Europe 1348
“Good morrow, Doctor.”
”Good morrow to thee.”
”How goest it?”
”It goest quite well. Methinks I hath developed a preventative for the Plague.”
”Doth it work?”
”Aye. I have administered it to three score folk. All have kept company with folk with plague and only two have contracted it.”
”That be good news. Doth it have side effects?”
“None that we hath seen. Would thee like for me to administer it to thee?”
”Hath thou tested it for long?”
“There hath not been longtime since I developed it.”
”Should not thou Waite?”
”I canst not Waite. Folk are dying.”
”This be imprudent. Thou should Waite.”
”There be no time. All must have it now.”
“Thou canst not tell all to have it now. All hath rights.”
”Art thou more afeared of side effects than of death?”
”Wouldst thou use the vaccine to control us?”
”What the fucke?”
”Wilt thou make us ill with another pestilence?”
”I be a physician. I cure pestilence.”
”Dost thou charge much gold for the vaccine?”
”Nay. I charge little. If folk die, I hath no one to treat.”
”This vaccine may be the Devil’s worke.”
”This vaccine keeps folks on this Earth rather than under it.”
“Methinks I shall Waite.”
”Thou hast no time.”
”Thou mayest be in collusion with the Devil. I shall Waite.”
Plus ca change……
04/14/2021 @ 10:57 am
Really good post. Really bad featured image. Head shaved off. Text blurred and unreadable. Consider changing the image.
04/22/2021 @ 8:35 am
I did
04/21/2021 @ 10:03 am
This is pretty fucking funny kosh! And heaven knows i really need a good laugh today. Great post.
04/21/2021 @ 2:11 pm
Thanks MM. Glad you found it.
04/28/2021 @ 3:18 pm
Epcot-level of ‘lil bit funny!
04/28/2021 @ 3:49 pm
I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not
04/28/2021 @ 5:27 pm
IF neurologists are the home team they’re still in the locker room…109 stress disorder. Oddly up north Kohl’s (KSS) displays a ‘way-cool’ baseball cap: white as the driven snow with III up front. I guess LOVE does not appear in the Bill of Rights. Just about a moment ago I’d my ‘skies ‘0 blue’ eureka over on ‘Walking Miles’ abruptly amazed that we’ve not applied PROGRESS to traffic stops. Also how we’ve gone to pot post-9/11. E.G.: long long time ago I’d conceptualized a bulletproof umbrella in the hands of (may he RIP) Secretary Brady when he exited President Regan’s’ limousine (plausibly as I was coming of age when I first heard Ave Maria). Next thing you know, Luceil and (underscored) Joe DiMaggio were last seen French kissing a creampuff. Compliment kind sir! Now and again you’re as THERE as that auld/vid of Martin Short tap-dancing that oval descent in the RFK Center. Free at last, I thank the Lord Almighty that Céline strong suit was not brevity! [sic] “Glory, in our time, smiles only on the rich, men of science or not.’
jpHart
‘…9workinpracticing9…’
04/28/2021 @ 6:43 pm
oshersalaami:
Tramps like us keep the FSB on amphetamines!!! I haven’t felt this ‘secret’ since cattin’ ’round one TGIF I’d the thrill of shaking hands with (Jim) Catfish Hunter at the Safehouse. That one warm Saturday morning I’d epically enjoyed the whirlpool in the Pfister hotel with the flight crew ladies of the Yankees’ chartered Delta 747…whoa! Tiny bubbles and French bikinis! That 5 O’clock World found moi indulgent with a haircut and shave. The great John Denver was across the room with that smile of his getting his bangs trimmed[…] And no, I am no longer incensed with my grade school lunches’ supra-lobbied food pyramid. Just a poet — my quest is to ‘go beyond’ ‘Flanders Fields’.
Whatcha-cha doin?
Maybe I ought just buy me some land L☢;}
0! Please don’t miss Ted Burke’s Lawrence Ferlinghetti eulogy over on ‘Like It or Not’ …!
Right now I am ‘typing-time’ […windshield wipers clapping time (WWCT)] as I await the ‘kids’ who’ve been consigned to hologram a ‘treatment’ of Connie Francis and Sal Mineo…working title: ‘What Might Have Been’.
