tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post4635752688699765977..comments2023-05-09T04:57:48.290-05:00Comments on From A Submariner's Perspective: ...on Poor Friends and GermsSmagBoy1http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579694369460538262noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-1595608254010062602009-12-10T15:07:57.388-06:002009-12-10T15:07:57.388-06:00Greeting"s Fellow Traveler's!
Glad to see...Greeting"s Fellow Traveler's!<br />Glad to see everyone survived Thanksgiving!<br /><br />Herdthinner...Thanks for the good laugh on your signing "Germalicious Ho"....how funny!<br /><br />Smaggie, how's tricks? I found both you and Pogue Mahone's discussion of how clean your dicks are to be, well, very informative...and may I simply say as a woman...it's expected to be well groomed at all times. One never knows when it's time to come out and play, so your news is good news.<br /><br />Happy Trails to you...DebbiePlaysWellWithOthershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11647894940477287915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-68386049777234500852009-12-08T23:20:43.445-06:002009-12-08T23:20:43.445-06:00Hi Captain Smag, I'm late, got stuck in the do...Hi Captain Smag, I'm late, got stuck in the dolldrums....<br />Letters were not very exciting this week, except the one about the possibly murdered hitchiker --I thought I heard some suitably scary background music as I was reading it!<br /><br />Good advice, as usual...Katihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05645682203535768013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-85779370802529395152009-12-07T18:57:22.123-06:002009-12-07T18:57:22.123-06:00Hey Pogue! Welcome! It's great to see you he...Hey Pogue! Welcome! It's great to see you here, man. :-)<br /><br />1. Agreed. The dick is no more inherently dirty than any part of the body. And certainly cleaner than several!<br /><br />2. I'm glad that you won't have her because that's less competition for me! Sheryl Crow can touch my junk anytime! ;-)SmagBoy1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06579694369460538262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-37937933943109072192009-12-07T18:25:02.573-06:002009-12-07T18:25:02.573-06:002 comments on letter #3.
1. My dick is cleaner th...2 comments on letter #3.<br /><br />1. My dick is cleaner than the doorknob of a public restroom. My dick is probably the cleanest thing in any given public restroom, except possibly for the dick of the guy in the stall next to me.<br /><br />2. I'm glad I now have a legit reason for saying I would never let Sheryl Crow touch my junk without coming off sounding like a homo.Pogue_Mahonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-30436832603233652812009-12-06T14:57:33.712-06:002009-12-06T14:57:33.712-06:00Please. Open the ballast tanks all the way, sir! ...Please. Open the ballast tanks all the way, sir! Include the signoffs if they're deserving.<br /><br /><br />I agree about the Sheryl Crow silliness with the single sheet of paper. I suppose that would be okay for men (yes? no?), but not most chicks and definitely not me! That's... all that I'll say about that.<br /><br />Just now remembering that there was a former coworker who became infamous at potlucks for always bringing raw beef and a spongy bread for wrapping it in. He's from Ethiopia, and said that this is a common dish. He buys his beef right from a local slaughterhouse (I suppose that vegetarian literature would be used to start the fire for his barbecue - oh, wait, he doesn't cook the meat!).<br /><br />So... germaphobes would spontaneously combust near that, I suppose. At least SOME meat was getting cooked!herdThinnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11243614435958257781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-84024799827829958202009-12-05T18:06:13.843-06:002009-12-05T18:06:13.843-06:00herdthinner, I never imagined it was the advice co...herdthinner, I never imagined it was the advice columnists signing the letters (mainly because, I know that if I were to send one in, knowing that it's the standard format, I'd try to come up with a pithy signature myself), but, it certainly does make sense the column writer or his/her staff would have to do so in cases of letters where a nom de plume wasn't used (or, I suppose, in cases where the columnist didn't like the one provided). So, I suppose that I shouldn't hold the signature against a LW. I *suppose*. Sigh. :-)SmagBoy1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06579694369460538262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-55405303819737438442009-12-04T21:41:42.136-06:002009-12-04T21:41:42.136-06:00Some people are soil for germs and some are brick ...Some people are soil for germs and some are brick walls. I suppose the rest wander around aimlessly between those extremes. Maybe I'm a fruitbowl!<br /><br />I wonder if all advice columnists "sign" the letters. They all have such "clever" salutations, after all, whether they be for Miss Manners, Dear Abby or Dear Prudence. Maybe even for Penthouse magazine. But I digress.