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September 29, 2002 : We Played Croquet and Flung Poo



So, what did you do this weekend?
Oh, yeah - the guy with the tough lie there is, of course, our own anathema. Here's a nice shot of the both of us:

Hey, what's that on the commish's shirt? Cripes, looks like a monkey pin to me. For that matter, what's the deal with anathema's entire shirt?
Still more pics, if you want 'em - here's a pensive study of a man and his mallet, and here's anathema (again) with my brother-in-law Bob, the guy behind this whole eXtreme croquet thing. Finally, here's some of the merry gang of idiots doing what is the second most important thing about playing extreme croquet, which is sitting around drinking beer and talking about extreme croquet. There's an interesting story about the guy sitting against the tree, which I will pass on a little bit later ...

Posted by yhbc at September 29, 2002 09:18 PM


People have said these things about that :

Damn, I hate photoisland. My own "personal page" (free! your own place to tell about yourself, and post your own pictures for family and friends!) is down at the moment also, though, so I thought I'd give it a try. If I can put the pictures elsewhere, I'll replace the links.

Posted by: yhbc on September 29, 2002 09:42 PM

You have to use "link for auction", Commish, and since they decided to redeploy their resources (read: charge for access) they only allow a certain number of active links, or some shit like that designed to suck you into paying for their service.
Fuckers.
The bright side is there's another service just like them. Try Picturestage.com.

Posted by: Crash on September 29, 2002 09:47 PM

Done. Thanks, Crash!

Posted by: yhbc on September 29, 2002 10:05 PM

I see a lotta croquet. I see no fecal matter of any kind being flung. I want my money back.

Posted by: jonmc on September 29, 2002 10:30 PM

Ah, but there was more than enough metaphorical poo. The most important thing about eXtreme croquet is arguing about every lie, option, outcome, and event, and the two close runners-up are denigrating your opponents and lauding your own accomplishments. The banter at one of these events is so thick, it's a lot like real-time 9622.

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 07:44 AM

Real time 9622? I shudder at the thought.

Posted by: ColdChef on September 30, 2002 10:09 AM

Dang, you guys are YOUNG. Am I the only O.F. around here besides Miguel? (not that he looks a day over 25 in those pics of his...)

Posted by: b****fire on September 30, 2002 10:42 AM

31 is young? I thought that was about average around here.

Posted by: anathema on September 30, 2002 10:58 AM

Is saying "fart" a sin?

Posted by: jpoulos on September 30, 2002 11:07 AM

although the breezes themselves are far from blessed, invoking their name will not incur the Lord's wrath.
Farting in the bathroom while I'm in the shower will incur my wrath, however. This is a concept my 5-year-old is just beginning to grasp.

Posted by: whatnot on September 30, 2002 11:14 AM

No, we just call old farts "O.F."'s around here.
Just seems funnier for some reason.

Posted by: b****fire on September 30, 2002 11:16 AM

Did anyone get brained with a mallet? Cuz that would be fun.

Posted by: jpoulos on September 30, 2002 11:17 AM

Okay, so how many synonyms are there for flatulence?
In my extended family, instead of wondering who cut the cheese, we want to know who "stepped on a frog".

Posted by: b****fire on September 30, 2002 11:19 AM

Yo!
Speaking of hot air, is MetaFilter down for the world or just for my beautiful native land of Portugal?

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 11:21 AM

Down for me too. Maybe Matt put it out of its misery.
On a side note, for some reason I love when miguel says "Yo!"

Posted by: jpoulos on September 30, 2002 11:23 AM

so is "yo" Portuguese for poot?

Posted by: b****fire on September 30, 2002 11:37 AM

It was the first time. I learnt it from ColdChef, of course, as being "de rigueur" when you've been away for a while, don't have time to read all the threads and which to ease gently back into the conversational stream. It must look ridiculous but, believe me, it would have sounded worse.
As for the extreme croquet, I just hope there weren't any kids of an impressionable age about.

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 11:40 AM

I like it when Miguel says "Word up, homies!"

Posted by: kafkaesque on September 30, 2002 11:41 AM

I like it when Miguel whispers his Portuguese terms for lovemaking. I like that a lot.

