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Post by hollygolightly on Sept 22, 2019 1:06:17 GMT
neesy - I laughed out loud at that "dour"! Good word choice. I would not know what the hell do to with a man who wasn't dour at times. Keeps it all very saucy.
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Post by wolf on Sept 22, 2019 4:24:55 GMT
wolf That was an amazing tribute you to your friend. I was not on the SKMB when Sai Dalglish was, but he was beloved and never forgotten - that was clear - and he still often mentioned when I first joined - his presence was felt. Of all the many ways I've seen people try to explain him - your's is the most vivid image. I get it now and so wish I'd known him. What an amazing gift of a friend he was to you and for certain, you to him. Thanks for sharing that - it's an exquisite tribute. Really lovely post hollygolightly. Thank you so much, I appreciate that.
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Post by wolf on Sept 22, 2019 4:36:09 GMT
neesy - I laughed out loud at that "dour"! Good word choice. I would not know what the hell do to with a man who wasn't dour at times. Keeps it all very saucy. Hmmmm.....hollygolightly and neesy, does all that mean you like "Sweet and dour sauce" on your 'Ogre-Haggis'? Would it go with the 'neeps and tatties'!? Neesy! go ask 'Andy-Man, he's the galloping gourmet, he'll know.
.....just kidding ladies.
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Post by neesy on Sept 23, 2019 12:18:06 GMT
neesy - I laughed out loud at that "dour"! Good word choice. I would not know what the hell do to with a man who wasn't dour at times. Keeps it all very saucy. Hmmmm.....hollygolightly and neesy , does all that mean you like "Sweet and dour sauce" on your 'Ogre-Haggis'? Would it go with the 'neeps and tatties'!? Neesy! go ask 'Andy-Man, he's the galloping gourmet, he'll know.
.....just kidding ladies.
No need to ask Andy - I know what "neeps and tatties" are plus I have had haggis several times and it's quite tasty.
Sorry I wasn't around the last few days - the Galloping Gourmet has been playing on the computer quite a bit - he likes time management games.
It's a wee bit fresh here this morning - only 8 C which is around 46 F so a little cool - winter will be here in a month or so - hoping we won't have any snow until after October 31.
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Post by drawntokatet on Oct 2, 2019 16:40:14 GMT
Got the link. I hope every one can see it. There's great photos in the slide show. Thank you so much for posting about John! I think of him often. He was so nice and kind to every new member of the SKMB. He was always up to tell us a good story too. I remember a horror story he wrote based upon his childhood experience of watching an circus elephant take a gigantic crap in front of him. Both horrifying to him as a child and hysterically funny as he retold his experience. john told me tales of how he and Keith Moon would get stinking drunk together and how Keith was such a nice guy. Years ago, we gathered bookmarks from all over the world for Stephen King's Birthday. I served as the gatherer and packager since I live near Maine. John sent e couple of extra bookmarks for me as a personal thank you for managing the project. I still have them. A Queen of diamonds playing card and a Scottish white thistle that he signed to me. I still have them. When Under the Dome was released I attended an event with my son and got two copies of the signed book. I wrapped one in plastic bags, taped it and boxed it up. I trusted in the postal service to deliver it to John in Glasgow. It arrived late. The box was soaked but John said the book was safe because I had wrapped it in plastic. He was the kind of person that was easy to like. He had a kind a generous heart. He brought out the best in me and others. John believed in Whirled Peas. I do too. He had a tremendous wit and intelligence. I recall how his son and daughter went onto his SKMB account after he passed and told us all how much we meant to him. And how much they appreciated us being his friends. It was easy to be John's friend. He was a great human being. Long days and pleasant nights.
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Post by wolf on Oct 3, 2019 14:32:52 GMT
You are welcome drawntokatet, and thank YOU so much for bringing your own experiences and memories of John. I really appreciate that ma'am. Lovely recollections you have of him. Please bring more, if it pleases thee to do so. More people will make it over here from the SKMB eventually, and I think everyone will appreciate what you have to say here.
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Post by wolf on Dec 22, 2019 17:19:38 GMT
Good Yuletide and Merry Christmas, Sai.
Always remembering with happy sad crying and missing you very much this time of year. Especially this year.
"Wish you were here" - Pink Floyd-
......I'll always have a song and a smile through the tears for you.
Got a present for you too ("The 19 Days Of An SKMB X-mas"), I'll bring it soon as I can. Lol, hopefully before Hogmanay! ;D Irish Coffee's on me today!
......and John!...keep putting the good word in for us, gunslinger.
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Post by cat on Dec 23, 2019 0:06:02 GMT
John is missed. My favorite memory is of course, whirled peas.
I was new to the SKMB and John was always saying whirled peas. Me in my infinite wisdom, did not "get it." I asked him if that was some kind of Scottish food.
