Anybody reading this who’s not a spammer knows I’m not what you call a “consistent,” or “focused,” or even a particularly “interesting” blogger. I have my same few dead ponies I enthusiastically beat around and around the blogular racetrack. Yaaaargh. My husband David is not alone in being pretty bored with endless “Amazing Race” gushfests; now that TAR7 has run its “halfway round the world and back again” course I won’t have quite so much easy found blogfodder to post. Hmmm. Hmmmity hummity hmmm. That’s a lot of thumb-twiddling on the horizon unless I get cracking, eh?
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Hey, it’s May already. What’s the dealio with the spittin’ snow? I went to lunch in my car, and when I came back, there were little spitballs of the stuff coming down. I suppose in a month we’ll be whining about how hot it is, but come on with the good weather, okay? Under “Stuff” I’ll just add that I’m pretty much done with incessant screwing around with the blog design for at least a few months. I do have a few oddities to fix. Feel free to stop by the “About” page, I stuck some fan merch links in…
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Okay, okay, ***Dave did it and now so must I: American Cities That Best Fit You: 65% Honolulu 60% San Francisco 60% Seattle 55% Portland 50% Atlanta Which American Cities Best Fit You? The first time through, I was a little too enthusiastic about theater districts and museums and zoos – all things I enjoy doing, but they’re a long haul from where we are. I clicked on “would prefer to live in the West.” And while San Francisco came up first, Atlanta, Philadelphia, and New York City came up high in the rankings. New York City? Get me the…
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Wilson’s original goes: “Well I ain’t never been the Barbie doll type No I can’t swig that sweet champagne I’d rather drink beer all night In a tavern or in a honky-tonk or on a 4-wheel-drive tailgate. . . . Let me get a big ‘Hell Yeah!’ from the redneck girls like me.” The Eagle‘s version: “Well I ain’t never been the party-girl type I’d rather drink some homemade root beer At a fireside Sunday night Down at the ward house, or at a friend’s house While tying up a quilt I like green Jell-O and casseroles And I wash…
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There’s a carnival set up in one of the parking lots near the office this week – I can see a Ferris wheel and other traveling carny-type rides. I’m pretty immune to the idea of going, though, now that I’ve read the horrific stuff at RideAccidents.com, which was recently featured in this post from BoingBoing.
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Even our dull corporate buildings look almost pretty this time of year. The crabapples and redbuds are in bloom all along the parkways, and the air smells sweet (even for this area, which often smells faintly of jet fuel owing to our location right under the approach/takeoff path for O’Hare. The whole area is greening up, and the landscape companies are out in force. You can tell that spring has arrived when the yard waste bags burst into bloom in all their brown-paper glory along the curbs on Garbage Day. I have next week off – I threw the week…
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Your Linguistic Profile: 70% General American English 15% Yankee 10% Upper Midwestern 5% Dixie 0% Midwestern What Kind of American English Do You Speak? Kind of reminds me of some of the stuff in How To Talk American except… not as funny as in that book. I’m kind of intrigued by the fact that I speak 10% Upper Midwestern – that’s probably due to the fact that I now say “soda” instead of “pop” as I once did. Via AKMA
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The recaplet for last night’s AWESOME double episode: Wait, am I high, or did that really happen? Okay, this two-hour extravaganza starts out in South Africa, where Ray and Deana gut out a Fast Forward and Rob and Amber chase it in vain, putting the latter in the back of the pack temporarily. A Detour sends a couple of teams through a fairly cushy scavenger hunt and sends the rest into a cave, where Gretchen manages to fall and cut her head. And as head wounds do, it bleeds a lot, which is pretty scary. Ray and Deana win that…
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The latest bizarre, yet strangely compelling must-have item chronicled at Boingboing: Pet pillows made from the fur of your very own very dead pet! Well, this option is no longer open to us. Which is an extremely good thing. Besides which, the cleaning ladies would be mystified by the extremely quiet, tidy, and square kitty on the couch.
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Oh boy! Tonight I get to go to traffic school! I’m going to learn how to traffic! For four whole hours! Oh boy oh boy! Dear all 3 of you who continue to read this blog in spite of incessant posts about TAR and Holy Moly: today is a special day. Today I actually have something different to blather about. They say that crime does not pay. They don’t say that crime actually turns out to be a major pain in the ass and an inconvenience, and the out of pocket expenses can be considerable. Some time ago now –…