Day in the garden
 

Yesterday was a beautiful day. The birds were singing and the temps were
in the high 70°Fs (mid 20°Cs). DW was off to visit with her mother, and
I was at home watching our arthritic shepherd, who had been on the mend
until Friday, when she went off on an ill advised romp in the woods with
our border collie, for which she is now paying for her imprudence by
remaining very still.

Pointing the computer speakers out the window, I cranked up Beethoven
(all 'Thoven, all the time) and headed on out to the garden where I
planted the cucumbers, 2 Armenian, 2 Persian, and a lemon, as well as a
couple of "Mammouth" sunflowers, turned on the drip system and checked
for and fixed leaks , hand watered the cabbages that had been planted
the day before and some of the hanging pots, cleared some forget-me-nots
and cleavers to prepare for melon planting, picked borage and mint
"weeds" out of the root garden, fish emulsioned a potted hyssop showing
some green leaf after I thought it was dead, consolidated a couple of
trays of plants waiting to be planted, potted 8 basil on the front
stairs, spotted a bramble to be removed among the blueberries and
potatoes, put together 3 tomato plants for a neighbor, and filled the
bird feeder.

Since it was then nearly 5PM, I blended up a margarita and sat down,
propping my feet up on a plastic chair, and looked at a library book,
"Making Bentwood Trellises, Arbors, Gates & Fences" by Jim Long
http://www.amazon.com/Making-Bentwoo...es/dp/15801705
1X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1272814682&sr=1-1
and listened to the birds sing along with Ludwig, while I sipped on my
drink.

Having finished the margarita, I put down the book, and closed my eyes
to listen to the music (it was "Für Elise" at the time) and the birds.
I awoke feeling very refreshed, and was back in the garden picking up 4"
pots, and generally cleaning up my mess when DW returned.

Dinner was a paté that was made the day before, and we watched our
second Cohen Brother's movie in as many days (Fri.: Big Labowski, Sat.:
Burn After Reading, Sun.: Fargo?).

All in all, not a bad day.

Then I remembered that it was May Day, and I should have been out
marching and sticking it to da man :O( dang.

Well, it's another beautiful day. Supposed to hit 80°F, and I have
another chance to make it a perfect day.

Good luck with your day.
--
- Billy
"Fascism should more properly be called corporatism because it is the
merger of state and corporate power." - Benito Mussolini.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Arn3lF5XSUg
http://www.thirdworldtraveler.com/Zinn/HZinn_page.html

Day in the garden
 

On 5/2/2010 12:17 PM, Billy wrote:
Yesterday was a beautiful day. The birds were singing and the temps were
in the high 70°Fs (mid 20°Cs). DW was off to visit with her mother, and
I was at home watching our arthritic shepherd, who had been on the mend
until Friday, when she went off on an ill advised romp in the woods with
our border collie, for which she is now paying for her imprudence by
remaining very still.

Pointing the computer speakers out the window, I cranked up Beethoven
(all 'Thoven, all the time) and headed on out to the garden where I
planted the cucumbers, 2 Armenian, 2 Persian, and a lemon, as well as a
couple of "Mammouth" sunflowers, turned on the drip system and checked
for and fixed leaks , hand watered the cabbages that had been planted
the day before and some of the hanging pots, cleared some forget-me-nots
and cleavers to prepare for melon planting, picked borage and mint
"weeds" out of the root garden, fish emulsioned a potted hyssop showing
some green leaf after I thought it was dead, consolidated a couple of
trays of plants waiting to be planted, potted 8 basil on the front
stairs, spotted a bramble to be removed among the blueberries and
potatoes, put together 3 tomato plants for a neighbor, and filled the
bird feeder.

Since it was then nearly 5PM, I blended up a margarita and sat down,
propping my feet up on a plastic chair, and looked at a library book,
"Making Bentwood Trellises, Arbors, Gates& Fences" by Jim Long
http://www.amazon.com/Making-Bentwoo...es/dp/15801705
1X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1272814682&sr=1-1
and listened to the birds sing along with Ludwig, while I sipped on my
drink.

Having finished the margarita, I put down the book, and closed my eyes
to listen to the music (it was "Für Elise" at the time) and the birds.
I awoke feeling very refreshed, and was back in the garden picking up 4"
pots, and generally cleaning up my mess when DW returned.

