Monday, April 23, 2007

Kibbles and Bits

Kibbles
My panicky friends at EMERGENCYEMAIL.ORG have been so worried about me they've mailed me twice. What was the cause of their concern?
Email the first: It's windy.
Email the second: Never mind.
Keep in mind we're not talking tornadoes or hurricanes or anything I might consider real weather. Just, you know...windy.

...And Bits
Sent to me by a colleague who is currently working in some faraway state that starts with "I". I'd like to think this was all parody, but as this is the last week of class here at TunaU, it hits closer to home than one might imagine.


...And Bits
For a long time my Spam subject lines had taken on a wacky biblical flavor that I thought were pretty hysterical. Sadly, they hast perished like unto the dust, and now I am getting spam messages from ... ME. Evidently I am now spamming myself to buy products to enhance body parts I don't have. I know there are days when I'm tired and kind of out of it, but, puhleeze.

...And Bits
Indexed is one of my new favorite online comic blog-type-things.
Check it out!

Kibbles and Bits

Kibbles
My panicky friends at EMERGENCYEMAIL.ORG have been so worried about me they've mailed me twice. What was the cause of their concern?
Email the first: It's windy.
Email the second: Never mind.
Keep in mind we're not talking tornadoes or hurricanes or anything I might consider real weather. Just, you know...windy.

...And Bits
Sent to me by a colleague who is currently working in some faraway state that starts with "I". I'd like to think this was all parody, but as this is the last week of class here at TunaU, it hits closer to home than one might imagine.


...And Bits
For a long time my Spam subject lines had taken on a wacky biblical flavor that I thought were pretty hysterical. Sadly, they hast perished like unto the dust, and now I am getting spam messages from ... ME. Evidently I am now spamming myself to buy products to enhance body parts I don't have. I know there are days when I'm tired and kind of out of it, but, puhleeze.

...And Bits
Indexed is one of my new favorite online comic blog-type-things.
Check it out!

Sunday, April 22, 2007

A Bit of Earth


My boyfriend wants to remind everybody that today is Earth Day, 2007.

I'm grateful that my corner of the world decided that on this particular Earth Day the weather would be gorgeous, providing zero excuses not to mow the lawn.

So I did.

But first I had to buy a new gas can because I couldn't find the old one
(until I got back and found it)

And bought new gas to put in the new gas can
(which I brought home and filled right up)

And said a prayer for the mower that hasn't run since November
(Amen)

And gave a great yank
(Just call me "muscles")

And off I went.
(Hallelujah!)

I have to admit it was a nice first-mow of the season, and I got a chance to visit all my outside friends as I mowed past. In the front yard were the tulips that SticksTuna had helped us plant several years back. I always think of Sticks every year when these come up and smile because it's such a beautiful part of our yard.

All the flower beds in the front yard are practically miracles. The front of the house used to be barricaded with overgrown evergreen hedges. And on either side was a mini forest of crowded evergreen trees that enveloped the entire house. BSTuna and TallGuyTuna came over with ingenious contraptions and voila! they were gone (To be truthful, it was much less voila! and much more hard, hard labor in the rain, but time softens those memories and allows for a bit of revisionist history). What remained was a much more open and inviting front yard and four new flower beds ready to be filled.

In the back yard, Fred and Ginger are going strong. Both are transplants from the Upper Peninsula, and were brought back from The Boy's Centennial Farm. It's a bit daunting knowing that plants entrusted to your garden were grown and tended by children, parents and grandparents before you, however, Fred and Ginger are thriving, which is a very polite way of saying they could thrive a little less and they'd still be WAY overgrown. But both of them amuse us greatly, and we've had plenty of offsprings to share with others.

There are some old favorites that seem to have disappeared. We miss the evening primrose show and lying on our stomachs at dusk watching the protective green leaves split apart one at a time. When they finally burst open -- as if it were time-lapsed photography sped up for our viewing pleasure -- you couldn't help but ooh and ahh over the entire thing. It was as if they were alive, and then you remember, oh yeah...they are.

As I mowed, I walked by all sorts of projects. Some are completed, some are in progress and others still live in the land of someday. There are a few cautionary tales too, such as: never plant chives directly into the ground unless you either want a chive farm or are planning to open a baked potato stand. Seriously -- these things are indestructible.

At this point in spring the tulips are pretty and the few daffodils that managed to survive the April frost are cheerful. The crocus are gone and the peonies have just started to peek through the ground. But what I like about our little bit of earth -- flowers, weeds and all -- is that it isn't just about the plants. It's that everywhere there are reminders of the people who gave their time and lent a hand to make this little corner a bit nicer. And where there are no plants yet, there are possibilities.

People and possibilities. A living legacy for today and hope for tomorrow.
Happy Earth Day.

A Bit of Earth


My boyfriend wants to remind everybody that today is Earth Day, 2007.

I'm grateful that my corner of the world decided that on this particular Earth Day the weather would be gorgeous, providing zero excuses not to mow the lawn.

So I did.

But first I had to buy a new gas can because I couldn't find the old one
(until I got back and found it)

And bought new gas to put in the new gas can
(which I brought home and filled right up)

And said a prayer for the mower that hasn't run since November
(Amen)

And gave a great yank
(Just call me "muscles")

And off I went.
(Hallelujah!)

I have to admit it was a nice first-mow of the season, and I got a chance to visit all my outside friends as I mowed past. In the front yard were the tulips that SticksTuna had helped us plant several years back. I always think of Sticks every year when these come up and smile because it's such a beautiful part of our yard.

All the flower beds in the front yard are practically miracles. The front of the house used to be barricaded with overgrown evergreen hedges. And on either side was a mini forest of crowded evergreen trees that enveloped the entire house. BSTuna and TallGuyTuna came over with ingenious contraptions and voila! they were gone (To be truthful, it was much less voila! and much more hard, hard labor in the rain, but time softens those memories and allows for a bit of revisionist history). What remained was a much more open and inviting front yard and four new flower beds ready to be filled.

In the back yard, Fred and Ginger are going strong. Both are transplants from the Upper Peninsula, and were brought back from The Boy's Centennial Farm. It's a bit daunting knowing that plants entrusted to your garden were grown and tended by children, parents and grandparents before you, however, Fred and Ginger are thriving, which is a very polite way of saying they could thrive a little less and they'd still be WAY overgrown. But both of them amuse us greatly, and we've had plenty of offsprings to share with others.

There are some old favorites that seem to have disappeared. We miss the evening primrose show and lying on our stomachs at dusk watching the protective green leaves split apart one at a time. When they finally burst open -- as if it were time-lapsed photography sped up for our viewing pleasure -- you couldn't help but ooh and ahh over the entire thing. It was as if they were alive, and then you remember, oh yeah...they are.

