John Cusack is going to play Edgar Allen Poe.
I knew all this sainthood shit would pay off eventually and I would be rewarded.
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Sunday, August 29, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
An Account of the Recent Past
How 'bout a big, ol' wide-tongued full lick of the pig?
In which we briefly explore† Dr. Doom Turns 6,% Lake McConaughy,‡ the Colorado Renaissance Festival§ and Lakeside Amusement Park.¶
Dr. Doom's 6th birthday was animal-themed and included a visit from the Jungle Lady and her many reptiles, amphibians and bugs.
There was a snake cake.
A rubber gift snake for the birthday boy...
...which maybe should have been presented at the end of the show for minimal distraction.
Anyway, there was snake discussion.
And snake jewelry, both in the form of a Scarlet Kingsnake bracelet...
...and a python necklace.
I don't know about you, but I would never want to subject a snake to a passel of six-year-olds. Six is a... squirrely age. Though it was worth the price of admission for this exchange:
"My brother found a snake when he was camping and he caught it and he brought it home and now he has, like, six snakes."
"My brother is in jail."
The turtle races were pretty good too.
[SUMMARY: And a good time was had by all... except maybe the snakes.]
The annual trip to The Lake included a record 757,000 kids this year...
...but that didn't stop me from crossing "skinny dipping" off my bucket list.
As has become tradition,†† Shanny and I stayed up late one night at the campfire chatting, stargazing and exploring the funky, soulful world of Shanny's massive music collection.
Just after the moon dipped below the southeastern horizon, Shanny said, "I don't want to freak you out or anything, but it's a beautiful night, the weather's perfect, the moon's gone down and there's nobody around. You want to try skinny dipping?"
There we were, neck-deep in water, looking at the rural sky coated in a crust of stars. The water was cool, but not chill. Nothing nibbled at protruberances. The small-town tide lapped at our every nerve ending. We chatted, then wrapped up and got warm by the fire.
The next morning, Connie greeted me with, "I understand you got naked with my husband last night." And she giggled.
I love my friends.
Other than that, there was the usual water, sky, recreation...
Well, the Wave Runner was new this year.
But there was the usual floatilla of shiny plastic inflatables.
And the campfire.
In scientific news, The Lake was up 27 feet from where it was last year when we were there - at 96% capacity.‡‡
There wasn't a lot of beach to go around and we teamed up with a group of campers to hold our grove...
...which was under surveillance from the myriad campers who didn't come in on Thursday and maybe never found a spot to pitch their tents.§§
But, like the steadfast dragonflies,@ we held our space for the weekend.
Until it was time to say goodbye for another year.
[SUMMARY: A good time was had by all.]
Steve isn't skydiving this summer, so he has a mess of time to do other things. Under the auspices of "I haven't been to the Renaissance Festival in twenty years or more," we decided to go to the Renaissance Festival.¶¶
My how things have changed. Like Times Square, Disney has had its influence. Y'all know I've got nothing against pirates, but a good quarter of the faire now seems to be devoted to Captain Jack Sparrow.
There are no wenches, those dingy, corseted broads who kissed men with overpainted lips of crimson, neon pink and orange for a dollar. All in all, the thing where absolutely everybody is trying some gimmick to get a buck is gone.
On the bright side, there were greyhounds and ducks and the cutest little piggle## you ever did see. And a spiffy carillon.
On the other hand, a museum of medieval torture devices that was simply awful. And not for the torture.
Plus? A woman in full costume was brandished a frickin' Twilight umbrella and talking on her cell phone when the rain started. That's so not 15th century.
We decided we don't need a Renaissance Festival fix for another 20 years.
[SUMMARY: Disney should stick with movies.]
Steve and I also visited Lakeside Amusement Park.
Back in the day, Steve an I both worked at the historic Elitch Gardens,††† which was only blocks from Lakeside. From the top of the Twister at Elitch's, you could see the Vegas lights of the entry tower at Lakeside.
