From the archives:
Is it just me, or is it somewhat disconcerting that my box of "Everlasting" Gobstoppers contains over a hundred of them?
Explanation: If they're "Everlasting", why on earth do I need more than one of them? Also, what exactly is "Gob" and why do we want to stop it so badly? These are important questions, and I demand answers!
Important Question: Speaking of candy from our good friend Willy Wonka, what ever happened to Tart 'n' Tinys? They were my favorites and they seem to have just totally disappeared.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Tagged: Seven Interesting Facts about Jessica's Feet
Can you believe how lucky you are?! That you happened on my blog today?! And that there's so much to learn about my feet?!Fact#1
My feet are very big. 9 1/2 before kids, 10 after.
Fact #2
My toes make up for a good 25% of my feet length. I have one that is as long as my pinky finger (and I have long fingers). This is why I honestly did not wear sandals until I was in college, when I stopped caring about my witch toes.
Fact #3
My husband was seriously repulsed by my toes. I had warned him and he didn't believe me, thinking: "Everyone thinks their feet are ugly." He's actually the coiner of the witch phrase, as he tells me that that was what he thought when they were unveiled for him.
Fact #4
My feet are not covered by as cute of shoes as those of you with size 7 feet. Talk a walk down the Payless aisles one day. This is what you will say to yourself: "Here we are in the size 6 section and there are some really cute cheap shoes here. Size 7, still cute. Size 8, size 8 1/2, size 9, all cute. Hey! Wait a minute, here we are in the 10s. WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE CUTE SHOES ALL THOSE OTHER SIZES HAVE?"
Fact #5
Pointy shoes do not work well with my 3 inch toes. I wear them anyway (of course!) and my toes are permanently curled and calloused due to such sacrifices for fashion.
Fact #6
I had calcium deposits growing on the backs of my heels, when I was 16, because nature seems to think that my feet aren't long enough. I got them shaved off and scooted around on my bum for weeks while they healed. I ruined a very cute rayon short one piece from Express doing it.
Fact #7
Ryan's uncle is a podiatrist. (Coincidence? I think not.) When I complained of numbness in the 3 littlest toes on the left foot, he touched a spot on the pad underneath them and they went immediately numb. Apparently there is a benign tumor there, which goes numb and sometimes becomes painful. I should get it removed, but with 4 kids, how am I supposed to stay off my feet for 6 weeks as I recover? Please.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
This Sangria Sure is Yummy!
Prison ain't so bad. You can make sangria in the toilet. Of course, it's shank or be shanked...
Source: Scruffy from Futurama. Well, technically Scruffy said "turlet", but I figured it would be more understandable this way. This is from the 300 Big Boys episode, where Scruffy spent his $300 from the government on "one of them $300 haircuts". Scruffy doesn't appear much, but when he does, it's quality.
Special Blog Bonus: Today it's time to explore the LEGO "Cafe Corner" set.
While it is quite the cool set in itself, builders seem fascinated in tinkering with or modifying its design. Here are a few examples:
*To that jerkwad from volleyball last night, go take a leap!
Source: Scruffy from Futurama. Well, technically Scruffy said "turlet", but I figured it would be more understandable this way. This is from the 300 Big Boys episode, where Scruffy spent his $300 from the government on "one of them $300 haircuts". Scruffy doesn't appear much, but when he does, it's quality.
Special Blog Bonus: Today it's time to explore the LEGO "Cafe Corner" set.
While it is quite the cool set in itself, builders seem fascinated in tinkering with or modifying its design. Here are a few examples:
- Dreary
- Microscale
- Skyscraper
- Bigger Skyscraper
- Dilapidated
- As owned by the Empire
- As owned by dwarves
*To that jerkwad from volleyball last night, go take a leap!
De la guionista de...
Viendo la tele me encuentro con esto. No, no es que la película me llame la atención, lo que me alucina es la forma de venderla... ¡¡vivan los guionistas autores!!
(aunque la marca del autor sea el mundo de la moda)
(aunque la marca del autor sea el mundo de la moda)
Story Hour, by Jessica
(We're giving Ryan a break today and I'm telling my own story).
Once upon a time, in a city in Northern California, a handsome young man was born, 33 years ago today. He was the 3rd child in his family and the first boy. His parents were good and wise and he was a blessing to all who knew him. He was blessed with much humor and intelligence and a desire to serve others.
He was the golden boy where he lived (and not only because he was white in an area that had mostly Latinos and African Americans). Teachers, leaders and girls loved him and he had school accolades, children named after him (really!) and kissed LOTS of frogs/girls in his youth.
He was called to serve in a land far away (the Baltic nations) and learned a difficult tongue. He had incredible experiences and made friendships with companions that have deepened and lasted to this day.
He met the girl of his dreams after returning home. They quickly moved from his homeland and really quickly began having kids. Due to his amazing abilities, he was able to complete a bachelor's and a master's degree while working full time, serving in demanding church callings and parenting four children.
He is truly a hero to his kids, with whom he is deeply involved. They learn to laugh, work and serve the Lord because of him. He is a prince to his wife, who truly doesn't know why God blessed her with an almost-perfect man, when she is so far from almost perfect.
And he, truly, lived happily ever after.
BOGO, Yo.
You know what they say: "BOGOs before BOGOHOs".
Source: This is based on a popular expression which has found its way into the media lately. I acually heard an ESPN commentator (female, of course) say "bros before ladies" on the air. That's pretty close. She did say she was cleaning it up a bit.
Explanation: I'm sick of the bastardization of the BOGO. BOGO means "Buy one, get one." It's as simple as that. When I go to Burger King with a "Buy one Whopper, get one free" coupon, it is a BOGO. I pay for a single item and as a result of the offer, I receive a second item for free. It's that simple.
There is a local retailer advertising "BOGO" this and "BOGO" that. They love to say BOGO. They've really helped bring BOGO into the mainstream, but their deal is not BOGO. It's "Buy one, get one half off." That, my friends, is not BOGO, it's BOGOHO. (Or in the case of shoes, it's BTGO)
Special Blog Bonus: To get your mind off of this, I suggest you build a LEGO Rubik's Cube.
Source: This is based on a popular expression which has found its way into the media lately. I acually heard an ESPN commentator (female, of course) say "bros before ladies" on the air. That's pretty close. She did say she was cleaning it up a bit.
Explanation: I'm sick of the bastardization of the BOGO. BOGO means "Buy one, get one." It's as simple as that. When I go to Burger King with a "Buy one Whopper, get one free" coupon, it is a BOGO. I pay for a single item and as a result of the offer, I receive a second item for free. It's that simple.
