Who besides me wants Rusty to stay on the job?

Well, I have been know to comment that "I'll be a monkey's uncle", nephew Harry LOL. And namascar, brother Bill.

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Well guys I'm not Terry, I'm his wife Sandi and my opinion probably doesn't count because I am not a member of the forum but here it goes. I think Rusty did a great job while Bill was away and I think he makes a great back up, as long as Bill keeps Rusty's medication current. I read the forum daily and find it very interesting. One quick question before I go. Does anyone elses wife share their interest in Khukuris? I have a few of them and plan to keep collecting. It is an expensive hobby since Terry and I both like them. I guess I probably opened a can of worms didn't I??
Bill we missed you and Yang Du. Glad your back!!

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To quote Uncle Bill:
Rusty, if Harry now calls you Uncle does that make him a monkey?

It is save Harry from the HI forum moderators week.

At least my name is not Bonzo!
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At least Hanuman and I are good fellows.
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Time for the medication, men!

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L'audace, toujours l'audace!!!

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Great come back, Harry. If you are in the category of Hanuman you are WAY up there!

Sandi, Terry Sisco's wife, besides being a collector of khukuris is a real sweetheart and sent me all sorts of goodies for Christmas, some of which was some great chocolate fudge she made that helped in destroying the few remaining snags I have.

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Well Sandi, I'm not married, but many of the girls I know love khuks. They just don't want to have to buy their own! Thats what they keep bugging me about! My girlfriend likes knives but she's not to hot about khukuris, I don't really understand why. She really likes the katars I've shown her though. Geez, I almost forgot! I'm all for Rusty staying on! I think it'll give old Uncle Bill time to do other things as well as moderate the cantina.

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Welcome, Sandi! Why not get an account of your own here? It'll save explaining who you are every time you post.

Most of the women in my life have been knife knuts. I think it's not uncommon ... women tend to be even more cautious than men about who they reveal their love of knives to, but once they find out it's not going to cause a negative reaction ...



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Where's that Kama Sutra oil so that we can properly anoint Rusty as permanent co-moderator of this sagaceous forum?

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Harry

L'audace, toujours l'audace!!!
 
For those who have not kept up to speed, Harry's comment on Kama Sutra oil is not evidence, in this case, of his insanity.

Some time back I heard that choji (?)or clove oil was used to preserve katanas. I later found out that it was actually a form of mineral oil scented by oil of cloves. Follow so far? Well one day after hacking with a village chainpuri, after cleaning it up I remembered I had some clove oil ( carried by pharmacies to treat toothaches and wiped the blade down with some. Next time I pulled it from the scabbard - wonderful fragrance.

Now part two. When Bill brought in the first batch of villagers, I reprofiled one into a full forward curving and was fitting an elk stag antler handle when I lost most of my breathing capacity. So I ended up sending the blade to Yvsa. This time, since it was such a sexy looking little blade, I wiped down the blade, scabbard and all with Kama Sutra oil, poured a few drops of clove oil into the scabbard, then wrapped it tightly to send to the indin. All in fun, of course.

As it turned out, I left the bottle of Kama Sutra oil sitting out and my wife thought that I had other plans for it, but as I always say, "...anything that makes you happy, dear..." though that's yet another story.

( By the way, Hanuman's smile continues to broaden after each application for some reason. Remember, this is the khukuri I unwrapped to find nestled in a newspaper article about a swinger's convention at the Reno Hilton. Just what we need - khukuri viagra! )



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Exactly, Rusty. Besides, I figured ¥vsa would beat me to the punchline if I didn't bring this up... Speaking of which, I wonder what ¥vsa's wife thought of the Kama Sutra Khukuri.... hmmmm??? I hear Ravel's Bolero in the background....

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L'audace, toujours l'audace!!!

[This message has been edited by Kozak (edited 02-26-2000).]
 
Uncle Rusty has my wholehearted vote too!

Mohd's post about Rusty having to go to Uncle Bill's to get a khukuri-knightship reminded me of this funny story I heard back in my Army-brat days. It was in Nepali and probably won't come off as well when translated in English, but here goes:

In the old days it seems a Gorkha recruit swore his allegiance with a naked khukuri placed on the back of his neck. The officer holding the khukuri asked two questions to which the recruit is supposed to answer in the affirmative. (Now, I don't know if this ceremony really happened or not)

After months of training it is the turn of this one recruit to take the oath and enter the ranks of this illustrious Regiment. He kneels down and lowers his head, the Subedar (Gorkha Officer) places the edge of the khukuri on his neck and asks the first question, "Are you willing to give your life in the service of the King/Queen (of England), Country and Regiment?" The recruit without hesitation answers "YES!"

Then the second question is asked, "Are you willing to take the lives of even your parents for the King, Country and Regiment?" At this, the recruit pales, hesitates and says "uhhh ... I don't know if I'll be able to do that..." (words to that effect). The Subedar and the British officer conducting the ceremony are furious and are about to boot this fellow out, when another Gorkha Officer pulls this unfortunate recruit aside and says, "What's the matter, you nitwit? Just say Yes for now, later on you don't HAVE to kill your parents! I mean, the King's in England, your parents are in xyz village in Nepal, you'll be in the Northwest frontier, and these officers will still be in this camp in India! Who's to know whether you really killed your parents or not?"

At this, the recruit brightens, the G.O. goes back to the officers, pleads the recruits case telling them that the fellow's a bit slow but a great football (soccer) player and doesn't the Regiment need football players to win the Durand Cup next year? Our recruit gets a second chance, answers Yes to both questions and joins the Regiment!

Probably a tall tale, but you never know
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- Sonam


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