Category: *heh*

But please, don’t expect me to wear it in public. 🙂

He was also a rampant, flaming… socialist. Does this mean that all anti-smoking vegetarians–not to mention socialists–are evil? No, but it does give one justification for looking just a bit slaunchwise at ’em. Especially the socialists.

*heh*

Also note: FYI: Hitler Was A Socialist Thanks for reminding me of that post, Woody.

Oh, yes I did… *heh*

OK, so thinking on the “If This Thing Had Thumbs…” post led to thoughts of Kzin Cubs which led, not-so-directly, to this (don’t ask how. No, I told you not to ask!):

“WHO PUT THE TRIBBLES IN THE QUADROTRITICALE?”

(to the tune of “Who Put the Overalls in Mrs. Murphy’s Chowder?”)

by Jean Lamb

We were down on Sherman’s Planet just about a week ago,
And our gallant crew decided to put on a show.
The Science Staff brought down a bin with seeds of a new strain–
Its fruitfulness would bring the rival Klingons lots of pain.
Mr. Spock, he opened it, and blushed a pure clear green,
For where the precious grain was, only tribbles could be seen.
The captain, he got screaming mad, his eyes were bulging out!
He got on Communications, and loudly he did shout:

(Chorus)

“Who put the tribbles in the quadrotriticale?”
Nobody spoke, so we interrogated daily.
It’s a Klingon trick, it’s true,
And we’ll lick the clique that threw
The tribbles in the quadrotriticale.

Mr. Spock, he nodded grim, and said he had to then.
Then he started looking for a man called Cyrano.
Uhura picked up one of them, and it started purring fine;
Then she walked by a bureaucrat and it began to whine.
The Klingon spy confessed at length, then pleaded for the fuzz.
Even Federation jail was better than a tribble’s buzz!
Mr. Spock let Cyrano Jones out of his makeshift jail,
Picked up his synthesizer, and it began to wail:

(Chorus)

Now the tribbles have a home across the leap of time,
While littering the corridors of Station Deep Space Nine;
Worf is angry and frustrated, till he’s almost sick,
And Quark is offering customers Roast Tribble On A Stick.
The Chronocops are wondering if all is truly well,
So Sisko takes his refuge in the phrase, “Don’t ask, don’t tell!”
When Klingon ships arrive to conquer where the beasties dwell,
They flee in panic to avoid this awful Tribble Hell!

(Chorus)

Which did cause me to wonder what the heck “Who Put the Overalls In Mrs. Murphy’s Chowder” sounded like, so:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jspZ-I8a-WA

And that, of course, led to this:

And, from a 1901 (hence really, really public domain) wax cylinder recording found reproduced here:

[audio:Who-Threw-the-Overalls-in-Mrs-Murphy’s-Chowder.mp3]

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…we’d be doomed! Doomed, I say!

😉

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…spoken in jest?

From Newsbusted: “The average woman will spend over $50,000 on her hair over the course of her life, and even more if her name happens to be Ryan Seacrest .” *heh*

Yard work. Stepped in mole trace. Three loud POPs, excruciating pain… Yep. ACL. Again. Crawled back into the house. Ice packs, loads of ibuprofen and acetaminophen (they work well together and are safe in low, OTC doses), wraps and a cane. Manageable. In a few weeks, just the knee brace will be enough, and after a few months I’ll only wear the knee brace for yard work and such like.

Again. Oh. Well. I guess I ought to set my calendar by my Spring events, spaced every six years or so–just long enough for me to start being careless again. *heh*

The unkindest injury of all (the self-inflicted kind :-)).

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