(01-15-2022 11:32 PM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:28 PM)owl at the moon Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 06:34 PM)owlaholic Wrote:  Isn't there another forum for quad-rants?

Actually we have FOUR quadrants

But of course!

Reminds me of a conversation I had years ago with a fellow who was asking some of the basics of lacrosse:
Q: "How long are the periods in a lacrosse game?"
A: "15-minute quarters."
Q: "And how many are there?"

My favorite has always been “What time is Midnight Mass?”

(01-15-2022 11:53 PM)Tomball Owl Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:32 PM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:28 PM)owl at the moon Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 06:34 PM)owlaholic Wrote:  Isn't there another forum for quad-rants?

Actually we have FOUR quadrants

But of course!

Reminds me of a conversation I had years ago with a fellow who was asking some of the basics of lacrosse:
Q: "How long are the periods in a lacrosse game?"
A: "15-minute quarters."
Q: "And how many are there?"

My favorite has always been “What time is Midnight Mass?”

Growing up I went to "midnight" church services on Christmas Eve, but they were timed to end at midnight so they would start at 11.

Years later I was going to an A&M Midnight Yell and asked the (seemingly) stupid question of what time it started, thinking that it was called Midnight Yell because it ended at midnight.

Live and learn.

(01-16-2022 10:06 PM)Seventyniner Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:53 PM)Tomball Owl Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:32 PM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:28 PM)owl at the moon Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 06:34 PM)owlaholic Wrote:  Isn't there another forum for quad-rants?

Actually we have FOUR quadrants

But of course!

Reminds me of a conversation I had years ago with a fellow who was asking some of the basics of lacrosse:
Q: "How long are the periods in a lacrosse game?"
A: "15-minute quarters."
Q: "And how many are there?"

My favorite has always been “What time is Midnight Mass?”

Growing up I went to "midnight" church services on Christmas Eve, but they were timed to end at midnight so they would start at 11.

Years later I was going to an A&M Midnight Yell and asked the (seemingly) stupid question of what time it started, thinking that it was called Midnight Yell because it ended at midnight.

Live and learn.

Years ago I started hosting a midnight party in January called Reveillon, adapted from the Gallic/Creole tradition of an elaborate and festive post-Midnight Mass meal. I had an an immediate practical reason for not starting precisely at midnight: it would make the date and time confusing, as people might wonder whether an invitation for "12:00 AM on January 5th" meant the night of the 5th or night of the 6th. So for the first year of the party, I put 11:30 PM on the invitations.

I do remember that one guest showed up at about 7:30, thinking that the party couldn't possibly actually start as late as 11:30. We had a nice chat, and I explained that he really should come back in four hours -- which he did.

Over the years, the start time crept a bit earlier, so I think the last party officially started at 10:00 PM. The important thing is: every one of them was great fun.

One anecdote: in January in Houston, often the easiest and best way to keep a crowded house cool is to open the windows. In one of the early years of the party, a cop came to the door, no doubt in response to noise from those windows. In general, a cop approaching a late-night party might have a mental checklist of things to look out for: blaring music, underage drinking, drugs, states of undress. When we opened the door for him, he saw immediately that there were none of those things: just a bunch of young adults eating étouffée and beignets, drinking hurricanes and mint juleps, talking and laughing. He told us to close the windows and carry on, and we gave him a plate of red beans and rice for his trouble.

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

People ask the silliest questions sometimes. Every cruise I have been on, the Cruise Director has some real doozies to recount. One of my favorites:

In the first hour of the cruise a woman called to say she was trapped in her cabin with no way. When told to just use the door, she indignantly explained there were only two doors to her cabin: one to the bathroom and the other displaying a Do Not Disturb placard.

(01-17-2022 11:34 AM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-16-2022 10:06 PM)Seventyniner Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:53 PM)Tomball Owl Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:32 PM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:28 PM)owl at the moon Wrote:  Actually we have FOUR quadrants

But of course!

Reminds me of a conversation I had years ago with a fellow who was asking some of the basics of lacrosse:
Q: "How long are the periods in a lacrosse game?"
A: "15-minute quarters."
Q: "And how many are there?"

My favorite has always been “What time is Midnight Mass?”

Growing up I went to "midnight" church services on Christmas Eve, but they were timed to end at midnight so they would start at 11.

Years later I was going to an A&M Midnight Yell and asked the (seemingly) stupid question of what time it started, thinking that it was called Midnight Yell because it ended at midnight.

Live and learn.