As I mowed, I walked by all sorts of projects. Some are completed, some are in progress and others still live in the land of someday. There are a few cautionary tales too, such as: never plant chives directly into the ground unless you either want a chive farm or are planning to open a baked potato stand. Seriously -- these things are indestructible.

At this point in spring the tulips are pretty and the few daffodils that managed to survive the April frost are cheerful. The crocus are gone and the peonies have just started to peek through the ground. But what I like about our little bit of earth -- flowers, weeds and all -- is that it isn't just about the plants. It's that everywhere there are reminders of the people who gave their time and lent a hand to make this little corner a bit nicer. And where there are no plants yet, there are possibilities.

People and possibilities. A living legacy for today and hope for tomorrow.
Happy Earth Day.

Unconscious Mutterings



I say ... And You Think:

1. Found :: Lost

2. Male :: Female

3. Spoken :: Oral

4. Life :: or Death

5. Tonight :: West Side Story

6. Fingernail :: On a chalkboard

7. True :: Dat

8. Give Up :: Quit

9. Shining :: Star

10. Everywhere :: Or Nowhere At All


Sadly, for the most part, this is one of those highly uninspiring let's-say-the-opposite or every-thing's-a-song-cue kind of list. I think my unconscious isn't firing on all cylinders yet this morning.

Do a better job than I did HERE.

Unconscious Mutterings



I say ... And You Think:

1. Found :: Lost

2. Male :: Female

3. Spoken :: Oral

4. Life :: or Death

5. Tonight :: West Side Story

6. Fingernail :: On a chalkboard

7. True :: Dat

8. Give Up :: Quit

9. Shining :: Star

10. Everywhere :: Or Nowhere At All


Sadly, for the most part, this is one of those highly uninspiring let's-say-the-opposite or every-thing's-a-song-cue kind of list. I think my unconscious isn't firing on all cylinders yet this morning.

Do a better job than I did HERE.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Friday's Feast


I know, I know. What's for grub?


Appetizer: What is your favorite kind of bread?
Gifted and Green. Preferably with pictures of Ben Franklin.

Soup: When was the last time you bought a new pillow?
And we have a winner for THE most random question on the planet! Most likely, when mine was flat and they were on sale.

Salad: Approximately how many hour a week do you spend surfin' the net?
Nice try. The correct answer is: Zero.
It's called research.

Main Course: What's the highest you remember your temperature being?
That's for me to know and Scout to find out. Ba-DUMP-bump!

Dessert: Fill in the blanks: When I _________, I __________.

When I post a Feast
I give non-question answers
and break rules. Hai-KU!

Friday's Feast


I know, I know. What's for grub?


Appetizer: What is your favorite kind of bread?
Gifted and Green. Preferably with pictures of Ben Franklin.

Soup: When was the last time you bought a new pillow?
And we have a winner for THE most random question on the planet! Most likely, when mine was flat and they were on sale.

Salad: Approximately how many hour a week do you spend surfin' the net?
Nice try. The correct answer is: Zero.
It's called research.

Main Course: What's the highest you remember your temperature being?
That's for me to know and Scout to find out. Ba-DUMP-bump!

Dessert: Fill in the blanks: When I _________, I __________.

When I post a Feast
I give non-question answers
and break rules. Hai-KU!

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Thursday Thirteen



Thirteen Things about GREENTUNA
Thirteen Weirdly Random Things I Cannot Do



1. Tie a Balloon
I don't know what it is. I can blow them up, but I'm always the one passing it along to someone else because I cannot ever seem to tie them. Guess I'd make a lousy clown.

2. Whistle
Technically I have about a 3 note range that is 98% breathy and/or spitty. It's not pretty, and neither is my face when I try to do it. Others in my family are great whistlers, but somehow I missed the genetic boat on that skill.

3. Sight Read Using Solfege
Yes, Do(e) is a Deer, a female deer, but when applied to a non-Sound of Music ditty, it has me totally mystified. Not that I cannot sight read -- I can sight read anything put in front of me. But asking me to associate Solfege syllables with notes on a page is on par with asking me to sing in Sanskrit. Except, wait. I've actually done that. Regardless. Do-Re-Me is more like Don't-Make-Me because when left to me, it's more like drunken babbling.

4. Eat Just One Potato Chip
I can eat none, I can eat some or I can eat lots. But show me a person who can eat just one potato chip without having to leave to get married or catch a bus or have a baby, and I'll show you a person with no soul.

5. Remember Hebrew Months When I'm Doing a NY Time Crossword Puzzle
I suppose in theory, knowing the Hebrew months isn't high on the priority list for an Episcopalian. But I swear, every time I get to one of these clues I always wonder why I don't take 10 minutes and just learn these so I know them. And do I? Heck, no.

6. Make Armpit Noises
I figure this is a guy thing. Besides, I think OlderBrotherTuna, YoungerBrotherTuna, NephewTuna and Scout could (and would) play a pit concerto if asked.

7. Go to the Movies and Not Eat Popcorn
This is another one of those things that somehow it feels Un-American not to do it. Movies and popcorn go together like Laurel and Hardy, Abbott and Costello, or Chico and the Man. And NO, nachos don't count. Nachos are not movie food, and frankly, hot dogs and pretzels are on the edge. Be it comedy, drama or slasher, I need me a double-butter corn and a large Diet. And if you're TeenTuna (or Scout, as I was saddened to learn) and you plan to dump chocolate in your popcorn, then you better get your own bucket.

8. Do A Cartwheel
I understand the motion: Hand-Hand-Foot-Foot. And actually, I think I am a most excellent cartwheeler, conceptually speaking. But ask me to put it into practice, and I will stand there, feet glued to to floor as if they were saying, "What? Leave the floor? One at a time? So sorry, we only move in a pair." It's too embarassing for words.

9. Win "Minesweeper" In Any Manner Except Totally By Mistake

This one makes me mad. Minesweeper. One of the freebie games that has come free with computers since the dawn of Windows 3.1. Still in all, I have never had the patience to actually learn the strategy behind this game besides random clicking until a bomb goes off. And then I don't understand why. Give me Solitaire any day of the week.

10. Draw
And I mean anything. My stick people are questionable, and when Pictionary was the hot game in town, I was pretty much death to any team I was on. Everything I draw looks like a mutant horse/cow combination. I was born to study and appreciate the visual arts, not create them.

11. Put Runny Things on the Same Plate as Not-Runny Things

Yes, I am one of THOSE really don't like my food touching kind of people. Yes, if Fine China came with little divided sections like TV dinner trays, I'd have a complete set. Yes, I have heard that it all goes in the same place. But EWWW people. That's vile. Do you really want to live by that philosophy and throw everything (soup, salad, entree and dessert) into one big pot and glop it into a bowl? I think not. And besides, what did my poor hot dog bun ever do to deserve a nuclear bath of applesauce and baked bean goo?

