Frank Gorshin, AKA The Riddler
1934-2005
*sigh*
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Monday, May 16, 2005
MeMeMeee(me)
What's In A Name?
Monday morning diversion lifted from Raspberry Jubileee.
What do you want to Spell with Flickr?
Monday morning diversion lifted from Raspberry Jubileee.
What do you want to Spell with Flickr?
MeMeMeee(me)
What's In A Name?
Monday morning diversion lifted from Raspberry Jubileee.
What do you want to Spell with Flickr?
Monday morning diversion lifted from Raspberry Jubileee.
What do you want to Spell with Flickr?
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Unconscious Mutterings
I say ... And you think
Poor feeble unconscious...there is nothing exciting here. Common Ground is the name of a local summer music festival. Fabio the First is still our pet, and "Dark and stormy night" reminded me of the comic strip Peanuts, which used to be funny, but then it went bust. Just like Dot coms. Or something.
Unconscious Mutterings can be found HERE.
- Grandma:: Gram
- Pet:: Fabio
- Desolate:: Lonely
- Backspace:: Correct
- Common ground:: Music
- Storm:: Thunder
- Dark:: and stormy night
- Water bottle:: Thirsty
- Training:: Wheels
- Dot coms:: Bust
Poor feeble unconscious...there is nothing exciting here. Common Ground is the name of a local summer music festival. Fabio the First is still our pet, and "Dark and stormy night" reminded me of the comic strip Peanuts, which used to be funny, but then it went bust. Just like Dot coms. Or something.
Unconscious Mutterings can be found HERE.
Unconscious Mutterings
I say ... And you think
Poor feeble unconscious...there is nothing exciting here. Common Ground is the name of a local summer music festival. Fabio the First is still our pet, and "Dark and stormy night" reminded me of the comic strip Peanuts, which used to be funny, but then it went bust. Just like Dot coms. Or something.
Unconscious Mutterings can be found HERE.
- Grandma:: Gram
- Pet:: Fabio
- Desolate:: Lonely
- Backspace:: Correct
- Common ground:: Music
- Storm:: Thunder
- Dark:: and stormy night
- Water bottle:: Thirsty
- Training:: Wheels
- Dot coms:: Bust
Poor feeble unconscious...there is nothing exciting here. Common Ground is the name of a local summer music festival. Fabio the First is still our pet, and "Dark and stormy night" reminded me of the comic strip Peanuts, which used to be funny, but then it went bust. Just like Dot coms. Or something.
Unconscious Mutterings can be found HERE.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
I Dunno
For your consideration:
The Bloglines Plumber.
This guy shows up online whenever Bloglines is down for the count. And whereas I don't begrudge any website the time to upgrade their system, this particular spokes-professional doesn't inspire a lot of confidence, now does he? The least he could do is have a mouse, or a plumber's snake, or a printer cable or something...
The Bloglines Plumber.
This guy shows up online whenever Bloglines is down for the count. And whereas I don't begrudge any website the time to upgrade their system, this particular spokes-professional doesn't inspire a lot of confidence, now does he? The least he could do is have a mouse, or a plumber's snake, or a printer cable or something...
I Dunno
For your consideration:
The Bloglines Plumber.
This guy shows up online whenever Bloglines is down for the count. And whereas I don't begrudge any website the time to upgrade their system, this particular spokes-professional doesn't inspire a lot of confidence, now does he? The least he could do is have a mouse, or a plumber's snake, or a printer cable or something...
The Bloglines Plumber.
This guy shows up online whenever Bloglines is down for the count. And whereas I don't begrudge any website the time to upgrade their system, this particular spokes-professional doesn't inspire a lot of confidence, now does he? The least he could do is have a mouse, or a plumber's snake, or a printer cable or something...
Supersize Me
Today I did the unimaginable:
It's high time that the clothing industry took the plunge and sold women's clothes accord to size. Actual size. Actual size as in inches size.
Yes, on the outset, it would suck greatly. There would be untold "tag shock" as women had to face the Fats of Life. This drastic change in the garment industry would have to be handled delicately. Most likely it would require a Priest or therapist administering free Kleenex, chocolate and/or alcohol.