In Dreams😢
04/28/2021 @ 11:37 pm
JP:
Knock knock
04/29/2021 @ 1:23 am
Okay — as long as it’s NOT Tucker Carlson — who’s there⁉
04/29/2021 @ 8:19 am
Hike
04/29/2021 @ 10:24 am
Maybe on Juneteenth. I’m brunching with a guy from Britannica who’s helping me ink a deal with Shark Tank pitching my all terrain wheelchair. Sides, Mr. Meteorology misforecast today’s weather and walking to New Orleans would be grandiose. Student is stuck in the House of Correction. Alleged shoplifting at Victoria’s Secret and maybe fully collapsed by midday due to a ‘cavity search’. She just told me she’s got a little puke in her throat. Then some mofay blew a dog whistle in my good ear. Sorry.
05/02/2021 @ 9:44 am
I knew a guy in Indiana near Lafayette who designed an all terrain power wheelchair. He never marketed it. Curious about yours. His was 3 wheeled. He did amazing stuff. Drove it up and down a railroad tie. It had a front T shaped steering apparatus that could come off and mount on a lower post to get under a table.
05/02/2021 @ 1:03 am
Sequence stopped? No punchline?
05/02/2021 @ 7:49 am
‘haiku’!
05/02/2021 @ 9:35 am
This is a bad joke
What makes it far worse is your
Collaboration
05/04/2021 @ 6:24 am
haiku rhymes well: achoo
Kathmandu you too, could do
immortal word: blue
#
five, seven, five theme
seasons eternal moon plays
seventeen syllables
#
apple pie on sill
hobo swipes our steaming treat
hot rail whistle blows
#
May sun rose, gold life
silver contrail jets, white cross
equator steams round
05/04/2021 @ 9:44 am
Watch your count. You’ve got two six syllable lines so you’re at 18. Which I guess is good, Chai, but in a different context.
Achoo is something I use in knock knock jokes:
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Ach
Ach who?
Gezundheit!
05/04/2021 @ 9:54 am
As a musician I worry about counts. Rhythm is important to me. Once on OS I participated in a thread consisting entirely of a conversation in limericks. I discovered that once I got into the mindset comments didn’t take that long. But if a line didn’t fit the rhythm, I reworked it. Of course for limericks it’s not a syllable count, it’s more about making sure the stresses fall in rhythm. You’ve got flexibility at the beginning of the line and at the end, the beginning because you can use one pickup beat or two, the end because you can end on an accented beat or the one after it with the limitation that the rhymes need to follow whatever pattern you establish. It sounds from this like I follow rules deliberately but I’m just thinking about what I do and what rules I instinctively follow.
05/04/2021 @ 3:58 pm
You are correct. I should’ve 86’d the ‘A’ in achoo and imposed (maybe) ‘MARBLES’ for ‘SYLLABLES’. ‘Easy Rider’ has gone the way of ‘Easy Google’. Haiku-wise of course featured
in today’s excellent tribute and exhalation of the great Hisaye Yamamoto. My recollection other than structure (discipline) is to engage seasonality and eternity….’CHAI’ was another kick start
for me. And I much appreciate—Koshersaalmi—your underscore of that all terrain wheelchair.
Our way-cool Google fills in the blank after all terrain wheel. And there are more than several. Mine was but a fictional ‘implement’ within my woebegone dormant trilogy endeavor, ‘Gloria’s Morning Glory Manor’ which at the high noon of the day perhaps ought be edited and blue-penciled down to seventeen syllables. Poems are wrought by fools like me, but only God can make a tree. As an aside, my favorite five syllable stanza (lyrically) is ‘Roll Out the Barrel’. Thank you for your time. Hey any cosmos that hosts Elon Musk and Mylie Cyrus (Saturday’s primetime SNL) potentially leaves the door open for our brotherhood of man… my other work in progress, my rock opera: ‘Dawning of the Age of Utopia’ […] now must include funny little clowns delightfully choregraphed in all terrain wheelchairs. Yeah that’s it! House the people living in the street…! Fair and square ‘profits’ to traumatic brain injury victims. Good dozen sound systems voicing stream of consciousness manic depressive poetical rants — and — and reams of dreams — song of songs can’t be wrong L☮};
05/04/2021 @ 4:18 pm
Hey, I’m in the sound system business
05/04/2021 @ 5:28 pm
Right now Kelly Clarkston really got a hold on me‼ The dream is not impossible.