12. Watch NASCAR on TV
Because, why? And this comes from someone who doesn't even mind watching golf on occasion.

13. Think There is Ever Enough Cowbell
Because let's face it. You always need more. Always.

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Thursday Thirteen



Thirteen Things about GREENTUNA
Thirteen Weirdly Random Things I Cannot Do



1. Tie a Balloon
I don't know what it is. I can blow them up, but I'm always the one passing it along to someone else because I cannot ever seem to tie them. Guess I'd make a lousy clown.

2. Whistle
Technically I have about a 3 note range that is 98% breathy and/or spitty. It's not pretty, and neither is my face when I try to do it. Others in my family are great whistlers, but somehow I missed the genetic boat on that skill.

3. Sight Read Using Solfege
Yes, Do(e) is a Deer, a female deer, but when applied to a non-Sound of Music ditty, it has me totally mystified. Not that I cannot sight read -- I can sight read anything put in front of me. But asking me to associate Solfege syllables with notes on a page is on par with asking me to sing in Sanskrit. Except, wait. I've actually done that. Regardless. Do-Re-Me is more like Don't-Make-Me because when left to me, it's more like drunken babbling.

4. Eat Just One Potato Chip
I can eat none, I can eat some or I can eat lots. But show me a person who can eat just one potato chip without having to leave to get married or catch a bus or have a baby, and I'll show you a person with no soul.

5. Remember Hebrew Months When I'm Doing a NY Time Crossword Puzzle
I suppose in theory, knowing the Hebrew months isn't high on the priority list for an Episcopalian. But I swear, every time I get to one of these clues I always wonder why I don't take 10 minutes and just learn these so I know them. And do I? Heck, no.

6. Make Armpit Noises
I figure this is a guy thing. Besides, I think OlderBrotherTuna, YoungerBrotherTuna, NephewTuna and Scout could (and would) play a pit concerto if asked.

7. Go to the Movies and Not Eat Popcorn
This is another one of those things that somehow it feels Un-American not to do it. Movies and popcorn go together like Laurel and Hardy, Abbott and Costello, or Chico and the Man. And NO, nachos don't count. Nachos are not movie food, and frankly, hot dogs and pretzels are on the edge. Be it comedy, drama or slasher, I need me a double-butter corn and a large Diet. And if you're TeenTuna (or Scout, as I was saddened to learn) and you plan to dump chocolate in your popcorn, then you better get your own bucket.

8. Do A Cartwheel
I understand the motion: Hand-Hand-Foot-Foot. And actually, I think I am a most excellent cartwheeler, conceptually speaking. But ask me to put it into practice, and I will stand there, feet glued to to floor as if they were saying, "What? Leave the floor? One at a time? So sorry, we only move in a pair." It's too embarassing for words.

9. Win "Minesweeper" In Any Manner Except Totally By Mistake

This one makes me mad. Minesweeper. One of the freebie games that has come free with computers since the dawn of Windows 3.1. Still in all, I have never had the patience to actually learn the strategy behind this game besides random clicking until a bomb goes off. And then I don't understand why. Give me Solitaire any day of the week.

10. Draw
And I mean anything. My stick people are questionable, and when Pictionary was the hot game in town, I was pretty much death to any team I was on. Everything I draw looks like a mutant horse/cow combination. I was born to study and appreciate the visual arts, not create them.

11. Put Runny Things on the Same Plate as Not-Runny Things

Yes, I am one of THOSE really don't like my food touching kind of people. Yes, if Fine China came with little divided sections like TV dinner trays, I'd have a complete set. Yes, I have heard that it all goes in the same place. But EWWW people. That's vile. Do you really want to live by that philosophy and throw everything (soup, salad, entree and dessert) into one big pot and glop it into a bowl? I think not. And besides, what did my poor hot dog bun ever do to deserve a nuclear bath of applesauce and baked bean goo?

12. Watch NASCAR on TV
Because, why? And this comes from someone who doesn't even mind watching golf on occasion.

13. Think There is Ever Enough Cowbell
Because let's face it. You always need more. Always.

Links to other Thursday Thirteens!


Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!

The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

What I Wanted To Tell You

Yesterday what I wanted to tell you was all about Fabio the bunny.



What I wanted to tell you was how I had spent a large chunk of time Saturday afternoon cleaning out his cage in preparation for a very special Sunday afternoon, when he was going to have company. Dates as it were. Plural.

What I wanted to tell you was how I was converting his cage into the Love Shack and what a lucky little bunny he was going to be to spend some time doing that thing that bunnies do so well.

What I wanted to tell you was how Sunday afternoon, with a lovely young girl bunnette in the cage, Fabio seemed to decide he was a Panda, or some other creature that generally doesn't get (or care about) the whole dating - procreation process, and spent the entire time sniffing her and wondering if I had any more bananas for him to munch on.

What I wanted to tell you was that no amount of encouragement, positioning or humming Barry White songs seemed to help, and my career as a bunny pimp was over before it started.

I wanted to tell you all these things yesterday. But I couldn't. What I wanted to tell you yesterday quickly gave way to hours of time frantically trying to reach my Uncle Tuna, who is a professor at Virginia Tech. At 2:40pm, we finally heard word that he had, in fact, was not gone into campus that morning and was shaken and horribly saddened, but was OK.

And I wished beyond words that all I had to tell you was a story about rabbits.

What I Wanted To Tell You

Yesterday what I wanted to tell you was all about Fabio the bunny.



What I wanted to tell you was how I had spent a large chunk of time Saturday afternoon cleaning out his cage in preparation for a very special Sunday afternoon, when he was going to have company. Dates as it were. Plural.

What I wanted to tell you was how I was converting his cage into the Love Shack and what a lucky little bunny he was going to be to spend some time doing that thing that bunnies do so well.

What I wanted to tell you was how Sunday afternoon, with a lovely young girl bunnette in the cage, Fabio seemed to decide he was a Panda, or some other creature that generally doesn't get (or care about) the whole dating - procreation process, and spent the entire time sniffing her and wondering if I had any more bananas for him to munch on.

What I wanted to tell you was that no amount of encouragement, positioning or humming Barry White songs seemed to help, and my career as a bunny pimp was over before it started.

I wanted to tell you all these things yesterday. But I couldn't. What I wanted to tell you yesterday quickly gave way to hours of time frantically trying to reach my Uncle Tuna, who is a professor at Virginia Tech. At 2:40pm, we finally heard word that he had, in fact, was not gone into campus that morning and was shaken and horribly saddened, but was OK.

And I wished beyond words that all I had to tell you was a story about rabbits.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings



I say ... And You Think:


10. 70 :: Happy Birthday!

