Almost Blue

Two songs stood out: "Indoor Fireworks" and "Red Dirt Girl." We are sad to have been present for an excellent concert that we missed. (Ravinia on the lawn is no way to see or hear an artist.)

Looks like fun

"Reason for leaving last job: The owner gave new meaning to the word 'paranoia.' I prefer to elaborate privately."

Golf on Duff

Okay, what do you think of this?

The object is to state the main plot of the episode introduced. The introduction begins with one player's descripiton of the opening scene. The rest of the players then have the opportunity to come up with the plot description. The scenes are then described in order until one of the other players comes up with the plot. The players are given an adequate amount of time after each scene description to come up with the plot description. Judgement as to whether or not the given plot descripiton is correct can be a group decision. One point is accrued for each scene description needed, and five points deducted for a correct guess. The player with the least amount of points after a given number of rounds wins. A round can be when each player has had a shot at an introduction, just one introduction and solution, just one introduction, or when the players just want to quit.

Clearly, the player introducing an episode must know it well enough to describe its scenes in sequence. The more detailed and colorful the descriptions, the better. This should be part of the fun. Yeah, that's right, I said fun, dammit!

They just aren't even pretending anymore

Really nothing to add

Emergency Info. in Mobile Telephone

Under "ICE" (for "in case of emergency") in your cell phone numbers list, save the telephone number of the person you want emergency personnel to call if they come upon you in a drunken stupor. That way, you won't necessarily be hauled off to jail (unless you give them Daddy's number; he'll encourage them take you).

"Heaven Can Wait" No""Homo Innuendo"" Proven

Heaven Can Wait, No Homo Innuendo Proven

Despite a puzzling inquiring telephone call before Saturday night's excellent performance, the brave actors and intrepid behind-the-scenes participants in the second public showing of Kudzu Productions' Heaven Can Wait soldiered on undeterred. This reviewer, long familiar with the mindset of folks who make such inquiries, aware of their "common" (in at least two senses. Agatha) lack of familiarity with the American canon and possibly closely related to one of their ilk, couldn't help chuckling inwardly when Murray Sarkin, as Max Levine the fight manager, actually touched--quelle horror-- Joe, aka Farnsworth,(Greg Fitzgerald). Your dutifully vigilant reviewer listened intently for gasps or more vehement exhibitions of shock, but unable to detect any over the ribald roars of raucous laughter, assumes the homophobe caller either, 1. Stayed home reading Harlequins or 2. didn't find the male touching unacceptable and went home thinking maybe "that weird stuff" wasn't so bad after all.
Seriously, Heaven Can Wait is a good show, a fine evening's entertainment, and well worth the fifty bucks--or whatever.
Especially notable was Bob Smith as the smarmy, slightly slimey, albeit incredibly charming and handsome Tony Abbott. One was reminded of various Cary Grant/Tony Randall/David Niven performances.
Everybody else in the cast done good too.
Kudos to Kristen Smith who served as Stage Manager/Production Assistant and coordinated lighting and sound with admirable aplomb. Without her expertise, the show would have lacked a certain amount of atmosphere and cohesion.
The show will run through August 20, every Friday & Saturday night. Some Thursdays and one Sunday matinee. Inquire at box office for times and prices.-30-

"I did not have sexual relations with those two...

...not three times!"

Blair saying bye two Rove n' Bush. And by Rove n' Bush I mean a big ol' pair of turds.

Problem with adding comments?

Is anyone else having a problem with comments not showing up on the page? I added a comment under koALa's most recent untitled diatribe (j/k), which would be the second comment under the post. However, it isn't showing up on my page, even after refreshing the browser. Here's the wierd part: If I go in to add a comment to that thread, my previously entered comment shows up on the left side as having been entered.

Is my comment visible to anyone else? (It describes some side effects to the current experimental script that Pert is using.)

koALa & Pert's plans for the future incompass:

Selling the Indy house.
Paying off Mayo, Jacksonvlle. (They did not accept Medicare assignment.)
Paying off all other debts.
Having walk-in shower installed for Pert.

