Typhoid Harry

"We all live in a yel..." Never mind.

Oddly fascinating.

The irony is crushing. Edit: And I'm moving to France.

What? You've never seen a photo of me?

Religious holidays are pointless and boring.

Hey! Jay Hammond was a terrific guy, lived a varied and full life, and is one of my personal heroes because of it. He gave the finger to politicians and then beat them at their own game in favor of the everyday people he represented. Because of him, every single resident of the state of Alaska got just over $900 last year as a share in the oil profits via the pipeline. That's pretty noteworthy in my book. (And no, I'm not a fan of socialism, but when the commodity comes from public resources, it bloody well BELONGS to the public.)

Didn't have to, old joke. And, Bruno, I'm in a few games, everything from golf to death, where the payoff doesn't cover the cost of winning. I winge about it constantly to no avail.

"The Incomparable" Hildegarde died peacefully Friday night 07/29/05 at the nursing home where she'd been residing for the past few years, at age 99. She was born Loretta Sell Hildegarde in Adell, Wisconsin and raised in New Holstein, Wisconsin. Her father, a merchant, played the drums and fiddle and her mother was an organist who directed the church choir. When she was twelve, the family moved to Milwaukee, where she and her two sisters participated in the school choir and orchestra. Her first desire was to be a concert pianist and she enrolled for awhile at the School of Music at Marquette University. However, circumstances prevented her from continuing, so she went on to find work in vaudeville. After several years of this, Gus Edwards "discovered" Hildegarde and sent her across the country in a travelling show. Later she went to Paris where she gave her first command performance for King Gustav of Sweden in the Casanova, a Parisian Boite. She continued to appear in many famous rooms in London, Cannes, Brussels and at private concerts. In the late 40's and through the 50's Hildegarde was considered by many to be the top dinner and supper club entertainer in America but it was in New York where she headquartered her performances. Hildegarde's favorite prop was her handkerchiefs, of which she had a large collection of (even her table cards featured tiny hankies embedded in them). She sported stunning gowns by Fontana of Rome. Roses, long gloves and upswept hair were also personal signatures.

Can't believe I left Phil Hill off my list. Another intelligent driver who embodied what it's "really" about.

Didn't destroy it, just put it where it belonged; by your own admission. BTW, kudos for graduating from sometimes "pain in the arse" to "worth reading". Keep it up.

Abbracadabra.

Well, you'd be wrong, then, Mary. Check the writing credit on this link, cleverly disguised in Teddy's post: http://imdb.com/title/tt0131130/combined

I really don't recall anything about the story at all, sorry. And don't forget Grand Prix.

Lots. Lemme see, most of my favorites cannot be posted here lest I set a bad example, but I'm really fond of "I've eaten more pu**y than cervical cancer". Really fond of this one, too, but me mum hates it:

You need but ask and it is done. (Psssst! I was gonna do it, anyway) I read the book as a young man who adored anything F1. I remember loving it, but nothing about it, whatsoever. I'm fairly certain it wasn't great literature. Carroll Shelby was a notorious womanizer, and now, with the advent of SPAM, may well be again. Colin Chapman was always my hero, along with Bruce McLaren and Jimmy Clark.

I knew something about the subtitle to this thread bothered me. I read and loved this book years ago, it's The Way to Dusty Death rather than "Road". Not being nitpicky, well, I guess I am, but not intentionally. It was just something nagging at the edge of my consciousness every time I saw this thread. Edit: Headed out to the San Jose Grand Prix in about half an hours time. I AM a "petrol-head" (we say motor-head in the states, for some reason) and I am thoroughly jazzed about it. Even though it's not "really" F1, which is my favorite appelation of motor racing, it's close, and their racing on streets I drive everyday. It's very cool. We need a "yippee" smiley. Off to find one.

I love Tshirt Hell, I have several of them, does that make me vile?

Wow, thought I was in the ranter's thread there for a moment. I am not an Osmond fan, closet or otherwise, but I'm aware of them as they were forced on me throughout my youth. I believe this thread is simply what it is; wishful thinking. At least on my part, that is.

What the...? We've got a band? http://www.angelfire.com/ok3/deathlist/deathlist777.html

I have been telling that joke for YEARS, but about Quebec rather than an entire country. That being said, it's myth time; does anyone know why we call the frogs "frogs"? I have been trying forever to track this one down.

Maybe he's just got a more interesting job or perhaps Mrs Josco has intervened and Deathlist has gone the way of the cowboy boots . HEY!? I still wear my cowboy boots, and hat, too, thank you very much.

I smoke... both, and it depends on what your definition of "is" is.

ROFL

Ya think? A sadist and a masochist are walking down the street, the masochist turns to the sadist and says "Hit me", the sadist says "No".

This is so very cool.