<br /><br />--Signed,<br />Germalicious HoherdThinnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11243614435958257781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-15687504011809883202009-12-04T15:19:23.440-06:002009-12-04T15:19:23.440-06:00MM, I only make something of the way people sign t...MM, I only make something of the way people sign their letters when it suits me to do so. Although, I'll be honest, I'd never imagined Prudie (or her staff) came up with the names! If that's true, I feel a little bit like ass regarding LW#1. Not much. But a little. ;-)<br /><br />And, as for help maintaining things? You're always welcome aboard, Diving Buddy! ;-)SmagBoy1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06579694369460538262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-9126024812853580702009-12-04T15:17:10.162-06:002009-12-04T15:17:10.162-06:00Oh, Amy! Why did you go there?! :-) Nah, like I...Oh, Amy! Why did you go there?! :-) Nah, like I've said before, I don't have a problem with germs. I never get sick. And, if I do, I figure it's just a bug I haven't yet encountered, but, once I do encounter it, if I ever come across it again (or any of its cousins), I'm set. It won't even make a dent.SmagBoy1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06579694369460538262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-2248056302508078002009-12-04T15:15:04.933-06:002009-12-04T15:15:04.933-06:00herdthinner, if you have friends who are genuinely...herdthinner, if you have friends who are genuinely interested, but can't afford it, drop 'em a ticket every once in awhile, but, do it in exchange for something they can do for you. I sprung for concert tickets awhile back for a buddy and he did some work on one of my guitars. Win-win! :-) Plus, that's all sorts of good hangin' out time with friends. :-)SmagBoy1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06579694369460538262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-32347480543783981562009-12-04T09:54:38.930-06:002009-12-04T09:54:38.930-06:00Ahoy, my Captain! Excellent take on all the letter...Ahoy, my Captain! Excellent take on all the letters ~ but then I WOULD agree ~ wouldn't I?<br /><br />I do, however, think people are making way too much of how these LW's "sign their letters". Just like a few weeks ago with "Undying Love". I doubt very highly that people are signing their letters with anything other than their name, which Prudie has to then edit out and replace with her lame attempts at humor. What say you?<br /><br />So ~ you're off on some maintenance of your vessel, eh? Let your Mermaid know if you need a hand with that, will ya? Always happy to oblige my bestest diving buddy... ;)Mermaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17583754215885030959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-34888684959643275122009-12-04T09:48:11.305-06:002009-12-04T09:48:11.305-06:00You were right on in your response to Ms. I'm...You were right on in your response to Ms. I'm Not a Germophobe. It is so pointless to be a germophobe, because there is so much in your environment that you can't control, and for every infraction you see, there are hundreds more that you don't. Case in point: I used to work at a produce distribution company. Around Christmas time, our big thing was fruit baskets, and we'd have to hire dozens of temps to help make them because our production quota was through the roof. Well, as office manager, it was my job to buy general office supplies, and during fruit basket season, because there were so many more people in the warehouse, I'd have to run to the store numerous times to get more toilet paper because we kept running out. Never once did I have to get more soap, though. Think about that the next time someone gives you a fruit basket. But then again, I've never heard of anyone dying after receiving one.Buttershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08090084308920346417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-4801197537788964702009-12-04T07:28:03.245-06:002009-12-04T07:28:03.245-06:00Many thanks! I'll consider myself as walking ...Many thanks! I'll consider myself as walking on asphalt and not eggshells, then. True, I shoulda reread the letter.<br /><br />Funny thing - I don't think of myself as ambitious, either. As far as I'm concerned, I lucked out and dropped into a niche in the IT world, a world that's mostly been rewarding. See, my degree is in Film and TV - NOT Computer Science! Whenever I had job interviews (interviewers *always* asked about the degree), I'd tell them that I got a film degree in California so I could move to Massachusetts and work in software.<br /><br />The only thing I'll add about the rich/poor dichotomy is that, yeah, it is a challenge to keep in mind what people's $$$ limits are. To me it ain't no thang to afford concerts, plays, museums and things like that, that usually aren't terribly cheap, but a lot of my friends can't afford them. The friends who can, either aren't interested or are too busy. I prefer doing most things by myself, but not dining out or attending live performances.<br /><br />Of course this probably just means that I need more friends in general, never mind what their finances are!herdThinnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11243614435958257781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-83064806228023053532009-12-04T05:24:48.699-06:002009-12-04T05:24:48.699-06:00Good morning herdthinner. I reacted the way I did...Good morning herdthinner. I reacted the way I did to our LW because she said her friends weren't very career ambitious (and one doesn't make that judgment of true friends unless it's something they readily admit themselves--usually it's more like "Joe is an artist" or "Jill is a musician" or "teacher" which has much less to do with ambition and much more to do with love). The fact that she'd say that they had a lack of career ambition is super judgy to me, regardless of how financially true it is. It's just not something to say about friends. Too, she signs "Friends in Low Places." Clever? Sure. Judgy and smarmy? Yes. So, I took the piss out of her a bit. And finally, she gave us way too much status and financial information and not nearly enough "human" information. She talked about the friends being poor, but then acted like the cleaning money would be "extra" money. She doesn't get it. Which indicates to me that she's never had to struggle. And I don't have much respect for that kind of an attitude coupled with those circumstances. You? I've never sensed anything from you like that *at all*! For what that's worth. ;-)SmagBoy1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06579694369460538262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-30284721560814461382009-12-03T20:57:13.713-06:002009-12-03T20:57:13.713-06:00Whenever I think of myself as having a totally AWE...Whenever I think of myself as having a totally AWEsome immune system, my brain pulls out Exhibits A, B, C, D... Typically I'll get one cold a year and nothing else, but if I get the flu... Hokey smokes, Bullwinkle! Being hit by a truck would be less miserable. But considering the condition I was born with, I do pretty damn well.