It’s an oldie but goodie question: What living person would you want to be stranded on a desert island with?
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My wife.
Great answer, as long as she’s not staring over you shoulder as you type.
Not even in the house.
Well, good on ya! I agree 100% and my wife is sitting right next to me.
my late hubby
he had the knack of making a comfortable home, no matter where we were
and we did a LOT of camping and traveling
Wow, really tough choice: Fauci, Schwab, or Soros
Be sure you’ve got a lighter and enough wood for a big fire…and rope to keep them still while it burns.
I’m offended, doing this right will take years.
But, I would need the rope for “quick, catch the coconut.”
Aesop, of course.
Scheherazade.
She was cuter.
All three could use a good de-lunging, but then you’d be lonely.
The same woman I’ve been happily married to for the past 36 years.
But in reference to the first pic….Maryann of course.
No contest. My wife of 40+ years.
I am already a stranded stranger on a strange desert planet. And there are Wilsons everywhere, warring to end all wars & making this arid planet Verdun-verdant with democracy.
“War is only a sort of dramatic representation, a sort of dramatic symbol of a thousand forms of duty. I fancy it is just as hard to do your duty when men are sneering at you as when they are shooting at you.” ~ 1916
In starkest contrast to bouncing volleyball presidencies, today is the birthday, perhaps, of a true dramatist. Shakespeare knew about the spear-shakers & how to fry ’em up in a pan (the Bacon angle).
“I am already a stranded stranger on a strange desert planet.”
Sometimes, I just want to reach out and hug you. 🙂
That could dis/prove your autism theory. Spec/trum Ops don’t like to be touched, from what I’ve heard. “Can’t touch this.” Insert smiley here, but not notes symbols, since that “tune” doesn’t earn them.
What is the shake spear angle? ‘that in his own thick grease I made him fry’ being Chaucer, though a saucer of grease on an island would be a luxury. And this planet isn’t Green unless the chloreen, but Blue. Which is all moot when stranded amongst the monkeys
For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde,
Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde.
Yet we’re stuck abiding like the dude until our strangers duty is done
Hardscrabble Farmer …… he will supply all my calories
Maggie ….. assistant to HF, who gets Sunday off, plus, if there are rodents on that island she will de-nut them and save us from the plague
Avalon ….. I met her …. she’s a HOTTIE!
BL ….. a nice punching bag to take out my frustrations on
nickelthrower …. brilliant engineer, he can generate electricity from coconuts, just like Da Professor on Gilligan’s Island
GCP, mark, and brian … aka The Three Stupendous Stooges, to help me erect statues of myself, defacto LORD of the island
JASON!!! …. he’s got a fooken’ boat!
😂😂 You, dear, need to be enjoying your vacay.
Who says he isn’t enjoying it?
Well, Leah, I was kinda joking since he was being funny and using my words. But, yes, you’re right, I don’t know.
I know it bothers you when I tell people what to do, but clearly he’s his own person and I have no doubt that he won’t let someone on the internet dictate his actions.
He’ll be back, I’m sure.
It bothers me when anyone tells someone what to do, AA. This whole two years and then some has bothered me when others go telling people what to do.
Understood. You can feel confident that Archie is not the kind of person I’d boss around. I’m not crazy…he has the capability to put one in their place with his linguistic skills if he really wanted.
*Disclaimer: I WILL tell assholes what to do though.
I have no doubt, AA. I never said you were crazy. I’ve been reading since AP posted under another name. You are fierce.
Well, he’s lucky he has you looking out for him. I’m not going to tangle with you. 🙂
He doesn’t need anyone looking out for him. You are fierce, AA. 😛
You’re not wrong.
Go get ’em, Abby. I’ll be right over here, cheering you on!
Thank you, Ghost.
I used to be fierce, Leah.
Life has just beat the shit out of me though.
I’m not as fierce as I once was, but I suppose, when it counts, I will be fierce enough with a little help from the Lord.
The beating from the last two years has not been pleasant for anyone. I used to be nicer.
The last two years have been something else, AA. This site is a sanctuary. I can count on two fingers outside of this site who don’t believe the narratives, especially around covid and Ukraine. Peace be with you, Abbie. I hope it gets better, even though it doesn’t appear that it will.
Peace be with as well, Leah. 🙂
Gotta log off now…taking care of my horse today. It’s therapeutic, so I can be nicer.
Ghost, from what I read that you post, the Lord is helping you every day.
The Lord has been very good to me in spite of myself. He also gave me Nick to keep rescue me from the deep end.
But, he doesn’t always know what he thinks he knows.
I’m not denutting the rodents, but I will tend the rabbits and chickens we will need to sustain our new island community.
We will also need a nurse, you know. And probably that tough little redheaded Texan.
Honestly, though? I wouldn’t want to be on a deserted island for long. When I married the wrong guy we went to the Bahamas once and took one of those boats out to an island for the day. It was big enough to explore in two hours, so by eleven everyone was at the lunch tent where there were hammocks. And big fans because it was fookin’ hot, humid and still.
Lunch was disgusting. Hot dogs and lunchroom burgers cooked on a couple of grills that probably contained ashes from the first hot dogs and burgers overcooked on them years earlier. We all ate them as if we were starving and they were good but we were just all bored with the little island and the burgers were leathery and the hot dogs were charred. There were packaged cookies for dessert.
That was our “free” cruise included with the vacation package. After the lunch, the cooks (and boat operators) pulled out some guitars and a tambourine and started serenading us with siesta music.
