Monday, September 03, 2007

Love's Labour's Lost?

He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book;
He hath not eat paper, as it were;
He hath not drunk ink.

- William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lost," 4.2

Ding Dong! The armoire's up. Which armoire? The Satanic armoire!
Ding Dong! The stupid armoire's up.

The back and sides are attached and standing upright at any rate. Now there's much head scratching going on about how to install the shelves and attach the door. There still seems to be about 5,000 parts left in the plastic bag of hardware.

I really have nothing much to say today. This is my 4th day of lying around like the Queen of Sheba and basically vegetating. Why blow a good thing and start taxing my brain now? Actually, I haven't spent my entire holiday weekend doing nothing. My house is cleaner than it's been in a long time, and I do have the new armoire thingey -- albeit still mostly unassembled. I've been doing a lot of other (mostly pleasurable) things as well, so I consider it a long weekend well spent. Okay, so I'm exaggerating with the Queen of Sheba analogy. There's no one standing by waving fans and feeding me grapes. I must say, though, that's not a bad little fantasy.

If Labor Day signifies celebration of working folks with an extra weekend day thrown in, I'm all for it. Happy Labor Day to you.

That said, and it still being true that I have so little to say, let's just listen to some music. I chose this because /t. mentioned it the other day and it evokes some mighty fine memories.

It's Iron Butterfly, "In A Gadda Da Vida." And I'll tell you what, I'll make up some kind of award for the first person who can actually define "in a gadda da vida." It's been said that the singer was drunk and slurring the words, "in the Garden of Eden." Maybe that's true, maybe it isn't. Even if it is true, I'll bet you anything there's a much more fun definition rattling around in somebody's head.

In A Gadda da Vida - Part I

In A Gadda Da Vida - Part II

Speaking of definitions, why don't I toss out a few Words Gone Wild and see what you can do with them?

treated wyth respect
we're being jipped
neither here nore there
Jazz festible

Chance You'll Live to 100: 71%

100 is looking pretty likely for you right now. You've made your health a priority.
So kick back, keep doing what you're doing, and enjoy the great life you've made for yourself.
And you might get to see what the world is like 70, 80, or even 90 years from now.


Roxan said...

My son is good at putting stuff together and he's got a built in map. Would you like to rent him? LOL

Anonymous said...

Satanic armoire!

don't worry about
those 5000 parts --
they always like to throw in a few extras at the factory...

in-a-gadda-da-vida :)

when i die, i'm having my head removed from my body, frozen in a liquid element, revived in future, and attached to another body -- just so i can laugh at all of you really old people that took care of yourselves and lived forever -- ha ha hahah ahaha ha haha hah ah ahahah ha hah ahah ha hahha hahahaha hah ha ha!


Serena Joy said...

Oh, please, Roxan, for God's sake, YES! Cost is no barrier. You should see what El Hubs has done to The Thing. Jayyyyy-sus.:)

I suspected that bit about the extras, /t. The factories are staffed by dyed-in-the-wool Satanists (and sadists), aren't they? Let me know how that head freezing deal goes. I might be interested since I figure I might not be quite as spry once I hit 100.:)

CharlesProgrammr said...
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CharlesProgrammr said...

"In A Gadda Da Vida."
Gadda was a practising engineer from Milan, and he both loved and hated his job. Critics have compared him to other writers with a scientific background, such as Primo Levi, Robert Musil and Thomas Pynchon--a similar spirit of exactitude pervades some of Gadda's books.

Carlo Emilio Gadda was born in Milan in 1893, and he was always intensely Milanese, although late in his life Florence and Rome also became an influence. Gadda's nickname is Il gran Lombardo, The Great Lombard: a reference to the famous lines 70-3 of Paradiso XVII, which predict the protection Dante would receive from Bartolomeo della Scala of Verona during his exile from Florence: "Lo primo tuo refugio e 'l primo ostello / sarà la cortesia del gran Lombardo/ che 'n su la scala porta il santo uccello" ("Your first refuge and inn shall be the courtesy of the great Lombard, who bears on the ladder the sacred bird").
Vi·da /ˈvidə, ˈvaɪdə/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[vee-duh, vahy-duh] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
a female given name. Unabridged (v 1.1)
Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.
U.S. Gazetteer - Cite This Source

Vida, MT Zip code(s): 59274

Vida, OR Zip code(s): 97488

Must mean In an engineer from MT or OR. Well, its just an idea that its just an idea. I always heard the explanation you already gave. This is more interesting though.

Charles said...

Goofy darned blogger, I use one silly tab with my other ID and it tries to use it for everything, even the things I'm signed into already. What I meant to say was its an idea in the engineer... duh.

Charles said...

Hmmm. The Satanic Armoire...
The Armoire of Abbadon
The Armoire of Apollyon
The Buffet of Beelzebub
The Bureau of Belial
The Cabinet of Cain
The Chest of Cloven Hoof
The Étagère of Ebru Labadon
The Furniture of Father of Lies
The Highboy of Hell
The Hutch of Hitler
The ??

Anonymous said...

sideboard of satan


Serena Joy said...

Hmmm, Charles. I'm sure that old Carlo Emilio Gadda was an interesting enough fellow, but I kind of suspect that Iron Butterfly wasn't singing about him. Unless they were way more bombed than I thought. I wouldn't mind being called Vida.:)

Oh, good -- now you guys are naming my unfortunate piece of, um, furniture. I like them all, and I'll add Shitty Shelving to the list. Along with Hutch From the Fiery Flames of Hell, which is where I'd now like to send it.:-)

Lee said...

Hey Serena! I hope you enjoyed your leisurely long weekend. Don't feel guilty...that's the way a long weekend should be spent, I believe.

I've been swamped lately so am only now catching up with blogs. Sorry for my absence (if you noticed it, that is!) ;)

Scary Monster said...

Ferget the extra parts, just use a glue gun.

Hey Charles, /t, Youse forgot Pandora's Box. That be the scariest!

That song be too infectious. Iffin Me listens too it, Me gonna be walkin around all day half mumbling the already deranged words.


Serena Joy said...

Hey, Lee! I always miss you, girl. I can't say much, though, since I've been MIA a lot myself.

A glue gun would have been a good idea, Scary, but I'm not allowed to possess weapons like glue guns and chain saws.:) Go ahead, hum the song. It'll make you happy.

Charles said...

Hey better odds than I would have guessed. Better than 2 to 1.

Chance You'll Live to 100: 69%
100 is looking pretty likely for you right now. You've made your health a priority.
So kick back, keep doing what you're doing, and enjoy the great life you've made for yourself.
And you might get to see what the world is like 70, 80, or even 90 years from now.

Serena Joy said...

Unless I miss my guess, I think we'll all be around, still blogging away, when we're 100.:-)

Roxan said...

My son gave me a funny look when I told him I rented him out. LOL

Corn Dog said...

My sister ordered the original vinyl of Inna Goda when it first came out from some record club. I thought she was so cool in her yellow hot pants.

Serena Joy said...

LOL, Roxan. I'll bet he did give you a pretty odd look.:)

Oh, my word, CD -- yellow hot pants?! LOL.:)

G-Man said...

How about ...
The Chest of Charles?

Charles said...

The Ark of the Coven.

Serena Joy said...

I do believe that cursed thing was manufactured by a pissed off coven. They'd better look out because I do believe I could raise a badder, angrier coven.:-)