Autumn leaves such as these always make me think of rich prep school boys spying on the girl of which they are obsessed, then 'accidentally' killing her with a golf club.
Autumn leaves such as these always make me think of rich prep school boys spying on the girl of which they are obsessed, then 'accidentally' killing her with a golf club.
Such thoughts took a load off Michael Skakel's ___.
If I squint I can picture the New Charles Manson leading a procession of thundering dune buggies down this street beneath the colored leaves. New Charlie would do this, man, the squares don't get it.
New Charlie Manson says its time your shit was some different shit, man. I'm gonna park my dune buggie in front of your house and just chill, take my shirt off. Got any beer?
New Charlie Manson ain't got time for the Man's Game. You see the colors in those leaves? Its Revolution, man.
No need to recycle, people: End Times is Near. You're all flying with Lynyrd Skynyrd, man, you don't even know it. I'm the Free Bird, it's all in the Song.
New Charlie Manson is this Bird you cannot change, people: you're all in a plane goin' down, and I'm just sitting here in my dune buggie with my shirt off. I gave one of my girls the name "Stevie Nicks" -- it's all what I say it will be or it ain't anything to begin with. Squares.
Stevie Nicks, she's a cool cool chick: she's always saying "New Charlie, why don't you take your shirt off?" She knows when I take my shirt off I'm making a Statement about the New Charlie Freedom, man.
Linda Ronstadt used to be my Number One Girl, but Stevie Nicks beat her down in the Denny's bathroom in Boise, so the Order was changed.
Stevie, she says Debbie Harry has her eye on the Spot, but if she tries anything she's gonna stick her. I stay out of those things: the chicks gotta figure out what the chicks gotta figure out.
Thanks for the pix, here in southern China we get winter flowers but no beautiful fall foliage. Does Madison permit homeowners to burn the fallen leaves? The smell of burning leaves is one of my happiest childhood memories.
One of my girls was a little bit chubby, so I named her Mama Cass.
Back in California I told her 'Mama Cass, they're ain't gonna be any fat chicks in the New Charlie World -- you are not to have another bite of food until we reach Wisconsin.' And you know what? The girl did it.
I've now changed her name to 'Karen Carpenter', you know, as inspiration. It is what I do, man: I Inspire People.
I went down a Stevie Nicks internet wormhole last night at work and discovered that 'Edge of Seventeen,' was about the death of her uncle and the death of John Lennon and Stevie mishearing something Tom Petty's wife said in a L.A. restaurant about 'the age of seventeen.' Also I've been to that Denny's in Boise, in spirit if not in body. Next year me and my posse are planning on visiting a Dennys in every state. As always I'll be keeping my ever razor-sharp senses on high alert for over-scented, over-looked, under-appreciated, and oh-so-ever-hard-to-resist, Stevie-spore.
I'm the New Charlie Manson, I can eat whatever I want. Hash Browns, man, that's where it's at. I don't need nothing else, just give me Hash Browns and coffee and acid and I'm on fire with The New Charlie Spirit.
I see things, man, I see things the squares don't see.
I had my Hash Browns, coffee and acid and I was in Touch with the Next Dimension, I was there and Dead Jim Morrison came to me. He said, 'New Charlie, I like your shit'. For real. New Charlie, he's gotta get himself some leather pants.
Me and Dead Jim Morrison, we wrote a poem together, man, it was beautiful.
Decapitated Horse Head Speaks of Weird Scenes Dune Buggies by the Bungalows New Charlie risin' Toad Squirm River Snake I am Shirtless and Golden and Unafraid So Smile for a While and let's be Jolly New Charlie Love shouldn't be so Melancholy Come Along and Share the New Times While we Can I Beg your Pardon I Never Promised you a Rose Garden I'm a Hash Brown Man
Sometimes when I'm flying on the acid Hash Browns I see the Dead John Lennon. Punk-ass Bitch, man, Punk-ass Bitch. He let the First Charlie down. When First Charlie gets up there they are going to settle a few things. 'Watchin' the Wheels' -- man, that's Bullshit.
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Mom and I were discussing how the fall colors in Wisconsin seem particularly good this year. Anybody else have that impression?
just beautiful!
Cool nights. Sunny days. Plenty of rainfall.
That's why the colors are so great this year, according to Meade.
Beautiful!
Good days to be out. And on bad weather days when one has to be in, take those kids to the theater.
Autumn leaves such as these always make me think of rich prep school boys spying on the girl of which they are obsessed, then 'accidentally' killing her with a golf club.
Why are the leaves those funny colors? Here, they're all green.
It's a different world.
For me, anything North of West Palm Beach is "The Great White North".
Autumn leaves such as these always make me think of rich prep school boys spying on the girl of which they are obsessed, then 'accidentally' killing her with a golf club.
