The Blue Dot will be watching and taking names if necessary.
In the early days of exploring her powers, the Blue Dot was a little uncertain about how omnipresence worked. She thought it meant that people should be wherever She wanted them to be which led to things like looking for kansas in highly unlikely locations.
The Blue Dot at Observation Point in Zion National Park
Our one-eyed toto playing kitty-cat-and-mouse with his ball so that he can experience a successful hunt before the meal. Also, he wakes up the whole house yawning louder ‘n a siamese cat in heat.
Puget4 however is a skilled and determined sleeper. It’ll be a while yet before she’s along.
Pets at meal time are always fun to watch. I like the idea of Toto ‘hunting’ before meals – that sounds really sweet!
Lucky Puget4 to sleep so soundly – I’m jealous! Even on weekends and vacation my body or brain gets me up!
Our cat sounds like he has been starved for weeks…well he thinks so! Although when we have mice at the cabin he is an excellent hunter. Genetic memory is alive and well even in house pets. Although I wish he would take them outside to crunch them and not leave parts around!
A cousin of mine owns a HUGE labrador who only eats when his family eats. (His bowl is in the kitchen and has food at all times – but he waits until they eat.) I was visiting and sat down at the kitchen counter where they take their meals, and he eyed me for a few minutes to see if I’d stay there… then went to his bowl and started chowing down.
That dog is the smartest dog I ever met. He obviously understands conversations. And funny, too. Huge, affectionate, did I mention huge? My cousin got him to stop trying to climb onto my lap by telling him I was going to clean his ears, at which point he ran to his crate in the other room.
My (long gone) dog also used to do that. And he was an outside dog. But in the summer when the windows were open, and he could hear us clearly he would wait for us to be eating to eat his food.
He could also say “out”. He didn’t really like to be inside too much. He’d come in and check everything out and then he’d get bored and walk to the door and do a big yawn type thing with a noise that sounded exactly like he was saying “out”.
we need an open thread buddy… I just heard that bin Laden released a tape calling for a truce with the US & something about rebuilding Afghanistan and Iraq and would like to tell people abt it without writing a two line diary… 🙂
Oh, he also said more attacks in the US if the truce wasn’t accepted… at least that’s what I heard, we need to see the al-jazeera video.
Time to stop being such a spud and get out and do stuff today — bed is actually made before noon (Pacific time), and just waiting for spouse to get out of the shower so I can get in.
Today’s plans include a couple of computer store visits to price printers — our printer died and I’m hoping to find a good inexpensive laser printer to replace it. 🙂 Also going to look at a few clothing stores for something dressy to take on our summer Alaska cruise; if all else fails, there’s the Internet — already have some good sites bookmarked.
We bought one of those $150 laser printers to replace an ancient HP 4m/m (12 yrs)…and it took forever to print anything. It didn’t have upgradeable memory and was hideously slow on documents where each page was unique. Printing 20 pages of the same page it was fine.
Gave up and bought a reasonably expensive laser from HP thinking it will probably last the same 10-12 years.
Actually I would have watched Angel regularly — but I could never figure out where or when it was on. It seemed like they were always moving it. Once they put it on in reruns at 11:00 on Saturday night — I’m there.
Oh the GREEN GUY — now I know what you’re talking about. (Since I didn’t watch Angel regularly I don’t know character names unless they came from Buffy).
I thought you were off on your tryst with Dunkie? Or have you become the billboard queen of Kansas/Missouri already? (Were you even around for THAT discussion?)
If Dunkie was in Manhattan, Ks. today I somehow missed him. Damn. Mysteriously, I didn’t see myself on any billboards, either. You may have been on some of them, but how would I know? Heck, for that matter, you could have been in Manhattan with Dunkie, and how would I know that, either?
The things I don’t know would fill a lot of books, which, if I only knew those things, I could write.
I have the bumper-sticker on my briefcase. I notice people checking it out on the train. I have recently been asked twice (last night + this morning), what Frog-March means. Is this expresion poorly understood?
Obviously, I explained and in both cases got big grins back (both had a ‘professional’ look – one was a woman in her 50s, the other a man in his 60s). The latter promised to visit the site this morning 🙂
FROGMARCHverb [mid-19th century and still in use] to carry someone face down, one person holding onto each limb; used on drunks or recalcitrant prisoners.
And:
Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang
FROG-MARCHverb [shift and alteration of “frog’s march” (not recorded in U.S.), as in 1871, 1873 quotations] Especially `police.’ to carry (a resisting person) face downward by the arms and legs; (hence now solely) to propel (a resisting person) forward, as by seizing his collar and the seat of his trousers or by pinioning his arms behind his back.
