Thanks for stoppin gin, reality… but I don’t see any of your entries? A professional lurker, or very private?
Monthly Archives: September 2000
ugh! Monday already?
This is getting to be a routine with me. Still shaking off the sleepies that are clinging to me like some sort of mental kudzu. Newt bolted out of the house this morning, as I got back from doing laundry, and I had to use my ‘stun-volume’ yell to stop him from running out into the street. (It’s pretty cool… if I bellow at him really loudly, he’ll go down on is belly, and I can then sort of walk over to him and pick him up. I think he think’s it’s some sort of game.) Still, it’s better to yell at him than have him creamed in front of my apartment. Silly guy wanted to play paperwad fetch the rest of the morning before I went to work, so I obliged him. 🙂
to the point.
I’ve decided to opt out of the papahood gig. I don’t think I could deal well with the emotional attachment to offspring I couldn’t really help raise.
Longish Day.
Something I’m considering for my icon…. perhaps just for halloween.
I hooked up with my little bro, Cathi & Dave to go see Nurse Betty today. I wasn’t too crazy about it, somehow I was expecting a “Madcap comedic romp through the wacky misadventures of a waitress” or some such stuff. It was a good movie, but not a flavor I was expecting.
Welcome!
my emode flavor.
Mmm … mocha! Strong and rich — but not too sweet — you’re the flavor of late nights and early mornings. A coffeehouse regular, you’ve cornered the market on deep thoughts and probably have a little more than your fair share of brains. In fact, those who know you may even consider you an intellectual, a label that suits you just fine. Deep and thoughtful, you love the academic — or at least the structured pursuit of knowledge. And, since hitting the books often means all-nighters, what better flavor than mocha to keep you company? Chocolaty and intense, you’re a truly tasty treat.
welcome, dreamdancer
thanks for linking to me!
Protected: myth said some stuff that set my mind in an oddball direction.
Friday!
Hoo-hah!
No work tomorrow! Get to play Piston tomorrow!
Munching on snacks and doing detective work. yum!
Also must do laundry over the weekend. And get snacks tonight or tomorrow morning for gaming.
baby carrots & dill dip, with some iced tea, methinks.
Movie night tonight with Robbster… The watcher? Nurse Betty? unsure.
Hanging out with the borther on Sunday, funday. He got a new job at Merril Lynch, broker training. Hooray!
What’s for lunch?
Cubemate going home due to headachyness.
Happy Birthday, ERIN!!! (metalmaiden) We loves ya!
Why is JaneDeau’s Lj set for November?
New LJ $$ news sounds good to me. I’m still going to be a paid member by halloween.
Ugh! Have to get Kevin’s and Derek’s b’day presents this weekend too!
And pay phone bill
and get photo ID set up properly.
hm. that’s the randomness in my head right now.
On a steel horse I ride…. ’cause I’m wanted… Dead or Uh-lave. thanks seanbaby!
Bon Jovi.
Remember how they showed how being a rock star was totally like being a cowboy? Their microphones were really “guns” and their tour bus was a “steel horse.” People that saw Bon Jovi knew to be careful. Because their guitars were kind of rifles if you pretended hard enough. Also, they might rock your face.
Bon Jovi, I know how high you have to be to start believing things like that. I once told everyone my couch was a magic boat and the carpet was lava. But I have no idea how high you have to get before you start singing songs about it. I never recorded a song about me rocking faces on my magic couch boat and how much of a lava pirate it made me.
It was a nice try, Jon Bon, but nobody really thought you were a cowboy. And we sort of figured out how the only time rockers and cowboys have anything in common is when you change some of the words in our language to mean two totally different things. You might as well have been singing about how you guys were firemen. Like your monitor speakers were firehoses and no wait! You should have written a song about how you were Chewbacca! And like your bus is a big spaceship and the “loaded” guitar on your back is actually a backpack full of C3PO parts. An-and your microphone is a big chunk of meat attached to an Ewok net! Now that I think about it, being a rock star is exactly like being Chewbacca.
Dang napster, and sesame street… stuck in my head.
Saw a monster in the mirror when I woke up today
A monster in my mirror but I did not run away
I did not shed a tear or hide beneath my bed
Though the monster looked at me and this is what he said:
He said “Wubba wubba wubba wubba woo woo woo”
Wubba wubba wubba and a doodly do
He sang “Wubba wubba wubba” so I sang it too
Do not wubba me or I will wubba you
Do not wubba me or I will wubba you
Told the monster in the mirror, “No, I am not scared”
Then I smiled at him and thanked him for the song that we had shared
Well, the monster thanked me too, he smiled right back and then
The monster in the sang his song again
He said “Wubba wubba wubba wubba woo woo woo”
Wubba wubba wubba and a doodly do
He went “Wubba wubba wubba” so I sang along
Yes, wubba wubba wubba is a monster song
Wubba wubba wubba is a monster song
Wubba wubba wubba wubba woo woo woo
Wubba wubba wubba and a doodly do
He went “Wubba wubba wubba” and I sang along
Wubba wubba wubba wubba wubba wubba
Yes, wubba wubba wubba is a monster song
Wubba wubba wubba is a monster song
If your mirror has a monster in it, do not shout
This kind of situation does not call for freaking out
And do nothing that you would not like to see him do
‘Cause that monster in the mirror he just might be you
Singing “Wubba wubba wubba wubba woo woo woo”
Wubba wubba wubba and a doodly do
Wubba wubba wubba you can join in too
Wubba wubba wubba wubba wubba wubba
Yes, if you wubba me then I will wubba you
If you wubba me then I will wubba you
Going wubba wubba wubba is the thing to do
Everytime you wubba us we’ll wubba you
hey again!