Then we will have no mortgage, car, furniture, medical or other debts.
All the big medical expense has taken place already and should be minimal in future.
We can live just fine on our incomes from P's pension, P's Social Security and my Social Security.

There will be Home Health Care available, paid by Medicare, I think, if we need it.
If we become destitute, there is always Medicaid.

Please relax your minds and don't worry. We are happy and day to day living is good.

All those jokes about the double wides were just that; jokes. (Is that the correct use of a ;?)
I wouldn't wish rural living on you guys, although there are lots of good things about it for us.
All that said, I still promise to call David to come live with us if it becomes necessary. You are all wonderful people and we are grateful for you, born kids, in-law kids, grandkids.

More for Tommy

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Bette Logan!

For anyone that cares, but does not yet know, I'll be in "Heaven Can Wait" at a local (Roswell, GA) theater, Kudzu Playhouse, beginning this weekend. The show runs every Friday and Saturday night at 8:00 for six weeks (through August 20) . There is also a Sunday matinee on August 7th, and Thursday evening shows on August 11th and 18th. More information is available here. Tickets can be reserved via email or phone. I'm not sure how necessary reservations are, but the last Saturday night show that I saw there was nearly sold out.

I really get to be an EvaDewer, in that I play Tony, the murderous personal assistant to the millionaire that Joe Pendleton inhabits.

Thanks to (y´)all

It was a stone groove y´all! Da movies was fly, the poontang boat ruled--with and without anchor, the rafting was fun, the fireworks excellent, the cabin perfect. Thanks to all who made it happen, it was great to see all of you.

Mister Cranky on Batman Begins

He pretty much agrees with OML here.

What's the difference between Iraq and Vietnam?

Bush had a plan to get out of Vietnam.

PertoALapallooza 2005 - The Misadventure Begins

"I invited them? I thought you invited them!"



First things first: Here is a reposting of directions to the cabin for this year's festivities.

Address:
The cabin: A Fisherman's Retreat
650 Blackberry Drive
Mineral Bluff, GA 30559
706-374-7740 (There is some confusion on this number. It may not be right, if memory serves.)

For the visually oriented:
Map of Blackberry Drive, Mineral Bluff

Directions
From Loving Road/76, leaving from Pertoalaville:

1. Turn right off of Loving Road onto 76
2. Go to the intersection of 515/60. Turn right (North) onto Hwy 60 (Lakewood Highway).
3. Go 1.8 miles to Railroad Avenue, turn left.
4. Go .3 miles to Mountain River Road, turn right. You will go across a wooden bridge. Stay on the main paved road for about .5 mile to Blackberry Drive, and turn right.
5. Go .6 mile to the dead end. There is a gate. Open the gate and continue to the cabin. There is a Tica Cabin Rental sign at the driveway.

From Atlanta International Airport and Gun Show:

1. Go North on the I-75 N/I-85 N entry ramp out of Atlanta, through Marietta
2. Continue on I-75 N toward Marietta/Chattanooga - go 18 miles
3. Take the I-575 N exit 268 to Canton - go 31 miles

• becomes GA-5 N/GA-515 N - go 15 miles
• becomes Zell Miller Mountain Pky - go 10 miles
• becomes US-76 E - go 16 miles
• Total mileage on this road: ~62 miles
  

1. Turn left on US-60 (Lakewood Highway)
2. Follow directions from #3 above

Tentative schedule, Non-Sequitur South:
Friday, July 1
1:05 - OML arrives at Delta International Air Emporium, takes train to Doraville, is picked up by The EvaDewer or his minions.
?:00 - KOF arrives at same, is picked up directly from airport. KOF is special, hence the moniker.

Saturday, July 2
AEAICP (As Early As Is Conveniently Possible, koALa) - The Nor-X contingency, with Berliner and Chicagoan in tow, will travel up to Pertoalaville, then head to the cabin in the afternoon. If the drill is the same as last year, we'll run over to the rental agency during the day (@3:00) on Saturday the 2nd to pick up the keys, and drive over from there.