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He laughed and said no, to say "whirled peas" out loud. THEN I understood!
I apologized and told him I hoped I had not offended him and of course he told me no offense was taken. He was laughing the whole time.
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Post by wolf on Dec 23, 2019 0:35:44 GMT
lol, thats John. Lovely recollection miss cat , thankyou for that. merry Christmas !
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Post by cat on Dec 23, 2019 0:41:33 GMT
lol, thats John. Lovely recollection miss cat , thankyou for that. merry Christmas !
Merry Christmas to you!
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Post by wolf on Feb 21, 2020 20:31:49 GMT
(...this was meant for the Ka-tet Cantina on the SKMB and/or The Playground. But things didn't work out that way. And I am very sure that is for the best. Ms. Mod would probably have had to delete it. And even if she didn't, I don't think everyone would have taken it as the Christmas gift it was meant to be. But Sai would like it, even if he was just being nice. Sorry it's taken me so long to get posted John! )
"The 19 Days Of An SKMB X-Mas" Part I
In the early hours just before dawn, on the day the SKMB would be closing for Christmas vacation, a Thinny opened up in the back of the Cantina. There was a slight shuffling sound that woke Oscar, who was curled up asleep in his usual spot by the fire. He was fairly well hidden in the corner. He didn't move, but he watched carefully. His eyes widened as he saw The Milk Man appear with his milk crate, his pet bat, Bacardi, on his shoulder. In the milk crate was Captain Jack T's spiced Redrum, and Gramma's limited edition eggnog. Darting around excitedly amongst the bottles and waxed cartons played his little girl tarantula, Arania. She chirped to him as he took her playthings away, and set the delivery items on the bar. Oscar remained motionless, holding his breath, but the MilkMan knew he was watching anyway. He turned and looked right at the squirrel, slightly wild eyed. Sneering a greasy toothy grin he said to Oscar with a disturbing whispery voice, "....and this is for MS. MOD." as he reached inside his jacket, pulling out a long stemmed white rose with meaty looking blackish red leaves, stem and thorns. He placed it carefully on the bar and stared at Oscar again, "Someone else is coming...he's my ride." With that he shuffled on to the back of the Cantina again.
Oscar breathed again, but his heart began to race when he heard what distinctly sounded like heavy hoof steps on the hard wood floor. It was coming from where the Milk Man's shuffling foot sounds ended.....at the Thinny. He got up quickly and stealthily from his blankets, noiseless. He crept over to the corner and peered around it. There stood Father X-Mas, Santy Claus' cousin. He was helping good old Nick out with the problem children on his list. He'd been up all night working the Night Shift with a Skeleton Crew of dark elves. He took a deep drink from a mug of something steaming in his hand, stamped a hoof lightly and quietly growled, "Now be careful with that. You know how hard we worked on it all." Oscar actually found his baritone voice to actually be quite pleasant, so he wasn't as afraid and his heart settled back into a calm pace again. Then through the shimmering Thinny came all the elves carrying a huge Black House shaped box, wrapped and tied up in a flowing Silver Bullet colored ribbon. They set it down by the tree, carefully arranging the ribbon on the floor around it. Father X-Mas directed, "Alright, now get the bag. And if he starts that gabbing and b1tching about FLOATING again give him another bludgeoning with this." he reached inside his long dark teal green robe, retrieving a crowbar and tossed it to the largest and sternest looking of the elves. The crew slipped out the Thinny to a sleigh parked on the otherside. That's when Father turned towards Oscar.
He bent over and smiled down at the little gray squirrel. Oscar could see there were trailing long dark brown locks under his hood, and caught glimpse of the base of polished white horn. He showed Oscar his mug, which was emblazoned with the logo "Coffey's Mile Louisiana Style Coffee" and asked, "Be a good little friend, come make some coffee, and give us a shot of that redrum in it too, please sir? I think they're going to busy for a few minutes." he winked, his eyes were twinkling, but Oscar was pretty sure he was a little hung over.....or still a bit drunk. Oscar nodded and jumped to it. Getting the coffee brewing and opening up a bottle of the Capt. Jack T's, he watched Father silently. Attentively listening as the kindly satyr told him, "Here's a couple of things to know, little Oscar the wild: the bag...is no mere Bag Of Bones. Tell osnafrank sorry 'bout that. No one touches it. That is for kingfamilyfan , she'll be able to handle IT. Same with the Black House box, no one touches it. Everyone will get here not long after I leave." Oscar nodded enthusiastically and poured the coffee and redrum in his cup. Father smiled his thanks and took a long drink, then continued, "When the Camel and Snakes get here, they will know what to do." As he finished with Oscar the elves returned, dragging with them a very heavy looking chain-mail bag. They placed it under the tree right behind the Black House box, and all of them headed back out the Thinny. Father X-Mas looked over his shoulder at Oscar one last time, "Have fun kiddo." his farewell wave and the tail of his long robe were the last things to disappear through the Thinny as it blinked shut, and it's scar of a crease in the thin air ethereally withered away.
