This is really really bizarre. I must say I’ve only seen one bee so far this year….
This is a band in England. Listening to a 90 year old guy sing “My Generation” is berloody awesome.
Ogden Nash said that there are three things you can do in a bath which you can’t do in a shower. One is read, one is smoke, and one is get wet all over.
Then there’s this guy….. (scanged via Fark, of course)
Keith sez to me the other afternoon, “Wanna see something that will make you just vomit?” in the tone of voice that indicates that what I’m about to see will be gross but not actually flies buzzing over a corpse gross. Then he pulls out the new T-shirt for the promotion at Great Canadian Stuporstore.
“Oh my f*****g god!” I scream obligingly, then clap my hands over my eyes. “No white person should ever wear that color!”
“Yup, it’s about that gross,” he agreed. But wait, it gets better. Katie phoned today to say, “Mum, you will never believe what happened at work!”
And I said, “They are asking you to wear the most eye-wateringly horrid shade of dayglo greeeeeen – with sex toy pink lettering – that the world has ever seen.”
Brief shift of Katie mental gears, then she says, “Suzanne at work wrote the managers a letter and I swear to god the first line is, “What kind of drugs are you on?” Not even a man with a TAN can wear this color, under the fluorescent lights even black guys look green with this shit on.”
I suspect that they will grieve to the union about it. The last t shirt was pretty icky, but tolerable. This t shirt is an incitement to riot and mayhem.
Dr. Filk is moving to Victoria at the end of the month, cats and kaboodle. I called Paul to tell him; it sounds like he’s having tons of fun in the Bay area.
We watched two more movies (Local Hero and Impromptu, which I loved), and now he’s off to the ferry to start (brr, yech) another work week.
I recited the lyrics to Scary Clown’s birthday song (one of the many I can’t post because it is…. scurrilous) and Jeff justabout folded up laughing.
One of the great things about CGI is stuff like this.
Spoke too soon. Jeff turned up all bright eyed and bushy tailed, and it wasn’t even 7:30.
Jeff took off to Rob’s yesterday around noon and hasn’t been seen since (although he did phone.) I am expecting him to show up back here, all sheepish and giggly, sometime just before he has to jump back in his car to get to the ferry.
Katie said she was coming home and didn’t.
As for me I’ve been plugging away on domestic stuff. I’m not moving fast, but I’m moving steady.
Click on Multimedia and see a way cool pic that’s reflective of Tibetan Buddhist thought.
Paul called to say he was safely on the ground in SF, which is prob’ly the last I’ll hear of him until Tuesday evening.
We WATCHED MOVIES. Highly recommended, although violent and weird in spots, is Tsotsi
Even more highly recommended is Broken Trail – If you have ANY interest in Westerns this is a TV production you cannot afford to miss. ALSO if you are a Firefly fan, it’s like the guys who wrote the soundtrack sat at Greg Edmundson’s feet to get the Chinese/Western crossover thing pitch perfect – that was an unexpected bonus. The scenery is so gorgeous, and the script and acting so good, and the details…. And Robert Duvall is just plain AMAZING. Gun enthusiasts will be pleased by the accurate use of period guns. Horse enthusiasts will be interested…. Persons interested in history will be interested… and the bad guys GET THEIRS yeehaw. I have every intention of watching this again, but seeing as how Jeff brought 20 movies with him, it won’t be on this pass.
Now, off to the Big 6 for brekkie.
Dr. Filk was laid off yesterday. He was laid off without his supervisor being informed, if you can credit it.
I am home sick from work. I can’t even talk without squeaking and my eyes feel like they are swollen shut.
Vets said this was definitely a miracle baby, so she’s called Miracle. She was born very premature and she IS a miniature horse, and she’s only six days old in this picture. Don’t you just want to bring her home and see if you could housetrain her?
Speaking of which, it IS possible to housetrain a horse. You need about three years, a pretty much indestructible house, and the ability to stand outside in the rain for hours waiting for the horse to ‘go’ before you bring it inside. According to the woman who described the process on the CBC (as best as I recollect) when the light bulb finally went on the horse went, “Oh THAT’s what I have to do if I want to go inside where it’s warm. Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
I didn’t touch my mandolin all day yesterday.
Today we interview (how many real estate agents is this now?) yet another real estate agent who wants us to just ‘put it on the market and see who makes an offer’. This one is the spouse of one of Paul’s work colleagues.