FANDANGO! Maybe we can high-five at Dione Warwick’s induction to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame […] you’ve got soul KOSHERSALAAMI […] who doesn’t think of Truman Capote and Andy Warhol’s lil’ bit funny expose’ when they scoured Greenwich Village for See’s Candy⁉ Of late I’d eclectically read in POPULAR SCIENCE @the potential of STRUCTURAL BATTERIES.
Follow the bouncing ball, please […] No doubt the future is lights, camera ACTION! & not ACTUNG which I recollect as don’t shoot […] Let me go now and line up a buyer for my autographed copy of Bob Hope’s THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING […] just sayin’ it’s a close phonetic between TOLSTOY and TOY STORY.
Over budget alright already. Of course you’re MY go to for ‘what’s that sOUnd…’ this ‘in BindleStich coterie (as time goes by) somedays is like a FOUR TENORS (or STRONG WINDS) rendition of Lou Rawls’ TOBACCO ROAD […]
NO REGRETS is as euphonious as NO REVENGE
I’m very relaxed right now with an ‘existential moment’ quantifying the ‘retooling’ of red carpets to blue velvet carpets […] no doubt we’ll keep all the barefoot girls enraptured‼
t.Y.
05/04/2021 @ 6:17 pm
Kelly can sing, unlike the runner up of AI Season 1. I actually saw an AI tour of one of the seasons for my son and wife, I think Season 5. Carrie Underwood, Connie Maroulis. Saw them in Chicago because we lived in Lafayette, IN at the time – wife taught at Purdue. Get outside of Lafayette and people thought of farmland as urbanization. Used to go to the Fiddlers’ Gathering in Battleground a few miles away but could never stay the weekend because my son’s camp always started and I had to shlep him to the Vineyard but I loved the gathering and so did Jonah. Hang around the RV’s and hear great pickup bluegrass Sat and listened to a pair of button accordion players doing Quebecois stuff- an older guy and a young woman who was obviously his protege. I watched him to figure out the button system. He pressed a button, I heard the note. Got it. He pressed it again and it made a different note. What?? Is there a button on the back that changes it? I watched and watched and I suddenly got it and shouted “It works like a harmonica!” He said “yes, it works like a harmonica” and she said “How the Hell did you figure that out?” Went to an orchard that had Wolf River apples, which were wonderful, tart, flavorful, and about the size of grapefruits (no hyperbole, just description). And some guy with a disability who did amazing things for himself so he could work on a farm. I talked to him about marketing a couple of things but it never worked out because he was never serious enough about that side of things. One of them was his all terrain wheelchair. He did things like develop machinery to get a paraplegic into the cab of a combine. And he came up with a great alternative to getting the disabled into bathtubs (by themselves) without using a ceiling track system. (Now that I think about what he did, I could come up with another one. I think.)
05/04/2021 @ 6:31 pm
I just checked out structural batteries. Way cool. Looks like Swedes have come up with it. The quick explanation: using carbon fiber and some other stuff, they came up with a material with the stiffness of aluminum but less weight and it can store electricity. So far the amount of electricity it can store is a good deal less than lithium ion batteries but are also substantially lighter. So, for an electric car, for example, it saves weight three ways:
1. The battery itself is lighter than the alternative, which is important because a lithium ion battery comprises a high portion of vehicle weight
2. The battery does double duty by being physically part of the vehicle’s frame, hence “structural battery”
3. The battery is a lighter structural material than alternatives.
Less weight, less power storage necessary.
Thanks. I wouldn’t have known about it.
05/24/2021 @ 9:00 am
Dadblamed curious if Wolf River Apples would thrive in Africa. Why goodness have you priced pilots’ licenses of late Koshersalaami? I’ve agrarian roots. Surprisingly, Google Ngram Viewer (why’d Google spell-heck redline its home-grown N Gram?!) Google N Gram (Lordy-Gordy!) (Queens and Kings of IMAGINATION! Goats ‘n Yard too!) Right now I’ve tax complexities with my Afterthought, LLC and must apprise an airboat far south way down yonder near the Township of Dover. Meanwhile G.O. (Gloria & OM) strongly hinted that ‘I’d better have a silver-plated burning barrel UP^&^Adam by midnight. And I go: ‘…maybe I’m just like my father….’ all that ‘NIGHT’s’Vanity’ Day’s Remorse…euphoniously she sang the blues. Got the radio down…never silent. However I may have torn a pec (rapid kettle-bell curls) and really must ALSO praise this 1996 Fast Company covered X Steven Jobs. Ten (10) years already Ritalin that Joplin, MO cyclone.
