Oct 11, 2025 le rip

 Oct 11, 2025 le rip

‘Oh’ (y)our Irish(man) the actor Stephen Rea, playing an IRA member as we do in Neil Jordan’s immor(t)al film The Crying Game from back in the 20th - a film in which the surprise twist that five-lettered wordle demanded, and received, compliance from the audience not to spill / the beans as we do because tranny (hooker please, -id.) - says it better to (y)our man the Republican Army’s hostage du jour, an English soldier and played in the movie by the actor Forrest Whittaker, ‘and by / the way’, before during and after delivering some small consolation to the captured macho because ‘ linen Irish ‘, who ‘piss in your sink before during and after doing / your dishes ‘, and by / the way, (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and le rip is before during and after hulk-smashing away at the same in this Beaches rental home, for a certain number of pre-regime zero summers rented / by him, only living rent-free as we do, nom de rental By The Way because once Blue’s Tea House back in the 20th and by the way of the road for easier horse and carriage access, get it, living rent-free is all / we gots.

Course there are warmer rentals up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in The Beaches - wall thermostat at By-The-Way will surely not bring up the ambient heat before during and after the end of (t)his Saturday after before during and after it becomes Another Sadurday Night and I AIn’t Got Nobody (that’s enough, -id.) shift of hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This THing Back to Balti-memoires and le rip, but hell’s bells it’s Shoctober up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here people and cold that four-lettered word, and here comes the tide / to boot, spitting up frigid St. Lawrence river froth into / the air as we do and onto / the shore because forbidding, and at least it’s a little warmer up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here  at By-The-Way than it is at the other rental place nom de louer High Tide because high tide get it and right on / the water, and insulated back in the 20th as we do from the looks of the window to be replaced because exposed to high tides and salt water spit and cold cold winters up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here, with ‘le rip’, (y)our construction (work)man replacing the windows at High Tide mansplained and translated both the flimsy carpenter shavings that builders used to insulate home builds back in the 20th, the French and the(ir) language as always with a more descriptive noun for sawdust, apparently old newspapers also used for insulation from the looks of the gaping hole in High Tide’s walls inside / and outside both and the inherited wisdom of (y)our (work)man the workman, innit Apparent Lee, le rip is all / we gots.

Plus - and en plus as the French as always have it better or at least / similarly because the French language has 250,000 words or mots to choose from to English’s cool million words, and therefore have to be be more / descriptive with / less as we do, true story, innit Apparent Lee  - it’s RIP / Rest In Peace for (t)his longer-than-usual because Shocktober broken-up The Beaches Straycation 2025 / Free-Dom 55 edition for (y)our man Cin and his The Beaches housemates, (y)our (wo)ma the(ir) Ma Noslouc and the(ir) pandemicat General Meow all / three, ‘outvoted’, (y)our man Cin tried and failed to mansplain to (wo)managers at work that four-lettered word in the cubicombs his unilateral decision last week to extend Part Two of (t)his The Beaches Straycation 2025 / Free-Dom 55 edition to two weeks from the original one because heading North two weeks ago by train to the Beaches from O-Town to pick up (y)our (wo)men his pandemic housemates (y)our (wo)ma the(ir) Ma Noslouc and the(ir) pandemicat General Meow both because Shocktober and consumed / by guilt that five-lettered wordle (hooker please, -id.) both for leaving his COVID-era housemates together for the month without thinking it / through, even though (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc and the pandemicat General Meow have been before during and after living / together for the five years since the COVID allegedly came / and went, innit Alleged Lee, ‘by our mother and / the cat’, outvoted is all / we gots.

Course the custom up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here at The Beaches of summerers (really ?, - id.) returning in Shocktober for the Thanksgiving - ‘action’ the French have it because descriptive, ‘de grace’ - long week-end and well before during and after the usual exodus from and closing up of the Beaches’ summer homes to points / South at the end of August or possibly Labor Day in early September at the latest for the most intrepid The Beaches summerers is an ancient one , or at least dating from back in the 20th, when insulation for the houses was made up of ‘ le rip ‘ and the same old newspapers (goggle it) that we use now to light the kindling in the fireplaces that try / and fail to keep us warm before during and after these frankly frosty Shocktober nights because Thanksgiving week-end up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here at The Beaches, ancient customs from back in the 20th is all / we gots.