[1871 in OED: “They did not give the defendant the frog’s march.”]
1873 `Slang Dictionary’ by Hotten: “Frog’s March,” the manner in which four or more policemen carry a drunken or turbulent man to the station-house. The victim is held face downwards, one constable being at each shoulder, while the others hold on above the knees. Often…another…officer… beats time…on the recalcitrant hero’s posteriors.]
1969 in OEDS: “He. . . took me by the collar and the seat of my pants and frogmarched me the length of the café.”
1992 Newsday (CNN-TV) (Dec. 9): “Tightly bound and frogmarched away.”
Thanks Sally,
As you know, I am a foreigner, but sort of intuitively understood the expression when first seeing it here last March. But I also thought it was pretty well known in general – my experience the last couple of days suggests otherwise.
Not sure that I would say you were a foreigner – just from another part of this beautiful planet we call home!
Being from the west – specifically California – I can go to Georgia or South Carolina and be just as much of a foreigner! Geez I can go visit Utah and my relatives and I’m foreign to most of them too!
And then languages – I’m 2 generations out of date on slang! I’d probably just stand there clueless if a teenager tried to explain something to me in their terms!
Out of there! Out of there! Send the word, send the word: out of there.
Cause the Dems are com-ing, the Dems are com-ing,
The drums rum-tum-ming ev’-ry where.
So pre-pare, say a prayer, send the word, send the word to be-ware.
Yes it’s o-ver, it’s really o-ver,
And we will. not. rest. ’til they’re frog-marched out of there!
Oh we’ll frog march
them out of there
Oh we’ll frog march
them out of there
Oh how I want to be front and center
When they’re frog marched
out of there
I had another puppy going down on me this morning very similar to the one I lost day before yesterday. Three others about to head down the same road. Puppy in really bad shape was hypoglycemic from being kicked off the breast constantly, had a seizure when I was giving her milk replacement when I called for help. Gave her a few drops of corn syrup on the tongue and she perked up. Took the four big fat howling whiners and cornered them and let the four kind, sharing, caring siblings nurse at their leisure finally. I call the big fat nasty four the Republicans and the other four are the Progressives. I have never had a litter full of such bullies before. This ought to be really interesting! We have disciplined feedings already at four days old! I wonder what laws they’ll grow up to break and whose House they’ll attempt to take over?
I expect those four Progressives though to come out swinging. We had one go through this last litter and he turned out to be a really great dog, in fact I think you commented on him because it was Lucas (the one who looked so smart…because of course he was a progressive!) I’ll be giving them vitamins! How can any Republican really tell me they don’t believe in Darwin when I always find a Republican foot in my eye when I’m trying to eat?
Oh great! So the progressives have to be little undernourished wimps that require hand-feeding and extra protection?? Hmmm . . . given your personality, which is , uh, (how to say this tactfully?) one which we all admire for your lack of coddling-neediness/ resistance to being pushed away from necessary nourishment, etc. . . .
Just which group are you in?
Oh, I know what the problem is! You have DOGS.
We have an entire litter of felines, who are warm, fuzzy, gentle, kind, loyal, progressive kitties. And not one of them ever ever allowed any other sibling to push them out of getting their fair share at feeding/lap sitting/mooching time.
MT, you are simply messing around with the wrong species!
So, I ran out at lunch today to take my replacement ipod back to apple because it didn’t work either (I had just picked up one with a replacement battery last night). A familiar-looking guy was walking into the store at the same time I did, and I could tell he thought I looked familiar too…turns out it was someone I hadn’t seen in 20 years! The last time I saw him was when I caught I ride home from a Dead show in Richmond VA with him.
I spent my young adult life in Wyoming. Call it sheltered or just plain redneck. I didn’t meet a
Dead Head or even know what one was until I finally got to go to Manhattan and stayed in a posh hotel. The next morning I found all these “Dead Heads” asleep on this huge round sitting sofa in front of the elevators. They had snuck onto the elevator and all found a nice soft upholstered place to sleep for free. They had dreadlocks and I had never seen those before either, I had always been taught that that was a “rat” and they had a whole head full of em. They were very interesting.
I’m so sorry…I wish I had pictures from when my (guy) friends and I would sneak up behind the skirt-wearing male butterheads and lift their skirts up…we called it “Olympic Butterhead Skirt Lifting”. It was hysterical. (And no, they don’t wear boxers or briefs. Ever.)