There is a local retailer advertising "BOGO" this and "BOGO" that. They love to say BOGO. They've really helped bring BOGO into the mainstream, but their deal is not BOGO. It's "Buy one, get one half off." That, my friends, is not BOGO, it's BOGOHO. (Or in the case of shoes, it's BTGO)
Special Blog Bonus: To get your mind off of this, I suggest you build a LEGO Rubik's Cube.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Steep Learning Curve
I took Emma skiing on Saturday and had one of those days that you remember for the rest of your life. I am actually irritated trying to put it down in text because I can not capture how much fun it was to spend the day with her one-on-one, watching her excel at something new.
8:00 am – Emma’s 1st Ski Trip Ever
Pack up the ski gear and head off for Silver Mountain. Take world’s longest gondola to lodge at the top of the mountain.
Pack up the ski gear and head off for Silver Mountain. Take world’s longest gondola to lodge at the top of the mountain.
10:00 am – Going to Ski School
Drop Emma off with beginning ski instructor. Hit the slopes w/ Jeff (ski-buddy, running-partner, friend, etc.)
12:00 pm – Ski School is out
Drop Emma off with beginning ski instructor. Hit the slopes w/ Jeff (ski-buddy, running-partner, friend, etc.)
12:00 pm – Ski School is out
Pick up Emma. Told by instructor that I have a “natural” skier on my hands (tip extra for unprovoked compliment … okay-- so we all know that I didn’t really tip him). Find out that she was bumped up to intermediate class to keep her from waiting around too much. Grab some burgers and fries in the lodge (mmmmm – that hot greasy stuff is even better after skiing all morning). Interrupted by 30-something fellow ski-schooler and told how good Emma was on the slopes. Apparently she was the 1st one at the bottom of the runs.
1:00 pm – First runs with Emma (GREEN CIRCLE)
Consciously try to exude confidence, despite nervousness about Emma slipping off the side of the mountain (She looks so dang small all of the sudden). Lots of falls (amazed how quick she bounces back up, smiling while professing “I’m okay”). We work our way through every green run on the mountain.
2:00 pm – Going to the top (BLUE SQUARE)
We stumble across a blue run that Emma’s instructor suggested I take her down, it’s a bit steep. Emma tackles it with vigor. It tackles her back a few times. Her instructor said that after going down that run she would be ready to ride Chair 2 (duh duh duh – suspense inducing music) to the top of the mountain – so we’re off. Emma is so tough. She cuts her way back and forth all the way down the mountain. Welling with pride at her work ethic and “No Fear” attitude. Reward her efforts with some hot chocolate in the lodge.
3:00 pm – It's Showtime (BLACK DIAMOND)
After getting a little rest we head back out. Emma wants to see how she will do now on the green runs she started the day with. She blows through them with ease, falling only a couple times. She even tries a rail slide. While telling her to stay off the ski park she hits and lands a small jump! Start laughing because watching her ski is so much fun. On a cat track, I show her how tucking makes her go a bit faster. We hit the blue run she battled earlier. This time she speeds down it and starts tucking because apparently she isn’t getting enough speed. She no longer cuts across the run, just barrels straight down. The run is short enough that, as I start to get nervous for her, it is pretty much over. I laugh and tell her she is a mad-woman. We now go back up Chair 2. After getting off the lift, Emma makes a beeline STRAIGHT down the mountain. I start yelling for her to cut across the face of the run to slow down. She continues to plunge. I throw myself down after her. I can’t catch her because she is not cutting at all and her skis are actually waxed. I finally catch up with her at the bottom. I scold her and tell her it isn’t safe to just go straight down. She argues that “its easier if you don’t cut.” I am seriously impressed, but I persist to avoid future hospital visits. She agrees to comply next time.
4:00 pm – Joining the Snow Patrol
We take some more runs down the mountain. We unwittingly go down a run that has been shut down for the night. We realize this as we get to the immobile lift at the bottom. Snap some pics while we wait for ski patrol to rescue us. Get a stern reprimand and a free ride back to the lodge. What a fantastic day.
While spending the day skiing and joking and playing with Emma, I got this glimpse of her and I on the slopes over the next ten years or so. The whole day just made me excited for the many ski days with her to come.
Inspiration sites
It is a long time since we don´t tald about Design. Let´s go!
Via Vecindad Gráfica I findt the week blog, Evasee, I like from that site PseudoPseudo (see over), brilliant!
In the tipographci line there´s Watafak (over). Can you do this just with a type and three colours? Lastly from this website a Flickr portfolio, Mari_Dsn (down).
But the most amazing notice for me this week is the rumanian site Design Collector, it is very well organized, has miniatures, good links... You can make a big walk here. I don´t see many of these, at least in Spain. Great job!
Via Vecindad Gráfica I findt the week blog, Evasee, I like from that site PseudoPseudo (see over), brilliant!
In the tipographci line there´s Watafak (over). Can you do this just with a type and three colours? Lastly from this website a Flickr portfolio, Mari_Dsn (down).
But the most amazing notice for me this week is the rumanian site Design Collector, it is very well organized, has miniatures, good links... You can make a big walk here. I don´t see many of these, at least in Spain. Great job!
Skynet, Brought to You by IBM
Give me a place to sit (and enough Mountain Dew and pretzels) and I shall code the world!
Source: This is based on the quote attributed to Archimedes, who, upon discovering the simple lever, proclaimed "Give me a place to stand and I will move the Earth!"
Explanation: I saw an article on IBM's Kittyhawk project, where their goal is to explore the creation of "a global-scale shared computer capable of hosting the entire Internet as an application". Interestingly, every online discussion I could find about it involved the world "Skynet".* Anyway, I figure we can take it a step further and just run the whole Earth on it. I just need a place to sit...
Special Blog Bonus: I feel obligated to inform everyone that Busted Tees is having a one-day sale today. I'm seriously considering getting a Vandelay Industries shirt.
*By the way, if you feel so inclined, a YouTube search for "Terminator 2 nuclear explosion" will give you an excellent (and disturbing) glimpse into Skynet's capabilities.
Source: This is based on the quote attributed to Archimedes, who, upon discovering the simple lever, proclaimed "Give me a place to stand and I will move the Earth!"
Explanation: I saw an article on IBM's Kittyhawk project, where their goal is to explore the creation of "a global-scale shared computer capable of hosting the entire Internet as an application". Interestingly, every online discussion I could find about it involved the world "Skynet".* Anyway, I figure we can take it a step further and just run the whole Earth on it. I just need a place to sit...