<br /><br />I say that I'm compelled to tread softly re: LW1, because I grew up in what I'm told was an upper middle class family, and on those rare occasions when I made friends, in retrospect I realize that most (all?) were rather poor. Mom wasn't and isn't a $$$ snob, thank God; all she cared about was that I had ANY friends. As an adult the trend has mostly continued. I think that I just don't relate well to people who are, as my sister likes to say, "high end."<br /><br />But I'm walking on eggshells here because I'm not sure if even writing that makes me come across as condescending or "superior." (Are people reading instead: "Oh, goodness, some of my best friends are of meager means! I'm just so nonjudgmental and yet still cognizant of financial differences!" ??)<br /><br />But I wouldn't hire friends for anything. That'd be too weird. I won't even clean my own house for free, so I sure as hell won't pay anyone - friend or not - to do it!herdThinnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11243614435958257781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-28950721427325955392009-12-03T20:51:47.300-06:002009-12-03T20:51:47.300-06:00Hey Deb! Welcome! I was stationed at Bangor Subm...Hey Deb! Welcome! I was stationed at Bangor Submarine Base (just north of Silverdale) from 92-97 on the Michigan and Ohio. And we did a year stint at PSNS during that time, too. Perhaps out paths crossed (or maybe mine and your father's)?<br /><br />Beautiful country up there. And great coffee, too! I really do miss it. Glad to see you here. Please keep coming by!SmagBoy1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06579694369460538262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-60304835309219505222009-12-03T20:14:53.067-06:002009-12-03T20:14:53.067-06:00Sir Smag,
You are eloquent as usual. I've f...Sir Smag,<br /> You are eloquent as usual. I've followed from lurking over at the fray, wanted to tell you my dad was a pipefitter at Puget Sound Navel Shipyard for years--I visited many subs as a kid. I always look forward to your posts.debhttp://windstream.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-50957725836661206932009-12-03T19:42:47.304-06:002009-12-03T19:42:47.304-06:00Hey herdthinner! I love to see you here. :-)
Ju...Hey herdthinner! I love to see you here. :-)<br /><br />Just so you know, I'm compelled to treat favored orifices softly, too. It's just what seems to come across as a bit of superior-ness in her letter that rubbed me the wrong way. But, such is life. And I really did try to be nice. Honest! :-)<br /><br />Also, I'm with you on the five second rule! And I treat it as real, too. Except mine's more like the twenty second rule. If it doesn't look completely ruined (and that's after trying to wash it, whatever I can to bring it back to "okay for consumption), I'll eat it every time. And I don't even remember the last time I was sick. It's literally been years. And before that time? I honestly don't know if I've been super-sick more than once in my life? Coming back from Egypt once I had the pukes for about six hours, but I slept through most of it. Otherwise? Fit as a fiddle. ;-)SmagBoy1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06579694369460538262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-22608342312026126952009-12-03T19:37:23.401-06:002009-12-03T19:37:23.401-06:00Hey Fox. My response was inspired by tribble. I ...Hey Fox. My response was inspired by tribble. I hope I went far enough away (other than theme) so that it wasn't downright thievery. But yes, props to the tribble-meister!SmagBoy1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06579694369460538262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-22359778187365342352009-12-03T19:19:53.910-06:002009-12-03T19:19:53.910-06:00Well done, underwater guy!
My oldest friend had a...Well done, underwater guy!<br /><br />My oldest friend had a strict rule about never being roommates with friends, 'ere the friendship become no more. She said that she'd seen too many friends become bitter enemies after sharing quarters. Just a different flavor of hiring friends, I suppose. As for the stuff that wanted to make you tear miscellaneous new body orifices for her, I'm compelled to tread more softly.<br /><br />LW3 - my best friend is a germophobe about food, but judging by how her apartment is typically kept, probably nothing else. If she witnesses a piece of food being touched but not eaten, you can bet it'll be tossed at first chance. Me, I act like the 5-Second Rule is real, even though it's easily disproven by microbiologists and those guys on Mythbusters. Somehow I'm not dead yet.<br /><br />At my work they have those skin-dessicating Purell things all over the place. I'm one of those "3 seconds of water" types, whereas most of the other chicks at my work scrub themselves vigorously with soap and purell and maybe steel wool. As for home, well, I live alone. Ain't no germs but mine!<br /><br />LW4 - good golly, miss molly! I was thinking the same thing when I read DP. And wondered which voice told her to start questioning... The Tale of the Haunted Hitchhiker!herdThinnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11243614435958257781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243415857143630995.post-40892708482886661322009-12-03T19:10:30.723-06:002009-12-03T19:10:30.723-06:00You and Tribble ought to share the Pullet Surprise...You and Tribble ought to share the Pullet Surprise for best response with your collaboration (intentional or not) on #4. The trophy's a chicken with a shocked look on its face.Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18232314177797311854noreply@blogger.com