You can’t rush Art, but he also doesn’t like to be late for dinner. He’s got himself quite an appetite. But sometimes he just has to stop and pet the ferrets, you know?
I heard on the radio this morning (NPR, so you KNOW it’s true ;)) that so far this year San Diego has had more rain than Seattle. That’s not right. The apocalypse must be drawing near.
Funny that as Lissla and I were simultaneously posting, we both decided to discuss the weather. Thanks for making me look like a complete wimp, woman. 
Yeah, how scary is that? I’m thinkin’ the Evergreen State won’t be so green this summer. It has been cold and clear here. Not a single drop of rain.
And, it dang well better NOT be raining when I come to San Diego. I want to see the nice, sunny, warm weather that San Diego is reputed as having.
Lessee, it’s Monday and a holiday so I’m home. I’m going to make some coffee here because I can’t quit yawning. I have to do my taxes today. The hubby isn’t home and the kids are sleeping, so hopefullly I can get them done before it gets all crazy here.
Rue, wow…just…wow. Did you eat the whole 5lb bag of sugar?
merrily, I’m sorry that you’ve lost your pal. I’m planning on opening up a bottle of wine this evening, I’ll toast your pal then.
Wow, I just need to make some coffee NOW. I keep yawning.
As the only MMPer (I believe) who’s actually met swampy up close and personal - I even got a coupla hugs from him - I feel fully qualified to attest that he is, indeed, cute, for an old geezer. And he’s a good hugger. And he has reasonably impressive table manners for one of them thar Jawja country fellers. All in all, I highly recommend a swampbear encounter[sup]TM[/sup] should you have the opportunity.
When having a swampbear encounter[sup]TM[/sup] is it better to make yourself look big and scary or should you drop to the ground, cover your neck and play dead?
Wile E, I am ashamed of the naughty responses I came up with to your query… tsk tsk on me…
But in my experience, it’s best to accept the hug and hug back, then let him buy you dinner. It made for a lovely evening.
Are swampbears indigenous to Canada, or do they migrate north? I’m curious to examine a specimen closer up.
I also profess my undying love for whoever (the Little Woman?) gives** Rue** all his sugar.
If you know Haralson, swampy, then I can tell you exactly the house I lived in. You know when you turn onto Main Street off Highway 74 and it goes directly into the driveway of that old house on Line Creek Road? That was my house in 1996 and 1997.
I forgot about the Badger song! What a great tribute idea!
Badger was the sort of ferret that, if he had been human, he would have worn muscle shirts and a leather jacket when young, and had a cane and poked you impatiently with it when old. He would have read the MMP.
He would have liked waffles. Especially with raisins in them (it’s a ferret thing).
Now you all have me smiling again. Mmmmm…waffles…
I could go there right now! Course it wouldn’t be any fun cause you wouldn’t be there so I won’t.
I have been known to migrate north. Even as far as Canada. Ya never know where a swampbear may turn up Kythereia.
Wile E I am a hugger. I can be more, especially if what I’m hugging happens to be big and burly. Which I know you’re not. But I’d still hug. I likes hugging.
Let me add myself to the chorus of “Rue, lay off the sugar already!” Or maybe it’s “Exactly how much sugar did you ingest before writing that???” What I got from the OP was: some things are good, others are bad. Waffles are good. Also, the feeling that there was a bunch of stuff swooshing all over the place. I’m thinking that if I had half a clue about anime (other than it exists), I might have followed better. Of course, the point about the waffles was extremely important, so maybe I did get quite a bit out of the OP after all.
I made chicken and dumplings over the weekend, too, WileE. With Reames noodles, so I cheated a little bit. I’ve got two servings stowed away for later in the week.
Sorry about your pal, merrily. Sounds like he was a real character.
I spent the weekend trying to make order out of disorder before doing taxes. I’m almost there (I’m one of those lucky people who gets today off). I tend to forget that if I update Money with everything and file stuff when I’m done with it, taxes are less painful and are done sooner. Still, it’s kind of satisfying to have made it through various piles of paper, to have banished old stuff to the dungeon…er…I mean…basement, and to be rid of a bunch of unnecessary paper.
I’m sure there’s other important information to convey and/or respond to, but I’ve delayed getting back to my organizational efforts far too long, so I’ll stop for now.
GT
What is it with you people? “Who gave Rue sugar?” P’shaw! It wasn’t sugar because I hardly touch the stuff.
