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1. Dog gone! Easter Sunday she left at noon to visit friends, returned at dusk. Monday she left after her and P's morning walk and returned after dark. We sort of knew she would leave soon after that. Tuesday morning she was gone when P got up, we assume for good. We think she decided to go back to her family of origin. I was a nice, mysterious, exhilirating, comforting, peaceful interlude and we will remember it fondly, knowing she is spreading her healing presence elsewhere.
2.On Sat. P goes to NorX to attend the Bell South Classic, (final round on Sunday), with Eva, using tix acquired by Agatha.
3. K leaves today to go to Indy to get Mel for spring break and is not sure if they will return to GA. immediately, the attraction to GA. no doubt will have diminished when said girl discovers absence of previously mentioned dog, which she anticipated with unabated eager anticipation.
Perhaps a road trip. K will consult Mel and Gock, and see.
4. K has recieved an e-mail from Baylor, saying they have mailed initial papers for a study they are doing on ataxia. We plan to enroll P.
5. P is visiting Darrell and "some woman he brought with him" at Granny's and then will take Glenna to doctor.
6. Daylight savings time starts here Sunday morning, and 8 days later, P sees the cardiologist. Yeah!
7.Petition your higher powers for lovely warm sunny weather next week, for my spring break with a friend.
I'm out the door.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
A good walk unspoiled
Pert and I are headed to the final round of the BellSouth Classic on Sunday. We've gone the last couple of years, and it's always a good time. We typically wander the fairways for a little while, then meander over to the stands at 18 and camp there, watching each of the groups come in for the rest of the day, and wondering what causes the irrational devotion folks seem to have to Phil Mickelson.
Jealous? Well, you should be, damnit.
Jealous? Well, you should be, damnit.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Have a heart attack...your way
Things like this make me proud to be an Amerkin. I wonder if you can get chili on it, if you ask nicely. Check the "Nutritional Information" under "more details", if you have the stomach for it.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
In Praise of the King of Fools
The top ten reasons why KOF´s wish for peace won´t be fulfilled. Here we go:
10) Failing to blind copy a message is a sin. Moreover, by revealing the recipients, it makes my decision to post this entry an understandable, though perhaps unwanted alternative to “reply to all”.
9) Technically, one can´t pray to girl saints; at least not with the boy saints´ blessings.
8) The motivation to send the message—not unlike mine, that is, before I went over the five-minute deadline trying to decide whether of not I could just send it to the same people—was one long built on Pascal`s wager (paranoia).
7) The stars will never be aligned properly for such madness.
6) If God had meant for world peace, He wouldn’t have written such a controversial book.
5) Who says the world isn`t peaceful already? Naysayers, that’s who!!
4) Like most people, KOF probably missed the part about not deleting the message. I´m pretty sure it means, "never delete it," and not just, "don`t delete it before sending it." I see this as an intentionally, dirty trick.
3) The Homeland Security Act precludes it.
2) The originator didn’t say, “Simon says,” and KOF didn’t say, “Mother, may I?”
1) KOF deserves a hell of a lot better than world peace!!!
10) Failing to blind copy a message is a sin. Moreover, by revealing the recipients, it makes my decision to post this entry an understandable, though perhaps unwanted alternative to “reply to all”.
9) Technically, one can´t pray to girl saints; at least not with the boy saints´ blessings.
8) The motivation to send the message—not unlike mine, that is, before I went over the five-minute deadline trying to decide whether of not I could just send it to the same people—was one long built on Pascal`s wager (paranoia).
7) The stars will never be aligned properly for such madness.
6) If God had meant for world peace, He wouldn’t have written such a controversial book.
5) Who says the world isn`t peaceful already? Naysayers, that’s who!!
4) Like most people, KOF probably missed the part about not deleting the message. I´m pretty sure it means, "never delete it," and not just, "don`t delete it before sending it." I see this as an intentionally, dirty trick.
3) The Homeland Security Act precludes it.
2) The originator didn’t say, “Simon says,” and KOF didn’t say, “Mother, may I?”
1) KOF deserves a hell of a lot better than world peace!!!
See this Slate article. Pretty funny.
"Important Changes to Your Citizenship Agreement
Please read and retain for your records."
By Evan Eisenberg
Posted Friday, March 25, 2005, at 4:19 AM PT
Please read and retain for your records."