But you know what? I'd get over it. The bad news of the inches would be rewarded by all the hours saved not having to Indiana Jones every pair of pants trying to decode the ambiguous "Size 12" which, more often than not, is anything BUT a Size 12.
And these rules go for shoes too. Today I bought two pairs of shoes. One was a 9 1/2 and one was an 11-wide. 11-Wide! How did THAT happen?? Did my feet swell that much as I turned the corner from cute Capezios to Ronald McDonald footwear?
It's time for change. Forget Social Security and The Nuclear Option. We need to focus on issues of real importance. I'm going to put on my brand new shoes and kick some butt.
- I cleaned my bathroom (badly needed)
- I bought myself clothes (badly needed)
- I bought myself shoes (not quite so badly needed)
- I bought myself a new purse (badly rationalized) which might actually qualify as "cute" though I would hardly be a good judge.
It's high time that the clothing industry took the plunge and sold women's clothes accord to size. Actual size. Actual size as in inches size.
Yes, on the outset, it would suck greatly. There would be untold "tag shock" as women had to face the Fats of Life. This drastic change in the garment industry would have to be handled delicately. Most likely it would require a Priest or therapist administering free Kleenex, chocolate and/or alcohol.
But you know what? I'd get over it. The bad news of the inches would be rewarded by all the hours saved not having to Indiana Jones every pair of pants trying to decode the ambiguous "Size 12" which, more often than not, is anything BUT a Size 12.
And these rules go for shoes too. Today I bought two pairs of shoes. One was a 9 1/2 and one was an 11-wide. 11-Wide! How did THAT happen?? Did my feet swell that much as I turned the corner from cute Capezios to Ronald McDonald footwear?
It's time for change. Forget Social Security and The Nuclear Option. We need to focus on issues of real importance. I'm going to put on my brand new shoes and kick some butt.
Supersize Me
Today I did the unimaginable:
It's high time that the clothing industry took the plunge and sold women's clothes accord to size. Actual size. Actual size as in inches size.
Yes, on the outset, it would suck greatly. There would be untold "tag shock" as women had to face the Fats of Life. This drastic change in the garment industry would have to be handled delicately. Most likely it would require a Priest or therapist administering free Kleenex, chocolate and/or alcohol.
But you know what? I'd get over it. The bad news of the inches would be rewarded by all the hours saved not having to Indiana Jones every pair of pants trying to decode the ambiguous "Size 12" which, more often than not, is anything BUT a Size 12.
And these rules go for shoes too. Today I bought two pairs of shoes. One was a 9 1/2 and one was an 11-wide. 11-Wide! How did THAT happen?? Did my feet swell that much as I turned the corner from cute Capezios to Ronald McDonald footwear?
It's time for change. Forget Social Security and The Nuclear Option. We need to focus on issues of real importance. I'm going to put on my brand new shoes and kick some butt.
- I cleaned my bathroom (badly needed)
- I bought myself clothes (badly needed)
- I bought myself shoes (not quite so badly needed)
- I bought myself a new purse (badly rationalized) which might actually qualify as "cute" though I would hardly be a good judge.
It's high time that the clothing industry took the plunge and sold women's clothes accord to size. Actual size. Actual size as in inches size.
Yes, on the outset, it would suck greatly. There would be untold "tag shock" as women had to face the Fats of Life. This drastic change in the garment industry would have to be handled delicately. Most likely it would require a Priest or therapist administering free Kleenex, chocolate and/or alcohol.
But you know what? I'd get over it. The bad news of the inches would be rewarded by all the hours saved not having to Indiana Jones every pair of pants trying to decode the ambiguous "Size 12" which, more often than not, is anything BUT a Size 12.
And these rules go for shoes too. Today I bought two pairs of shoes. One was a 9 1/2 and one was an 11-wide. 11-Wide! How did THAT happen?? Did my feet swell that much as I turned the corner from cute Capezios to Ronald McDonald footwear?
It's time for change. Forget Social Security and The Nuclear Option. We need to focus on issues of real importance. I'm going to put on my brand new shoes and kick some butt.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Friday Feast
shhhhhhhh!! Don't tell anyone, but I'm doing Friday's Feast before Friday......