Years ago I started hosting a midnight party in January called Reveillon, adapted from the Gallic/Creole tradition of an elaborate and festive post-Midnight Mass meal. I had an an immediate practical reason for not starting precisely at midnight: it would make the date and time confusing, as people might wonder whether an invitation for "12:00 AM on January 5th" meant the night of the 5th or night of the 6th. So for the first year of the party, I put 11:30 PM on the invitations.

I do remember that one guest showed up at about 7:30, thinking that the party couldn't possibly actually start as late as 11:30. We had a nice chat, and I explained that he really should come back in four hours -- which he did.

Over the years, the start time crept a bit earlier, so I think the last party officially started at 10:00 PM. The important thing is: every one of them was great fun.

One anecdote: in January in Houston, often the easiest and best way to keep a crowded house cool is to open the windows. In one of the early years of the party, a cop came to the door, no doubt in response to noise from those windows. In general, a cop approaching a late-night party might have a mental checklist of things to look out for: blaring music, underage drinking, drugs, states of undress. When we opened the door for him, he saw immediately that there were none of those things: just a bunch of young adults eating étouffée and beignets, drinking hurricanes and mint juleps, talking and laughing. He told us to close the windows and carry on, and we gave him a plate of red beans and rice for his trouble.

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

That sounds like such a fun George (and your beautiful wife, whom I won’t doxx on here) thing to do. If you were still doing them, and if I hadn’t moved so far north, I would try to wrangle an invite, but nowadays I’d have to go to sleep on your couch, probably about midway through.

(01-17-2022 12:18 PM)OptimisticOwl Wrote:  People ask the silliest questions sometimes. Every cruise I have been on, the Cruise Director has some real doozies to recount. One of my favorites:

In the first hour of the cruise a woman called to say she was trapped in her cabin with no way. When told to just use the door, she indignantly explained there were only two doors to her cabin: one to the bathroom and the other displaying a Do Not Disturb placard.

Many years ago I took a fascinating walking tour of Bath, England, a UNESCO World Heritage city renowned for its Georgian architecture. One of the most impressive sites is The Circus, a ring of elegant townhouses surrounding (as the name implies) a circular road.

One tourist in the group asked why it was called a circus!

And while I'm sure the tour guide thought to herself "stupid American", the fellow was actually Canadian.

(01-17-2022 03:43 PM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-17-2022 12:18 PM)OptimisticOwl Wrote:  People ask the silliest questions sometimes. Every cruise I have been on, the Cruise Director has some real doozies to recount. One of my favorites:

In the first hour of the cruise a woman called to say she was trapped in her cabin with no way. When told to just use the door, she indignantly explained there were only two doors to her cabin: one to the bathroom and the other displaying a Do Not Disturb placard.

Many years ago I took a fascinating walking tour of Bath, England, a UNESCO World Heritage city renowned for its Georgian architecture. One of the most impressive sites is The Circus, a ring of elegant townhouses surrounding (as the name implies) a circular road.

One tourist in the group asked why it was called a circus!

And while I'm sure the tour guide thought to herself "stupid American", the fellow was actually Canadian.

The old saying, if you're wondering where the clown is, it's probably you

(01-17-2022 03:43 PM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-17-2022 12:18 PM)OptimisticOwl Wrote:  People ask the silliest questions sometimes. Every cruise I have been on, the Cruise Director has some real doozies to recount. One of my favorites:

In the first hour of the cruise a woman called to say she was trapped in her cabin with no way. When told to just use the door, she indignantly explained there were only two doors to her cabin: one to the bathroom and the other displaying a Do Not Disturb placard.

Many years ago I took a fascinating walking tour of Bath, England, a UNESCO World Heritage city renowned for its Georgian architecture. One of the most impressive sites is The Circus, a ring of elegant townhouses surrounding (as the name implies) a circular road.

One tourist in the group asked why it was called a circus!

And while I'm sure the tour guide thought to herself "stupid American", the fellow was actually Canadian.

I could list dozens, but this one I actually witnessed.

We were on the starboard side of the ship when the Captain made an announcement that there were whales off the port side. We started over to see them, and were passed by a man in hurry, trailed by an exasperated wife, who loudly asked, "Well, how much longer are they going to be there?

(01-17-2022 05:54 PM)OptimisticOwl Wrote:  

(01-17-2022 03:43 PM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-17-2022 12:18 PM)OptimisticOwl Wrote:  People ask the silliest questions sometimes. Every cruise I have been on, the Cruise Director has some real doozies to recount. One of my favorites:
In the first hour of the cruise a woman called to say she was trapped in her cabin with no way. When told to just use the door, she indignantly explained there were only two doors to her cabin: one to the bathroom and the other displaying a Do Not Disturb placard.

