The Afternoon Cafe Is Open!
Are you ready for the weekend?
Is it time for happy hour yet?
Better get those random 10s ready for happy hour…I’m hoping my new Gnarls Barkley CD comes up in my list!
Kindly recommend this cafe and
unrecommend the previous one.
What’s everyone doing this weekend? We have lacrosse, lawn mowing, and eating the rest of the chocolate cake on our agenda so far…
I think I’ll found a country this afternoon. How about one where everybody who is eligible to vote gets to, and nobody tries to stop them, and every vote is counted and then honestly reported?
Who’s in??!!
Or, maybe I will eat lunch, rewrite a chapter, and then mow my lawn.
— no respect for tradition.
Snort! I think we should place the capitol of our new country on your property, just cause it’s so purty. You won’t mind, right? You being so accustomed to being surrounded by people all the time, and all?
I’ll bring the cake…
That’s a Capitol idea, CG. If it’s a DLC cake, you’d better make it vanilla. . .
My bad.
loaded with empty calories — but the decorations are oh so pretty.
Flies…Votes….votes….flies…?????
I’ll have to get back to you…time for lunch.
Peace
Hoist on his own petard? Or caught on the horns of a dilemma?
Too funny, dada.
I’m off to lunch, too.
Start as many countries as you like. 🙂
Me, I think I’ll start a country where I’m rich and healthy in addition to good lookin’, and everybody else is better off than I am.
lol! That’s a most generous idea for a country, Omir. Let’s go one further and say that in this country of the healthy, wealthy, good looking, and wise, everybody is so solicitous of each other’s rights and feelings that there’s no need for elections, since the natural leaders just step right up to do the job and do it superbly.
Yeah, unfortunately Mrs. Busey was right back in tenth grade. Conflict is what drives stories, and it sounds to me like the only conflict here is who can do a better job of serving each other’s needs. But wouldn’t that be an enviable position to be in?
Indeed. Although it is beginning to sound like a Monty Python sketch.
Well, that could be fun too. Maybe we should create a post of Minister of Chaos for this country. The Ministry would keep things from going too well by introducing random weirdness at unpredictable intervals. Kind of like those enrichment activities they use at the zoo to keep the animals from being bored by having the same habitat and the same routine, day after day after day.
Then again, just encourage having children. That should introduce plenty of randomness into the equation, if the ones I’m around are any indication.
I love this, and it suggests a new bumper sticker: Commit Random Acts of Weirdness. Of course, that does kind of describe this administration. Maybe not that kind of weirdness.
Will you name your new nation “Kansas?” ‘Coz that might cause some confusion.
Hey, Bro, long time no see thee, or thee me!
Heavens no, I’d never name my country after myself. That would be just too Republican. Let’s name it Frog. Free Republic of Gab. We wouldn’t be Freepers (the horror!), we’d be Froggers.
Froggers,eh? I propose this be our flag:
“A batrachian or and vert, couchant upon a log mid-stream.”
What do you propose for the national anthem? I can’t remember the music from the game, so I’m just going to have to remove my hat, place it over my heart, and laugh.
How about this?
Hey there again CG, Andi, Kansas, dada…
What’s on my agenda for this weekend? Knowing me, what would be your top three guesses? (First 2 don’t count, lol.)
I do hope to get around to watching some movies I bought last weekend and first on my list is The Constant Gardener … which gives a not so subtle hint as to what else I’ll be up to… except for having my morning coffee with the froggy type persons in the weekend cafe…
Well, that’s too easy…
Hi CabinGirl, Andi, Kansas, dada, IVG…. We’re owl watching in our back yard. They have two babies, but I haven’t been able to get a picture of them yet. These are of mom and dad owl this morning. Hope you can see them this way – I can’t get the thumbs to post.
I can see the owls fine.. and that’s really great you have them in your yard… we’ve started to hear more owls lately in our neighborhood, and are glad they’re there. Wish they’d take up residence in our big old maple, because I know we’d have far fewer problems with rabbits and squirrels if they were there and staying!
Enjoy them… you’re lucky to have them.
I just checked on the owl family and lunch is being served. Today’s entree is fillet of squirrel. Their eating habits are a bit brutal.
We get owls around the house all the time but we’ve never had any nesting, let alone with babies. Have fun watching them.
Wow! I’m looking forward to the baby pictues too.
I just tried to get one of the babies, but no luck. Guess its time to start nagging Mrs. Dem for a long lens for the Nikon.
That is too cool! You know, they might be aliens, though. It’s said that aliens often come disguised as owls. Are you missing any time. . . ?
I keep my tin foil hat close by, although usually for other reasons…
Me, too. Tin hats are hell in the midwest in summer, though, as I know I don’t have to tell you. But somehow, putting on one’s terry cloth hat just doesn’t have the same j’nais se quois.
Our neighborhood — which is basically right in downtown Sacramento — is home to a surprising number of wild things. We have some neighborhood barn owls that make me very happy, and some hawks have been nesting in one of the gigantic old trees on the next block.