Everyone arrived just as he said, no one wanted to touch either of the items that mysteriously appeared over night. Oscar said nothing, he didn't have to, so he just watched.
Derry Clyde, Buckwheat and Pyro just came in, and they're over at the big Black House shaped box. They're opening it up right now...........
(Part II in next post. )
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Post by wolf on Feb 21, 2020 21:50:48 GMT
(Part II)
The Turkish Delight and the Slithering Serpentines got the Black House box open, and out came pouring: "The 19 Days Of An SKMB Christmas!"
On the first day of X-Mas, King Stephen gave the SKMB: A '58 Plymouth Fury!
On the second day.... Two Thad B. Halves!
On the third day...... Three Fatal M.D.'s!
On the fourth day.... Four Cawing Crows!
On the fifth day..... FIVE NEEDFUL THINGS!
On the sixth day..... Six Go-Devils a joyride a-deviling!
On the seventh day..... Seven Shining Shines Shiningly a-Shining!
On the eighth day...... Eight Poisonous Things from a Buick 8 a-winging!
On the ninth day.... Nine Beams a Walkin' Dude beamingly a-walking!
On the tenth day.... Ten Barefoot Wolf's a-wolvishly a-howling!
On the eleventh day.... Eleven Gallant Gunslingers strappin' on and a-slinging!
On the twelfth day.... Twelve Clocks at Four Past Midnight a-ticking and a-striking!
On the thirteenth day..... Thirteen Mile Green Tommy Knocker's on a mind a-knocking!
On the fourteenth day..... Fourteen Dream Catcher's, Nightmare's and Dreamscapes a-catching!
On the fifteenth day...... Fifteen Catastrophic Cell phones a-phoning and a-hellringing!
On the sixteenth day..... Sixteen Strawberry Spring Pies a-hauntingly, gauntily a-slimming!
On the seventeenth day..... Seventeen Bazaar/ (Bizarre) Bad-azz Dreams being dreamily a-dreaming!
On the eighteenth day...... Eighteen ghosts against the post, fists fitfully a-thrusting!
On the nineteenth day...... Nineteen Long days and pleasant nights of ka-tet partying and a-palavering!
Happy Belated X-Mas Sai Dalglish and Tet-Mates mine.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2020 9:16:27 GMT
That was brilliant Wolf.
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Post by osnafrank on Feb 22, 2020 9:40:58 GMT
(Part II)
The Turkish Delight and the Slithering Serpentines got the Black House box open, and out came pouring: "The 19 Days Of An SKMB Christmas!"
On the first day of X-Mas, King Stephen gave the SKMB: A '58 Plymouth Fury!
On the second day.... Two Thad B. Halves!
On the third day...... Three Fatal M.D.'s!
On the fourth day.... Four Cawing Crows!
On the fifth day..... FIVE NEEDFUL THINGS!
On the sixth day..... Six Go-Devils a joyride a-deviling!
On the seventh day..... Seven Shining Shines Shiningly a-Shining!
On the eighth day...... Eight Poisonous Things from a Buick 8 a-winging!
On the ninth day.... Nine Beams a Walkin' Dude beamingly a-walking!
On the tenth day.... Ten Barefoot Wolf's a-wolvishly a-howling!
On the eleventh day.... Eleven Gallant Gunslingers strappin' on and a-slinging!
On the twelfth day.... Twelve Clocks at Four Past Midnight a-ticking and a-striking!
On the thirteenth day..... Thirteen Mile Green Tommy Knocker's on a mind a-knocking!
On the fourteenth day..... Fourteen Dream Catcher's, Nightmare's and Dreamscapes a-catching!
On the fifteenth day...... Fifteen Catastrophic Cell phones a-phoning and a-hellringing!
On the sixteenth day..... Sixteen Strawberry Spring Pies a-hauntingly, gauntily a-slimming!
On the seventeenth day..... Seventeen Bazaar/ (Bizarre) Bad-azz Dreams being dreamily a-dreaming!
On the eighteenth day...... Eighteen ghosts against the post, fists fitfully a-thrusting!
On the nineteenth day...... Nineteen Long days and pleasant nights of ka-tet partying and a-palavering!
Happy Belated X-Mas Sai Dalglish and Tet-Mates mine.
WUITIIQGUyMrvFxIgkNw
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Post by spideyman on Feb 22, 2020 14:17:25 GMT
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Post by wolf on Feb 24, 2020 0:11:06 GMT
Thank you @notaro osnafrank and spideyman , appreciate and love y'all.