Now, Elitch's was classier. It maybe had better rides. And it was neater, more prone to fresh paint and never a lightbulb out of place. But Lakeside had seedy charm. There was a Fun House and far fewer families went after dark. It was a brilliant hub of overdressed late-teen and twenty-something single life.
Back in the day.
Now the Fun House is gone, possibly a victim of insurance regulations.‡‡‡ Every third ride was deconstructed or closed for repair.
Though the park was supposed to open at 6:00, there wasn't the slightest movement to test the rides, set up the ticket booths, start the hot dogs a-grillin'... it was an employee ghost town until nearly 6:30. At that time, four rides were running.
As the night went on, more rides opened - the ones that weren't under repair or chopped for parts - probably to save on payroll.§§§
The Wildcat coaster was fun and the Zoom was great fun.¶¶¶
But we left at 9:30, having ridden everything but the Merry-Go-Round, and agreed that we could go another 20 years without going to Lakeside.
[SUMMARY: We are crossing things OFF the list, Steve and I.]
That's how I spent my summer vacation.
Coming soon... current events. Like tomatoes. And knitting.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Through words, pictures and footnotes, and mostly as an exercise in cleaning off my camera.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): In April.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Nudity! Alcohol! Adult situations!
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): The only place besides Steve's living room where anyone has understood my rock-paper-scissors-lizard-spock shirt.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Seedier than field full of wheat, sadder than a lost puppy.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Except that year we didn't.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Up from 54% the previous year.
§§FOOTNOTE (a twisty, windy road): Heh. Twelve.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Of which there may been more of even than children.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two left feet): As a tiny, geeky confession, I worked at the Renaissance Festival in the summer of 1986. It's what you do if you're a theatre major with a Dungeons & Dragons past.
##FOOTNOTE (tic tac): So cute he made me baby talk. And I usually only do that ironically. Hey! Ironic Babytalk would be a great name for a band.
†††FOOTNOTE (my cross to bear): NOT to be confused with the travesty that is Six Flags Elitch Gardens, and current home (right across the street from the theatre) of your dear ol' AntiM - I live where (I say) the floral clock used to be. Steve says it was the administration building. Until we have pictures, I'm sticking with "floral clock."
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (old fashioned wooden coaster tracks): Steve thinks maybe an ADA thing, though he kept saying "ADD," which I thought was funny.
§§§FOOTNOTE (a shocking turn of events): Steve thinks maybe more because the employees straggle in, hungover, whenever they straggle in.
¶¶¶FOOTNOTE (upright brigade): Which is a skyshot like the one on top of the Stratosphere in Vegas, with a slow lift followed by a free-fall. I couldn't help point out (because I'm twelve) that it looked like a giant, colour-changing penis against the dusky sky, to which Steve added the image of a cock ring carrying people up and down it. Quite ruined the ride for Steve.
In which we briefly explore† Dr. Doom Turns 6,% Lake McConaughy,‡ the Colorado Renaissance Festival§ and Lakeside Amusement Park.¶
Dr. Doom's 6th birthday was animal-themed and included a visit from the Jungle Lady and her many reptiles, amphibians and bugs.
There was a snake cake.
A rubber gift snake for the birthday boy...
...which maybe should have been presented at the end of the show for minimal distraction.
Anyway, there was snake discussion.
And snake jewelry, both in the form of a Scarlet Kingsnake bracelet...
...and a python necklace.
I don't know about you, but I would never want to subject a snake to a passel of six-year-olds. Six is a... squirrely age. Though it was worth the price of admission for this exchange:
"My brother found a snake when he was camping and he caught it and he brought it home and now he has, like, six snakes."
"My brother is in jail."
The turtle races were pretty good too.
[SUMMARY: And a good time was had by all... except maybe the snakes.]
The annual trip to The Lake included a record 757,000 kids this year...
...but that didn't stop me from crossing "skinny dipping" off my bucket list.
As has become tradition,†† Shanny and I stayed up late one night at the campfire chatting, stargazing and exploring the funky, soulful world of Shanny's massive music collection.