Special Blog Bonus: I feel obligated to inform everyone that Busted Tees is having a one-day sale today. I'm seriously considering getting a Vandelay Industries shirt.
*By the way, if you feel so inclined, a YouTube search for "Terminator 2 nuclear explosion" will give you an excellent (and disturbing) glimpse into Skynet's capabilities.
Las buenas cosas llegan gracias a los ratos libres
Esta mañana he tenido la oportunidad de hablar durante unos segundos con Víctor González, uno de los tres españoles que el otro día recibieron el Oscar técnico. Me ha sorprendido cuando, en lo poco que hemos hablado, me ha contado que todo empezó hace 10 años, que él y su socio habían estudiado ingienería y que les gustaba mucho el cine y los efectos especiales. En sus ratos libres se encerraron a desarrollar un programa para imitar los fluidos y, con un CD debajo el brazo, se plantaron en Estados Unidos, donde más de una compañía gorda se fijó en ellos.
Sin embargo, fueron emprendedores y no vendieron; volvieron a Madrid y fundaron su propia empresa. Hoy, Next Limit tiene un Oscar por su programa para hacer fluidos. Ayer, solamente eran dos chicos con dos ordenadores. Desde luego que hay gente que se merece la buena suerte.
Sin embargo, fueron emprendedores y no vendieron; volvieron a Madrid y fundaron su propia empresa. Hoy, Next Limit tiene un Oscar por su programa para hacer fluidos. Ayer, solamente eran dos chicos con dos ordenadores. Desde luego que hay gente que se merece la buena suerte.
Regalazo
Acaban de regalarme un bono para la V Muestra de Cine Fantástico de Madrid. Si alguno va, me encontrará por allí haciendo el friki.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
More Food for Thought
Due to my appropriateness problem of yesterday, I'm sending you over to Gabi's blog where you can see I do more than just comment and then post about my comments: http://thegabblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/seven-questionsfeeding-masses_26.html.
Bon Appetit!
Bon Appetit!
Margin of Error = +/- 100%
43 percent of all statistics are made up.
Explanation: It's true! I read this as the result of a study, which also surveyed a large number of statisticians and found that 45 percent of them are liars. The study also demonstrated that 81 percent of study findings are incorrect.
Special Blog Bonus: Speaking of studies, here is a Far Side for you:
Explanation: It's true! I read this as the result of a study, which also surveyed a large number of statisticians and found that 45 percent of them are liars. The study also demonstrated that 81 percent of study findings are incorrect.
Special Blog Bonus: Speaking of studies, here is a Far Side for you:
Cansado
Parte de la mañana en Barajas. Un lugar que solía amar pero que ahora odio como solamente se odian los infiernos.
Menos mal que al conectarme, he descubierto la foto que Diablo Cody puso en su blog tras despertarse como ganadora del Oscar a mejor guión. Mira que es divertida esta chica.
Por cierto, cojonudo (como siempre) lo que Dani Castro escribió hace un par de días en su Guionista en Chamberí
Menos mal que al conectarme, he descubierto la foto que Diablo Cody puso en su blog tras despertarse como ganadora del Oscar a mejor guión. Mira que es divertida esta chica.
Por cierto, cojonudo (como siempre) lo que Dani Castro escribió hace un par de días en su Guionista en Chamberí
Monday, February 25, 2008
Open Comments, Insert Foot
Whoops. Made a "Comment Boo-boo" last night. A fabulous relative of mine had a funny blog about her kids and I made a comment joking about their intelligence.
In case you were wondering: I don't think her kids are in any way lacking in brain-power. Quite the opposite. Which she, of course, knew.
Apparently, she had friends and relatives who were not "getting" me and, after a flurry of emails/texts, she deleted the comment. I quickly made a public apology in her comments and vowed to watch my sarcastic-ness in the future.
I have to admit, I paused a minute before I pushed the GO button in the comments section. But I figured she (and anyone else) would know it was a joke and that I would never insult her children in public--or private. They're darling and sweet and funny and, yep, smart.
It's so hard to know.
In January, I posted a snarky, hopefully funny, comment on Paige's blog. And then completely stressed out about it for the next day. I read it to Ryan and he said, "oh, I don't know...it was a little harsh." So then I stressed more and apologized profusely, deleted the comment and worried she would be bugged at me at our upcoming weekend in California. Like it was 8th grade again.
Paige's reaction: "Are you kidding? I thought it was funny. In fact, I thought 'Wow, Jessica knows me well.' You could never offend me."
It's so hard in the world of black and white words...with no inflection, or eye contact, or a good-natured nudge-to-the-side to know if people understand what you mean as you type. My relative did, because we lived near each other and she knows who I am. Paige got it, for the same reason (plus she's also the Queen of Snarky)...but what about all the other people that I expose myself to, every day, in (let's be honest) way too lurid detail.
Do I sacrifice funny for safe? What is my measuring stick? Do you ever wonder if there's a whole multitude of readers that just don't get you? Yikes.
I'm nice. I promise. (Said with soulful, sincere eyes and a genuine smile, body language in every way reflecting honesty).
In case you were wondering: I don't think her kids are in any way lacking in brain-power. Quite the opposite. Which she, of course, knew.
Apparently, she had friends and relatives who were not "getting" me and, after a flurry of emails/texts, she deleted the comment. I quickly made a public apology in her comments and vowed to watch my sarcastic-ness in the future.
I have to admit, I paused a minute before I pushed the GO button in the comments section. But I figured she (and anyone else) would know it was a joke and that I would never insult her children in public--or private. They're darling and sweet and funny and, yep, smart.
It's so hard to know.
In January, I posted a snarky, hopefully funny, comment on Paige's blog. And then completely stressed out about it for the next day. I read it to Ryan and he said, "oh, I don't know...it was a little harsh." So then I stressed more and apologized profusely, deleted the comment and worried she would be bugged at me at our upcoming weekend in California. Like it was 8th grade again.
Paige's reaction: "Are you kidding? I thought it was funny. In fact, I thought 'Wow, Jessica knows me well.' You could never offend me."
It's so hard in the world of black and white words...with no inflection, or eye contact, or a good-natured nudge-to-the-side to know if people understand what you mean as you type. My relative did, because we lived near each other and she knows who I am. Paige got it, for the same reason (plus she's also the Queen of Snarky)...but what about all the other people that I expose myself to, every day, in (let's be honest) way too lurid detail.