Saturday, July 2 - Thursday, July 7
Naked, unbridled revelry

Thursday, July 7
JJG arrives in Hotberg, drives up, getting lost many times on the way. Note to JJG - Get "official" number of telephone at cabin before leaving the home of Dick Butkus, so that you may be safely guided in by one of our trained chimps.


















Note: Not all pictured family members will necessarily be represented; lineup and schedule subject to change based on availability, desire, and the amount of alcohol and/or coffee available. All ticket purchases, airline reservations, and other plans are final, and may not be refunded. Show is rain or shine, and buyer assumes all risk of bodily, emotional, and spiritual damage during water excursions, pyrotechnic activities, and red-meat-laden meals.

Your Friday moment of Zen

Nobody fucks with the Jesus!

Baseball for the Mature Adult

I have confirmed an embarrassing truth about myself: I'm a trashy, trashy girl. JoJo and I just came home from a dugout-clearing baseball-field melee (JoJo says it was a donnybrook), and I led the fans onto the field. In my defense, I only ran out there to save Chris, who, at that moment, was surrounded by opposing-team players. He had just taken the first punch, was jumped by three opposing players, with two more players heading in. Lucky for him and for me, his best friend Matt came cruising into it all, knocking over one of them like Terry Tate in that video that's going around. For a short time there it was JoJo and Matt against six players. Then it was everybody against everybody. I've never seen anything like it, although it was reminiscent of little league. JoJo is okay, but a couple of our players left the field with bloody noses. Well, one of them left with a bloody nose because of an accident earlier in the game, having been hit in the face with a ball off of a bat (I took him to the hospital), but that's another story.

I had no idea how dangerous this sport could be.

Another Cherry Popped

And then there were two.

T3 demolished the Windstar this afternoon when he sideswiped another car while pulling out onto Beaver Ruin Road. He is fine except for some small cuts on his left arm from the airbag deployment. Moby is a junkyard whale now. The other vehicle, a Mercury Mountaineer, suffered a dented and now inoperable passenger's side door.

Agatha and I were still back at the car wash, where we had taken all three cars to clean them up. I was vacuuming my car out when car wash dude came over and asked if the white van was mine, and told me it had been in an accident. I knew immediately what intersection it happened at (it was just a parking lot away from where I was, but not visible to me from there). That was the fastest, but longest, 100 yards I've ever run. I can't tell you how I felt when I saw T3 standing outside the van, apparently uninjured. It's a bit corny to say that I couldn't hope for a better Father's Day present than that, but, all else considered, nothing could compare.

Two cops, a fire engine, and two tow-trucks later (The other driver wasn't carrying his driver's license, so they towed his car, which was drivable, back to his house. I paid the tow truck driver, feeling bad enough that the other guy's week had already been fucked up through no fault of his own.), we (the family) licked our wounds, went home and initiated the insurance dance. I'll follow up on how that goes, because I know you're all *very* interested.

Conversations from my local video rental store

Conversations from my local video rental store.
The clerk, a lovely young local woman, is studying a large book and complaining to another customer: "I haven't had any of this stuff since high school and I'm certainly not going to need any of it in the field I'm going for my master's in."
Customer: "Well, Florida has pretty strict standards."
Clerk: "These eleven letter words and complicated math problems are so ridiculous, I flunked the entrance test once already."
Me: "What are you going for your master's in?"
Clerk: "Secondary education, I'm not dumb, I graduated from Emory University with a 3.5 average. And Emory's a good school."
Me, slightly taken aback: "Well, Honey, if you are going to teach, you never know what you might need to know. I'm sure it will come in handy later."
Clerk: "This complicated math and stuff is ridiculous!"
Me: "Well, good luck next time you take the test."
Clerk: "Oh, I'm not worried. God's going to be with me next time. He'll take care of me and help me through it.?

If we're lucky, this girl will be teaching our children's children someday.