CapeCodToday Blog Chowder

OMG... Da Cuteness....it looks like the mini-Celtics vs. the mini-Hawks.

Patrick could have bought one of those Snoop De Villes, and called it a Coupe Deval.

Gina Champ deserves jail for being dumb.

That would be funny if Cape Wind were defeated, and Plan B was a big smokestack plant in Hyannisport.

I proposed this in Jack's blog, but I'm not sure he took me seriously. You could put windmills on top of the casinos... sheer f'ing gold, and I bet it would sway Kennedy to CW's side.

I would have kicked him right in the balls if he tried that with one of my students.

Too bad no one caught MY robber, and collected the cash bounty.

You have to study history fairly deeply, to the point where porbably only Jack and I are aware of this... but, besides booze, one of the few things the Pilgrims and Wampanoags could agree upon was Gambling.

There was no NFL in 1621, so they had to do Something to kill time while the womenfolk cleaned the dishes and vacuumed. That something was Stud Poker.

The Wampanoags had a similar game- played with autumn leaves, and called "amibran"- and it took remarkably little cooperation to merge the two games into something distinctly and totally American.

In fact, the Wampanoag name that Massasoit gave to John Alden- "kimurquhart"- roughly translates into English as "compulsively plays every hand for a flush."

The old Poker advice "never play cards with someone named after a city" was invented due to the skill of a brave named "Mashpee."

Massasoit's son Metacom- known to us as King Phillip- never took to Stud Poker, viewing it as a debilitating influence brought by the Palefaces. Hence, the War.

I think C-Dub would have a lot more support if the windmills were better looking.

I'd go "17th Century Dutch," but I'm French.

Don't forget to call her "Garfunkel."

Ok, kids...

How about a little less arguing, and a little more Happy Birthday Stacey in her poor column? The girl lives to make you laugh, and she feeds on comments.

In all fairness, most Batman villains use an alter-ego, i.e. The Riddler, The Joker, The Penguin. Even Harvey Dent- who everyone in Gotham City knows is a crook- still goes by the moniker Two Face.

Even Batman uses the secret identity more as a totem. When discovered by Bane (real name, I might add) in the Batcave, he dons the mask anyhow.

"You can't hide your identity from me, Wayne."

"I'm not hiding... I'm becoming."

Depending on who you ask, it's already here.

This happens in my house all the time. What you do is gather the family around, put a trash barrel under it, and announce that everyone has 30 seconds to grab stuff before you turn the drawer over and throw out everything.

In my home, we call this Trial By Hefty, but other households may feel free to assign their own moniker.

It's nice to read this section without seeing a stupid comment by that reprobate Monponsett. She should be taken outside and flayed.

I've long felt that you do good work here, Tim.

I suppose that this is one of the things Al Gore had in mind when he invented the Internet.

Nice... I'm throwing a live lobster at her!

She's in Asia, and I'm still hiding under my desk. Yup... this one's a Slobberknocker.

If Iran becomes a nuclear power, they will seek to dominate the Gulf region. We won't allow it. There will be a war, in which many Iranians (and Americans)will die.

Or, we hit them before their strength peaks, and less Americans die.

Didn't the Iraqis resent Hussein running roughshod over their lives too? How come they're still killing our soldiers after we brought them Democracy? But I'm sure Iran is totally different... I mean, they were storming that embassy to free our hostages a few decades ago.

I see the fight as inevitable, and I'd rather it went down while we have armies on two of Iran's borders, and while we have a nuclear trump card.

If you want to fight back into Arabia in 2015 under an Iranian nuclear assault, God bless you and the soldiers you served with.

We're both discussing moves that will kill... I just recognize that even your moves will bring about killing, and I'd rather be on the Plus side of the equation when that goes down.

Remember that I'm around 30, so I may have missed it.... but was it "look at that monkey go?"

This is why I don't let my real name out here... I even gave Walter a fake one when I won that hat.

Peckham has kids? There goes my Spore Theory...

Also... doe sthe boss get mad at you, when you get the camera out when you're maybe supposed to be foaming the runway? That's not criticism, mind you... you get some good shots.

They already lowered the estimated yearly total, just this week.
Also, that mass of clouds you see (either the one near the Antilles, or the one off the SE coast) are not likely to develop.

When I saw "Freak Fall," I thought that it weas dwarves or bearded ladies or something. "Lobster Boy injured" kind of stuff.

5 Omans = 1 Iraq, oil wise.

Some day... and not because I dislike the man.... Bennett for Senate is going to get a Slush Puppy thrown at him by a woman in a BMW.

I'll honk first, so he can see it coming.

