So, is the moon blue? Are there any cataclysmic events occurring (occuring? I can never decide)? Why, yes, I did just de-junk my bedroom (goodbye to something like 5 pairs of shoes) and vacuum and generally remove dust. I need to clean up the living room and dining room first thing tomorrow morning because my brother is supposed to be coming in sometime tomorrow evening. Of course, he’s taken to getting here before I get home from work, so it needs to be semi-decent before I go out the door in the morning.
Right now, I’m going to toddle off to bed with hopes of actually getting up 5-ish. It doesn’t have to be perfect for the little brother, but right now, there’s nowhere for him to put his stuff…
Oh, and thanks for the info-snacking info (<snerk>), gotti. Seems like a completely unnecessary term to me too…
Um, yeah. Info-snacking = stupid. (Let’s see if I can top the description of the cats. Here goes …)
As someone who likes to think of himself as among the cognoscenti, I tend to pay attention to language. When I see a new word, it presents a puzzle - what does it mean? how should I use it? what are the connotations or social contexts suggested by this word? how does it connect to what I already know? Because in my opinion, new and creative uses of language enrich us as people.
But every so often, there’s a word like “info-snacking.” Words like that make the Ooh-What’s-that-and-can-I-play-with-it center of my brain shrivel up and DIE. It symbolizes everything that’s wrong with America, Inc., by legitimizing the bite-sizing of information. News became headlines, headlines became sound bites. But apparently we don’t even have the attention span for those, so now we “snack” on our “info.” I don’t want to snack on information. I want full five-course meals of information that I can really sink my teeth into and fully digest. I want to have to sleep it off sometimes, when it’s an especially filling meal. I want turkeys of world politics, stuffings of science, and mashed potatoes of literature (books, good movies, etc), and maybe the occasional cranberry sauce of pop culture, with a bottle of wine of rational thought with which to wash it all down. American Media, you can take your “info-snacks” and use them to fuel the fireplace while my friends and loved ones and I sit around it to discuss Grown Up Things[sup]TM[/sup].
(How was that? I think that rant has been building for some time now.)
Wallflower, good to have you on, now that you’ve stopped being such a (warning: pun ahead) … wallflower. I’ve only just joined the MMP-ness myself, it’s great fun!
Ok, I called a lady who has kittens. She has 2 males. What I want. One is all gray, like a russian blue, no secret stripes. The other is the same color, but has white feet. They won’t be 8 weeks until Dec 23rd, She said I could take one on the 19th if I wanted. She wants $25, which I think is reasonable.
Do I want?
I looked on craigslist.com all afternoon, and she was the only one who hadn’t gotten rid of all their kittens, and wasn’t crazy.
There was one other, who wanted $100 for part Siamese, that looked like orange tabbies. And another claiming prue bred Siamese for $75 :dubious: with one “show quality” for $100. Too good to be true?
It seems like a lot of the people with kittens are a little looney. Not to say I’m not a lot looney, but I don’t want a looney kitten. I have one.
Welcome Wallflower! Send chocolate to FCM and beer and cookies (sometimes cockies) to me as dues payment. Also, posting some really weird/gross TMI is always welcomed.
gt I do believe this is the first time ever that I have heard a woman actually admit to throwing away shoes. I am impressed!
Now, what’s all this talk about rules? Stop it! Just stop it right now!
We had so much fun last night riding around lookin’ at Christmas tacky. I got out the 3D glasses (What? Doesn’t everybody have a pair of 3D glasses?) and we took turns looking at lights through them. Everybody except for ACBG, that is, cause he was driving and the driver does not get to wear 3D glasses. In my defense, I did offer to drive for a bit so he could look through the glasses but he declined. So, I was nice. Plus I made chicken ‘n dumplin’s, so I was double nice. Looking at Christmas tacky through 3D glasses is really jake. So is looking at streetlights and traffic lights through 3D glasses. Makes everything look all weird and surreal. We rode off half a tank of gas in ACBG’s big ol’ SUV! That’s a lot of ridin’ and lookin’. Of course I did almost the same thing in twuck on Sunday night when I was out scopin’ out places to see. We hit all the good Christmas tacky in Albeeny and Lee County. Even though I do not tacky up my yard, I am proud to say there is a good amount of it goin’ on throughout my 'hood. Yay for Christmas tacky!
