It’s crazy busy here at work … I’ve popped in a few times, but it looks like everyone else has started their w/e early … at least I hope that’s the case. 🙂
I have to go B-day shopping for CBtE shortly. Which would be fun, except the paternal unit got him the present CBtY and I had been planning on getting him all summer. Now we have to come up with a new plan at the last minute…
I guess I should just be happy we found out before the fact.
Today’s fun birthday game with the PU is “what day and time are they getting together?” Last night, he wanted Sunday (the actual birthday); today he wants Saturday, claiming that he always tries to do it that way, rather than the actual birthday. The kids screwed up their faces and said “What is he talking about?”, because they know he’s never done that and strangely enough, they noticed that he had changed his tune from last night.
Of course, I know that it’s because he probably made last minute plans for Sunday, and now he wants to pretend he’s mister thoughtful by not wanting CBtE Sunday. Apparently it hasn’t occurred to him that his strategy would probably work better if he had called the kids more than 3 times all summer (including yesterday).
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Ryan is doing lots better and is back at school trying to get caught up and get around campus hobbling. We got a lawyer and are going to file suit for the accident. Apparently the guy is a student at her college and his nickname is Cokehead Steve.
Hi CG and all,
Not much time for play – crazy at work.
But I’m outta here at 4 anyway, making a randevouz with curly and we’ll head up to the Berkshires for the weekend.
Oh wait, you mean this isn’t the meeting of Slackers Anonymous? And if it’s not, how could you tell?
I’m actually doing something today — trying to get my front room cleaned up a bit in between bouts of creativity. I had a great idea for a song that I’m working on. Let’s see if I can get three verses and a chorus out of it.
If I can get it all worked out by tonight, I’ll expect it on everyone’s Random 10. 🙂
What karaoke night, when? I wish I had a better setup, I’d record it and post it. I might do it anyway, although the only mic that I can use is here in the computer room with fans and stuff going.
Then again the quality can’t be any worse than some of the original old mountain music tracks I listen to that were taped off in the 30s in front of tarpaper shacks in the Appalachians, so maybe I’ll just do it anyway.
get creative, anything is possible with salsa. I’m off to go eat a salad for lunch, I’m sure I’ll be hungry within two hours. The upside is, my dad is visiting so we’re planning on going to a place for dinner that specializes in Chihuahuan (the state, not the dog) recipes for mariscos (seafood). mmmmmm
but there are some great recipes that originate in the southwestern part of the state that borders Sinaloa (I think it’s that region). Either way, yum!
And lo, my children, here as a mere enticing sip of the nectar of the FSM that awaits when you joyously visit the site to read the spectacularly overblown prose is this year’s winner:
Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you’ve had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean.
The contest to write awful opening sentences to imaginary novesl was inspired by the terrible writing of Bulwer-Lytton and this opening form Bulwer-Lytton’s Paul Clifford in particular:
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents–except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
Somewhere around the house I have a couple of anthologies of Bulwer-Lytton entries, some of which are astonishingly, hilariously bad. You should go visit the Lytonny of Grand Prize Winners, where you will be treated to pieces of prose so purple it’s practically ultraviolet. Pieces like these:
The lovely woman-child Kaa was mercilessly chained to the cruel post of the warrior-chief Beast, with his barbarous tribe now stacking wood at her nubile feet, when the strong, clear voice of the poetic and heroic Handsomas roared, “Flick your Bic, crisp that chick, and you’ll feel my steel through your last meal.”
As Greg Kihn might have said, they just don’t write ’em like that any more, and it’s probably a damn good thing.
Ryan should be proud of herself for just having the incredible will and spirit to go back to school so soon. And I hope she tried to guilt the ticketing agency into rescinding the parking ticket.
I don’t think I can even type this without my blood pressure rising 50 pts. – they made her come in to discuss it and while she was there she got another $50 parking ticket.
Since I’ve been able to contain myself and not show off my episiotomy scars I don’t think I’ll show you Hopeful’s. Both hurt like hell when you sneeze, though.