Such thoughts took a load off Michael Skakel's ___.
What a lovely neighborhood you live in.
If I squint I can picture the New Charles Manson leading a procession of thundering dune buggies down this street beneath the colored leaves. New Charlie would do this, man, the squares don't get it.
New Charlie Manson says its time your shit was some different shit, man. I'm gonna park my dune buggie in front of your house and just chill, take my shirt off. Got any beer?
New Charlie Manson ain't got time for the Man's Game. You see the colors in those leaves? Its Revolution, man.
No need to recycle, people: End Times is Near. You're all flying with Lynyrd Skynyrd, man, you don't even know it. I'm the Free Bird, it's all in the Song.
New Charlie Manson is this Bird you cannot change, people: you're all in a plane goin' down, and I'm just sitting here in my dune buggie with my shirt off. I gave one of my girls the name "Stevie Nicks" -- it's all what I say it will be or it ain't anything to begin with. Squares.
Stevie Nicks, she's a cool cool chick: she's always saying "New Charlie, why don't you take your shirt off?" She knows when I take my shirt off I'm making a Statement about the New Charlie Freedom, man.
Linda Ronstadt used to be my Number One Girl, but Stevie Nicks beat her down in the Denny's bathroom in Boise, so the Order was changed.
Stevie, she says Debbie Harry has her eye on the Spot, but if she tries anything she's gonna stick her. I stay out of those things: the chicks gotta figure out what the chicks gotta figure out.
Thanks for the pix, here in southern China we get winter flowers but no beautiful fall foliage. Does Madison permit homeowners to burn the fallen leaves? The smell of burning leaves is one of my happiest childhood memories.
One of my girls was a little bit chubby, so I named her Mama Cass.
Back in California I told her 'Mama Cass, they're ain't gonna be any fat chicks in the New Charlie World -- you are not to have another bite of food until we reach Wisconsin.' And you know what? The girl did it.
I've now changed her name to 'Karen Carpenter', you know, as inspiration. It is what I do, man: I Inspire People.
@beta: Thanks for connecting the dots. I always wondered were Charlie perfume came from and why it's available in "Red" and "Blue" varieties.
Is this like a cafe post where we can talk about anything in the comments?
I went down a Stevie Nicks internet wormhole last night at work and discovered that 'Edge of Seventeen,' was about the death of her uncle and the death of John Lennon and Stevie mishearing something Tom Petty's wife said in a L.A. restaurant about 'the age of seventeen.' Also I've been to that Denny's in Boise, in spirit if not in body. Next year me and my posse are planning on visiting a Dennys in every state. As always I'll be keeping my ever razor-sharp senses on high alert for over-scented, over-looked, under-appreciated, and oh-so-ever-hard-to-resist, Stevie-spore.
3' Video of 1964 Notre Dame vs Navy football game
I'm the New Charlie Manson, I can eat whatever I want. Hash Browns, man, that's where it's at. I don't need nothing else, just give me Hash Browns and coffee and acid and I'm on fire with The New Charlie Spirit.
I see things, man, I see things the squares don't see.
I had my Hash Browns, coffee and acid and I was in Touch with the Next Dimension, I was there and Dead Jim Morrison came to me. He said, 'New Charlie, I like your shit'. For real.
New Charlie, he's gotta get himself some leather pants.
Me and Dead Jim Morrison, we wrote a poem together, man, it was beautiful.
Decapitated Horse Head
Speaks of Weird Scenes
Dune Buggies by the Bungalows
New Charlie risin'
Toad Squirm River Snake
I am Shirtless and Golden
and Unafraid
So Smile for a While
and let's be Jolly
New Charlie Love shouldn't be so Melancholy
Come Along and Share the New Times
While we Can
I Beg your Pardon
I Never Promised you a Rose Garden
I'm a Hash Brown Man
Dead Jim Morrison, he's still got it.
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Sometimes when I'm flying on the acid Hash Browns I see the Dead John Lennon. Punk-ass Bitch, man, Punk-ass Bitch. He let the First Charlie down. When First Charlie gets up there they are going to settle a few things. 'Watchin' the Wheels' -- man, that's Bullshit.
Don't you guys got any sugar maples in Wisc?
Does Madison permit homeowners to burn the fallen leaves?
No.
@Tim: Of course WI has Sugar Maples. But it only produces about 1/6th of the Syrup that Vermont does. (Except in 2012 -- that was a bust year)
"Good days to be out. And on bad weather days when one has to be in, take those kids to the theater."
As a post the following morning show, we were going to the theater… at sunset.
"Don't you guys got any sugar maples in Wisc?"
Click the trees tag and scroll until you get to the bright red/orange. Those colors were a week or so ago. There are stages.
http://althouse.blogspot.com/2014/09/at-sugar-maple-cafe.html
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