9. Sisters :: Siblings

8. Anchor :: 's Away

7. Cow :: MOO!

6. Survival :: Well, there is that cow over there...

5. Ironic :: Eating the cow but jonesing for milk

4. Merits :: Deserves

3. Painting :: Gallery

2. Naturally :: Without Interference or Additives

1. Freeze :: Reeally cold. Like Ice Cream. (Wish that cow was still here)



This Topsy-turvy version of mutterings only seemed to work backwards. But, that's ok, because as you know, insanity and blatant rule-breaking is fairly commonplace in my world. I don't think anybody will mind too terribly much (except, maybe the cow).

Smile and nod and MOOOve along.
Yes, I'm milking this for all it's worth.
And yes, it's udderly ridiculous.

Insert your best 5th grade cow puns in the comments, and don't forget to mutter HERE.

Unconscious Mutterings



I say ... And You Think:


10. 70 :: Happy Birthday!

9. Sisters :: Siblings

8. Anchor :: 's Away

7. Cow :: MOO!

6. Survival :: Well, there is that cow over there...

5. Ironic :: Eating the cow but jonesing for milk

4. Merits :: Deserves

3. Painting :: Gallery

2. Naturally :: Without Interference or Additives

1. Freeze :: Reeally cold. Like Ice Cream. (Wish that cow was still here)



This Topsy-turvy version of mutterings only seemed to work backwards. But, that's ok, because as you know, insanity and blatant rule-breaking is fairly commonplace in my world. I don't think anybody will mind too terribly much (except, maybe the cow).

Smile and nod and MOOOve along.
Yes, I'm milking this for all it's worth.
And yes, it's udderly ridiculous.

Insert your best 5th grade cow puns in the comments, and don't forget to mutter HERE.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Friday's Feast


It's a mid-afternoon serving of Friday Feast. What's for grub?

Appetizer: When you were a child, which crayon color was your favorite?
I had no favorite color (that I can recall), but I have always preferred brand new crayons. Even crayons subjected to a Crayola crayon sharpener are never the same; they are just much, much smaller. There is nothing sadder in the world than a soft, dull crayon.

Soup: On A Scale of 1 to 10 (with 10 being highest), how likely would you be to change jobs if it required you to move?
Negative 27.

Salad: Take all the numbers in your birthday and your phone number and add them up, one by one. What's the total?
This definitely qualifies as a random math problem solving nothing. And as with many math story problems, I have more questions for clarification than I have phones and phone numbers. And am I on a train heading west to Chicago at 10 mph or east to New York at 30 mph? Do I have to give the answer in base 8? Do I have to show my work? Can I have a bathroom pass?
Answer: 73 (totally made up)

Main Course: Have you ever re-gifted anything? If so, what was it and who did you pass it on to?
I'm too stingy with presents to give them away. But if I ever did re-gift something, I would neither remember nor admit to any such thing.

Dessert: Name something you need from the store
Money. But all I need are free samples. Lots and lots of free samples.
Tens and twenties, preferably.

Friday's Feast


It's a mid-afternoon serving of Friday Feast. What's for grub?

Appetizer: When you were a child, which crayon color was your favorite?
I had no favorite color (that I can recall), but I have always preferred brand new crayons. Even crayons subjected to a Crayola crayon sharpener are never the same; they are just much, much smaller. There is nothing sadder in the world than a soft, dull crayon.

Soup: On A Scale of 1 to 10 (with 10 being highest), how likely would you be to change jobs if it required you to move?
Negative 27.

Salad: Take all the numbers in your birthday and your phone number and add them up, one by one. What's the total?
This definitely qualifies as a random math problem solving nothing. And as with many math story problems, I have more questions for clarification than I have phones and phone numbers. And am I on a train heading west to Chicago at 10 mph or east to New York at 30 mph? Do I have to give the answer in base 8? Do I have to show my work? Can I have a bathroom pass?
Answer: 73 (totally made up)

Main Course: Have you ever re-gifted anything? If so, what was it and who did you pass it on to?
I'm too stingy with presents to give them away. But if I ever did re-gift something, I would neither remember nor admit to any such thing.

Dessert: Name something you need from the store
Money. But all I need are free samples. Lots and lots of free samples.
Tens and twenties, preferably.

The True Definition of Temptation

When your last student of the day...
Who is the last student of the week...
Who also happens to be the last student of the semester...
Not to mention the last student of the academic year...

Is ten minutes late for her lesson.

The True Definition of Temptation

When your last student of the day...
Who is the last student of the week...
Who also happens to be the last student of the semester...
Not to mention the last student of the academic year...

Is ten minutes late for her lesson.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Thursday Thirteen



Thirteen Things about GREENTUNA
Thirteen Things I Must Admit I Simply Do Not Understand



1. 2001 : A Space Odyssey
It could be because I've never managed to remain conscious throughout the entire film. But if I combined the several attempted viewings, it would probably make one complete movie. Still in all, I don't get it. Monoliths, monkeys, Blue Danube Waltz and A Bicycle Built for Two? Color me confused.

2. "The Little Prince"
I first saw the not-so-great movie version of this famous children's story starring, among other people, that slightly bizarre combination of Gene Wilder and Bob Fossee. Then I saw the contemporary opera version starring nobody I ever heard of but with a very nice score. I still didn't get it, so I bought the book. And I read it. And I still don't get it. Maybe it needed a monolith.

3. Raising Speed Limits Because Everybody Is Already Speeding
This has happened twice in the last few months, and I just don't understand this philosophy. It speed limits were always raised to match the speeding speeds the speeders speed, then the speed limit in Detroit would be somewhere in the neighborhood of 125 mph.

4. Holidays for Days and Weeks or Not At All
In the olden days, Spring Break was five days off. Monday through Friday. Throw in a weekend on either side, and it was fine. TeenTuna just finished her spring break last week. It was five days, plus a weekend on either side, plus two more days just because. This follows her President's Day which was really President's five days (Friday - Tuesday), which of course had followed three more days off for 7th grade camp. Meanwhile, poor GreenTuna is in the midst of the five month holiday drought. Once we're back from New Years, it's NOTHING until Memorial Day. President's Day? HA! Martin Luther King Day? Well, there are no classes, so students and professors get it off. But staff? Back to work.

5. Why iTunes Files Things Under "The"
Consider this the library nerd in me, but the minute you start filing things under "The" nobody is going to be able to find anything, and the world as we know it will come to an end. Nevermind "save the cheerleader, save the world" -- world peace depends on following the basic rules of filing.

6. That Guy Trifecta of NASCAR, Wrestling and "Gladiator"
This is a Scout-inspired entry as I love to tease him about the awfulness of Gladiator and watch him get seriously mad. I mean really. It's Batman in a toga. As for NASCAR and Wrestling, well I figure they are about in the same league. It's a very scratch, sniff, chew and spit kind of world. I think maybe I wasn't meant to understand.

