She’s taking Thursday and Friday off until this bullshit drizzle stops on Saturday and Sunday.
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This has been a burning GMG question for years now. Joey believes that anyone who uses red mulch is a sociopath, only sane people use black mulch. This is a photo of red and black mulch. Equal piles. I will be graphing the usage of the mulch over the next two weeks.
The problem is, this is right next to Fenway Park so we might find that only gardening sociopaths live in the Fenway area.
Five years since Rubber Duck and Homie met on that blustery day April 18, 2011. The Fifth is the wood anniversary. Homie gave Rubber Duck a carving of Homie. (Homie is a little self-centered.)
The following is a repost of Homie and Rubber Duck’s First Anniversary describing that fateful hook-up five years ago today.
I cannot believe it has only been one year since the Rubber Duck met Homie on a blustery day just like today, April 18, 2011. When I posted that first part of the Rubber Duck saga I was only joking about it being a twenty part series. Little did I know that maybe a hundred posts later the story is still not finished. To commemorate their anniversary I repost the first few chapters. Later this week will be an update of how Homie and Rubber Duck spent their day today. Part I posted April 18th, 2011: (This will be a twenty part series.) Part II posted April 19th, 2011: But first, the back story. Two lonely birds: But soon the connection was made and time stopped. ” “I am so out of here!” But Homie came back of course and took Rubber Duck all over. The Rockport Dump, Thacher Island lighthouse, Maine, Florida, meeting Santa when he arrived in Rockport, wine tasting at Passports, Duck Confit at Duckworth’s. Then, just a few months later, things got a little weird: Last sighting of RD was at the Spring Fling two weeks ago with rumors that she was at the Thirsty Golf contest at the DogBar last week when Joey caught her again staring at him. Flexilis anatidaephobia is the fear that a rubber duck is staring at you and Joey has got it bad.
Super bummed. My entire family wants to watch 15 episodes of Daredevil on Netflix tonight. Murder, mayhem. Awful. I want to watch Pee-Wee’s Big Holiday which is now streaming on Netflix!
It debuted at SXSW on Friday! Totally awesome. It has hot female bank robbers and balloons and two women fighting over Pee-Wee! OK, maybe not that last one. Ten farmer’s daughters. Yeah, that’s it.
Is anyone having a Pee-Wee viewing party tonight and can I be invited? I will bring Cheetos and Mister T cereal and tacos made in the basement of the Alamo! Can Rubber Duck come too?
We made it. Hardly even had a winter. Just some randomness on the first really warm day in Boston.
A new ongoing series wherein Rubber Duck selects a tidbit from the past. Here is Captain Tom Ellis of the Lannon answering questions during the long running but cancelled series of “Joey Sidewalk Twenty Questions”.
I have it queued to Tom’s segment.
From GMG post on November 11, 2011
To all the people (Skip Montello et al) who got up at the crispy crack of dawn (see what I did there?) and took photos of the sea smoke when it was wild and crazy I thank you. Better you than me and you take better photos anyway. Find them on Facebook in “Rockport Stuff”. Skip takes some of them in Infrared which are mind boggling.
nb. There is an old wive’s tale about the noise a duck makes, the quack, does not echo. Glad we cleared that nonsense up.
I think he wanted to get out before the snow hit. Happy New Year!
You will have to wait something like two billion years to see something like this again. 10:11 PM is the time you need to remember.
6:22PM the moon rises.
8:12 Penumbral eclips begins nothing to see
9:07 PM partial eclipse begins
10:11 PM full eclipse begins (shit gets real. The moon is now in complete shadow.)
10:47 PM maximum eclipse ( demons appear, world ends)
11:23 PM full eclipse ends (watch for that first glimmer of light passing over Mount Everest hitting the moon)
12:27 AM (only astronomers and nerds will stay up for this.)
Taking a break from the treasure hunt Rubber Duck and Homie check out the Schooners.
Rubber Duck received an anonymous email precisely at midnight last night. It was a very short email.
DATE:09/03/15; 23:59:59 EDT (DST)
BODY: At the GPS coordinates below you will find treasure Rubber Duck. You must dig at this spot before high tide tomorrow morning or all is lost Rubber Duck. You must dig Rubber Duck. No one else.
Since RD was online chatting at midnight she immediately put an IP trace on the message. Whoever sent it covered their tracks. They used anonymous Web Proxy Servers based in Russia and Romania to bounce the message and hide the source.
At first light we punched the GPS numbers in (specific to within 3 feet!) and set off. One twisted ankle and a grumpy duck later we find:
Me: “The message said you had to dig Rubber Duck.”
(This is when Rubber Duck starts sounding like Carol Channing when she is excited but also a little ticked off)
Rubber Duck: “Hello? Has anyone noticed my little stubby rubber wings and I don’t even have any feet?”
What do you think Rubber Duck will find?
What? Let’s start at the end. Schooner Festival Weekend! This coming Saturday, September 5 there is a boat parade, A Parade of Lights! Parade starts at Jones Creek out the Cut Bridge into the Harbor and around the coves then Fireworks! Sounds amazing. Last Year’s parade was a tad thin. I think they need more boats. So I was thinking.
A six foot translucent Rubber Duck up on the Radar Arch of Blue Duck with a wicked bright LED bar inside. I have a blow up two man raft as a base, surf board under that, the LED bar and a 180 rubber ducks for the edging. But I need an idea for how to make the duck. A beach ball for the head, maybe some sticks here and there for support wrapped in a yellow sheet or something. I’ll have Thursday to Saturday at 7PM to construct. Anyone who spends time or comes up with the awesome solution like they have a big blow up Rubber Duck in their basement gets to ride in the parade. (Anything that blows up that light can go through that can be painted yellow might help.)
Wanna make a Homie the Seagull for RD to chase to stick on the bow? Make it and we’ll mount it!
Or if you want to add to the parade, throw some lights on your boat and read the info here!
Rubber Duck is replacing her oil furnace with propane. So the oil tank is no longer useful. But as we were standing around staring at it someone said, “You know you can make an awesome smoker or pig rotisserie grill out of that puppy!”
Now I could just send this to the metal man for disposal but would it not be more fun to have a dear friend of mine who invites me to cookouts to take this thing off my hands and make a pig roaster out of it?
So here is the deal. First person to convince me they have the brains and brawn to convert this tank to a roaster who will also invite me to at least the first two pig roasts gets the tank. I will deliver a bone dry tank to your backyard and even help saw the lid into it. If there are multiple entries Rubber Duck will decide who really is committed to frequent pig roasting, brisket smoking, rib smoking, and the like. Be creative with your proposals.
Google: convert oil tank to roaster
You put the lime in the coconut you shake it all up. Don’t bother calling me in the morning. Rubber Duck book review in two weeks.