Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
In the Chamber of The Duck, Part the Second
What to do? I couldn't let her begin snoring. Disrespectful to the performers and annoying to fellow audience members. I didn't want to startle her in case she let out a yelp or struck out (or had a stroke) or whatever. I waited with bated breath to see if she'd make the transition from deep breathing to full-on snore, devising my plan of attack. I thought a gentle touch to the arm best, whilst bracing myself to leap sideways should she turn out to be one of those violent wakers. I was all set to put my plan into action when I was saved by the end of the movement. The beginning of the next one was loud and lively enough that it woke her up.
It was rather a lot of entertainment for only $22.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
In the Chamber of The Duck, Part the First
Friday, August 17, 2007
Friday Funny - Avast, me hearties!
Pigs in Space, a pirate John Cleese, and a disappointed parrot. What more could you want?
Monday, August 13, 2007
A wee bit silly
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
I can see clearly now...
Now they're satin polished (I requested glossy)... WITH A STRIPE IN THE MIDDLE 1/3 THE WIDTH OF THE LENSES THAT STANDS OUT FROM THE REST OF THE LENS. Very attractive, that is.
They managed to get the computer glasses right. What gives with the bifocals?
So it's back to the lab. Two more weeks. That'll make it seven weeks from order to delivery time. Assuming they get it right this time.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Even if you don't like cats, fast forward to the one at :20. I laughed so hard I thought I was going to stop breathing.
Labels: Friday Funny
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Guided by a Duck Rikaitched!
The picture looked as I wanted it to in Ph*toBuck*t, as it displayed in a recent post.
More fun with keyword searches
Sometimes, I can figure out how and why the person would type a certain combination of words and also how it landed them here, but now and again I just fail to see the connection.
elastic band love is life mp3 - Um... WTF?
jogging in pantyhose - What person in their right mind would consider this?
olivia havilland jehovah - She was successful, sure, but a deity? And it's 'de Havilland' and I haven't mentioned any of those terms that I can remember.
one-man play multiple personality disorder - I've seen one-man plays in which having multiple personality disorder might come in handy if you could get them all to learn their lines, but don't think I've ever mentioned it here previously.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Header of my dreams
Saturday, August 04, 2007
The same old shillelagh
You know what to do. Life is pretty much a plethora of same old, same old. When you’ve spent half a century riding that slingshot of gravity around Old Sol, you've more or less seen and heard it all. Not much shocks you, although you may still get a bit of a surprise from time to time. You pretty much know who you can trust and who you can't; who's going to follow through with promises and plans and who's just blowin' smoke. You can recognize who knows you and is just being nice because they need a place to stay when they’re in your city and how to not get too attached to them and who knows you and likes you anyway, spare bed or not, and how important it is to hang onto them. But not to get too attached to most people because, let’s face it, most of us have the attention span of a goldfish and we don’t stick around for long.
And you've learned to pick your battles. When you're younger, you tend to react to every slight and indignity with a passionately cried, "That's not fair!" and "I'm not gonna take it!" and sometimes you just plain don’t know what you should do. But after a while, you know those slights and indignities are gonna come. Unless you hole up in your house (and even then you're not totally safe trampoline) you are going to encounter your fair share of abuse. You learn to develop a thicker skin – a wall around you, if you will – and as long as you're not hurting anyone or breaking any laws, you just don't care much what anyone else thinks or does anymore, or what they think you should do. You start to let it bounce off you. You know what you could do. You just choose not to.
Doesn't mean you don't notice it. Doesn’t mean you don’t have that moment of, “Grrrrr!" and a fantasy of braining the offender, literally or figuratively, or that it doesn't bother you at all, just that you have come to an understanding with the universe that shit is gonna happen and you're sharing the planet with fools, jerks, and all manner of eejits (and sometimes you’re one yourself) and sometimes, the less fuss you make, if you don’t raise the ante by coming out shillelagh swinging, the faster it’ll pass. But you've got a shillelagh, literally (big stick) or figurately (lawyer), and you know how to use it, you just choose not to. This time.
And sometimes, if you've chosen as your response to turn a blind eye, seethe silently and keep that shillelagh by your side, a nice complaining blog post is often a good release valve. It’s not a cry for help. It’s not a request for advice. It’s just letting off steam, so you don’t pick up that shillelagh.
It’s also much cheaper than a lawsuit. Or a psychiatrist.