Friday: See below.Saturday: Lee had to work OT. Ray’s new bunkbed-futon-couch thingy arrived. The workmen set it all up in under an hour–definitely the way to go.Sunday: Went to the Denver Museum of Nature and Science with Randy and Ray for a Ray birthdayish outing. Ray grinned from ear to ear practically the whole time. […]
Randy was telling me about Dr. Henry Holmes (Herman Webster Mudgett) today, and I had to look him up. Reminds me of that Monty Python sketch…Masons!
The Japanese have a festival just to watch cherry blossoms. So tell me…where the hell are the Japanese recipes for cherries?
Lee and I took the day off yesterday and messed around. We found a house with two sphinxes in front and a gigantic iron birdbath…we found a German deli with Happy Hippopotomus candy…we found Black Cat Books. Black Cat Books is a hole-in-the-wall bookstore up in Manitou Springs. The part of the place that’s upstairs
Something I’ve wondered over the last year or so: do serial killers have a function? Or are they an unfortunate concentration of traits that add up to monstrosity? Or did serial killers once have a function, which they now no longer serve? It’s another way of restating free will vs. predestination, I guess. Because if
Where do the little piggly-wigglies of my soul lead me? Your Life Path Number is 9 Your purpose in life is to make the world better. You are very socially conscious and a total idealist.You think there are many things wrong with the world, and you want to fix them.You have a big idea of
I got another one! Nemesis is mine! Muahahahaha!
Boy Howdy Southern slang. An interjection. Often used as an expression of surprise for large quantities of something, or severity of something. See yessum.”Boy howdy! Them pumpkins sure are big! How’re we gonna carry ’em all, Ms. McGregor?” “Boy Howdy” was the favorite expression of Lee Majors as Heath on “Big Valley.” (via Urban Dictionary.)
(First link not so safe for work; second link to the rest of the lyrics. Apparently, my namesake is part of a serial killer team.) O DEANNAO Deanna!O DEANNASweet Deanna!O DEANNAYou know you are my friend, yeahO DEANNAAnd I ain’t down here for your moneyI ain’t down here for your loveI ain’t down here for
I discovered that most of the people in my office have no idea who Arlo Guthrie is, and when I sang the chorus of Alice’s Restaurant, looked blank. I’m not a huge Arlo Guthrie fan or anything, but dang. Woodie Guthrie? Don’t make me laugh…now is not the time to be singing This land is