Committing a bit of slackitude before leaving work as I ended up skipping lunch for a safety meeting. Had a day and a half off to deal with one of my beloved housemate’s moving out (To NM then to Switzerland). He and his Swiss miss didn’t pull out in his mom’s overloaded SUV until 8 hours past the time they intended to be gone so I got to enjoy their company a bit longer. They didn’t leave any mess to speak of and I slipped some Euros left over from a vacation into her purse before they left for them to find later. Ah, young (well, 32 or so)love! Somebody else was supposed to move in right away but was delayed until tomorrow which gives me a bit more time for rearranging furniture and stuff.
Just got up from my nap; we’re out late tonight so I wanted to be well rested.
Random 10 Du Jour:
If I Were a Rich Man (from Fiddler on the Roof) — Zero Mostel
Vienna Blood (comp. Johann Strauss II) — Chicago Symphony Orchestra
You’re So Vain — Carly Simon
Lucky Man — Emerson, Lake & Palmer
Swingtown — Steve Miller Band
Sparks — The Who
Pomp And Circumstance Marches: No. 5 in C (comp. Elgar) — London Philharmonic Orchestra
Send The Marines — Tom Lehrer
Rodeo Suite: Hoedown (comp. Copland) — Morton Gould & His Orchestra
Livin’ On The Edge — Aerosmith
My dream. To be walking down the street holding a handful of dogshit and happen to pass by Christopher Hitchens so I can throw it in his face. And that’s after holding down the mute button during most of what he said. Why why did they let him talk so much and totally dominate the discussion? And PS where were some representatives of the other half of the human race? (Not one woman on the show.)
But I thought Markos really held his own. Good show!
Totally. But why did they all let him talk so much. Bill and the other two guests just starred at him spouting his obscene nonsense like deer caught in the headlights. Only there were no headlights.
Most of you aren’t going to see this until Saturday . . . that’s slackin’ for ya.
Crazy Rhythm – Fred Elizalde & His Music
Faena – Gipsy Kings
Something – The Beatles
I Feel The Earth Move – Carole King
Give Me Novocaine – Green Day
Hunting Tigers Out In Indiah – Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band
Winter: Allegro (from Vivaldi’s Four Seasons) – Concerto Amsterdam
Feed the Birds – Julie Andrews
Hoy, Hoy, Hoy – Omar and the Howlers
Don’t Ever Love Me – Harry Belafonte
and coming soon . . .
The Global Warming Blues – Omir the Storyteller and his Magic Banjo
Or is everybody off slacking?
It’s crazy busy here at work … I’ve popped in a few times, but it looks like everyone else has started their w/e early … at least I hope that’s the case. 🙂
It does look that way. I know I’m ready to start mine. How’ve you been?
I’m doing a happy dance because my kitchen light switches are working the right way for the first time in WAAAY too long.
What was wrong w/ the lights and did you fix them yourself?
The wireless light switch wasn’t working anymore; we decided that the verizon guy messed it up when he installed the FiOS internet line.
I wound up getting my fancy electrician to come and fix it.
I’m kind-of around, like yesterday. Still pretty sick and fevery. Always slacking. 🙂
Hope you feel spunky again soon, Indy.
My dog is home from the vet and giving me even more pathetic looks – she got spayed yesterday and they shaved her pretty tummy. 🙁
You’ll be surprised how quickly she gets over that.
Aww, poor puppy. I always feel so sorry for them when they’re drugged out and recovering and have no idea what’s happening to them.
revenge is something to be planned and savoured…
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she’ll be watching……….and waiting, SN…:{)
I think I have her Halloween costume all figured out. 🙂
Yuk. At least you’re slackin’ with us! 🙂
I have to go B-day shopping for CBtE shortly. Which would be fun, except the paternal unit got him the present CBtY and I had been planning on getting him all summer. Now we have to come up with a new plan at the last minute…
Yikes, do you know what you’re gonna do yet?
(Just do FRT whenever, I’m totally unreliable today but thanks for thinking of me. 🙂 )
Grrr! My boys’ paternal unit did that to me a couple of Christmases ago.
I guess I should just be happy we found out before the fact.
Today’s fun birthday game with the PU is “what day and time are they getting together?” Last night, he wanted Sunday (the actual birthday); today he wants Saturday, claiming that he always tries to do it that way, rather than the actual birthday. The kids screwed up their faces and said “What is he talking about?”, because they know he’s never done that and strangely enough, they noticed that he had changed his tune from last night.
