[cabo35]

Originally Posted by Boomer

PS: If ever I do write my analogy for all this, and if it does indeed turn into a mini-series, and if I can get HBO interested...

Go for it Boomer! Here's the backdrop, opening line lifted from Muncle's Charlie Brown.

It was a dark and stormy night......... Boomer was feeling the buzz from the three margarita's rapidly consumed to brace herself for entering the forbidden pit from hell that had just come into the hazy glow of her Prius headlights. The eerie rumble of rolling thunder was an ominous harbinger of what was about to unfold. She suddenly realized her diminished, margarita induced, perception as she attempted to park. The front end of the Prius gently tapped one of the black Harleys parked at the curb. She gave a sigh of relief when it wobbled but didn't fall.

The old roadhouse pub had been a speak easy rumored to have been a hideout for public enemies Ma Barker, Alvin Karpis and the boys when they hid out from Elliot Ness in the lawless 30's. The irony of a haven for outcasts caused a begrudged grin to break the tension on Boomer's face as she opened the thick, heavy door. Immediately, the foggy stench of stale cigar smoke and beer hit her like a wall. As she turned quickly to retreat, through the haze she caught a glimpse of her friend Chelsea sitting in a corner listening intently to her Ipod. She knew Chelsea had entered the forbidden room in spite of the fact that she was working off charges for disrupting a Sarah Palin rally earlier in the week. Boomer knew the penalty was harsh. The terms cruel, unusual and torture took on new meaning when the silver haired jurist fined Chels $100 and ordered her to listen to rebroadcasts, selected by Bucco and BTK, of Rush Limbaugh and Glen Beck for 48 straight hours. As she started toward Chelsea, she noticed the usual forbidden forum suspects emerge from the smoky mist. There, huddled in a corner were................................

Boomer? Anybody?

[GMONEY]

Already got a Soap going here. Think it is better left where you ended it..

[Boomer]

Originally Posted by cabo35

Go for it Boomer! Here's the backdrop, opening line lifted from Muncle's Charlie Brown.

It was a dark and stormy night......... Boomer was feeling the buzz from the three margarita's rapidly consumed to brace herself for entering the forbidden pit from hell that had just come into the hazy glow of her Prius headlights. The eerie rumble of rolling thunder was an ominous harbinger of what was about to unfold. She suddenly realized her diminished, margarita induced, perception as she attempted to park. The front end of the Prius gently tapped one of the black Harleys parked at the curb. She gave a sigh of relief when it wobbled but didn't fall.

The old roadhouse pub had been a speak easy rumored to have been a hideout for public enemies Ma Barker, Alvin Karpis and the boys when they hid out from Elliot Ness in the lawless 30's. The irony of a haven for outcasts caused a begrudged grin to break the tension on Boomer's face as she opened the thick, heavy door. Immediately, the foggy stench of stale cigar smoke and beer hit her like a wall. As she turned quickly to retreat, through the haze she caught a glimpse of her friend Chelsea sitting in a corner listening intently to her Ipod. She knew Chelsea had entered the forbidden room in spite of the fact that she was working off charges for disrupting a Sarah Palin rally earlier in the week. Boomer knew the penalty was harsh. The terms cruel, unusual and torture took on new meaning when the silver haired jurist fined Chels $100 and ordered her to listen to rebroadcasts, selected by Bucco and BTK, of Rush Limbaugh and Glen Beck for 48 straight hours. As she started toward Chelsea, she noticed the usual forbidden forum suspects emerge from the smoky mist. There, huddled in a corner were................................

Boomer? Anybody?

Ooooooh, cabo, I'll be back.

Boomer the Collaborator

[njbchbum]

Originally Posted by cabo35

Go for it Boomer! Here's the backdrop, opening line lifted from Muncle's Charlie Brown.

It was a dark and stormy night......... Boomer was feeling the buzz from the three margarita's rapidly consumed to brace herself for entering the forbidden pit from hell that had just come into the hazy glow of her Prius headlights. The eerie rumble of rolling thunder was an ominous harbinger of what was about to unfold. She suddenly realized her diminished, margarita induced, perception as she attempted to park. The front end of the Prius gently tapped one of the black Harleys parked at the curb. She gave a sigh of relief when it wobbled but didn't fall.