Now I’m just a boring old suburbanite lacrosse mom.
It’s kind of depressing to think how few alterations need to be made.
1….2…. 1, 2, 3, 4
[Instrumental]
Poor folks driven out, bus’ness moving in. –Why?
Be-cause of the color of their skin.
Run! Run! Run!– but you sure can’t hide.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Vote free trade and you’ll have it made!
Rap o-o-o-o-on, brother, rap on.
Wellllllll,
The last person talking about love thy brother is the preacher.
And it seems
Everybody wants the preacher– to be the teacher.
Corporation, nomination, deportation, d’moc’rt’zation,
False invasion, humiliation, obligation to our nation.
Ball of confusio-o-o-o-o-on.
That’s what the world is today. Woo, hey, hey.
Credit card bills are at an all time high.
Government can’t do nothin’ right ‘cept follow us and spy.
Cities awash in the summertime.
‘n o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h
And the beat goes on.
Evolution, revolution, border patrol, Saddam in hole,
Going back to the moon, kids growing up too soon.
Politicians say less taxes will solve everything.
And the band played on.
So-o-o-o-o-o-o–
Round and around and around we go.
Where the world’s headed–say–nobody knows.
[Instrumental]
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!
Great GoogaMooga, can’t you hear me talking to you?
Just a ball of confusio-o-o-o-o-on.
(Oh yeah)
That’s what the world is today. Woo, hey, hey.
Fear in the air, tension everywhere.
Bankruptcy rising fast, people can’t afford their gas.
And you ain’t even safe from fraud–on an Indian reservation.
And the band played on.
Fake erections, insurrection, corp’rate lies, warming skies,
Cheap clothes in demand, population out of hand,
Outsourcing, more and more, rich folks moving to the shore.
People all over the world are shouting, ‘End the war.’
And the band played on.
[Instrumental]
Great GoogaMooga, can’t you hear me talking to you?
It’s a ball of confusio-o-o-o-o-on.
That’s what the world is today, hey, hey.
Well let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya.
Sayin’… ball of confusio-o-o-o-o-on.
That’s what the world is today, hey, hey.
Sayin’… ball of confusio-o-o-o-o-on.
I was going to post a comment on Booman’s latest front pager – but it doesn’t give me an option to post comments? What’s that all about?
If we do not begin to talk about the conflict in the Middle East on different terms than the President, we will not be able to advance an alternative policy.
I completely agree with him and it’s a great analysis.
NDD — I haven’t seen you in a few days! During that time I’ve been racking my brain to think of yet another thing I can say to you that is (perhaps) offensive. Let’s see — I’ve already had you in a dress in SOUTH Dakota — how much worse can I get?
hey, it’s too early in the day to be gittin’ me riled, young lady!!!
[And besides MS NDD is off work, and may sneak up behind me at any moment.]
So ya better behave yourself… that goes for the rest of your fellow looney tunes who may be lurking in the pigweeds… or the cattails… as the case may be.
. Cross posted at my blogspot – but thought you all might notice if I’m gone for a few days to a week
I am going to take a hiatus from regular blogging for a few days – even the fun stuff. There is something right now within me that needs a few days off. There may be visits to my friends blogs and to Village Blue and Matters of Spirit. My soul is seeking nourishment from somewhere and I will spend some time this weekend among the hills and streams near my home. If I do not post know that I am seeing each of you in my heart and wrapping you in the serenity of the forest and hills.
Be well, SallyCat…or be whatever you need to be, or just be. If you need anything I can help with, please email me, and if not, I will look forward to your return.
Karaoke. I don’t like having to do this, but you people have to learn, so today I will be performing a song widely acclaimed as one of the worst ever written:
I’ve been alive forever, and I wrote the very first song
I put the words and the melodies together
I am music and I write the songs
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
My home lies deep within you
And I’ve got my own place in your soul
Now, when I look out through your eyes
I’m young again, even though I’m very old
Oh my music makes you dance
And gives you spirit to take a chance
And I wrote some rock ‘n’ roll so you can move
Music fills your heart
Well, that’s a real fine place to start
It’s from me it’s for you
It’s from you, it’s for me
It’s a worldwide symphony
I stand in awe of your will-power. Assuming, of course, that it isn’t a monumental work of fiction.
There is what one is allowed, and then, there is what one actually eats. Men are not to be trusted where cupcakes are concerned.
In the internet, yes, even in this most trusting of blogponds, nobility of will power is awesome.
