Chicago Cubs fans are familiar, of course, with the legend of the Billy Goat... in 1945 Bill Sianis bought a World's Series ticket for both he AND his pet goat, and the two came to Wrigley together for Game Four. They were ejected together as well, and Sianis "cursed" the team, which has never reached the World's Series since then.
Jump to 1969, when a black cat rushed onto the field at Shea Stadium and circled Cubs star Ron Santo before exiting. (Originally I thought it was Fergie Jenkins, not being alive enough yet to see it firsthand. Apologies.) The Windy City has seen its share of critters on the field of play.
Nothing, however, quite beats what happened a couple of nights ago to the aptly-named Blackhawks. That is, indeed, a pigeon standing at center ice while the 'Hawks and Nashville are playing.
Maybe Chicago can get Randy Johnson to drop the ceremonial first puck at their next home, to take care of the problem for good.
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Friday, December 19, 2008
A Christmas Survey
cross-posted in the comments of Tracey's post. Go there and play along!
1. Opening presents: Christmas Eve or Christmas morning?
... a little of both. Christmas Eve when i visit the folks on my Dad's side of the family, and the rest the next morning at Ladybug's folks.
2. What do you do with all the paper as it’s being ripped from presents? What about the ribbon?
... we save the neat ribbon and any gift bags; we toss the rest as we go.
3. Do you take turns opening presents or is it a free-for-all?
... more turn-based than real-time.
4. Does someone act like Santa, passing out presents?
... usually.
5. Do you play Christmas music in the background whilst opening presents?
... there's Christmas music most of the time: meals, presents, etc. etc.
6. I have just given you a gift of socks. Tell me what you say to make me believe you like them, you really like them.
... actually, I probably DO really like them. I never seem to have enough socks and I hate it when my feet feel cold.
7. Do you like egg nog?
... very much.
8. Are there any other kinds of nogs that you’re aware of? If not, why not just call egg nog “nog” if it’s the only nog there is?
... actually, I think "nog" is the modifier, not the noun; there aren't different types of nog, there are different types of egg product: egg nog, egg cream, etc. Then again, my wife makes a nog punch which is maybe 25% nog, and 75% other fun things like kahlua and ice cream and coffee.
9. Are there any pre-dinner drinks or snacks available at your house on Christmas and, if so, what are they?
... they are endless. We Italians graze before we sit down for the actual meal. The items depend on who's cooking and what sounds interesting while we're planning.
10. What do you wear for Christmas dinner? If you wear elastic pants and admit it, please know I admire you deeply and may very well fall in love with you. Please do not panic.
... we tend to dress decently; not quite church best but it's an occasion and there's usually lots of relatives to look nice for. Breakfast on Christmas morning is our slouch-around shlubby-looking time.
11. If you’re not hosting the dinner, do you assist in the pre-dinner prep?
... sure do. Everyone volunteers to bring a dish.
12. If so, have you ever considered starting to play with the nearest child immediately upon your arrival at said Christmas dinner, causing him or her to REQUIRE your delightful company up until the very moment dinner is served thereby making it impossible for you to leave the little angel’s side and assist in the kitchen lest a loud, unsightly tantrum ensue? I’m just sayin’ is all. I myself would not do this, oh no, but I would not judge you should you decide to give it a whirl.
... we've got a dearth of adorable children in the family right now - the youngest of any of the cousins is 15. In a few years this may be a viable strategy.
13. What’s for Christmas dinner? Along that same vein, what time should I be there?
... to which course do you refer? There's usually some atnipasta and other hors dourves, some digestion, then a turkey, and more digestion, there's usually a lasagna or some other pasta (Italians, remember?), and then yet more digestion and probably a nap, and then pastries and coffee. Basically, show up any time after noon and you will need a wheelbarrow to get back to your car.
14. Do you have a kiddie table and will I be forced to sit there?
... see above. Even if we did, no, we would make room for you with the rest of us, and force you to talk about grownup stuff for about three minutes - or until someone quoted "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians," whichever came first.
15. Who is tipsy at your Christmas dinner, besides me, of course?
... we're not inclined to the tipsy; at least, not through tasty beverage. I am pretty much permanently tipsy through natural causes, and especially at holidays.