The old roadhouse pub had been a speak easy rumored to have been a hideout for public enemies Ma Barker, Alvin Karpis and the boys when they hid out from Elliot Ness in the lawless 30's. The irony of a haven for outcasts caused a begrudged grin to break the tension on Boomer's face as she opened the thick, heavy door. Immediately, the foggy stench of stale cigar smoke and beer hit her like a wall. As she turned quickly to retreat, through the haze she caught a glimpse of her friend Chelsea sitting in a corner listening intently to her Ipod. She knew Chelsea had entered the forbidden room in spite of the fact that she was working off charges for disrupting a Sarah Palin rally earlier in the week. Boomer knew the penalty was harsh. The terms cruel, unusual and torture took on new meaning when the silver haired jurist fined Chels $100 and ordered her to listen to rebroadcasts, selected by Bucco and BTK, of Rush Limbaugh and Glen Beck for 48 straight hours. As she started toward Chelsea, she noticed the usual forbidden forum suspects emerge from the smoky mist. There, huddled in a corner were................................

Boomer? Anybody?

.....tony, talk host, BobKat1, and l2ridehd; their table was close to the kitchen door - was that so they could overhear the kitchen banter or so they could make a quick getaway? jojo was returning to the table with a tray of thirst quenchers but tripped and the liquids sprayed across the table like falling rain and quenched the attendance list that talk host had tried to hide in his copy of the Daily Sun. Could it be that jojo tripped because there appeared to be a spectre floating about the table? Could it be the spirit of Sean Hannity or ........................

[Boomer]

Originally Posted by cabo35

Go for it Boomer! Here's the backdrop, opening line lifted from Muncle's Charlie Brown.

It was a dark and stormy night......... Boomer was feeling the buzz from the three margarita's rapidly consumed to brace herself for entering the forbidden pit from hell that had just come into the hazy glow of her Prius headlights. The eerie rumble of rolling thunder was an ominous harbinger of what was about to unfold. She suddenly realized her diminished, margarita induced, perception as she attempted to park. The front end of the Prius gently tapped one of the black Harleys parked at the curb. She gave a sigh of relief when it wobbled but didn't fall.

The old roadhouse pub had been a speak easy rumored to have been a hideout for public enemies Ma Barker, Alvin Karpis and the boys when they hid out from Elliot Ness in the lawless 30's. The irony of a haven for outcasts caused a begrudged grin to break the tension on Boomer's face as she opened the thick, heavy door. Immediately, the foggy stench of stale cigar smoke and beer hit her like a wall. As she turned quickly to retreat, through the haze she caught a glimpse of her friend Chelsea sitting in a corner listening intently to her Ipod. She knew Chelsea had entered the forbidden room in spite of the fact that she was working off charges for disrupting a Sarah Palin rally earlier in the week. Boomer knew the penalty was harsh. The terms cruel, unusual and torture took on new meaning when the silver haired jurist fined Chels $100 and ordered her to listen to rebroadcasts, selected by Bucco and BTK, of Rush Limbaugh and Glen Beck for 48 straight hours. As she started toward Chelsea, she noticed the usual forbidden forum suspects emerge from the smoky mist. There, huddled in a corner were................................

Boomer? Anybody?

cabo, I needed to do a little re-work on what you wrote here about Boomer. The character has not been clearly captured. (This is a start. She is not even out of her car yet, in front of the place. I have made a few, ever so tiny, changes in your draft. I think I have a few more suggestions coming.)

But here is what I have so far....

Boomer had been around the block a few times, looking for a parking place, when the perfect spot opened, right in front of the joint. Boomer was a seasoned woman, but yet, somehow still, an All-American Girl. On the first try, she parallel parked that All-American icon, her big, long, white Caddy. Boomer loved that car. But she was so glad that she had not fallen in love with that GM stock, back in the day when it came on to her, promising that nice two-dollar dividend. She had carried on a brief flirtation with GM. But soon got over it and moved on.

