It's Back to School for You, Little Boy!

Heh, nice sig, seal_clubber

Wow, so I was out of town Friday thru Monday, so I kind of missed out on the Monday frenzy of hijackedness. I would like to point out a few things, though. Here they are in no particular order:

My mother teaches 1st or 2nd grade, and she’s up to her eyeballs in mission statements and vision. Sounds like a big waste of time to me (and her).

Cheese: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Vermont makes the best Cheddar around. Look here, they will even tell you themselves. I tend to get a little annoyed by the cheese commercials out here in sunny CA. They mock (yes, mock) the cows from VT, then close with the upbeat “Good cheese comes from happy cows. Happy cows come from California.” Makes me want to scream. The minute I have some good CA cheese I’ll let you know, but don’t hold your breath. And I passed some cows in a holding pen on my travels this weekend that didn’t look too happy. Just barren dirt as far as the eye could see, and thousands of cows standing around. In the desert. This of course, gave my almost vegitarian (she eats fish and eggs and milk and stuff) girlfriend something to harp on about for the next, oh, I don’t know, 284 miles. Good times.

Farmer tans: Rue, I think I’ve got you beat on the whole farmer tan thing. My upper arms are so white they actually give off light. I’ve really got to do something about it.

wine: I just spent last weekend (and way to much money) in various “wine countries” here in sunny CA. Who (whom?) ever invented free wine tasting is a very, very special person (not special as in special, just special, you know?). Now I have a closet full of inexpensive yet wonderful wine. Yippee!

I can’t beleive no one has said “Fuzzy Cheese Mom” yet.

In closing, I would like to point out that everytime I use spellcheck on this interweb machine it crashes, so I hope I haven’t embarrassed myself too much (with the spelling, I mean. I think this post stands by itself in the field of embarrassment.).

Oh, and Ex, nice job with the whole “This is just too difficult.” thing, which brings us back to a MMP a couple weeks back. We’ll be talking about platypi in no time.

-tool (longwinded-ly)

Muscadine wine is good. I’ve made a lot of it (and consumed even more), and there’s a winery in Natchez, Mississippi that specializes in it, not far from my old stomping grounds (as it were). I grew up in Louisiana, and we had bunches of muscadines. Well, not really, because muscadines don’t come in bunches. They just pop up all over the vines, so there are no real strategic locations in the eternal turf war against the squirrels and raccoons. Have you ever seen a drunk squirrel? You see, the thick hulls on muscadines keep the juices in very well, and if some yeast gets in, the juice will ferment, so sometimes you find a bunch (well, you know what I mean) of muscadines that have turned to wine on the vine. It only takes a few to get a squirrel good and drunk. Drunken squirrels are funny. Muscadines are funny, too, but only because you pronounce it “musky-dimes”. At least, you do if you’re from Louisiana.

Mission: To make and consume muscadine wine.

Vision: Double.

I like cheese. Especially cheddar.

Summer is over.
School has once again rejoin’d.
Autumn falls on us.

Have you seen red Mars?
Its approach is now quite close.
Big red Mars spells doom.
-Rue. (5-7-5)

Thanks, lightingtool, I was afraid it was either too stupid or too obscure. Maybe we could toss in some stuff about echidnas this time, although given my confusion over the whole venomous-spurs-on-the-platypus thing, that might not be a great idea.

Sorry this response took so long, swampbear but I got distracted by something shiny. I mean work. Yeah, work, that’s the ticket. For your information, we do, in fact, make cheddar cheese around here. Not right in the city, you understand, but that doesn’t really matter since this town ain’t all that big in the first place. It’s pretty good stuff too, whatever those interlopers from Vermont say.

I’ve also got some pretty strong opinions about wine, 'cause I’m an expert. I don’t drink that cheap stuff with the screw tops. Nope. I only drink the classy stuff with the corks you have to pull out with your teeth.

BTW, seal_clubber, I strongly second Rue’s suggestion to e-mail TubaDiva. They get testy about sock puppets around here, even if you have a good reason.

Oh crap.

If we start in with the haiku I’ll never get anything done today.