(We also get occasional raccoons and the like, but we’re fairly close to the river, so that’s not a shocker. Over the winter, we found a stray chicken, but that’s a whole ‘nuther story…)
Owls are neat.
You found a stray chicken?
Cabingirl, are you missing one?
All I know is her chickens better run for cover because there is a nasty storm rolling in. Lots of thunder.
I think most of that missed me already…we had about 15 minutes of rain and then back to plain old gray skies again.
And I just want everything to dry out so the CBs can cut the grass…it looks like a jungle out there! sigh.
We’re getting hammered down here in the city. It’s a light show.
Are you all aware that Izzy is shoe blogging?
And I have the perfect pair to go with her diary…
(I saw your lovely contribution, btw…)
Ooo, ooo! What a diabolical way to boost traffic! Naturally, being an orange flip-flop fanatic, I couldn’t resist commenting.
I finished your book and it’s really good!
I knew I liked you.
🙂 🙂 🙂
I was getting pissed at you because I wanted to go to bed but I couldn’t stop turning the pages, so I was whining to myself and saying ‘just one more page’ for about 30 pages until I reached a good stopping point.
You can be as mad at me as you like!
Hee hee.
that’d be pretty funny.
What I found particularly amusing about the whole stray chicken thing was how easily it resolved itself. We found it under the freeway overpass a block or two from our house, and I caught her and brought her home with no idea what I was going to do with a damned chicken in downtown (I’m sure keeping it would’ve been against a million city codes, but I didn’t look). But a friend of my roommate’s was over, and she immediately made a couple phone calls and found the chicken a home with a bunch of other happy chickens within an hour.
I felt pretty funny walking downtown carrying an upside-down chicken, let me tell you. Got some good funny looks out of it.
I really, really want some chickens someday. But that would’ve been a bit on the awkward side, right then.
You are a good person! That story makes me go all cluckie inside.
I am not one of those people who can just ignore stray animals. It’s why I keep ending up with cats. I have never yet, even once, said to myself, “I think I will get a cat”. Someday I hope that I’ll get the chance to go to the pound or whatever and actually choose a kitten… but in the meantime, I run a distinct danger anyway of becoming one of those Lesbians With Too Many Cats. Once I touch the little starving homeless kitten, I’m just screwed.
I don’t even like cats all that much. We get along, but mostly in a coexisting, roommate kind of a way.
This is too funny, that you don’t even like them all that much. I’m sure I’m not the first person to suggest they know this. They pick you because they know you’ll feed them and leave them alone.
Tomorrow is National Trails Day, so I’ll be lacing up the Vasques to do some trail-stomping. I would encourage y’all to try to find a good walk to do tomorrow, whether it’s a rails-to-trails, riverwalk, urban heritage trail, or what-have-you.
… to say hello all!
And a flowery good day to you, too, Ms. O.
I love your new photos…what’s FCH mean?
Fact Checking Hell… where poor Olivia’s been exiled to at work this week as she toils away on interminable reports…
ohhh….thank you.
Good luck O!
Hope you’ll be able to revel in the FBL later… me too… we’ll see how the energy holds up for me tonight!
I’m going to work on training my cat to drink coffee and sing the alto part of the “Symbolum Nicenum” from Bach’s Mass in B Minor. We had something of a breakthrough last weekend, so I’m expecting big things for this weekend.
Go ahead, just make us all feel like boring underachievers who never do anything exciting on the weekend…
Funny, I would have expected soprano.
Assuming that all house cats are sopranos is a common mistake, so don’t feel too bad. Indeed, I made a similar blunder when I tried to teach her to sing the soprano part in Bernstein’s Chichester Psalms. Was that ever a disaster! It took her a solid six weeks just to master the Hebrew and then it turned out her voice was just all wrong for the part. It was my father who finally convinced me to switch her to alto. I’m forever grateful to the old guy, because she’s never looked back.
Of course she never looks back! You may be gaining on her with some Wagner in your paws. Run, little kitty, run!
Helplessly smiling.
It’s funny you should mention it, because I was considering trying to tackle the full Ring Cycle for our next project. I’ve pretty much decided against it though. Sixteen hours worth of opera is probably a bit much to ask from a house cat, none of the parts other than maybe Erda really fit her range, and I just don’t know that a cat’s lifespan is really suited to a production of that magnitude.
Well, you know, I would think that lions are superbly suited for the Ring Cycle, but then you’ve still got the life span problem. Not to mention, the way they chow down on extras plays havoc with production costs.
would be elephants.
Oh great, that’s just what we need. A cat so hyped up on caffeine it can ignore us at turbo speed.
You would deny this cat her coffee?
Okay, now I get it. That’s definitely an alto.
(Beautiful, too.)
Thanks. She was bred from the finest pedigrees the alleys of Philadelphia have to offer.
I would not be able to deny that cat anything. “Command me, mistress.”
Can’t compete with IndianaDem on the owls but it was quite nice during my noon walk.