Do I sacrifice funny for safe? What is my measuring stick? Do you ever wonder if there's a whole multitude of readers that just don't get you? Yikes.
I'm nice. I promise. (Said with soulful, sincere eyes and a genuine smile, body language in every way reflecting honesty).
Status of the Famous: Dan Brown
Ever wonder what a famous person would have as their instant messaging status at work? Well now you'll know! Jeremy's Status Message proudly presents, Status Messages of the Famous:
OH WINK FORGER MOM, O ONLY IN MY GREMLIN
Famous Person: Dan Brown, author of The Da Vinci Code.
Explanation: If you've read anything by Dan Brown, you know that he is a puzzle junkie, especially when it comes to anagrams. You may recall "O DRACONIAN DEVIL, OH LAME SAINT" from The Da Vinci Code which anagrammed to "LEONARDO DA VINCI, THE MONA LISA" and started Robert Langdon on an exciting adventure. If you don't recall that, you are probably the one person on this planet who has not read the book.
As for today's message, "OH WINK FORGER MOM, O ONLY IN MY GREMLIN" anagrams to "WORKING FROM HOME, ROLLING IN MY MONEY". Writing a bestseller has its perks.
OH WINK FORGER MOM, O ONLY IN MY GREMLIN
Famous Person: Dan Brown, author of The Da Vinci Code.
Explanation: If you've read anything by Dan Brown, you know that he is a puzzle junkie, especially when it comes to anagrams. You may recall "O DRACONIAN DEVIL, OH LAME SAINT" from The Da Vinci Code which anagrammed to "LEONARDO DA VINCI, THE MONA LISA" and started Robert Langdon on an exciting adventure. If you don't recall that, you are probably the one person on this planet who has not read the book.
As for today's message, "OH WINK FORGER MOM, O ONLY IN MY GREMLIN" anagrams to "WORKING FROM HOME, ROLLING IN MY MONEY". Writing a bestseller has its perks.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sunday Summary
Monday was an important day in the Romney house. Celebration of great Presidents? Nah. Parties due to a day off from school. Boring. Mom getting out the play-doh? Oh yeah...it was that big. 
Tuesday also an important day: Jane's kindergarten shots. She was seriously so brave. She kept mentioning all morning, "I'm a little scared, but it will be fast, wight, Mom?" When we got there and she was trying so hard to lay still on the exam table, I held her hands and told her it would be done by the time I was done singing the alphabet song. Except I couldn't sing the alphabet song, because I was crying. She was such a brave girl and those shots seriously suck. We NEVER buy our kids toys except on birthdays, Christmas...and when they get those sucky kindergarten shots:
On Wednesday after teaching a bunch of Cub Scouts how to cook Fried Rice and Wontons, I was a little over the whole cooking dinner thing. So we had leftover night. Sometimes we have FUN leftover night, when I make a menu:
and let the kids pick three options. We had lots of leftovers (because I love to cook and Ryan loves to eat old, moldy food):
and the kids LOVE when we do Restaurant Style leftovers (especially when it includes your choice of dessert, as this one did).
On Thursday I woke up WAY too early to work out, as was evidenced by me running into the garage as I was backing out and wrecking our side mirror. Apparently there were some important wires connected to this mirror, because as I shut the door (at 6:30am) after my workout, the hazard horn-beeping started going off. "Huh, " I thought, "must have brushed the hazard button on my key chain." And turned it off. Gabe had a 7:00 am cavity filling appointment, so after a quick shower, we jumped back in the car...and discovered that if I wanted to drive the car...I would have to do it with the horn blaring loudly wherever I went. It would NOT shut off! So we drove through the streets of my town, horn a-honking, all the way to the gym, where we stole Ryan's car (he was still there) and switched him out. And this is going to shock you: it TOTALLY STOPPED when he got in the car. Why does that always happen?
Also, while we were at the dentist, they found an extra cavity. It was 7:30 am and we'd already spent $263. And woke up the whole town. Awesome.
Friday, Emma got a 100% on her spelling test and my toe hurt.
Saturday, we found out Emma will be in the Olympics in 2016. More on that tomorrow.
Tank Beats Rock
From the archives:
Caption from a CNN.com photo: "A Palestinian throws a rock at an Israeli tank in the West Bank town of Nablus today." A noble gesture, but as I recall, scissors beats paper, rock beats scissors, and tank beats rock.
Explanation: This one pretty much explains itself, but if you need a more vivid image, then this picture might drive the point home:
Caption from a CNN.com photo: "A Palestinian throws a rock at an Israeli tank in the West Bank town of Nablus today." A noble gesture, but as I recall, scissors beats paper, rock beats scissors, and tank beats rock.
Explanation: This one pretty much explains itself, but if you need a more vivid image, then this picture might drive the point home:
Otra como Corazón Salvaje
Las mejores películas son aquellas que tienen personalidad propia (aunque eso no quiere decir necesariamente que su director deba tenerla).
Ayer, viendo Corazón Salvaje me di cuenta que apenas la recordaba (la había visto hacía unos diez años) y, lo que es más importante, que hacía mucho que no veía una peli con ese pulso y esa libertad.
Hace ya muchos meses estábamos Aitor y yo en el despacho de nuestro productor. Él nos dijo que había algo en el cine español que le alejaba de la extravagancia y yo le contesté que era vergüenza, que siempre nos daba vergüenza ser distintos; le gustó aquello que dije.
De modo que a ver si hay suerte y un día somos distintos, de momento yo ya estoy buscando otra película por redescubrir, otra que tenga tanta personalidad como Corazón Salvaje.
Ayer, viendo Corazón Salvaje me di cuenta que apenas la recordaba (la había visto hacía unos diez años) y, lo que es más importante, que hacía mucho que no veía una peli con ese pulso y esa libertad.
Hace ya muchos meses estábamos Aitor y yo en el despacho de nuestro productor. Él nos dijo que había algo en el cine español que le alejaba de la extravagancia y yo le contesté que era vergüenza, que siempre nos daba vergüenza ser distintos; le gustó aquello que dije.
De modo que a ver si hay suerte y un día somos distintos, de momento yo ya estoy buscando otra película por redescubrir, otra que tenga tanta personalidad como Corazón Salvaje.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO US!!!
From the archives:
"Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year's gone by and how little we've grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge, each flicker of the candles on the cake we know it's not to be. That for the rest of our sad, wretched, pathetic lives, this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably, irrevocably. Happy birthday? No such thing."