Dinner was a paté that was made the day before, and we watched our
second Cohen Brother's movie in as many days (Fri.: Big Labowski, Sat.:
Burn After Reading, Sun.: Fargo?).

All in all, not a bad day.

Then I remembered that it was May Day, and I should have been out
marching and sticking it to da man :O( dang.

Well, it's another beautiful day. Supposed to hit 80°F, and I have
another chance to make it a perfect day.

Good luck with your day.

Putting your speakers out the window and cranking them up makes me glad
I'm not your neighbor ;)

Day in the garden
 

In article ,
Frank wrote:

On 5/2/2010 12:17 PM, Billy wrote:
Yesterday was a beautiful day. The birds were singing and the temps were
in the high 70°Fs (mid 20°Cs). DW was off to visit with her mother, and
I was at home watching our arthritic shepherd, who had been on the mend
until Friday, when she went off on an ill advised romp in the woods with
our border collie, for which she is now paying for her imprudence by
remaining very still.

Pointing the computer speakers out the window, I cranked up Beethoven
(all 'Thoven, all the time) and headed on out to the garden where I
planted the cucumbers, 2 Armenian, 2 Persian, and a lemon, as well as a
couple of "Mammouth" sunflowers, turned on the drip system and checked
for and fixed leaks , hand watered the cabbages that had been planted
the day before and some of the hanging pots, cleared some forget-me-nots
and cleavers to prepare for melon planting, picked borage and mint
"weeds" out of the root garden, fish emulsioned a potted hyssop showing
some green leaf after I thought it was dead, consolidated a couple of
trays of plants waiting to be planted, potted 8 basil on the front
stairs, spotted a bramble to be removed among the blueberries and
potatoes, put together 3 tomato plants for a neighbor, and filled the
bird feeder.

Since it was then nearly 5PM, I blended up a margarita and sat down,
propping my feet up on a plastic chair, and looked at a library book,
"Making Bentwood Trellises, Arbors, Gates& Fences" by Jim Long
http://www.amazon.com/Making-Bentwoo...es/dp/15801705
1X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1272814682&sr=1-1
and listened to the birds sing along with Ludwig, while I sipped on my
drink.

Having finished the margarita, I put down the book, and closed my eyes
to listen to the music (it was "Für Elise" at the time) and the birds.
I awoke feeling very refreshed, and was back in the garden picking up 4"
pots, and generally cleaning up my mess when DW returned.

Dinner was a paté that was made the day before, and we watched our
second Cohen Brother's movie in as many days (Fri.: Big Labowski, Sat.:
Burn After Reading, Sun.: Fargo?).

All in all, not a bad day.

Then I remembered that it was May Day, and I should have been out
marching and sticking it to da man :O( dang.

Well, it's another beautiful day. Supposed to hit 80°F, and I have
another chance to make it a perfect day.

Good luck with your day.

Putting your speakers out the window and cranking them up makes me glad
I'm not your neighbor ;)

Me to. :O))
--
- Billy
"Fascism should more properly be called corporatism because it is the
merger of state and corporate power." - Benito Mussolini.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Arn3lF5XSUg
http://www.thirdworldtraveler.com/Zinn/HZinn_page.html

Day in the garden
 

On 5/2/2010 1:48 PM, Billy wrote:
In ,
wrote:

On 5/2/2010 12:17 PM, Billy wrote:
Yesterday was a beautiful day. The birds were singing and the temps were
in the high 70°Fs (mid 20°Cs). DW was off to visit with her mother, and
I was at home watching our arthritic shepherd, who had been on the mend
until Friday, when she went off on an ill advised romp in the woods with
our border collie, for which she is now paying for her imprudence by
remaining very still.

Pointing the computer speakers out the window, I cranked up Beethoven
(all 'Thoven, all the time) and headed on out to the garden where I
planted the cucumbers, 2 Armenian, 2 Persian, and a lemon, as well as a
couple of "Mammouth" sunflowers, turned on the drip system and checked
for and fixed leaks , hand watered the cabbages that had been planted
the day before and some of the hanging pots, cleared some forget-me-nots
and cleavers to prepare for melon planting, picked borage and mint
"weeds" out of the root garden, fish emulsioned a potted hyssop showing
some green leaf after I thought it was dead, consolidated a couple of
trays of plants waiting to be planted, potted 8 basil on the front
stairs, spotted a bramble to be removed among the blueberries and
potatoes, put together 3 tomato plants for a neighbor, and filled the
bird feeder.