Pretty much just waiting on the judgement on Suzy’s case. A little worried. I got a letter from April last night… explained a few things, and I’m glad she’s getting her head in order.
weirdness in technology right now, my email is echoing big time from egroups, all my mailing list stuff is landing in 2 or three of my bins at once. bah.
getting an employee at work repremanded for surfing porn at work. tsk.
Ernie Questions His Existence
starring Ernie (Jim Henson) and Bert (Frank Oz)
Ernie comes up, tapping Bert, who was reading, on the shoulder unexpectedly.
Ernie: “Hey Bert, it’s–”
Bert: “-Aak-Eek-Aak!–”
Ernie: “–time for our checker game.” (Ernie looks apologetic.)
Bert: “Oh Ernie, you scared me! I thought you weren’t here.”
Ernie: “Well maybe I’m not then.”
Bert: “What do you mean?”
Ernie: “You’re usually right about most things, Bert.”
Bert: (modest) “Welllllllll …”
Ernie: “And if you think I’m not here … then maybe I’m not!”
Bert: “Good! If you’re not here, Ernie, then I can go back to reading my book.”
(Bert does go read for about two seconds, as Ernie starts to get worried.)
Ernie: “But the question is … If I’m not here …”
Bert: (to himself) “Oh no …”
Ernie: (worried) “… then … Where Am I?”
Bert: “It’s going to be one of those days.”
(Ernie gets a pair of binoculars and looks out the window with them)
Bert: “Ernie … (irritated) Ernie, what are you doing?”
Ernie: “I’m looking for me, Bert! (pause) I thought I might be out taking a walk on Sesame Street, but I don’t see me anywhere. (pause) Then if I’m not out on Sesame Street —- I must be Lost!!”
Bert: “I don’t believe this.”
Ernie: “I’m lost! (he’s really upset by now) Out there, all alone, wandering through some spooky forest, or down some lonesome road … This is terrible! (starts to cry) I’ll never see me again!”
Bert: “Ernie!”
Ernie: (sniff) “I miss me!”
Bert: “Ernie, will you stop that! Now, I can prove to you that You Are Here. Now, get our hand mirror. (Ernie picks it up.) Now, what’s that?”
Ernie: “Oh, it’s a mirror.”
Bert: “No, no, I mean look inside!”
Ernie: (looks in the mirror) “I see … me, Bert! That’s me in the mirror, Bert!”
Bert: “Right! And if you see yourself in the mirror , that means–”
Ernie: “That means I must be Here! Gee, thanks, Bert! (smiles at the reflection) I missed me! (Ernie then goes back to Bert, tapping him on the shoulder as before) Hey Bert. it’s time–”
Bert: “Aak-Eek-Aak!”
Ernie: ” … for our checker game! I’m here!”
Bert: (angry) “Ernie, we can not play checkers!”
Ernie: “Why not, Bert? I’m here!”
Bert: (angry) “That’s right, you’re here, Ernie! BUT I’M NOT!” (marches out and slams door, leaving Ernie rather surprised.)
Some of us have feathers
Some of us have fins
Some of us are furry
And some of us have skins
We swim and hop and slither
And leap and soar and run
And we all live together
On a planet of the sun
We are all earthlings
We are all earthlings
Spinning around together
On a planet of the sun
We live in the desert
We live inside a tree
We live high in the mountains
Or deep beneath the sea
We live in tents and cabins
In houses just for one
And we all live together
On a planet of the sun
We are all earthlings
We are all earthlings
Spinning around together
On a planet of the sun
Floating down a river
Swinging through the trees
Climbing up a mountain
Going with the breeze
All of us can have a happy healthy place to be
If we can float and swim and climb in earthling harmony
We are all earthlings
We are all earthlings
Spinning around together
On a planet of the sun
Spinning around together
On a planet of the sun
Random flash of sesame street.
Lower-case N.
In a cold and far-off place
There was a lower-case N.
Lonely and cold, she would stare off into space
And it was known that she would cry now and then.
Lower-case N, standing on a hill.
The wind is very still, for the lower-case eh-en…
(occasional, unearthly “oohs” in background now)
And then one day a rocketship
Came racing from the sky.
It landed on the hill and there opened up a door
And somethin’ started comin’ outside…
A lower-case N!
(She’s not lonely anymo-o-re)
They are standing on the hill
(There are two that stand for su-u-ure)
The wind is very still
For the lower-case eh-ens!