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Why, whatever do you mean?

GlytchMeister wrote:Why, whatever do you mean?

Possibly afraid that the Lady of the Lake is an accordion?

Dave wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:Why, whatever do you mean?

Possibly afraid that the Lady of the Lake is an accordion?

Egads! C'mon, man, Glytch has better taste than that!

And no, she's not a bagpipe either.

And. What. Is. Wrong. With. Bagpipes?

Wolf-who-watches wrote:/paws over ears/

Everybody's a critic.

--FreeFlier

Bagpipes are only worth playing if they are flaming and played by Darth Vader on a unicycle.

And even then, it still inflicts stabbing pains on my eardrums

GlytchMeister wrote:Bagpipes are only worth playing if they are flaming and played by Darth Vader on a unicycle.

And even then, it still inflicts stabbing pains on my eardrums

It depends very much on what sort of pipe. Bagpipes were, at various times, common in a rectangle-ish area bound by Ireland, Portugal, Jordan, and somewhere in Russia. Naturally, there are lots of varieties.

For a long time, Great Britain actually banned the Scottish great pipe as a weapon of war. IMHO they were absolutely correct about what sort of object it is (no comment on whether banning it was justified).

However, the Northumbrian smallpipe isn't bad, and the uilleann pipe have a pretty nice sound (it's actually possible to play a tune on the "drones" on that one). And once I heard a recording of a small soprano single pipe (no drones) which I haven't been able to find or identify again - it was really sweet.

edit: mis-aimed link fixed

GlytchMeister wrote:

Dave wrote:Possibly afraid that the Lady of the Lake is an accordion?

Egads! C'mon, man, Glytch has better taste than that!

On the other hand... last week my wife and I attended a local house concert featuring Claudia Villela, a renowned Brazilian vocalist and percussionist and pianist. That evening, she was accompanied by a young gentleman who was an excellent and expressive pianist, and also a fine accordionist.

Accordion, piano, and voice work together amazingly well, at least at the high level of skill we were fortunate to see!

(However, since he's admitted that he can play the accordion, he'll never get a job in a rock-'n-roll band.)

Warrl, yer Northumbrian smallpipe link sets up a redirect quote reply to Glytches post instead of a link.

Bagpipes are the best revenge on drunken or hungover frat boys.

Double so if you have an FM transmitter more powerful than the one they are using for their party/vehicles.

Dave wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:

Dave wrote:Possibly afraid that the Lady of the Lake is an accordion?

Egads! C'mon, man, Glytch has better taste than that!

On the other hand... last week my wife and I attended a local house concert featuring Claudia Villela, a renowned Brazilian vocalist and percussionist and pianist. That evening, she was accompanied by a young gentleman who was an excellent and expressive pianist, and also a fine accordionist.

Accordion, piano, and voice work together amazingly well, at least at the high level of skill we were fortunate to see!

(However, since he's admitted that he can play the accordion, he'll never get a job in a rock-'n-roll band.)

Worked well for Weird Al so far!

DinkyInky wrote:Worked well for Weird Al so far!

Weird. Al. Why did you repeat yourself?

"A long long time ago, in a galaxy far away...Naboo was under an attack..."

DinkyInky wrote: . . . Bagpipes are the best revenge on drunken or hungover frat boys.

Double so if you have an FM transmitter more powerful than the one they are using for their party/vehicles.

So does putting the Sex Pistols God Save the Queen on your stereo at volume 11, turning the speakers to the bedroom wall, starting it playing on repeat and leaving for the rest of the weekend . . .

Or simply throwing a long string of firecrackers into the concrete dorm room at 0630 . . .

--FreeFlier

DinkyInky wrote:Warrl, yer Northumbrian smallpipe link sets up a redirect quote reply to Glytches post instead of a link.

Fixed, thanks, and here's where it was supposed to point.