Source: The Visa episode of Seinfeld
Explanation: While out to dinner, George tells Jerry to not be funny so his girlfriend won't think Jerry is funnier than he is. Jerry responds by deadpanning this monologue when George's date returns to the table.
More Importantly: Happy Birthday to us!
One year ago today, the internet welcomed a bouncing baby blog to its ranks. Have some LEGO cake to celebrate with us!*
In celebration of our birthday, the posts for last weekend are finally up! (here and here)
We at Jeremy's Status Message thank you for readership and support during our first year. Stay tuned for a bigger, better year ahead! Well, only one day bigger, but still...
*We look like a monkey and we smell like one too.
"Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year's gone by and how little we've grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge, each flicker of the candles on the cake we know it's not to be. That for the rest of our sad, wretched, pathetic lives, this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably, irrevocably. Happy birthday? No such thing."
Source: The Visa episode of Seinfeld
Explanation: While out to dinner, George tells Jerry to not be funny so his girlfriend won't think Jerry is funnier than he is. Jerry responds by deadpanning this monologue when George's date returns to the table.
More Importantly: Happy Birthday to us!
One year ago today, the internet welcomed a bouncing baby blog to its ranks. Have some LEGO cake to celebrate with us!*
In celebration of our birthday, the posts for last weekend are finally up! (here and here)
We at Jeremy's Status Message thank you for readership and support during our first year. Stay tuned for a bigger, better year ahead! Well, only one day bigger, but still...
*We look like a monkey and we smell like one too.
Friday, February 22, 2008
11 Things that happen when your wierd toe tumor acts up and makes it impossible to walk without pain
1. You have to skip your morning run which makes you feel extremely grumpy and fat.
2. You don't want to get out of bed and put (all that!) weight on your toe, so you find husband-related reasons to stay in bed.
3. You still don't want to get out of bed, so you watch the new Paula Abdul video.
4. When you finally decide to brave the foot pain, you come down and find your two year old picking through the Lucky Charms (doorbell ditched goodwill gift...more on that later) for all the marshmallows...because he's so hungry.
5. You skip your Friday morning weigh in, because you can't possibly weigh in without a hard-sweating run to help you out--and decide to eat pancakes, instead.
6. You realize that you can only walk on your foot, when it's in these shoes: 
and Emma asks you if "dad is going to be mad at you for walking on the carpet in your shoes".
7. You can only wear these shoes with your too-tight brown pants and so have to wear this outfit (which you've worn to other blogfriend meetings) when you go to the mall to meet your blog friend Andrea.
8. Your 4 year old keeps running around like a crazy child with Andrea's 4 year old, because your feet hurt too much to stop them.
9. You spend a lot of time on the computer fixing your links (which Ryan says you shouldn't do , because what if you leave someone out?) and editing your Blog book.
10. You certainly do not take care of any of these areas:
11. You try to decide if you will fake more foot pain tomorrow, because today's been pretty darn relaxing.
A Snowy Haiku
Haiku Friday returns!
Working from home stinks.
No matter what the weather,
I don't get snow days.
Explanation: Days like today are no fun for the telecommuter. I always work from home. This is not a big deal. My home office carries on as always. Meanwhile, my coworkers in the blustery north are out shoveling all day, while my wife is home from school, sleeping in just to spite me. The neighborhood kids will soon be outside my window, frolicking in the snow (and most likely in my yard, as well). Maybe I'll take a break at some point, go outside with the shovel, and beat a few of them senseless. That'll be fun.
Special Blog Bonus: First, here's a follow-up on yesterday's Shannon Doherty post. I said the picture was Photoshoppable. Here's proof:
But that's not all! Make sure you go to eBay today and bid on the Virgin Mary pretzel. Just for the record, instead of shelling out five grand for this one, I'll happily make you a life-size Virgin Mary out of pretzel sticks for a mere $1000. For $2000, I'll make it out of Philadelphia-style soft pretzels. You can't beat that deal! Buy now!
Working from home stinks.
No matter what the weather,
I don't get snow days.
Explanation: Days like today are no fun for the telecommuter. I always work from home. This is not a big deal. My home office carries on as always. Meanwhile, my coworkers in the blustery north are out shoveling all day, while my wife is home from school, sleeping in just to spite me. The neighborhood kids will soon be outside my window, frolicking in the snow (and most likely in my yard, as well). Maybe I'll take a break at some point, go outside with the shovel, and beat a few of them senseless. That'll be fun.
Special Blog Bonus: First, here's a follow-up on yesterday's Shannon Doherty post. I said the picture was Photoshoppable. Here's proof:
But that's not all! Make sure you go to eBay today and bid on the Virgin Mary pretzel. Just for the record, instead of shelling out five grand for this one, I'll happily make you a life-size Virgin Mary out of pretzel sticks for a mere $1000. For $2000, I'll make it out of Philadelphia-style soft pretzels. You can't beat that deal! Buy now!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Lo prometido es deuda
Julia, gracias por echarme de menos.
Tampoco estoy bien del todo, pero ya estoy mejor. Me he prometido seguir escribiendo pase lo que pase y aunque no voy a poder sentarme a escribir un montón de cosas que debería haberos contado y que no he hecho y que haré (la historia del taxista pelirrojo, la de los hinchas de fútbol que se tiraban sobre los coches, la de la anécdota con Paul Naschy, la de la chica del tatuaje que me encontré en el concierto de Krakovia o la de la noche en que me levanté empapado en sudor), voy a perderme escribiendo algunas cosas sobre la ansiedad.
Lo peor de la ansiedad es cultivarla, me dijo una vez mi psicóloga. La ansiedad tiene forma de Campana de Gauss (joer, la de cosas que recuerda uno del cole)... es decir, si uno es capaz de afrontarla lo suficiente, ésta empieza a bajar.
Para afrontarla no hay que hacerla caso... si te genera ansiedad el salir de casa pues te plantas en la calle hasta que notas que desciende.
Cada vez que no la afrontas modificas la campana para la próxima vez. Es decir, si no sales a la calle, la vez que lo hagas te costará más tiempo empezar a notar que la ansiedad desciende.
Un truco para combatirla consiste en escribir (aquí, los guionistas con ray-ban, y por ende, todos los guionistas, tenemos terreno ganado). Te sientas y escribes todos los estímulos negativos que tu cerebro manda “Si salgo a la calle voy a cruzarme con Esperanza Aguirre”, “Si salgo a la calle voy a convertirme en una estatua de piedra”, “Si salgo a la calle va a violarme el cura de la iglesia que tengo al lado de casa”. Cuando termines de escribirlo, lo lees una y otra vez y una y otra vez y una y otra vez y una y todas las veces del mundo hasta que la ansiedad decrezca.