7. Green Christmas, White Easter
Considering where I live it is a little silly to be complaining about the weather. We get lots of weather, sometimes all at the same time. In the last week we've had very warm, cold, snow, rain, sleet, slush and thunderstorms. I had to dig through my car yesterday to find my scraper, and the poor daffodils and tulips have assumed the duck and cover position until further notice.

8. People Who Don't Understand the Concept of a Four-Way Stop
It really isn't that difficult, but my word, people just don't get it. In fact, I have such little faith in humanity that when I approach a 4-way stop, I being to explain to all the drivers who is supposed to go and when it is their turn, as if a. they can hear me, and b. they would follow directions.

9. Websites Without An RSS Feed

Why oh why would anybody ever do that? These days I would be lost without my feed reader, and sad to say, if your site doeesn't contain the magic code, I'll forget to read it again until months and months later, when I try to add it to Bloglines and it tells me (again) that there is no feed. Please people. Feed the Tuna.

10. Concert Attendees Who Must They are Invisible
Last Friday evening (Good Friday, to be exact) I was the Soprano soloist for Bach's St. John Passion. My solos were the very definition of "spread out". I sang the first one and then sat for the next hour and twenty minutes until the last two showed up at the end. During my non-singing time (when I am sitting in the front of everybody) I must be quiet, look interested and wait (and wait and wait and wait) for my turn. It's not that difficult to do. However, during my first solo, three people walked in late (bad) and sat in the front row (bad) right in front of me (bad) and proceeded to spend the next hour SENDING TEXT MESSAGES ON THEIR CELL PHONE (BAD). Seriously. I don't understand. Do they think nobody else can see them? Do they think nobody can see their open cell phone that is all lit up in a dark concert hall? It's not the movies. I can see you. I can hear you. I can stare at you, but sadly I cannot give you the Motherly Look of Death because I'm being paid to look and sound professional. But I can think hateful, hateful thoughts. And I did.

11. Why I Can't Seem To Remember How to Use a Mac

I am very grateful for a computer in my studio. I am very grateful for breaks in my schedule so I can use the computer in my studio. Why can't ever seem to remember how to cut and paste on a Mac? Because Macs don't believe in the CTRL key. It's the Apple key. So, when you go on automatic pilot, and don't even look at the keys because sheesh, I KNOW where CTRL is, but then nothing happens, it's because DUH, it's APPLETHINGY+C to copy and APPLETHINGY+V to paste. Doh. Curse you, Applethingys.

12. Why I Cannot Escape AT&T No Matter How Hard I Try
Once upon a time I left AT&T and went to Cingular because I was sick of AT&T. Granted, Cingular was a giant corprate headache too, but they seemed to be marginally better. And now, look what has happened. AT&T took over Cingular, right after I got a new phone which came with the mandatory two year contract and I'm back to being an indentured servant to AT&T. Rats.

13. Why With a Thursday 13 I Can Always Come Up With 12 Really Fast and Then
Uhhhhhh.........

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Thursday Thirteen



Thirteen Things about GREENTUNA
Thirteen Things I Must Admit I Simply Do Not Understand



1. 2001 : A Space Odyssey
It could be because I've never managed to remain conscious throughout the entire film. But if I combined the several attempted viewings, it would probably make one complete movie. Still in all, I don't get it. Monoliths, monkeys, Blue Danube Waltz and A Bicycle Built for Two? Color me confused.

2. "The Little Prince"
I first saw the not-so-great movie version of this famous children's story starring, among other people, that slightly bizarre combination of Gene Wilder and Bob Fossee. Then I saw the contemporary opera version starring nobody I ever heard of but with a very nice score. I still didn't get it, so I bought the book. And I read it. And I still don't get it. Maybe it needed a monolith.

3. Raising Speed Limits Because Everybody Is Already Speeding
This has happened twice in the last few months, and I just don't understand this philosophy. It speed limits were always raised to match the speeding speeds the speeders speed, then the speed limit in Detroit would be somewhere in the neighborhood of 125 mph.

4. Holidays for Days and Weeks or Not At All
In the olden days, Spring Break was five days off. Monday through Friday. Throw in a weekend on either side, and it was fine. TeenTuna just finished her spring break last week. It was five days, plus a weekend on either side, plus two more days just because. This follows her President's Day which was really President's five days (Friday - Tuesday), which of course had followed three more days off for 7th grade camp. Meanwhile, poor GreenTuna is in the midst of the five month holiday drought. Once we're back from New Years, it's NOTHING until Memorial Day. President's Day? HA! Martin Luther King Day? Well, there are no classes, so students and professors get it off. But staff? Back to work.

5. Why iTunes Files Things Under "The"
Consider this the library nerd in me, but the minute you start filing things under "The" nobody is going to be able to find anything, and the world as we know it will come to an end. Nevermind "save the cheerleader, save the world" -- world peace depends on following the basic rules of filing.

6. That Guy Trifecta of NASCAR, Wrestling and "Gladiator"
This is a Scout-inspired entry as I love to tease him about the awfulness of Gladiator and watch him get seriously mad. I mean really. It's Batman in a toga. As for NASCAR and Wrestling, well I figure they are about in the same league. It's a very scratch, sniff, chew and spit kind of world. I think maybe I wasn't meant to understand.

7. Green Christmas, White Easter
Considering where I live it is a little silly to be complaining about the weather. We get lots of weather, sometimes all at the same time. In the last week we've had very warm, cold, snow, rain, sleet, slush and thunderstorms. I had to dig through my car yesterday to find my scraper, and the poor daffodils and tulips have assumed the duck and cover position until further notice.

8. People Who Don't Understand the Concept of a Four-Way Stop
It really isn't that difficult, but my word, people just don't get it. In fact, I have such little faith in humanity that when I approach a 4-way stop, I being to explain to all the drivers who is supposed to go and when it is their turn, as if a. they can hear me, and b. they would follow directions.

9. Websites Without An RSS Feed

Why oh why would anybody ever do that? These days I would be lost without my feed reader, and sad to say, if your site doeesn't contain the magic code, I'll forget to read it again until months and months later, when I try to add it to Bloglines and it tells me (again) that there is no feed. Please people. Feed the Tuna.

10. Concert Attendees Who Must They are Invisible
Last Friday evening (Good Friday, to be exact) I was the Soprano soloist for Bach's St. John Passion. My solos were the very definition of "spread out". I sang the first one and then sat for the next hour and twenty minutes until the last two showed up at the end. During my non-singing time (when I am sitting in the front of everybody) I must be quiet, look interested and wait (and wait and wait and wait) for my turn. It's not that difficult to do. However, during my first solo, three people walked in late (bad) and sat in the front row (bad) right in front of me (bad) and proceeded to spend the next hour SENDING TEXT MESSAGES ON THEIR CELL PHONE (BAD). Seriously. I don't understand. Do they think nobody else can see them? Do they think nobody can see their open cell phone that is all lit up in a dark concert hall? It's not the movies. I can see you. I can hear you. I can stare at you, but sadly I cannot give you the Motherly Look of Death because I'm being paid to look and sound professional. But I can think hateful, hateful thoughts. And I did.