Appetizer: Whose Intelligence do you find most intimidating?
Nothing beats the intelligence of TinyTuna. Partially wise beyond her years, partially contradictory and inconceivable (I do not think that word means what you think it means). I don't know that I'd call it intimidating, but I am in absolute awe that she manages to speak with equal parts innocence, conviction and bullshit.
Soup: Name something you've done that surprised yourself
Just admitted to the entire world that my child speaks with equal parts innocence, conviction and bullshit.
Salad: Name three people whom you've only met "online" but consider good friends.
When I was little, I used to watch Romper Room all the time. At the end of the show the Romper Room lady would look into her hand mirror and say, "I see Janie and Susan and Bobby and Lucy...." and she NEVER SAID MY NAME. I didn't understand. Couldn't she see me? I watched her dumb show all the time. I would even yell my name at the TV in hopes that she would say my name. Sometimes I yelled so loud, I thought someone might call the cops. Anyway. I'm not naming names on the grounds that I refuse to be a mean old Romper Room Lady. So, the answer (if I've never met you before) is: two other people...and...YOU!
Main Course: Where is the dirtiest place you've ever been?
That would have to be either
1. The "back room" of the video store with my little brother reading video titles out loud and laughing so hard we were crying, or...
2. My bathroom.
Dessert: What is the best example of "perfection" that you can think of?
A sunny day with a light breeze. 82 degrees with low humidity. Lunch at Bubbas. Ferry Ride to Ocracoke. Spying dolphins from the ferry and avoiding seagull-bombs from the sky. Dinner at Howard's Pub. Ghost walk at dark. Starlit ferry ride back home. Just another typical day on the Outer Banks.
Appetizer: Whose Intelligence do you find most intimidating?
Nothing beats the intelligence of TinyTuna. Partially wise beyond her years, partially contradictory and inconceivable (I do not think that word means what you think it means). I don't know that I'd call it intimidating, but I am in absolute awe that she manages to speak with equal parts innocence, conviction and bullshit.
Soup: Name something you've done that surprised yourself
Just admitted to the entire world that my child speaks with equal parts innocence, conviction and bullshit.
Salad: Name three people whom you've only met "online" but consider good friends.
When I was little, I used to watch Romper Room all the time. At the end of the show the Romper Room lady would look into her hand mirror and say, "I see Janie and Susan and Bobby and Lucy...." and she NEVER SAID MY NAME. I didn't understand. Couldn't she see me? I watched her dumb show all the time. I would even yell my name at the TV in hopes that she would say my name. Sometimes I yelled so loud, I thought someone might call the cops. Anyway. I'm not naming names on the grounds that I refuse to be a mean old Romper Room Lady. So, the answer (if I've never met you before) is: two other people...and...YOU!
Main Course: Where is the dirtiest place you've ever been?
That would have to be either
1. The "back room" of the video store with my little brother reading video titles out loud and laughing so hard we were crying, or...
2. My bathroom.
Dessert: What is the best example of "perfection" that you can think of?
A sunny day with a light breeze. 82 degrees with low humidity. Lunch at Bubbas. Ferry Ride to Ocracoke. Spying dolphins from the ferry and avoiding seagull-bombs from the sky. Dinner at Howard's Pub. Ghost walk at dark. Starlit ferry ride back home. Just another typical day on the Outer Banks.
Friday Feast
shhhhhhhh!! Don't tell anyone, but I'm doing Friday's Feast before Friday......
Appetizer: Whose Intelligence do you find most intimidating?
Nothing beats the intelligence of TinyTuna. Partially wise beyond her years, partially contradictory and inconceivable (I do not think that word means what you think it means). I don't know that I'd call it intimidating, but I am in absolute awe that she manages to speak with equal parts innocence, conviction and bullshit.
Soup: Name something you've done that surprised yourself
Just admitted to the entire world that my child speaks with equal parts innocence, conviction and bullshit.
Salad: Name three people whom you've only met "online" but consider good friends.
