Amiable Dorsai

I'm reserving judgement--this boat has flown so far off the tracks I expected that I want to see where it parks before I calculate the orbit.

I'm reserving judgement--this boat has flown so far off the tracks I expected that I want to see where it parks before I calculate the orbit.

Do they use a different term over there for the thing that measures how many kilometers a car has traveled?  An Elastigirlmeter or a uryuometer or somesuch, perhaps?

You guys are super soldiers, aren't you? A few flurries ought not be a problem for the heroic Dorsai.

I know the feeling. Logistics just told me I couldn't have five fusion powered tanks for mowing my lawn.
In fact, the buggers wanted to know why I would need even one fusion powered tank for mowing my lawn.

The lady on the radio says the snow has stopped.
So this is the Fake News I've been hearing so much about...

Damned REMFs.

In our defense, we were doing fine until Gunny got a paper cut while filling out the requisition for the antimatter snowblower.

The lady on the radio says the snow has stopped.
So this is the Fake News I've been hearing so much about...

The lady on the radio says the snow has stopped.
So this is the Fake News I've been hearing so much about...

The lady on the radio says the snow has stopped.
So this is the Fake News I've been hearing so much about...

Snow, followed by snow, then some frozen, fluffy precipitation. After that, snow. Just got back inside after the fifth iteration of shoveling since yesterday. At least the schools are off today, so the stuff hasn't been packed down by dozens of little feet.
Last year, the weather gnomes kept predicting snow that would, at the last moment, veer off and hit Indianapolis, rather than Chicago. This year, their aim has been better.
Bastards.

"Bomb" seems, sadly, topical.
My digital thermometer is reading "0oF" (more or less), which is how I feel about heading over to the gym right now.

And Marijuana, don't forget the marijuana.
That is silly, everyone knows the mountains are in the northern part, like Mount Prospect.
 
(For those of you who don't live here, "Mount" Prospect is just barely out of the swamp.)

"Bomb" seems, sadly, topical.
My digital thermometer is reading "0oF" (more or less), which is how I feel about heading over to the gym right now.

Hi Folks, long time no see.  Been too busy to keep up with either the forum or the comic for quite a while. Just got caught up with the comic, haven't had time for the forums. Forgive me if I've been anticipated by others.
It looks like there are going to be more players on the board than either Sirleck or Magus anticipates--Sirleck's got six Aberrations coming, but Susan the Vampire Hunter can't be part of his calculations. Where is Voltaire? Will Terra make a belated reappearance? If she's an AU Tedd, she's probably been looking for Magus for the last three years.
And there are tantalizing hints that Sirleck might not be entirely in control of Ellen.
It seems I'm back just in time. Pass the popcorn.

Hi Folks, long time no see.  Been too busy to keep up with either the forum or the comic for quite a while. Just got caught up with the comic, haven't had time for the forums. Forgive me if I've been anticipated by others.
It looks like there are going to be more players on the board than either Sirleck or Magus anticipates--Sirleck's got six Aberrations coming, but Susan the Vampire Hunter can't be part of his calculations. Where is Voltaire? Will Terra make a belated reappearance? If she's an AU Tedd, she's probably been looking for Magus for the last three years.
And there are tantalizing hints that Sirleck might not be entirely in control of Ellen.
It seems I'm back just in time. Pass the popcorn.

Naw, the unwillingness to do so is because you've gotten what you wanted from them, so why spend any more?

Just polished off an elk burger. The restaurant in the parking lot of this con hotel has some interesting menu choices.  Shame I've sworn off bourbon for the time being.

Just polished off an elk burger. The restaurant in the parking lot of this con hotel has some interesting menu choices.  Shame I've sworn off bourbon for the time being.

Kitty Carlisle or  Soupy Sales
Oops, you were talking about the 50s edition whilst I recall the 60s and 70s era of syndicated game shows.

Old episodes of What's My Line? a 1950s-early sixties game show. Example here. I find this glimpse into the era when I was born soothing and charming, if slightly alien. The world has changed in so many ways.
Do Mrs. Dorsai and I know how to party on a Saturday night or what?

I do not normally comment in person but once again I feel compelled to make an exception.
Whatever other issues of policy may be at hand, I am greatly concerned by the president-elect's apparent intention to disengage from old alliances across the world. NATO in particular has been of obvious importance to my homeland. Denmark is a small nation with little in the way of military power and is situated in a position of immense strategic importance to Russia. NATO has helped ensure a long peace in Europe, one which has lasted most of my lifetime with few interruptions. On such occasions where other nations have attacked the US, my homeland has every time reciprocated by placing forces, planes and naval vessels at the disposal of the US. Also, it is worth noting that the esteemed JML of this forum has served the US in Europe for a number of years and thus aided in extending this peace, for which I owe him my thanks and gratitude.
No alliance lasts forever, of course. But I must confess to feeling strong pangs at the thought of NATO coming apart, not to mention considerable worry at the thought of what Putin and similar strongmen might do to take advantage of it. That other similar detentes around the globe are also in danger does nothing to reassure me, I fear.

Somewhere, Siannis and Royko are sharing a few beers, and Goodman is frantically revising lyrics while listening to their jokes.
Apologies to non-Chicagoans for references you may need to Google, but Mrs. Dorsai just told me that the impossible has happened. I'm croggled.

Chicago restaurants are serving a lot of goat, tonight.