Ooh, ooh, this article is a heaping bag o’ fun. While I can (and sometimes do) get behind a ‘hey, we were here first‘ mentality (see also), on the flip side of this, I’m gonna say… hey, lay off my mom.
Yep. My mom’s a dreaded pink-hatter. It’s Pepto Bismol shaded, with a big red pair [...]
Archive for June, 2008
Don’t blame us if we ever doubt you.
Posted in Fenway Park: home of the Boston Poindexters, tagged hey you kids get off my lawn, look at me I like sports, the motherperson on June 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Crazy machines, yes.
Posted in Dewey you fool, tagged I think 'wtf?' works well here on June 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Periodically, things will end up in my work email that were accidentally sent out to the entire system. With no context provided. So occasionally I will skim my inbox to find such gems as the following:
login did not work. Crazy Machines, yes; Learn to play chess, yes; Starry Night, yes; Encarta 2008, yes; the others, [...]
Chi-quit-it with the bananas already.
Posted in caffeinated bacon? baconated grapefruit?, tagged eating is crucial to survival, the motherperson on June 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Admittedly, at times I’m like a dog with a bone (or a brain with a banana) when it comes to certain things. Forgive me as I wax poetic once again on this matter, and cap off this trilogy of tropical treats. I’ll try to make it brief.
I was in the grocery store with my mother, [...]
For those about to Fraggle Rock, we salute you.
Posted in hey sexy mama- wanna kill all humans?, tagged hey you kids get off my lawn, it's morphin' time, made in the 80s on June 24, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I’ve got a headache. Anyone else? Not a migraine, exactly, but more of a lingering ache. A zit under the surface, threatening to pop but refusing to actually do so, just making you itchy and painful to the touch all day. I’m mixing my metaphors. (And grossing myself out.) But I can’t be expected to [...]
Score one for literacy.
Posted in the rhyming Becktionary, tagged being obsessive-compulsive, reading for fun and profit on June 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
In watching I want to say it was the Daily Show, it was commented that people don’t read as much anymore. (In fairness, it’s commented in a lot of places that people don’t read as much anymore.) “Not true,” said I, “I read 74 books last year.”
“You did not,” said my father. “Really? Seventy-four?”
“You don’t [...]
Zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom.
Posted in your music's bad and you should feel bad, tagged platinum badonkadonk edition, Rolling Stone won't return my calls, Taylor/Taylor/Taylor/Rhodes/LeBon on June 16, 2008 | 1 Comment »
(Important preface that you’d be wise to not forget: I am not a music blogger. At all. What I know about music is limited to correctly guessing the band name of a song I’ve heard only two and a half times. Lectures from those more knowledgeable than myself should be checked at the door. And [...]
Blognana.
Posted in caffeinated bacon? baconated grapefruit?, tagged eating is crucial to survival on June 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Apparently my pleas to the great gods of fruit were actually heard. For the next bunch filling the fruit basket was indeed the sort of unconventionally picturesque fruit I conjure in my mind when I think of delicious, delicious bananas. Enormous, firm, and capable of being separated from the herd without discoloration or godawful bruising. [...]
The time-space bananuum.
Posted in caffeinated bacon? baconated grapefruit?, tagged eating is crucial to survival, science I learned from television on June 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve discovered a scientific anomaly in my kitchen. A time-dilation field. It’s the only explanation I can come up with for why when I remove a banana from the basket, within an hour it has cycled through colors like autumn leaves.
I like my bananas green. Nice and firm, not too ripe, and definitely unbruised. This [...]