Just after the moon dipped below the southeastern horizon, Shanny said, "I don't want to freak you out or anything, but it's a beautiful night, the weather's perfect, the moon's gone down and there's nobody around. You want to try skinny dipping?"
There we were, neck-deep in water, looking at the rural sky coated in a crust of stars. The water was cool, but not chill. Nothing nibbled at protruberances. The small-town tide lapped at our every nerve ending. We chatted, then wrapped up and got warm by the fire.
The next morning, Connie greeted me with, "I understand you got naked with my husband last night." And she giggled.
I love my friends.
Other than that, there was the usual water, sky, recreation...
Well, the Wave Runner was new this year.
But there was the usual floatilla of shiny plastic inflatables.
And the campfire.
In scientific news, The Lake was up 27 feet from where it was last year when we were there - at 96% capacity.‡‡
There wasn't a lot of beach to go around and we teamed up with a group of campers to hold our grove...
...which was under surveillance from the myriad campers who didn't come in on Thursday and maybe never found a spot to pitch their tents.§§
But, like the steadfast dragonflies,@ we held our space for the weekend.
Until it was time to say goodbye for another year.
[SUMMARY: A good time was had by all.]
Steve isn't skydiving this summer, so he has a mess of time to do other things. Under the auspices of "I haven't been to the Renaissance Festival in twenty years or more," we decided to go to the Renaissance Festival.¶¶
My how things have changed. Like Times Square, Disney has had its influence. Y'all know I've got nothing against pirates, but a good quarter of the faire now seems to be devoted to Captain Jack Sparrow.
There are no wenches, those dingy, corseted broads who kissed men with overpainted lips of crimson, neon pink and orange for a dollar. All in all, the thing where absolutely everybody is trying some gimmick to get a buck is gone.
On the bright side, there were greyhounds and ducks and the cutest little piggle## you ever did see. And a spiffy carillon.
On the other hand, a museum of medieval torture devices that was simply awful. And not for the torture.
Plus? A woman in full costume was brandished a frickin' Twilight umbrella and talking on her cell phone when the rain started. That's so not 15th century.
We decided we don't need a Renaissance Festival fix for another 20 years.
[SUMMARY: Disney should stick with movies.]
Steve and I also visited Lakeside Amusement Park.
Back in the day, Steve an I both worked at the historic Elitch Gardens,††† which was only blocks from Lakeside. From the top of the Twister at Elitch's, you could see the Vegas lights of the entry tower at Lakeside.
Now, Elitch's was classier. It maybe had better rides. And it was neater, more prone to fresh paint and never a lightbulb out of place. But Lakeside had seedy charm. There was a Fun House and far fewer families went after dark. It was a brilliant hub of overdressed late-teen and twenty-something single life.
Back in the day.
Now the Fun House is gone, possibly a victim of insurance regulations.‡‡‡ Every third ride was deconstructed or closed for repair.
Though the park was supposed to open at 6:00, there wasn't the slightest movement to test the rides, set up the ticket booths, start the hot dogs a-grillin'... it was an employee ghost town until nearly 6:30. At that time, four rides were running.
As the night went on, more rides opened - the ones that weren't under repair or chopped for parts - probably to save on payroll.§§§
The Wildcat coaster was fun and the Zoom was great fun.¶¶¶
But we left at 9:30, having ridden everything but the Merry-Go-Round, and agreed that we could go another 20 years without going to Lakeside.
[SUMMARY: We are crossing things OFF the list, Steve and I.]
That's how I spent my summer vacation.
Coming soon... current events. Like tomatoes. And knitting.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Through words, pictures and footnotes, and mostly as an exercise in cleaning off my camera.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): In April.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Nudity! Alcohol! Adult situations!
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): The only place besides Steve's living room where anyone has understood my rock-paper-scissors-lizard-spock shirt.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Seedier than field full of wheat, sadder than a lost puppy.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Except that year we didn't.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Up from 54% the previous year.
§§FOOTNOTE (a twisty, windy road): Heh. Twelve.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Of which there may been more of even than children.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two left feet): As a tiny, geeky confession, I worked at the Renaissance Festival in the summer of 1986. It's what you do if you're a theatre major with a Dungeons & Dragons past.