I do remember the water there was lovely, crystal clear and calm. However, there were all sorts of fish in it and after the first crab hooked onto my toe, I decided I was sunburned enough and returned to the shaded area to await return to Grand Bahama Island, where we were staying in a semi-decent hotel.
That’s my big “deserted” island experience and it sucked.
That’s quite the experience. Reminds me of my time in the Bahamas. The locals were rude, terrible food, the cruise ships would drop off riff-raff to overrun the resort, and I got stung by a jellyfish. Not interested in going back.
Dear Heavens! You reminded me of the jellyfish that were all over the place at Cable Beach, where we were staying. It was a two-dollar cab ride from Paradise Island but we’d gotten the three-day package from a realtor* who’d gone cheap on the hotel accomodations. But, it was “free.”
*Purchase a house; get a Vacay! 1988 Oklahoma City, I’m serious. Home additions were going up everywhere but sales were slow and we responded to an ad in the Sunday Daily Oklahoman. When we closed on the house, we presented the realtor with the advertisement we’d responded to and he was legally bound to give us the promised vacation. He was really pissed and when he responded to our first complaint about the house (there were no electrical outlets in the dining room) he was very rude (he put his fist through a wall and pulled out a cluster of wires). He asked if there were other issues and we told him “no.”
We hired a guy to finish the electrical wiring because that dude was a little scary. Then, we sent the bill to the builder and let him handle it. We were within the 90 days and the crappy vacation probably cost him $500 bucks, tops. He must have paid it, because we never heard from the electrician again. Or the builder. I divorced the whole business a year or so later, so just thought I’d share another weird tale regarding the Bahama trip from hell.
Wow. Those “free” trips can cost ya something…your sanity.
When we arrived at the airport, a little bus picked up all the people from that travel group. When we got to our hotel on Cable Beach, someone in the bus said “Ooh. Who is staying here?”
It was only us and one old couple. Everyone else went to Paradise Island.
When we walked into the hotel it was through doors that were automatically opening and closing. Repairmen were there trying to fix it. It did that off and on the whole three days. It was kind of exciting, to be honest, judging when to stride through the door before it slid back (two sliding doors).
And, this next story is the God’s honest truth. I would ALMOST get in touch with my ex-husband just to prove it and I haven’t spoken to him since I spit on his boots outside the squadron a month after I divorced him.
When we got to our room on the third floor, the door was open and a maid’s cart was inside. No maid. We stepped out in the hall, looking for her and then, when we returned to the room, she was there. It was obvious she had been in the bathroom taking a crap and she sprayed some nauseating air freshener, took the cart and left, apologizing profusely and asking our forgiveness.
We opened a window, turned on the air conditioner and left the room for about ten minutes.
Later, in the dining area outside the casino, I asked a waitress if there were any “good” slot machines in the casino. I’d always asked in Vegas and sometimes the waitresses could give you a good tip about which bank of machines were paying off that night. Whether true or not, I still asked.
The girl looked surprised and told me she’d never gone into the casino and the locals were not allowed in the casino, ever.
Ever.
British rule at the time. Dunno about now, but it explained how frightened the maid had been at being caught using the bathroom. They were probably not allowed to do that either.
Sounds like the trip from hell. 😂
And that completely left out the day my asshole ex-husband left me to walk back to the hotel from a bus stop in the middle of shanty town.
But, the asshole from Lebanon, NH, did that in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, too and I should have left him then, so the Bahama walkathon to the hotel was “on me.”
Les Stroud
Oh, it’s a Canadian island, is it?
A 5-star restaurant. I wouldn’t want to sentence my wife to nothingness the rest of her life.
Big John of The Prepared Mind.
~An attractive, active, intelligent companion of the opposite sex,
who knows how to help, learn, laugh, fish, swim, cook, smile, improvise, and love.
A genie.
Preferably a Barbara Eden looking genie.
are there any other kinds?
My husband.
Ooops. HSF beat me to it.
I think he wants to be stranded with his wife, not your husband.
You would start thinking about hamhocks and beans after two weeks.
Jesus. If He’s unavailable, anyone not named Gilligan.
Gilligan’s real name is Maynard G Krebbs.
Work!
Work?!
Lets go down and watch them knock down the Endicot Building.
My lifelong best friend, Mike. He’s an engineer extraordinaire, a natural survivor and innovator. We have sailed together and in company on many adventures for 40 years and the fact that we are both still here attests to a belief that our island will become a paradise of fun and contentment.
““A good friend is like a four-leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have.” “There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends.” “True friendship comes when the silence between two people is comfortable.” “Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain”
Oh, and BTW he brews great beer.
Rosie o donnel, GOTTA HAVE BACON!
A 26 year old Dawn Wells would do nicely.
The girl I love the most that I wasn’t good enough for.
Don’t worry.
Most of us have never been “good enough”.
It seems a consistent theme throughout my life (and many of my associates).
I became unconcerned at about 16, resulting in me never dealing with a divorce.
I simply view it as my queue to “exit, stage left” (Snagglepuss, Hanna Barbera)
+1 for the Snagglepuss quote, Foodge.
“What a question! What a query!”
Bear in mind that that guy she thought was good enough is tired of her shit.
I can’t believe no one has said it.
A fertile, healthy, young person, of the opposite sex, of the same race. It isn’t rocket science. Make deserted islands populated again.
I identify with the Don’t sent help meme. That might be wrong. Oh well.
It depends on if the island has pigs and coconuts, or just crabs.
Nobody.
Why Tom Hanks in Castaway left paradise is beyond me.
The island was lacking in pizza
Greta