A pocket history of the Queen's Tears.
I'm making the drink of science (with thomas dolby reverb) my war cry.
8.07.2007
bevmo update
They may be the ass and they may carry dick, and that dick may be expensive & reek of the homunculus's taint as outlined by the brother in law last week....but they do sport an impressively stuffed codpiece of gin.
You can imagine what a powerful lure this is for a man who scorns all lesser forms of alcohol.
I fear I must investigate further.
while on the topic of gin, let us revisit a post from yesteryear.
As true now as the day it was written.
one slight tweak:
Unless I'm using 'the good stuff' I like a lot of citrus.
A full 1/8th of a lime is recommended when using sub-premium gins.
You can imagine what a powerful lure this is for a man who scorns all lesser forms of alcohol.
I fear I must investigate further.
while on the topic of gin, let us revisit a post from yesteryear.
As true now as the day it was written.
one slight tweak:
Unless I'm using 'the good stuff' I like a lot of citrus.
A full 1/8th of a lime is recommended when using sub-premium gins.
thoughts
There's either two sane guys checking out the sale cart, or one crazy one.
/edit
one crazy guy.
I R Ceiling Cat
35% Affectionate, 33% Excitable, 46% Hungry
You are a master of stealth. They never see you coming. But you always see them coming. HEY-O!
Eerily accurate, as such things go.
Which LOLcat are you?
8.06.2007
Books of the Day
Hound-Dog Man by Fred Gipson
&
Lament for Four Virgins by Lael Tucker
quoth the Montgomery Advertiser (which deserves a gold medal for Truth in Newspaper Naming).
/edit
late contender:
A Rogue for Christmas by Kate Huntington
(just in case you were in doubt about the meaning of package)
The story of a foot-loose woodsman, and a boy who found glory when a bugle-tongued pup found him
&
Lament for Four Virgins by Lael Tucker
"...a DARING NOVEL OF A SMALL SOUTHERN TOWN...an exceedingly frank story that in some situations leaves nothing to the imagination."
quoth the Montgomery Advertiser (which deserves a gold medal for Truth in Newspaper Naming).
/edit
late contender:
A Rogue for Christmas by Kate Huntington
Sometimes the holiday's best gifts come in unexpected packages...
(just in case you were in doubt about the meaning of package)
dinner with the niece
Last night saw the return of a game I thought she'd totally forgotten, roll across the bed and get stuck so I can save you. It was an endless fascination when she was about 2 1/2.
I thought she'd forgotten it like an even earlier classic, sit in the recliner while I push the footrest up and down for 20 minutes. That one eventually accumulated so much baroque filigree (push down the footrest, climb over my lap onto the back of the chair, pretend it was the beach and jump into the 'water', swim around to the couch/desert island & rescue the starfish princess) it collapsed under it's own weight and fell out of the rotation.
She would always introduce the subject by asking if you wanted to hear a secret, then leaning over, cupping her hand around her mouth and whispering "I roll you and you get stuck!"
She's still a little shaky on the whole 'secret' thing.
She'll confide secrets like "how about you get me some ice cream!" and "let's go to the big cafe!"
After the rolling she improvised another one that had us howling.
The wife was reading her a book, but the Fiend kept demanding that we look at her yoga postures, which were accompanied by insane faces and protrusions of the tongue.
So we'd laugh, and she'd immediately demand "keep reading!"
After a couple of minutes, she'd say "ok look at me!" and kill us again with some new pose/face combination.
As usual with her games, the pace increased as she got more comfortable with it.
Eventually she reached the tempo "keep reading OK look at me! keep reading OK look at me! keep reading OK look at me!"
When we'd finally been reduced to writhing on the bed like beached fish gasping for air, she stood up, put her hands on her hips and administered her coup de grace; declaring
"That's what I'm talkin' about!"
I think I pulled something in my ribcage.
I thought she'd forgotten it like an even earlier classic, sit in the recliner while I push the footrest up and down for 20 minutes. That one eventually accumulated so much baroque filigree (push down the footrest, climb over my lap onto the back of the chair, pretend it was the beach and jump into the 'water', swim around to the couch/desert island & rescue the starfish princess) it collapsed under it's own weight and fell out of the rotation.
She would always introduce the subject by asking if you wanted to hear a secret, then leaning over, cupping her hand around her mouth and whispering "I roll you and you get stuck!"
She's still a little shaky on the whole 'secret' thing.