##FOOTNOTE (tic tac): So cute he made me baby talk. And I usually only do that ironically. Hey! Ironic Babytalk would be a great name for a band.
†††FOOTNOTE (my cross to bear): NOT to be confused with the travesty that is Six Flags Elitch Gardens, and current home (right across the street from the theatre) of your dear ol' AntiM - I live where (I say) the floral clock used to be. Steve says it was the administration building. Until we have pictures, I'm sticking with "floral clock."
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (old fashioned wooden coaster tracks): Steve thinks maybe an ADA thing, though he kept saying "ADD," which I thought was funny.
§§§FOOTNOTE (a shocking turn of events): Steve thinks maybe more because the employees straggle in, hungover, whenever they straggle in.
¶¶¶FOOTNOTE (upright brigade): Which is a skyshot like the one on top of the Stratosphere in Vegas, with a slow lift followed by a free-fall. I couldn't help point out (because I'm twelve) that it looked like a giant, colour-changing penis against the dusky sky, to which Steve added the image of a cock ring carrying people up and down it. Quite ruined the ride for Steve.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
But Enough About Me
I love otters.
Otters are my favourite non-domestic† animal.
[SUMMARY: Still about me.]
From today's 5280 Panorama email:
Search for Fugitive Zoo Otter Enters Second Week
Kitchi, the otter who masterminded‡ a successful escape from his Cheyenne Mountain Zoo§ enclosure on March 25, is still on the loose, despite three other accomplice otters being quickly rounded up nearly two weeks ago. But officials are finally reporting progress in their extensive dragnet of Colorado Springs, reporting that they've found otter tracks in the mud beneath an overpass. And although the tracks may be several days old, zoo officials say they feel confident they're on the trail of the elusive Kitchi, writes the Gazette . Kitchi's distinctive prints were discovered in a culvert beneath Westmeadow Drive, behind the Cheyenne Meadows King Soopers, says zoo tracker Nichole Mantz: "This was our first stop [Wednesday], so it was a little surprising." Otters like Kitchi aren't native to Colorado, making Mantz sure the tracks are Kitchi's. The zoo has deployed a team of trackers who hope to snare the otter, along with a van loaded with capture gear. If you know something, call the 24-hour otter hotline¶ at 719-648-7348.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): And you know if they domesticated otters, I'd be the first in line to have one.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Otter mastermind is just brilliant.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Which, for those of you who were in the Denver area in 1980, is where Albert the Alligator was imprisoned after his escape and coincident 28-day summer romp in City Park. For those of you not in the Denver area in 1980, many ducks were eaten out of the lake at City Park.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Anything is better and funnier if you use "otter" as an adjective: otter mastermind, otter hotline, otter squad, otter paws.
Otters are my favourite non-domestic† animal.
[SUMMARY: Still about me.]
From today's 5280 Panorama email:
Search for Fugitive Zoo Otter Enters Second Week
Kitchi, the otter who masterminded‡ a successful escape from his Cheyenne Mountain Zoo§ enclosure on March 25, is still on the loose, despite three other accomplice otters being quickly rounded up nearly two weeks ago. But officials are finally reporting progress in their extensive dragnet of Colorado Springs, reporting that they've found otter tracks in the mud beneath an overpass. And although the tracks may be several days old, zoo officials say they feel confident they're on the trail of the elusive Kitchi, writes the Gazette . Kitchi's distinctive prints were discovered in a culvert beneath Westmeadow Drive, behind the Cheyenne Meadows King Soopers, says zoo tracker Nichole Mantz: "This was our first stop [Wednesday], so it was a little surprising." Otters like Kitchi aren't native to Colorado, making Mantz sure the tracks are Kitchi's. The zoo has deployed a team of trackers who hope to snare the otter, along with a van loaded with capture gear. If you know something, call the 24-hour otter hotline¶ at 719-648-7348.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): And you know if they domesticated otters, I'd be the first in line to have one.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Otter mastermind is just brilliant.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Which, for those of you who were in the Denver area in 1980, is where Albert the Alligator was imprisoned after his escape and coincident 28-day summer romp in City Park. For those of you not in the Denver area in 1980, many ducks were eaten out of the lake at City Park.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Anything is better and funnier if you use "otter" as an adjective: otter mastermind, otter hotline, otter squad, otter paws.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Contest! Win a Fabulous Prize!
