Last night, someone mentioned Hulu in the Open Thread.
Mark
May 12, 2017 at 9:16 pm
I want to watch “The Last Ship” from the beginning. But I don’t want to subscribe to Hulu
I’m not quite sure what that was all about, although some did take it and run with it. But, it did get me to thinking.
I’ve been a fan of Hulu for a long time. But I absolutely hate their new interface. And, I am considering dropping Hulu on account of it. I may talk more about this later. But tonight, you’re going to direct the conversation. So, what’s on your mind?
It’s Saturday Night Open Thread. Tell a joke, share a link, get something off your chest. It’s up to you.
Who wants to start?
That was me. It was just want was on my mind
Mark:
I’ve been reliably informed that one can find episodes of The Last Ship on the Pirate Bay, although I do not condone such nefarius illegal activity.
On the legal side, you may currently get the first three seasons of The Last Ship from Netflix DVD; I myself have season 3 on the way.
Regards,
Comrade Chairman Obama
Hulu reminds me of Hula, which reminds me that my dad owned a Hawaiian shirt and a couple of plastic leis. He never went to the islands, so I don’t know why he had them.
No idea? Really? I mean, who wouldn’t like a good lei?
And the fastest way to get lei’d is to wear a super cool Hawaiian shirt.
Hawaiian shirts are the best; I’m a programmer, mainly C and Perl; therefore, I am required to wear Hawaiin shirts to work at least twice a week.
“…get something off your chest…”
My overweight, liberal sister is into genealogy and has documented more than 15 generations on my father’s side. Great Scot! I’ve got four Scottish knights (grandfathers) in my family tree. I knew I had Scot in me, but holy socks, Captain. So watch out. You mix Scot and Irish together and what do you get?
Captain!! She’s gonna blow!
15 generations on your dad’s side but no mention of mom’s side. I bet there’s some lurid details there.
An Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman are drinking in a bar.
A fly lands in the Englishman’s pint. The Englishman is incensed, pushes his beer away, and orders another.
A fly lands in the Irishman’s pint. The Irishman looks at the fly, shrugs, and just drinks the beer down, leaving the fly at the bottom of the glass.
A fly lands in the Scotsman’s pint. The Scotsman is furious. He picks out the fly, and violently shakes it over his pint glass while screaming, “Spit it out ya wee bastard!”
Aye, and after the fly spits it out, the Scotsman lectures it on the evils of stealing a man’s drrrrinnk.
Well, I know my mother’s mother’s father was Irish and a drunkard and immigrated during one of the potato famines (~1870). This may explain my fondness for potatoes and ale.
So, my mother’s mother was Irish and the Irish were not as good at record keeping as the English, Scottish and Welsh (or at least they’re slow to digitize all their records used by Ancestry.com). On the other hand, my mother’s father was adopted – having trouble tracing possible last name(s).
Here’s another one: I’ve got one ancestor (possibly two – needs more research) who sailed on the Mayflower. Over 10 million Americans can claim at least one, apparently.
Tonight’s genealogy report brought to you by the makers of Irish/Scottish/English/Welsh babies. Here’s to ya.
So you’re Puritan on your father’s side and mick booze hound on your mother’s side. You are America writ small.
https://m.youtube.com/?#/watch?v=YXjqTyQuq4w
Otto Klemperer was born May 14, 1885. In addition to being a great conductor, he was the father of Werner Klemperer – ol’ Colonel Klink himself, who was a fine violinist himself, and also quite a charming man, judging by the interviews I’ve seen with him. Wear a monocle today.
Hogan!
My great Grandpa was Pieter Bruinsma, champion speed skater in Holland. He was famous in Europe during the late 19th Century. Had his picture on a cigar box, presumably because Wheaties had yet to be invented. I still have one of his skates.
I also inherited his good looks.