Gah! Now I have that horrible jingle in my head: “Pink Champale on ice . . . is nice!” But I don’t think either of you is old enough to remember Champale, unless you had a seriously misspent youth.
Commercials for Fudgie the Whale were all over my part of the Northeast back in the day – I think I last saw one two summers ago – in a grocery store freezer of all places.
Champale by the wiki description doesn’t appeal – only malt beverage advertised as such that I recall from my Navy drinking days (1992-2000 pretty much) was Zima – which sucked. Today my tastes run to the occasional Guinness or Smithwick’s. Altho a big iced glass of Peachtree or Cherry McGillicuddys goes well when doing summer yardwork.
You think that’s weird, I found a Fudgie in *my* grocery store freezer down here in Houston. I only knew what it was ’cause my wife’s from New Hampshire.
This is Tigerlily we’re talking about. Bubbles’ cooler body will soon sport mechanical spider legs, a cool sound system, and a mini disco ball that shoots its own lasers (in both club and killdrone intensities). Her language chip will be upgraded with Barry White’s and Parliament Funkadelic’s entire soundtrack.
Too bad she’s still too small to paint the flames on her side in anything like a noticeable size.
Meta thought:
We’re seeing Sweetheart’s first time being “human”.
Nick’s been human (twice).
Tip’s been non-human.
Unity’s been human, non-human, and Virginia Lee.
…Who’s going to go through the looking-glass next?
Kay, maybe this will get that other tune out of your head …
(TUNE: “I Get A Kick Out Of You”, Cole Porter)
I get a kick from Champale!
I love that drink! Dry or Golden or Pink!
But Bubbles … gets on my nerve,
‘Cause her only joy is to serve!
For me, a hot tub won’t fail!
My derrière loves those strong jets of air!
I’m pampered … like I deserve!
But Bubbles, her joy is to serve!
I get a kick when I’m bending springs
And making things
That slaughter!
But I’m confused, Bubbles makes no sense …
Her arguments
Don’t hold water!
I get an urge to destroy!
Hear Sweetheart swear
She will dare
To repair!
She’s so square!
Bubbles, there,
Will observe …
That her only joy …
Is … to … serve!
Only Sweetheart could create a rampage that ends up in a multi-generational, family-friendly meal.
I do wonder just what Tigerlily Jones is or was up to. I mean, that’s a SERIOUS wrench.
Gah! Now I have that horrible jingle in my head: “Pink Champale on ice . . . is nice!” But I don’t think either of you is old enough to remember Champale, unless you had a seriously misspent youth.
And here I thought Champale was just a made-up item in Jonathan Colton’s song, “I’m Having a Party.”
It’s very real, though they don’t sell the pink flavor anymore (or my favored variety, Passion Fruit).
Also nonfictional: Fudgie the Whale!
Commercials for Fudgie the Whale were all over my part of the Northeast back in the day – I think I last saw one two summers ago – in a grocery store freezer of all places.
Champale by the wiki description doesn’t appeal – only malt beverage advertised as such that I recall from my Navy drinking days (1992-2000 pretty much) was Zima – which sucked. Today my tastes run to the occasional Guinness or Smithwick’s. Altho a big iced glass of Peachtree or Cherry McGillicuddys goes well when doing summer yardwork.
You think that’s weird, I found a Fudgie in *my* grocery store freezer down here in Houston. I only knew what it was ’cause my wife’s from New Hampshire.
This…wow. It looks like a better version of a Dairy Queen ice cream cake.
Anyone taken aback by Dr. Jones’ enthusiasm for Champale probably doesn’t realize that the second syllable is “ale,” not “pale.”
So, “champ-ale” or is the “p” silent?
And this is precisely why I denounce nostalgia. Just because you were young and healthy back then doesn’t mean things didn’t suck,
Is Tigerlilly going to “fix” her?
Tigerlily is probably bored, so Bubbles will soon be sporting a Russian AT-7 “Saxhorn” to launch t-shirts.
This is Tigerlily we’re talking about. Bubbles’ cooler body will soon sport mechanical spider legs, a cool sound system, and a mini disco ball that shoots its own lasers (in both club and killdrone intensities). Her language chip will be upgraded with Barry White’s and Parliament Funkadelic’s entire soundtrack.
Too bad she’s still too small to paint the flames on her side in anything like a noticeable size.
My only joy is Ubuntu Trusty. Also, being first.
Meta thought:
We’re seeing Sweetheart’s first time being “human”.
Nick’s been human (twice).
Tip’s been non-human.
Unity’s been human, non-human, and Virginia Lee.
…Who’s going to go through the looking-glass next?
My guess is either Lee or Mustachio. Imagining Mustachio as a human is utterly hilarious.
He’ll be demanding a monocle!
Or a Pickelhaube.
I’m getting a strong steampunk gentelman/general vibe for human Mustachio.
My first thought is Sir Hammerlock from BL2. He’d just need to change his focus to hunting from conquering the British Empire.
Kay, maybe this will get that other tune out of your head …
(TUNE: “I Get A Kick Out Of You”, Cole Porter)
I get a kick from Champale!
I love that drink! Dry or Golden or Pink!
But Bubbles … gets on my nerve,
‘Cause her only joy is to serve!
For me, a hot tub won’t fail!
My derrière loves those strong jets of air!
I’m pampered … like I deserve!
But Bubbles, her joy is to serve!
I get a kick when I’m bending springs
And making things
That slaughter!
But I’m confused, Bubbles makes no sense …
Her arguments
Don’t hold water!
I get an urge to destroy!
Hear Sweetheart swear
She will dare
To repair!
She’s so square!
Bubbles, there,
Will observe …
That her only joy …
Is … to … serve!
Why yes, that will do nicely.
Tigerlily Jones is now within wrench range of Bubbles’ water cooler.
Be afraid.
Be very afraid.
Who’s the little girl?
The Head of the Institute
Point of order, Unity. You can’t crash a potluck if it’s being held in your honor.
I have full faith in Unity’s ability to crash anything. We can figure out later how it is possible to steer a potluck into a tree.
I love how that when it comes to mayhem, Unity is the responsible one. I mean, she’s totally nagging Sweetheart there.
Only Sweetheart could create a rampage that ends up in a multi-generational, family-friendly meal.
I do wonder just what Tigerlily Jones is or was up to. I mean, that’s a SERIOUS wrench.
This is a day late but, to see the power of a meatball search “swedish adventure team dog”. Beware the feels.
Kinda unusual here that Unity is the voice of reason, right?