Sunday, October 30, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
.....that guy
(another installment of the blog within a blog.)
I will be as delicate as I can.
I was using the restroom today. A public restroom. A very clean, well tended restroom.
I realize that as you read the above statement some of you have already recoiled in horror. Many people have trouble with public toilets. Not me.A nice clean facility, I have no problem.
I'm in the stall (more cringing) and I hear someone entering the restroom, speaking in a very loud voice.He is on the phone. He continues to talk. He enters the stall next to me. Still talking. He............ still talking.
Please, I beg you, don't be that guy.
ps this was in a bookstore. There were about 8 people working the sales floor in various capacities. 6 of them were short , chubby, redheads. I don't say this disparagingly- they were actually quite attractive, but 6 girls who all kinda look alike? Do you think the person doing the hiring is a short, chubby, redhead or someone who definitely knows what they like?
I will be as delicate as I can.
I was using the restroom today. A public restroom. A very clean, well tended restroom.
I realize that as you read the above statement some of you have already recoiled in horror. Many people have trouble with public toilets. Not me.A nice clean facility, I have no problem.
I'm in the stall (more cringing) and I hear someone entering the restroom, speaking in a very loud voice.He is on the phone. He continues to talk. He enters the stall next to me. Still talking. He............ still talking.
Please, I beg you, don't be that guy.
ps this was in a bookstore. There were about 8 people working the sales floor in various capacities. 6 of them were short , chubby, redheads. I don't say this disparagingly- they were actually quite attractive, but 6 girls who all kinda look alike? Do you think the person doing the hiring is a short, chubby, redhead or someone who definitely knows what they like?
Friday, October 14, 2011
here's your hat, what's your hurry?.......
ah, politics.
During a Republican debate for the 2008 election, this was an early one- so there were a whole bunch of people up there, a question was asked. I don't remember the exact wording, but basically it was- If you don't believe the theory of evolution,raise your hand, A couple of the candidates, including Mike Huckabee raised hands.
At that point, the moderator should have thanked them for coming, asked them to leave the stage and continued with the remaining debaters. It would have been okay to give then a lovely parting gift, but- leave.
I was reminded of this when I read an interview with Bachmann the other day and she was asserting that she was running because God told her that it was her time. oh and she's against Cain's 9-9-9 taxation plan because if you flip the numbers- the sign o' the beast.
Here's your coat Mrs. Bachmann, your car is waiting outside.
There was a spectacular image from a few debates ago- the candidates were reciting the Pledge Of Allegiance and the camera was moving down the line showing Newt Gingrich and then Ron Paul standing with hands over their hearts, looking like the older gentleman they are. Next we came to Rick Perry who was standing as if he were posing for a Wheaties Box or the cover of the next Superman Comic Book. chest out, head held high, gleam in the eye. You just knew that he had practiced that pose in front of the mirror, once or a thousand times.
It's going to be a long year
During a Republican debate for the 2008 election, this was an early one- so there were a whole bunch of people up there, a question was asked. I don't remember the exact wording, but basically it was- If you don't believe the theory of evolution,raise your hand, A couple of the candidates, including Mike Huckabee raised hands.
At that point, the moderator should have thanked them for coming, asked them to leave the stage and continued with the remaining debaters. It would have been okay to give then a lovely parting gift, but- leave.
I was reminded of this when I read an interview with Bachmann the other day and she was asserting that she was running because God told her that it was her time. oh and she's against Cain's 9-9-9 taxation plan because if you flip the numbers- the sign o' the beast.
Here's your coat Mrs. Bachmann, your car is waiting outside.
There was a spectacular image from a few debates ago- the candidates were reciting the Pledge Of Allegiance and the camera was moving down the line showing Newt Gingrich and then Ron Paul standing with hands over their hearts, looking like the older gentleman they are. Next we came to Rick Perry who was standing as if he were posing for a Wheaties Box or the cover of the next Superman Comic Book. chest out, head held high, gleam in the eye. You just knew that he had practiced that pose in front of the mirror, once or a thousand times.
It's going to be a long year
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
don't judge........
i have always loved this song- one of the highlights of the burt bachrach , hal david songbook. i was tubing the other evening and came across the aretha franklin arrangement-spectacular.
along the side they had a few different Aretha iterations of the song as well as the dionne warwick recording and then there was this one. From Glee. I've never seen the show, much to the chagrin of all the High school kids I work with. I would love it they tell me. Hmm I have a feeling it's just not my cup of tea,besides it would prevent e from obsessing over American Chopper.