11. Why I Can't Seem To Remember How to Use a Mac

I am very grateful for a computer in my studio. I am very grateful for breaks in my schedule so I can use the computer in my studio. Why can't ever seem to remember how to cut and paste on a Mac? Because Macs don't believe in the CTRL key. It's the Apple key. So, when you go on automatic pilot, and don't even look at the keys because sheesh, I KNOW where CTRL is, but then nothing happens, it's because DUH, it's APPLETHINGY+C to copy and APPLETHINGY+V to paste. Doh. Curse you, Applethingys.

12. Why I Cannot Escape AT&T No Matter How Hard I Try
Once upon a time I left AT&T and went to Cingular because I was sick of AT&T. Granted, Cingular was a giant corprate headache too, but they seemed to be marginally better. And now, look what has happened. AT&T took over Cingular, right after I got a new phone which came with the mandatory two year contract and I'm back to being an indentured servant to AT&T. Rats.

13. Why With a Thursday 13 I Can Always Come Up With 12 Really Fast and Then
Uhhhhhh.........

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The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!

Monday, April 09, 2007

Mood Music

Of the many emails I get and seldom read, I ran across one last week for a website called eclassical which is an MP3 downloading service for classical music. I don't download much classical music since I own so much of it myself, and work in a music library that owns the rest and then some, many thousand times over.

But curiosity got the better of this Tuna, so I clicked through and started trolling around the site, seeing what it had to offer. What caught my eye was the ability to find music by "Moods and Special Events." This was too good to pass up, so I went to take a look.

On the next screen, it explained
This search guide is made for those of you who don't have a PhD in classical music history. If you're not sure about the title but can identify the feeling or the event connected to it, use the links below.
So it seemed that eclassical was just a musical version of eharmony. You can't possibly know what you want, so you narrow things down for the computer who will then TELL YOU, LOWLY MORTAL WHAT YOU WANTED ALL ALONG (BUT WERE TOO DUMB TO KNOW).

So much for self-enlightenment and a sense of personal discovery.

But I digress. I what moods and special events did my classical magic 8-ball have in store for me? Oh, check them out:

This is the list to end all lists. Check it out: In Prison is right next to Making babies. Wedding is next to When life sucks. And perhaps the only thing that could surpass the fabulous trifecta of Funeral, Having a Hangover and In a car jam is my personal favorite: Cleaning and Ironing.

Cleaning and Ironing.

I don't know what startled me more: that cleaning and ironing became worthy of having its own soundtrack, or that they are somehow considered a mood or special event. I suppose if I were ironing I'd be in a mood, and a not very good one at that.

As for the actual musical selections, well, pardon my snobbery, but check out some of these choices. "Bizarre" doesn't even begin to cut it.

Cleaning and Ironing
Vivaldi's 4 Seasons - "Autumn"
Too damn happy

After a Divorce
Dvorak's New World Symphony
Ahh, the bitter irony of selecting the slow movement known as "Goin' Home"

At Dinner
Strauss' Tritsch-Tratsch Polka
If your dinner consisted of a pile of hot dogs and a 2 minute timer

For Hackers
Mussorgsky's Pictures at an Exhibition - At the Great Gate of Kiev
For those hackers who prefer to break the law with a full complement of brass playing at "11"

For Pets
Flight of the Bumblebee
I played it for my cats. They left.

Having a Hangover
Three Burlesques - A Bit Tipsy
Ouch. I do not recommend this one. It's a real musical hair of the dog.

In Prison
Dvorak's New World Symphony
HA! Totally cruel. Goin' home? Guess again


After going through this list, all I can say is I'm awfully glad the only thing eclassical is choosing is classical music. If they branched out into the dating business, Scout would probably be a drunken circus clown serving 10-20.

Mood Music

Of the many emails I get and seldom read, I ran across one last week for a website called eclassical which is an MP3 downloading service for classical music. I don't download much classical music since I own so much of it myself, and work in a music library that owns the rest and then some, many thousand times over.

But curiosity got the better of this Tuna, so I clicked through and started trolling around the site, seeing what it had to offer. What caught my eye was the ability to find music by "Moods and Special Events." This was too good to pass up, so I went to take a look.

On the next screen, it explained
This search guide is made for those of you who don't have a PhD in classical music history. If you're not sure about the title but can identify the feeling or the event connected to it, use the links below.
So it seemed that eclassical was just a musical version of eharmony. You can't possibly know what you want, so you narrow things down for the computer who will then TELL YOU, LOWLY MORTAL WHAT YOU WANTED ALL ALONG (BUT WERE TOO DUMB TO KNOW).

So much for self-enlightenment and a sense of personal discovery.

But I digress. I what moods and special events did my classical magic 8-ball have in store for me? Oh, check them out:

This is the list to end all lists. Check it out: In Prison is right next to Making babies. Wedding is next to When life sucks. And perhaps the only thing that could surpass the fabulous trifecta of Funeral, Having a Hangover and In a car jam is my personal favorite: Cleaning and Ironing.

Cleaning and Ironing.

I don't know what startled me more: that cleaning and ironing became worthy of having its own soundtrack, or that they are somehow considered a mood or special event. I suppose if I were ironing I'd be in a mood, and a not very good one at that.

As for the actual musical selections, well, pardon my snobbery, but check out some of these choices. "Bizarre" doesn't even begin to cut it.

Cleaning and Ironing
Vivaldi's 4 Seasons - "Autumn"
Too damn happy

After a Divorce
Dvorak's New World Symphony
Ahh, the bitter irony of selecting the slow movement known as "Goin' Home"

At Dinner
Strauss' Tritsch-Tratsch Polka
If your dinner consisted of a pile of hot dogs and a 2 minute timer

For Hackers
Mussorgsky's Pictures at an Exhibition - At the Great Gate of Kiev
For those hackers who prefer to break the law with a full complement of brass playing at "11"

For Pets
Flight of the Bumblebee
I played it for my cats. They left.

Having a Hangover
Three Burlesques - A Bit Tipsy
Ouch. I do not recommend this one. It's a real musical hair of the dog.

In Prison
Dvorak's New World Symphony
HA! Totally cruel. Goin' home? Guess again


After going through this list, all I can say is I'm awfully glad the only thing eclassical is choosing is classical music. If they branched out into the dating business, Scout would probably be a drunken circus clown serving 10-20.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Lucky Thirteen


When you were born, we never really called you an infant. Infants are small and weak and helpless. Even before you were born it seemed you were anything but helpless. You had your own plans and your own schedule. Once you finally showed up (three weeks late, thank you very much), you weren't big on being either small or weak. As a brand-spanking newborn, GramTuna remarked how awake and alert you were; taking the whole world in as if you were glad for the change in venue because dammit, you had things to do. Yes, you were an infant. But you were always so much more.