When I was little, I used to watch Romper Room all the time. At the end of the show the Romper Room lady would look into her hand mirror and say, "I see Janie and Susan and Bobby and Lucy...." and she NEVER SAID MY NAME. I didn't understand. Couldn't she see me? I watched her dumb show all the time. I would even yell my name at the TV in hopes that she would say my name. Sometimes I yelled so loud, I thought someone might call the cops. Anyway. I'm not naming names on the grounds that I refuse to be a mean old Romper Room Lady. So, the answer (if I've never met you before) is: two other people...and...YOU!
Main Course: Where is the dirtiest place you've ever been?
That would have to be either
1. The "back room" of the video store with my little brother reading video titles out loud and laughing so hard we were crying, or...
2. My bathroom.
Dessert: What is the best example of "perfection" that you can think of?
A sunny day with a light breeze. 82 degrees with low humidity. Lunch at Bubbas. Ferry Ride to Ocracoke. Spying dolphins from the ferry and avoiding seagull-bombs from the sky. Dinner at Howard's Pub. Ghost walk at dark. Starlit ferry ride back home. Just another typical day on the Outer Banks.
Appetizer: Whose Intelligence do you find most intimidating?
Nothing beats the intelligence of TinyTuna. Partially wise beyond her years, partially contradictory and inconceivable (I do not think that word means what you think it means). I don't know that I'd call it intimidating, but I am in absolute awe that she manages to speak with equal parts innocence, conviction and bullshit.
Soup: Name something you've done that surprised yourself
Just admitted to the entire world that my child speaks with equal parts innocence, conviction and bullshit.
Salad: Name three people whom you've only met "online" but consider good friends.
When I was little, I used to watch Romper Room all the time. At the end of the show the Romper Room lady would look into her hand mirror and say, "I see Janie and Susan and Bobby and Lucy...." and she NEVER SAID MY NAME. I didn't understand. Couldn't she see me? I watched her dumb show all the time. I would even yell my name at the TV in hopes that she would say my name. Sometimes I yelled so loud, I thought someone might call the cops. Anyway. I'm not naming names on the grounds that I refuse to be a mean old Romper Room Lady. So, the answer (if I've never met you before) is: two other people...and...YOU!
Main Course: Where is the dirtiest place you've ever been?
That would have to be either
1. The "back room" of the video store with my little brother reading video titles out loud and laughing so hard we were crying, or...
2. My bathroom.
Dessert: What is the best example of "perfection" that you can think of?
A sunny day with a light breeze. 82 degrees with low humidity. Lunch at Bubbas. Ferry Ride to Ocracoke. Spying dolphins from the ferry and avoiding seagull-bombs from the sky. Dinner at Howard's Pub. Ghost walk at dark. Starlit ferry ride back home. Just another typical day on the Outer Banks.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Lord Have Mercy
First Holy Ghost -- what's next? Jeezy Creezy?
And I have to say, I'm just not really following the logic. Take work for example. Just because I'm in a coma doesn't mean I think my job is irrelevzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Holy Ghost 'too spooky'Education bosses delayed plans to introduce new guidelines for religious education teachers which include warnings against using terms such as Holy Ghost - deemed too "trivial and spooky" for children.
Under the guidelines, schools will also be advised to take school trips to churches only when they are full - as the sight of the empty buildings may make pupils believe Christianity is irrelevant.
Most major religions feature in the list of dos and don'ts drawn up by education chiefs in Norfolk to prevent students being confused or alienated by religious terms.
And I have to say, I'm just not really following the logic. Take work for example. Just because I'm in a coma doesn't mean I think my job is irrelevzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Lord Have Mercy
First Holy Ghost -- what's next? Jeezy Creezy?
And I have to say, I'm just not really following the logic. Take work for example. Just because I'm in a coma doesn't mean I think my job is irrelevzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Holy Ghost 'too spooky'Education bosses delayed plans to introduce new guidelines for religious education teachers which include warnings against using terms such as Holy Ghost - deemed too "trivial and spooky" for children.
Under the guidelines, schools will also be advised to take school trips to churches only when they are full - as the sight of the empty buildings may make pupils believe Christianity is irrelevant.
Most major religions feature in the list of dos and don'ts drawn up by education chiefs in Norfolk to prevent students being confused or alienated by religious terms.