Of course, I know that it’s because he probably made last minute plans for Sunday, and now he wants to pretend he’s mister thoughtful by not wanting CBtE Sunday. Apparently it hasn’t occurred to him that his strategy would probably work better if he had called the kids more than 3 times all summer (including yesterday).
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How’s Ryan doing?
While you’re out shopping, maybe you should pick yourself up a little ex-shaped voodoo doll. 🙂
Not a bad idea, but I got some of my favorite ginger-citrus goodies from Origins instead…
There are reasons we divorced these schmucks.
Ryan is doing lots better and is back at school trying to get caught up and get around campus hobbling. We got a lawyer and are going to file suit for the accident. Apparently the guy is a student at her college and his nickname is Cokehead Steve.
Well, with a name like Cokehead Steve…
I hope she’s able to catch up quickly. How are the teeth (I know you’re in wait-and-see mode)?
Will you make it to random 10? Should we start early in your honor?
Hi CG and all,
Not much time for play – crazy at work.
But I’m outta here at 4 anyway, making a randevouz with curly and we’ll head up to the Berkshires for the weekend.
Hi ask! Sounds like you have a nice relaxing weekend planned.
Weeell,
I believe curly’s intention is that we’ll clean out her mother’s apartment up there..
We’ll do it in a slacking way, I guess.
Hi, Omir.
Oh wait, you mean this isn’t the meeting of Slackers Anonymous? And if it’s not, how could you tell?
I’m actually doing something today — trying to get my front room cleaned up a bit in between bouts of creativity. I had a great idea for a song that I’m working on. Let’s see if I can get three verses and a chorus out of it.
Hi Omir. SOunds like you’ve interrupted your slackitude.
Yeah, I know, I’d feel ashamed of myself if I could work up the energy to do it.
Once more, with feeling!
Good luck on the song. Will you be singing it at the FBC karaoke night?
If I can get it all worked out by tonight, I’ll expect it on everyone’s Random 10. 🙂
What karaoke night, when? I wish I had a better setup, I’d record it and post it. I might do it anyway, although the only mic that I can use is here in the computer room with fans and stuff going.
Then again the quality can’t be any worse than some of the original old mountain music tracks I listen to that were taped off in the 30s in front of tarpaper shacks in the Appalachians, so maybe I’ll just do it anyway.
you also decided to work in some salsa-making time so you don’t have to subject your body to Pace Picante Sauce (!) any longer.
🙂
Not today, but I fully intend to sometime. I just had banana bread for lunch. It doesn’t go all that well with salsa. 🙂
get creative, anything is possible with salsa. I’m off to go eat a salad for lunch, I’m sure I’ll be hungry within two hours. The upside is, my dad is visiting so we’re planning on going to a place for dinner that specializes in Chihuahuan (the state, not the dog) recipes for mariscos (seafood). mmmmmm
I thought Chihuahua (the state, not the dog) was landlocked!? Well, I suppose they could bring the mariscos in from either coast, but still . . .
but there are some great recipes that originate in the southwestern part of the state that borders Sinaloa (I think it’s that region). Either way, yum!
I’m here! But I’m actually doing some stuff. You want a slacker, look for FM. I bet he’s slacking so much, he’s not even here right now. 😀
It’s the 2006 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest with more wonderfully awful writing than a freshman comp class.
And lo, my children, here as a mere enticing sip of the nectar of the FSM that awaits when you joyously visit the site to read the spectacularly overblown prose is this year’s winner:
I’m not sure I get it. People purposefully make up bad opening sentences for novels they never write in order to see who does that best?
The contest to write awful opening sentences to imaginary novesl was inspired by the terrible writing of Bulwer-Lytton and this opening form Bulwer-Lytton’s Paul Clifford in particular:
Okay, now that I get it, I really don’t get it, lol.
you have no affinity for bad writing. Just think of it something like the pleasure of watching a really stupid movie.
Somewhere around the house I have a couple of anthologies of Bulwer-Lytton entries, some of which are astonishingly, hilariously bad. You should go visit the Lytonny of Grand Prize Winners, where you will be treated to pieces of prose so purple it’s practically ultraviolet. Pieces like these:
As Greg Kihn might have said, they just don’t write ’em like that any more, and it’s probably a damn good thing.
That is awesome.