I should really be putting my shoes on and going to work now. sigh But I’m not. Five more minutes, Mom.
Welcome Wallflower–we’re actually quite nice. Jake, even. Just remember that if anything disgusting happens, you have to tell us.
swampy, I love those houses that look like they threw up Christmas. I have to see if the people down the block have Santa’s Stargate up this year and take a picture of it. Just this enormous light wreath around their whole front entrance. It’s megatacky.
Santa’s Stargate. Hee! Drae. It reminds me of one of my favorite descriptions of Christmas tacky, provided by our own Eve. She was talking about those lit up Manger scenes and refered to them as “Christmas In Chernobyl”, the Holy Family all lit up from within. I <snerk> everytime I ride by one of those now.
I don’t think we’re gonna do much with outside decorating this year. But I will be on the look-out during the after Christmas sales for all kinds of cheap lights and gimcracks for next year. I am so going to annoy the neighborhood. They’re already gossiping up a storm about us - might as well have some fun torquing them off.
I’m violently angry at a workmate. He’s a gossipy type who’s gossip went too far, and now I get to have a meeting with my uber boss about the status of my job. On the plus side, as cold as it is, the body should stay fresh for a while. Hey, is that a butterfly?
Hey Wallflower, how YOU doin’? I’d sure like to paper your, um walls. And stuff. And then I could eat some Taters.
Lemon Bars:
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
2/3 cups confectioners sugar
3/4 cup butter
3 eggs
3 tblspoon all purpose
1/4 cup lemon juice
combine flour, confec sugar, and butter
pat dough into pand, bake at 350 for 20 minutes
while baking, whisk eggs, sugar, flour, lemon juice until frothy. pour over hot crust, continue baking 20-25 minutes or until light golden brown.
Dust with confectioner’s sugar and let cool. Makes enough for you to send me some.
My Scottish Terrier is named William. He’s black. His favorite food is chicken. Sometimes he barks.
Has anybody got one of the giant snowglobe blow-up thingies in their neighborhood? We have one. There’s a blower that makes the “snow” fly around and they are the quintessential Xmas tacky. Mr. Anachi luuurves em. I saw a little one at the market last Saturday and almost bought it for him.
spatial, Bravo! That was not only eloquent but also elegantly edible.
welby, I knew we could count on you.
Only 47 degrees here. I’m again. And, no, it doesn’t help that a high school friend e-mailed me from upstate NY this morning to tell me it was minus 13 You Ass degrees there. Not fit for human habitation I say.
Oh, and I forgot to tell you what the Santa’s Kitchen Hawaiian theme food was yesterday. Get this…Ham and Pineapple pizza. :rolleyes:
This morning another department is feeding us brunch and mimosas. That’s much better.
[QUOTE=Tupug Anachi]
Has anybody got one of the giant snowglobe blow-up thingies in their neighborhood? We have one. There’s a blower that makes the “snow” fly around and they are the quintessential Xmas tacky. Mr. Anachi luuurves em. I saw a little one at the market last Saturday and almost bought it for him.
This morning another department is feeding us brunch and mimosas. That’s much better.
/QUOTE]
Those snowglobe thingies are everywhere! They’re this year’s new and improved Christmas yard art must have! I still like the biiiiiiiiiiig inflatable Santa’s, snowmen, Rudolph’s etal that people deflate during the day. I like that it looks like some unspeakable carnage happened when it’s daylight out.
Brunch and mimosas. Now I am jealous. Hey You! Keep your hands off mimosa! <snerk>
Hello, all.
Grouchy and grinchy today-grrr. Went to put wet clothes in the dryer and found my dryer is no more. Tis dead.
Like I have time for this this week.
sposed to snow alot here today–so far only a dusting. Need to go to bank, shopping, meeting at work, and get dryer fixed. Seem to have lost the subjects of my sentences as well as definite articles. Does anyone mind?
Cats are boxes of hair. Mine knows where his food dish is (and complains about its empty state quite loudly)–but I still have to show it to him every morning. Then he looks at me like “oh, yeah–here’s the food” and chows down.
Whatever.
