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Kalley, honey, this may not be a good thing. You may want to keep that piece of information to yourself, if you know what I mean. 
I understand dangergene’s posts perfectly well also. Ya just have to project yourself into that caffienated, stream of conscious mode that he posts in. I imagine him sitting at his puter wearing one of those hats that has room for like two cans of your favorite beverage on it with plastic tubing coming out of the hat and cans coming together to form one plastic tube which he can place in his mouth and suck down Coca Cola while he’s a’keybordin’ away! 
Speaking of Coca Cola, I tried one of those C2 things yesterday. ICK! ICK! ICK! It tasted like coke tastes when the ice gets all melty. Glad I bought just one and not that 18 pack thingy that was on sale.
I’m going to Hooters [sup]TM[/sup] tonight. Gonna get me some hot wings! Or as we say ‘round here “wangs.” How odd, our swampy is going to Hooters, you say? Why it’s not odd at all. I like their wangs. They’re good. But, you say, Hooters is that place where the waitresses dress in skimpy tops and short, short, short shorts. Why would a boy who likes boys go in a place like that, you ponder. Oh, Pshaw! I say. I’ve seen plenty of women dressed like that in the mall. Ain’t nuttin’ special bout all that. Besides the wangs is good and the beer is cold. That’s why I’m a’ goin’. Well, that and somebody else is payin’.
-swampbear (maybe I’ll buy a tshirt)
I like going to Hooters, too, swampy, and I also don’t go for the waitresses. Heck, we’ve even taken our innocent child there - and I believe she has one of the shirts that she sleeps in.
In other news, it’s gonna be a sweaty, working weekend. We’re going up to my mom’s to fix the floor of her shed and repair/replace the doors so she doesn’t have to use a rock as a doorstop to keep it closed. Is that manly enough for you, Ex?
i’m a bit confused… isn’t a pontianak a motor vehicle? is this some sort of stephen king christine thing?
i think i solved the love corner problem by using my sdmb valentines. once again the sdmb comes through with a solution.
YAHOOO, TATERS!!! I’M HAPPY FOR YA GIRL!!!
Thanks for all the congrats! I’m excited, a little nervous, and strangely enough, pretty confident.
The job is a newly created position, so this means the duties will grow, but that is to be expected. For right now the main portion of my new job will be tracking how much health care/how many patients are being sent to the outside contractor. I’ll do this via various databases. My job title will be Health Systems Specialist. I’m currently a Management and Program Analyst.
In other news, we WERE going to go dancing in Seattle tonight, but hubby is feeling ill. Could it be because he doesn’t WANT to dance? :dubious: I doubt it; we had a few (very few drinks) last night with some friends and practiced dancing. We also played horse. We stayed up VERY late. I think he’s just exhausted and the booze hit him a little harder than usual. He had a very busy work week.
Ha! Hubby just read what I’ve posted above and chuckled about the dubious face comment.
I was supposed to go to the Great Northwest Dopefest today but couldn’t make it. Oh well. Maybe next time.
I understand dangergene’s posts. Of course, I drink a quad shot Americano in a 16 ounce cup. Straight and black. Then I proceed to a few other cups of coffee.
Well, I’m being booted for now. Hubby wants to game on the computer.
What? Nobody cares that I found a God named Bumba? Fine, I'll just call a halt to my research in findings God with names similar to the darlin's that post here. See if I don't!
Kalley, I absolutely care that you found a God named Bumba, why, I have long believed Bumba to have Godlike qualities… though, none that would be appropriate to talk about in polite company!
And, just in case Bumbazine gets an opportunity sign on again in Michigan…can’t wait for you to get home!!
A few weeks ago, DH got locked in the bathroom by a faulty doorknob. (It fell off when he tried to open the door.) He managed to get the knob on far enough that he could get the door open, then we ignored it for a couple more weeks until it fell off again (again, with him inside the bathroom).
Next payday, I (wife, not husband) went to Wal-Mart and got a new doorknob for the bathroom. That afternoon, I removed the old doorknob and put the new one on. Not being able to find anything wrong with the old one except a loose screw, I decided to use it to replace the bedroom doorknob (which had a tendency not to latch, causing more than one “oops” when a child walked in at an inopportune moment). When I took apart the bedroom doorknob, though, I discovered that it actually was broken. I replaced it with the old “broken” bathroom doorknob, and I don’t think DH would have noticed if I hadn’t point the switcheroo out to him.
Fixing doorknobs is actually very easy. If the screw is blocked by the knob, there’s usually a little lever on the side of the sleeve that you can push in with a standard screwdriver. When you push in the lever, you can pull out the knob, and get to the screws easily. No special equipment needed.
Kiminy
Whoa! There’s that funky quote thing happening again. :eek:
Okay, I’m packed and ready to go. Does anybody think two suitcases for six days is too much? 
