What's THAT Supposed To Mean?!??!

[knapplc]

Flotsam & Jetsam is one of my favorite bands. (etc)

I may be mistaked but I think that Flotsam and Jetsam is the name of a chapter in The Two Towers. This chapter takes place after the Ents have torn apart Saruman's tower and the place is flooded. Gandalf, Aragorn et al come upon the scene to find Pippin and Merry chillin among the flotsam and jetsam of Saruman's stronghold.

Here is the scene recreated in Lego form:

you are not mistaked (sic)

it is the name of a chapter from a tolkien book. i'm not sure which one. but you're probably right.

Exactly, Mookie!

Flotsam and Jetsam is the ninth chapter of The Two Towers.

[Tiki]

Well, I had Tiki Barber on my Fantasy football team, and I have always liked him (mainly his name) so I took it. Not too exciting

there ya go

[The_Dude]

This about sums it up...

We are floating up a steep scrubby slope. We hear male voices
gently singing "Tumbling Tumbleweeds" and a deep, affable,
Western-accented voice--Sam Elliot's, perhaps:

VOICE-OVER
A way out west there was a fella,
fella I want to tell you about, fella
by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At
least, that was the handle his lovin'
parents gave him, but he never had
much use for it himself. This
Lebowski, he called himself the Dude.
Now, Dude, that's a name no one would
self-apply where I come from. But
then, there was a lot about the Dude
that didn't make a whole lot of sense
to me. And a lot about where he
lived, like- wise. But then again,
maybe that's why I found the place
s'durned innarestin'.

We top the rise and the smoggy vastness of Los Angeles at
twilight stretches out before us.

VOICE-OVER
They call Los Angeles the City of
Angels. I didn't find it to be that
exactly, but I'll allow as there are
some nice folks there. 'Course, I
can't say I seen London, and I never
been to France, and I ain't never
seen no queen in her damn undies as
the fella says. But I'll tell you
what, after seeing Los Angeles and
thisahere story I'm about to unfold--
wal, I guess I seen somethin' ever'
bit as stupefyin' as ya'd see in any
a those other places, and in English
too, so I can die with a smile on my
face without feelin' like the good
Lord gypped me.

INTERIOR RALPH'S

It is late, the supermarket all but deserted. We are tracking
in on a fortyish man in Bermuda shorts and sunglasses at the
dairy case. He is the Dude. His rumpled look and relaxed
manner suggest a man in whom casualness runs deep.

He is feeling quarts of milk for coldness and examining their
expiration dates.

VOICE-OVER
Now this story I'm about to unfold
took place back in the early nineties--
just about the time of our conflict
with Sad'm and the Eye-rackies. I
only mention it 'cause some- times
there's a man--I won't say a hee-ro,
'cause what's a hee-ro?--but sometimes
there's a man.

The Dude glances furtively about and then opens a quart of
milk. He sticks his nose in the spout and sniffs.

VOICE-OVER
And I'm talkin' about the Dude here--
sometimes there's a man who, wal,
he's the man for his time'n place,
he fits right in there--and that's
the Dude, in Los Angeles.

CHECKOUT GIRL

She waits, arms folded. A small black-and white TV next to
her register shows George Bush on the White House lawn with
helicopter rotors spinning behind him.

GEORGE BUSH
This aggression will not stand. . .
This will not stand!

The Dude, peeking over his shades, scribbles something at
the little customer's lectern. Milk beads his mustache.

VOICE-OVER
...and even if he's a lazy man, and
the Dude was certainly that--quite
possibly the laziest in Los Angeles
County.

The Dude has his Ralph's Shopper's Club card to one side and
is making out a check to Ralph's for sixty-nine cents.

VOICE-OVER
...which would place him high in the
runnin' for laziest worldwide--but
sometimes there's a man. . . sometimes
there's a man.

EXTERIOR RALPH'S

Long shot of the glowing Ralph's. There are only two or
three cars parked in the huge lot.

VOICE-OVER
Wal, I lost m'train of thought here.
But--aw hell, I done innerduced him
enough.

[Dirt Bag]

It all started four years ago , my dad had been playing fantasy football with some brothers and drinking buddies but in my earlier years i never enjoyed football and never even wanted to play FFB. Then when i turned 10 i started to watch some more football, mostly Vikings, and i slowly got lured into the sport. Watching multiple games ever sunday and begging my dad to let me stay up and watch the OT of the Monday Night Game. So the next year a guy quit from his fantasy league...he asked my mom if she would wanna play...she said no that she wouldn't have the time to commit to it....asked my older brother he said no, he doesnt like football at all.

He never asked me...

I had been waiting and waiting for the moment he would ask me and i would instantly say "YEAH"...

A day or two went by and nobody had joined the league yet...so finally and went and asked him if i could play? My dad thought about it and said sure...he even paid for me that year...

Well i spent the next few days thinking of a name...my imagination was pretty bland at that time...so my dad suggested i be the Termites...sort of hints that im young i guess?

So for that whole year i was known as the Termites...pretty unoriginal team name but i couldn't think of anything better...

The next year i was sure i wanted a new team name...at this time "hacky sacking" was pretty popular. I was real good and always won in "Pelt"...eventually i went and bought a $15 hackey sack called a Dirt Bag...i bet you see where this is going....

So the next day i was thinking and thinking still nothing came up. So i went outside and started hackying and i grabbed my dirt bag and glanced at it and saw the word Dirt Bag written on it...i thought it was a sign from God

I don't know why that name came to me as good but i still love it and have never played a game of FFB without my team name being Dirt Bags since then...if you are in any of my leagues you know that

So towards the beginning of the season i had severe troubles with my team and was frantically looking for someone or something that could help me...i remember googling something along the lines of Fantasy Football Help and around the bottom or so was the Cafe...i went here and went with the first thing that came to mine....Dirt Bag....well i still lost that season in the first round of playoffs even with your help...

Last season you may know or may not i got first place in my league...YAY!....i felt real special knowing i beat 11 guys that are three times my age or more...makes the bragging rights even better

I slowly was sucked in by the Cafe and am still going strong and loving football


Well thats about it....hope you had fun reading about me

[CC]

If you don't understand mine you are some sort of simpleton (or otherwise Minnesotan).

[Sixxgunn]

If you don't understand mine you are some sort of simpleton (or otherwise Minnesotan).

There's a difference?

[Flockers]

If you don't understand mine you are some sort of simpleton (or otherwise Minnesotan).

I don't get it. Minnesota is the 6th smartest state.

http://www.morganquitno.com/edrank.htm

[UNDEFEATED]

I think mine is self-explanatory.

Is it supposed to be like "Free Winona!"

[Tiki]

The next year i was sure i wanted a new team name...at this time "hacky sacking" was pretty popular. I was real good and always won in "Pelt"...eventually i went and bought a $15 hackey sack called a Dirt Bag...i bet you see where this is going....

Haha, I still havk everyday now, I dropped it for awhile, but now instead of Pelt, we play 4-20 (Everyday, not just on 4/20). The first person to hit it four times can throw it, that's in out, and you get 2 outs. Pretty fun.

[LoveBoatCaptain]

= LoveBoatCaptain

And, for the record, does not equal LoveBoatCaptain. Just so we're clear.