We’ve got one of the giant Santas in my apartment complex–somebody’s got him on their balcony, waving at passersby. The only problem is that he won’t stay inflated, and his top half flops over pretty quick and makes him look a bit the worse for wear. At Christmastime, I give people directions to my house by telling them to turn left after they see Santa vomiting off the balcony.
Ah ----- look at all the wet clothes
Ah ----- look at all the green mold
Eleanorrigby, takes out the clothes from the dryer because it is gone
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, the service guy says that he’ll soon be along
Between 1 and 5
All the clean but wet clothes, where do they all come from?
All the clean but wet clothes, where do they all belong?
Scooter Mckenzie, driving the van to repair the dryer that’s gone
He doesn’t come near
Looks like the motor, the drum, and the transformer are blown
What does he care
All the customers, where do they all come from?
All the wet clothes, where do they all belong?
Ah ----- look at all the wet clothes
Ah ----- look at all the green mold
Eleanorrigby, her dryer died when she was trying to get laundry done
Nobody came
Scooter Mckenzie, wiping the grease, the dryer still dead
but the $99 service fee lives on
All the customers, where do they all come from?
All the wet clothes, where do they all belong?
Well, the brunch was good. They had stretas and potato casserole and waffles and all kinda pastries plus the mimosas and eggnog. I am so gonna be paying for this after the holidays.
welby --“she loves you!” (hee)
to switch bands for a moment…I think I love you!
I was in a real funk what with Xmas a week away and soooo much to do and then the dryer…but I am crying for laughing so hard from your post.
Vielen Dank.
Tupug --[Rigby’s paranoia kicks in] Why do you say that about pet owners with my post? So, you sayin’ I’m dumb, eh? Well, I’m smarter than my cat --and too sexy for my cat, too! [/Rigby’s paranoia gone]
(if you knew the verbal abuse I give the kitty every morning because he won’t stop meowing until I have shown him the damn food–you would no longer like me. Stupid ass cat–he watches me put the damned food in the bowl; I leave the room to do whatever and he follows me, crying. I go back in the kitchen and point to his dish and say, “there’s your food, you feliron!” and then he is happy. We do this every morning. :rolleyes: )
Hehe, glad you all enjoyed my rant. Nice alliteration there Tupug, very much in the spirit of my sentiments.
Sure. Anyone who can give directions based on a vomiting Santa is cool in my book.
welby, you win. End of story. I’m going to be laughing over “Makes enough for you to send me some” all day.
Yes, right now it’s 11 degrees F in Troy, and I can assure you from firsthand exposure that it was far colder last night. I went to a friend’s apartment to watch House, and the person who gave me a ride home said, “It’s so cold I might freeze my moobs off.”
I think that about sums it up right there. No … hold on … wait for it …
BLISTERING BLUE BARNACLES IT’S COLD!!!
On an unrelated note, spotting Christmas tacky (megatacky! ) is the best pastime of the season. Especially since my family is Jewish. Every New Year’s we go around to this one area in Mahwah, NJ, a huge multi-part cul-de-sac of massive properties, about half of which have their entire property covered with lights. Especially this one house, the biggest property, popularly known as the “Elvis house,” because they have an illuminated animatronic Elvis on their roof as part of the display. Now that is tacky.
Oh, to sum up: “Feliron” is the coolest word I’ve heard in ages, welby wins again with the song parody, and, uh, I’m really hungry, so I’m going to get food now.
Elanor, I’m glad I was able to toss a little cheer your way. Plus, I just couldn’t resist. If you really love me, make lemon bars and send them to me.
Spatial, I think it’s only fair that I get some. I got the recipe from a
cow-orker who brought some in for a Christmas party last year. IMHO, they are the crack of baked goods.
welby ya got talent and a dang good Lemon Bar recipe too. Almost makes me want to bake some. Notice I said almost. Baking and me don’t generally get along with each other.
Drae, puking Santa. HEE! They have two inflatable Frosty The Snowmen on the lawn of the hospital next door. The wind is blowing kinda strong right now, so Frosty[sup]2[/sup] are kinda dancing around. It’d be so jake if they went airborne!
What do I win?
I’ve only just joined the MMP-ness myself, it’s great fun! 
again. And, no, it doesn’t help that a high school friend e-mailed me from upstate NY this morning to tell me it was minus 13 You Ass degrees there. Not fit for human habitation I say.