Boomer turned the ignition off, but Barbra Streisand kept right on singing through the Bose speakers. The Caddy always insisted that whatever music or NPR show Boomer had chosen would just keep on playing until Boomer opened the door to get out of the car. Boomer, though a moderate, liked listening to Barbra Streisand’s music, even though Barbra was well known to be left of even Nancy Pelosi. Moderates, you see, are able to look at both sides of things and pick out the best parts.

Streisand was singing “The Way We Were” and as Boomer listened to those lyrics, she got a little misty-eyed…….

“Misty water-colored memories”…..

Boomer’s thoughts turned to W. She had voted for him twice. She had sent him $25.00 to help cover the cost of that unfortunate Florida incident.

“Scattered pictures, of the smiles we left behind”…..

Oh yes, (sigh) W had sent her that picture. And Boomer could not help herself. She used her computer to superimpose her own face over top of Laura’s. Boomer made it look like she was the one dancing with W at the ball. (sigh) (sigh) (sigh)

“Can it be that it was all so simple then?”

Boomer remembered fondly how W had made her absolutely swoon over those tax cuts……

“Memories, may be beautiful and yet,
What’s too painful to remember,
We simply choose to forget"…..

But this is where Boomer’s misty eyes and misty water-colored memories cleared right up because she did remember….The Way It Is!

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(Ohhhhh, do you think there is still a sense of humor in the house???? Do I dare hit send??????? Oh, whattheheck.)

Boomer


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[chelsea24]

Originally Posted by njbchbum

.....tony, talk host, BobKat1, and l2ridehd; their table was close to the kitchen door - was that so they could overhear the kitchen banter or so they could make a quick getaway? jojo was returning to the table with a tray of thirst quenchers but tripped and the liquids sprayed across the table like falling rain and quenched the attendance list that talk host had tried to hide in his copy of the Daily Sun. Could it be that jojo tripped because there appeared to be a spectre floating about the table? Could it be the spirit of Sean Hannity or ........................

Ann Coulter? EEEEEKS!!!! A giraffe disgusted as a woman!

But, as Chelsea perused the group, she knew this was just the tip of the iceberg. Behind the beer stained door were the real culprits. Slowly, she took the earbuds out of her ears and crept toward the door. "ENOUGH! of this Glen Beck and Limbaugh! I can't take it anymore! It's time for a change!!!"

As she slid closer to the door, Chels could hear the muffled voices "Death Panels" "2nd Amendment" "Born in Kenya" "Elitist" "Git me mah gun!" A chill ran down her spine. She had found the true right wing nuts!

Kicking open the door she spotted... Bucco, Rshoffer, Cabo 35, Gnu, DKlarsen, BTK, Jurek, SteveZ, but... someone was missing??? Where, oh where, was Keedy? Or was he ever really there? Was he a real person or just a hand puppet for Dick Cheney? NO! George W. was the hand puppet! Chels had to go somewhere for a breath of fresh air and figure this out.

Maybe Boomer could help her over a pint of Graeter's Ice Cream! Yummmmmm!

[Whalen]

Originally Posted by chelsea24

Ann Coulter? EEEEEKS!!!! A giraffe disgusted as a woman!

But, as Chelsea perused the group, she knew this was just the tip of the iceberg. Behind the beer stained door were the real culprits. Slowly, she took the earbuds out of her ears and crept toward the door. "ENOUGH! of this Glen Beck and Limbaugh! I can't take it anymore! It's time for a change!!!"

As she slid closer to the door, Chels could hear the muffled voices "Death Panels" "2nd Amendment" "Born in Kenya" "Elitist" "Git me mah gun!" A chill ran down her spine. She had found the true right wing nuts!

Kicking open the door she spotted... Bucco, Rshoffer, Cabo 35, Gnu, DKlarsen, BTK, Jurek, SteveZ, but... someone was missing??? Where, oh where, was Keedy? Or was he ever really there? Was he a real person or just a hand puppet for Dick Cheney? NO! George W. was the hand puppet! Chels had to go somewhere for a breath of fresh air and figure this out.

