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One Bad Apple: ecmoRandomNumbers: "That's horrible. How'd he die?"

"Skydiving, Rose!"

He wrecked his Harley on the way to Sturgis.

Laconia is this week, not Sturgis.

I heard the remaining cast is going to roast and eat him.

Old Man Winter: I heard the remaining cast is going to roast and eat him.

He didn't play Arnold.

So we gotta drive all the way into Pixley for groceries now?

spacebar: So we gotta drive all the way into Pixley for groceries now?

Yup.

Brick-House: [www.outsidetrains.com image 310x200]

I'd still give a weeks pay for the view from inside that water tank.

They were bathing in the town water supply, right?

ChrisDe: Brick-House: [www.outsidetrains.com image 310x200]

I'd still give a weeks pay for the view from inside that water tank.

They were bathing in the town water supply, right?

town water stop

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_stop

RaiderFanMikeP: ChrisDe: Brick-House: [www.outsidetrains.com image 310x200]

I'd still give a weeks pay for the view from inside that water tank.

They were bathing in the town water supply, right?

town water stop

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_stop

Ah, thanks. While that makes more sense, I can't help but be somewhat disappointed....

Old age? Gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. A man dies because he loses touch with the soil. He stops planting his own furrows, smudging his apple orchard in the deep winter so in the spring Nature will burst forth in bounty. He sits and frets about the evening news on TV while weeds push out what few vegetables he puts in. No, gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. He dies of modern convenience, he dies of turning his back on what gave him life...the soil bathed in copper sunlight, washed in cool waters from above.

TheShavingofOccam123: Old age? Gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. A man dies because he loses touch with the soil. He stops planting his own furrows, smudging his apple orchard in the deep winter so in the spring Nature will burst forth in bounty. He sits and frets about the evening news on TV while weeds push out what few vegetables he puts in. No, gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. He dies of modern convenience, he dies of turning his back on what gave him life...the soil bathed in copper sunlight, washed in cool waters from above.

TheShavingofOccam123: Old age? Gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. A man dies because he loses touch with the soil. He stops planting his own furrows, smudging his apple orchard in the deep winter so in the spring Nature will burst forth in bounty. He sits and frets about the evening news on TV while weeds push out what few vegetables he puts in. No, gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. He dies of modern convenience, he dies of turning his back on what gave him life...the soil bathed in copper sunlight, washed in cool waters from above.

Did anyone else hear a fife?

TheShavingofOccam123: Old age? Gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. A man dies because he loses touch with the soil. He stops planting his own furrows, smudging his apple orchard in the deep winter so in the spring Nature will burst forth in bounty. He sits and frets about the evening news on TV while weeds push out what few vegetables he puts in. No, gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. He dies of modern convenience, he dies of turning his back on what gave him life...the soil bathed in copper sunlight, washed in cool waters from above.

Your words are... foreign to our ears. Come, dissenter, I will show you the way to Slashdot before the rape gangs have their way with you.

TheShavingofOccam123: Old age? Gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. A man dies because he loses touch with the soil. He stops planting his own furrows, smudging his apple orchard in the deep winter so in the spring Nature will burst forth in bounty. He sits and frets about the evening news on TV while weeds push out what few vegetables he puts in. No, gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. He dies of modern convenience, he dies of turning his back on what gave him life...the soil bathed in copper sunlight, washed in cool waters from above.

it's like an internet litmus test for anyone who has actually seen "Green Acres"

Thank you all for your kind comments. I was a little worried there for a while.

FirstNationalBastard: Why do I hear the Battle Hymn of the Republic all of a sudden?

*Yankee Doodle. Always Yankee Doodle.

FirstNationalBastard: TheShavingofOccam123: Old age? Gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. A man dies because he loses touch with the soil. He stops planting his own furrows, smudging his apple orchard in the deep winter so in the spring Nature will burst forth in bounty. He sits and frets about the evening news on TV while weeds push out what few vegetables he puts in. No, gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. He dies of modern convenience, he dies of turning his back on what gave him life...the soil bathed in copper sunlight, washed in cool waters from above.

Why do I hear the Battle Hymn of the Republic all of a sudden?

Sounded familiar, Battle Hymn was the best clue.

spacebar: So we gotta drive all the way into Pixley for groceries now?

Yeah, but you can take in the movin' picture show while you're there.

