7980 – Monday? Already?

GeotargetLike Barney says before he steals Fred’s Holiday Pebbles cereal… “Ho, Ho, Ho, I’m Huh, huh, hungry!”

A bowl of cinnamon life will do in a pinch. Slices of banana sound weird with cinnamon, but it’s pretty tasty. Bananas are better tossed into pancakes or monkeys, I think.


Oh, the joys of the holiday season. Dave Barry’s annual gift guide is here.

This is not your ordinary gift guide, the kind that features gifts that somebody might actually want or use. The gifts in this guide were selected because they meet a very strict criterion, which is that when we saw the item advertised, we said to ourselves: ”Are they SERIOUS?” The idea is, if you give one of these items to somebody on your list, that person will be much less likely to want to exchange gifts with you in the future.


Finally, some real humor in the Cathy comic strip. AAAHH!


Moment of Lyric: mp3

In a church, by the face,
He talks about the people going under.

Only child know…

A man decides after seventy years,
That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door.
While those around him criticize and sleep…
And through a fractal on a breaking wall,
I see you my friend, and touch your face again.
Miracles will happen as we trip.

But we’re never gonna survive, unless…
We get a little crazy
No we’re never gonna survive, unless…
We are a little…

Cray…cray…cray…

…Crazy yellow people walking through my head.
One of them’s got a gun, to shoot the other one.
And yet together they were friends at school
Ohh, get it, get it, get it, get it no no!

If all were there when we first took the pill,
Then maybe, then maybe, then maybe, then maybe…
Miracles will happen as we speak.

But we’re never gonna survive unless…
We get a little crazy.
No we’re never gonna survive unless…
We are a little…
Crazy…
No no, never survive, unless we get a little… bit…

Oh, a little bit…
Oh, a little bit…

Oh…
Oh…

Amanda decides to go along after seventeen years…

Oh darlin…
In a sky full of people, only some want to fly,
Isn’t that crazy?
In a world full of people, only some want to fly,
Isn’t that crazy?
Crazy…
In a heaven of people there’s only some want to fly,
Ain’t that crazy?
Oh babe… Oh darlin…
In a world full of people there’s only some want to fly,
Isn’t that crazy?
Isn’t that crazy… Isn’t that crazy… Isn’t that crazy…

Ohh…
But we’re never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy.. crazy..
No we’re never gonna to survive unless we are a little… crazy..
But we’re never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy.. crazy..
No we’re never gonna to survive unless, we are a little.. crazy..
No no, never survive unless, we get a little bit…

And then you see things
The size
Of which you’ve never known before

They’ll break it

Someday…

Only child know….

Them things
The size
Of which you’ve never known before

Someday…
Someway…


Random Scotto factoid: Though I consider myself agnostic, I most frequently played characters of faith (Priests, healers, etc) in fantasy games. Maybe because it was a given that those gods actually existed, and were actually granting mystic abilities to their followers. In supers games, most of my character had faith in a contemporary religion too… generally Christian, but a Bahai and a Gnostic popped up here and there, too. Even Minimax was a lapsed Presbyterian (though I’d say he was bordering on Gnostic, too. Sort of weird for a scientist, I suppose), and my Ars Magica Perdo “Mage” was a Lutheran-type priest. Trism was religious, but his origin was in rural Iowa in 1935… it’d be hard for him not to be.


Newt SezNewt scores the first insect of the new house! I think it came in through the bathroom window, and it will eventually exit via Newt’s digestive tract.

Kudos, great striped hunter! I’m glad to know that the grotto is once again cleared of such stuff. I also thank you for disposing of it properly, and not bothering to leave me any trophies on the pillow. Good show, old bean.

I also thought that he cracked his back while stretching, but it turned out that his fat & fuzzy butt was rolling on a crinkly toy as he reached for the sky doing his cat yoga.


Back to doing the archives… off since Wilma is enough, I think. I won’t retag ’em until I have a better machine to work form than lappie, though.. or maybe I’ll trot out the mouse so I don’t have to use this thumb-pointer.

1 year ago – Mel tells me she’s a born-again after we get a bit serious (Funny how that turned out, considering), chicken-neck newt piccie, no gloves for taco bell, dead bodies tell stories, 9/11 missile rumor passed around again, South Florida maps and stats, K-mart (I still haven’t been in one), who named that disease?, workin’ the mojo, Liver Eatin’ Johnson

2 years ago – spinach, d20. new landlord, nail clippings, cannibals

3 years ago – more finny-drama, yurt, mini-painting, mouse genome, snacks

4 years ago – Turbid, McNoggin Memories, levitated .net, and the pond poem.

5 years ago – HB vs McNoggin, lovey reasons, supergun, holiday confession

Leave a Reply