¿funciona?
Creo que sí, no lo sé. He tenido crisis que han desaparecido haciendo esas cosas y crisis que han desaparecido sin hacer nada.
En esta ocasión, todo ha empezado a remitir por hartazgo. Empezó un día en que quise ver un corto hecho por un amigo... tenía el DVD en la mano y me costó ponerlo, aún así lo hice pero no pude pasar de los primeros minutos. Mi ansiedad tiene algo que ver con eso de la anagnórisis, ese palabro que los guionistas instruidos y que, como servidor, han perdido tiempo de su vida buscando la verdad en las páginas de la Poética, reconocerán como el término con el que Aristóteles identifica el momento en que el personaje toma conciencia de quién es. En este caso mío, la anagnórisis es una estúpida (pero real) mezcla de recordar la edad que uno tiene y los fracasos que uno atesora. Después de aquel corto, o de aquellos minutos de corto, no pude leer guiones durante unos días... el corazón se me ponía a mil y me faltaba el aire. Intentar ver el corto me producía la misma sensación. Intentar hacer otra cosa que no fuera escribir por trabajo y/o ver una película, me la producía (si escribía por placer, también ocurría).
Lo mejor es que vuelvo a ser un poco yo y que ahora estoy escribiendo por placer. Gracias por los mensajes en el foro, por los e-mails, por las cervezas y por las llamadas de teléfono.
Mañana quizá hablemos del taxista pelirrojo.
Tampoco estoy bien del todo, pero ya estoy mejor. Me he prometido seguir escribiendo pase lo que pase y aunque no voy a poder sentarme a escribir un montón de cosas que debería haberos contado y que no he hecho y que haré (la historia del taxista pelirrojo, la de los hinchas de fútbol que se tiraban sobre los coches, la de la anécdota con Paul Naschy, la de la chica del tatuaje que me encontré en el concierto de Krakovia o la de la noche en que me levanté empapado en sudor), voy a perderme escribiendo algunas cosas sobre la ansiedad.
Lo peor de la ansiedad es cultivarla, me dijo una vez mi psicóloga. La ansiedad tiene forma de Campana de Gauss (joer, la de cosas que recuerda uno del cole)... es decir, si uno es capaz de afrontarla lo suficiente, ésta empieza a bajar.
Para afrontarla no hay que hacerla caso... si te genera ansiedad el salir de casa pues te plantas en la calle hasta que notas que desciende.
Cada vez que no la afrontas modificas la campana para la próxima vez. Es decir, si no sales a la calle, la vez que lo hagas te costará más tiempo empezar a notar que la ansiedad desciende.
Un truco para combatirla consiste en escribir (aquí, los guionistas con ray-ban, y por ende, todos los guionistas, tenemos terreno ganado). Te sientas y escribes todos los estímulos negativos que tu cerebro manda “Si salgo a la calle voy a cruzarme con Esperanza Aguirre”, “Si salgo a la calle voy a convertirme en una estatua de piedra”, “Si salgo a la calle va a violarme el cura de la iglesia que tengo al lado de casa”. Cuando termines de escribirlo, lo lees una y otra vez y una y otra vez y una y otra vez y una y todas las veces del mundo hasta que la ansiedad decrezca.
¿funciona?
Creo que sí, no lo sé. He tenido crisis que han desaparecido haciendo esas cosas y crisis que han desaparecido sin hacer nada.
En esta ocasión, todo ha empezado a remitir por hartazgo. Empezó un día en que quise ver un corto hecho por un amigo... tenía el DVD en la mano y me costó ponerlo, aún así lo hice pero no pude pasar de los primeros minutos. Mi ansiedad tiene algo que ver con eso de la anagnórisis, ese palabro que los guionistas instruidos y que, como servidor, han perdido tiempo de su vida buscando la verdad en las páginas de la Poética, reconocerán como el término con el que Aristóteles identifica el momento en que el personaje toma conciencia de quién es. En este caso mío, la anagnórisis es una estúpida (pero real) mezcla de recordar la edad que uno tiene y los fracasos que uno atesora. Después de aquel corto, o de aquellos minutos de corto, no pude leer guiones durante unos días... el corazón se me ponía a mil y me faltaba el aire. Intentar ver el corto me producía la misma sensación. Intentar hacer otra cosa que no fuera escribir por trabajo y/o ver una película, me la producía (si escribía por placer, también ocurría).
Lo mejor es que vuelvo a ser un poco yo y que ahora estoy escribiendo por placer. Gracias por los mensajes en el foro, por los e-mails, por las cervezas y por las llamadas de teléfono.
Mañana quizá hablemos del taxista pelirrojo.
Go, Bubba, Go!
You know what you did, Luke Perry.
Source: This gem comes courtesy of Bubba's Blacklist. I have to give credit where credit is due.
Explanation: Some things you just have to read for yourself. If you can explain it, more power to you. Personally, I'm partial to the one about the hunter.
So, back in college, we watched 90210 for a while. I'll admit it. But no, I never had the Jason Priestley haircut.
Actually, whether it was 90210 or not, every time Shannon Doherty was on our television screen, a roommate of mine would exclaim "Look at her! One eye is like four inches lower than the other!!!" That measurement actually grew larger over time (like the fish I caught that one time) but the gist of the message was the same. Anyway, over ten years later and it still sticks with me.
YOU MAKE THE CALL: How much lower is one of Shannon Doherty's eyes than the other?
Source: This gem comes courtesy of Bubba's Blacklist. I have to give credit where credit is due.
Explanation: Some things you just have to read for yourself. If you can explain it, more power to you. Personally, I'm partial to the one about the hunter.
So, back in college, we watched 90210 for a while. I'll admit it. But no, I never had the Jason Priestley haircut.
Actually, whether it was 90210 or not, every time Shannon Doherty was on our television screen, a roommate of mine would exclaim "Look at her! One eye is like four inches lower than the other!!!" That measurement actually grew larger over time (like the fish I caught that one time) but the gist of the message was the same. Anyway, over ten years later and it still sticks with me.
YOU MAKE THE CALL: How much lower is one of Shannon Doherty's eyes than the other?
Grupo de Flickr
Hoy espero poder volver a la normalidad. Como todavía estoy un poco convaleciente de todo, no me pidáis que escriba ni mucho ni inteligente.