Since it was then nearly 5PM, I blended up a margarita and sat down,
propping my feet up on a plastic chair, and looked at a library book,
"Making Bentwood Trellises, Arbors, Gates& Fences" by Jim Long
http://www.amazon.com/Making-Bentwoo...es/dp/15801705
1X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1272814682&sr=1-1
and listened to the birds sing along with Ludwig, while I sipped on my
drink.

Having finished the margarita, I put down the book, and closed my eyes
to listen to the music (it was "Für Elise" at the time) and the birds.
I awoke feeling very refreshed, and was back in the garden picking up 4"
pots, and generally cleaning up my mess when DW returned.

Dinner was a paté that was made the day before, and we watched our
second Cohen Brother's movie in as many days (Fri.: Big Labowski, Sat.:
Burn After Reading, Sun.: Fargo?).

All in all, not a bad day.

Then I remembered that it was May Day, and I should have been out
marching and sticking it to da man :O( dang.

Well, it's another beautiful day. Supposed to hit 80°F, and I have
another chance to make it a perfect day.

Good luck with your day.

Putting your speakers out the window and cranking them up makes me glad
I'm not your neighbor ;)

Me to. :O))

Basically, I'm telling you something your neighbors won't ;)

Day in the garden
 

In article ,
Frank wrote:

On 5/2/2010 1:48 PM, Billy wrote:
In ,
wrote:

On 5/2/2010 12:17 PM, Billy wrote:
Yesterday was a beautiful day. The birds were singing and the temps were
in the high 70°Fs (mid 20°Cs). DW was off to visit with her mother, and
I was at home watching our arthritic shepherd, who had been on the mend
until Friday, when she went off on an ill advised romp in the woods with
our border collie, for which she is now paying for her imprudence by
remaining very still.

Pointing the computer speakers out the window, I cranked up Beethoven
(all 'Thoven, all the time) and headed on out to the garden where I
planted the cucumbers, 2 Armenian, 2 Persian, and a lemon, as well as a
couple of "Mammouth" sunflowers, turned on the drip system and checked
for and fixed leaks , hand watered the cabbages that had been planted
the day before and some of the hanging pots, cleared some forget-me-nots
and cleavers to prepare for melon planting, picked borage and mint
"weeds" out of the root garden, fish emulsioned a potted hyssop showing
some green leaf after I thought it was dead, consolidated a couple of
trays of plants waiting to be planted, potted 8 basil on the front
stairs, spotted a bramble to be removed among the blueberries and
potatoes, put together 3 tomato plants for a neighbor, and filled the
bird feeder.

Since it was then nearly 5PM, I blended up a margarita and sat down,
propping my feet up on a plastic chair, and looked at a library book,
"Making Bentwood Trellises, Arbors, Gates& Fences" by Jim Long
http://www.amazon.com/Making-Bentwoo...es/dp/15801705
1X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1272814682&sr=1-1
and listened to the birds sing along with Ludwig, while I sipped on my
drink.

Having finished the margarita, I put down the book, and closed my eyes
to listen to the music (it was "Für Elise" at the time) and the birds.
I awoke feeling very refreshed, and was back in the garden picking up 4"
pots, and generally cleaning up my mess when DW returned.

Dinner was a paté that was made the day before, and we watched our
second Cohen Brother's movie in as many days (Fri.: Big Labowski, Sat.:
Burn After Reading, Sun.: Fargo?).

All in all, not a bad day.

Then I remembered that it was May Day, and I should have been out
marching and sticking it to da man :O( dang.

Well, it's another beautiful day. Supposed to hit 80°F, and I have
another chance to make it a perfect day.

Good luck with your day.