And I have to say, I'm just not really following the logic. Take work for example. Just because I'm in a coma doesn't mean I think my job is irrelevzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Sunshine and Lollipops
With the Amazing win of the Amazingly Nice People from Amazing Race 7
Uchenna and Joyce
I declare today to be skittles and beer...
Sunshine and lollipops...Babies and bunnies.
They're only 17 days old.
All together now: Awwwwwwww!
Uchenna and Joyce
I declare today to be skittles and beer...
Sunshine and lollipops...Babies and bunnies.
They're only 17 days old.
All together now: Awwwwwwww!
Sunshine and Lollipops
With the Amazing win of the Amazingly Nice People from Amazing Race 7
Uchenna and Joyce
I declare today to be skittles and beer...
Sunshine and lollipops...Babies and bunnies.
They're only 17 days old.
All together now: Awwwwwwww!
Uchenna and Joyce
I declare today to be skittles and beer...
Sunshine and lollipops...Babies and bunnies.
They're only 17 days old.
All together now: Awwwwwwww!
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Unconscious Mutterings
I forgot to Mutter on Mutters Day.
(ba-DUMP-bump)
I say...And You Think
Well...I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that nearly everything I think of (#3-4) as a song-cue. I've never read The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (#7), though I can't remember if that was by choice or design. In my defense, I've never cuddled a sheep (#9), and yes, I actually thought the word foible -- and then had to look it up online to make sure I was thinking of the right word. Who knew it was the upper, weaker portion of a blade? (Fencers, I suppose, but I'm epee-less)
As for #2...All I am going to say is that one of you out there somewhere should be VERY AFRAID.
CAPS LOCK
LEANED OVER
and BOLD
Unconscious Mutterings can be found HERE.
(ba-DUMP-bump)
I say...And You Think
- Android:: R2D2
- Revenge:: Cold
- Knight:: Round Table
- Stranded:: At the Drive In
- Weakness:: Foible
- Greed:: Money
- Walter:: Mitty
- Dense:: Stupid
- Sheep:: Cuddly
- Propane:: Gas
Well...I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that nearly everything I think of (#3-4) as a song-cue. I've never read The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (#7), though I can't remember if that was by choice or design. In my defense, I've never cuddled a sheep (#9), and yes, I actually thought the word foible -- and then had to look it up online to make sure I was thinking of the right word. Who knew it was the upper, weaker portion of a blade? (Fencers, I suppose, but I'm epee-less)
As for #2...All I am going to say is that one of you out there somewhere should be VERY AFRAID.
CAPS LOCK
LEANED OVER
and BOLD
Unconscious Mutterings can be found HERE.
Unconscious Mutterings
I forgot to Mutter on Mutters Day.
(ba-DUMP-bump)
I say...And You Think
Well...I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that nearly everything I think of (#3-4) as a song-cue. I've never read The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (#7), though I can't remember if that was by choice or design. In my defense, I've never cuddled a sheep (#9), and yes, I actually thought the word foible -- and then had to look it up online to make sure I was thinking of the right word. Who knew it was the upper, weaker portion of a blade? (Fencers, I suppose, but I'm epee-less)
As for #2...All I am going to say is that one of you out there somewhere should be VERY AFRAID.
CAPS LOCK
LEANED OVER
and BOLD
Unconscious Mutterings can be found HERE.
(ba-DUMP-bump)
I say...And You Think
- Android:: R2D2
- Revenge:: Cold
- Knight:: Round Table
- Stranded:: At the Drive In
- Weakness:: Foible
- Greed:: Money
- Walter:: Mitty
- Dense:: Stupid
- Sheep:: Cuddly
- Propane:: Gas
Well...I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that nearly everything I think of (#3-4) as a song-cue. I've never read The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (#7), though I can't remember if that was by choice or design. In my defense, I've never cuddled a sheep (#9), and yes, I actually thought the word foible -- and then had to look it up online to make sure I was thinking of the right word. Who knew it was the upper, weaker portion of a blade? (Fencers, I suppose, but I'm epee-less)
As for #2...All I am going to say is that one of you out there somewhere should be VERY AFRAID.
CAPS LOCK
LEANED OVER
and BOLD
Unconscious Mutterings can be found HERE.
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