OkAy - I’vE hAd sOmE cAffEInE - I’m fEElIng mUch bEttEr, nOw.
Rosie, I think you may need to go and lie down for a while!
Sean, you are definitely going to be on The List after that comment…
Stay away from the waterfront. The city gets nicer as you go higher up Mt Carmel.
Yeah, you can’t trust them! Tho I should be careful, seeing as how I’m going there next month and all.
Yawn…
It rained, thundered, lightning’d and stuff like that ALL NIGHT, and it’s raining right now.
I’ll start getting some work done, but I may have to run to build the Ark…
I discovered that in Latin. Every “evaluation period” we had two exams; the first I barely flunked, for the second I’d make cheatsheets but not use them, and get a barely-pass, average pass.
My problem was lack of attention in class (I could see the sunset behind the teacher), so the attention needed to write that small did the job.
I had a terrible, terrible dream that I had to take Classical Greek aand Latin, and I was already flunking. I could still speak pretty fair French in the dream, though. Mostly I can’t anymore when I’m awake.
Welcome to everyone! Have some chocolate!
Yawn. Today I have to do extensive phone calling of doctors and midwives and hospitals. And I should pick up some more boxes from work. Everyone there must be in tense, pre-Harry-Potter mode. Tomorrow will be crazy with people coming in and saying stuff like, “Why can’t I get my copy this afternoon?”
I’m sorry, but we don’t even get them until almost release time, and if we give you yours early, we’ll be firebombed.
Mornin’!
Hey BooFae, my Best English Friend grew up in Kent – in Hartlip, near Sittingbourne. Know it? She lives in Somerset now.
Dotty, I nosed through your pictures again after looking at your yummy brownies. I love your wedding photos. So exotic!
It rained and poured and thundered and lightninged and carried on here last night. Rain at last! But we’re in a drought. I think we need 7 more inches to catch up. I trust no one will <snerk> at that comment. 
Today I’m bringing two of my children and one nephew to work for a photo shoot. We have an appalling lack of photographs of kids at computers for publicity materials, so I’ve offered up my offspring. Should be fun, seeing as how they’re all so cute and everything. Said the modest mother. 
swampy, I’m enjoying your adventures in beer manufacturing. If only public television marketing were half as interesting as being sprayed with beer and pummeled with half-full cans! Well, actually, I think the two are quite similar after all. 
Did I tell you guys the racoon dream I had? I posted it in my LJ but I can’t remember if I posted it here or not.
Let me know if anyone remembers, because I don’t want to post it twice.
It was miserable and rainy (but pleasantly mild) when I left for work this morning. Now it’s sunny and dry, save for what’s still pooled on the ground. Gots my caffeine, which will be necessary for what I expect to be a busier day than yesterday, as Thursdays tend to be around here. (And it has been so far. Dammit, people, can’t you see I’m trying to post to the MMP and enjoy my coffee? No consideration, I tell you.)
rosie - Us? Spy on you? Remember that we have CSIS. The intelligence agency who thoroughly failed to notice when a local newspaper performed an experiment by parking a suspicious black van outside their Toronto headquarters in a high traffic area where nothing should have been parked. Especially with the driver still behind the wheel, seeming for all the world to be casing the joint.
Yeah, we might spy on you. But if you don’t hear the bushes rustling, you’ll probably start thinking that something is up when the other agent falls out of the tree.
Dotty - I can’t look at those. Every time I do my diet starts writing a suicide note.
gt - I always kinda wondered about that whole fried chicken and watermelon stereotype. (I didn’t know about liquor and such; I only ever heard the first two growing up.) I didn’t know it originated from Minstrel Shows, but it does make sense. It does make me wonder though whence came the idea that fried chicken and watermelon were particularly prevalent foodstuffs amongst Black culture in the first place. Though that was a long time ago, I’ve actually never known any black folk who had any more love for chicken or watermelon than any other human being – myself included, as I like both, too.
Not that racism is fuelled by logic or anything…
Anna - Hey, another new Mumper! That, what … 4 this week? We’re gonna need bigger quarters. Maybe an amphitheater, if this keeps up. Sit a spell, hang around. We’re all about that which is too mundane even for a thread in MPSIMS. 
SCL - Yes, orange cats do tend to have personality. Ours does, certainly. Specifically, the personality of a dog. He’s big and gregarious, loves his tummy rubbed, loves to lick you, and he barks.
Hey! It only took me an hour and change to write this. Not bad given how busy it’s been this morning.
SwampBeer, your beermaking stories are starting to sound like my fire and ambulance tales. Wasted beer is usually a bigger emergency than what I deal with, however.
Well, if you put it that way…
Off to be a shelf serf. Rained like hell here last night; we needed it. Humid as hell here today (yes, hell will be humid with mosquitos and no bug repellant).
Scribbles-I had forgotten that scrawl was in your username–can’t ahve a nick with something sensible like that…Scribbles it is.
Yum…Brownies! I want some!
I’d tell all of you who I really am and what I do here, but then I’d have to kill you…
Mork’s cat barks. I must know more.
Good morning! Dang, you guys are keeping me busy just trying to read the MMP.
Welcome to all the new mumpers (I love that word!) - sorry if I’ve missed any individually.
