May 15, 2009 11:22 pm

The Waitress

I was going to meet the mission by posting the clip from Connecticut’s own Toad’s appearance, but it sucked. Here is an edge of the stage shot of State Radio from an appearance in Philadelphia last year instead.

Weekend tunes to keep us company while Turfie’s in the mines.

Steward

Waitress� Food� Arrrggggg�

Oy! Hie thee to a Yummery!

How about a virtual food-shopping spree right here in Norwalk to get Turfgrrl some vittles to keep up her energy?

Our favorites are� I mean, Turfgrrl needs… Stuff from that Russian market across the street from the Dry Dock.

Half sour dills, pickled green tomatoes, picked cauliflower, and, ooh! ooh! A pickled apple!

Some chopped liver. Or, better yet! Some chopped cod liver with onions, hardboiled egg, and maybe one of those pickles, chopped. Or�

Sprats! Those wonderful smoked sardines! With raw onions and a nice bottle of Baltic Porter! Arrrgggg�

My boy just walked up and reminded me to get some hard, dried, Moscow sausage, a loaf of dark rye bread, and a #2 container of salmon roe � as he says �Ikra!�

(I wonder if he wants me to brew up some kvass for Turfgrrl with that loaf of bread?)

Oh! She needs some music? Everyone can enjoy a nice tune from Verka Serduchka. Here�s a clip (kid suitable) of her winning, for Ukraine, the #2 place in the Eurovision song contest. Note, Russia�s official stance was against the song because its title �Lasha Tumbai� was interpreted to be �Russia Goodbye!� (A little controversy just for Chris MC.)
Mrs. Peacock

Steward… love your style. You are an entertaining read. If the syntax doesn’t lie, I’d swear you were Diane C. on a calmer day. Great video, by the way.
Steward

Moi? Diane? Interesting and thanks. Nope, neither of us is posting under a pseudonym.

Oy, mes amis, I fear Turfgrrl�s rollout ain�t near. The rumor, unfounded and confounded, has it that she took me up on my offer for a wee Russian repast and, as often happens in virtual venues, virtue vanished.

Below is a link to a video smuggled out of the frigid confines of computer rooms, UNIX boxes, and one�s complements. Mon Dieu! Such lack of the moderation that she threatens to bring to the blog!
Mrs. Peacock

Ha ha! Steward, you are priceless!
Diane C: I am not worthy….

Mrs. Peacock – thanks for the compliment, but I bow before Steward – his is the master, and all others partake merely at his whim, to annoy and amuse him. Thankfully, I am in his favor, and he forgives both my ignorance AND my stupidity (though he respects and admires my honestly and integrety I must say).
Steward, as to the virtue of one Miss Turfie, shame on you…….you KNOW how TG gets after some Ukraine beer…….
Wee Russian Repast? (sheesh, is there any other these days?!)
Steward

Diane! Is there any other??? In this cornucopia we call Norwalk?

At this very moment I�m munching on Kalles kaviar and kn�ckebr�d from the Swedish place on the street where the cannon used to be.

After her small hours of sips, swigs, & slurps; I think that they have what Turfgrrl needs to keep her fingertips tapping and free from knocking knuckles�

Herring! In cream or onions or dill or mustard or tomato or sherry! Lutfisk? Nej!

And, uh, she should quaff a Kristall and leave the akvavit alone�

Music??? Ah! In keeping with the Russian motif (so to speak) here is a Swedish entry to a song festival. Just a couple of cold blokes attempting a musical postcard from Moscow using an old Swedish song from the seventies, Tingeling (Tinkerbell).

No, you don�t need to know Swedish to understand! Oh! Chris MC? This one sparked a letter of protest from Ambassador Anatolij Kargapolov of the Russian Embassy in Sweden.
Steward

Diane? There’s a comment for you awaiting moderation. Of course, this note, too, may enter limbo.
Diane C:

hmmmm……….must have been the Ukranian beer wise crack…. now she is on to us…
Steward

Perhaps… Her screening software is sophisticated and the video clip in this one does push the envelope a little bit more — one of the dancers is chewing gum!
Diane C:

WHAT?*! Like the “double your pleasure” type gum? Egads, man, what have you done?!
Steward

Wait! I just got a note from my friend Shuesik and we have a TG spotting! This time at the Far East Norwalk Auto Show. She can be seen in this clip at 1:00 exiting her roadster!
anon again

Naw…TG would never drive a Triumph. Not fast enough, the heater only works in the summer, the windshield wipers won’t work in the rain and it won’t go more than 25 miles without the intervenetion of a mechanic. In fact, TRs have been known to require a tune-up after jsut sitting in the garage for a week. Whatever TG is, she is not a car masochist — the one immutable requirement to drive a British sports car.
anon again

Hey, number 3, I think I was at that party in Brighton Beach…that may be why I had such a hurting hangover yesterday. Or maybe it was more local than that….
Steward

anon again,

Normally, I’d agree with you on the car but in these economic times standards lower. Also, note the tire hitting the curb, hair in a scarf, the stiff walk, the cursory wave to the croud, plaid pants. If these aren’t the telltale signs of someone burning the candle at both ends, well…? TG, I tell you, TG.

Besides, I think that you exaggerate. What could possibly go wrong with Lucas wiring?
anon again

I don’t think anything goes wrong with Lucas wiring; it’s like that from day 1.
Steward

Ha! Too true!

Why do the English drink warm beer?

Because Lucas makes their refrigerators.
turfgrrl

You guys crack me up. Now here’s a bit ‘o Norwalk trivia for your TG racing footage.
Steward

Speed racer? Norwalk?

tick tick tick tick

Oh! Oh! I know! Trans Lux!

That’s pretty cool, neh? Mach Go!

Diane, the response has been un-moderated. I figure the fates felt the post should fall below the fold.
CTYankee

That’s why the Matrix looked so familiar.