I always sing "I like to see it lap the miles, and lick the valleys up" to Yellow Rose of Texas. It actually helps me remember.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I could see this. With your deadpan delivery, you could be like Steven Wright.
Heh, thanks. I wasn't even doing my deadpan thing, mostly just being me. The animated version of me, I mean. I'm in a two-day "Communicating to Influence" course, and we have to keep giving little presentations.
Sometimes I think about giving stand-up a try (this isn't the first time someone's suggested it), but I have no idea what I would talk about. And who would listen to me. (I think it'd be fun, though. If there's one thing I like, it's making people laugh.)
So--- was this a nice Indian girl who told you this, Polter-Cow... because we might have found your wife! :)
Alas, no. Although that nice Indian girl did like my OKC profile.
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"Any poem by Emily Dickinson can be sung to the tune of The Yellow Rose of Texas"
Yes, and the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales can be sung to the tune of The Lonely Goatherd.
"Whan that Aprile with his shoures soote, odelayee, odelayee, oh, hee, hoo! The droughte of March hath perced to the roote, odelayee, odelay, hee hoo!"
Congratulations, Hil! Give that woman a sword cane, that she may run her advisor through! "From fore to aft? He'll feel a draft!"
Standup is fun, as long as you have good material. You're articulate, clever, and engaging--you'd probably do quite well. This could be a sideline for you!
Congratulations to Stephanie, too!
long ago, they used to say "don't drive the car over 45 mph for the first 1,000 miles
And, if you were my grandfather, you could beat a speeding ticket by saying that the car was new and you'd never drive it faster than recommended.
My Gmail is down. WOE!
Anyone who hates on the south should come see me in Texas, let me take you to Louisiana, and then watch Wrong Eyed Jesus. We can be awesome, horrid, and human all the time.
My mother went to visit a friend in Florida, and she sent me twenty pounds of citrus. Guess I won't get scurvy. (Last time she did this, I was living in a dorm room that had absolutely no extra space. I ended up having an orange party.)
BTW, Hil, you can release that job~ma any time, I just sent my resume and whatnot to Sparky's uni. I'm perfect for the job.
Mmmmmm Hil. What did she send you?
In healthy food news, for dinner I made brown rice and bok choy and am eating them drizzled with sessame oil, a little oyster sauce, and a couple of pieces of this kimchee skate wing at a sort of garnishy proportion.
I've deffinately gotten hooked on fish and rice lately.
All the job~ma released and sent in Vortex's direction, and the direction of anybody else who needs some!
Mmmmmm Hil. What did she send you?
Valencia oranges and red grapefruit.