Ahhh, the resurgence of the “If I had a million dollars/ if I had a million dollars” question.
Archive for January, 2004
Blather Blather. Not much going on really, just stuff and sleep. Taaaasty taaasty sleep.
Fong…I will fong you! Your entrails will become your extrails. Pain…!
-A Knight’s Tail
and now I’m even older,
and now I’m even older,
and now I’m even older.
I’m older than I was before and now I’m even older,
and now I’m older still.
-paraphrased and blatantly stolen from
They Might Be Giants
You are the OneForMeeeeeeeee.
Sent from UpAbove,
You are the OneILove
-Larry The Cucumber
This is stuck…nay wedged firmly into my brain so I thought I might as well share the pain. It’s like Ringu only aural; Y’all have seven days to find someone else to sing this too and wedge it into their head now. You’re welcome.
This is David Bashir’s photo. Don’t swipe it without crediting him or I’ll have to go Rokokyu on your ass.
It’s come to that point in time of the day where my physical energy begins to dissipate while my mental energy yawns, stretches and looks around curiously. I think all sorts of thoughts about stuff, maybe not particularly deep thoughts about profound stuff but little eddies of amusements that make me smile or go “huh” for a moment. Then they are gone in the bow wake of another thought about stuff. Right now, there’s nothing remotely profound rattling around in my brain, just a list of things I’m thinking about.
I was going to chronicle the whole wedding thing in one post with the above title but I forgot I was going to use this title and the other title came to my head and it was very funny, or it at least made me giggle a lot so I had to use it and then in the middle of writing I remembered the first title so I decided to only write about Friday.
And that was all one sentence, thankyouverymuch.
My mumses and Mr. Paul got married this past Friday. Hee, I slay me! Get it? Hitching post? You know, because I’m going to talk in this post to my blog about my mumses and Mr. Paul getting married and all? Hitching…post…OH COME ON! It was really funny and very clever if I say so myself. Was too!
Hmmm! Finally a Friday Five, and it doesn’t much suck. Go Fridayy Five!
Man, I have started this entry over like a million times. I’m on my fourth try since 8:30 and nothing’s really saying to me “This is the one. Go with this sentence, it’s good!” The process has been more like mining granite with a dull pick axe: write a sentence, edit, edit, edit, get rid of said sentence, write another sentence almost exactly like the first, edit, edit, edit, scrap and so on. I guess I am in a mind set where I should just write to write and worry about being funny and witty (and making sense) later.
Who would have thought that the nasty little snow that was hurling itself all pissey like from the heavens this morning would turn into a gloppy mess of slidy excitement? It sure felt and looked too cold for any real accumulation and the tiny hard snow flake bits had an attitude that said “we know we are not going to amount to much on the ground so we’re snowing extra hard and extra fast just to make our brief contact with you as miserable as possible”. Now, suddenly, those cantankerous bits of icy cold are having a good laugh, all piled on top of each other and making things lickity slick. Driving in this morning there was no snow to speak of. By 9am when I took a peek out the windows I found that …I couldn’t look out the windows. They were covered in snow! How did that happen?
…so are the thoughts in my mind, except not quite so organized. I am toasty toast today so there isn’t likely to be any big nation changing ideas coming from my head any time soon. Today is all about trying to fit 4inch ideas into a 3inch brain. A smooth 3inch brain at that.
Hey there! Well, since I didn’t update this weekend, you know because I stopped doing the every day in a row thing and reverted back to my lazy self, I guess today is a weekend recap sort of day. It saves me from having to come up with something interesting to write about on Mondays when I’ve written all the good stuff down from the weekend ON the weekend. Heh!
So I took the day off from writing yesterday in honor of my Sis’s birthday. OK, not really, we aren’t getting together until sometime later. Right then, I took it off because TheMan was sick and glorgy headed and he needed me to attend to his whims. Well, not really either as he had some sort of miracle recovery (and a massive spontaneous head draining. Why can’t *I* get those relief inducing all draining sinus moments when I’m all stuffy headed?) and was chipper and flitting about by the time I finished work yesterday. So, wait, I got it! I took it off because I was mega work busy and then cleaned the entire house top to bottom when I got home! Bwa! I slay me. No, I didn’t write because I didn’t really have anything I wanted to say badly enough to pen it down. Or type rather, but anyway, I was lazy and indifferent and just decided to let it go. Thus endeth a 49 day writing streak. To tell the truth, I’m kinda glad. I am a much more leisure person than an entry a day demands.