Maybe Boomer could help her over a pint of Graeter's Ice Cream! Yummmmmm!

And Whalen was standing outside in the rain, lurking, afraid to enter but wondered too: Where was Keedy? Was he real? Was this all a bad dream ?And then she saw Chels, and it was a good thing. But wait is that Boomer?
Thought she was on her way in , but then got sidetracked in the land of W,
Where is she now? What could have happened?

[Boomer]

Originally Posted by Whalen

And Whalen was standing outside in the rain, lurking, afraid to enter but wondered too: Where was Keedy? Was he real? Was this all a bad dream ?And then she saw Chels, and it was a good thing. But wait is that Boomer?
Thought she was on her way in , but then got sidetracked in the land of W,
Where is she now? What could have happened?

OK. OK. I was going to go to bed but I will go tap on the Caddy window and see if I can bring Boomer out of her reverie. She says she's over W, but I think the windows look a little steamed up over there.

[Boomer]

Boomer finally came back to reality and got out of her car. That is when she saw the black Harley, parked a couple of spaces up, in front of an old Volvo with a gun rack in the back window. “Well, what have we here?” Boomer thought to herself as she passed by the Volvo. “This car looks like it might belong to another moderate.”

Then Boomer headed over to that beautiful Harley. And she got all misty-eyed again.

Nobody was around so Boomer climbed up on that Harley and she sat there for a while and remembered.

And Boomer whispered to that Harley, "Darlin’ there is nothing in this world like the sound of a Harley. You know you still give me a thrill. I’m talkin’ to you, you big Hog.”

Boomer continued whispering -- even though she was starting to look a little bonkers by now. After all, she was talking to a big motorcycle parked out in front of some dive…..

“And I remember when I picked up on you when you were HDI. It was 1998. You were in your mid-20’s. We had a great ride. I remember when you split. And back you came. Fast. It turned out to be all good. Somewhere along the line, you changed your symbol to HOG. And yeah. I know. I know. I dumped you. Just as you were starting to push 60. And I sure do not regret having dumped you. But I will always remember the great ride you took me on.”

(Geez. Is Boomer ever going to get in there and get things straightened out?)

Goodnight.

[cabo35]

njbchbum - as I sit here overlooking the Manasquan Inlet, reading your scene, it prompts wild speculation on what sinister plot Tony and the Talkhost are about to hatch. Makes me really appreciate Jersey girls even more. Don't ever, ever, ever pump gas.

chels - who ever said liberals have no sense of humor? They obviously never met you.

......a tall, handsome, swashbuckling Bucco makes eye contact with Chelsea as she slowly measures him from across the room. She had always pictured him shorter, wearing jeans, a hard hat, combat boots and a dog eared copy of Sol Alinsky's "Rules for Radicals" in his grasp. It threw her off guard as he slowly approached her and said.............

Boomer - loved the rewrite although I thought the Harley scene would have played well in the movie version. Can't wait to see what happens when Boomer enters the pub....unless you write the pub scene out and go down the yellow brick road with Scarecrow, Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion. I can hear Judy Garland doing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". In fact I'm so old I actually saw and heard Miss Galand do that song at the Metropole on Times Square in 19____. Ouch! Barbra is no Judy.

Do I hear another poster firing up the keyboard for this target rich exercise? Act with haste, quickly before the PC (politically correct) censors, administrators and forum police raid the joint and perp walk us all back to the dreaded political forum. I'm not sure whether they have figured out if we've crossed the line yet. Wait a minute....this is their thread? We're on topic....I think.

Thanks for the smiles and laughs at loud. TOTV has talent!

P.S. - Boomer, great minds think alike...you wrote the Harley scene back in while I was firing this post off. I love it.

P.P.S. - Whalen, you must have been the keyboard firing up while I was posting....good stuff. You have thickened the plot and stirred the brew.