16. Is there something that is tradition at your Christmas dinner that you cannot stand or simply do not understand?
... nothing comes to mind.
17. Turkey: White meat or dark meat?
... dark, thanks!
8. Turducken: I know what it is. I need to know why it is. Please enlighten.
... Infinitely Recursive Poultry. If anyone could answer this I'm sure a shadowy government conspiracy would chase them across the snow-covered streets, with thrills, twists, and a truly cockamamie plot device; tragically killing the wise older mentor and a couple of wassailers, before finally indulging in a pointless set-piece in front of the tree at Rockefeller Center, in which we discover the shocking, shocking truth about Frank Perdue's secret island experiments, funded by Butterball and Aflac.
19. Cranberry sauce: yea or nay?
... yea.
20. What happens after dinner? Napping? Sqaubbling? Frolf?
... is 'frolf' a hobbit or a Muppet?
21. What’s for dessert?
... Italian bakery goods, pies, and snitched leftover turkey scraps while no-one's lookin'.
22. What’s the best Christmas dessert, in your opinion?
... I'm on record as favoring my Mom's creme puffs, which were a holiday staple all the years we were kids. I may break out the old recipe this year and restart the tradition.
23. Now that it’s dessert, who is snockered? You can tell me.
... I can't. Remember that shadowy conspiracy? There's enough left for a sequel to The Turducken Code. It's called The Snockered Syndrome. We've got Denzel Washington and Charlize Theron. THIS Christmas, it's PERSONAL.
24. How many pieces/helpings of dessert do you have? Just know that whatever number you tell me, I will double it in my head to get closer to the truth, ‘mkay, Peaches?
... mmmm, peaches...
25. Will Christmas carols be sung loudly and off-key, ad nauseum, until baby Jesus cries?
... we do this at our parish a few days before Christmas. I don't know if Baby Jesus cries, but I usually do.
26. Will you be forced to pose for photos at some point by someone making their giddy artistic vision your immediate personal burden?
... well, reverse it - I'm the giddy artistic one, and everyone else just wants me to put the blergin' camera DOWN already for crying out loud.
27. Finally … Christmas day exit strategy: What’s yours?
... exit strategy? Usually we just peter out and sleep for a while.
1. Opening presents: Christmas Eve or Christmas morning?
... a little of both. Christmas Eve when i visit the folks on my Dad's side of the family, and the rest the next morning at Ladybug's folks.
2. What do you do with all the paper as it’s being ripped from presents? What about the ribbon?
... we save the neat ribbon and any gift bags; we toss the rest as we go.
3. Do you take turns opening presents or is it a free-for-all?
... more turn-based than real-time.
4. Does someone act like Santa, passing out presents?
... usually.
5. Do you play Christmas music in the background whilst opening presents?
... there's Christmas music most of the time: meals, presents, etc. etc.
6. I have just given you a gift of socks. Tell me what you say to make me believe you like them, you really like them.
... actually, I probably DO really like them. I never seem to have enough socks and I hate it when my feet feel cold.
7. Do you like egg nog?
... very much.
8. Are there any other kinds of nogs that you’re aware of? If not, why not just call egg nog “nog” if it’s the only nog there is?
... actually, I think "nog" is the modifier, not the noun; there aren't different types of nog, there are different types of egg product: egg nog, egg cream, etc. Then again, my wife makes a nog punch which is maybe 25% nog, and 75% other fun things like kahlua and ice cream and coffee.
9. Are there any pre-dinner drinks or snacks available at your house on Christmas and, if so, what are they?
... they are endless. We Italians graze before we sit down for the actual meal. The items depend on who's cooking and what sounds interesting while we're planning.
10. What do you wear for Christmas dinner? If you wear elastic pants and admit it, please know I admire you deeply and may very well fall in love with you. Please do not panic.
... we tend to dress decently; not quite church best but it's an occasion and there's usually lots of relatives to look nice for. Breakfast on Christmas morning is our slouch-around shlubby-looking time.
11. If you’re not hosting the dinner, do you assist in the pre-dinner prep?
... sure do. Everyone volunteers to bring a dish.