If I have watched this clip once, I've watched it a dozen times. I have no Idea what is happening here dramatically , but-
The arrangement is perfect, basically the Aretha version but faster,
The girls are all dancing great, but the tall blonde is dancing in character, like I say, I know nothing about the show , but I can quess a lot about who that girl is.
the dance "phrase" from 57 seconds to 1:o3 is stunning I've watched those six seconds about 20 times
and finally- why is this clip "flipped"? the other versions posted have the letters on the uniforms facing in the right direction, not this one. odd
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
animal house.........
A few weeks back my sister and brother in law went on vacation for a week.
Usually when they go away they board their dog (a 120 pound English Sheep Dog), Riley.
This time there was some confusion with the kennel (long, boring story). She gave me a call and asked if I would watch him for the week. Of course.
Would I also watch the bunny (who has one ear up and one ear down) Flopsie. Certainly.
Me, the dog, the bunny, and the cat.....for a week.
The bunny arrived first, on saturday afternoon. The poor guy was a nervous wreck- a half an hour in the car and then set up in a strange house, complete with a cat who spent the rest of the day, stalking the bunny. I will be clear, the bunny stayed in his cage, but the cat hovered around the entire day. At times standing on his hind legs with his nose pressed up against the cage , staring at the bunny.
On Sunday, the dog arrived. My sister dropped him off and then I drove her and my brother in law to the airport. Then I went home.
I was greeted by, the bunny on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and the cat who was a wreck because the dog had invaded his domain, and the dog who was in a full on depression because his "mommy" had left him.
I had become the care taker at the St. Francis home for neurotic animals.
After a day or two things began to settle down- The bunny was now right at home, the cat discovered that the dog doesn't climb stairs so he had the upstairs to himself, and the dog was slowly deciding that life goes on.
The highlight of my week was on weds morning when I woke up. I had taken to sleeping on the couch so that I could keep an ear open for any shenanigans. I'm on the couch, the cat is sleeping on the arm of the couch, the dog is sleeping on the floor in front of the couch, and the bunny is sprawled out in his cage.
There's all sorts of snoring and grunting going on. I feel like I'm part of the fraternity I never pledged in college.
The college experience was cemented when all the animals decided they weren't going to eat their regular healthy food, every body was going to live all week on snacks. I felt terrible that the dog wasn't eating his dry food- so I went and got him a can of Alpo. He devoured it. That night he added farting to the snoring and grunting.
In solidarity the cat would only eat his snacks, no regular food. The bunny would also only eat his snacks, but since his snacks are parsley and basil and assorted greens, he was the healthiest of the bunch.
Our week ended, everyone survived, it did take the cat a day or two to convince himself that the dog was really gone and that he could come downstairs. He was a bit perturbed with me for allowing those beasts into his house. To show his disapproval he kept to himself for a few days , barely giving me the time of day. Then the thunder and lightning came and he soon swallowed his pride and climbed in to my lap.
I am the leader of the pack.
Usually when they go away they board their dog (a 120 pound English Sheep Dog), Riley.
This time there was some confusion with the kennel (long, boring story). She gave me a call and asked if I would watch him for the week. Of course.
Would I also watch the bunny (who has one ear up and one ear down) Flopsie. Certainly.
Me, the dog, the bunny, and the cat.....for a week.
The bunny arrived first, on saturday afternoon. The poor guy was a nervous wreck- a half an hour in the car and then set up in a strange house, complete with a cat who spent the rest of the day, stalking the bunny. I will be clear, the bunny stayed in his cage, but the cat hovered around the entire day. At times standing on his hind legs with his nose pressed up against the cage , staring at the bunny.
On Sunday, the dog arrived. My sister dropped him off and then I drove her and my brother in law to the airport. Then I went home.
I was greeted by, the bunny on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and the cat who was a wreck because the dog had invaded his domain, and the dog who was in a full on depression because his "mommy" had left him.
I had become the care taker at the St. Francis home for neurotic animals.
After a day or two things began to settle down- The bunny was now right at home, the cat discovered that the dog doesn't climb stairs so he had the upstairs to himself, and the dog was slowly deciding that life goes on.
The highlight of my week was on weds morning when I woke up. I had taken to sleeping on the couch so that I could keep an ear open for any shenanigans. I'm on the couch, the cat is sleeping on the arm of the couch, the dog is sleeping on the floor in front of the couch, and the bunny is sprawled out in his cage.
There's all sorts of snoring and grunting going on. I feel like I'm part of the fraternity I never pledged in college.
The college experience was cemented when all the animals decided they weren't going to eat their regular healthy food, every body was going to live all week on snacks. I felt terrible that the dog wasn't eating his dry food- so I went and got him a can of Alpo. He devoured it. That night he added farting to the snoring and grunting.