Putting your speakers out the window and cranking them up makes me glad
I'm not your neighbor ;)

Me to. :O))

Basically, I'm telling you something your neighbors won't ;)

Hope you know more about gardening than you do my neighbors.
--
- Billy
"Fascism should more properly be called corporatism because it is the
merger of state and corporate power." - Benito Mussolini.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Arn3lF5XSUg
http://www.thirdworldtraveler.com/Zinn/HZinn_page.html

Day in the garden
 

On 5/2/2010 6:10 PM, Billy wrote:
In ,
wrote:

On 5/2/2010 1:48 PM, Billy wrote:
In ,
wrote:

On 5/2/2010 12:17 PM, Billy wrote:
Yesterday was a beautiful day. The birds were singing and the temps were
in the high 70°Fs (mid 20°Cs). DW was off to visit with her mother, and
I was at home watching our arthritic shepherd, who had been on the mend
until Friday, when she went off on an ill advised romp in the woods with
our border collie, for which she is now paying for her imprudence by
remaining very still.

Pointing the computer speakers out the window, I cranked up Beethoven
(all 'Thoven, all the time) and headed on out to the garden where I
planted the cucumbers, 2 Armenian, 2 Persian, and a lemon, as well as a
couple of "Mammouth" sunflowers, turned on the drip system and checked
for and fixed leaks , hand watered the cabbages that had been planted
the day before and some of the hanging pots, cleared some forget-me-nots
and cleavers to prepare for melon planting, picked borage and mint
"weeds" out of the root garden, fish emulsioned a potted hyssop showing
some green leaf after I thought it was dead, consolidated a couple of
trays of plants waiting to be planted, potted 8 basil on the front
stairs, spotted a bramble to be removed among the blueberries and
potatoes, put together 3 tomato plants for a neighbor, and filled the
bird feeder.

Since it was then nearly 5PM, I blended up a margarita and sat down,
propping my feet up on a plastic chair, and looked at a library book,
"Making Bentwood Trellises, Arbors, Gates& Fences" by Jim Long
http://www.amazon.com/Making-Bentwoo...es/dp/15801705
1X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1272814682&sr=1-1
and listened to the birds sing along with Ludwig, while I sipped on my
drink.

Having finished the margarita, I put down the book, and closed my eyes
to listen to the music (it was "Für Elise" at the time) and the birds.
I awoke feeling very refreshed, and was back in the garden picking up 4"
pots, and generally cleaning up my mess when DW returned.

Dinner was a paté that was made the day before, and we watched our
second Cohen Brother's movie in as many days (Fri.: Big Labowski, Sat.:
Burn After Reading, Sun.: Fargo?).

All in all, not a bad day.

Then I remembered that it was May Day, and I should have been out
marching and sticking it to da man :O( dang.

Well, it's another beautiful day. Supposed to hit 80°F, and I have
another chance to make it a perfect day.

Good luck with your day.

Putting your speakers out the window and cranking them up makes me glad
I'm not your neighbor ;)

Me to. :O))

Basically, I'm telling you something your neighbors won't ;)

Hope you know more about gardening than you do my neighbors.

Hope you know more about people than you do gardening.

Day in the garden
 

In article ,
Frank wrote:

On 5/2/2010 6:10 PM, Billy wrote:
In ,
wrote:

On 5/2/2010 1:48 PM, Billy wrote:
In ,
wrote:

On 5/2/2010 12:17 PM, Billy wrote:
Yesterday was a beautiful day. The birds were singing and the temps
were
in the high 70°Fs (mid 20°Cs). DW was off to visit with her mother, and
I was at home watching our arthritic shepherd, who had been on the mend
until Friday, when she went off on an ill advised romp in the woods
with
our border collie, for which she is now paying for her imprudence by
remaining very still.

Pointing the computer speakers out the window, I cranked up Beethoven
(all 'Thoven, all the time) and headed on out to the garden where I
planted the cucumbers, 2 Armenian, 2 Persian, and a lemon, as well as a
couple of "Mammouth" sunflowers, turned on the drip system and checked
for and fixed leaks , hand watered the cabbages that had been planted
the day before and some of the hanging pots, cleared some
forget-me-nots
and cleavers to prepare for melon planting, picked borage and mint
"weeds" out of the root garden, fish emulsioned a potted hyssop showing
some green leaf after I thought it was dead, consolidated a couple of
trays of plants waiting to be planted, potted 8 basil on the front
stairs, spotted a bramble to be removed among the blueberries and
potatoes, put together 3 tomato plants for a neighbor, and filled the
bird feeder.