Curious George to see what Thanksgiving week-end for the rest of the Beaches’ returning summerers looks / like - amazingly enough and for all of the all of his years that (y)our man Cin and the rest of (t)his families Noslouc and Llewop have been before during and after coming up here / to the Beaches, starting for (y)our man Cin at age ten days old back in the ‘70s, as far as he knows, and yes what he doesn’t know could fill (m)any number of books other than / (t)his one, the good, the bad, and the fugly, no(t) one has ever come back, or in the case this year stayed in the Beaches right up until Thanksgiving, innit Amazing Lee (that’s enough, -id.)  - it was into the Beaches proper that (y)our man Cin was after driving earlier today, using the flimsy though for realz excuse that we need some gas for the theoretically eight-hour (fuck and in(s)ane emo Thanksgiving traffic surely demain to boot, ‘I made the rookie mistake’ (y)our man Cin tries and fails to mansplain the carmaggedon to who(m)ever listens, ‘of leaving on Labor Day last year, and the drive took twelve hours’) odyssey home tomorrow with (y)our (wo)men the(ir) Ma Noslouc and General Meow, innit Theoretical Lee (that’s enough, -id.), and even passed on the drive along Billionaire’s Row one of his contemporaries driving a golf cart of all things and on the way surely to the Beaches’ cinfamous Golf and Tennis Club The Cascade, where the flags are left up on the greens until Thanksgiving  it must be, and though (y)our man Cin was half-tempted to insert himself into his contemporary’s golf foursome as we do earlier today of (t)his Saturday after before during and after it becomes Another Sadurday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody (hooker please, -id.), it was back to By-the-Way that he was before during and after headed and to smash away at (t)his Take This Thing Back to Baltime-moires and le rip cinstead because ‘my online’ (y)our man the NYTimes reporter reporting on a place in Ireland seriously similar to the Beaches mansplained the same better, ‘journal’, Curious George is all / we gots.

What it is of a Beaches Thanksgiving week-end reunion up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on  up on out on up in here is that turkey lovers - summerers and locals both - will be before during and after being seated for  one of not one / but two Thanksgiving turkey dinners served at the local Town Hall ce samedi soir because you can eat with impunity in this weather because cold as a witches’ tit  up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on  up on out on up in here because Shocktober, ce samedi soir is all / we gots.

Course before during and after (t)his inaugural Thanksgiving The Beaches week-end and turkey dinner feast up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on  up on out on up in here for (y)our man Cin and his housemate (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc - ‘she’s a good / housemate’ he tells who(m)ever will listen (no one / listens (hooker please, -id.)), with mad kitchen (wo)management skills, ‘there’s nothing left in / the fridge’ to freeze or for the mice to scavenge over the winter up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on  up on out on up in here  - as well as the(ir) two full-time / all-year and therefore mad intrepid Beaches neighbors heading into The Beaches proper for the turkey feast, it was a side-trip  into the local town Mont Joli because Joli for a massage for (y)our man Cin believe it or not and to fill ‘er up at the gas station, though marred inevitably as we do by tailgators because carmaggadeon, this time with an elderly dude driving his even more elderly mother, innit Inevitable Lee, (y)our only recourse for these psychotic tailgators either (y)our man the actor Robert Loggia’s goombah character in David Lynch RIP’s immor(t)al film Mulholland Drive, who orders his driver to allow to pass and then run the tailgator off / the road as we do as they’re travelling along that Los Angeles drive of the same name in the movie and scaring the bejeusus out of the offending party, or as the greaseball character in John Carpenter’s film version of your Christine, who makes the fatal mistake of giving the middle finger from the front seat of his fellow greaeball’s car to the tailgating possessed Buick of the same name on that movie behind them, innit Mr. King, and for his trouble gets incinerated with his buddy at the gas station in the film’s eleven o’clock number because tailgated by Christine all the way to a fiery death because possessed , ‘who drives / like that’, (y)our man Cin tries and fails to understand tailgators , and particularly on a jaw-droppingly beautiful day like today, ‘on a day / like this?’, it’s a rhetorical question of course, the answer is damn near / everyone, possessed is all / we gots. 

Before during and after the yearly epiphanies of trying and failing to cinvince himself to remain up on out on up on out on up on up on out on up in here at The Beaches all / year / long to hulk-smash away at (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and le rip morning noon and night - as well as to work remotely preferably, get / real, and to keep an eye on the rentals, and all in order not to become John Torrence in The Shining  Part Deux, innit Mr. King - cinspired by the sight of the waves of the mighty St, Lawrence crashing up and down along the shore as we do  metres away from the rental houses but brought back / to earth that five-lettered wordle by the fact that in two months and for four months after that it will be chilly as all get-out up on out on up on out on up on up on out on up in here because sub-arctic, innit Preferable Lee (that’s enough, -id.), (y)our man Cin takes / his leave tomorrow as we do, though to be fair this year only after a full month up on out on up on out on up in here in the Beaches in August, and book-ended by this two-week Shocktober return stint ending in the The Beaches Thanksgiving week-end custom and turkey feast at the Town Hall because South of here an ‘unflushed’, (y)our reformed man(iac) Charlie Sheen calls what passes itself off as society these days better in his Netlfix rockumentary of the same name, ‘toilet’, all work and no play is all / we gots.

Thank you for reading (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and le rip.