But I have been burned before by this exact allowance. Having once found my husband consuming two completely verboten chocolate cupcakes in the basement of the student union, while verbally being a model of adherence to said diabetic diet, I retain my skepticism.
Especially from the likes of Barry Manilow. Or his imitator.
One, that you know I am not Barry Manilow because the man you were spying on in the Burger Doodle parking lot looked more like Osama bin Laden’s great grandpa.
Two, you spy on people in the Burger Doodle parking lot.
I confess. I have sinned. But I have a very good excuse. When I went to see the shaman yesterday, they foolishly forgot to put the DEA number on the prescription for my super duper narcotics. It is a long story, and involves some long trips, and it is a day that a certain pert young front desk miss named Tiffanee will never forget, and it is probably she who told you where to find me, right after she communicated the same message to CNN and the NSA.
When I was allegedly in the Burger Doodle parking lot, I have 300 young adults who can swear that I was, in fact, being observed by them.
Oh, and that old guy who resembled OBL, that’s my husband. He’s needed a haircut and beard trim for quite a while, but he finds it useful for hiding off-diet consummables.
I’m Home!!! I finally finished making up the time I spent visiting with Howard Dean on Tuesday. And, yes I’m exhausted. So, while I am here now, don’t be surprised if I disappear for an extended nap!
I don’t know if you are in the picture (can’t remember what you look like), but it is ttgaris’s diary On the Road With Governor Dean, (still up on DK) and it has photos of Dean speaking to some Democracy Bond holders, and Tagaris says:
“It was at that event that I had an opportunity to meet ETinKC, a Daily Kos user and Katie, whose userID painfully escapes me at this time. “
Sorry I’m not fast at making links, my hands aren’t working very well today, or I’d put in a link.
Yes, I was irritated, and nearly posted your blog name on his diary – and then I thought, “how do I know it was our katiebird? And who am I to do such a thing? But I was certain it had to be you!
(Thanks for the link – I am so frustrated to be such a slow brain at html, so many here are great at what takes me painful minutes to figure out.)
This is an uhosted cafe. BYOH!Come on in!
Good morning! I have to leave town for a meeting, so it’s Be Your Own Host Day at the Froggy Bottom Cafe. Here’s what you need to know:
You are beautiful and everybody loves you.
Wait. Okay, that’s true, but also. . .
Newcomers welcome! Please tell us about yourself.
Recommend this cafe; unrecommend the aged one.
I’ll be back later to check on the microphone.
oh so pretty!
I feel pretty and witty and…
What’s the name of that movie where Jack Nicholson sing s that with Adam Sandler? Anger Management?
I should get to work…
The Blue Dot will be watching and taking names if necessary.
In the early days of exploring her powers, the Blue Dot was a little uncertain about how omnipresence worked. She thought it meant that people should be wherever She wanted them to be which led to things like looking for kansas in highly unlikely locations.
The Blue Dot at Observation Point in Zion National Park
You can’t see me there? Waving from across the canyon?
Must go get ready to drive, she said.
Going off to grab some breakfast at the cafeteria (which is really good!) and then work…
No singing with my mouth full – or with anyone around! You would all leave the country if I sang around anyone!
Breakfast time!
I’ll drop in and out when I get a few minutes today!
Our one-eyed toto playing kitty-cat-and-mouse with his ball so that he can experience a successful hunt before the meal. Also, he wakes up the whole house yawning louder ‘n a siamese cat in heat.
Puget4 however is a skilled and determined sleeper. It’ll be a while yet before she’s along.
Pets at meal time are always fun to watch. I like the idea of Toto ‘hunting’ before meals – that sounds really sweet!
Lucky Puget4 to sleep so soundly – I’m jealous! Even on weekends and vacation my body or brain gets me up!
Our cat sounds like he has been starved for weeks…well he thinks so! Although when we have mice at the cabin he is an excellent hunter. Genetic memory is alive and well even in house pets. Although I wish he would take them outside to crunch them and not leave parts around!
A cousin of mine owns a HUGE labrador who only eats when his family eats. (His bowl is in the kitchen and has food at all times – but he waits until they eat.) I was visiting and sat down at the kitchen counter where they take their meals, and he eyed me for a few minutes to see if I’d stay there… then went to his bowl and started chowing down.
That dog is the smartest dog I ever met. He obviously understands conversations. And funny, too. Huge, affectionate, did I mention huge? My cousin got him to stop trying to climb onto my lap by telling him I was going to clean his ears, at which point he ran to his crate in the other room.
Dogs are awesome.
