Did anyone else watch "Cavemen" last night?
I just have a crapload of brain lint for you today, as I did nothing useful last night and apparently don't intend to do anything useful in the very near future.
Well, except for hockey.
Because I volunteered to help Interweave Press with this year's Sticks 'n' Stitches,† I'm on this special offers mailing list for the Colorodo Avalanche. It's not totally rockstar-VIP, but it is a nice litte tweak.
Kelley and I are attending tonight's season opener. I don't know if you've ever attended one sporting event (i.e. -- tonight's hockey game) while a big sporting event from another sport is going on (i.e. -- tonight's Rox playoff game)... it's really wound up.
The Rox score will be updated frequently -- maybe even constantly displayed. During TiVi timeouts and such, they'll show highlights from the baseball game. The Pepsi Center will hum and vibrate with the energy of 19,000 swept up sports fans.
So don't call me tonight 'cause it's going to be off the hook.‡
[SUMMARY: With hip talk like that, I could write sitcoms for CW.]
Can I just say here than anyone who doesn't read the comments... well, they're not necessary to your mental health or your understanding of the complexities of this blog (*ahem*), but brilliant and incisive minds come from all corners of the Innernets to comment, kibbutz and debate the merits of the term "pounded like a two-dollar whore."
It's a regular Algonquin Roundtable there under the surface. You should try it some time.
[SUMMARY: This may partly be a shameless slurp to ameliorate the ick that is to follow. But it works 'cause it's true.]
Right across from the office I'm working in (I can see it from my window) is a Hampton Inn Suites. I walk right past it on my way from the parking lot to the office in which I'm working
Every morning, there's about a half-dozen tourists waiting for their rental cars from valet or catching a cab or gearing up§ for a big day's cruise around downtown. An odd pattern I've noticed: they're almost always wearing Bronco shirts -- the entire family -- and the wife and daughter are more often than not wearing pink Bronco shirts.
Every day. For two months.
And about three-quarters of the nights when I'm heading to my car, Papa John's is delivering pizza. Doesn't matter if it's 4:00 or 7:00. Papa John's is there.
I wonder if the people at the front desk of the Hampton Inn Suites notice these vignettes.
[SUMMARY: Now that work has slowed down a bit, I apparently have too much time on my mind.]
I was trying to come up with a title for today's post. I got stuck in a "bits and bobs" loop, but (or because) Franklin just used that delightful little phrase. So I thought, "Google. Maybe there's a sort of thesaurus for phrases¶ and I can discover an equally delightful little phrase."
Read the footnote -- I didn't find a phrasal thesaurus,# but I did come across a website for English idiom, including a message board for ESL linguists trying to get by in the English-speaking world. I read through several of the forum entries and it fascinates me that they are so fascinated with phrases like, "to grease a palm"†† or "work like a dog."‡‡
[SUMMARY: English, she is more interesting than we remember.]
There's a girl on Ravelry with the screen name "Diva de los Muertos."
Best. Screen. Name. Ever.
Don't think I didn't stalk her and tell her so.
[SUMMARY: *slurp*]
My rug burn is almost completely healed. I need a new one.
[SUMMARY: Is she whining about sex again?§§]
Heh. I've been waiting for a good opportunity to use this picture from Cute Overload. Perhaps it could be the first installment in the Phrasaurus:
Lick the pig: jump the shark, screw the pooch, bite the big one, cock a snook, take the mickey, wag the dog, milk the joke.
[SUMMARY: This has to end soon.]
You know, when Enchanting Juno gets whimsical and musey, it's like a soft summer evening, warm and golden and jasmine-scented. It brushes melancholy and touches on philosophy and there's wisdom and usually fibre somewhere.
When I get whimsical and musey, somehow we end up with rug burns and children licking pigs.
[SUMMARY: Where do I go wrong?]
Ooh! Ooh! Fibre! I started the second Sparkle Sock last night and am halfway up the foot.
[SUMMARY: Weak attempt at knitblog.]
Second choice for TiVi quote blogtitle: "You all have numbers so we'll be doing this alphabetically."
[SUMMARY: Wow. This passes for blogfodder?¶¶]
You're right. I'm done.
Go Rox! Go Avs!##
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): January 5. Mark your calendar. $27 gets you tickets -- much better than last year, my buddy Brendan in the Avs' ticket office tells me (he also tells me, "You have my direct line. If you need tickets this season, just give me a call and I'll see what I can do." I love Brendan. I wonder if Brendan has ever operated a crane...). Your $27 also gets you a hot dog and a drink, plus a goody bag (which I will be helping to assemble in one fashion or another).
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I may have full-circled right past dork and back to cool. Humour me.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Camera, fanny pack for Mom, fishing vest with guidebook for Dad, comfortable shoes, bermuda shorts, Barbie backpack for little Amber... it's a daily festival of guppying up to the stereotype
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Nope. Not that I could find. There should be.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Phrasaurus?
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I never realised how dirty that sounds until just now.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): You may be wondering why, after a certain amount of research, that's the title I came up with. Hey, a chance to use the word "genus"? I'm there.
§§FOOTNOTE (Pamela Lee got nothing on me): Why, yes. Yes, I am.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (more paragraphs than sense); Why, yes. Yes, it does.
##FOOTNOTE (pint's a pound the world around... believe I'll take two): Take Marin with you!
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