How’s Hopeful, Jr, and Ryan (disclaimer: not in order of importance, just in order of sad, sad eyes)?
Hopeful Jr. is blissed out and resting after having a good drink of water, a good meal, and a good long pee, in that order.
Ryan is tired and thinks she’s way behind in her classes, but she went to a couple tutoring sessions already in statistics and is catching up.
Ryan should be proud of herself for just having the incredible will and spirit to go back to school so soon. And I hope she tried to guilt the ticketing agency into rescinding the parking ticket.
I don’t think I can even type this without my blood pressure rising 50 pts. – they made her come in to discuss it and while she was there she got another $50 parking ticket.
Pretend I didn’t even bring it up.
You gonna give us a picture of HJ’s belly? As I recall showing off surgical scars is a very southern thing to do.
Since I’ve been able to contain myself and not show off my episiotomy scars I don’t think I’ll show you Hopeful’s. Both hurt like hell when you sneeze, though.
I got my tubal ligation a couple of days before we got our first dog fixed just so I could assure her it was no big deal. 😉
That’s so bad it’s good!
something all about a hairy week at work.
Well have a bottle a Nair and a nice weekend. 🙂
Committing a bit of slackitude before leaving work as I ended up skipping lunch for a safety meeting. Had a day and a half off to deal with one of my beloved housemate’s moving out (To NM then to Switzerland). He and his Swiss miss didn’t pull out in his mom’s overloaded SUV until 8 hours past the time they intended to be gone so I got to enjoy their company a bit longer. They didn’t leave any mess to speak of and I slipped some Euros left over from a vacation into her purse before they left for them to find later. Ah, young (well, 32 or so)love! Somebody else was supposed to move in right away but was delayed until tomorrow which gives me a bit more time for rearranging furniture and stuff.
I know you will miss them but what a sweet thing to do with the euros.
I guess everyone is having fun at a real happy hour instead of being online. LOL
That looks wonderful, and I don’t even like martinis!
Just hand over the olives and I’m good.
I know. Olives in chilled water would still do the trick!
Just got up from my nap; we’re out late tonight so I wanted to be well rested.
Random 10 Du Jour:
If I Were a Rich Man (from Fiddler on the Roof) — Zero Mostel
Vienna Blood (comp. Johann Strauss II) — Chicago Symphony Orchestra
You’re So Vain — Carly Simon
Lucky Man — Emerson, Lake & Palmer
Swingtown — Steve Miller Band
Sparks — The Who
Pomp And Circumstance Marches: No. 5 in C (comp. Elgar) — London Philharmonic Orchestra
Send The Marines — Tom Lehrer
Rodeo Suite: Hoedown (comp. Copland) — Morton Gould & His Orchestra
Livin’ On The Edge — Aerosmith
See you folks tomorrow…
Yeah, I’ve got my Random 10 ready and just been waiting for the announcement. What’s da deal?
I was making birthday cake…Got your 10?
Comin’ right up.
My dream. To be walking down the street holding a handful of dogshit and happen to pass by Christopher Hitchens so I can throw it in his face. And that’s after holding down the mute button during most of what he said. Why why did they let him talk so much and totally dominate the discussion? And PS where were some representatives of the other half of the human race? (Not one woman on the show.)
But I thought Markos really held his own. Good show!
Hitchens is an a-hole.
Totally. But why did they all let him talk so much. Bill and the other two guests just starred at him spouting his obscene nonsense like deer caught in the headlights. Only there were no headlights.
Most of you aren’t going to see this until Saturday . . . that’s slackin’ for ya.
Crazy Rhythm – Fred Elizalde & His Music
Faena – Gipsy Kings
Something – The Beatles
I Feel The Earth Move – Carole King
Give Me Novocaine – Green Day
Hunting Tigers Out In Indiah – Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band
Winter: Allegro (from Vivaldi’s Four Seasons) – Concerto Amsterdam
Feed the Birds – Julie Andrews
Hoy, Hoy, Hoy – Omar and the Howlers
Don’t Ever Love Me – Harry Belafonte
and coming soon . . .
The Global Warming Blues – Omir the Storyteller and his Magic Banjo
— and not delivering — now, that’s slackin’ for ya.
I merely present this as information.
I fell asleep…it was the late night birthday cake baking, I swear.
:::hangs head in shame:::