Category: *heh*

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On Not Getting the Point

Lunchtime amusements.

I told my Wonder Woman, “You don’t deserve me.”

“I know,” she replied, “but I’m working on it.”

“Oh? You’re working on becoming mean, nasty, ugly and cruel?” I asked (with redundant expository included here for emPHAsis).

*WW-glow*

*heh*

Not getting the point, Lady? Deliberately eh? As I said… 😉

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I Like It When My Directions Are Followed to the Letter…

Saw this at “etsy” (off a reference from Lovely Daughter’s blog, A Dash of Nutmeg),

Obey-Gravity

It attracted my eye because of a lil schtick I pull from time to time: shopping in a store, set something down (perhaps in a cart or basket or even at the checkout), point at it and glare sternly saying, “Stay!” It almost invariably gets a decent reaction from whatever audience I have.

“Tis a small thing but my own.

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Lesson Learned

OK, so I kinda knew that one set of bottles I’d put away a little over a week ago had been slightly “over-charged” since, besides the same amount of sugar “charge” as all the other bottles, they also contained a goodly amount of trub that was likely to contain a bit more yeast the sugar could reactivate.

Oh, “lesson learned”? Don’t open one of “those” bottles while sitting at a computer. Screen, keyboard drawer, keyboard: all liberally sprayed by some hyper-carbonation. *heh*

Cleanup was delicious, though.

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I Hope They Don’t Think They Can Dance…

…but I appreciate the joi de vivre

Best part, IMO, is where the shopper (looks to be in his over-weight, outa condition late 40s second glance, mid-fifties, but all these kids look about the same to me *heh*) joins in and looks better “on the floor” than the store employees. *heh* As I said, I appreciate the spirit, but a little over the top for my own shopping taste.

h.t. to Josh on FB

Note the post where this video originated. A guy who claims to have been “hardcore Mac” for the past five years,

“I was absolutely floored by this experience, Microsoft has made a bold move to capture new market share. I ordered a copy of Windows 7 Ultimate edition…”

Well, I like Windows 7 well enough to have transitioned my own Wonder Woman to it (she’s “hard core’ Windows ;-)) and to have freely recommended it to folks who’ve had their gripes with Vista, but it’s not the bees’ knees. *heh* Still, nice to see some folks enjoying their work.

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An Inspiring (or Perhaps Not) Post

As I was contemplating the Meaning of the Universe (yeh, I was “on the throne”), it occurred to me that I have read very, very few scenes in the (literally) tens of thousands of books–about 2/3 fiction–I’ve read that deal explicitly with the elimination of feces. Protagonists can go through days, weeks, months, years without once taking a dump.

This is weird. I mean, take a man who loves his wife and enjoys the marriage bed with her greatly. Lock him away from his wife for a week. Plug him up so he can NOT void his bowels for the same week. Now, when released, which is going to be the greater biological imperative? Sex or dumping?

See? It’s easy to trump Freud, the weenie. *heh*

Now, back to fictional representations of the act. There are LOTS (loads, tons, an abundant redundant superfluous excess *heh*) of sex scenes in fictional representation, but a paucity of number 2s. Strange, that. The only fictional representation of dumping that springs readily to mind is from the Michael Douglas (Michael and Douglas Crichton writing as Michael Douglas) book, Dealing or The Berkeley-to-Boston Forty-Brick Lost-Bag Blues. Now, admittedly, this ain’t “grate litterchure” but it’s well written and a cracking good, very amusing story–especially for some of us who lived through the 70s mostly conscious (in contrast to many of our acquaintances).

Gotta hand it to “Michael Douglas”. Sure knew how to place things in perspective.

So, if there are any aspiring authors of fiction out there who happen to read this post, please consider including some number 2s in your work. Verisimilitude, dontcha know.