Scott’s Neighborhood

I guess? If I read correctly...Marvin was the first to actual release the track? If'n I'm wrong....I'm sure one of you smarty pants will fix it/make it all better...

This is one of those albums I've had forever and this popped during a Party....shuffle session...

I Heard It Through The Grapevine

Kaiser Chiefs

Let's see if this works:

Once you click the image...you should be takne to a page where you can click a link to view the original.
All this just to show/say that I like the new home page. It shows new stuff added to your library which is cool...but what I really dig is that I can see what my friends are listening to real time and in the recent past.  It did this in the old version but I like this set up and it keeps friend tracks listed longer...giving me a better chance of snagging the good stuff. Ha!
Even if you aren't a subscriber, I think you can join the beta group at last.fm and eventually get access. I think that's how it worked for me (but honestly...no clue)

So I’m pushing my cart through Albertson’s this morning, minding my own business, when a round, jolly-looking woman comes from out of nowhere (I blame a ridiculously overstocked endcap) and runs her cart straight into the side of mine. There was a moment of startled silence before I spoke up.

“Well,” I deadpanned, “I guess we better exchange insurance information.”

At that, the rotund lady began laughing. Hysterically. And then she started to turn red. Then commenced coughing. And sort of shaking a little. I pretty much watched her pleasure turn into predicament in the span of maybe eight seconds. She was coughing so violently that I thought an internal organ might peek out her mouth momentarily. I started to move to her aid – rather instinctively, I now recollect – but she threw her hand up in that gesture that says, “It’s alright. Don’t freak out. I’ll be fine. This happens all the time.”

And sure enough, a few moments later, she was fully upright and breathing normally again. I think the redness probably lasted a while, though. Wiping her eyes, she said, “Lordy, that struck me funny. He he. Made me swallow hard.”

My relief that she was recovering completely overshadowed any pride I might have had in my flawlessly delivered bit of improv.

The moral of this story is if you’re an amateur and you go around trying to be funny all the time, your lack of professional experience is bound to end up causing casualties eventually. The right joke in the wrong hands delivered the right way to the wrong person might just have the power to kill.

Then the meaning of “funny” starts to slowly mutate until you no longer understand the difference between funny-haha and funny-ohgodthepain. Next thing you know, you’re so maniacally obsessed with making everyone understand your new brand of comedy, you’ll do anything to get their attention, including wear ghastly amounts of makeup and blow stuff up.

By the way, have I mentioned yet how excited I am about the impending premiere of The Dark Night, two weeks* from today? Oh, it’s going to be something. Yes, indeedy.

I’m so excited, in fact, that I made you guys this lovely VOX banner. Feel free to use it as you see fit, at least until WB sends a cease and desist. :-P

Joker Banner

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Now, in the spirit of early preparation, I must go look up where my nearest IMAX theater is...

*three weeks for my friends in the UK.

and only bought one book!
I even impressed myself by borrowing a pen/scrap of paper and writing down the ones I want now...but will request through the library...

Bought:

The Story of Edgar Sawtelle: A Novel

David Wroblewski

and requested from the library:

and looking forward to these releases:

Scott Peterson

Scott Peterson

Scott Peterson was photographed by the California Department of Corrections in June 2007. Housed on death row at San Quentin State Prison, Peterson was found guilty in 2005 of killing his wife, Laci and their unborn son, Conner.  Notice "CONDEMNED" on his placard.

How are you celebrating the 4th of July?

I promised my former professor I would have her MS transcribed by the end of this weekend, so I'll be word processing like a mad secretary.

I might step outside to look at the fireworks, if I can see them over the trees around here. But I'm done with crowds, traffic and noise, at least for this week. I've had enough of those at work.

I bought a six pack of beer because that's a tradition around here: beer and bratwursts on the 4th. But since I'm a vegetarian I don't eat brats. They smell great on someone else's grill, but the last time I ate one I was sick for the rest of the evening.  It may have something to do with the fact I bought it at a street fair where there seemed to be an unusual number of flies hanging around the food booths, but I was starving at the time and there weren't many meatless options. Anyway, I've learned over the years that things rarely taste as good as they smell, so when you give in and actually eat whatever you were craving (bacon, carmel corn, hot dogs, "wow that smells good"), it's almost always a disappointment. 

But ice cold beer on a hot 4th of July rarely disappoints. I wish it was on a beach, but the landlord's yard will do fine.

Happy Independence Day to all the groovy US-ians!  Here's hoping by next year we'll have a country on the road to recovery....but even with all our problems...I'm still glad I'm an Uhmerican. (although being a true Englishman would be cool, too)

(No comment on the passing of Jesse Helms)

Already got the grocery shopping out of the way...wooot!

Trying to convince myself to NOT buy a book...but I think I'm fighting a losing battle.

Gonna whip up a BLT for lunch and then head to Starbucks (and probably Borders...heh)

Kids in America

Kim Wilde

How long do you take in the shower?
Submitted by Strive2Be.

Gosh, I'm rather embarrassed now.  I'm the person who posted this question, and I did so because my friend was SHOCKED at how long I took.  Lol.  He wanted to know *exactly* what I could possibly be doing in the shower....take him step by step.  I thought he was being silly, but after reading the answers to this question.....wow, I must transform into a turtle or some such slow critter when the water hits me.  I spend about an hour....yes, you heard me world....one whole hour....sixty minutes.....in the rectangle of spraying water.  That includes wash/rinse hair, wash/rinse body (lol), and shaving BOTH my legs (don't forget that there are TWO of them), plus maybe a touch-up shave between................shhhhhhhhhh.  AND....this doesn't even include getting into the song, "Good, good, good...good vibrations!"  Lol.  You really don't want to know how long I'm in the shower if I get that song into my head!!  So......I'm a turtle......or a slug......or some primordial sludge.  And then don't even get me into what I do AFTER the shower...lotion on the legs and (shhhhhhh area) so the skin doesn't dry out, clip the nails (and remember, we have finger AND toe nails!  Lol), dry myself, pat my hair dry and then let it dry on its own after I've combed it, and get dressed.  I also, at some point during all this time, am cleaning out the shower and drying it.  And guess what, guess what??  I'm one of those people who doesn't use all those creams and lotions and make-up and gobbly gook.  Can you imagine how long I'd be in the bathroom????  Just bodywash, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, and lotion for the shaved areas.  How come I feel like I'm on the witness stand, defending myself desperately so as not to received the death penalty??  *smile*  I'll have to go into hyperactive speed next time and let you know the results.  Probably shampoo in the eye, legs with hair still visible in areas, a nick in a sensitive spot, and a major slip getting out of the shower as my feet are still slimy with bodywash.  Well...at least I can yell to the world...I'M UNIQUE!!!!!  WooHoo!!!!  Not so sure if I like this uniqueness, though.  It's more like "Super freak, she's a super freak!"  Lol.