In solidarity the cat would only eat his snacks, no regular food. The bunny would also only eat his snacks, but since his snacks are parsley and basil and assorted greens, he was the healthiest of the bunch.
Our week ended, everyone survived, it did take the cat a day or two to convince himself that the dog was really gone and that he could come downstairs. He was a bit perturbed with me for allowing those beasts into his house. To show his disapproval he kept to himself for a few days , barely giving me the time of day. Then the thunder and lightning came and he soon swallowed his pride and climbed in to my lap.
I am the leader of the pack.
Monday, October 3, 2011
b t express.........
For the past few weeks I have been computerless- I would like to be able to report that life went on without a hitch whilst "unplugged". Sadly, this is not the case- I have become one of "those people".
My laptop ceased to be, it became a rather large paperweight. I took it to a local repair lad and he rolled his eyes and snickered.it seems my Dell was a dinosaur, an antique, a relic........
I began to look for a new computer.Hmmmmm so many choices and when the salesman starts selling my eyes begin to glaze. I'll figure this out....soon. I think that I have decided to go with a full desk top set up. I rarely if ever took the laptop out for a walk, I basically sat at the table and did all my webbing. Excellent! the choice is made! Although, I will admit that the I Pad is an enticing little vixen. ......stay strong! stay focused.
During the interim my computing has depended on the kindness of strangers (I'm writing this on a borrowed notebook computer) or strong arming my way onto a library computer. (which I don't mind really, because it forces me to be all business at the keyboard- it also gives me a chance to make goo goo eyes at the reference librarian, she of the horn rim glasses and the Louise Brooks bob)
But enough about me........... let me tell you what I did this weekend........
I had a delightful lunch in a Chinese restaurant, I rarely have dessert, but they had Bubble Tea. I had heard about this for a few years but never crossed it's path before. There it was! I had to try it.
The one I had was a lilac color- unlike any food stuff I had ever seen, it was more like a color you would find on "My Little Pony" . At the bottom of the glass was about a half an inch of navy blue tapioca pearls. I'll let you reflect on that image for a second.
The glass of bubble tea is served with a wide straw, big enough for the pearls of tapioca to flow through. As you begin to sip the liquid (a subtle fruity blend of ...well it's not really tea and it's not really juice...) the tapioca pearls begin to flow through the straw as well.
It's a sensation that takes a few moments to adjust to. I expected that the tapioca would be a bit mushy , but it was oddly chewy.
All in all, a silly way to end a meal. In a good way.
My favorite part of this whole episode was this evening when I was describing this experience to a friend , she dubbed it a "Snacktivity". Perhaps the greatest new word of this young millennium.
ps I will also be shocked if some food company does not market Bubble Tea to the children of the world , soon
My laptop ceased to be, it became a rather large paperweight. I took it to a local repair lad and he rolled his eyes and snickered.it seems my Dell was a dinosaur, an antique, a relic........
I began to look for a new computer.Hmmmmm so many choices and when the salesman starts selling my eyes begin to glaze. I'll figure this out....soon. I think that I have decided to go with a full desk top set up. I rarely if ever took the laptop out for a walk, I basically sat at the table and did all my webbing. Excellent! the choice is made! Although, I will admit that the I Pad is an enticing little vixen. ......stay strong! stay focused.
During the interim my computing has depended on the kindness of strangers (I'm writing this on a borrowed notebook computer) or strong arming my way onto a library computer. (which I don't mind really, because it forces me to be all business at the keyboard- it also gives me a chance to make goo goo eyes at the reference librarian, she of the horn rim glasses and the Louise Brooks bob)
But enough about me........... let me tell you what I did this weekend........
I had a delightful lunch in a Chinese restaurant, I rarely have dessert, but they had Bubble Tea. I had heard about this for a few years but never crossed it's path before. There it was! I had to try it.
The one I had was a lilac color- unlike any food stuff I had ever seen, it was more like a color you would find on "My Little Pony" . At the bottom of the glass was about a half an inch of navy blue tapioca pearls. I'll let you reflect on that image for a second.
The glass of bubble tea is served with a wide straw, big enough for the pearls of tapioca to flow through. As you begin to sip the liquid (a subtle fruity blend of ...well it's not really tea and it's not really juice...) the tapioca pearls begin to flow through the straw as well.
It's a sensation that takes a few moments to adjust to. I expected that the tapioca would be a bit mushy , but it was oddly chewy.
All in all, a silly way to end a meal. In a good way.
My favorite part of this whole episode was this evening when I was describing this experience to a friend , she dubbed it a "Snacktivity". Perhaps the greatest new word of this young millennium.
ps I will also be shocked if some food company does not market Bubble Tea to the children of the world , soon
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