Pillsbury + 1 year:

[GlytchMeister]

Oh, I've seen those! Ok, that makes much more sense.

[DinkyInky]

I think the confusion lies in that most people see the trousers tucked into the wellies to keep them dry.

[GlytchMeister]

Yup. I've never actually seen someone wearing pants over wellington boots. In fact, I've never seen anyone wearing Wellington boots in real life... Only via tv or Internet. I think my dad had a pair buried somewhere in mom's old garage, but I don't know if she kept them.

I believe they are especially common in the UK or maybe Ireland.

[Just Old Al]

I think the confusion lies in that most people see the trousers tucked into the wellies to keep them dry.

And some of us have the common sense not to wear our wellies in the house...

[GlytchMeister]

I think the confusion lies in that most people see the trousers tucked into the wellies to keep them dry.

And some of us have the common sense not to wear our wellies in the house...

Shots fired

[Just Old Al]

Yup. I've never actually seen someone wearing pants over wellington boots.

They're very useful and quite comfortable really. The fashion trend among the young female crowd for wearing rubber boots left me endlessly amused - wellies as a fashion statement.

I would never wear them in the house. If you go onto an English farm there will be a bench by the door and that's as close as the wellies get to the house.

The shoes Greg is talking about here are not wellies per se - they're waterproofs of the old-school L.L. Bean flavour, I suspect.

[GlytchMeister]

Wellies are in vogue now? That makes no sense... But then again, fashion isn't known for being reasonable.

(Your honor, I present as evidence to support the charge of rampant disregard for common sense and practicality, the high heeled shoe.)

[DinkyInky]

Wellies are in vogue now? That makes no sense... But then again, fashion isn't known for being reasonable.

(Your honor, I present as evidence to support the charge of rampant disregard for common sense and practicality, the high heeled shoe.)

If the heels are made right, I can run on black ice in them and not hurt myself...I actually have done so before...was on my way to a job interview, and saw my son had forgotten his homework folder, as the bus began to leave...

Yeah, and I've done that as a teen running to the bus stop.

Yeah, fashion wellies are almost as annoying as Uggs.

Though for every day practical and weather purposes, gimme a sensible pair of Doc's.

[GlytchMeister]

Wellies are in vogue now? That makes no sense... But then again, fashion isn't known for being reasonable.

(Your honor, I present as evidence to support the charge of rampant disregard for common sense and practicality, the high heeled shoe.)

If the heels are made right, I can run on black ice in them and not hurt myself...I actually have done so before...was on my way to a job interview, and saw my son had forgotten his homework folder, as the bus began to leave...

Yeah, and I've done that as a teen running to the bus stop.

Yeah, uh, ya see, the problem here is that not everyone is magic. Most people tend not to laugh in the face of physics. In fact, I make a special point not to, because in my experience, physics always wins.

[DinkyInky]

If the heels are made right, I can run on black ice in them and not hurt myself...I actually have done so before...was on my way to a job interview, and saw my son had forgotten his homework folder, as the bus began to leave...

Yeah, and I've done that as a teen running to the bus stop.

Yeah, uh, ya see, the problem here is that not everyone is magic. Most people tend not to laugh in the face of physics. In fact, I make a special point not to, because in my experience, physics always wins.

In this case, not physics, but engineering were what was involved. The heel in my case was a small metal rod inserted into a wooden heel, then encased in cork, encased in rubber, encased in leather, and attached to the shoe. Extra thick leather insole, then covered by pillow inserts made shock non-existent.
I was also a runner, having a real persistent need to run from bullies, which is why I had to chase a bus, as I got on a different bus two blocks away from home, due to a special permit from the superintendent.

Mother was....also a bit picky. I not only had to be able to walk elegantly in my long strided gait in heels with a book and a piping hot cup of barley tea in a bone China cup balanced on my head both backwards and forwards, I had to be able to run in them without scuffing them.

Please don't ask what she was trying to accomplish, because thirty years later, I still have no mortal clue.

Though my "duck walk" is less pronounced, my stride is still just as long. She could never get me to take short steps.

[Sgt. Howard]

In the library...
Nudge was at her regular duties in the library... which is to say she was bored. It should be noted that bored Pans are not conducive to smooth operations of any kind, and a bored Pan in a library is especially hazardous.
Nudge was no exception.
Browsing between the stacks, she noticed a laptop open and operating on a table- the owner was nowhere in sight. Investigating, she noticed that it looked like the laptop that Neil routinely uses- intrigued, she looked at the screen-

It was open to a page of a casual sex group, registering the name of 'Roman Sex God' as the signed on member! The message said something about 'married and unsatisfied'...
Nudge sat down- the screen went blue. Try as she might, the signal was lost along with the webpage, and there was no memory of the event. Frustrated, she pushed the laptop away and tried to rise out of the chair... but the chair came up with her! Pulling the chair started pulling fur... which was quite painful. She looked around at her predicament- there was something stapled to the chair...

It proved to be fly paper...

The desktop came back on- Neil's face was there, smiling-
"Do NOT tell tales about my wife," he said rather pleasantly before the computer went dead again...

[Just Old Al]

Sitting back in his construction trailer Kronwulf was disgustingly pleased with himself. He and his team had taken on a job that was the biggest unmitigated disaster he’d ever seen and turned it into a triumph of unimaginable proportions.