By Evan Eisenberg
Posted Friday, March 25, 2005, at 4:19 AM PT
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Connected
Well, I´m surfing with the radiowaves finally, though I had to go down the street to do it. I´m sitting in Boxhagenerplatz. Imagine Central Park scaled down to the size of a football field. I still haven´t connected to the network to which I intended, but I recieve it´s signal.
Perhaps one of the boys could recommend a good antenna? Then maybe I could keep my lazy ass at home. What kind of range do they have, and how does one go about connecting and mounting them?
Perhaps one of the boys could recommend a good antenna? Then maybe I could keep my lazy ass at home. What kind of range do they have, and how does one go about connecting and mounting them?
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Terri's "Supporters"?
Why is it that every picture of a group of lunatics fighting desperately to keep Terri Schiavo out of heaven, they're described as Terri Schiavo supporters?
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Arianna Hates Freedom
Sorry, I don't mean to keep posting things of a political nature. God I wish California had elected this woman!!!!
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Trixie, Dixie, and Bill Bixby
We now have six animals: a set of pets comprising three cats and three dogs, three females and three males, two black animals and two speckled/spotted animals, and two animals of light white or orange color--not totalling eighteen as this list indicates; I don't know how to list these variants. Our newest pet is a male kitten with thumbs. He is sweet, soft, cuddly, gentle, and shy, and the dogs love him (and he seems perfectly happy with them). The two cats, so far, are pretending he doesn't exist. (It's only been several hours since we brought him home.)
Because of his extra two digits (one thumb on each front paw), our dog walker named him "Mr. Mittens"--and he really has paws that look like mittens. I wanted to name him "Pixie," but my male spouse thought the name to be too feminine. Please, too feminine for what? Anyway, chanting in the car to amuse myself, after arguing about biases, sexism, irrelevancy, and the feline psychology as impacted by self-image, I came up with the phrase, "Allow me to introduce you to our three cats, Trixie, Dixie, and Bill Bixby." It seems so perfect, as long as everyone understands that his name is neither "Bill" nor "Mr. Bixby," but "Bill Bixby" (kind of how it's not "Alice," but "Alice Lee").
Because of his extra two digits (one thumb on each front paw), our dog walker named him "Mr. Mittens"--and he really has paws that look like mittens. I wanted to name him "Pixie," but my male spouse thought the name to be too feminine. Please, too feminine for what? Anyway, chanting in the car to amuse myself, after arguing about biases, sexism, irrelevancy, and the feline psychology as impacted by self-image, I came up with the phrase, "Allow me to introduce you to our three cats, Trixie, Dixie, and Bill Bixby." It seems so perfect, as long as everyone understands that his name is neither "Bill" nor "Mr. Bixby," but "Bill Bixby" (kind of how it's not "Alice," but "Alice Lee").
The Wolves Watch the Money
I guess most of you know that I´m the most likely in the family to believe in aliens and conspiracies and the like. Maybe it´s my need to find a greater meaning, to compensate for my ever unfocused changing of "careers".
Substituting one Wolf for another at "The Bank of the World" has me so giddy with excitement, that I´ve forgotten to get the slightest bit upset about it. Regarding the fact that it´ll get him out of the DOD however, I must assert that there are always more like him, or yes, even worse.
Substituting one Wolf for another at "The Bank of the World" has me so giddy with excitement, that I´ve forgotten to get the slightest bit upset about it. Regarding the fact that it´ll get him out of the DOD however, I must assert that there are always more like him, or yes, even worse.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
NEWS FROM AROUND THE SMITH'S
Cloe already spayed. I'm having trouble burning DVDs and finding files. P's cardio appt. was moved to April 11. Seems they didn't know March 25 was Good Friday when they made the appointment in the first place. I seeth, to no avail, and missed my dentist appt. today, thinking it was tomorrow. Nuts. Ever have one o them days? Still haven't heard from the Baylor Study group. Nor from, oh crap................................
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Eva Rocks in "No Time For Sergeants"
Some of you may remember Andy Griffith in the classic by Ira Levin, "No Time For Sargeants." Last weekend our own Eva Dewer Dazzler killed in four different roles in said play.
As Inductee, he was tall, dark, handsome, and laconic, the epitome of a dangerous, lady killer, cowboy. (The woman sitting beside me nearly melted to the floor upon his first appearance.
As the Testing Corporal (the Don Knotts character, you may recall) Eva was a mass of jittery, fingertapping nerves as he tested Will Stockdale's dexterity at magic rings. No one who has heard Eva speak in his normal manly voice would believe him capable of the strident, tightly strung, all around bundle of nerves we were fortunate to see Saturday night. One had to see it to appreciate it.
