Wednesday, October 04, 2006
There's a hard moon coming. I'm telling you -- no, I'm warning you. This weekend's full moon is going to be one bad futhermucker. I've already been feeling its rays of doom for a couple of days now. Who will save me? Dumb question. Who always saves me? I do! I do!
Anybody owe you an apology? Think you'll ever get it? If you do, bump it up to next week. Nobody's going to apologize to anybody under this weird moon force-field. In fact, they're probably going to do worse stuff to you than ever. Every now and then, I'll sort of half-assed expect to see one -- an apology, not a moon -- in my inbox. It's owed, bet your ass. I've quit looking for it, though. It'll never happen, not in this lifetime. Some lifetime or another. Not this one.
There were these two little old ladies... Stop snickering, I'm serious. And I'm not talking about myself, either. We've had two little old ladies in the office this week to sign their wills. They're both 92 years old. One was in Monday. She looked under 70 and was sharp as a tack. She drives a 1993 Buick with 16,000 miles on the odometer. The second was in yesterday, guided by her 70-year-old son. She hemmed and hawed and had to have everything read to her multiple times. Finally, after about forty-five minutes, she deigned to actually sign the darn thing. Then, we asked her to initial something. She asks what that means, and we tell her she just needs to write her initials, right there on the little line. She looks up and says, "My initials? Okay, but what are they?" Yarrrr.
Item, Funny: This twit posted a piece knocking the advice dispensed by unqualified personnel on some Web site or another. Apparently, the Emperor in his New Clothes lacked the good sense to see what everyone else saw; to-wit, he was actually describing ... his own site. Duh.
Item, Not Funny: In fact, it's so not funny it needs a black border around it. Alas, I can't find any way to do that on Blogger. 21 U.S. troops have been killed in Iraq so far this month. It's only the 4th.
We have a massive haul of Words Gone Wild today. You know, I've finally figured out what these people are doing. They're interviewing for Blogger's Word Verification writer positions. Flqxuptu!
exersize - How big the ex's clothes were that you threw out.
greef - Sequel to "Grease," opening soon off-Broadway.
precipitouse - The opposite of a chanteuse; i.e., a really bad singer.
myster - My mister.
adresses - Better quality garments than B-dresses.
horible look cam over his face - Yeah, that's what happens with cheap Web cams.
hayk - A wrecked kayak.
anoucment - An "Ouch!" moment, right when the boo-boo first happens.
Reality will stain your mind! - Damn straight!
edit it, ect, ect. - Ick, Ick, from the bottom of the slush pile.
We are drawn to do certain things with out lives - I'm curious as to what things you can do dead. I guess I'll find out someday.
dont worry about the typos! pleas! - Hear my plea, please -- I AM worried about them.
the little beat of the little lamb - We've called the animal abuse hotline on this one.