Since it was then nearly 5PM, I blended up a margarita and sat down,
propping my feet up on a plastic chair, and looked at a library book,
"Making Bentwood Trellises, Arbors, Gates& Fences" by Jim Long
http://www.amazon.com/Making-Bentwoo...ces/dp/1580170
5
1X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1272814682&sr=1-1
and listened to the birds sing along with Ludwig, while I sipped on my
drink.

Having finished the margarita, I put down the book, and closed my eyes
to listen to the music (it was "Für Elise" at the time) and the birds.
I awoke feeling very refreshed, and was back in the garden picking up
4"
pots, and generally cleaning up my mess when DW returned.

Dinner was a paté that was made the day before, and we watched our
second Cohen Brother's movie in as many days (Fri.: Big Labowski, Sat.:
Burn After Reading, Sun.: Fargo?).

All in all, not a bad day.

Then I remembered that it was May Day, and I should have been out
marching and sticking it to da man :O( dang.

Well, it's another beautiful day. Supposed to hit 80°F, and I have
another chance to make it a perfect day.

Good luck with your day.

Putting your speakers out the window and cranking them up makes me glad
I'm not your neighbor ;)

Me to. :O))

Basically, I'm telling you something your neighbors won't ;)

Hope you know more about gardening than you do my neighbors.

Hope you know more about people than you do gardening.

Beginning to feel like I have something stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
Thanks again for cheering me up Frank, by reminding me that you weren't
my neighbor. This post started on topic. It's all yours now.
--
- Billy
"Fascism should more properly be called corporatism because it is the
merger of state and corporate power." - Benito Mussolini.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Arn3lF5XSUg
http://www.thirdworldtraveler.com/Zinn/HZinn_page.html

Day in the garden
 

In article ,
says...

Basically, I'm telling you something your neighbors won't ;)

Hope you know more about gardening than you do my neighbors.

Hope you know more about people than you do gardening.

Explain why you're trolling.

Day in the garden
 

In article
,
Billy wrote:

Yesterday was a beautiful day. The birds were singing and the temps were
in the high 70°Fs (mid 20°Cs). DW was off to visit with her mother, and
I was at home watching our arthritic shepherd, who had been on the mend
until Friday, when she went off on an ill advised romp in the woods with
our border collie, for which she is now paying for her imprudence by
remaining very still.

Pointing the computer speakers out the window, I cranked up Beethoven
(all 'Thoven, all the time) and headed on out to the garden where I
planted the cucumbers, 2 Armenian, 2 Persian, and a lemon, as well as a
couple of "Mammouth" sunflowers, turned on the drip system and checked
for and fixed leaks , hand watered the cabbages that had been planted
the day before and some of the hanging pots, cleared some forget-me-nots
and cleavers to prepare for melon planting, picked borage and mint
"weeds" out of the root garden, fish emulsioned a potted hyssop showing
some green leaf after I thought it was dead, consolidated a couple of
trays of plants waiting to be planted, potted 8 basil on the front
stairs, spotted a bramble to be removed among the blueberries and
potatoes, put together 3 tomato plants for a neighbor, and filled the
bird feeder.

Since it was then nearly 5PM, I blended up a margarita and sat down,
propping my feet up on a plastic chair, and looked at a library book,
"Making Bentwood Trellises, Arbors, Gates & Fences" by Jim Long
http://www.amazon.com/Making-Bentwoo...es/dp/15801705
1X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1272814682&sr=1-1
and listened to the birds sing along with Ludwig, while I sipped on my
drink.

Having finished the margarita, I put down the book, and closed my eyes
to listen to the music (it was "Für Elise" at the time) and the birds.
I awoke feeling very refreshed, and was back in the garden picking up 4"
pots, and generally cleaning up my mess when DW returned.

Dinner was a paté that was made the day before, and we watched our
second Cohen Brother's movie in as many days (Fri.: Big Labowski, Sat.:
Burn After Reading, Sun.: Fargo?).

All in all, not a bad day.

Then I remembered that it was May Day, and I should have been out
marching and sticking it to da man :O( dang.

