Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
[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 know, Zen! He just needs to GET OVER IT and hold still.
At midnight last night, after reading decorating and decluttering sites, I got a wild hair, and went down into our scary basement, and cleaned and organized the laundry section. It's still in an unfinished basement, but that little section is neat and tidy; I even found carpet roll remnants and put them down.
Ah, the joys of being a Virgo!
Coming in late, but Fuck Cancer.
I thought it was worth mentioning. In fact, I had this brief mental flash of you talking about it in your Doggy Lama seminars.
Completely this. A good friend, who used to run a pet store, didn't even know about the classes...so, there will be much edumacation going on, once I'm in the know.
smonster, give that Frankie boy a pat for me! Did you use the canned pumpkin trick with the bones? It's miraculous...seriously.
So I decide the panel is ready for a more subtle musical moment: Eleanor Rigby. This ode to loneliness, from the Beatles’ landmark 1966 album Revolver, showcases Paul McCartney’s gift for empathy, perfectly capturing sadness with such evocative lines as “writing a sermon that no-one will hear”. The children are uncharacteristically quiet.
“It’s about lonely people. It’s about poor people,” says Rowan, looking sad.
“It’s about ragged tramps in newspapers on the street,” says Otto, upping the tragic imagery. “But the Beatles weren’t poor. They were famous. Fame leads to riches. Riches lead to a Nintendo DS.”
“The Beatles need to buy houses and cars, and a helicopter,” reflects Isabella. “But they still want to make the poor people feel a bit better.”
“I think they wrote the song when they went into a graveyard,” concludes Otto.
Heh.
I just realized that I did the stupidest thing ever. I needed to transfer money from my ING account to my regular checking account to cover a check. I have just realized that I transferred the money FROM my regular checking account TO my ING account. Hello bounced check!
I just realized that I did the stupidest thing ever.
I don't think you have a grasp on this "stupidest thing ever."
To educate you, I refer you to the guy who tried to masturbate with a belt sander and cook off half his cock.
I need to send out a cry of "Fuck Cancer" as well. My step-grandfather was just diagnosed with mesothelioma. Chances of survival are about nil.
He is an amazing person, very smart and funny and irreverent in the vein of John Cleese, and... I'm just kind of stunned. I've been closer to him than to either of my biological grandfathers, and while I kind of knew he wasn't going to be around forever (he's in his eighties), the fact that he's probably not going to be around at Christmas just doesn't seem right.
He's heading back to England (he never did bother to become a full U.S. citizen - he found all the questionnaires, etc. appallingly intrusive) via cruise ship to go see family over there. I have an awful feeling he won't be coming back.
{{Anne}} How awful! I hope the time you get to spend with him before he leaves is all wonderful memories for you.
Oh, Anne, I'm so sorry.
Oh, Anne. I am so very, very sorry.