It was high fructose corn syrup.
Yay, snipping a bit of a Bettie tale not the best way to start a day neither, but sometimes ya just gotta put limits on things, ya know? Like having a Krungerian carry you in his armpit is real vivid-like, but it’s not as vivid as having an orange chested Magenta Tssultian pack leader decide you’d be a perfect second wife. Especially when Tssultian First Wife is still around and kicking (and I mean the kicking part literally, I do).
All I’m saying is you’re not the first person to hafta atmo dive from a bleeping ship 'cuz some bugs or whatnot found their way on board. First off, if your charimic screens weren’t up to the job of keeping coucarachas off your ship, you shouldn’t be tooling around that neck of the universe. Get yourself one of the new Gekko charmic screens–my brother-in-law will give you a good deal on Riso 12, just don’t mention my name.
And as for the Yakuza slavers–c’mon, ya had to be joking? A human and a Krungerian could handle a fleet of Yaks before breakfast and still have time for waffles. You must think you’re telling stories to a bunch of landers that never got past Mars if you expect us to be worried about Yaks. Now, I’ll grant you, them having a ship and you being on a burning planet swings favor in their direction, but the little curd eaters still power their ships with pogwere stones, and you know what pogwere does to a Krungerian. Human reaction’s none too shabby, neither, so they might have gotten you on the ship, but they’d be floatin’ space junk 'fore you went a parsec.
I will give ya that Bettie is the finest ship around and dang if I know why she sets her cap on you. I’m thinkin’ one of the reason you’re so stingy about taking folks on board is that you’re 'fraid if Bettie ever gets a chance to meet some real spacers, she’ll leave you planet-bound and flat broke. (Are you ever not flat broke?) If that girl ever got the chance to work with someone with a bit of wit, they’d both be legends (and very,very rich) inside a decade. Being a pirate to the pirates is as lucrative as it is risky, but when ya know the right people, it can be real sweet. All I’m saying is, teamed with Bettie, nothing in the universe ought to cause you sweat, and if you want to go on telling these here adventures of yours, you got to put some actual danger into them, else we’re start thinking you’re just a desk jockey driving last year’s floater and dreaming of fighting Qappudians and Xerexs.
Now, if I had more time, I’d tell ya all about the time a ran into a bunch of Three-Armed Hoverite Space Ferrets–the leader of which was wearing a muscle shirt and wanted my skin so as to make a leather jacket to complete the look, but some of us promised to play with the cat and can’t keep her waiting any longer ('less I want a “surprise” in my shoe–she’s a good cat, but she takes playtime seriously).
Ummm, Kallessa, are there Peeps available in your region already? Or did you ingest high fructose corn syrup too?
Just askin’ is all.
GT
I’m going to Disneyland on March 11th-12th, so I’m hoping, Taters that a nice warm front moves in then and sticks around for a week or two. We can but hope.
Which is odd, caus I’m your average-above-average state employee and we get 8 odd days off a year, and my wife - a Private sectorer - gets 10.
(Old fallacies die hard I guess.)
But I will add that we’re really PC in that you can take off either MLK day or Ceasar Chavez day, but not both…I figure if we’re gonna be progressive, they both deserve their own day.
(and waffles in a Sulferous atmo)
An alarm goes off in my brain when the words waffles and Peeps are used in the same thread.
BTW, Monday is my only full day off each week. I’d really like to join your club. Do I need a sponsor or can I just ease into the fray unobtrusively?
It’s not anime Trav’, the Bettie is my spaceship. She’s real cool as long as I keep spare parts on hand. Sometimes we have adventures. Sometimes adventures have us. (It’s the third thing there.) The sad thing is, you can’t read up on how I got such a scorchin’ ride. It was lost in the Winter of Our Missed Content. It was the worst loss of 'em all, if you ask me.
Of course, I was dead that one time so I could be remembering it wrong.
I am impressed, Kalley.
Much sympathy about the muscle-shirt-wearing ferret.
Sorry, scout. It’s just, you know, cold up here.
You know what would be worse than termites? Wood ninjas. Hidin’ in the ceiling chewing woodwork and tossin’ throwing stars around… very dangerous. What you need to do is put a big pile of poisoned sushi by their holes. They carry it back in and the whole hive dies.
Off to snow-fort.
Beckwall has been nominated into the MMP clan… can I get a second?