Well, it's another beautiful day. Supposed to hit 80°F, and I have
another chance to make it a perfect day.

Good luck with your day.

Howsa about some plant music.

http://www.plantmusic.com/

I must be gettin old.

--
Bill S. Jersey USA zone 5 shade garden
What use one more wake up call?

Day in the garden
 

phorbin wrote:

Explain why you're trolling.
It would be a kindness not to quote the postings of somebody many people
have already consigned to the write only memory.

We now return you to your thread, already in progress:

Not the season, but I often find myself humming the "Apple Picker's Reel"
in the garden.

Feels so fine
Feels so free
Sittin' in the top of an apple tree.

Or the Liberty Bell March, for unrelated reasons.


Gary Woods AKA K2AHC- PGP key on request, or at home.earthlink.net/~garygarlic
Zone 5/4 in upstate New York, 1420' elevation. NY WO G

Day in the garden
 

In article ,
Bill who putters wrote:

In article
,
Billy wrote:

Yesterday was a beautiful day. The birds were singing and the temps were
in the high 70°Fs (mid 20°Cs). DW was off to visit with her mother, and
I was at home watching our arthritic shepherd, who had been on the mend
until Friday, when she went off on an ill advised romp in the woods with
our border collie, for which she is now paying for her imprudence by
remaining very still.

Pointing the computer speakers out the window, I cranked up Beethoven
(all 'Thoven, all the time) and headed on out to the garden where I
planted the cucumbers, 2 Armenian, 2 Persian, and a lemon, as well as a
couple of "Mammouth" sunflowers, turned on the drip system and checked
for and fixed leaks , hand watered the cabbages that had been planted
the day before and some of the hanging pots, cleared some forget-me-nots
and cleavers to prepare for melon planting, picked borage and mint
"weeds" out of the root garden, fish emulsioned a potted hyssop showing
some green leaf after I thought it was dead, consolidated a couple of
trays of plants waiting to be planted, potted 8 basil on the front
stairs, spotted a bramble to be removed among the blueberries and
potatoes, put together 3 tomato plants for a neighbor, and filled the
bird feeder.

Since it was then nearly 5PM, I blended up a margarita and sat down,
propping my feet up on a plastic chair, and looked at a library book,
"Making Bentwood Trellises, Arbors, Gates & Fences" by Jim Long
http://www.amazon.com/Making-Bentwoo...es/dp/15801705
1X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1272814682&sr=1-1
and listened to the birds sing along with Ludwig, while I sipped on my
drink.

Having finished the margarita, I put down the book, and closed my eyes
to listen to the music (it was "Für Elise" at the time) and the birds.
I awoke feeling very refreshed, and was back in the garden picking up 4"
pots, and generally cleaning up my mess when DW returned.

Dinner was a paté that was made the day before, and we watched our
second Cohen Brother's movie in as many days (Fri.: Big Labowski, Sat.:
Burn After Reading, Sun.: Fargo?).

All in all, not a bad day.

Then I remembered that it was May Day, and I should have been out
marching and sticking it to da man :O( dang.

Well, it's another beautiful day. Supposed to hit 80°F, and I have
another chance to make it a perfect day.

Good luck with your day.

Howsa about some plant music.

http://www.plantmusic.com/

I must be gettin old.

Wow. Berlin to Paris in 10 hr. That's how long it takes me to drive from
Koblenz to Paris, but I don't go 180 km/hr either.

Lots of good memories.

Thanks,
--
- Billy
"Fascism should more properly be called corporatism because it is the
merger of state and corporate power." - Benito Mussolini.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Arn3lF5XSUg
http://www.thirdworldtraveler.com/Zinn/HZinn_page.html

Day in the garden
 

In article ,
says...

phorbin wrote:

Explain why you're trolling.
It would be a kindness not to quote the postings of somebody many people
have already consigned to the write only memory.

Ah well... Consider me thoughtlessly cruel because I'm sure I'll do it
again some time.

I did pare out pretty much everything irrelevant to the question.

My usual killfile times out after a week. If I really want to make
someone invisible I use an advanced filter to delete his posts,
responses to those posts and discussion about the poster and his posts.

It can make some newsgroups seem vewy vewy quiet.