My (long gone) dog also used to do that. And he was an outside dog. But in the summer when the windows were open, and he could hear us clearly he would wait for us to be eating to eat his food.
He could also say “out”. He didn’t really like to be inside too much. He’d come in and check everything out and then he’d get bored and walk to the door and do a big yawn type thing with a noise that sounded exactly like he was saying “out”.
My cat Andy could say “out,” too. And “milk.”
I’m disappointed that there was no Thursday Dog (and other Critter) blogging today. I mix my dog fix.
compete with Luna but they want you to know that they are trying really, really hard — really.
Tell them for us, “You da dog!”
I had to leave and missed this — but I didn’t want the doggies to think I didn’t appreciate them. Thanks!
we need an open thread buddy… I just heard that bin Laden released a tape calling for a truce with the US & something about rebuilding Afghanistan and Iraq and would like to tell people abt it without writing a two line diary… 🙂
Oh, he also said more attacks in the US if the truce wasn’t accepted… at least that’s what I heard, we need to see the al-jazeera video.
YO Spidey! I heard that too…
Put it in rba’s News Hole diary, too…
Time to stop being such a spud and get out and do stuff today — bed is actually made before noon (Pacific time), and just waiting for spouse to get out of the shower so I can get in.
Today’s plans include a couple of computer store visits to price printers — our printer died and I’m hoping to find a good inexpensive laser printer to replace it. 🙂 Also going to look at a few clothing stores for something dressy to take on our summer Alaska cruise; if all else fails, there’s the Internet — already have some good sites bookmarked.
Hope everyone has a great day… 🙂
We bought one of those $150 laser printers to replace an ancient HP 4m/m (12 yrs)…and it took forever to print anything. It didn’t have upgradeable memory and was hideously slow on documents where each page was unique. Printing 20 pages of the same page it was fine.
Gave up and bought a reasonably expensive laser from HP thinking it will probably last the same 10-12 years.
< throat clearing > < singing > “Feelings …” Ah, karaoke!!!
ahem, ahem
(takes drink of water)
Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in the air.
Where are the Clowns?
Lorne* were here to read you two.
* If you are going WTF, you have my sympathy for not watching Angel.
Big Buffy fan. Only watched Angel a few times. So WTF?
Normally, I’d let people who didn’t watch a Whedon show pay for their sins but since it’s you and you love Bad Willow, here’s WTF.
Actually I would have watched Angel regularly — but I could never figure out where or when it was on. It seemed like they were always moving it. Once they put it on in reruns at 11:00 on Saturday night — I’m there.
Oh the GREEN GUY — now I know what you’re talking about. (Since I didn’t watch Angel regularly I don’t know character names unless they came from Buffy).
Dear Lorne!
I thought you were off on your tryst with Dunkie? Or have you become the billboard queen of Kansas/Missouri already? (Were you even around for THAT discussion?)
If Dunkie was in Manhattan, Ks. today I somehow missed him. Damn. Mysteriously, I didn’t see myself on any billboards, either. You may have been on some of them, but how would I know? Heck, for that matter, you could have been in Manhattan with Dunkie, and how would I know that, either?
The things I don’t know would fill a lot of books, which, if I only knew those things, I could write.
Off to read news now. Back in a flash.
The clowns are over at freerepublic.
I don’t know about you, but my karaoke skills always improve if I drink Beer (not water) but its a little early …
In fact I’ve never done karaoke in the morning before.
Sometimes other skills improve as well. 😉
In DC of course.
Peace
Bingo
Quiet Down in there! <banging on wall> Can’t sleep in w/ all the ruckus.
Here’s the Foothills weather-cam today:
28°F, 70% COP, 3-6″ sno.
Finally finished up project late last pm and once again self un-employed…ah, the joys of independence…now where’s the cash?
Peace
Brr! I can’t see the foothills because of the weather, but I figured that’s what they looked like.
A question;
I have the bumper-sticker on my briefcase. I notice people checking it out on the train. I have recently been asked twice (last night + this morning), what Frog-March means. Is this expresion poorly understood?
Obviously, I explained and in both cases got big grins back (both had a ‘professional’ look – one was a woman in her 50s, the other a man in his 60s). The latter promised to visit the site this morning 🙂
FROGMARCH verb [mid-19th century and still in use] to carry someone face down, one person holding onto each limb; used on drunks or recalcitrant prisoners.
And:
Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang
FROG-MARCH verb [shift and alteration of “frog’s march” (not recorded in U.S.), as in 1871, 1873 quotations] Especially `police.’ to carry (a resisting person) face downward by the arms and legs; (hence now solely) to propel (a resisting person) forward, as by seizing his collar and the seat of his trousers or by pinioning his arms behind his back.