And this isn't like the time I tried to foist my ill-fitting socks on an unsuspecting public.
No, this is a REAL prize. Hand-picked† by yours truly via the good graces of AllModern.com.
Jamie at All Modern contacted me and asked if I'd like to check out their merchandise and maybe pick out a couple of little items to give away here at the Rickety Blog.
Jamie says they love that I'm "Honest, up front and blunt."‡
[SUMMARY: And I quote.]
Is it bad that makes me chuckle just a little evilly?
Anyway, I dutifully went to peruse the websites and spent a fair chunk of free time mentally re-decorating my home.^ There's SO much I liked,% so I'm just going to share that one thing that captured my imagination more than any other:
The whole Vitra store speaks to the sleek, modern side of me.§ And the Ronan & Erwan Bouroullec Collection is like the next logical evolution of Frank Lloyd Wright.
Plus, y'know, it's like LEGOs for grown-ups.¶
You can take thos widgets above and hook them together to make screens like this:
Or maybe like this...
Or maybe in a sleek, skeletal Christmas tree, which can then be covered in tiny knitted sweaters and traveling lights with a blinking, musical angel on top.#
Class through kitsch is one of my favourite emotions.††
[SUMMARY: The self-aware cop to kitsch first.]
So now maybe you're wondering what I have for you, oh my imaginary friends.‡‡
One lucky winner, residing in the US or Canada,§§ will receive these oddly useful things.
The first, a luxury pet dish with a warming function.¶¶ Simply put hot water in the reservoir in the bottom and your Fluffy or Fido can enjoy a home-warmed meal.
Plus, y'know, cute animal print.##
And the other part of our prize package is this sleek, unobtrusive magazine rack. You can put it on the floor, on a side table... and don't even *try* to tell me you don't have a couple dozen knitting/quilting/cooking††† magazines strewn about your living room that could use a little wrangling.
Plus, y'know... shiny.
So here are the rules:
[SUMMARY: There are always rules.]
1) Comment on this post for entry -- BE SURE TO ENTER YOUR EMAIL. If I can't find you, it's going to be hard to shower you with gifts.
2) One entry per person, except in the case where you drive my readership through the roof by mentioning this on your blog or sending other people to me.‡‡‡
SO...
3) You can earn an extra entry by posting a link to this post and putting a link to that link in the comments on this post.§§§
OR...
4) You can earn an extra entry for each person who comments and says you sent them.
A winner will be drawn randomly@ on Wednesday, November 11.¶¶¶
What are you waiting for? Don't you want your kitty to have warm kibble?###
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Srsly. That wee tiny OCD flap in my brain agonised for ages over the perfect, oddly useful goods. I figure everybody can use a nice magazine rack and most of y'all have a pet or two -- or know somebody who does and might appreciate a luxury pet dish. As I mention later in these footnotes, Christmas is right around the corner.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Perhaps they caught my delicate snort at the Neiman Marcus Christmas book bargain offerings.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): And mentally knocking down the neighbour's walls so I have room for all the couches and chairs I want.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): They have pet stuff and kid stuff (ask me how much I love the chalkboard dots) and modern bedding (ask me how much I love the Missoni collection) and accessories and... well, there was a lot to re-decorate with. Is redecorate hyphenated?
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Which is locked in a lifelong death struggle with the cute animals and things-that-sing-and-light-up-and-are-possibly-covered-in-skulls side of me.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): There would never be a better segueway than this one, so I must take this tangent: remember the Frank Lloyd Wright LEGO sets I was lusting after? The first two are released! Just in time for Christmas! OK, one was released in May, but still.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): You can take the girl out of the trailer park...