Hey hey KOShersalaami we both know what memories can bring 000
jpHart
Tri-County Highway with dew on the ‘morning after’ windshield and ‘deltoid-friendly’ saturated blue awning. Not unlike the Sunday Shycago Tribune: Forefront: Health and Science News: TOUGHER. STRONGER. SMARTER.
05/24/2021 @ 9:36 am
I’m not sure why Wolf River apples would be planted in Africa. It’s not the most popular of varieties; in fact, I’ve never seen them in a store. I’d imagine they’d thrive somewhere in Africa because Africa is a big place.
I wish you a speedy recovery from your exercise accident.
The Chicago newspapers may be in trouble. I understand a lot of newspapers, including the major Chicago ones, were just bought by a capital investment firm that likes to save money by shrinking the pools of reporters.
05/24/2021 @ 11:27 am
‘The Chicago newspapers may be in trouble.’ Too many questions no doubt.
Please not there ought-a-bee more squawking @the Chinese rover on Mars.
Falstaff! How many symbols are there in Mandarin? No wonder Walt Disney froze his brain. Twin play here @Radio Beach 3,000, Koshy:
Presley’s ‘I’m a Fool’ and then again Streisand’s ‘Memories’. I’m grappling with my Lake Superior-deep archives in order to foist Dr. Cathy Weigners’ (sp) poem: SEVENS. Dear Catherine (English Depot UW-M Vietnam Era) fought hard and died aside wafted candle light in Las Cruces, NM many, many years ago. Kindly she’d overlooked my B+B flask once or twice at her ribaldly jammed lectures. The great Reverend Jessie Jackson even snuck in one bright and sunny day.
Talk about a non-Blonde ‼ ::SIGH:: I’d better spark these Lyme-ticks with Sensurround Ruth-B. Just that I’ve been more than smidgeon hyper-list-ick
of late what with the melding of the pervasive V2 i.e. Covid-19 vaccination dos and V2 rockets of WWII during the Blitz.
The smell of gun grease indeed!
Much appreciate yearn space and time, sir. My wishing and hoping is that you whiz-up some for MYRIAD’s most recent…so damn good! Allsew I’m trying to brush up a magnificent photograph of the Blackbird in Cape Canaveral…for whom I just don’t know…as I await brakes on our refurbished Bookmobile [not the best noir brightest on hairpins] yeah sure re-relax
AZRA RAZA {…} runnin’ just as fast as iCA.ZZ. —or ought read—ICANN!!!
05/24/2021 @ 4:14 pm
I actually have photos of a Blackbird in my phone. Right near Dulles Airport in Northern Virginia outside of Washington is the Smithsonian Air and Space Annex, the Udvar-Hazy Center. Either Smithsonian Air and Space facility has an unbelievable collection of aircraft but combined it’s nothing imaginable. I don’t know if you’ve ever been to either. The Udvar-Hazy has a Blackbird, one of the space shuttles, the Enola Gay, a Sopwith Camel, and a ton else. The facility on the Mall has the jet that Chuck Yeager broke the sound barrier in, the Spirit of St. Louis, and I believe an X15, all hanging from the ceiling in one room. Overlooking that room is a sort of balcony with a room behind it which contains the original Wright Flyer.
05/24/2021 @ 9:21 pm
Man I’ve been all round this great big world! Early June we’re serious about Antietam as well as Kitty Hawk. Bought dinner at Bones for the crew that stitched together the U.S.S. Cole—salt of the sea. And I was a ‘Wild Blue Yonder Boy” myself.
[the Navy recruiter ‘down-talked me from enlistment emphasizing that: “…guy your size?! They’re gonnah expedite you right off outa whamo Great Lakes — getcha’ a 45 and have U crawling down-round in dem damn tunnels…! See the world my arse! I won’t let you sign here!”
Also I sold space for a gypsy-type periodical: Campfire Land Chronicle—vast territory—Thunder Bay to Tampa-St. Petersburg. Lots of crumby motels. TVs without vertical hold. Roaches impacting those window air-conditioners. Usually scrumptious hot grill breakfasts, though. Most Sundays in a fresh shirt at those Gospel tent services {…}