Well, I just want to be ready for any occasion. Forget that I’ll probably be wearing a bathing suit most of the time.
Anyway, I’ll be missing the MMP so please, Rue, don’t make it one that everybody will be hooting over and all look sympathetic or sumpin cause I’m a moron who warn’t here when it happened an all…kay?
Mmmmph!! Mmmmph!! Kisses, kisses, kissies, everybody!
Tupug
(Till Fried Egg)
I got all excited when I read this and ran to my bedroom door to inspect the loose knob for a sleeve-lever…not on my doorknobs 
I have yet to get an angled screwdriver to repair it.
The lever thing is hard to spot. It’s usually a very small flat piece that is flush with the sleeve of the doorknob, against the door, about as long and flat as the end of a standard screwdriver. It doesn’t really jump out at you and say “I’m a lever!” You have to inspect the circumference of the sleeve to find it. It might also be on the shaft.
Kiminy
Hallooo HALLOOOO! I just barely made it here before the MMP that was a TMP was retired, phew! I tried to post on monday before I left but there was no there to post there so I just ran away to help my aunt and uncle move without an adieu post.
Well, they’re all moved, first it was up to Camarillo to load stuff up and then down and over to Tucson to unload. Because it’s my family, we got there early and goofed around, then stayed late and goofed some more. There were standard doorknobs in both houses, old and new, working and non. The house is decorated in early '70’s beige, feh, not Mission or Arts and Crafts or Shaker, sad to say. My place is a lovely mix of Mission influenced Shaker and no matter what you say about the style, you have to admit that simple is better when it comes to dusting.
Congrats to Taters and condolences to Shibb. I have absolutely no problem understanding dangergene and I went to Home Depot to get a new toilet seat and the one I wanted they didn’t have. Only the sample to tease me. It’s hinges would have been a lovely brushed nickel, but they’ll have to wait. And rocking chair, a pontianak is a river, that you drive your car into. See?
Also, I’ve read traditional chinese scary stories and the illustrations of the bad guys make me soooo not want to watch a movie of them.
jeepers creepers! I’m not sure how to make this this understandable for Ex and Welb, but… y’know, I’ll try.
Um… where’s this week’s MMP?
I don’t have much to add to last weeks, I still have to explain the Toyol, don’t I?
Anyhoo, here’s a Young master tale from this morning:
The YM has a new word,
it’s terribly cute. Yes it is. His new words is ‘Dick’. (I can hear all the prudish, fuddy-duddies turning off or calling in to the station as we speak). Well, y’see, the radio, tuned to JJJ, broadcasting out of Oz (I listen over the darling of the ether that is THE INTERNETTE!) was playing Bodycount’s classic ode to the male appendage and its erstwhile ways, ‘Evil Dick’ (possibly also an ode to Nixon’s foreign policy and the Watergate Scandal/China, etc. But I was a wee young’un then, so mayhaps some of the older kids can explainorate (a la Welby’s explainoration of this li’l Dangergene’s postistas)).
So, the young master is a-dancin’ and a-shakin’ and the chorus is a-playin’, wherein the ever-loving Ice-T sings, ‘dick’ over and over and over (the linguistic complexities of this song are not to be underestimated). So YM turns to his ol’ dad and laughs and shouts, ‘Diiii’, which could have passed as baby-talk gobbledygook in polite circles, but in the hard-rockin (but straight edge) Danger household we know that ‘Diiiii’ is YM for… well… ‘dick’.
And so there it is.
Now i’m going to save the Toyol for this week’s MMP, or TMP or… something.
And sorry to disappoint Dr Welb, but not only am I kinda straightedge (hell, my viceless ways have been called ‘puritanical’ on these very boards), but indeed, I’m on the 3rd moon of jupiter… er… Singapore (not the third moon), and well… they don’t have peyote here, being half a world away (is Peyote some kind of wild dawg?). What they do have is a nifty death sentence for drug offenders (this seems to be deriguer* in south-east asia). Now, bear in mind that the penalty is only nifty if the perpetator is actually guilty, if he/she is innocent, well… that would suck!!! (gosh, this got all serious, like a GD thread or something).
So… Swampy’s vision of me is close, but I don’t wear THAT hat in the office, not the one with the cans. That’s only when I needs special MMP inspiration, or design inspiration… Besides the aluminium one is so pretty, the way it catches the light just so.
And, I have to that, cos it keeps them out of my head. OUT, I SAY!
what the hell was I writing?
Oh, yeah, the real question is, if I’m this hyper when I’m untwisted, do you REALLY want to read posts from the Dangergene ‘one step beyond’ as it were?
Yeah… YEAH!!! That’s what I thought!
Now I’m gonna go and look for that MMP. It has to be around here somewhere.
*I KNOW I misspelt that!
Denial is the first sign of addiction, friend Dangergene. The nice men that are coming won’t hurt you. Just make sure you leave the door unlocked.