Man On Fire: TheShavingofOccam123: Old age? Gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. A man dies because he loses touch with the soil. He stops planting his own furrows, smudging his apple orchard in the deep winter so in the spring Nature will burst forth in bounty. He sits and frets about the evening news on TV while weeds push out what few vegetables he puts in. No, gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. He dies of modern convenience, he dies of turning his back on what gave him life...the soil bathed in copper sunlight, washed in cool waters from above.

it's like an internet litmus test for anyone who has actually seen "Green Acres"

Meanwhile, the locals were looking around, wondering where the music was coming from.

Poor bastard. I bet nobody ever saw it coming.

RaiderFanMikeP: ChrisDe: Brick-House: [www.outsidetrains.com image 310x200]

I'd still give a weeks pay for the view from inside that water tank.

They were bathing in the town water supply, right?

town water stop

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_stop

And apparently the origin (the water tanks, not the show) of the probably soon to be extinct phrase "jerk water town."

And yeah, there came a point where I kept willing the camera to pan up and over the rim of that tank.

TheShavingofOccam123: Old age? Gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. A man dies because he loses touch with the soil. He stops planting his own furrows, smudging his apple orchard in the deep winter so in the spring Nature will burst forth in bounty. He sits and frets about the evening news on TV while weeds push out what few vegetables he puts in. No, gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. He dies of modern convenience, he dies of turning his back on what gave him life...the soil bathed in copper sunlight, washed in cool waters from above.

I'm a lawyer and as soon as I can afford to quit my practice, I want to buy a bunch of land in the country. I'm almost obliged to call it "Green Acres."

It occurs to me: are non-lawyers aware that when one is studying property law in law school, the hypotheticals are always property named "Green Acre," "Black Acre," "Brown Acre" and "White Acre," after the medieval English crop rotation of having a green crop, tilled soil, 'grains and fallow? So the lawyer calls his farm "Green Acres."

spacebar: So we gotta drive all the way into Pixley for groceries now?

+1 rotary dial phone for you...LOL (thank God I'm not the only one who watched those shows)

Brick-House: [www.outsidetrains.com image 310x200]

The second one. All day. 'Til it broke off.

Straelbora: It occurs to me: are non-lawyers aware that when one is studying property law in law school, the hypotheticals are always property named "Green Acre," "Black Acre," "Brown Acre" and "White Acre," after the medieval English crop rotation of having a green crop, tilled soil, 'grains and fallow? So the lawyer calls his farm "Green Acres."

Thanks for that tidbit. I wondered why that title was chose.

Man On Fire: TheShavingofOccam123: Old age? Gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. A man dies because he loses touch with the soil. He stops planting his own furrows, smudging his apple orchard in the deep winter so in the spring Nature will burst forth in bounty. He sits and frets about the evening news on TV while weeds push out what few vegetables he puts in. No, gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. He dies of modern convenience, he dies of turning his back on what gave him life...the soil bathed in copper sunlight, washed in cool waters from above.

it's like an internet litmus test for anyone who has actually seen "Green Acres"

I guess I haven't watched it enough.

Hmm... I woke up this morning singing the Green Acres theme song... had no idea why.

now I know - just so that I could have a disturbing realization of pattern associated with an utter coincidence...

BroVinny: Man On Fire: TheShavingofOccam123: Old age? Gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. A man dies because he loses touch with the soil. He stops planting his own furrows, smudging his apple orchard in the deep winter so in the spring Nature will burst forth in bounty. He sits and frets about the evening news on TV while weeds push out what few vegetables he puts in. No, gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. He dies of modern convenience, he dies of turning his back on what gave him life...the soil bathed in copper sunlight, washed in cool waters from above.

it's like an internet litmus test for anyone who has actually seen "Green Acres"

I guess I haven't watched it enough.

Needs moar fife and drum in the background
/"Vere is the music coming from, dahlink?"

I see Mr. Drucker in his really older age being a greeter at Walmart (if they still had greeters). How sad.

BKITU: TheShavingofOccam123: Old age? Gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. A man dies because he loses touch with the soil. He stops planting his own furrows, smudging his apple orchard in the deep winter so in the spring Nature will burst forth in bounty. He sits and frets about the evening news on TV while weeds push out what few vegetables he puts in. No, gentlemen, a man doesn't die of old age. He dies of modern convenience, he dies of turning his back on what gave him life...the soil bathed in copper sunlight, washed in cool waters from above.

Not having seen much of the show, I heard this in Morgan Freeman's voice.

/titty sprinkles

Dammit!! Now I do, too!

heavy smoker I bet

ChrisDe: Brick-House: [www.outsidetrains.com image 310x200]

I'd still give a weeks pay for the view from inside that water tank.

They were bathing in the town water supply, right?

Careful what you wish for. I don't think razors were in demand too much back in the mid 60s.