As the inspecting Colonel he put the fear of God into Will, St. King, and a full house--overflowing actually--audience of theatergoers.
In this reviewer's opinion, though, Eva's rendition of the navigator, Col. Cover, was the piece de resistance. His back to the audience, he worked his direction-tracking-and-- calculating-apparatus masterfully, muttering, puzzling, insisting that what the plane was flying over, although it looked looked to the rest of the flight crew amazingly like dry land, was actually the middle of the Gulf of Mexico. And he waved the Atlas to show it was true.
The time (2 hours) flew by as the rapid-paced comedy garnered one belly laugh after another.
At ten bucks for old people and students and twelve for normal adults, this show is a bargain you really must see. The perfect hectic, hilarious, howler to usher in spring in Atlanta.
This reviewer's poor skills are unable to do justice to these barrier breaking performances; suffice it to say that this geriatric pair will make the 3 hour trip again next Saturday to see the closing night performance.
We may never again be so lucky as to be in on the birth of what must surely become a cult classic amongst the cognescenti. 30 BB
As Inductee, he was tall, dark, handsome, and laconic, the epitome of a dangerous, lady killer, cowboy. (The woman sitting beside me nearly melted to the floor upon his first appearance.
As the Testing Corporal (the Don Knotts character, you may recall) Eva was a mass of jittery, fingertapping nerves as he tested Will Stockdale's dexterity at magic rings. No one who has heard Eva speak in his normal manly voice would believe him capable of the strident, tightly strung, all around bundle of nerves we were fortunate to see Saturday night. One had to see it to appreciate it.
As the inspecting Colonel he put the fear of God into Will, St. King, and a full house--overflowing actually--audience of theatergoers.
In this reviewer's opinion, though, Eva's rendition of the navigator, Col. Cover, was the piece de resistance. His back to the audience, he worked his direction-tracking-and-- calculating-apparatus masterfully, muttering, puzzling, insisting that what the plane was flying over, although it looked looked to the rest of the flight crew amazingly like dry land, was actually the middle of the Gulf of Mexico. And he waved the Atlas to show it was true.
The time (2 hours) flew by as the rapid-paced comedy garnered one belly laugh after another.
At ten bucks for old people and students and twelve for normal adults, this show is a bargain you really must see. The perfect hectic, hilarious, howler to usher in spring in Atlanta.
This reviewer's poor skills are unable to do justice to these barrier breaking performances; suffice it to say that this geriatric pair will make the 3 hour trip again next Saturday to see the closing night performance.
We may never again be so lucky as to be in on the birth of what must surely become a cult classic amongst the cognescenti. 30 BB
Thursday, March 03, 2005
"Angel Unaware" Dog from outta nowhere
I got to this post site by clicking "New post from Evadewer" and logging in with my own name & password.
The spirit of the universe, aka, fate, fortune, whatever, has sent us a dog. She showed up a couple days ago and started sleeping on my chaise on the upstairs deck. She's been dogging my heels ever since. She looks like "Cleo" or if that is unfamiliar, like a Thurber dog. Black & white & tan beagle, I think. Pert got her some food and a dish and I sacrificed the cushion from my chaise--put it on the porch outside the glass sliding doors. Pert moved the gate from the backporch to the bottom of my stairs and we are trying to transfer her attachment to Pert. Right now he has lured her on a walk to the creek with garlic baloney.
She seems so familiar, she must(might)(could be) or not be a reincarnation of somebody I knew, and I feel like we are supposed to keep her. Perhaps for Pert. Grasping! Straws! Stupidity! Maybe she is Hunter come to keep me company.
Not the dog in question
The spirit of the universe, aka, fate, fortune, whatever, has sent us a dog. She showed up a couple days ago and started sleeping on my chaise on the upstairs deck. She's been dogging my heels ever since. She looks like "Cleo" or if that is unfamiliar, like a Thurber dog. Black & white & tan beagle, I think. Pert got her some food and a dish and I sacrificed the cushion from my chaise--put it on the porch outside the glass sliding doors. Pert moved the gate from the backporch to the bottom of my stairs and we are trying to transfer her attachment to Pert. Right now he has lured her on a walk to the creek with garlic baloney.
She seems so familiar, she must(might)(could be) or not be a reincarnation of somebody I knew, and I feel like we are supposed to keep her. Perhaps for Pert. Grasping! Straws! Stupidity! Maybe she is Hunter come to keep me company.
Not the dog in question
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