Posted by: tizzie on September 30, 2002 11:47 AM

He's like the Portuguese Kama Damn Sutra.
Position #87: The Reverse Cardoso

Posted by: kafkaesque on September 30, 2002 11:49 AM

Oh no. I knew, I should have known. Please don't do this. I went back and looked and there's no exclamation after "Yo" in the Chef's seminal intervention.
It was the same with the "hanging five". Now you're all imagining a swarthy, middle-aged Portuguese guy in a tight shiny suit trying to blend in with the Bloods or the Crips or something, like Gene Wilder in "Stir Crazy", only without the guidance...

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 11:53 AM

Big Blue is back online.

Posted by: b****fire on September 30, 2002 11:54 AM

Envie se fizer favor.

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 11:54 AM

position # 48: The Dirty Cardoso
alt.
The Filthy Cardoso

Posted by: Ufez Jones on September 30, 2002 11:55 AM

position # 27: The Gentleman's Choice Cardoso

Posted by: kafkaesque on September 30, 2002 12:01 PM

position # 136: The This Is A Stretch Even If You're Double-Jointed Cardoso

Posted by: kafkaesque on September 30, 2002 12:03 PM

Position #72: The "Oh. Oh, Dear!"

Posted by: Ufez Jones on September 30, 2002 12:08 PM

Position #9: The Flailing Lemur...er, Cardoso.

Posted by: jpoulos on September 30, 2002 12:09 PM

*keels over laughing at Ufez's #72*

Posted by: jpoulos on September 30, 2002 12:13 PM

#104: The Uncomfortable Silence

Posted by: kafkaesque on September 30, 2002 12:15 PM

#221: The Awkward Fumbling

Posted by: jpoulos on September 30, 2002 12:20 PM

#38: The Premature Cardoso

Posted by: jpoulos on September 30, 2002 12:25 PM

#181: The Miguelista Resurgence

Posted by: whatnot on September 30, 2002 12:26 PM

#67 The Portuguese Man-o-love

Posted by: liam on September 30, 2002 12:28 PM

Liam, that's beautiful! *weeps*

Posted by: tizzie on September 30, 2002 12:30 PM

#666: The Velour Overlord Cardoso

Posted by: witchstone on September 30, 2002 12:34 PM

#52: The Existential Angst

Posted by: kafkaesque on September 30, 2002 12:40 PM

#53 The Existential Angst with Vodka

Posted by: liam on September 30, 2002 12:47 PM

#482: Bet You Didn't Think I Could Do This While Mixing A Cocktail, Did You?

Posted by: witchstone on September 30, 2002 12:53 PM

#857 : Why, Yes This IS A Toilet Brush, A Bottle Of Tabasco, And A Tom Clancy Novel.

Posted by: dong_resin on September 30, 2002 01:03 PM

Pain, baby.
Love hurts if you tip right.

Posted by: dong_resin on September 30, 2002 01:05 PM

#448: Toes First Cardoso

Posted by: brittney on September 30, 2002 01:19 PM

#31: The Left-Handed Spainfuck

Posted by: kafkaesque on September 30, 2002 01:41 PM

As opposed to #527 The Right-Handed Spankfeign

Posted by: liam on September 30, 2002 02:03 PM

#9622: It may not be the best and the brightest, but it's the longest.

Posted by: Crash on September 30, 2002 02:07 PM

'Ahem. Post, dammit, or there will be braining with mallets.

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 09:05 PM

AAAGH! Post already!

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 09:06 PM

Lost my original comment. Here it is again.Wow. You never know what kind of thread is going to develop around here, but I still don't know how a nice, human-interest story about croquet turned into Miguel's Kama Sutra.
Anyway ...
"Hey, commish, so what's the story about the guy in the picture?"
Damn glad you asked. He's Dick Conniff, who has been hanging out with the gang all summer to write an article about their (admittedly silly) exploits for Smithsonian magazine. He's a very decent fellow, and came up with one or two excellent shots himself on Sunday. He also got a little caught up in the "moment" from time to time, and let his dispassionate journalism slip a tad. There were four-letter words.
Anyway, no word on whether or not monkeys will be mentioned in the finished article, but at the very least anathema and I got a little vicarious fame rubbed off on us this weekend.
Oh, and also - thank you, funnybire, but I will actually be 42 this next February.

