The Mediocre Bassist Club

I'm all for the alcohol part, the yoga part I'll most certainly do in horizontal after the alcohol part

 

I've never seen anyone do yoga better than a physical therapist working with yoga student who injured herself.

 

Mrs. Tango and I enrolled in a "Yoga for Golfers" class some years ago. We lasted about three sessions before the namaste-ish stuff turned us right off.

 

You mean this attitude?

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Who speaks for the plants?

 

I think TB stepped on your graphic. All I got was a question mark in a little blue box.

 

Odd, I see it. The shirt reads:

HELLO
I'm A Vegan​

 

Yes, that attitude perzactly!

 

...but all those weeds and bushes are on their own.

 

Except for some weeds which are VK's terrain....

 

" .....good god almighty! Pastures of plenty!" Tom Paxton, Talking Vietnam Potluck

 

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Now I definitely need some Laph... and some yoga...

 

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From the book The Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams

He sat down. The waiter approached. "Would you like to see the menu?" he said, "or would you like meet the Dish of the Day?"

"Huh?" said Ford.

"Huh?" said Arthur.

"Huh?" said Trillian.

"That's cool," said Zaphod, "we'll meet the meat."

A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table, a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with large watery eyes, small horns and what might almost have been an ingratiating smile on its lips.

"Good evening", it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts of my body?"

It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in to a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them.

Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur and Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and naked hunger from Zaphod Beeblebrox.

"Something off the shoulder perhaps?" suggested the animal, "Braised in a white wine sauce?"

"Er, your shoulder?" said Arthur in a horrified whisper.

"But naturally my shoulder, sir," mooed the animal contentedly, "nobody else's is mine to offer."

Zaphod leapt to his feet and started prodding and feeling the animal's shoulder appreciatively.

"Or the rump is very good," murmured the animal. "I've been exercising it and eating plenty of grain, so there's a lot of good meat there."

It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and started to chew the cud. It swallowed the cud again.

"Or a casserole of me perhaps?" it added.

"You mean this animal actually wants us to eat it?" whispered Trillian to Ford.

"Me?" said Ford, with a glazed look in his eyes, "I don't mean anything."

"That's absolutely horrible," exclaimed Arthur, "the most revolting thing I've ever heard."

"What's the problem Earthman?" said Zaphod, now transferring his attention to the animal's enormous rump.

"I just don't want to eat an animal that's standing there inviting me to," said Arthur, "It's heartless."

"Better than eating an animal that doesn't want to be eaten," said Zaphod.

"That's not the point," Arthur protested. Then he thought about it for a moment. "Alright," he said, "maybe it is the point. I don't care, I'm not going to think about it now. I'll just ... er ... I think I'll just have a green salad," he muttered.

"May I urge you to consider my liver?" asked the animal, "It must be very rich and tender by now, I've been force-feeding myself for months."

"A green salad," said Arthur emphatically.

"A green salad?" said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly at Arthur.

"Are you going to tell me," said Arthur, "that I shouldn't have green salad?"

"Well," said the animal, "I know many vegetables that are very clear on that point. Which is why it was eventually decided to cut through the while tangled problem and breed an animal that actually wanted to be eaten and was capable of saying so clearly and distinctly. And here I am."

It managed a very slight bow.

"Glass of water please," said Arthur.

"Look," said Zaphod, "we want to eat, we don't want to make a meal of the issues. Four rare stakes please, and hurry. We haven't eaten in five hundred and seventy-six thousand million years."

The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle.

"A very wise choice, sir, if I may say so. Very good," it said, "I'll just nip off and shoot myself."

He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur.

"Don't worry, sir," he said, "I'll be very humane."

It waddled unhurriedly off to the kitchen.
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Maria Muldaur, Vaudeville Man:

 

Happy good evening, y’all. View from the front stoop to the water too cold but the fire pit so inviting area.

 

As I write from here

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Very nice photo. I had to stare at it for a while. Just lovely.

Nice to hear that French aunts are so polite.

 

Leo Kottke, Rings: