wrote:*raises hand to volunteer to take care of Tina*

Yeah, while you were here posting, I was flying to her bedside with Unpasteurized & Organic Honey, real lemons off the tree in the backyard, and I almost got a free-range chicken, but he got away, while gathering fresh garlic from the fallow patch...

But we can take shifts...

I suppose you want us to believe that the chicken got away by... crossing the road???

What I want to know is, just how the chicken knew that gathering fresh garlic from the fallow patch was the key to his (or her) escape?

Normally, chickens are predisposed to avoiding garlic (it reminds them too much of their probable fate, as the guest of honor in a plate of Hunan chicken with hot garlic sauce).

I'd have been expecting the chicken to be looking for lard, instead... y'know, yellow fallow tallow?

lake_wrangler wrote:Monica once asked Tina directly, about that, but I can't remember the answer she gave, if any...

The response was, "Nooooo! Silly." I'm having connection issues with my computer right now, though, so I don't feel like fighting my way into the archives to find the comic and provide an exact link. It was when Nudge first formally introduced herself.

KnightDelight wrote:I wonder if Jin, the master poiter, could poit the virus away from the body like she can alcohol? Then poit the virus into a jar of alcohol. Or get Tina really drunk then poit the virus and alcohol away at once, killing a billion "birds" with one poit.

i don't think that would be a good idea!

Catawampus wrote:

lake_wrangler wrote:Monica once asked Tina directly, about that, but I can't remember the answer she gave, if any...

The response was, "Nooooo! Silly." I'm having connection issues with my computer right now, though, so I don't feel like fighting my way into the archives to find the comic and provide an exact link. It was when Nudge first formally introduced herself.

Change Things Up - she changes the subject pretty quickly, though.

Dave wrote: What I want to know is, just how the chicken knew that gathering fresh garlic from the fallow patch was the key to his (or her) escape?

Normally, chickens are predisposed to avoiding garlic...

Well, one moment the Chicken had been right there, clucking around looking for feed & seed and while distracted I turned back to find the Chicken gone.

Upon further inspection, there where actually two distinct types of feathers in the last seen region; Food Stock and Raptor as it turns out.

It seems, in retrospect, it was my turn to 'Render unto Cesar'...

I should like very much to relate my further bedside visit to 'one who shall remain nameless' but I think I signed some kind of non-disclosure document...

scantrontb wrote:

KnightDelight wrote:I wonder if Jin, the master poiter, could poit the virus away from the body like she can alcohol? Then poit the virus into a jar of alcohol. Or get Tina really drunk then poit the virus and alcohol away at once, killing a billion "birds" with one poit.

i don't think that would be a good idea!

but would that also cure the reflux???

jwhouk wrote:I suspect Tina 2.0 isn't exactly up on human "wants" like Netflix and internet thingys.

Not that going on the internet would help much.

took me 2 days to find that friggin' comic 'cause it doesn't have any tags

Hmmmm.... no, Nyquil won't do the trick- FORMALDAHYDE, maybe...

A coven of demons commandeered
a Woman who wrongfully steered
but what they did not foresee
was that flu on a spree
was a worse fate than all of them feared

Sgt. Howard wrote: A coven of demons commandeered
a Woman who wrongfully steered
but what they did not foresee
was that flu on a spree
was a worse fate than all of them feared

(golf claps)

Bravo, sir, bravo.

"Bravo, sir, bravo.[/quote]

One does not address a Sgt. as "sir"- it would usually be taken as an insult. The common rejoinder is-
"Don't SIR me, I WORK for a living!"

... even so, thank you very much...

That crossed my mind after I hit send. Thought "sir" would fit my reply better.

Yes, but, "when in doubt- salute the Lamppost and call it 'Sir'..."

(right?)

Tina!, drink your soup, snuggle under the covers and raise yer core-temp.

Only if you are a drunk second lieutenant

As an old NCO TI told me in my young days, "airman it if moves you salute it, if it dont move paint the damn thing."

Sgt. Howard wrote:One does not address a Sgt. as "sir"- it would usually be taken as an insult. The common rejoinder is-
"Don't SIR me, I WORK for a living!"

A couple of military buddies - that is, buddies who were in the military while I was not - hit me with that one sometimes. I keep forgetting to ask what it means.

oldmanmickey wrote:As an old NCO TI told me in my young days, "airman it if moves you salute it, if it dont move paint the damn thing."

As I recall from an old copy of Readers Digest, I believe:

If it moves, salute it.
If it doesn't move, pick it up.
If you can't pick it up, paint it.

Well as i explained it you call officers Sir as required by regulation. NCO's are non-commissioned officers so we arnt called sir. Or to put it another way it took an act of congress to make a lot of them gentlemen i was born one, lol.

At the end of Tanya Huff's first "Valor" book, the General who sent Staff Sergeant Tobin Kerr and her Marines on a spectacularly dangerous mission tells her she'd make a good officer, and she says "Oh no, sir. My parents were married."

MerchManDan wrote:

Sgt. Howard wrote:One does not address a Sgt. as "sir"- it would usually be taken as an insult. The common rejoinder is-
"Don't SIR me, I WORK for a living!"

A couple of military buddies - that is, buddies who were in the military while I was not - hit me with that one sometimes. I keep forgetting to ask what it means.

Officers decide what, in vague terms, needs to be done. NCOs are the ones who get it done. (Sometimes, half the job of an NCO seems to be trying to limit the damage caused by or to the higher ranks.)

After spending most of my military career as an NCO, I received my commission at retirement. It still feels strange to be called "sir". Though it could have been worse: they were going to make me a lieutenant. I told them that I'd rather not, as I'd prefer to keep a rank where I'd still receive some respect. But they were really set on promoting me. In the end, they decided to fix the problem by skipping over lieutenant altogether.

Its kinda funny to me how many ex military you run into online. Even found a couple of my old team mates.

There's the "Sgt Mike" cartoon from the Viet Nam era where a grizzled old Marine gunny is drinking with a buddy, and he says "The offered me second lieutenant, but I turned it down - didn't want the loss in status."