[1871 in OED: “They did not give the defendant the frog’s march.”]
1873 `Slang Dictionary’ by Hotten: “Frog’s March,” the manner in which four or more policemen carry a drunken or turbulent man to the station-house. The victim is held face downwards, one constable being at each shoulder, while the others hold on above the knees. Often…another…officer… beats time…on the recalcitrant hero’s posteriors.]
1969 in OEDS: “He. . . took me by the collar and the seat of my pants and frogmarched me the length of the café.”
1992 Newsday (CNN-TV) (Dec. 9): “Tightly bound and frogmarched away.”
Hope this helps….
Thanks Sally,
As you know, I am a foreigner, but sort of intuitively understood the expression when first seeing it here last March. But I also thought it was pretty well known in general – my experience the last couple of days suggests otherwise.
Not sure that I would say you were a foreigner – just from another part of this beautiful planet we call home!
Being from the west – specifically California – I can go to Georgia or South Carolina and be just as much of a foreigner! Geez I can go visit Utah and my relatives and I’m foreign to most of them too!
And then languages – I’m 2 generations out of date on slang! I’d probably just stand there clueless if a teenager tried to explain something to me in their terms!
So true.
I hope we all aspire to become global citizens.
“Over There”
by George M. Cohan
Copyright © 1917 by Leo. Feist, Inc., New York
Mercilessly adapted by Gooserock.
Out of there! Out of there! Send the word, send the word: out of there.
Cause the Dems are com-ing, the Dems are com-ing,
The drums rum-tum-ming ev’-ry where.
So pre-pare, say a prayer, send the word, send the word to be-ware.
Yes it’s o-ver, it’s really o-ver,
And we will. not. rest. ’til they’re frog-marched out of there!
(to the tune of
When the Saints Go Marching In)
Oh we’ll frog march
them out of there
Oh we’ll frog march
them out of there
Oh how I want to be front and center
When they’re frog marched
out of there
I had another puppy going down on me this morning very similar to the one I lost day before yesterday. Three others about to head down the same road. Puppy in really bad shape was hypoglycemic from being kicked off the breast constantly, had a seizure when I was giving her milk replacement when I called for help. Gave her a few drops of corn syrup on the tongue and she perked up. Took the four big fat howling whiners and cornered them and let the four kind, sharing, caring siblings nurse at their leisure finally. I call the big fat nasty four the Republicans and the other four are the Progressives. I have never had a litter full of such bullies before. This ought to be really interesting! We have disciplined feedings already at four days old! I wonder what laws they’ll grow up to break and whose House they’ll attempt to take over?
Should be really interesting in a couple of weeks, when they get old enough to really be bullies, huh?
I expect those four Progressives though to come out swinging. We had one go through this last litter and he turned out to be a really great dog, in fact I think you commented on him because it was Lucas (the one who looked so smart…because of course he was a progressive!) I’ll be giving them vitamins! How can any Republican really tell me they don’t believe in Darwin when I always find a Republican foot in my eye when I’m trying to eat?
awwww — republicans are always so cute when they’re young. Then they grow up.
Hey, Keres hasn’t put up her Thursday dog blogging diary? When she does you need to post lots of puppy pictures.
Oh great! So the progressives have to be little undernourished wimps that require hand-feeding and extra protection?? Hmmm . . . given your personality, which is , uh, (how to say this tactfully?) one which we all admire for your lack of coddling-neediness/ resistance to being pushed away from necessary nourishment, etc. . . .
Just which group are you in?
Oh, I know what the problem is! You have DOGS.
We have an entire litter of felines, who are warm, fuzzy, gentle, kind, loyal, progressive kitties. And not one of them ever ever allowed any other sibling to push them out of getting their fair share at feeding/lap sitting/mooching time.
MT, you are simply messing around with the wrong species!
So, I ran out at lunch today to take my replacement ipod back to apple because it didn’t work either (I had just picked up one with a replacement battery last night). A familiar-looking guy was walking into the store at the same time I did, and I could tell he thought I looked familiar too…turns out it was someone I hadn’t seen in 20 years! The last time I saw him was when I caught I ride home from a Dead show in Richmond VA with him.
Weird.
What a hoot you are Cabingirl!
You mean you couldn’t tell?