Labor Day Weekend -
Me and my sweetie alone.
Good times to be had.

Have I offended
Exgineer called me swampbear
'stead of Angel Pants

Five this afternoon
Co-workers around my pool
Please don’t let it rain

Haiku taxing mind
Getting hard to think them up
I need some coffee

-swampbear (to fuzzy minded to think of anything to put here)

Oh, baby! If I wasn’t married and if you weren’t attached, I’d be all over you, you classy guy you! :smiley:

It’s not the pulling the corks out with your teeth that chicks dig. It’s the accurate spitting of said corks that wins many a heart.
Screw-top wines are not
as Jake as you’d think, are they?
Corks are finest kind.

Fizzy wines to tickle
A young lady’s nose, enough kick
to make panties drop.

Sing the cheese glories!
Cultured milk goodness!
A mouth symphony.

The spitting of corks
Is a skill mastered by few
Come, join the elite

I apologise
I meant no harm nor insult
To my friend Angel Pants

Cheese is most divine
A joy to all the senses
Except when it’s green

Seductive haiku
Tempting me with it’s beauty
Getting me fired

I’m thinking in fives
And then again in sevens
When will it ever end?
I just wrote a poem
With no wine, cheese or insects
Do I still fit in?
Oops, wine, cheese and bugs
Have now appeared in my verse
I’ve followed the crowd.
Anyone up for a sonnet?

The hijackedness
of the threads of Rue DeDay
make life worth living.

Today, here, it’s hot.
I just had a big ole lunch,
though consumed indoors.

Haiku isn’t my
strong suit. Obviously. Oi!
But I can write scripts!

Bottles of wine go
Clincky-clink on my floor, they
Make cheezy music

I can’t get no-o
Satisfaction. I can’t get
No girl reaction

I always thought that
Lyric was “Girlie Action,”
Not “girl reaction.”

The interweb taught
Me something new today. I
fight ignorance good.

Oh, crap. I’m gonna
Get fired if I keep this
Up. Gotta go now
(phew)

Aw Ex old buddy
Everything is jake, jake, jake
I’m still Angel Pants

Now I have to go
And get my pool set up for
The big staff social

All is correct now
Angel Pants likes me again
But what about Rue?

FairyChatMom rules
she approves of the corks
I feel justified

Rue is one great guy
He starts great threads for the lame
We can’t compare.
I’m getting screwed up again, because I can barely tie my own shoes without help. Is “angel” one syllable or two? I think I’ve gone both ways here. Seriously, pronuciation is regional, right?

Okay, okay. I screwed up for the 1401[sup]st[/sup] time. You guys have to cut me some slack here, because I’m just a newbie, or small and weak, or generally pitiful, or just plain stupid.

That’s it, I’m stupid. You all have to be nice to me now, because I’m disabled. 'Cause I’m stupid. There’s a Federal Law (or an Act of Congress, or something) that says so. So there.

What happened to the cheese and the adorable little kids in pre-school?

Ex - (who can’t really get the hang of this, so he goes for “disjointed” instead of “verbose”)

Angel is 2 syllables. So is Angle, in case you were wondering.

I’m having cheese for my mid-moring snack again tomorrow - I already checked to be sure it isn’t green and/or fuzzy.

As for adorable little kids, the adorable little boy 2 houses away just learned to ride his 2-wheeler without training wheels. He was so proud! He told me ALL about it!

And you’re not a newbie - sheesh! You’re one of my harem boys - didn’t you know that? You may even be second in line after Rue, depending upon how I feel any given day. :wink:

And I think disjointed is fun!

Feeling Very New
With merely triple digits
Among your thousands

To Rue or not to
‘style Rue,’ a challenge, Can you?
Gauntlet at my toes

Spell Check is my friend
Friends I should be with preview
:smack: is one syllable?

:smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley:
:rolleyes: :confused: :rolleyes: :confused: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :confused:
:smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smack:

How unique, Wyatt,
This smiley face poetry
just leave me speechless.

That is pretty darned clever, isn’t it. Well done, Wyatt.

'Scuse me while I go dust off my harem-boy costume.