En su lugar, os dejo con un grupo de Flickr que he descubierto a través del blog de David Muñoz. A los que tengan cierta edad les gustará mucho:
http://www.flickr.com/groups/ultimapeli/pool/
En su lugar, os dejo con un grupo de Flickr que he descubierto a través del blog de David Muñoz. A los que tengan cierta edad les gustará mucho:
http://www.flickr.com/groups/ultimapeli/pool/
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Weekly Story Corner - Week 2
Chapter 2: Stepping Back
If there is one thing that my marriage has taught me, it is that Jessica is not one to change her mind readily. Once it is set on something, a nearly unearthly effort is required to convince her to change her mind. My schooling in this lesson began from the very start of our relationship. After our first date, I could tell that while Jessica genuinely enjoyed me, she wasn’t really interested. However, since I am someone who embraces life’s challenges head on, I decided that the only appropriate course of action would be to find another girl just like Jessica with the exception that she was more easily smitten by me. Surely there must be boatloads of such girls out there.
It only took me the three months between our first date and Jessica’s final return home as a BYU alumni for me to realize my mistake. There just weren’t any other girls like her out there. I decided to stake my claim and change her mind. So I told my good “friend” that Jessica was mine. I clearly explained that when she got back from college that I was going to date her. Despite the fact that he appeared to be fluent in English, there must have been some sort of miscommunication, because I came to find out AFTER Jessica and I were married, that he happened to be in the Sherrill neighborhood quite often, and that he even went so far as to invite himself over for Sunday dinner and tried to make all nicey-nice with mom and dad.
The dating pool in the San Joaquin valley wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. But the silver lining around that cloud was that for as bad as it was in the female end of the pool, the male end was far more shallow. I had it all planned out in advance. In fact I even explained my strategy to my comprehension challenged "friend." I would simply wait her out. I would continue to be my fun-loving, charismatic self while allowing Jessica the opportunity to get a good look around. I wanted her to have ample time to weigh out her options. I figured that once her eyes adjusted to her new surroundings, she would begin to see things my way a little bit more.
So after her arrival home, our little dance began. I would ask her out relatively frequently and she would come up with increasingly less plausible excuses for not accepting. It became a joke for me and my friends. Whenever we planned any sort of group date I would jokingly inquire … “should I ask Jessica?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! Ask her out again,” they would laugh as bets began to be placed on how long her rejection would take or what excuse would be used. I would then call her with all of them sitting around me as I tried to be as charming as possible. I would bat away their muffled snickering as Jessica would tell me how sorry she was that she wouldn’t be available “that night.” In fact, we kind of made it a ritual of sorts. Jessica always got a call before, I asked out whoever my real date was. They loved watching the anticipated rejection come.
My favorite excuse came one night as I called Jessica around 8:00 p.m. to see if she was up for some activity. She told me that she was really tired and that she was just about to go to bed. As she said this I checked the clock in disbelief. The A-Team was our family’s favorite show the last time I had gone to bed that early. It was then and there that I realized that she was never going to come around. I decided that it would be more humane for the both of us if I didn’t keep pressing the issue. I had called her for the last time.
That decision marked a turning point in our relationship.
(Jessica -and Adrianne and Tammy-and Ryan, right around the time the dating commenced...can anyone tell me why she wouldn't be head-over-heels for this specimen of manhood?! <--- pictures posted by jessica w/o any form of either verbal or written consent. I should sue.)
(What the @#$&??? - I am 16 in this picture!!! ... I don't know why my wife posts her at 22 and me at 16. She is falsely representing "the way we were")
If there is one thing that my marriage has taught me, it is that Jessica is not one to change her mind readily. Once it is set on something, a nearly unearthly effort is required to convince her to change her mind. My schooling in this lesson began from the very start of our relationship. After our first date, I could tell that while Jessica genuinely enjoyed me, she wasn’t really interested. However, since I am someone who embraces life’s challenges head on, I decided that the only appropriate course of action would be to find another girl just like Jessica with the exception that she was more easily smitten by me. Surely there must be boatloads of such girls out there.
It only took me the three months between our first date and Jessica’s final return home as a BYU alumni for me to realize my mistake. There just weren’t any other girls like her out there. I decided to stake my claim and change her mind. So I told my good “friend” that Jessica was mine. I clearly explained that when she got back from college that I was going to date her. Despite the fact that he appeared to be fluent in English, there must have been some sort of miscommunication, because I came to find out AFTER Jessica and I were married, that he happened to be in the Sherrill neighborhood quite often, and that he even went so far as to invite himself over for Sunday dinner and tried to make all nicey-nice with mom and dad.
The dating pool in the San Joaquin valley wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. But the silver lining around that cloud was that for as bad as it was in the female end of the pool, the male end was far more shallow. I had it all planned out in advance. In fact I even explained my strategy to my comprehension challenged "friend." I would simply wait her out. I would continue to be my fun-loving, charismatic self while allowing Jessica the opportunity to get a good look around. I wanted her to have ample time to weigh out her options. I figured that once her eyes adjusted to her new surroundings, she would begin to see things my way a little bit more.
So after her arrival home, our little dance began. I would ask her out relatively frequently and she would come up with increasingly less plausible excuses for not accepting. It became a joke for me and my friends. Whenever we planned any sort of group date I would jokingly inquire … “should I ask Jessica?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! Ask her out again,” they would laugh as bets began to be placed on how long her rejection would take or what excuse would be used. I would then call her with all of them sitting around me as I tried to be as charming as possible. I would bat away their muffled snickering as Jessica would tell me how sorry she was that she wouldn’t be available “that night.” In fact, we kind of made it a ritual of sorts. Jessica always got a call before, I asked out whoever my real date was. They loved watching the anticipated rejection come.
My favorite excuse came one night as I called Jessica around 8:00 p.m. to see if she was up for some activity. She told me that she was really tired and that she was just about to go to bed. As she said this I checked the clock in disbelief. The A-Team was our family’s favorite show the last time I had gone to bed that early. It was then and there that I realized that she was never going to come around. I decided that it would be more humane for the both of us if I didn’t keep pressing the issue. I had called her for the last time.
That decision marked a turning point in our relationship.
Actionscript Feeds, what do you read?
Anyone of us, working with Flash, Actionscript, Flex or Air, have to be informed about new technologies continuously. I wonder which Feed aggregator do you use.I usually take a round in MXNA . I couldn´t talk about any other aggregator firstly. I think it has to be updated. Sometimes it takes a lot of time to load, it indexes late or has errors. You can see MXNA has his Macromedia name still. In its favour I will say it is the one that has more blogs aggregated, with statistics and cathegories.
