Author: Allegra

But the tide tables say it’s super high tide right now so there won’t be much there,

Long time readers will recollect that I posted about Prussian Blue before.

Don’t look at work if your boss thinks the war on drugs is a good idea.

Now look what they’ve gone ‘n dun.

Obviously I’m referencing what’s going on with Katie.  Donald elaborated, when I asked.   “It’s originally, as most truly telling insights are, from a waitress at a diner. I got it from a guy who was commiserating with a waitress in a roadside place in the middle of nowhere, Nebraska: he was on the run from Scientology; she from Biff.”

Right here step up and get your wombat.

Lazy panther.

And more critters remain undiscovered here.

Retirement home for pets.

Gaiman on Addams.

Rebekah Brooks looks worse and worse and now she’s dragging hubby into it.

Nathan Fillion’s on set pic of Esposito with a pocket full of Good n Plenty.

The Millennium Falcon IS a piece of junk.

No surprise!  G’ma rules!

Sleeptalkin’ Man I love you.

Some people never get a vacation, so I guess I should be happy about that.  Today I will make no predictions about what I’ll do.

Heard from Carrie and got her new address.  She’s living on Haida Gwai the lucky woman.  I’ve never even visited there.

Paul is a day late getting back from Ontario, where he was hiking with Tish and Terry.  He said he had a marvellous time.

Keith was over and we Deadwooded for a while.

I asked Peggy the other day what else was going on in her life besides baby Greg and she laughed.

Here’s my latest facebook post (in the filker group):

While perusing a Latin English dictionary for another purpose, I discovered a word that would be perfect for a filkcon name: Concino. Means “to sing in chorus” “to play together” “to agree in saying” “to agree” “to sing together” “to celebrate” and “to prophesy”.

Then somebody asked me if I wanted to be conchair.  My response:

Take me now, Cthulhu! I couldn’t organize a bash at a brewery.

In a classic example of “You can’t get there from here” the WordPress upgrade is incompatible with my Mac OSX and keeps telling me to upgrade firefox.  By changing my settings to “fuck you”  I can still post but gosh, wouldn’t my life be better if it had fewer pieces of software in it?  Don’t all nod at once.

Buzz did not need a battery, he needed to be handled by Jeff, who touched him and returned him to noisiness.

I’m plugging away on the DREFFLE BOOK OF CHRISTIAN APOLOGETICS, which is weird, weepy and reverential poetry that one of my ancestral kin put together.  It’s all handwritten; I either have to find it on line and copy paste, or type from scratch if the all knowing interwebs don’t find it. The end result is all of the poems in one big word file for mOm.  She says that the file has weird lumps in it (I’ve sent progress reports) but I think that’s because I’ve got the Mac and cheese version of Word.

Later today more housework.  Yesterday was the kitchen.  Today various other hell holes.

Buzz is sad and needs a new battery.  I went on line to find out how.  His manufacturer sucks a big fat ropey mop; the website contains no useful information.

I’m trying to improve my mood, to little effect.  The weather is gross.

Time for some coffee.