When you were a little older, we never really called you a toddler. Toddlers "toddle" (I guess), and that unsteadiness seemed somehow contrary to your personality. When you decided to walk, you just did it. There were no video cameras or waiting arms as you traveled from one excited adult to another. No, in fact, I clearly remember standing in the kitchen doing the dishes, and the next thing I knew, you had strolled in from the living room to see what I was doing. At the time it startled me, but as I look back, this has become typical behavior. You have never been one to do anything (and I mean ANYTHING) before you were darn good and ready to do it. But once you decided the time was right, there was no toddling, no learning curve. It was just BAM ... another skill accomplished. Yes, you were a toddler, but you were always so much more.



Time passed, and you continued to live life on your own terms. You were a pre-schooler, but never went to pre-school. You went to college school which celebrated you and all the gifts you had. In the frustrating world of daycare, college school became a godsend, and we watched you thrive, making friends with kids from all over the world, and going everywhere with your class. There was nothing "pre" about your education. You jumped in with both feet. Yes, you were a pre-schooler, but you were so much more.


No one's life is easy all the time. But you have always embraced life with an amazing sense of wonder and excitement. Even when the fairy princess face paint was washed off, your world was magical.


You love the opportunity to be on stage and live to perform. When you're singing or acting you're with your people, and it doesn't matter if your fellow actor is 7 years old or 70 years old (or Toonces the mechanical cat) -- you love them all. What's even better is that you don't do this for your own personal glory. When you haven't been able to be on stage, you are always sure that we go for your friends. That sense of support and caring for others is a rare and wonderful gift.


After being relatively skittish with animals, you embraced two little lost kittens and now you and Mila (in particular) are thick as thieves. You call yourself Mila's human, and everyone in this house is very clear who belongs to whom. Yes, you got the nice quiet one. I got the 5am meowling whiny baby. Thanks lots for that one.


Now that you're older, life has become a complicated juggling act. Your time is filled with friends, school, dance, dance and dance (ballet, tap and jazz), church, choir and oh yeah, that little thing we call the Grammy Award Winning MSU Children's Choir. One minute you're giggling about cute boys and the next you are performing a Pulitzer Prize Winning 20th century composition with the Detroit Symphony Orchestra.


You're leaving the age that some call tweens. I never liked that name. It means you're not little and you're not a teenager. But "not" is at the core of its definition, and believe you me, you've never been a not. One thing I have noticed over these past thirteen years: you are always so much more than any label. Maybe this is why I've been so hesitant to make the jump from TinyTuna to TeenTuna.

I'm sorry to tell you that the word teen carries a lot of negative connotations and can pretty much turn any parent into a quivering mass of fear and panic. Teens are moody. Teens are rude. Teens pretty much believe the world revolves around their precious behinds. Teens are needy and demanding yet would prefer it if you walked several paces behind them (and PLEASE DON'T TALK TO THEM) so you don't embarrass them.


But at the same time, Teens are wonderfully optimistic. Teens have an infectious love of life. Even when times are difficult, Teens are a real inspiration. Whereas adults tend to get stretched and pulled too thin until they snap, Teens have amazing resilience and snap back into shape like Silly Putty.

So now what? You have danced to your own song and defied every label for the past thirteen years, and knowing you, that isn't going to change anytime soon. At least I hope not. I love what you've done so far, and cannot wait to see what's next. Ultimately, it doesn't matter much what I call you here on these pages. A part of you will always be my TinyTuna; my wonderful little girl. But I must admit, your begging and pleading and the masterful stuffing of the ballot box on your behalf has won me over.

But no matter what anybody calls you, I do have one small request.
I ask that you always remember to be so much more.

Happy Thirteenth Birthday, Melanie
Welcome to The Tuna News
TeenTuna.

Lucky Thirteen


When you were born, we never really called you an infant. Infants are small and weak and helpless. Even before you were born it seemed you were anything but helpless. You had your own plans and your own schedule. Once you finally showed up (three weeks late, thank you very much), you weren't big on being either small or weak. As a brand-spanking newborn, GramTuna remarked how awake and alert you were; taking the whole world in as if you were glad for the change in venue because dammit, you had things to do. Yes, you were an infant. But you were always so much more.


When you were a little older, we never really called you a toddler. Toddlers "toddle" (I guess), and that unsteadiness seemed somehow contrary to your personality. When you decided to walk, you just did it. There were no video cameras or waiting arms as you traveled from one excited adult to another. No, in fact, I clearly remember standing in the kitchen doing the dishes, and the next thing I knew, you had strolled in from the living room to see what I was doing. At the time it startled me, but as I look back, this has become typical behavior. You have never been one to do anything (and I mean ANYTHING) before you were darn good and ready to do it. But once you decided the time was right, there was no toddling, no learning curve. It was just BAM ... another skill accomplished. Yes, you were a toddler, but you were always so much more.



Time passed, and you continued to live life on your own terms. You were a pre-schooler, but never went to pre-school. You went to college school which celebrated you and all the gifts you had. In the frustrating world of daycare, college school became a godsend, and we watched you thrive, making friends with kids from all over the world, and going everywhere with your class. There was nothing "pre" about your education. You jumped in with both feet. Yes, you were a pre-schooler, but you were so much more.


No one's life is easy all the time. But you have always embraced life with an amazing sense of wonder and excitement. Even when the fairy princess face paint was washed off, your world was magical.


You love the opportunity to be on stage and live to perform. When you're singing or acting you're with your people, and it doesn't matter if your fellow actor is 7 years old or 70 years old (or Toonces the mechanical cat) -- you love them all. What's even better is that you don't do this for your own personal glory. When you haven't been able to be on stage, you are always sure that we go for your friends. That sense of support and caring for others is a rare and wonderful gift.


After being relatively skittish with animals, you embraced two little lost kittens and now you and Mila (in particular) are thick as thieves. You call yourself Mila's human, and everyone in this house is very clear who belongs to whom. Yes, you got the nice quiet one. I got the 5am meowling whiny baby. Thanks lots for that one.


Now that you're older, life has become a complicated juggling act. Your time is filled with friends, school, dance, dance and dance (ballet, tap and jazz), church, choir and oh yeah, that little thing we call the Grammy Award Winning MSU Children's Choir. One minute you're giggling about cute boys and the next you are performing a Pulitzer Prize Winning 20th century composition with the Detroit Symphony Orchestra.