She'll confide secrets like "how about you get me some ice cream!" and "let's go to the big cafe!"
After the rolling she improvised another one that had us howling.
The wife was reading her a book, but the Fiend kept demanding that we look at her yoga postures, which were accompanied by insane faces and protrusions of the tongue.
So we'd laugh, and she'd immediately demand "keep reading!"
After a couple of minutes, she'd say "ok look at me!" and kill us again with some new pose/face combination.
As usual with her games, the pace increased as she got more comfortable with it.
Eventually she reached the tempo "keep reading OK look at me! keep reading OK look at me! keep reading OK look at me!"
When we'd finally been reduced to writhing on the bed like beached fish gasping for air, she stood up, put her hands on her hips and administered her coup de grace; declaring
"That's what I'm talkin' about!"
I think I pulled something in my ribcage.
8.05.2007
welcome to the mOOn
Through an odd set of coincidences I've run across several members of my original e-posse, the regulars of the prehistorically & preternaturally brilliant Dark Side of the mOOn BBS*.
A hearty Baxblog welcome to Mal, Twain, Gern, Bos, Rosty, Moorlock & whoever else drifts through the pourous, Rothko-esque border between LJ and Blogger.
*for our younger readers
BBS's are how neanderthals got on-line before Al Gore invented the internet
A hearty Baxblog welcome to Mal, Twain, Gern, Bos, Rosty, Moorlock & whoever else drifts through the pourous, Rothko-esque border between LJ and Blogger.
*for our younger readers
BBS's are how neanderthals got on-line before Al Gore invented the internet
MULE LIBRARY
clicky clicky.
Nice!
....these mules are rather special.
They are known as bibliomulas (book mules) and they are helping to spread the benefits of reading to people who are isolated from much of the world around them.
Nice!
8.04.2007
exchange rates
I can tell the dollar is in the toilet because today's endless parade of tourists from the UK are are throwing cash around like confetti at a victory parade.
A stately older gentleman inquired about the price of a title on the Arts & Crafts movement in California & replied to my answer with "eminently reasonable...I'll take that one.".
Which is a far cry from the usual run of customer interactions, po-faced ejaculations like is this a library? and that perennial classic where's the nonfiction section!?
Also, it's an excellent excuse to pimp Black Books, the greatest comedy series of all time (and not just because it stars a misanthropic used book dealer).
A stately older gentleman inquired about the price of a title on the Arts & Crafts movement in California & replied to my answer with "eminently reasonable...I'll take that one.".
Which is a far cry from the usual run of customer interactions, po-faced ejaculations like is this a library? and that perennial classic where's the nonfiction section!?
Also, it's an excellent excuse to pimp Black Books, the greatest comedy series of all time (and not just because it stars a misanthropic used book dealer).
high tech marital stress
clicky clicky.
Avoiding all this nonsense is one upside of marrying a confirmed Luddite.
Although she has started checking her email regularly....hmmmmm.
Avoiding all this nonsense is one upside of marrying a confirmed Luddite.
Although she has started checking her email regularly....hmmmmm.
8.03.2007
Bust
A few years back brother in law spotted a world famous sculptor of miniatures at the bookstore and struck up a conversation.
Cut to the present, and see where it lead..
(lead..get it? awww, never mind.)
Cut to the present, and see where it lead..
(lead..get it? awww, never mind.)
8.02.2007
8.01.2007
DRIVE IN MOVIE
Saw Transformers at the drive in.
Pretty good, thanks mainly to a spot-on script that played off the tension between the overheated on-screen seriousness & the film's ridiculous premise very well. It also had excellent dialog, which goes a long way in a silly action movie.
Watched a little less than half of the second feature Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix. Overheated claptrap with none of the charm of the first few installments- I started falling asleep & we went home.
But it gives me the opportunity to mention Devra & Tina seeing Daniel Radcliffe's w33n in a London production of Equus.
Woah, Nellie!
Pretty good, thanks mainly to a spot-on script that played off the tension between the overheated on-screen seriousness & the film's ridiculous premise very well. It also had excellent dialog, which goes a long way in a silly action movie.
Watched a little less than half of the second feature Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix. Overheated claptrap with none of the charm of the first few installments- I started falling asleep & we went home.
But it gives me the opportunity to mention Devra & Tina seeing Daniel Radcliffe's w33n in a London production of Equus.
Woah, Nellie!
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