I remember doing some “research” (i.e. looking at pics of beautiful women) for another post in the distant past, when I stumbled upon the wondrous Jeanne Carmen and promptly included her in the post. In so doing, of course, I saved up a few other pics for future scrutiny… and here they are:
No need to thank me; it’s all part of the service.
I know that what constitutes the “best” of anything is very much a personal issue, especially as it pertains to entertainment — Mel Brooks’s Blazing Saddles has been hailed as one of the best movie comedies ever made, for instance, yet I can’t watch it past the first five minutes — but I think when to comes to TV sitcoms, it’s not too difficult a job to create a list of at least eight which could be classified as “really, really good, if not the best”. So here’s what follows for the next eight Saturdays: my personal favorite TV sitcoms, being defined as those which I could watch (and sometimes have watched) from Episode One through Episode Final, and which I can safely call “the best”. They are in no specific order, and as with all my lists, their popularity is irrelevant: I happened to love them, and that’s all that counts. Note too that the list doesn’t include many (or any) of the newer shows, simply because I gave up watching TV to any degree in about 2005. And I’ve excluded cartoons (with one exception), because I’ve only ever watched a few, and none all the way through. Here goes with 1…
As ensemble casts go, this one pretty much had it all. Almost every character was funny and outrageous, and they seemed to take it in turns — sometimes within the same episode — to make the viewer roar with laughter. My absolute favorite character was George Wendt’s Norm, whose comebacks on entry were one-line classics:
“Hey Norm, how’s the world been treating you?”
“Like a baby treats a diaper.”
“Can I pour you a draft, Mr. Peterson?”
“A little early, isn’t it Woody?”
“For a beer?”
“No, for stupid questions.”
And finally, I will be forever grateful to Cheers for introducing me to Kirstie Alley:
Your suggestions in Comments…
Ranked in ascending order of bad:
- All guns are always loaded.
- Speaking your mind at your job may make you feel all righteous and stuff, but the boss may not feel the righteousness.
- Ditto your wife.
- You will not be respected in the morning.
- Despite all the hoopla about it, sex with a virgin is terrible, with all that pain and crying, regret and recrimination. And it’s even worse with a girl.
Your suggestions in Comments.
According to this guy, the only three chamberings one needs to hunt everything in the U.S.A. are the following:
- 6.5 Creedmoor
- .338 Win Mag
To paraphrase Sheriff Margie in Fargo, “I’m not so sure I’m agreeing with your rationale, there.”
I don’t agree with the rifle choices (the 12ga. is a no-brainer), for the simple reason that they don’t pass the “To Be Found On The Shelves Of Bubba’s Bait & Ammo Store In Bumfuck, Anywhere” test. Granted, the 6.5mm Creedmoor (a.k.a. the “flavor of the month” cartridge) and .338 Win Mag are fine cartridges, but are they sold everywhere? I doubt it.
Also, two chamberings aren’t enough. We can sit and argue the point all day about which rifle cartridges are the best — and I have no problem with entertaining said discussion in Comments, of course — but I am of the opinion that the “hunt anywhere / anything” criterion in the U.S. of A., given the wide variety of terrain and game we have, cannot consist of fewer than three centerfire rifle chamberings, to whit:
- .25-inch (.243 Win, .270 Win etc.)
- .3x (.30-30, .308 Win, .30-06 etc.)
- .3x magnum (7mm Rem Mag, .300 Win Mag, etc.)
…and a credible argument can be made for an additional, larger cartridge for grizzly in deep brush, such as:
- .4x (.45-70 Gov, .458 Win etc)
I know, anything a .308 can do, a .300 Win Mag can do better; but let’s just add a little real-world experience by acknowledging that the .300 Win Mag costs twice as much as its little cousin, and also because recoil / owie shoulder.
All that established, feel free to suggest your three favorite rifle chamberings in Comments, especially when taking the “Bubba’s Store” criterion into account. Explain your choices, if necessary. I’ll be adding mine later.
I’ve never accompanied Mr. Free Market and Doc Russia on their South African safaris because as much as I’d love to share the experience with them, quite frankly I’ve been there, done that, and can’t afford it anymore.
Now it looks like nobody’s going to be doing much hunting in the near future, because of ANC policy:
THE South African government has begun the process of seizing land from white farmers.
Local newspaper City Press reports two game farms in the northern province of Limpopo are the first to be targeted for unilateral seizure after negotiations with the owners to purchase the properties stalled.
Africa wins again.
And I may consider calling South Africa “Zimbabwe South” in the near future. Feel free to explain to me why this isn’t justified.