No it wasn’t all you drug-addled nitwits! 
It was about growing up and the loss of innocence.
Fine. ::sits and waits for a frolicbuddy::
<feels bad for making CB sit down>
You can still be a rascal!
Someone noticed my sig. line!
Grump.
It’s snowing. I don’t want snow. I have to get up on the roof and put up the Christmas lights this weekend, and I can’t do that if there’s snow. Hopefully it’ll melt before then - November is usually too early for it to stay. Actually, my Christmas lights would already be up (I normally use the handy “don’t bother to take them down” method), but I had to take them down last week because the roof was being re-shingled.
I also need to make up a new Lighting Plan™ because I got some LED Christmas lights a couple of weeks ago, and now, of course, I want to use them somewhere. I don’t think I have enough to go around the edge of the roof, though, and you can’t link them with the regular lights. Maybe around the garage door or on some of the bushes.
I finished removing the last set of window bars from the basement windows this weekend. The previous owner was apparently paranoid about burglars, since he not only put bars on all five basement windows, he also hammered BBs into the sockets of each and every one of the 56 1½" #10 Robertson round-head wood screws fastening them to the window frames. This has made removal interesting, involving carefully clamping my smallest vice-grip pliers on the head of the screw, turning ¼ turn, unclamping, re-clamping, turning another ¼ turn, repeat ad infinitum. This is not counting the one window where he used a different, rounder-headed style of screw without the narrow shoulder found on the others, where I had to drill the BBs out because there was nothing for the vice-grips to clamp onto.
Mika is right, at least according to the guys that wrote the song.
http://www.snopes.com/music/songs/puff.htm
(Hey, there should be at least one attempt at the whole ignorance fighting thing in the MMP.)
I hate my job. I hate the people who work with me. And Mandy the Martian cannot do simple division and multiplication. She’s a phone sanitizer for sure.
My ignorance is hereby fought. But I still like my idea better. Of course, I also still like to think that the Vapors’ “Turning Japanese” is about masturbation, even though it isn’t.
Mostly just because I like being able to say “masturbation” in public.
I like the homosexual undertones of the song better… 
Aww, thanks. If it’s any consolation, I have to be skedaddling to work here in a bit.
Awwww, thanks, Rue! I’m trying to continue the *Uncle Rue Story Guy * tradition, although I can’t match your creativity.
Incidentally, did I mention I wrote the MMP over the weekend and logged on for a few minutes before going to work in order to post it? Just sayin’… hint hint nudge nudge
Oh yeah, we’re back from the Dr and from dinner (mmmmm, ribs) and FCD is good to go. He’s got a note saying he can go back to work on Monday, and the Dr said he can drive. (Of course he can - he’s been driving for 2 weeks now!) So except for some aches and a little residual numbness which the Dr said will eventually return to normal, he’s pretty much good to go! Yay! Now I can stop nagging at him, right? 
I should be taking apart a ham. I have Mr. Lissar’s express permission to goof off today, but I think I should do a bit of work so I don’t have as much for tomorrow. The new computer keyboard is all clicky.
My doctor does not know why I can’t sleep, but I now have fun sleep causing drugs.
Puff the Magic Dragon always made me cry when I was little. It’s like the ending of Fern Hill:
*…I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.*
Do you know it was something like 20 years before I realized that Puff was actually a toy (“painted wings and giant strings make way for other toys”)? Twenty years! Yes, I can be slow on the uptake sometimes…
Puff was a toy?
:eek:
Oh, the illusions shattered here.
But I do love the Ogden Nash poem that it was based on…
Well jayjay, I’m not sure that I’d ever realized that Puff was a toy (until you just now mentioned it, that is), so that makes 40-something years before it clicked. Do I win an award? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze?
This has been a very educational MMP, I must say. Everything about pertussis, and about Puff too. (Things that start with the letter “p” seem to be our specialty, don’t they?)
As a work of art, the song is subject to interpretation, so even if the authors didn’t intend it, it can be about weed AND have homosexual overtones and just about anything else you can find evidence for. (Of course, we could probably fight about what constitutes evidence…). So, there! (Did I do that right, swampy?)
Lissla, since when have you required Mr. Lissar’s express permission to goof off? Just askin’.
Congrats on the new job, scout! Nice to know they’ll actually be using your skills… Hey…I have a question for you and for susan (and for anyone else who cooks and keeps recipes online). Do use specific software or a website or something more generic? I have a bunch of recipes on paper and some in various formats on my computer, but now that I have a laptop, I want to use it as the main access point for any recipes that I store electronically. I haven’t researched anything, but thought I’d start here and then maybe start a thread elsewhere…
And then my phone rang and I was interrupted for about an hour and now it’s past my bedtime so I’ll just say goodnight, I guess I’ll have to catch up tomorrow.
GT
P stands for pointless.
I rest my case.
Off to watch Jon Stewart and then to bed. Neck is still sore–may take another Flexeril tonoc. Do need to work out tomorrow. Also have to cat to vet (ha! that is always interesting).
Well, Puff’s toyicity is not quite as obvious as PPM’s other toy song (It went “Zip” when it moved and “Pop” when it stopped,/ “Whirrr” when it stood still/I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will), but ever since I really heard the line about the painted wings I managed to twig to it. Again, though, that’s my interpretation based on the line. I don’t even know if it’s really what they had in mind.
I just had an “OY!” evening myself. I finally got World of Warcraft running again after a mini-patch that was distributed today messed things up. Had to reinstall and then download the latest full patch, then download the mini-patch, then fix all my interface modifications… sigh I got to actually play for about 10 minutes.
Soon I’ll go to bed as well. I was BEAT today…tired as heck and felt like I’d been kicked around the block by very large steel-toed boots.
I use MasterCook to organise my recipes. It’s very convenient for searching to use up ingredients. I also love the nutrition analysis. I also blog recipes & reviews.
Susan
And P is for Plaintiff, as in the Perpetually Perturbing Pinhead that’s making DH Pay $200 to the court clerk to file a response that says “Nuh-uh! You’re wrong!”
Usually, I just do passwords, but when the need occurs, my former self as a law clerk comes out and the filigreed legalese gets put to paper. The printer just finished chunking it all out, so tomorrow, I serve.