Not much happening of note. Just work and stuff - I’m off tomorrow! I’ll be taking the dogs to the park - to hell with the mud. Afterward, Erinie has an appointment with the groomer. And I have other errands to run, and I’m gonna go shopping. I need some new shirts, I’m tired of these.
Oh - the news from the second doctor for Mr Rebo. He just gave him more pills, a strong NSAID to help with the sciatica in his leg. The doc says it should heal by itself, and he shouldn’t need a cortisone shot. If it continues, then call again. 
Whatever. It actually helps him a lot if he lays flat on the floor and does his little stretching exercises.
Happy Thursday, mumpers!
Ok, yeah the meeting’s over obviously. I hate morning meetings. Blah.
Anyway, Scribbles, here’s the translation. It’s very repetitive and obviously a song about keeping secrets!
- Aur aahista kijiye baatein, dhadakane koi sun raha hoga -
Labj girane na paaye honton se, waqt ke haath inako chun lenge
Kaan rakhate hain ye darodiva, raaj ki saari baat sun lenge
Aur aahista kijiye baatein *
Whisper to me softly, someone may be listening
Don’t let the words just fall from your mouth, choose the right time
People are always listening, someone may hear our secret
Whisper to me softly
- Aise bolo ki dil ka afasaana, dil sune aur nigaah doharaaye -
Apane chaaro taraf ki ye duniya Saans ka shor bhi na sun paaye, na sun paaye
Aur aahista kijiye baatein, dhadakane koi sun raha hoga
Labj girane na paaye hoton se, waqt ke haath inako chun lenge
Kaan rakhate hain ye darodiva, raaj ki saari baat sun lenge
Aur aahista kijiye batein… *
Tell the story of your heart in such a way that my heart never forgets
So this world all around us doesn’t even hear the sound of our breath
Whisper to me softly, someone may be listening
Don’t let the words just fall from your mouth, choose the right time
People are always listening, someone may hear our secret
Whisper to me softly
- Aayiye band karale darwaaje, raat sapane chura na le jaaye -
Koi jhonka hawa ka aawara, dil ki baaton ko uda na le jaye, na le jaye
Aur aahista kijiye baatein, dhadakane koi sun raha hoga
Labj girane na paaye hoton se, waqt ke haath inako chun lenge
Kaan rakhate hain ye darodiva, raaj ki saari baat sun lenge
Aur aahista kijiye baatein*
Let us go and shut the doors so the night does not steal our dreams
Some stray gust of wind may take our hearts’ words and fly away with them
Whisper to me softly, someone may be listening
Don’t let the words just fall from your mouth, choose the right time
People are always listening, someone may hear our secret
Whisper to me softly
- Aaj itane karib aa jaao , duriyon ka kahi nishaan na rahe -
Aise ek dusare me gum ho jayen, faasala koi darmiya na rah jaye, na rah jaye
Aur aahista kijiye baatein, dhadakane koi sun raha hoga
Labj girane na paaye hoton se, waqt ke haath inako chun lenge
Kaan rakhate hain ye darodiva, raaj ki saari baat sun lenge
Aur aahista kijiye baatein*
Come so close to me today that not even the mark of the world remains
Let us get so lost in each other no difference remains
Whisper to me softly, someone may be listening
Don’t let the words just fall from your mouth, choose the right time
People are always listening, someone may hear our secret
Whisper to me softly
I made a dog meow once.
Put it in a freezer for 3 days, took it out, and used a chainsaw on it. MEEEEOOOOOOW…
Ellen - I grew up in Rochester which is not too close to Hartlip, but I do know the area pretty well!
:dubious: Still don’t want to report on your virus treatments, when I asked ever so nicely yesterday?
Yes, he barks. Whereas most cats will meow, sometimes at great length, Charlie (the moggy in question) will simply “Meh!” That’s all he does. “Meh! Meh!” Except when he’s particularly glad to have finally attracted your attention. Then he’ll be all like, “Meh-row-rowrow-reh!” None of this “Meoooow” business for him. And for a big cat, he’s got a surprisingly high-pitched bark, too. Upon first hearing him, you get the same sort of logical disconnect when he barks as you do addressing a bearded, hulking, 6’8" wrestling-type and having him respond in a startlingly effeminate voice.
He’s definitely a unique sort of kitty.
Doggio - That’s … that was … :dubious: :eek: 
The Straight Dope on malt liquor. Hey, we can learn stuff here! Whoda thunk it? 
Good Mornin’ Y’all! I’m up caffienated and even dressed. In a little while I’m meetin’ ol’ y’all know who at one of the local southern cookin’ [del]hog troughs[/del] buffet places for an earlyish lunch. We’re meetin’ at 11:15 cause he needs to be somewheres else by 12:30 and we can beat the heathen hoardes who start showin’ up betwixt 11:30 and Noon.
Excitatin’ huh?
BBBobbio some waste is just inevitable. Fillers don’t fill the way they should, end caps (cans) or crowns (bottles) don’t seal, the CO[sub]2[/sub] content screws up, bottles get mislabeled, and sometimes sump’n gets ejected off the line for no known reason other than one of the checkpoints just didn’t like it. That’s the price we pay for automation.
Off to mess around a bit. Later Y’all!