I spent my young adult life in Wyoming. Call it sheltered or just plain redneck. I didn’t meet a
Dead Head or even know what one was until I finally got to go to Manhattan and stayed in a posh hotel. The next morning I found all these “Dead Heads” asleep on this huge round sitting sofa in front of the elevators. They had snuck onto the elevator and all found a nice soft upholstered place to sleep for free. They had dreadlocks and I had never seen those before either, I had always been taught that that was a “rat” and they had a whole head full of em. They were very interesting.
I wasn’t that sort of Dead Head…
A Dead Head who brushed?
Um, I not only brushed, but bathed, and had money (and good beer) when I was on tour, thank you very much.
Not one of those butterhead spinner kind…you know, where you put them out in the sun, and their brains melt?
About 8 miles from Dick Cheney when he owned The Polo Ranch in Big Horn Wyoming. What a fucking asshole!
I’m so sorry…I wish I had pictures from when my (guy) friends and I would sneak up behind the skirt-wearing male butterheads and lift their skirts up…we called it “Olympic Butterhead Skirt Lifting”. It was hysterical. (And no, they don’t wear boxers or briefs. Ever.)
Now I’m just a boring old suburbanite lacrosse mom.
It’s kind of depressing to think how few alterations need to be made.
[Instrumental]
Poor folks driven out, bus’ness moving in. –Why?
Be-cause of the color of their skin.
Run! Run! Run!– but you sure can’t hide.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Vote free trade and you’ll have it made!
Rap o-o-o-o-on, brother, rap on.
Wellllllll,
The last person talking about love thy brother is the preacher.
And it seems
Everybody wants the preacher– to be the teacher.
Corporation, nomination, deportation, d’moc’rt’zation,
False invasion, humiliation, obligation to our nation.
Ball of confusio-o-o-o-o-on.
That’s what the world is today. Woo, hey, hey.
Credit card bills are at an all time high.
Government can’t do nothin’ right ‘cept follow us and spy.
Cities awash in the summertime.
‘n o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h
And the beat goes on.
Evolution, revolution, border patrol, Saddam in hole,
Going back to the moon, kids growing up too soon.
Politicians say less taxes will solve everything.
And the band played on.
So-o-o-o-o-o-o–
Round and around and around we go.
Where the world’s headed–say–nobody knows.
[Instrumental]
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!
Great GoogaMooga, can’t you hear me talking to you?
Just a ball of confusio-o-o-o-o-on.
(Oh yeah)
That’s what the world is today. Woo, hey, hey.
Fear in the air, tension everywhere.
Bankruptcy rising fast, people can’t afford their gas.
And you ain’t even safe from fraud–on an Indian reservation.
And the band played on.
Fake erections, insurrection, corp’rate lies, warming skies,
Cheap clothes in demand, population out of hand,
Outsourcing, more and more, rich folks moving to the shore.
People all over the world are shouting, ‘End the war.’
And the band played on.
[Instrumental]
Great GoogaMooga, can’t you hear me talking to you?
It’s a ball of confusio-o-o-o-o-on.
That’s what the world is today, hey, hey.
Well let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya.
Sayin’… ball of confusio-o-o-o-o-on.
That’s what the world is today, hey, hey.
Sayin’… ball of confusio-o-o-o-o-on.
I was going to post a comment on Booman’s latest front pager – but it doesn’t give me an option to post comments? What’s that all about?
I completely agree with him and it’s a great analysis.
It’s fixed now. See first comment by booman.
NDD — I haven’t seen you in a few days! During that time I’ve been racking my brain to think of yet another thing I can say to you that is (perhaps) offensive. Let’s see — I’ve already had you in a dress in SOUTH Dakota — how much worse can I get?
Well, I didn’t actually “have” you …
forgive?
hey, it’s too early in the day to be gittin’ me riled, young lady!!!
[And besides MS NDD is off work, and may sneak up behind me at any moment.]
So ya better behave yourself… that goes for the rest of your fellow looney tunes who may be lurking in the pigweeds… or the cattails… as the case may be.
my ‘dress remains in ND, ha!!!
Yes, of course! (‘Long as you promise to be “good” from now on!)
absolutely, and I hope you brought that dress to your ‘dress in ND for Mrs. NDD — she’d look much better in it than you.
which one was I wearing that night we met in Deadwood?
hiding out are ya?
Well, see you here then, when I start my new career!
wow, Mrs. NDD is putting you out to stud. What an understanding woman.
