Monday, January 10, 2011

Random pics from outing on January afternoon with Goat


Dog driving car.


In your entire life you will know no joy equal to that of pointing to a pile of unspeakable brown gristle in a butcher case and uttering the words "Gimme a pound of your smoked neck," to a man in a bloody white apron.


Looking two days beyond the Ides of March.


Your humble hostess's greatest temptation: salty European licorice.


Steve's Gyros.


Goat eating gyro of Steve.


COOL new Penzeys Spice store in beautiful old bank building.


The second naked goat I saw today (no comment on the first).

Life. Is. Good.

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Sunday, January 09, 2011

Sad

Sad is an overused word and it will surely be overused today, but my heart is so heavy over this terrible tragedy in Arizona, I'm afraid I'm out of clever words and bonhomie. I am just so sad.

Let this innocent blood fuel the desire to restore our unity instead of fueling the venom that feeds our vitriol. Everyone please try to build a bridge today. Kiss the babies. Lock up the guns.

Godspeed to the Arizona shooting victims and their families.

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Thursday, January 06, 2011

IT IS OK TO FLUSH THE TOILET AFTER USE.

During a visit for a routine examination, your humble hostess recorded the following important documentation at the Cleveland Clinic's Independence Family Health Center, where she did not encounter any families or independence, but she did encounter a number of informative signs.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

Why didn't the "THANK YOU" in this sign garner a period while the "THANK YOU" in the previous sign did?

Bonus points for the underlining.

You seem awfully excited about this news!

And don't worry--ain't no way I'm opening that mutha.

Is this the hand sanitizer I'm supposed to use? Help.

Okay, but frankly, I don't even remember going on a date with him.

Not that it matters at this point, but can you please explain why you didn't capitalize "you" or "are?"

Apparently, this topic has you so flustered that it has erased your ability to punctuate or decide on whether or not to use all caps.

THE O'BRIEN DID NOT DUMP A BEVERAGE OF ANY KIND INTO THE SINK. YOU ARE GREATLY WELCOME.

Well thank God. I never would have noticed the 72 point font if you hadn't highlighted it.

No thanks. I'll just read the signs again.

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Sunday, January 02, 2011

A step-by-step guide on how to use your spouse as a personal heater

1. Walk the earth for a while a-lookin' for a mate. Pick you a good, thick, hairy one with lotsa sap.

2. Throw him/her in the bed and make sure they heat up real good under the covers.

3. Get hitched.

4. Lead 'em on for a while, telling 'em you're going to work at your high-paying job for a long time and bring in plenty of cash.

5. Quit the job. (tee-hee!)

6. Take up the thankless low-pay hobby of writing.

7. Even after it is apparent that the writing will frustrate the hell out of you, pay you next to nothing and make you half crazy, keep doing it.

8. Despite the fact that you have no real job to speak of (and your spouse works all day), do no cooking, cleaning or chores while your spouse is at work. Instead, just keep writing tons of useless crap!

9. Allow the writing to become so important in your mind that it starts to wake you up at night.

10. Allow the writing to become so important in your mind that it starts to keep you up at night.

11. Allow the useless writing to become so important in your mind that you get up out of your soft comfortable warm bed in the middle of the night to go write it all down, effectively abandoning sleeping spouse.

12. Pay no attention to the fact that the house is heated to just 52 degrees between 10 p.m. and 7 a.m. because you quit your real job and have no money to speak of. Just keep writing!

13. Allow your body to freeze solid while you idiotically type away, digits spider-like before the ghostly glow of your computer screen.

14. As the minutes of the wee morning tick away, take note of the creeping urge to sleep as it eventually increases and threatens to overcome your need to continue writing useless crap.

15. Turn off computer when the toothpicks that are propping your eyelids open snap in two and surface temperature of flesh is at or below the ambient temperature of 52 degrees.

16. Creep with stealth back into bedroom where warm, furry spouse is sleeping blissfully.

17. Smirk.

18. Crawl beneath covers, spending no time on your side of the bed, but instead moving directly to spouse's side of the bed.

19. While imagining you are a multi-legged sea creature surfacing from the murky-depths, completely insinuate your frozen self around toasty spouse.*


*Spouse usually wakes at this juncture in the procedure.

20. Take good care to find warmest places on spouse and, in those places, nuzzle coldest parts of self.

21. Purr.

22. Ask spouse, "Was it worth it?"

23. Interpret his/her angry grumbled response in any self-authored, self-serving delusional way you see fit.