Film at eleven? It's OK, I'm on the west coast and I'll still be up.
I have some swimming posts lined up if you prefer, Wrongshore.
There could at least be a picture. I support the branching out of swimming posts into non-human species swimming.
There is no picture because I witnessed this pointless cruelty with my own eyes, which do not yet have the ingrate-satisfaction module installed.
And the fish did not swim, because it was dead, dead, dead.
Upon seeing 5, I feel less levity. A disturbing experience of mine: walking across a bridge to find several fish with their brains bashed out, left to rot.
5: Try the Zeiss-Ikons, I hear they're what SenseNet uses for all its bloggers.
I feel that I am being baited.
Was it a carp? Because in some states you are forbidden to return carp to the water alive. Same for dogfish (bowfins) and several other species of non-game trash fish.
I bet Singer doesn't know about that: racism against certain species of fish. (They are restricted to their own schools and can't join the sport fish schools. Ha).
Don't tell Knecht about any brain-bashing-out events. He gets embarassing.
14: The system makes sure that the boot goes in.
Carp: the last species it's OK to leave rot on the bank, even though it's perfectly edible.
I think they might have been walleye, but it was a while ago.
Try the Zeiss-Ikons
I'm saving up for the Leicas. They render out-of-focus areas with more creaminess, which is just the thing for dead fish portraiture.
Nobody but a crazy person would throw away walleye.
I saw two guys bow-hunting carp just today. You can imagine that we had a nice chat.
No one baits me with impunity, AWB.
I wasn't baiting you, and whatever I was doing, I did it with as much punity as I could muster.
22: Jesus was the fisher of men, AWB. I don't think there's any carp in the Gospels.
"Consider the carp, how they swim."
"They neither sow nor do they reap; yet not even Solomon with all his riches ever opened his gaping maw upwards and received moldy bread from a retiree's shaking hand."
I witnessed this pointless cruelty with my own eyes
I was about to say that this satisfied my indecision over whether this was a literal post: indeed, I thought, Standpipe viewed the drop-kicking of a fish which was to be caught and released gently and with compassion!
I remain undecided. As a side note, John's obsession with carp is indecipherable, and boring.
The odds are that the fish was a carp, as I explained. This may be the only time I've ever mentioned carp that I was on-topic.
I wish that the some of the new posters would write posts introducing themselves. Ogged has left people adrift, don't you know. I mean, who knew?
That said, of course drop-kicking a fish is something that should be reported.
Standpipe viewed the drop-kicking of a fish which was to be caught and released gently and with compassion!
parsimon understands.
When a fish is drop-kicked, it's considered a quick kick and not a punt, if you're keeping score at home.
With a fish I think I'd prefer to see a drop punt. Though I guess that would work better with a roundish kind of fish. Not an eel. Probably not even a carp.
Hm, I like the fish when I see them when canoeing and so on. I encounter fisherpeople, standing in the rushing water, who are expected, according to our ways, not to create an entanglement of lines. It's not catch-and-release fishing in those waters.
Bridgeplate, I'm glad to see you back here.
32: I did not. But I kinda like swimming posts, so lay it out there if you have to.
Semi-pwned by 35, but I wonder whether what standpipe witnessed was a true dropkick, which under the rules of American football must hit the ground before being kicked (and counts as a fieldgoal if it goes between the uprights, and results in change of possession at the line of scrimmage if it does not go between the uprights on fourth down), and a punt, in which the ball is dropped and then kicked before it hits the ground.
As a side note, John's obsession with carp is indecipherable, and boring.
Ignore her, Emerson, she just likes to carp.
Also, I failed to acknowledge pwnage by Bowlinger in 33.
Oh, and Peter's 13 made me laugh.
And yet it is a recognized method, unorthodox or no. Or at least, you recognized the method; it elicited in you a spark of recognition. I in my many years have never seen such a thing.
36: I too love to see fish canoeing. How do they paddle, with no arms? Adorable!
They canoe like we do, Sifu. Except they use their fins, and they need no canoe.
The one true way to return a caught fish to its watery habitat is through the use of a jai alai cesta. In emergencies, however, atl atl sticks can be used.
A true dropkick executed in a punt would be impressive enough to mitigate the insult to the fish.
Wow, that's an amazingly detailed article.
30: Standpipe has a bio on his blog that tells you everything you need to know.
This blog is drowning - drowning, I say. Only one thing can save it, and that is strasblogging. You know you want me, Unfoggeders!
48 -- I don't know the criteria for selecting new victims, but having an existing blog, even an imaginary one, seems to be one of the qualifications. Maybe you should start with a guest-posting gig om Meekins' blog.
Harp at ye, carp at ye,
Water and wine.
Does feeling enigmatic mean one is frisking Standpipe?
Nah, LB never had a blog. Does FL? Bad theory.
(Someone who, unlike me, knows who Meekins is, might not get the joke.)
I am unlike Napi! In this regard. But my lips are sealed.
Happy Fourth of July!
i'm invited to go to the beach, but it seems it's going to rain
anyway i'll see the Atlantics, great
i reproach myself it's so apathetic to be here 3 yrs and not see the ocean until now
Enjoy the beach, read! My friends say the Jersey shore is great. Just be sure you don't end up at the nude beach unless you want a surprise!
49: I totally have an imaginary blog. I've just been slacking off on posting duties lately.
56: There is something surprising at the nude beach? Does someone there have an extra set of junk, or something?
Read's in the medical profession -- even that won't surprise her. Jersey's gonna have to come up with something better.
(I think she ought to try Assateague).
I have zero sympathy for bullheads - none - but I wouldn't kick them. They'd probably barb my foot and down I'd go like a pitiful US version of Steve Irwin.
The yuckiest fish I ever caught was some kind of Lamprey that I snagged. The ugly thing wrapped around my arm like a snake when I tried to get the hook out.
Not only are these things ugly but they are parasitic on the good fish.
Around Chicago the joke goes that they had a problem with lamprey so they brought in the alewife to kill it but then they had a problem with the alewife so they created a new hybrid from the Coho Salmon, the Walleye, and the Muskie. They call it the Cowalski but they can't teach the damn thing to swim.
Ar Ar. There is a big Polish community around Chicago so the Polack jokes never seem to die out.
Did you hear about the Polish ice fisherman? He caught a half ton of ice. His wife drowned while cooking it. Ar Ar.
Kowalski, the Polish surname, means, roughly, "of the family of the baker", kowal meaning "baker".
Not only are these things ugly but they are parasitic on the good fish.
But damn tasty. You should have stewed it in half a bottle of red wine.
Oh Lord. I had forgotten about the yearly alewife die-out in Chicago. My dog would run around snacking and rolling and snacking and rolling. And then I would dry heave whilst walking him home and bathing him.
People probably remember my proposed line of dog perfumes for happy dogs -- doggy aromas that the dogs themselves like. Dead fish, swamp water, skunk, etc.
Between castrating them and repressing their natural love of exquisite odors, we are brutally oppressing our canine "friends". Peter Singer should get involved.