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Cross posted at my blogspot – but thought you all might notice if I’m gone for a few days to a week
I am going to take a hiatus from regular blogging for a few days – even the fun stuff. There is something right now within me that needs a few days off. There may be visits to my friends blogs and to Village Blue and Matters of Spirit. My soul is seeking nourishment from somewhere and I will spend some time this weekend among the hills and streams near my home. If I do not post know that I am seeing each of you in my heart and wrapping you in the serenity of the forest and hills.
– – –
Blessed Be
Enjoy the time off — but take your camera 😉
Thanks Andi
I’ll do my best to try to think about pics!
Be well, SallyCat…or be whatever you need to be, or just be. If you need anything I can help with, please email me, and if not, I will look forward to your return.
Thank you for the support, it is very much appreciated.
I’ve just been restless in my soul since Solstice – or earlier…just need to find a little grounding among nature’s gifts.
Karaoke. I don’t like having to do this, but you people have to learn, so today I will be performing a song widely acclaimed as one of the worst ever written:
::claps hands, stomps feet, throws tomatoes::
Tough love.
So! Revealed at last: Ductape is really Barry Manilow!
with ripe fruit, but on this occasion, we see KidSpeak pelted BY the singer with the following cupcakes.
Those look DELICIOUS! WANT THEM! I have a weakness for cupcakes.
I’m picking them up as fast as I can before my husband sees them and starts eating them.
(Ahem, Barry, er, Ductape, are these allowed on your diet?? If you are throwing away this many, how many did you make in the first place???)
And green icing? Are you trying aversion therapy by tinting your food colors Not Found in Nature in sweet things??
I thoughtfully reserved it for myself before commencing pelting activities.
It is the chocolate one.
I stand in awe of your will-power. Assuming, of course, that it isn’t a monumental work of fiction.
There is what one is allowed, and then, there is what one actually eats. Men are not to be trusted where cupcakes are concerned.
In the internet, yes, even in this most trusting of blogponds, nobility of will power is awesome.
But I have been burned before by this exact allowance. Having once found my husband consuming two completely verboten chocolate cupcakes in the basement of the student union, while verbally being a model of adherence to said diabetic diet, I retain my skepticism.
Especially from the likes of Barry Manilow. Or his imitator.
One, that you know I am not Barry Manilow because the man you were spying on in the Burger Doodle parking lot looked more like Osama bin Laden’s great grandpa.
Two, you spy on people in the Burger Doodle parking lot.
I confess. I have sinned. But I have a very good excuse. When I went to see the shaman yesterday, they foolishly forgot to put the DEA number on the prescription for my super duper narcotics. It is a long story, and involves some long trips, and it is a day that a certain pert young front desk miss named Tiffanee will never forget, and it is probably she who told you where to find me, right after she communicated the same message to CNN and the NSA.
When I was allegedly in the Burger Doodle parking lot, I have 300 young adults who can swear that I was, in fact, being observed by them.
Oh, and that old guy who resembled OBL, that’s my husband. He’s needed a haircut and beard trim for quite a while, but he finds it useful for hiding off-diet consummables.
I’m Home!!! I finally finished making up the time I spent visiting with Howard Dean on Tuesday. And, yes I’m exhausted. So, while I am here now, don’t be surprised if I disappear for an extended nap!
Hi!!
at least one comment before you go take that nap — just for right now (unless I’m already too late).
ok.
(snore)
That was you in the pictures posted with the story on DKos, wasn’t it? The Katie whose name the writer couldn’t remember??
(my husband heard me say “had to be you” out loud, and so. . .in honor of Howard)
It had to be you. . .
we wandered around, and finally found
The somebody who
Would tell us what’s true,
Would that Dean were able to make the Dems reponse to this administration, on almost any topic. . .
I missed that, there was a diary with a picture of me with Dean?
I don’t know if you are in the picture (can’t remember what you look like), but it is ttgaris’s diary On the Road With Governor Dean, (still up on DK) and it has photos of Dean speaking to some Democracy Bond holders, and Tagaris says:
“It was at that event that I had an opportunity to meet ETinKC, a Daily Kos user and Katie, whose userID painfully escapes me at this time. “
Sorry I’m not fast at making links, my hands aren’t working very well today, or I’d put in a link.
Yep — me in the green dress watching Dean while he speaks. And yes, I am the painfully forgotten Katie. How sad, my chance to be famous, but I was forgotten!
Yes, I was irritated, and nearly posted your blog name on his diary – and then I thought, “how do I know it was our katiebird? And who am I to do such a thing? But I was certain it had to be you!
(Thanks for the link – I am so frustrated to be such a slow brain at html, so many here are great at what takes me painful minutes to figure out.)