Many years ago I took a fascinating walking tour of Bath, England, a UNESCO World Heritage city renowned for its Georgian architecture. One of the most impressive sites is The Circus, a ring of elegant townhouses surrounding (as the name implies) a circular road.
One tourist in the group asked why it was called a circus!
And while I'm sure the tour guide thought to herself "stupid American", the fellow was actually Canadian.

I could list dozens, but this one I actually witnessed.
We were on the starboard side of the ship when the Captain made an announcement that there were whales off the port side. We started over to see them, and were passed by a man in hurry, trailed by an exasperated wife, who loudly asked, "Well, how much longer are they going to be there?

At least they knew port from starboard.

The first time I took my women's rugby team to the national finals tournament, we are getting ready to play our first game and I look down and my scrum half (rugby equivalent of quarterback, basically) is marking something on her hands with a black permanent marker. So I ask her what she's doing. She replies, "I'm putting L on my left hand and R on my right, because sometimes in the heat of a game I forget which is which." I think, "Oh, wonderful, here we are playing for a potential national championship (we didn't win, we were a club team playing against teams with scholarship players) and my scrummy can't tell one hand from the other."

(01-17-2022 11:34 AM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-16-2022 10:06 PM)Seventyniner Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:53 PM)Tomball Owl Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:32 PM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-15-2022 11:28 PM)owl at the moon Wrote:  Actually we have FOUR quadrants

But of course!

Reminds me of a conversation I had years ago with a fellow who was asking some of the basics of lacrosse:
Q: "How long are the periods in a lacrosse game?"
A: "15-minute quarters."
Q: "And how many are there?"

My favorite has always been “What time is Midnight Mass?”

Growing up I went to "midnight" church services on Christmas Eve, but they were timed to end at midnight so they would start at 11.

Years later I was going to an A&M Midnight Yell and asked the (seemingly) stupid question of what time it started, thinking that it was called Midnight Yell because it ended at midnight.

Live and learn.

Years ago I started hosting a midnight party in January called Reveillon, adapted from the Gallic/Creole tradition of an elaborate and festive post-Midnight Mass meal. I had an an immediate practical reason for not starting precisely at midnight: it would make the date and time confusing, as people might wonder whether an invitation for "12:00 AM on January 5th" meant the night of the 5th or night of the 6th. So for the first year of the party, I put 11:30 PM on the invitations.

I do remember that one guest showed up at about 7:30, thinking that the party couldn't possibly actually start as late as 11:30. We had a nice chat, and I explained that he really should come back in four hours -- which he did.

Over the years, the start time crept a bit earlier, so I think the last party officially started at 10:00 PM. The important thing is: every one of them was great fun.

One anecdote: in January in Houston, often the easiest and best way to keep a crowded house cool is to open the windows. In one of the early years of the party, a cop came to the door, no doubt in response to noise from those windows. In general, a cop approaching a late-night party might have a mental checklist of things to look out for: blaring music, underage drinking, drugs, states of undress. When we opened the door for him, he saw immediately that there were none of those things: just a bunch of young adults eating étouffée and beignets, drinking hurricanes and mint juleps, talking and laughing. He told us to close the windows and carry on, and we gave him a plate of red beans and rice for his trouble.

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

Someone paying bongo drums in the buff.

(01-17-2022 08:27 PM)Owl 69/70/75 Wrote:  

(01-17-2022 05:54 PM)OptimisticOwl Wrote:  

(01-17-2022 03:43 PM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-17-2022 12:18 PM)OptimisticOwl Wrote:  People ask the silliest questions sometimes. Every cruise I have been on, the Cruise Director has some real doozies to recount. One of my favorites:
In the first hour of the cruise a woman called to say she was trapped in her cabin with no way. When told to just use the door, she indignantly explained there were only two doors to her cabin: one to the bathroom and the other displaying a Do Not Disturb placard.

Many years ago I took a fascinating walking tour of Bath, England, a UNESCO World Heritage city renowned for its Georgian architecture. One of the most impressive sites is The Circus, a ring of elegant townhouses surrounding (as the name implies) a circular road.
One tourist in the group asked why it was called a circus!
And while I'm sure the tour guide thought to herself "stupid American", the fellow was actually Canadian.

I could list dozens, but this one I actually witnessed.
We were on the starboard side of the ship when the Captain made an announcement that there were whales off the port side. We started over to see them, and were passed by a man in hurry, trailed by an exasperated wife, who loudly asked, "Well, how much longer are they going to be there?

