tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post3044624804070130616..comments2023-12-27T13:35:09.431-07:00Comments on Exile in Portales: Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack and a Nice EncounterBuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-29250097358822716062012-12-01T11:08:07.769-07:002012-12-01T11:08:07.769-07:00Heh. Heh. Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-76775884330885346672012-12-01T10:15:26.742-07:002012-12-01T10:15:26.742-07:00I don't think I'd like it if someone calle...I don't think I'd like it if someone called me sweatie either, Lou. Sweetie's bad enough.<br /><br />Sorry. Someone had to do it! :)Moogie Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05665429537064900337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-85024372408220381402012-11-30T12:28:19.829-07:002012-11-30T12:28:19.829-07:00But I was raised that way.
Me, too... and I had ...<i>But I was raised that way. </i><br /><br />Me, too... and I had my parents' training reenforced in the military. <br /><br />It does me good to see you read those lyrics the same way as I do, given you're the master o' such and I'm just a dilettante. <b>;-)</b>Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-1311185856280079192012-11-30T12:23:52.000-07:002012-11-30T12:23:52.000-07:00Buck, you took the words right out of my mouth reg...Buck, you took the words right out of my mouth regarding the "hourglass" v. "clock" issue. As for the "sweetie," "darlin'," and "honey," kinds of comments from women in the service industry, it's especially common in the South. I worked for three decades at a college and many times heard the middle aged heavy set cafeteria woman say "thanks, honey" as she took my money. She also did that for the President of the college, who was about fifteen years older than I and a lifelong bachelor. He ate that cozy sweetness up, by the way, loved it, you could tell. I still hear the phrase or something like it on those rare times I visit the local Waffle House where the serving lady is as old as I am. As for the "sir," I don't hear it much anymore. In the beginning of my teaching career I heard it all the time, but over the years it gradually faded away. At the end, you were lucky to get a grunt or a nod. I never seem to hear it from people at the grocery or the restaurant, etc. Odd thing is, I still use the "thank you sir," or "thank you ma'am" myself, even to people much younger than I. But I was raised that way. Dapper Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01230099347154360809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-68750577882252092452012-11-30T10:37:19.579-07:002012-11-30T10:37:19.579-07:00I think you hear terms of endearment from bar maid...I think you hear terms of endearment from bar maids a lot more often than women in other professions. Then again, mebbe I spent too much time in bars...Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-66550142994991339702012-11-30T10:31:26.632-07:002012-11-30T10:31:26.632-07:00See below, Kris.See below, Kris.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-79787003983099825672012-11-30T10:31:04.442-07:002012-11-30T10:31:04.442-07:00I'd know what to do if I caught the car... I&#...I'd know what to do if I caught the car... I'm just not sure I could live up to expectations or past standards. <b>;-)</b>Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-48450846026491639432012-11-30T10:29:53.778-07:002012-11-30T10:29:53.778-07:00Yer a perv, Therm.Yer a perv, Therm.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-75056359328590112502012-11-30T10:29:26.578-07:002012-11-30T10:29:26.578-07:00On the treatment: it's rare, innit?On the treatment: it's rare, innit?Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-33146511316516911302012-11-30T10:28:55.779-07:002012-11-30T10:28:55.779-07:00Kris & Lou (You too, Therm): As for the meani...Kris & Lou (You too, Therm): As for the meaning of the lyrics... I suppose you shouldn't take anything out of context. This is another one of those love-lost heartbreak songs and I think one needs to consider the whole. The complete lyrics are <a href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/l/lyle-lovett/ballad-of-the-snow-leopard-and-the-tanqueray-cowboy/" rel="nofollow">here</a>. Now, that said... my take on the song is the relative passage of time: slow for him, normal for her. Alternately, he marks the hours and minutes until she returns, but she owns the date and/or time of the return... if ever.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-30884944948476833352012-11-30T07:20:04.242-07:002012-11-30T07:20:04.242-07:00I'm not sure what the lyrics mean - Kris may b...I'm not sure what the lyrics mean - Kris may be right. Sounds like time is what the the woman (?) misses or is most concerned with. Anyway, it is a beautiful song.<br /><br />I don't mind being called Ma'am, but I hate, I mean HATE, when some young chick calls me sweatie or hon. I've never had a young feller call me sweatie - what's up with that?Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-6252699812224392812012-11-30T06:38:15.916-07:002012-11-30T06:38:15.916-07:00Yeah, isn't it nice when the young uns treat u...Yeah, isn't it nice when the young uns treat us as though we were a similar age? Smiles make any day, of course, even for us happily married sorts.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-3850017172345947772012-11-30T04:28:43.658-07:002012-11-30T04:28:43.658-07:00Buck, you've got a few years on me, but I stil...Buck, you've got a few years on me, but I still get the "sir" thing (the gray hair, I guess).<br /><br />However, there are two gals at a particular retail establishment I frequent that opt for "hon," or "darlin' ". I just love that...Andyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10945901944078164054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-86293841992468642452012-11-30T04:18:04.247-07:002012-11-30T04:18:04.247-07:00I think the lyrics have something to do with her l...I think the lyrics have something to do with her legs being in the air.No clock just a thermometernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-65544482448351791002012-11-29T19:02:24.651-07:002012-11-29T19:02:24.651-07:00The "Sir" thing makes you feel ancient, ...The "Sir" thing makes you feel ancient, but being almost 70, I recon I am.<br />Since I have grown a full beard, now they even hold the door open for me.<br />I look at those young thangs and it reminds me of the car chasing dog, I wouldn't know what to do with it even if I caught it!!!Scooney Adrifthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09014731857174355364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-41531076723079856112012-11-29T16:17:16.214-07:002012-11-29T16:17:16.214-07:00The lyric - here is my take: a clock does not need...The lyric - here is my take: a clock does not need to be watched but an hourglass does. She isn't paying attention to the relationship like you are (so to speak). Kris, in New Englandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05185696221729269932noreply@blogger.com