For reference, I've played this track and many others from this lovely album "Off Kilter" by a fantastic band known as The Rogues, whom I have had the pleasure of seeing live while Mayhem was still alive.

Glytch awoke late Friday the first. It was about 2 in the afternoon, and he was thoroughly enjoying the absolute lack of a set schedule MIB allowed him. As a freelance whitehat, he didn't have much of a schedule either. In fact, he hasn't had to wake up before noon for work ever since he finished college.
Probably would have landed a better paying job if I was willing to deal with a schedule, but money isn't everything.
He remained in bed for another hour, reading webcomics and news before he finally succumbed to biological needs and got up to relieve himself and eat.
Breakfast was a lost cause, so Glytch ate a couple pb&j's instead. A glance outside informed him it was altogether too damn cold. Might just spend the day on Kauaii instead of dealing with... that...

Finished with his pseudo-breakfast, Glytch showered and dressed in lightweight (but still full-length and unrestrictive) tennis shoes, jeans, and a hooded shirt. Wallet, watch, sunglasses, keys/USB drives... Phone. Ok. Glytch typed in a quick VORP command and pressed Enter.

The sensation of having a machine scan your entire body and force each and every atom to quantum tunnel hundreds of miles is not something easily compared to anything normally experienced by an average human. To Glytch, it feels like his whole body has a momentary surge of that "pins and needles" feeling, followed by that feeling you get when you unexpectedly step off a curb and your gut jumps up into your throat.

In this case, of course, there was also the truly disorienting sensation of going from a 63°F indoor room in Illinois to an 80°F alley just outside a Uhaul in Kauai.
Glytch stood still, closed his eyes, and breathed deep. A smile spread across his face as he took in the unique smell of Kauai... Hibiscus, guava, clean air, and salt. I need to pop back here more often...

Renting the truck was nothing special, though it took Glytch a few minutes to remember his lessons on driving larger vehicles.

Driving in Hawaii is a vastly different experience compared to driving in Illinois. For one, everything is much more interesting, and to Glytch's ADHD brain, this could be a problem. Illinois is flat and boring, except Chicago... But in Chicago, it's much easier to stay focused on the road because every fiber of your being is made well aware of the fact that not concentrating absolutely will result in a grisly, agonizing death involving metal, glass, gasoline, and lots and lots of kinetic energy.

Chicago drivers are downright murderous. It's a wonder the city is still populated.

In Hawaii, however, at least from Glytch's experience, the act of driving is much more relaxing. Once you are out of the touristy places, people run on "island time"... You get there when you get there. So, to someone who is not only experienced with driving in Chicago, but downright used to it, it can quickly become very tempting to ogle the scenery.

Once Glytch recovered from drifting into the shoulder for the third time, he rolled up the windows and pulled into a dirt road, out of sight from the main road, and VORPed the whole friggin' truck to just a little ways from Devan's place.

Only the shoulder?

And only three times?



--FreeFlier

It's the guava fumes. They have psychotropic properties.

In a nondescript cubicle farm, a chime sounds. A dialog pops up on the screen... This is nothing new... the customer probably left the lights on and killed the battery.

A few seconds later, a more strident chime sounds from across the farm... ... followed by a loud, "What the...?"

At least Glytch didn't VORP the truck from Illinois.

GlytchMeister wrote:At least Glytch didn't VORP the truck from Illinois.

Usually when I have rented a vehicle, they wanted to know up front if I was going to take it across state lines.

(Last time, they didn't ask... but then I had already said that I only needed it for a couple hours max, and from where I was the only way to take it out of the state in that time was by ferry to Canada. With getting it back in the same period pretty much impossible. I actually had the truck for a bit under an hour and drove it 15 miles before returning it. The fuel gauge wasn't sufficiently high precision to show that I used any gasoline at all.)

Dave wrote:It's the guava fumes. They have psychotropic properties.

Omigawd guava is so delicious... I need to find that Lebanese store in Peoria and get a carton. I miss guava so much...