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  1. cartomancer says

    To be fair, he does look a bit like Russell Crowe nowadays. Google Russel Crowe and you’ll see what I mean.

  2. Snarki, child of Loki says

    “I don’t know who this Meyers fellow is, but he’s very handsome”

    He needs a trip to the optometrist, also, too.
    NO, not the OPTIMIST, the other one! Sheesh!

  3. wzrd1 says

    @Snarki, child of Loki, #3, I’ve sent my wife to innumerable optometrists and even more ophthalmologists and she still thinks that I’m handsome and the universal view of my face is, my best side is the back of my head.
    I’ve a face born to be on radio at best.
    Salt and pepper hair, that’s OK, snow white beard I can work with, people turning into stone, well initially, it was an EPA mandate that I never wear a Speedo again, now a new administration won’t issue regulations.
    Probably because, my face is THE ROCK. Struck by the asteroid that helped end the existence of non-avian dinosaurs. Loads of mutual assured destruction.

    A rather sexually harassing woman from our hell desk, in a forward deployed area suggested that I color my beard and hair. I asked, “Why? I earned those fucking grey hairs!”. ;)
    Thankfully, she didn’t remove her Star Trek goggles and survived to return home.
    Kudos to those remembering the TOS episode.

    First lesson, never pick on someone if you’re unwilling to pick even more cruelly on yourself.
    Second lesson, have a sense of humor about aging. You’ll, upon a certain age that’s entirely non-specific, be sicker than ever before in your life, save if you’ve spent a year French kissing pneumonic plague and Ebolavirus victims.
    Lastly, have a sense of humor, even if it’s EMS type humor.
    The real humor, PZ’s natural beard is darker by far than mine, while my scalp hair retains a lot less “blonde”.
    Additional humor, that’s been so for more than a decade. I’ve been a military installation’s Surly Claus at Christmas season, a comedic routine involving wanting to be with Mrs Claus, but alas, was stuck due to runners ruined on the sleigh upon landing, during recon and list acquisition. ;)
    They loved the routine. Having worn their boots, it was a reflection and release through laughter the angst over the loss of yet another holiday season away from the family.

    Yeah, I’m not always a monster.
    I also set up our community food sharing point am irritated that it’s been more than a week since I’ve been able to deliver to it and worse, this morning, I have to walk two miles to the store to stock back up on perishables. Canned goods, we’re good on, both my own shopping and charity deliveries by a friend.
    What we’ll never use, have excess of our simply give away, goes to the point on top of a soda machine at a local hotel that’s known to be lousy with poor and transients.
    Current excess, around six boxes of mac and cheese, mashed potatoes (3), 18 eggs dehydrated (5), rice 6 bags, tomato soup (8), lost count on green beans and corn, the lot gotta go, I can afford food, when I can get to it.
    Enough to feed around half of the families for a week beyond mere starvation feeding enough to be relatively healthy. The produce we’ve received was discarded, due to spoilage from freezing and defrosting destroying it literally the day it was received.
    Note to self: Mention that to the food bank recipient charity, food frozen that never should be frozen is garbage, not food and useless, turn the refrigerator down a tad above freezing for fruit and produce!

  4. birgerjohansson says

    Will this Myers fellow come out swinging?
    (re. headline at Mano Singham: “The Falwells come out swinging, just not in the way you think”)

  5. Louis says

    [Delurks]

    {Produces An Joke from the Auld Days}

    It’s spelled “Midhirzh”.

    Louis

    [Relurks]

  6. Rob Grigjanis says

    chigau @11: In Gaelic, ‘dh’ sounds like a ‘y’ if it precedes e or i. Just an alternate spelling game, like using ‘ghoti’ for ‘fish’; ‘gh’ as in ‘tough’, ‘o’ as in ‘women’, ‘ti’ as in ‘nation’.

  7. says

    #11: It used to be that no one on various media could spell my last name correctly, a problem that diminished as I got better known, which is why it’s now an old joke. The fact that the frequency of misspelling is rising tells me I’m sinking into obscurity again. Pretty soon I’ll be back to getting addressed as Murgzher or Meier or Mxyzptlk or Mmfmmffmm again.

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