At least they knew port from starboard.

The first time I took my women's rugby team to the national finals tournament, we are getting ready to play our first game and I look down and my scrum half (rugby equivalent of quarterback, basically) is marking something on her hands with a black permanent marker. So I ask her what she's doing. She replies, "I'm putting L on my left hand and R on my right, because sometimes in the heat of a game I forget which is which." I think, "Oh, wonderful, here we are playing for a potential national championship (we didn't win, we were a club team playing against teams with scholarship players) and my scrummy can't tell one hand from the other."

I presume she marked them correctly?

(01-17-2022 09:50 PM)OptimisticOwl Wrote:  I presume she marked them correctly?

I didn't check, but I'm sure she did.

(01-17-2022 08:27 PM)Owl 69/70/75 Wrote:  

(01-17-2022 05:54 PM)OptimisticOwl Wrote:  

(01-17-2022 03:43 PM)georgewebb Wrote:  

(01-17-2022 12:18 PM)OptimisticOwl Wrote:  People ask the silliest questions sometimes. Every cruise I have been on, the Cruise Director has some real doozies to recount. One of my favorites:
In the first hour of the cruise a woman called to say she was trapped in her cabin with no way. When told to just use the door, she indignantly explained there were only two doors to her cabin: one to the bathroom and the other displaying a Do Not Disturb placard.

Many years ago I took a fascinating walking tour of Bath, England, a UNESCO World Heritage city renowned for its Georgian architecture. One of the most impressive sites is The Circus, a ring of elegant townhouses surrounding (as the name implies) a circular road.
One tourist in the group asked why it was called a circus!
And while I'm sure the tour guide thought to herself "stupid American", the fellow was actually Canadian.

I could list dozens, but this one I actually witnessed.
We were on the starboard side of the ship when the Captain made an announcement that there were whales off the port side. We started over to see them, and were passed by a man in hurry, trailed by an exasperated wife, who loudly asked, "Well, how much longer are they going to be there?

At least they knew port from starboard.

The first time I took my women's rugby team to the national finals tournament, we are getting ready to play our first game and I look down and my scrum half (rugby equivalent of quarterback, basically) is marking something on her hands with a black permanent marker. So I ask her what she's doing. She replies, "I'm putting L on my left hand and R on my right, because sometimes in the heat of a game I forget which is which." I think, "Oh, wonderful, here we are playing for a potential national championship (we didn't win, we were a club team playing against teams with scholarship players) and my scrummy can't tell one hand from the other."

What is it with football or Rugby backs with right and left or odd and even?
I saw a coach once take a Sharpie and put a R 2,4,6,8 and L 1,3,5,7 on the toe of a running back's shoes so all he had to do is look down before a run play so he knew which way to go for the holes or block for blitz pickup. I saw another different back do the same thing himself to designate R and L. I saw a TE put a sweatband on his Left wrist so that he could just go to the side with the wristband when he heard Left in the formation.

(01-18-2022 09:35 AM)ruowls Wrote:  What is it with football or Rugby backs with right and left or odd and even?

Thank you for not 'outing' me that I had a big L on my shoe.

(01-18-2022 04:54 PM)Hambone10 Wrote:  

(01-18-2022 09:35 AM)ruowls Wrote:  What is it with football or Rugby backs with right and left or odd and even?

Thank you for not 'outing' me that I had a big L on my shoe.

Was it RUowls who was responsible for pointing you at the correct set of goalposts?

(01-18-2022 05:16 PM)OptimisticOwl Wrote:  

(01-18-2022 04:54 PM)Hambone10 Wrote:  

(01-18-2022 09:35 AM)ruowls Wrote:  What is it with football or Rugby backs with right and left or odd and even?

Thank you for not 'outing' me that I had a big L on my shoe.

Was it RUowls who was responsible for pointing you at the correct set of goalposts?

Why yes it was, My job was to count 7 little lines from the ball and place the tee on the ground at that spot. Since Ham was right footed, I kneeled on the right side of the tee so he knew which way to kick it.
As a side note and just for the record, Ham didn't wear a shoe on his kicking foot so putting an L on his left shoe was a true kicker move because he only wore a shoe on his left foot. So.....Obviously, the foot with a shoe on it was by default L. But that's a kicker for you. He could have just asked those more gifted in directional orientation which way to aim. Of course, it became more problematic depending on if we were home or away because when he ran from the sideline on to the field for the kick, the left and right goal posts became reversed.