Events of the day –
I got a short term gig doing help desk for Calvert county. Not the gig I applied for, but it’ll be nice to get some clinking coin while I look for bigger gigs.
Bhk and I hit the McD’s for another round of shamrock shakes! Yum-a-lum-lum.
Almost immediately afterward, we braved the icy rain and went to outback with the in-laws and Louise.
BHK’s finest find at the thrift store was a very clean Paul Frank cap of a monkey riding a John Deere tractor – Was ostensibly for me, and then for us to share, but I think she’s loving it more than me. Pictures to follow.
Watched two new Shows last nigh t- Jeff Goldblum’s new detective bit called Raines… if the pilot is any indication, it’s a far too predictable profiler show. A pity, because I like ol’ JG’s acting stuff, usually. It seems to be too much of a one-trick pony with weakish writing.
Flip side, we also caught The Riches, which wasn’t at all what I was expecting, but I quite enjoyed it. It could’ve been terrible, but the writing and the subject matter was pretty fascinating stuff.
Our Internets are WORKING! As a reward, I pass around a link which I love, despite it being full of old hat. http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/ subtitled cute animals.
Moment of Lyric – The Microscopic trout and the Machiavellian Fisherman (mp3)
A fisher was casting his flies in a brook,
According to laws of such sciences,
With a patented reel and a patented hook
And a number of other appliances;
And the thirty-fifth cast, which he vowed was the last
(It was figured as close as a decimal),
Brought suddenly out of the water a trout
Of measurements infinitesimal.
This fish had a way that would win him a place
In the best and most polished society,
And he looked at the fisherman full in the face
With a visible air of anxiety:
He murmured “Alas!” from his place in the grass,
And then, when he’d twisted and wriggled, he
Remarked in a pet that his heart was upset
And digestion all higgledy-piggledy.
“I request,” he observed, “to be instantly flung
Once again in the pool I’ve been living in.”
The fisherman said, “You will tire out your tongue.
Do you see any signs of my giving in?
Put you back in the pool? Why, you fatuous fool,
I have eaten much smaller and thinner fish.
You’re not salmon or sole, but I think, on the whole,
You’re a fairly respectable dinner-fish.”
The fisherman’s cook tried her hand on the trout
And with various herbs she embellished him;
He was lovely to see, and there isn’t a doubt
That the fisherman’s family relished him,
And, to prove that they did, both his wife and his kid
Devoured the trout with much eagerness,
Avowing no dish could compare with that fish,
Notwithstanding his singular meagerness.
And THE MORAL, you’ll find, is although it is kind
To grant favors that people are wishing for,
Still a dinner you’ll lack if you chance to throw back
In the pool little trout that you’re fishing for;
If their pleading you spurn you will certainly learn
That herbs will deliciously vary ’em:
It is needless to state that a trout on a plate
Beats several in the aquarium.
1 year ago – grampa poll results, RS taught to burn and forgets, folks go to brazil, ultrasound critters, Marvel Florida, gg winding up for an exit,
2 years ago – Freedom force, Thumbkin, Josie Conell, moot back (he’s been gone awhile again), regional wifi scan, netflix queue, account locations,making fiends, Lumbee updates, pinecone
3 years ago – Danny Solo, Devilfinder, Paper toys, elephants-Yeah!, pages back up, COH
4 years ago – lovey, storms
5 years ago – palm-doodle dreams, guest map, location poll, Bert’s Love Song, decent left, menstrual hut memo page
6 years ago – evil news, got a permanent account
