Archive for November, 2004

I’m Constructing A New Level In Hell Just For Spammers

Tuesday, November 30th, 2004

I wonder how many posts I write that begin “I’m in a foul-assed cranky mood, damnit!”. Probably quite a lot since I seem to have more than the average human’s capacity to store crank. Maybe it’s more than the average human’s capacity to generate crank. Anyway, today I am the avatar of cranky.

Here’s a Story

Monday, November 29th, 2004

Of a lovely weekend
and playing way too much DiabloII.
It was four days
of doing nothing,
the way a vacation ought to be.

A Thanksgiving Dinner That Couldn’t Be Beat

Thursday, November 25th, 2004

Hello from Turkey Day or there abouts (shhhhh! I know I’m back posting but let’s pretend that this was up on actual Turkey day because I really meant to post it then. Honest!). OK, so the plan was to mosey up to the mumses about 3:30ish but Wednesday evening the sky crapped all over the place and the roads were slickety slick so early Thursday afternoon we headed out a tad bit earlier than we would have in order to arrive at a nice 3:30ish. Let’s just say that we were very fashionably early and that the roads were pretty smooth from here to there. We were greeted by an enthusiastic Lucy and an appreciative Charlie when my mumses opened the door. Lucy showed us her utter delight in seeing us again by peeing all over the place. What is it with Mr. Paul’s dogs and the celebratory foot peeing?

(What…me? You can’t possibly be talking about me!)

Frightful Weather, Delightful Holiday

Wednesday, November 24th, 2004

Heh, guess what I didn’t do yesterday? 2 boo points if you said “posted”. Only 2 boo points, though, because by now y’all know I have a thing with Tuesdays and posting. Or would that be a not thing with Tuesday and posting? Anyhow it wasn’t for lack of wanting to post as I have very little to do the week of Thanksgiving, but rather I got into a project for most of the day yesterday and the next thing I know, it’s past time to go home. Even lamer: The project was cleaning out my e-mail. I discarded 1059 messages because I am too lazy to delete messages like “Let’s meet on the 14th!”, “OK”, “I can’t make it then”, “How’s the 15th?”, “Better”, “OK”, “Fine”, “Alright, the 15th it is!”. All for a meeting that has come and gone. That’s what, 8 messages sitting in my meeting in box boogering around? Yeah. So yesterday I spent maybe 6 hours search and destroying these e-mails once and for all.

Baby Smithees, Baby D, Baby Headcold

Monday, November 22nd, 2004

Sorry in advance for today’s entry and yeah, I know I am overdue for a JSFR. I have one in the works, I just have to (again) sit down and write it. Oh, and I think we need to get a pic too. Not sure on that, but there were quite a lot of Guinea pigs who “volunteered” to test the new JSFR so at the very least you can be happy in a wide testing base. Or something. Moving on!

The Devil Copies at Noon

Friday, November 19th, 2004

On an opening note: I hate my office location. I’m the next office over from the copiers and there is a GIANT window between the two offices. I feel like some sort of zoo exhibit because along with this HUMONGOUS 12 x 4 foot viewing hole between the offices, the powers that be decided that both copiers needed to butt up against the window wall. Damned copy bastards are in there all day copying their damned books and goggling at me with their eyeballs because they have NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN COPY AN ENTIRE ENCYCLOPEDIA SET, which is damned boring so they slack jaw my way for hours on end. Gah! Then THEN when something goes wrong with their precious 14,000 reams of copies do you want to know who they bother first?

Lazy Days and Nothin’ Happening

Wednesday, November 17th, 2004

Greetings all you fun loving Bobs. How’s it going for y’all today? Things at the booniverse are fairly slow and the forecast isn’t offering up much change until the weekend. This is not so bad since mostly everything is rather mediocre in a pleasantly dull but easy going and completely mosey kind of way. In other words, no updating yesterday because it gives me more to write today. You know, I’m not feeling terribly coherent today so I think it’s time to pull a SAST.

The Goose Has Landed

Monday, November 15th, 2004

Hello all! Looks like it’s time for another weekly dose of recap so here it goes. Mmmm-Mmmm-manicotti, Buffy, whoops stuffing, unintended cat bath, goose, Ewwww, goose, GOOSE! Errr…Bacon frosting? Ummm…YUM bacon frosting…moving on, Beating up on Nazis, Why sun so bright?!?? Goose carcass, dishes, snoozy, 10 for 10, BEANS! and dinner.

Alright, now y’all are caught up. You’re welcome.

Japanese Snackfood Review: Tabekko Dobutsu Biscuit

Sunday, November 14th, 2004



Cooking Mother Goose

Friday, November 12th, 2004

I am traumatized by step two of goose preparation: Stick goose in pot of boiling water until it confesses its sins. Or one minute, whichever comes first. Do you know how greasy goose is? Holy COW! Joy of cooking said they were “famously fat” fowl but I was thinking maybe a layer of blubber under the skin or like bacon, riddled with fat but no. Goose is like elongated chicken (or squished turkey) that has been rubbed in Vaseline and then dipped in olive oil. Oh yeah, and there is a layer of blubber too. Glahhhh. It was so greasy I had a really hard time cutting the plastic bag off the bird because the knife kept slipping. At least we won’t have to worry about salmonella because there is no way the bacteria could possibly stay on any part of the goose.

One Year

Tuesday, November 9th, 2004

Happy Anniversary, babe.

Domestic Goddess

Monday, November 8th, 2004

Now accepting worshipers at the newly scrubbed and organized altar of Cheeto.

There Is No Joy In Mudville

Thursday, November 4th, 2004

“Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And, somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout,

but there is no joy in Mudville —
mighty Casey has struck out.”

Taken from “Casey at the Bat” by Ernest L. Thayer

Election Day Goodness

Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004


Aftermath and Premath

Monday, November 1st, 2004

Or the eye of the storm I suppose. Right now, I’d just like to say OW my ACHING jaw as I chew the umpteenth million piece of Nerds filled gumball. Can. Not. Stop. Chewing! My jaw feels like it has been professionally pummeled but…GUMBALLS! They’re the big 1″ ones too plus, they are filled with Nerds. They are like tiny chewable maraca heads, definitely possessing much of the shiny! Shaka-shaka-rattle-CHEW!