This is why I chose "Motherhood" as a profession.

Afghanistan, Lebanon and Iraq would make nice bases to hit Syria and Iran from. We should get in on that war, while the getting's good.

I bet we could get the Izzies in on our side, too... They can do all the occupying nonsense afterwards as a thank you for our reducing their blood enemies to an 18th Century standard of living. The Palestinians will be handy to repopulate Syria and Iran with... and as I said before, they're pre-programmed.

Pakistan has their own problems, and China would be a good place to test a few nukes on if they decided to intervene.

Tough not to like this guy....

This probably isn't where you were going with this, but I used to love ECW because they'd put on their shows in small town halls. It had a barnstorming charm that the arena-sized WWE can't even hope to match.

I saw New Jack jump off the balcony onto D-Von Dudley, who was supine on a table.... maybe a 30 foot drop.... I was amazed both men got up (D-Von actually ended up winning the fight).

I'm pretty sure this happened in the same town hall where Ben Franklin once spoke, and New Jack may have indeed leapt off of the balcony from which Dr. Franklin made speeches.

The only lead I have on it is a agricultural supplies dealer in Michigan, and it's over 10 years old. I think he's in a federal prison somewhere.

You may want to cross-reference the stories, though... Tim at Cape Wide News could tell you better than I could, but wasn't there a niggidy-nasty car accident in Sandwich right around the same time (that quite possibly may have taken down a power line) that the lights went out at Stop&Shop?

Glad to hear you cleaned up in ACK. To misquote the 'Pine... "a dollar sent to Peckham is a dollar lost to ACK forever."

Nice time of year to go under hot lights in full 16th Century regalia. They should have done something with less clothing, like "Showgirls."

Re: the weather....

Keep doing as you do, although you should leave some wiggle room. You were the first site I saw that mentioned Tropical Storm Beryl warnings for CC.

granted, THAT turned out to be a miscue... but the theory was sound, as they say in lion-hunting circles.

You know it's a nasty accident when they can't tell if it was a pickup or an SUV. Le Yikes!

I think Peckham may have won himself a lobsta bake, unless someone has a picture of him near S&S in Sandwich with bolt cutters.

Or a man could just stick his member into a fan for an even sillier use of wind power technology potential.

You do realize that you're suggesting pretty much the same thing as going outside and watching the electric meter on the side of your house turn, right?

Sadly, next to my computer screen is my wind-speed detection-meter-thingy, and it's giving me a big 0-6 mph reading as I write this.

What's the minimum speed needed to get those blades spinning? I asked Jack, but he gets sort of paranoid when I use question marks. It seems like the warmest weather (and heaviest power usage) occurs when we have the least wind.

On the CW side, our winter storms feature plenty of wind, and I'd gather that power usage increases during storms as well.

I like how you're handling this.... you take a morbid situation and turn it into something others can learn by. That's a strong will. I'd bet you beat it.

My powers of deduction lead me to think that Peckham is driving a yellow Ryder truck full of magnesium shavings somewhere in the Sandwich/Sagamore region as I write this.

Monponsett is over for morning tea, and she says that- as a former high school teacher- she isn't offended unless you do something truly awful (whip it out, make fun of her children, etc...)

If my power goes out Wednesday, I'll just submerge 99% of myself in the ocean... with just my nose and mouth above water, like a hippo.

I'd make hub drive everything out while the girls and I flew in (he'd be picking us up at the airport, too), but I'm kind of a bytch.

I hate people that use two names to comment here.

Are the blades really that close to the water? It looks like a good wave set would bend every blade on the turbine.

If they aren't that close to the water, why are they drawn so?

Washington neds to be hit up with a 400 foot douche.

The spider under the St. John's Wort is probably very relaxed, yet has a high level of energy when needed.

I'm good like that.

I hope you whip this cancer's ass, but if you do have to leave us early... I'm reminded of a story that I think Lewis Grizzard wrote.

He had interviewed the oldest manin Georgia, a 109 year old man who preached hard work, clean living, and faith in Jesus. He had never drank, smoked, drugged, eaten meat... totally clean life. He only had sex for purposes of procreation.

"You're almost 110 years old," asked Grizzard. "Have you accomplished everything you wanted to in life?"

"Well, I'll tell you.... when I know my time is coming, I intend to get 5 pounds of roast beef, 3 bottles of tequila, some cocaine, an 18 year old girl, and a guitar. I'll then go down to the river, eat the food, drink the booze, smoke the cocaine, and have sex with the girl."

"What's the guitar for?"

"If I'm still alive after the sex,drugs, booze and red meat... I plan to sing the girl a love song."

Won't my husband be surprised....