12. If so, have you ever considered starting to play with the nearest child immediately upon your arrival at said Christmas dinner, causing him or her to REQUIRE your delightful company up until the very moment dinner is served thereby making it impossible for you to leave the little angel’s side and assist in the kitchen lest a loud, unsightly tantrum ensue? I’m just sayin’ is all. I myself would not do this, oh no, but I would not judge you should you decide to give it a whirl.
... we've got a dearth of adorable children in the family right now - the youngest of any of the cousins is 15. In a few years this may be a viable strategy.
13. What’s for Christmas dinner? Along that same vein, what time should I be there?
... to which course do you refer? There's usually some atnipasta and other hors dourves, some digestion, then a turkey, and more digestion, there's usually a lasagna or some other pasta (Italians, remember?), and then yet more digestion and probably a nap, and then pastries and coffee. Basically, show up any time after noon and you will need a wheelbarrow to get back to your car.
14. Do you have a kiddie table and will I be forced to sit there?
... see above. Even if we did, no, we would make room for you with the rest of us, and force you to talk about grownup stuff for about three minutes - or until someone quoted "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians," whichever came first.
15. Who is tipsy at your Christmas dinner, besides me, of course?
... we're not inclined to the tipsy; at least, not through tasty beverage. I am pretty much permanently tipsy through natural causes, and especially at holidays.
16. Is there something that is tradition at your Christmas dinner that you cannot stand or simply do not understand?
... nothing comes to mind.
17. Turkey: White meat or dark meat?
... dark, thanks!
8. Turducken: I know what it is. I need to know why it is. Please enlighten.
... Infinitely Recursive Poultry. If anyone could answer this I'm sure a shadowy government conspiracy would chase them across the snow-covered streets, with thrills, twists, and a truly cockamamie plot device; tragically killing the wise older mentor and a couple of wassailers, before finally indulging in a pointless set-piece in front of the tree at Rockefeller Center, in which we discover the shocking, shocking truth about Frank Perdue's secret island experiments, funded by Butterball and Aflac.
19. Cranberry sauce: yea or nay?
... yea.
20. What happens after dinner? Napping? Sqaubbling? Frolf?
... is 'frolf' a hobbit or a Muppet?
21. What’s for dessert?
... Italian bakery goods, pies, and snitched leftover turkey scraps while no-one's lookin'.
22. What’s the best Christmas dessert, in your opinion?
... I'm on record as favoring my Mom's creme puffs, which were a holiday staple all the years we were kids. I may break out the old recipe this year and restart the tradition.
23. Now that it’s dessert, who is snockered? You can tell me.
... I can't. Remember that shadowy conspiracy? There's enough left for a sequel to The Turducken Code. It's called The Snockered Syndrome. We've got Denzel Washington and Charlize Theron. THIS Christmas, it's PERSONAL.
24. How many pieces/helpings of dessert do you have? Just know that whatever number you tell me, I will double it in my head to get closer to the truth, ‘mkay, Peaches?
... mmmm, peaches...
25. Will Christmas carols be sung loudly and off-key, ad nauseum, until baby Jesus cries?
... we do this at our parish a few days before Christmas. I don't know if Baby Jesus cries, but I usually do.
26. Will you be forced to pose for photos at some point by someone making their giddy artistic vision your immediate personal burden?
... well, reverse it - I'm the giddy artistic one, and everyone else just wants me to put the blergin' camera DOWN already for crying out loud.
27. Finally … Christmas day exit strategy: What’s yours?
... exit strategy? Usually we just peter out and sleep for a while.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Slow blog day
Sorry about the gap in posts right now. Busy everywhere. I can't even bridge the gap with a meme or something. But you can have fun with global cooli er, warm (crap) climate change (whew!) in the comments here. (Language alert)
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Poetry best served cold
From Greg Ames, via Tracey. One wonders how it happened...
A boy has dreams.
His heroes are tall,
his ideals are noble.
Most people get this about boys,
having been (or been near) one in times past.
Parents tread softly around boys' dreams,
even when their boy is weird.
This boy's dream shaped his world.
He was a serious, crusty six-year-old,
wore button-down shirts with rolled-up sleeves,
and he refused to have spunk.
His parents found him one April morning
with the electric razor,
trying to give himself male-pattern baldness.