Rising again on the shores of Lake Independence, the tower looked nearly exactly as it had when disassembled – or to put not too fine a point on it, when it fell down. The tiles of the roof, the gingerbread in the eaves, all else…exact as modern craftsmanship and the power of paranormal artisanship could create it.

Even the interior rooms looked the same and had the same layout. Before the collapse they had managed to salvage nearly all of the interior wood, doors, window casements and the like. Some were too far gone to use from rot and insects, and these were replaced with identical reproductions – Kronwulf himself could not tell the difference. The windows themselves were inert-gas sealed units made to the dimensions and exact resemblance to the originals – the rooms in the Tower would be much more comfortable in Winter from now on.

The hardwood floors couldn’t be salvaged, but the new ones were perfectly laid and finished to a glass-clear finish with a slight stain to simulate the patina of age.

Underground, however, the true magic had happened. Having to dig as deeply as they had to overcome the erosion from the phosphate had given them a heaven-sent opportunity to provide the customer with luxury beyond their most ardent hopes.

The new foundation once cured and vitrified for water-tightness (thank you dragomorphs) had presented a grand space – all empty. It would be filled with (when finished – a month or two ahead but not needed for the party) a private theater, a full-length lap pool and a workshop.

Daisy, Buck and Al had understood that the theater and lap pool fitting out was not on the original schedule – and planned a grand opening for it all come the time with a Bond film festival. Jacob couldn’t stand the films, but he’d certainly come for the party.

Thinking again, Kronwulf smiled over that workshop. He’d pitched that completely as an aside when documenting the new foundation for the North Tower, but Al had run with it.

The workshop was to be a state of the art facility – for 1900. Many of the tools were fitted, and were lineshaft driven from an overhead shaft, using loose and driven pulleys and belt shifters (all safely enclosed, of course). Amusingly, most of the hardware for that had come out of Building 2 – they’d been found when the renovations were done for RE to move in.

Al had an old friend of his scour the scrap heaps of his native England for the tools – all of which went to AHI at Runnymeade then over in available container space. Fitting this out completely would keep Al busy for years – but that was entirely OK with him.

Kronwulf smiled, sighed and got back to his punch lists – a few more details to iron out, a few more jobs to finish, and then he could put paid to the invoices for this one – at least to call it habitable. It had been a long slog, not only for him but for the ground team, the flight team, the fire team and all the rest.

[FreeFlier]

Nothing wrong with a good line shaft setup . . . you can run it off pretty much anything that goes around, including electric motors, steam engines (either piston or turbine), internal combustion engine, treadmills, external combustion engine, water wheels or 10,000 hamsters . . .

For those interested in such things, Your Old Time Book Store is a fun place . . . they're the successor to Lindsay Publishing.

I found Echoes from the Oil Country quite entertaining . . . Jacking up the building to re-align a line shaft?

--FreeFlier
edited for tyop . . .

[Sgt. Howard]

Nothing wrong with a goo line shaft setup . . . you can run it off pretty much anything that goes around, including electric motors, steam engines (either piston or turbine), internal combustion engine, treadmills, external combustion engine, water wheels or 10,000 hamsters . . .

For those interested in such things, Your Old Time Book Store is a fun place . . . they're the successor to Lindsay Publishing.

I found Echoes from the Oil Country quite entertaining . . . Jacking up the building to re-align a line shaft?

--FreeFlier

PETA outlawed the Hamster option... we're allowed the use of re-animated aborted fetuses, however

[GlytchMeister]

*delicate cough*

[lake_wrangler]

Here they are, Folks!

Sarge? Is that a Confederate States belt buckle?

[jwhouk]

Here they are, Folks!

Sarge? Is that a Confederate States belt buckle?

...This surprises you?

[Sgt. Howard]

Here they are, Folks!

Sarge? Is that a Confederate States belt buckle?

Yuppers- soon as I finish a bit of scribbling, I'll do a shot and post it

[FreeFlier]

...Sarge, are you wearing flats???

Or is that a type of shoe I just don't know about? That is rather common, come to think of it. My shoe vocabulary is rather limited.

Them's is my waterproofs- pretty common in snow country. Green sole and toe with tan treated leather uppers

I've also heard them called swampers. Some have a light tan sole that wraps around onto the sides and a medium brown leather upper.

The better grades of Wellington boots are leather . . . IME the plastic or rubber ones are the cheap stuff.

Nothing wrong with a good line shaft setup . . . you can run it off pretty much anything that goes around, including electric motors, steam engines (either piston or turbine), internal combustion engine, treadmills, external combustion engine, water wheels or 10,000 hamsters . . .

PETA outlawed the Hamster option... we're allowed the use of re-animated aborted fetuses, however

How about gerbils? . . . Two-legged gerbils?

Of course, that would tend to thin out PETA a bit . . .

--FreeFlier

[lake_wrangler]

Here they are, Folks!

Sarge? Is that a Confederate States belt buckle?

...This surprises you?

I can't remember where Sarge hails from (Texas?), so I can't say I'm surprised, as much as wanting to confirm that I saw and recognized correctly. (I am, after all, a mere French Canadian, so I am not as fully versed in all things Americana as some other forum goers might be... )