Nothing cures the Monday Mehs like a good singing, so last evening I went to hear the Bubba County Chorale's Christmas concert. The spirit was upon us, I tell you. I was particularly moved by the group's rendition of "Dona Nobis Pacem, " or, as the locals sang it, "Dona Nobis Possum."
May the holiday season bring peace, and marsupials, and all other fine blessings to you, my friends.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
funky friday, bill evans edition
Nice rendition of a classic.
It's a rainy Black Friday/Buy Nothing Day here in Bubbaville. A good day for cleaning house to work off some of the Thanksgiving calories consumed yesterday. And I might have the opportunity to babysit a Yamaha electric baby grand, so I need to make room for it, just in case.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Nooooooooooooo!!!!
"Refudiate" named word of the year.
Really?
Really??
It would be different if Ms. Palin's congolmorization was intentional, a-la Norm Crosby. And if she didn't try to elevate her errors to the level of Shakespearian wordsmithing.
English teachers have their work cut out for them for the forseeable future. (If, that is, they are able to remain employed at all.)
I can only wonder what's next -- Bill Clinton promoting GW Bush's memoirs?
Oh.
Really?
Really??
It would be different if Ms. Palin's congolmorization was intentional, a-la Norm Crosby. And if she didn't try to elevate her errors to the level of Shakespearian wordsmithing.
English teachers have their work cut out for them for the forseeable future. (If, that is, they are able to remain employed at all.)
I can only wonder what's next -- Bill Clinton promoting GW Bush's memoirs?
Oh.
Monday, November 15, 2010
monday meh, with miscellaneous musings
Girl in Red Kimono, by George Hendrick Breitner
I can't figure out why, now that we're back on Standard Time, the 6a.m. sky is really not much lighter than the 6a.m. sky was under Daylight Savings Time.
It's not a good idea to watch "The Big Lebowski" just before going to bed, unless you enjoy trippy dreams.
According to the American Society for Aesthetic Plastic Surgery, the number of buttock augmentation procedures performed in the United States has risen 37% since 2008. I wish there was a donor registry for this.
Is it an anomaly that I actually know all but 2 or 3 of my "Facebook Friends" outside of Facebook? Who really has thousands of friends???
This year intellikid won't be coming home for Thanksgiving. Meh.
It's not a good idea to watch "The Big Lebowski" just before going to bed, unless you enjoy trippy dreams.
According to the American Society for Aesthetic Plastic Surgery, the number of buttock augmentation procedures performed in the United States has risen 37% since 2008. I wish there was a donor registry for this.
Is it an anomaly that I actually know all but 2 or 3 of my "Facebook Friends" outside of Facebook? Who really has thousands of friends???
This year intellikid won't be coming home for Thanksgiving. Meh.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
eleven eleven
Thoughts & wisdom for today shared by tnlib at Parsley's Pics.
I couldn't think of anything more to say.
I couldn't think of anything more to say.
Monday, November 8, 2010
monday meh, fall back edition
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Same house, different worlds
Conversation with mother at dinner last evening:
Mom: "Are you an AARP member?"
Me: "No."
Mom: "Good. Don't join."
Me: "Why?"
Mom: "They've raised their insurance rates. For their employees. For everyone. Something like 9 per-cent. Because of the health care law. Which they pushed for."
Me: "Well, AARP isn't the insurance company - the insurer they contract with is raising its rates - like many other insurance companies are - because they can. The new law will restrict them from arbitrarily increasing rates in the future, so they're grabbing money while they can."
Mom; "Oh. I thought they were the insurance company. Well, my rates are going up. I think they are. I'll have to look at my papers. (pause) I'm going to drop everything. If I get sick I'll just shoot myself."
Me: (Sighing loudly) "Do you want more wine?"
The rest of the meal progressed rather uneventfully; mother reading grocery store fliers while I perused the IKEA catalog. Then my mother asked me if IKEA was Chinese or Japanese.
"Um, they're Swedish."
"Oh. Well, everyone in the catalog looked Oriental."
Glancing down at the blonde family gathered round the lovely kitchen scene in the catalog, I remained silent. I needed all my strength to keep from banging my head against the table....
Friday, November 5, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
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