Good parents tread softly around boys' dreams,
but this was much.
They took him out to see the show.
He didn't even mind
that his hero turned out to be short
and irascible.
He waited, reporter's steno book in hand,
an index card with "Press" in crayon
taped to his Twins cap.
"Mr. Grant, sir?"
It could have been pressure from rewrites,
it could have been the crowds.
It could have been that he broke into a take
that they'd tried eleven times.
It could have been how they all went "awww"
or the grin from Gavin MacLeod.
But Lou Grant hissed, "Not now, kid,"
and sent him on his way.
That night
the boy burned his homemade press pass in the backyard grill
and swore an oath over the ashes:
"I'll get you for this, Ed Asner."
A boy has dreams.
His heroes are tall,
his ideals are noble.
Most people get this about boys,
having been (or been near) one in times past.
Parents tread softly around boys' dreams,
even when their boy is weird.
This boy's dream shaped his world.
He was a serious, crusty six-year-old,
wore button-down shirts with rolled-up sleeves,
and he refused to have spunk.
His parents found him one April morning
with the electric razor,
trying to give himself male-pattern baldness.
Good parents tread softly around boys' dreams,
but this was much.
They took him out to see the show.
He didn't even mind
that his hero turned out to be short
and irascible.
He waited, reporter's steno book in hand,
an index card with "Press" in crayon
taped to his Twins cap.
"Mr. Grant, sir?"
It could have been pressure from rewrites,
it could have been the crowds.
It could have been that he broke into a take
that they'd tried eleven times.
It could have been how they all went "awww"
or the grin from Gavin MacLeod.
But Lou Grant hissed, "Not now, kid,"
and sent him on his way.
That night
the boy burned his homemade press pass in the backyard grill
and swore an oath over the ashes:
"I'll get you for this, Ed Asner."
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I Need a Bigger Gun..
...to take out this rattler.
With a body as thick as a fencepost and a head like a clenched fist, the rattlesnake shook off the pesky .22-caliber bullets.
That's if the bullets even found the coiled, menacing serpent. The shooter didn't dare get any closer than 15 feet.
Jim Epley, who turned 74 last week, watched as his neighbor used a .22-caliber handgun to dispatch the Eastern diamondback. He knew it would take more firepower. He fetched his .44-caliber Magnum. Two shots later, the snake was dead, although it continued to squirm for hours.
Epley said it was in the backyard of Vince Tracy's home in the Orange Blossom Acres subdivision outside Sebring on Monday morning.
"It was stalking a little kitten," Epley said.
Big snakes and big gators, that's what we got here in Florida, and we need big guns to deal with them. Especially to save little kittens from a hideous fate.
Sebring is about 70 miles south of Orlando.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Mystery Science Reader 10,000
The Hive clicked past the big round number - ten thousand hits since the reset. It looks like the "lucky" fellow is from the great state of Georgia; further, a returning visitor.
I don't know that many Georgians, so my bet is on the one and only WunderKraut as the "proud" ten-thousandth customer. I raise my insomniac's warm milk to you, kind sir!
I don't know that many Georgians, so my bet is on the one and only WunderKraut as the "proud" ten-thousandth customer. I raise my insomniac's warm milk to you, kind sir!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
It should be a rating
Ken was lamenting his poor blog rating (via Mingle² and their odd word-count system). I can't have that, now can I?
For use wherever fine Friday threads are posted!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Hockey fantasy advice
Do NOT take Eric Staal in your fantasy draft.
Seriously, it's kiss of death time. The Hurricanes will finish 25th in the conference this year and be demoted to the AHL. Cam Ward will move his locker to the opposite corner of the clubhouse. The Staal family will remove all sharp objects from Eric's immediate vicinity, including his own skates. Anything to keep him safe.
On a related note, the Mets have lost eight consecutive ball games. Here's your reason.
The fools.
Seriously, it's kiss of death time. The Hurricanes will finish 25th in the conference this year and be demoted to the AHL. Cam Ward will move his locker to the opposite corner of the clubhouse. The Staal family will remove all sharp objects from Eric's immediate vicinity, including his own skates. Anything to keep him safe.
