New song

It literally came into my mind – bouncing 70’s style pop music – all in one go, less than 5 minutes.

You sent me a pic
of your dick
and I don’t wanna see it
You wanna be my friend
with Warner Bros at the end
and I don’t wanna be it
The picture that you sent
that’s really kinda bent
it isn’t even of you
You wanna pay my rent
every last cent
and then you say “i luv u”
I know that you’re showing me
all kinds of affection
but maybe you could leaven it
with just some self-reflection….

You sent me a pic, sent me a pic, sent me a pic
repeat to fade

Let us now praise obscure women

Long time followers of this blog will understand that I think that Lois is the Goddess Come Among Us (my mOm is of much the same opinion) and Lois did nothing but burnish her reputation as she conveyed me and Katie and Alex to church.  Pre-teen boys and other grandmas looked at him with happiness, and apart from wailing during the diaper change (which is standard) we had a lovely time at church.

I have some pictures but I’m still processing / messing with them. Preen.

I am very happy right now.

 

Shot my mouth off on twitter this morning – bottom to top.

  1. …as false rape accusations, but that’s a margin of error I’m prepared to live with, how ’bout you?

  2. So I feel quite comfortable with accusing trolls who say that of being rapists. I’ll only be right about the same percentage of time….

  3. So every time a troll says a woman is too ugly to rape, he’s saying that given the opportunity and a victim, he’d be only too happy to rape.

  4. If you flip that statement, the troll is saying, I HAVE seen women that I wanted to rape, but she’s not one.

  5. Let’s work through the logic. says she’s been raped. A troll says: Have you seen her? That’s impossible!

Weird clouds this morning

IMAG0711_1Random Hallowe’en notes:

Bought $28 worth of candy, got rid of all of it.  Most of the kids costumes were store-bought, but one made a Mardi Gras like impression.  No pic… but she said she was a peacock fairy, and yes, that is what she was.

NO MUSIC.  But lots of convo with Lois, and I even dragged the coffee maker upstairs from its place of banishment in the basement.

Birds are too shell shocked to sing this morning.

Score!  One of the kids recognized my mask as being from Assassin’s Creed.

Score! Keith came over and he announced that pufferfish are back in stock.  I loves my boy.

Score! Chili was a massive success, and as it proceeds through the colons of my loved ones, it will move from success to success.

Score! Paul brought apple pie from the Mexican bakery in the Quay. And Lion Winter Ale, duh.

Score! Wrote a filk to Robin in the Rain.

Riding in the rain
I don’t mind the weather
I have got a 12 volt heater
underneath my leathers
dodging all the bicycles and trucks and cars
weaving ’round the drunks as they come out of bars
Riding in the rain
I don’t mind the weather
even when it’s getting dark
I am a commuter in a first person shooter
but I have a place to park! (with apologies to Raffi).

Now I must write.  It’s NaNoWriMo, kittens!