Oct 11, 2025 le rip edited / saved / published

‘Oh’ (y)our Irish(man) the actor Stephen Rea, playing an IRA member as we do in Neil Jordan’s immor(t)al film The Crying Game from back in the 20th - a film in which the surprise twist that five-lettered wordle demanded, and received, compliance from the audience not to spill / the beans as we do because pronouns well before they were / a thing - says it better to (y)our man the Republican Army’s hostage du jour, an English soldier and played in the movie by the actor Forrest Whittaker, ‘and by / the way’, before during and after delivering some small consolation to the captured macho because ‘ linen Irish ‘, (y)our (Irish)man the Irish writer hulk-smashed it better, who ‘piss in your sink before during and after doing / your dishes ‘, and by / the way, (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and le rip is before during and after hulk-smashing away at the same in this Beaches rental home, for a certain number of pre-regime zero summers rented / by him, only living rent-free as we do, nom de rental By The Way because once Blue’s Tea House back in the 20th and by the way of the road for easier horse and carriage access, get it, living rent-free is all / we gots.

Course there are warmer rentals up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in The Beaches - wall thermostat at By-The-Way will surely not bring up the ambient heat before during and after the end of (t)his Saturday after before during and after it becomes Another Sadurday Night and I AIn’t Got Nobody (that’s enough, -id.) shift of hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This THing Back to Balti-memoires and le rip, but hell’s bells it’s Shoctober up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here people and cold that four-lettered word, and here comes the tide / to boot, spitting up frigid St. Lawrence river froth into / the air as we do and onto / the shore because forbidding, and at least it’s a little warmer up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here  at By-The-Way than it is at the other rental place nom de louer High Tide because high tide get it and right on / the water, and insulated back in the 20th as we do from the looks of the window to be replaced because exposed to high tides and salt water spit and cold cold winters up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here, with ‘le rip’, (y)our construction (work)man replacing the windows at High Tide mansplained and translated both the flimsy carpenter shavings that builders used to insulate home builds back in the 20th, the French and the(ir) language as always with a more descriptive noun for sawdust, apparently old newspapers also used for insulation from the looks of the gaping hole in High Tide’s walls inside / and outside both and the inherited wisdom of (y)our (work)man the workman, innit Apparent Lee, le rip is all / we gots.

Plus - and en plus as the French as always have it better or at least / similarly because the French language has 250,000 words or mots to choose from to English’s cool million words, and therefore have to be be more / descriptive with / less as we do, true story, innit Apparent Lee  - it’s RIP / Rest In Peace for (t)his longer-than-usual because Shocktober broken-up The Beaches Straycation 2025 / Free-Dom 55 edition for (y)our man Cin and his The Beaches housemates, (y)our (wo)ma the(ir) Ma Noslouc and the(ir) pandemicat General Meow all / three, ‘outvoted’, (y)our man Cin tried and failed to mansplain to (wo)managers at work that four-lettered word in the cubicombs his unilateral decision last week to extend Part Two of (t)his The Beaches Straycation 2025 / Free-Dom 55 edition to two weeks from the original one because heading North two weeks ago by train to the Beaches from O-Town to pick up (y)our (wo)men his pandemic housemates (y)our (wo)ma the(ir) Ma Noslouc and the(ir) pandemicat General Meow both because Shocktober and consumed / by guilt that five-lettered wordle (hooker please, -id.) both for leaving his COVID-era housemates together for the month without thinking it / through, even though (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc and the pandemicat General Meow have been before during and after living / together for the five years since the COVID allegedly came / and went, innit Alleged Lee, ‘by our mother and / the cat’, outvoted is all / we gots.

Course the custom up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here at The Beaches of summerers (really ?, - id.) returning in Shocktober for the Thanksgiving - ‘action’ the French have it because descriptive, ‘de grace’ - long week-end and well before during and after the usual exodus from and closing up of the Beaches’ summer homes to points / South at the end of August or possibly Labor Day in early September at the latest for the most intrepid The Beaches summerers is an ancient one , or at least dating from back in the 20th, when insulation for the houses was made up of ‘ le rip ‘ and the same old newspapers (goggle it) that we use now to light the kindling in the fireplaces that try / and fail to keep us warm before during and after these frankly frosty Shocktober nights because Thanksgiving week-end up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here at The Beaches, ancient customs from back in the 20th is all / we gots.