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 09:06 PM

One more time.
Post, dammit!

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 09:27 PM

True Tales of Faintly Repulsive Wildlife? Has this guy been looking in my window? Commish, don't believe everything he says. The mouse that's living in the toaster is almost tame. And these mutts are faintly repulsive, but relatively lovable.

Posted by: tizzie on September 30, 2002 09:41 PM

Tizzie, I had a yaller dog just like that one.
One more thing I wanted to say (did I not pay server dues this month or what?) is that I still have two of the limited-edition, solid-wood, hand-painted (well, the numbers anyway) Bad Habits Monkey Pins, lovingly crafted by Mrs. Commish herself. I'll sell 'em to the highest bidders.

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 09:58 PM

migs--some of the beer drinkers were even drinking Portugese beer!

Posted by: anathema on September 30, 2002 10:31 PM

No! Portuguese (with a U!) beer is probably one of the weakest, gassiest, unflavorful and worst in the world.

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 10:35 PM

But the sex...

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 10:35 PM

In fact the two may be related.

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 10:36 PM

Not a reference to less brewers' droop because of less beer consumed but to the fact that more conducive libations are preferred.

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 10:37 PM

I want to beat the comments in a row record.

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 10:37 PM

Does a "post, dammit!" disqualify?

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 10:39 PM

It really shouldn't.

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 10:39 PM

But being alone on this thread, with no sequence-busters around, probably does.

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 10:40 PM

It was good beer. Not a gasser in the carton!

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 10:48 PM

Ah well, Commish, it was probably Portlandese beer - Old Thumper, no doubt. ;)

Posted by: Miguel on September 30, 2002 10:55 PM

As long as we've got both of us here on the thread (and since I can't find the damn beer they had on your handy site, migs!), I would like to say it was very cool to actually meet one of us in person, so to speak. Although, and I think anathema will agree with me, it was also a little odd. I mean, we knew each other, but we'd never really met each other. I also kept wanting to call him "anathema", which would just have been too weird. All in all, though, a great time was had by all. Maybe next time, we'll get even more monkeys to show, and compound the weirdness!

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 11:11 PM

Sorry about the "U" migs, I know better too. The name of the beer began with an "s." I remember because I wasn't drinking it.

Posted by: anathema on September 30, 2002 11:38 PM

Hardy - har - har. It wasn't San Miguel, which would've really been perfect, but for some reason I can't get that name out of my mind. I'll keep looking.

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 11:40 PM

damn miguel, isn't like 4 am in portugo?

Posted by: anathema on September 30, 2002 11:40 PM

Got it. You were right, it was Sagres. Seeing as how it is the best-selling beer in Portugal, Miguel will no doubt now say it's actually horse piss.

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 11:45 PM

Got it. You were right, it was Sagres. Seeing as how it is the best-selling beer in Portugal, Miguel will no doubt now say it's actually horse piss.

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 11:46 PM

Bartender, make that a double.

Posted by: yhbc on September 30, 2002 11:46 PM

Although, and I think anathema will agree with me, it was also a little odd. I mean, we knew each other, but we'd never really met each other.
As is quite obvious by the "we're embracing each other but our hips must stay as far apart as possible" pose of the picture.

Posted by: Ufez Jones on September 30, 2002 11:54 PM

Ha! Good call. In our defense, though, it was like the fifth or sixth take - my camera kept screwing up, and we tensed up. In the first few tries, we had a decent, yet still manly, clench going there. Here's a prior take which I didn't know actually went through (but is sadly out-of-focus) that is illustrative:

No, that's not a grimace, not was I smacked in the side of the head by a croquet mallet. It's just one of the reasons I didn't use that one up front.

Posted by: yhbc on October 1, 2002 12:19 AM

That photograph joyfully reminds me of only one thing - The Smiths' "Hand In Glove", of which the famous second line is "The sun shines out of our behinds". ;)

Posted by: Miguel on October 1, 2002 02:42 AM
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