Call me a schmuck (Voice in the back, Okay! You’re a schmuck!) but I’m still going to see the movie… for the dudity (neologism stolen from aintitcool.com)
Month: March 2007
New Song
She came to grief in a hotel room
Like famous people do
The way the media carried on
You’d think she died for me and you
They say speak gently of the dead
Don’t bandy with her name
But her life was sure instructive
on the vagaries of fame
Chorus:
Slimfast and Methadone
Girl I’m in your debt
I got a great line for a chorus
and the story isn’t over yet.
Leave ’em while you’re looking good
Advice she took to heart
She was born to play the blonde bimbo
and she really nailed the part
She married her attorney but
I don’t think it turned out
The paternity, the autopsy
and the estate are all in doubt
Chorus
Slimfast and Methadone
was all you had
in your fridge
I still can’t believe it
It’s a perfect rhyme for bri–i-i-i-dge
Humans love their beauty
it’s a curse upon our race
the powerful are using it
to hide what’s really taking place
Zombies stalk the headlines
while all the peace talks stall
If celebrities don’t quit dying
We’ll never fix the world at all.
Chorus x 2.
Trilo-Bites – not extinct
Very wonderful instructions for making Trilo-bite cookies.
Some guy in North Dakota found this kitty watching his children
Imagine looking up and seeing this critter on your back deck. Hello Breakfast indeed. Forwarded from Cousin Gerald.
Why are you laughing
Am I a clown? Do I amuse you?
Thangs that make you go Hmmm
I found out to my amusement that ScaryClown was at the concert last night. I didn’t see him. He didn’t see me.
Also, if I ever start trolling for a third husband, I could do a LOT worse than the line-up for a concert like that. There were an incredible number of yummy middle aged men there.
And Guy Clark opened with “LA Freeway”…..
dO yOU hATE sQUIRRELS?
I am cruel, nasty, mean and horrid, but the above noted link, once clicked upon, made me laugh very hard.
Still not as bad as the guys who designed a squirrlapult.
Unrestrained fury
ONCE AGAIN it is snowing with great vigor, and teacup sized snowflakes are falling. Aaargh! I shake my fist at the sky.
Happy new year to all my Farsi-speaking fans.
Concert = wonderful
The Guy Clark, Joe Ely, John Hiatt, Lyle Lovett concert was WONDERFUL. May I beg for them to sing more harmony next time. That’s ma real jones….Thanks to Lexi to underwriting the endeavour.
Much thanks to Nev for shouting beerskis afterwards.
It was wonderful to see Jackie.
This is your brain (emotionally labile teen edition)
Faux Newts, busted
Renos
For the next week and a bit, internet access will be a trifle spotty, as we are doing renovations. So if I’m a day late and a dollar short you’ll surely forgive me.
Tom and Peggy fed us BOTH salmon and roast beast last night, as well as fresh asparagus. Life is good. We sang and played but rather briefly.
I think I am allowed to be amused by the paint colour we’ve picked as being ‘dusty road’. Goodbye snot green walls! Won’t miss ya.
The four singer songwriters
Alex, may she abide in bliss, has procured a ticket for me for a concert tomorrow night with Joe Ely, John Hiatt, Guy Clark and Lyle Lovett. As far as I can tell it’s like the male singer-songwriter version of an on-stage slumber party. I am really looking forward to it.
Unca Dave will be helping Paul, and, as it turns out, Janice, work on the renovations. Janice is in town to drop Casey off after a visit to Seattle. Casey has recently been published in On Spec.
Kids and dogs
For Sandy…. and for Cousin Gerald, here’s my little cousin Brayden and his ‘bro’ Charlie.
Hunting in Saskatchewan
photo credit unknown, forwarded by Cousin Gerald