You must feel as George Washington did as he stood on a hill near the Potomac, surveying the marsh where he would build his capitol. . .
I will build it.
Ha! Then we really will have a Froggy Bottom.
Lovely spot, Andi.
Thanks. When it comes to the hills and hollows, I’ve always been much more partial to the hollows. (This hollow runs all the way through our property and down to Happy Hollow Camp.)
I think down here it’s called a ‘holler.’
Sn! Where’ve you been all week?
My internets were down. What did I miss?
but only if you’re a native. We city folks are expected to keep our city ways, regardless of how long we’ve lived here.
maintenance. Don’t hang there often but I sure was today as the election theft story and what to do about it debate was beginning. The last time Militarytracy remembers this happening because she don’t hang much was when South Dakota announced its abortion ban and the site was about to implode about electing pro-life Democrats. Anybody know if this was a “scheduled maintenance”?
who knows? I don’t know why they do it during the day.
I know they did some changes with the ratings system that knocked several hundred people out of TU status. I think now you have to be an active inoffensive member for three months before you get TU. (“Taken Up?” It’s The Rapture for Centrists!) As I understand it, they’re making it harder to get TU status, and giving TU’s a limit of two troll ratings a day to try to cut down on abuse, and I don’t know what else.
So maybe that caused a hitch in their gitalong.
Sigh – and all of us inactive offensive members will be Left Behind. Yay! we get all their stuff!
Am I the only one who did a little dance the day she finally lost her TU over there?
I just didn’t know exactly what day it happened to me. I noticed one day it had fallen away like one of my veils of innocence! Bawahahahahaha!
I’m just an amphibious reptilian little scum sucker, no better and no worse than the next little scum sucker. It’s kind of nice though…..vaguely reminiscent of that one person one vote thing!
One person, one vote. . .hmm, sounds vaguely familiar. . .that’s what unicorns do, right?
how I even got TU status over there since I seldom comment and my comments seldom get rated.
So for the last week I’ve tried to make sure I DON’T comment so it goes away.
all the times you have said anything that anybody could consider distasteful or evil, which is not to say that you lack substance. You just seem to possess a large surplus of tact!
I DID disagree with Armando last week. I was so disappointed that he didn’t troll rate me. I want to be in the club 🙁
You didn’t tell Armando that perhaps he ought to pull his head out of his ass. You didn’t tell him that reading his driveling bullshit was worse than an enema. You didn’t ask him to please say write something with some relevant meaning. You disagreed, it’s all so civilized with you.
I was waiting for him to tell me I was WRONG and then I was going to tell him to pull his head out of his ass 🙂
But <sigh> all he said was that he disagreed with me. Yes, it was so civilized. Damn.
missed you the last couple of days 🙂
How’ve ya been?
I’ve been great and feeling sad and nostalgic with my kid getting ready to graduate from hs. And did I mention old?
Did you just get whacked too?
I got whacked with the old stick a while ago, but certain milestones just magnify the passage of time.
<sigh> I KNOW you just put in there about feeling old to make ME feel old since we’re the same age. Want to have a walker race?
But you don’t have a living, breathing, shaving reminder of just how many years it’s been since you pushed a human being out of your body.
You’d probably beat me in a walker race. Unless of course there was cheesecake at the end, and then watch out!
I feel so, so sorry for you both.
And don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the old fogey’s home that Ben and Colin have picked out for you.
You take all the fun out of grousing about old age.
have picked out my old folks home? I hope it’s nice. I hope both of them come to visit me.
Can I move in tomorrow?
but you’re sharing a room with SN and it’s not available yet — there are some folks trying to get herpes who are still using it.
I guess everyone wants to go out with a bang. Or a boink. Or whatever.
no <sob> I don’t.
So, at the graduation are you going to sob loudly through the whole ceremony and totally embarass him?
I knew you had a talent for complete insincerity.
then you’ll really get an idea how insincere I am 🙂
And I am so looking forward to it. It will be the absolute highlight of my whole year, no, no my whole life.
going for you. Because otherwise I might worry about how disappointed you’re going to be.
Lol! I guess that makes us UU’s. Untrusted Users.
since I didn’t really care if they were down.
giving TU’s a limit of two troll ratings a day is a great idea.
I thought maybe you thought we all knew you well enough by now that all you needed was to post your name and we’d fill in the rest.
You don’t care that they’re down? Gee, how unempathetic of you.
exactly what I’m thinking at all times. And it will be unempathetic most of the time 😉
Especially on a Friday afternoon.
I have a terrible habit of laughing at funerals. It started with my father’s and now I just can’t help it. It’s so bad that I avoid them at all costs. Luckily I’ve been able to mask it as uncontrollable crying, but then people wonder why they never knew I was so close to my brother in law’s mother.
Let me put on my tin-foil cowl here … a very convenient excuse, with very coincidental timing. Though to be blunt my interest in the affairs of orange is purely academic, and usually snarky.
has arrived!