You're leaving the age that some call tweens. I never liked that name. It means you're not little and you're not a teenager. But "not" is at the core of its definition, and believe you me, you've never been a not. One thing I have noticed over these past thirteen years: you are always so much more than any label. Maybe this is why I've been so hesitant to make the jump from TinyTuna to TeenTuna.

I'm sorry to tell you that the word teen carries a lot of negative connotations and can pretty much turn any parent into a quivering mass of fear and panic. Teens are moody. Teens are rude. Teens pretty much believe the world revolves around their precious behinds. Teens are needy and demanding yet would prefer it if you walked several paces behind them (and PLEASE DON'T TALK TO THEM) so you don't embarrass them.


But at the same time, Teens are wonderfully optimistic. Teens have an infectious love of life. Even when times are difficult, Teens are a real inspiration. Whereas adults tend to get stretched and pulled too thin until they snap, Teens have amazing resilience and snap back into shape like Silly Putty.

So now what? You have danced to your own song and defied every label for the past thirteen years, and knowing you, that isn't going to change anytime soon. At least I hope not. I love what you've done so far, and cannot wait to see what's next. Ultimately, it doesn't matter much what I call you here on these pages. A part of you will always be my TinyTuna; my wonderful little girl. But I must admit, your begging and pleading and the masterful stuffing of the ballot box on your behalf has won me over.

But no matter what anybody calls you, I do have one small request.
I ask that you always remember to be so much more.

Happy Thirteenth Birthday, Melanie
Welcome to The Tuna News
TeenTuna.

Unconscious Mutterings

I say ... And You Think :

1. Freak :: Out

2. Open :: And Shut Case

3. Important :: Critical

4. Magnetism :: Animal

5. Lap :: Swim

6. Anything :: Goes

7. Match :: Light

8. Father :: Mother

9. Idea :: Lightbulb

10. Mirror :: Reflection


Wow.
Unbelievably boring.
Not even a Chocolate Bunny or Peep anywhere in the lot, unless you count Animal Magnetism. And somehow I don't think that counts ... or is even legal in most states.

Unconscious Mutterings

I say ... And You Think :

1. Freak :: Out

2. Open :: And Shut Case

3. Important :: Critical

4. Magnetism :: Animal

5. Lap :: Swim

6. Anything :: Goes

7. Match :: Light

8. Father :: Mother

9. Idea :: Lightbulb

10. Mirror :: Reflection


Wow.
Unbelievably boring.
Not even a Chocolate Bunny or Peep anywhere in the lot, unless you count Animal Magnetism. And somehow I don't think that counts ... or is even legal in most states.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Friday's Feast Tag-Team A-GAIN


It's a late afternoon I cannot TOLERATE work any more edition of Friday's Feast. Since TinyTuna is in the last throes of spring break, she heard me typing and said, "Are you doing Friday Feast now?" What kind of eerie sense of ESP does this kid have? So, it's a tantalizing tag team tandem feast, just for you.

Appetizer: When you travel, which mode of transportation do you prefer?
GreenTuna: Perhaps this seems obvious, but my preferred mode of transportation would be the not crashing one, where someone else purchases the fuel. Really though, I'm not picky. Planes, trains and automobiles are fine. As are boats, goats and stoats, though I'm guessing on a couple of those. Elephants are a little uncomfortable, and I've never been much of a horse person. For regular travel, I enjoy driving. It's forced rest time.
TinyTuna: Plane.

Soup: Have you ever met a blogging friend in person?
GreenTuna: Why yes I have! Isn't that a dull answer?
TinyTuna: Yes. (GreenTuna: Who? TinyTuna: You)

Salad: When was the last time you were really, really tired?
GreenTuna: When was the last time I WASN'T?
TinyTuna: During my DSO performances.

Main Course: If you could have dinner with any one fictional character from a book or a movie, who would it be?
GreenTuna: Goodness. Who knows? Well, I wouldn't choose Oliver Twist because I don't like gruel. I wouldn't choose Hannibal Lector because I don't think I really go well with Fava Beans and a nice Chianti. Jesus might be a nice choice because of the whole if you run out of wine you're covered deal, but it's probably not nice to call him a fictional character, especially on Good Friday. So I guess the answer would be Cartman, because we'd have Cheesy Poofs and PIE!
TinyTuna: Harry Potter (Greentuna: Oooo, Good answer!)

Dessert: Fill in the blank: One day I hope to see ___________.
GreenTuna: One day I hope to see PERIOD. Without flinging my glasses on and off my face all day long. If that answer isn't good then how about: One day I hope to see a thing as beautiful as a tree. No wait, I think that one's already been taken. Let's try: One day I hope to see gas under $1.00. Or Harvey. All things considered, the rabbit is probably the best bet.
TinyTuna: One day I hope to see a good grade in math.

Friday's Feast Tag-Team A-GAIN


It's a late afternoon I cannot TOLERATE work any more edition of Friday's Feast. Since TinyTuna is in the last throes of spring break, she heard me typing and said, "Are you doing Friday Feast now?" What kind of eerie sense of ESP does this kid have? So, it's a tantalizing tag team tandem feast, just for you.

Appetizer: When you travel, which mode of transportation do you prefer?
GreenTuna: Perhaps this seems obvious, but my preferred mode of transportation would be the not crashing one, where someone else purchases the fuel. Really though, I'm not picky. Planes, trains and automobiles are fine. As are boats, goats and stoats, though I'm guessing on a couple of those. Elephants are a little uncomfortable, and I've never been much of a horse person. For regular travel, I enjoy driving. It's forced rest time.
TinyTuna: Plane.

Soup: Have you ever met a blogging friend in person?
GreenTuna: Why yes I have! Isn't that a dull answer?
TinyTuna: Yes. (GreenTuna: Who? TinyTuna: You)

Salad: When was the last time you were really, really tired?
GreenTuna: When was the last time I WASN'T?
TinyTuna: During my DSO performances.

Main Course: If you could have dinner with any one fictional character from a book or a movie, who would it be?
GreenTuna: Goodness. Who knows? Well, I wouldn't choose Oliver Twist because I don't like gruel. I wouldn't choose Hannibal Lector because I don't think I really go well with Fava Beans and a nice Chianti. Jesus might be a nice choice because of the whole if you run out of wine you're covered deal, but it's probably not nice to call him a fictional character, especially on Good Friday. So I guess the answer would be Cartman, because we'd have Cheesy Poofs and PIE!
TinyTuna: Harry Potter (Greentuna: Oooo, Good answer!)

Dessert: Fill in the blank: One day I hope to see ___________.
GreenTuna: One day I hope to see PERIOD. Without flinging my glasses on and off my face all day long. If that answer isn't good then how about: One day I hope to see a thing as beautiful as a tree. No wait, I think that one's already been taken. Let's try: One day I hope to see gas under $1.00. Or Harvey. All things considered, the rabbit is probably the best bet.
TinyTuna: One day I hope to see a good grade in math.