On a related note, the Mets have lost eight consecutive ball games. Here's your reason.
The fools.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
You got me...
In alphabetical order**.
...A- Available or Single? Available, no. Single... technically, but I wouldn't act on that knowledge if I were you.
...B- Best Friend. "Will... YOU be my psychic FRIEND?" No? You sure? [/walkenvoice]
...C- Cake or Pie. You made both? How sweet. Pie is better, but I won't say no. (And flan is best - the Happy Dessert!)
...D- Drink of Choice. Way too much coffee, I'm afraid. I'm trying to do better.
...E- Essential Item. Lots of things come to mind, but they rotate... I can't do without a particular book or something for a month, and then pffft! But I'm on the computer quite often, so go with that. - OH! Duh. Music. Nearly any genre, too. Gimme my music!
...F- Favorite Color. I've always been a green-blue sort of fellow.
...G- Gummi Bears or Worms. Ew, worms? Maybe if they were GUMMI Worms. See, for me, G stands for Grammar - and I'm full-tilt Strunkian, baby.
...H- Hometown. Lindenhurst, "Lawn Guy Land." I've been exiled for about 20 years, though, so the accent only emerges under duress, sort of like My Fair Lady, only without the domineering.
...I- Indulgence. I loves me a good nap. And for some reason, I've had an ice cream jones the past few days, but file that under E for "comes and goes."
...J- January or February. January. It's the month to enjoy all your holiday swag and general good cheer. February in New Jersey is just cold and mean and grasping. Trust me: January is your friend, but February HATES you, and doesn't care that you know it.
...K- Kids. Reminds me of a popular little ditty on the radio around here:
.......one eight seven-seven kars for kids
.......K-A-R-S, kars for kids
.......one eight seven-seven kars for kids
.......donate your car today
Not that I know much about them, but that's what the internet is for.
...L- Life is incomplete without …. My Ladybug.
...M- Marriage Date. Soon. Exact day is classified - and I hate to do that to you, but there are reasons.
...N- Number of Siblings? 2.
...O- Oranges or Apples? Sorry, but I can't compare them.
...P- Phobias/Fears. I dislike bridges. Not a phobia anymore. When I was a kid on LI, my parents had to take the tunnels to get anywhere, or I would freak out hard. Ironically, I got myself over the worst of it by running away from home at the age of nine. To get to Grandma's house, I had to cross the overpass spanning Sunrise Highway. Major freak out, but I did it - for FREEDOM! (Like Grandma would have let me stay there and not told Mom and Dad, right? "Sorry, I haven't seen him." :::winks at Young Nightfly, who is stuffing his face with flan::: "He sent me this postcard from Timbuktu. He wears a fez now.")
...Q- Favorite Quote. I'm a quoting fool: Twain, Chesterton, Mystery Science Theater. But an everyday quote I keep in mind is from my dad - "If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well."
...R- Reasons to smile. My best girl. My friends. Great books. All the gorgeous blooming stuff everywhere right now, allergies be hanged. Purring kitties. Babies. Music. Smile = good.
...S- Season. Born in late summer, but I'm a spring sort of guy at heart.
...T- Tag Three. I do NOT tag. But it is a magic number. (Yes, it is!)
...U- Unknown Fact About Me. Hitherto unknown fact about me, you mean. That you want me to put on a blog read by tens of people weekly.
...V – Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals. Seems to me that the "or" is optional. One could eat only vegetables while harnessing the power of 137,400 hamsters on wheels for one's washing machine. Hey, hamsters are cheap, right? So, why not "Vegetarian or Freedom-Lover"?
(Ironically, I went lentil/noodle/fruits/nuts today without planning it.)
...W- Worst Habit. I'm too loud. On top of that, I have been known to blurt Things People in the Room Presently were Not Meant to Know in my Italian Loud voice. Much better now than formerly, so other bad habits are trying to pick up the slack.
...X – X-rays or Ultrasounds. I prefer the F-Ray. "And for the love of God... don't let it fall into the wrong hands!"
...Y- Your Favorite Foods. Indian is good. Pizza is very good. Flan on special occasions. My mom's lasagna and creme puffs. (Sorry, Ms. Sister, it had to be said.) And at the Omega Diner, anything with maple-peppered bacon, which are the three greatest words in the history of lunch.