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): All due respect to Truvy Jones.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Even IRL friends can play!
§§FOOTNOTE (smug and twisty): Sorry, Ally. If you wanted to play with the cool kids, you shoulda stayed on the continent. See? "Expatriate" doesn't sound so glamourous now, does it?
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two thumbs sideways!): I'm not making this up.
##FOOTNOTE (zebra crossing): Also available in zebra print!
†††FOOTNOTE (three more crosses to bear): ...fishing/watch-collecting/nudie...
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (how did I get off track?): *snort* I suspect if I were that worried about readership, I would've stopped posting pictures of zombie chickens a long time ago. Hey, Jamie at All Modern was nice enough to say nice things about my rickety little corner of the Innernets, so I'd like to give them as much exposure as possible. It doesn't hurt that they have wonderful things like LEGOs for grown-ups and chalkboard dots either.
§§§FOOTNOTE (triple spin zoom meta!): Oh, baby, that's not just meta... that's meta in the mirror.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Hans will probably be involved.
¶¶¶FOOTNOTE (three-gun salute to Mom): To commemorate Mom's second birthday; Dad thought it was the 11th the first year they were married, and Mom was in sniffly, silent martyr mode from the 7th -- her actual birthday -- until the 11th when he threw her a surprise party. As punishment, she made us all celebrate on the 7th and the 11th ever after.
###FOOTNOTE (pound pound pound kitty with entitlement issues): Please don't tell Quill (a/k/a Cat for Scale) about this. If he knows there's potential for hot meals, I'll never hear the end of it.
No, this is a REAL prize. Hand-picked† by yours truly via the good graces of AllModern.com.
Jamie at All Modern contacted me and asked if I'd like to check out their merchandise and maybe pick out a couple of little items to give away here at the Rickety Blog.
Jamie says they love that I'm "Honest, up front and blunt."‡
[SUMMARY: And I quote.]
Is it bad that makes me chuckle just a little evilly?
Anyway, I dutifully went to peruse the websites and spent a fair chunk of free time mentally re-decorating my home.^ There's SO much I liked,% so I'm just going to share that one thing that captured my imagination more than any other:
The whole Vitra store speaks to the sleek, modern side of me.§ And the Ronan & Erwan Bouroullec Collection is like the next logical evolution of Frank Lloyd Wright.
Plus, y'know, it's like LEGOs for grown-ups.¶
You can take thos widgets above and hook them together to make screens like this:
Or maybe like this...
Or maybe in a sleek, skeletal Christmas tree, which can then be covered in tiny knitted sweaters and traveling lights with a blinking, musical angel on top.#
Class through kitsch is one of my favourite emotions.††
[SUMMARY: The self-aware cop to kitsch first.]
So now maybe you're wondering what I have for you, oh my imaginary friends.‡‡
One lucky winner, residing in the US or Canada,§§ will receive these oddly useful things.
The first, a luxury pet dish with a warming function.¶¶ Simply put hot water in the reservoir in the bottom and your Fluffy or Fido can enjoy a home-warmed meal.
Plus, y'know, cute animal print.##
And the other part of our prize package is this sleek, unobtrusive magazine rack. You can put it on the floor, on a side table... and don't even *try* to tell me you don't have a couple dozen knitting/quilting/cooking††† magazines strewn about your living room that could use a little wrangling.
Plus, y'know... shiny.
So here are the rules:
[SUMMARY: There are always rules.]
1) Comment on this post for entry -- BE SURE TO ENTER YOUR EMAIL. If I can't find you, it's going to be hard to shower you with gifts.
2) One entry per person, except in the case where you drive my readership through the roof by mentioning this on your blog or sending other people to me.‡‡‡
SO...
3) You can earn an extra entry by posting a link to this post and putting a link to that link in the comments on this post.§§§
OR...
4) You can earn an extra entry for each person who comments and says you sent them.