PLANET RIA is more near RIAS, as InsideRIA does, although I tend to see O´reilly blogs very serious, they should not be a book. Specialized in Flex: Flex RIA
FULLASAGOOG Perhaps the best one, more technical, I would say more relevant Actionscript bloggers are here. Actually we´re seeing each day more posts about mobile, Air and Flex than before. Great notice! Not too much about Design. Bad notice!
Feed Squirreel and FlashBookmarks, I think this last one is the best for reading. You don´t let the website, it should have more feeds, more blogs and statistics to be perfect.
MyFeedz, from Adobe, a curious experiment, do any of you use it? I don´t.
Take a look to Adobe RSSo Feeds, and to ZDNet
Some aggregators others use: Google Reader, RSSReader, Simple-RSS, FeedReader, BlogLines, Netvibes, it is not the same but keep and eye on Adobe DelIcio Links and Actionscript ones.
So: Do you mind having a lot of windows opened? O don´t, but I´d rather seeing everything in one window and if possible faster, with the original design, is a question of opinion...
Status of the Famous: Albert Einstein
Ever wonder what a famous person would have as their instant messaging status at work? Well now you'll know! Jeremy's Status Message proudly presents, Status Messages of the Famous:
Einstein = Morning Conference Call
Famous Person: Albert Einstein, of course.
Explanation: Well, I certainly hope you don't need a full explanation for this one, but I'll give one anyway. The status implies that Einstein is on his morning conference call. BUT, Einstein was a creative guy, so his message also implies that E equals M C squared, which is pretty much the only thing most people know about him.
I'm reminded by the famous quote by football commentator Joe Theismann, who once said, "Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein."
Special Blog Bonus: It's the Einstein action figure! I have one which I used to proudly display in my office.*
*I actually had it hanging on the wall, still in its package, because it was more funny that way.
Einstein = Morning Conference Call
Famous Person: Albert Einstein, of course.
Explanation: Well, I certainly hope you don't need a full explanation for this one, but I'll give one anyway. The status implies that Einstein is on his morning conference call. BUT, Einstein was a creative guy, so his message also implies that E equals M C squared, which is pretty much the only thing most people know about him.
I'm reminded by the famous quote by football commentator Joe Theismann, who once said, "Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein."
Special Blog Bonus: It's the Einstein action figure! I have one which I used to proudly display in my office.*
*I actually had it hanging on the wall, still in its package, because it was more funny that way.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Boring Recipe Post
There are some people who do very funny and well-written recipe posts that other people read even if they don't like to cook.
This isn't a post like that.
Here's the link to the Macaroni and Cheese I made for Emma's birthday (and every other kid birthday we have). It's super healthy.
And this is how you make those super yummy, super easy, super Pretty Parfaits:
2. Using the rim of one of your tall, clear glasses, cut circles in the cake.
3. Layer:
This isn't a post like that.
Here's the link to the Macaroni and Cheese I made for Emma's birthday (and every other kid birthday we have). It's super healthy.
And this is how you make those super yummy, super easy, super Pretty Parfaits:
2. Using the rim of one of your tall, clear glasses, cut circles in the cake.
3. Layer:
- cake
- thawed frozen raspberries (1-2 bags)
- raspberry sherbet
- vanilla ice cream
4. Repeat layers twice.
5. Top with whipped cream and red sprinkles.
This makes, probably, 6-8 tall parfaits. I have used this at girl baby showers and birthdays and people die over them.
(Again, I would LOVE to know if you've tried any of my recipes and if you liked them. It's good for my ego.)
Quick Quote #19
The kids and I were discussing my college years and Jane asked me if I'd had a bike a college. I said, "No" and Gabe said: "Yeah, Jane, bikes weren't even invented yet."
And he was serious.
Reflection on Genuflection
People just don't genuflect like they used to.
Explanation: The other day I heard the word "genuflect" used and I realized that it has been a long time since I've heard it before. Frankly, I think the world is going to pot and people should really be showing more reverence than they do. I can't remember the last time I was bowed to. What's the deal, people? Do I not deserve the simple respect of being bowed to and called "Your Majesty" or "Your Highness"? How about "Your Holy Statusness"? I have a ring. You may kiss it if you wish. All I'm asking for is a little respect. Yeah baby. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Take care, TCB. Oh, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, a little respect. Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, whoa babe, just a little bit. A little respect, just a little bit. I get tired just a little bit. Keep on trying just a little bit. You're running out of foolin' just a little bit. And I ain't lyin' just a little bit. The world would be more special if more people would genuflect once in a while. And by special I don't mean special like that Kleinemann boy down the street. More special like... like Special K, the cereal. Hey, what do they do with the regular K? And for that matter, what ever happend to Kaye Ballard? You know, if you said mallard and you had a cold, it would sound like ballard. This is life so go and have a ball. Because the world don't move to the beat of just one drum. What might be right for you may not be right for some. You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have ... my opening statement. Sit, Ubu, sit. Good dog.
Special Blog Bonus: Don't get it? Neither do I! Let's just have a good laugh and enjoy a Far Side about cows:
Explanation: The other day I heard the word "genuflect" used and I realized that it has been a long time since I've heard it before. Frankly, I think the world is going to pot and people should really be showing more reverence than they do. I can't remember the last time I was bowed to. What's the deal, people? Do I not deserve the simple respect of being bowed to and called "Your Majesty" or "Your Highness"? How about "Your Holy Statusness"? I have a ring. You may kiss it if you wish. All I'm asking for is a little respect. Yeah baby. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Take care, TCB. Oh, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, a little respect. Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, whoa babe, just a little bit. A little respect, just a little bit. I get tired just a little bit. Keep on trying just a little bit. You're running out of foolin' just a little bit. And I ain't lyin' just a little bit. The world would be more special if more people would genuflect once in a while. And by special I don't mean special like that Kleinemann boy down the street. More special like... like Special K, the cereal. Hey, what do they do with the regular K? And for that matter, what ever happend to Kaye Ballard? You know, if you said mallard and you had a cold, it would sound like ballard. This is life so go and have a ball. Because the world don't move to the beat of just one drum. What might be right for you may not be right for some. You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have ... my opening statement. Sit, Ubu, sit. Good dog.
Special Blog Bonus: Don't get it? Neither do I! Let's just have a good laugh and enjoy a Far Side about cows:
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