Curious George to see what Thanksgiving week-end for the rest of the Beaches’ returning summerers looks / like - amazingly enough and for all of the all of his years that (y)our man Cin and the rest of (t)his families Noslouc and Llewop have been before during and after coming up here / to the Beaches, starting for (y)our man Cin at age ten days old back in the ‘70s, as far as he knows, and yes what he doesn’t know could fill (m)any number of books other than / (t)his one, the good, the bad, and the fugly, no(t) one has ever come back, or in the case this year stayed in the Beaches right up until Thanksgiving, innit Amazing Lee (that’s enough, -id.)  - it was into the Beaches proper that (y)our man Cin was after driving earlier today, using the flimsy though for realz excuse that we need some gas for the theoretically eight-hour (fuck and in(s)ane emo Thanksgiving traffic surely demain to boot, ‘I made the rookie mistake’ (y)our man Cin tries and fails to mansplain the carmaggedon to who(m)ever listens, ‘of leaving on Labor Day last year, and the drive took twelve hours’) odyssey home tomorrow with (y)our (wo)men the(ir) Ma Noslouc and General Meow, innit Theoretical Lee (that’s enough, -id.), and even passed on the drive along Billionaire’s Row one of his contemporaries driving a golf cart of all things and on the way surely to the Beaches’ cinfamous Golf and Tennis Club The Cascade, where the flags are left up on the greens until Thanksgiving  it must be, and though (y)our man Cin was half-tempted to insert himself into his contemporary’s golf foursome as we do earlier today of (t)his Saturday after before during and after it becomes Another Sadurday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody (hooker please, -id.), it was back to By-the-Way that he was before during and after headed and to smash away at (t)his Take This Thing Back to Baltime-moires and le rip cinstead because ‘my online’ (y)our man the NYTimes reporter reporting on a place in Ireland seriously similar to the Beaches mansplained the same better, ‘journal’, Curious George is all / we gots.

What it is of a Beaches Thanksgiving week-end reunion up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on  up on out on up in here is that turkey lovers - summerers and locals both - will be before during and after being seated for  one of not one / but two Thanksgiving turkey dinners served at the local Town Hall ce samedi soir because you can eat with impunity in this weather because cold as a witches’ tit  up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on  up on out on up in here because Shocktober, ce samedi soir is all / we gots.

Course before during and after (t)his inaugural Thanksgiving The Beaches week-end and turkey dinner feast up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on  up on out on up in here for (y)our man Cin and his housemate (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc - ‘she’s a good / housemate’ he tells who(m)ever will listen (no one / listens (hooker please, -id.)), with mad kitchen (wo)management skills, ‘there’s nothing left in / the fridge’ to freeze or for the mice to scavenge over the winter up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on  up on out on up in here  - as well as the(ir) two full-time / all-year and therefore mad intrepid Beaches neighbors heading into The Beaches proper for the turkey feast, it was a side-trip  into the local town Mont Joli because Joli for a massage for (y)our man Cin believe it or not and to fill ‘er up at the gas station, though marred inevitably as we do by tailgators because carmaggadeon, this time with an elderly dude driving his even more elderly mother, innit Inevitable Lee, (y)our only recourse for these psychotic tailgators either (y)our man the actor Robert Loggia’s goombah character in David Lynch RIP’s immor(t)al film Mulholland Drive, who orders his driver to allow to pass and then run the tailgator off / the road as we do as they’re travelling along that Los Angeles drive of the same name in the movie and scaring the bejeusus out of the offending party, or as the greaseball character in John Carpenter’s film version of your Christine, who makes the fatal mistake of giving the middle finger from the front seat of his fellow greaeball’s car to the tailgating possessed Buick of the same name on that movie behind them, innit Mr. King, and for his trouble gets incinerated with his buddy at the gas station in the film’s eleven o’clock number because tailgated by Christine all the way to a fiery death because possessed , ‘who drives / like that’, (y)our man Cin tries and fails to understand tailgators , and particularly on a jaw-droppingly beautiful day like today, ‘on a day / like this?’, it’s a rhetorical question of course, the answer is damn near / everyone, possessed is all / we gots. 

Before during and after the yearly epiphanies of trying and failing to cinvince himself to remain up on out on up on out on up on up on out on up in here at The Beaches all / year / long to hulk-smash away at (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and le rip morning noon and night - as well as to work remotely preferably, get / real, and to keep an eye on the rentals, and all in order not to become John Torrence in The Shining  Part Deux, innit Mr. King - cinspired by the sight of the waves of the mighty St, Lawrence crashing up and down along the shore as we do  metres away from the rental houses but brought back / to earth that five-lettered wordle by the fact that in two months and for four months after that it will be chilly as all get-out up on out on up on out on up on up on out on up in here because sub-arctic, innit Preferable Lee (that’s enough, -id.), (y)our man Cin takes / his leave tomorrow as we do, though to be fair this year only after a full month up on out on up on out on up in here in the Beaches in August, and book-ended by this two-week Shocktober return stint ending in the The Beaches Thanksgiving week-end custom and turkey feast at the Town Hall because South of here an ‘unflushed’, (y)our reformed man(iac) Charlie Sheen calls what passes itself off as society these days better in his Netlfix rockumentary of the same name, ‘toilet’, all work and no play is all / we gots.

Thank you for reading (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and le rip.