...Z- Zodiac. What's my sign?? Let me put it this way - I'm old enough to get the joke, but young enough never to have been on the receiving end before. Domestically, I'm in Virgo; going Far East Side, I'm in the Year of the Rat, which was NOT a hit for songsmith Al Stewart. This should narrow down my temporal point of origin pretty closely for anyone so inclined... if reading this far hasn't exhausted your interest in me.
Swiped from Tracey, as seen everywhere fine blogs are written.
** note - NOT "a-b-c order." (Even though "alphabetic" translates roughly as "a-b order," again, I wouldn't try it that way around the Ladybug.)
...A- Available or Single? Available, no. Single... technically, but I wouldn't act on that knowledge if I were you.
...B- Best Friend. "Will... YOU be my psychic FRIEND?" No? You sure? [/walkenvoice]
...C- Cake or Pie. You made both? How sweet. Pie is better, but I won't say no. (And flan is best - the Happy Dessert!)
...D- Drink of Choice. Way too much coffee, I'm afraid. I'm trying to do better.
...E- Essential Item. Lots of things come to mind, but they rotate... I can't do without a particular book or something for a month, and then pffft! But I'm on the computer quite often, so go with that. - OH! Duh. Music. Nearly any genre, too. Gimme my music!
...F- Favorite Color. I've always been a green-blue sort of fellow.
...G- Gummi Bears or Worms. Ew, worms? Maybe if they were GUMMI Worms. See, for me, G stands for Grammar - and I'm full-tilt Strunkian, baby.
...H- Hometown. Lindenhurst, "Lawn Guy Land." I've been exiled for about 20 years, though, so the accent only emerges under duress, sort of like My Fair Lady, only without the domineering.
...I- Indulgence. I loves me a good nap. And for some reason, I've had an ice cream jones the past few days, but file that under E for "comes and goes."
...J- January or February. January. It's the month to enjoy all your holiday swag and general good cheer. February in New Jersey is just cold and mean and grasping. Trust me: January is your friend, but February HATES you, and doesn't care that you know it.
...K- Kids. Reminds me of a popular little ditty on the radio around here:
.......one eight seven-seven kars for kids
.......K-A-R-S, kars for kids
.......one eight seven-seven kars for kids
.......donate your car today
Not that I know much about them, but that's what the internet is for.
...L- Life is incomplete without …. My Ladybug.
...M- Marriage Date. Soon. Exact day is classified - and I hate to do that to you, but there are reasons.
...N- Number of Siblings? 2.
...O- Oranges or Apples? Sorry, but I can't compare them.
...P- Phobias/Fears. I dislike bridges. Not a phobia anymore. When I was a kid on LI, my parents had to take the tunnels to get anywhere, or I would freak out hard. Ironically, I got myself over the worst of it by running away from home at the age of nine. To get to Grandma's house, I had to cross the overpass spanning Sunrise Highway. Major freak out, but I did it - for FREEDOM! (Like Grandma would have let me stay there and not told Mom and Dad, right? "Sorry, I haven't seen him." :::winks at Young Nightfly, who is stuffing his face with flan::: "He sent me this postcard from Timbuktu. He wears a fez now.")
...Q- Favorite Quote. I'm a quoting fool: Twain, Chesterton, Mystery Science Theater. But an everyday quote I keep in mind is from my dad - "If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well."
...R- Reasons to smile. My best girl. My friends. Great books. All the gorgeous blooming stuff everywhere right now, allergies be hanged. Purring kitties. Babies. Music. Smile = good.
...S- Season. Born in late summer, but I'm a spring sort of guy at heart.
...T- Tag Three. I do NOT tag. But it is a magic number. (Yes, it is!)
...U- Unknown Fact About Me. Hitherto unknown fact about me, you mean. That you want me to put on a blog read by tens of people weekly.
...V – Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals. Seems to me that the "or" is optional. One could eat only vegetables while harnessing the power of 137,400 hamsters on wheels for one's washing machine. Hey, hamsters are cheap, right? So, why not "Vegetarian or Freedom-Lover"?
(Ironically, I went lentil/noodle/fruits/nuts today without planning it.)