(oh man.....i REALLY need to proof read ...... facepalm )
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Post by kingfamilyfan on Feb 25, 2020 21:18:58 GMT
Awesome thread. John was so amazing and welcomed so many of us. he is certainly missed.
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Post by Dizzy on Feb 26, 2020 19:04:51 GMT
9/19/2019.....It's time. This is a year for great things. Remembering Sai Dalglish. The eloquent Gentleman Professor RockStar. The Gunslinger, with the cerulean blue winking eyes and the smile that made everyone around him smile. .....and it's really no surprise to me that this turns out to be my 1,319th post. Ka demands, the Wolf abides.
John inspired great love and intense loyalty in everyone who knew him. I was merely one of many. I miss my good friend and our long talks on and off the board. I am not, and was not anyone particularly special. Sai (as i have always called him) was nice to everybody. He loved, and was good to, and kind to, all who were around him. He was a great friend to me, much like a brother, or a favorite uncle, and definitely a teacher. My Professor.
I will never forget him telling me about Ludovico Ariosto's epic poem : "Orlando Furioso" (Raging Roland) and how it inspired many authors/poets as well as Robert Browning.That was only one of the valuable things he taught me. Paul Antriedes' mentat, Thufir Hawat and Roland Deschain's Cort has nothing on Sai Dalglish.
I have very fond memories of his talking about all things "great craic". In a thread, where we never engaged in "recreational profanity", but heartily agreed that it was so funny, and fun stress relief, when mastered and used with wit and skill. He laughed and said, "Mother Wolf, it will be all over Glascow by Monday morning!" Referring to the term 'recreational profanity', he was. I loved learning about "Burns Night", and how that holiday is celebrated, as well as the days long "Hogmanay". He told me, "Mother Wolf, Christmas is for children. Hogmanay is for the adults."
I will never forget all the music we shared with one another and everyone else. Nor shall I forget our making up the perfect soundtrack selections for the Dark Tower movie. And dreaming up the finest cast for that film too. I still like thinking about the old board threads like the 'Ark' and the 'Library', that everyone filled with their most loved creatures and favorite books of all types. And all the highly entertaining conversations that went on over it all. I, always hanging on every word Sai said.
He really was my hero. I asked him one Sunday morning, if he minded me calling him 'Sai', and of course, he smiled and said, "Sai away, Mother Wolf." I will never call anyone "Sai" with a capital S ever again. That is just for John. I have treasured a beautiful postcard he mailed to me from London once. It was one, of quite a few, that went into the post for friends that day. The back of it was filled with lovely notes and signatures. I was thrilled to receive it, so proud of it. And I am still so grateful that my friend thought enough of me, lowly me...to go to the time, trouble and expense to get it to my mailbox. "No worries", he would say. Only when John said that to you, did all anxiety dissipate and evaporate away, like it had never been there in the first place. He just had that easy, kind and comforting way about him. It was John, who had faith in me and encouraged me to pick up pens, pencils and drawing pad again. He urged me to take the time to dig up my buried talents and make good with them. And I am happy to say I obeyed him, and I am doing very well for it right now. Forever ever in debt to your priceless advice, Sai. My Dinh.
All that above is just a smattering of memories. I could go on for days about "Mardi Gras", discussing and speculating about all things "19" and so much more. But that's enough, and I know no one wants me go on much longer.
I know where John Dalglish is. He has R.isen I.n P.eace. He has his 'length of days'.....his longest most pleasant days and nights. He is spending his best times in all the Cantinas of the universe, in the company of all he loves, and with great wise wits the likes of Robbie Burns, St. Francis, Oscar Wilde and so many others. Discussing all the wondrous divine secrets of the world and heavens, and more, over fine Whiskey's and Irish Coffee's. And having so many great laughs, deftly and strategically putting 'recreational profanity' to good fun use. And he is playing the great gig in the sky, in that ever expanding heavenly Rock Band. And I am happy for him. I love you Sai, we all do and we miss you, our great friend.
These songs are for you today, just to say hey:
"Knockin' On Heavens Door" -Bob Dylan-
"Don't you know that you are a shooting star!....(if you listen to the wind you can still hear him play)" -Bad Company-
"Dear Mr. Fantasy, play us a tune...something to make this old heart feel..." -Traffic-
"...and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again" -Charlie Puth-
John!.....Keep puttin' the good word in for us Gunslinger.
And he is playing the great gig in the sky
I never know him but I wish I did he sounds like a great/kind person an you did him very well tribute in this thread wolf he is proud of you an to know you.
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Post by wolf on Feb 27, 2020 17:47:57 GMT
Awesome thread. John was so amazing and welcomed so many of us. he is certainly missed. Thanks kingfamilyfan ! So good to see you here again! a200
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Post by wolf on Feb 27, 2020 17:49:26 GMT
Thank you Dizzy , very kind of you.
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