A winner will be drawn randomly@ on Wednesday, November 11.¶¶¶
What are you waiting for? Don't you want your kitty to have warm kibble?###
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Srsly. That wee tiny OCD flap in my brain agonised for ages over the perfect, oddly useful goods. I figure everybody can use a nice magazine rack and most of y'all have a pet or two -- or know somebody who does and might appreciate a luxury pet dish. As I mention later in these footnotes, Christmas is right around the corner.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Perhaps they caught my delicate snort at the Neiman Marcus Christmas book bargain offerings.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): And mentally knocking down the neighbour's walls so I have room for all the couches and chairs I want.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): They have pet stuff and kid stuff (ask me how much I love the chalkboard dots) and modern bedding (ask me how much I love the Missoni collection) and accessories and... well, there was a lot to re-decorate with. Is redecorate hyphenated?
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Which is locked in a lifelong death struggle with the cute animals and things-that-sing-and-light-up-and-are-possibly-covered-in-skulls side of me.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): There would never be a better segueway than this one, so I must take this tangent: remember the Frank Lloyd Wright LEGO sets I was lusting after? The first two are released! Just in time for Christmas! OK, one was released in May, but still.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): You can take the girl out of the trailer park...
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): All due respect to Truvy Jones.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Even IRL friends can play!
§§FOOTNOTE (smug and twisty): Sorry, Ally. If you wanted to play with the cool kids, you shoulda stayed on the continent. See? "Expatriate" doesn't sound so glamourous now, does it?
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two thumbs sideways!): I'm not making this up.
##FOOTNOTE (zebra crossing): Also available in zebra print!
†††FOOTNOTE (three more crosses to bear): ...fishing/watch-collecting/nudie...
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (how did I get off track?): *snort* I suspect if I were that worried about readership, I would've stopped posting pictures of zombie chickens a long time ago. Hey, Jamie at All Modern was nice enough to say nice things about my rickety little corner of the Innernets, so I'd like to give them as much exposure as possible. It doesn't hurt that they have wonderful things like LEGOs for grown-ups and chalkboard dots either.
§§§FOOTNOTE (triple spin zoom meta!): Oh, baby, that's not just meta... that's meta in the mirror.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Hans will probably be involved.
¶¶¶FOOTNOTE (three-gun salute to Mom): To commemorate Mom's second birthday; Dad thought it was the 11th the first year they were married, and Mom was in sniffly, silent martyr mode from the 7th -- her actual birthday -- until the 11th when he threw her a surprise party. As punishment, she made us all celebrate on the 7th and the 11th ever after.
###FOOTNOTE (pound pound pound kitty with entitlement issues): Please don't tell Quill (a/k/a Cat for Scale) about this. If he knows there's potential for hot meals, I'll never hear the end of it.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Screw Michael Jackson†
You know all those world record Thriller dances going on worldwide?‡
I vote we go for this instead.%
Sorry if you already saw it on Facebook.§ Sportsguy, sciFi geek, lost in Korea, and all around tall tall man Van¶ shared this and I think it's worth the double-booking.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Not literally. That would be gross.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): TOTALLY safe for work, grandmothers, kids... whatever. At least until we get a translation. For all I know, he could be talking about doing Michael Jackson-quality stuff to grandmothers and kids. That would be gross.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Presumably. I've seen blurbs about it for several different cities, and I know Denver is one of them.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I try really hard not to cross-populate my social media too much. I feel my constituency -- both of you -- deserves variety. Just not in this case.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Van is the man. If Van wasn't married...
I vote we go for this instead.%
Sorry if you already saw it on Facebook.§ Sportsguy, sciFi geek, lost in Korea, and all around tall tall man Van¶ shared this and I think it's worth the double-booking.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Not literally. That would be gross.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): TOTALLY safe for work, grandmothers, kids... whatever. At least until we get a translation. For all I know, he could be talking about doing Michael Jackson-quality stuff to grandmothers and kids. That would be gross.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Presumably. I've seen blurbs about it for several different cities, and I know Denver is one of them.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I try really hard not to cross-populate my social media too much. I feel my constituency -- both of you -- deserves variety. Just not in this case.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Van is the man. If Van wasn't married...
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