...W- Worst Habit. I'm too loud. On top of that, I have been known to blurt Things People in the Room Presently were Not Meant to Know in my Italian Loud voice. Much better now than formerly, so other bad habits are trying to pick up the slack.
...X – X-rays or Ultrasounds. I prefer the F-Ray. "And for the love of God... don't let it fall into the wrong hands!"
...Y- Your Favorite Foods. Indian is good. Pizza is very good. Flan on special occasions. My mom's lasagna and creme puffs. (Sorry, Ms. Sister, it had to be said.) And at the Omega Diner, anything with maple-peppered bacon, which are the three greatest words in the history of lunch.
...Z- Zodiac. What's my sign?? Let me put it this way - I'm old enough to get the joke, but young enough never to have been on the receiving end before. Domestically, I'm in Virgo; going Far East Side, I'm in the Year of the Rat, which was NOT a hit for songsmith Al Stewart. This should narrow down my temporal point of origin pretty closely for anyone so inclined... if reading this far hasn't exhausted your interest in me.
Swiped from Tracey, as seen everywhere fine blogs are written.
** note - NOT "a-b-c order." (Even though "alphabetic" translates roughly as "a-b order," again, I wouldn't try it that way around the Ladybug.)
Monday, April 23, 2007
Musical Monday - hockey edition
Friends, I don't want anyone to think that a little disagreement between hockey blogs means that we're not all fans. So, the news that Columbus fired GM Doug MacLean has prompted a little musical interlude...
Not too long ago
The NHL expanded, though nobody's certain why
They gave Columbus town a chance
To field a team that could advance
And maybe give the Stanley Cup a try
But every April made fans shiver
As every year the team got sicker
Bottom of the standings
There were no happy landings
The owner gave the man nine years
But the playoffs were never near
And so the GM was cashiered
It's time to find a new hire
So bye-bye Mr. Blue Jackets Guy
Drafted players traded later
While the team lost each night
I saw good ol' fans snack on nachos and beer
Singing, "Soon the team will start to play right...
Soon the team will start to play right" ...
Not to disappoint anyone, but it would be a lot of work to cook up eight minutes of verses at this point, so if anyone who cares happens to see this... be my guest.
Not too long ago
The NHL expanded, though nobody's certain why
They gave Columbus town a chance
To field a team that could advance
And maybe give the Stanley Cup a try
But every April made fans shiver
As every year the team got sicker
Bottom of the standings
There were no happy landings
The owner gave the man nine years
But the playoffs were never near
And so the GM was cashiered
It's time to find a new hire
So bye-bye Mr. Blue Jackets Guy
Drafted players traded later
While the team lost each night
I saw good ol' fans snack on nachos and beer
Singing, "Soon the team will start to play right...
Soon the team will start to play right" ...
Not to disappoint anyone, but it would be a lot of work to cook up eight minutes of verses at this point, so if anyone who cares happens to see this... be my guest.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
X-Men 7, Dolphins 0
I've heard of a guy getting faked out of his shoes, and I've heard of a guy simply getting run over. But you've got to be good to go right through a guy - literally:
And that's not the only issue the guy has with the game, as you can see from a list of his postings. The Chancellor has not found retirement to be very relaxing...
And that's not the only issue the guy has with the game, as you can see from a list of his postings. The Chancellor has not found retirement to be very relaxing...
Some people still think it's April first
As Mr. Leghorn was wont to say, I'm cutting but he ain't bleeding.
Listen, it's nothing personal, Ken - I simply have high confidence that going below the fold on either of those posts will result in piercing eye pain and huge therapy bills. I can barely afford this blog as it is, and it's free.
Listen, it's nothing personal, Ken - I simply have high confidence that going below the fold on either of those posts will result in piercing eye pain and huge therapy bills. I can barely afford this blog as it is, and it's free.
Just sayin', is all.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Note to file
When food shopping on an evening of single-digit temperatures, it is unadvisable to forget a bag in the car overnight. Case in point:
There are a few bubbles, but most of that is ICE. Thanks be, I didn't leave anything edible in that bag.
There are a few bubbles, but most of that is ICE. Thanks be, I didn't leave anything edible in that bag.
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