[chachacha]

i was wondering what had happened to the political forum and now i have just found out.....we have all gone craaaazzzzyyyy...some funny stuff here. i like this new tone and camaraderie....i always thought boomer was a man...that is how much i know!!!!!

[Enuff2]

Originally Posted by tony

I really am afraid to ask who should play me. That's the wrong thing to do. So I won't.

How about Bruce Willis?

[Muncle]

I wasn't going to enter this thread for a variety of reasons. Firstly, I wouldn't comment on Jan's analysis of his party (for which Tony got much of the blame/credit --- remember guys, Talk Host is Jan, a guy whose avatar looks a tad like Len Cariou playing the sophisticated Brit on Murder She Wrote while Tony is Tony, the gentleman whose image makes one think that just might be, not necessarily must be, somehow connected to the NJ wise guys. But I'm taking no chances.

Secondly, though, I thought it a bit unfair for me to jump in with my analysis. While I tend to disagree with Jan, if I said so, and especially if I gave the rationale behind my views, there would be little else for others to say. Even the change kool-aider would begrudgingly see the light (& Jan, you're right -- kool ade drinkers refers to Johnstown, not Tom Wolfe or Tim Leary,, but I digress.)

Boomer: "Boomer had been around the block a few times . .. . Boomer was a seasoned woman. . . " Please, please, please do not leave openings like these.

And Chach, just because a writer is witty and insightful doesn't mean he must be a male. (yeah, the odds are on your side in this, but there are exceptions) Been trading posts with Boomer for seemingly ages and I've never doubted that she along with a couple other "Old Timers" (no insult meant) like Bare, HB, & Bright were ladies (okay, not necessarily "ladies" but definitely female. They each had and have a way of telling me I'm full of it without sending me up on the roof with the M-16. V07, VK, Gracie, & I assume Kate are also of the feminine persuasion. I guess smarts can't tell genes. And Chachacha, I typed that all in fun and was, as my Irish and Brit friends would say, taking the p*** out of you -- all in jest. They only thing I get serious about is Michael Vic or Vick or Vicque or whatever his name on Devil's Island should be.

But again, I digress. I said most of that tripe to say this ---
If this party were made as a movie, and were I invited (to the kitchen, no doubt), timing would be critical as to who played me. Pre implants, I'd vote for Terry Thomas (I assume death is not a critical element in casting). Post implant and pre weight loss, maybe Jonathan Winters. With implants and after the 80ish lb weight loss, maybe an older Robert Morse with serious lifts -- okay, maybe one of the implants fell out.

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[tony]

I'm offended, Muncle. I come from a different line of wiseguys. We don't say, "You lookin' a' me?" because we know when people are looking at us. We say, "What the *^%* do YOU want?" There's a difference.

[Boomer]

So, Munc, from what you said, are you thinking maybe James Gandolfini to play Tony?

I don't know. But I do know that picture of Tony changes expressions. When Tony is kidding around, his picture looks like he is laughing. And when somebody gets in trouble, his eyes look like steel and his whole demeanor changes.

And wow, Munc, we sure do go back a long way. You showed up here not long after I did. And I remember it like it was just yesterday....."The minute ya walked in the joint (bomp bomp) I could see you were a man of distinction".......(Geez. You would think after all these posts I have written here and after all the times I have requested it, these guys would spring for one of those little emoticons -- or whatever you call those things that we can click on -- that looks like it is singing. You know. One of those little yellow guys with some musical notes all around it. Geez. It's not like I ask for much. Oh well. I digress.)

And, Munc, remember when I was absolutely convinced that you had worked for the CIA or NSA. Remember when I thought you were a retired spook, Munc. And you swore that you were not. Yeah. Right. That's what they all say, Munc. That's what they all say.

Well, I am going out to hang around with people I can actually see now. But Boomer is going to have to get back here at some point and rescue Chelsea. I think Boomer has a business plan and she needs Chelsea's help. Boomer thinks she might be able to redirect Chelsea's energies from causes that are totally lost to something where they could both make some serious money and maybe even save the country, too. Chelsea has that background in advertising and Boomer has an idea.

Oh well....I gotta get outa here.......for now.

Boomer