First, the post:
Large puter angle – $15
14 inches high
9 inches wide
Now, before I show you the pictures, what do you think this is? Take a guess, then click through…
Did you guess this?
Me too!
But it’s this:
Boor-ing! I liked mine better.
Thanks for the post, Julie!
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You were close, Dan, but the ad was for a LARGE puter angle. 30 degrees is a small puter angle.
Well, Lou, in all fairness you do know what they say about a man’s inability to accurately gauge size don’t you?
*line…crossed*
Men have no qualms about using CatMath when it plays to their advantage.
I think they try to use Large CatMath in that case.
Gighugic even!
Oh…they definitely know how to use the Small CatMath when they need to Meredith.
“Dishes? There are only 2 plates [when there are 9] in the sink, so it can wait.”
I agree and I see why all the guys are hiding today. Having to explain how 5 = 9 without using catmath is a little hard (no pun intended …. it just came up).
Lou, to be fair to Dan, I thought it was a cute puter angle…
*thows doors, too many to list, at EB*
Aww, thanks 🙂 At least now I know it’s not a fake door, like the ones from Windrose :-p
I like fake doors… it’s easier to pretend to be a secret agent while picking the locks.
Real doors…jump out and bite you with no provocation.
*thinks it might be time to take a vacation from YSaC*
Okay, EB, I won’t adore you unless it’s really deserved.
Aww, don’t go! We’re just teasing 🙂
Windrose! Please, no!
No Windy, don’t leave!
Okay, vacation over! 8) Thanks guys. I don’t know why I am so emotional today. Could be the empty nest stuff hitting me for the first time. Just ignore me and we will resume our regularly scheduled snark!
We love you Windy. Never abandon us, please!
If the empty nest situation is the issue, we could all come over! 8)
We can bring a nacho fountain and a Lional Richie cheese head. They’re a little worse for wear after Bridgette’s party, but I’m sure an angry badger could fix them right up.
Nooooo! Oh the horror!!! I think I need CL rehab or detox or something. I knew what they were selling. I guessed right. I am being insparktrinated.
Please help. Please! It hurts!
Yeah, I figured it out easily enough too. Pretty scary.
How do we get “de-Sparked”????
Hi, my name is Windrose, and I have been insparktrinated.
Here at the CL 12 step program, the first step is to admit you have a problem.
The next 11 steps involve brain bleach, caffiene, and spontaneous haiku.
I think the CL 12 step program should have 10 steps OBO.
The 10-step program costs $14.99, or $2.50 per step if you use fewer than ten. The 12-step program is free.
I can get way more than ten steps on my obo. i can get, like eleventy or something.
IF, your obo goes all the way to eleventy?
I bet if he carbo-loaded and stayed hydrated, he could get it up to elebenty zillion.
He would probably have to take a nap afterwards, though.
1) Admit to your Sparkification problem
2) Begin rubberband therapy
3) Sneak out of house to meet with CL poster in secret
4) Admit failure and your problem again
5) Begin Electroshock Therapy
6) Talk to the Not.a.Lionel cheesehead
7) Research the CL ads for a matching set of bedazzled animals to keep the Cheesehead company when you’re not there.
8.) Admit failure and your problem again
9) Declare fashion emergency and run to nearest homeless shelter for supplies
10) Join the YSaC church and memorize the group prayer.
11) Post the lessons that you have learned on YSaC blog
12) Anxiously bite fingernails waiting to see if you’ve made it to the Don’t Suck box.
So… 12 steps, but those last 2 are just for show. Wait, didn’t we have this conversation before?
I can get over 48 steps.
“6 to 5” at 160.
Backwards.
With my Baritone.
Also, in our show this year we might end up having a French Horn (not a Mellophone) briefly on the field at the beginning of the Ballad, which is based mostly on Yosemite Autumn.
By the way, is it just me, or have all of the gravatars disappeared?
Ooo, I like haiku!
It must be spontaneous?
Oh, nevermind, then.
I knew what they meant too. I knew a guy in high school who was a big fan of Phantom of the Opera. He signed my yearbook “Sing, my angle of music!”
I also think my native language is seriously deteriorating since I officially became a Finnish citizen. I recently asked my fiance “how much hot is tomorrow?”.
Jackie! I had missed your avatar lately.
So, how much hot will it be?
I’m trying to learn Spanish and am frequently surrounded by Spanish speakers trying to learn English. Sometimes my English skills get a little … odd.
It’s called Spanglish Lola and unfortunately it won’t pass.
It’s not Spanglish … it’s all English, and all grammatically correct, but it’s what happens when you are used to thinking carefully about what you want to say in your non-native language, and then transfer the over-thinking to your native language. After I say stuff, I’m wondering … “That was right, wasn’t it?” It was, but it sounded weird.
Likewise the theme of the senior float in my last year of high school was “teen angle.” I think you can tell that the cheerleaders and jocks made the float because it was not related to anything in our decade, nor to any of our themes, and it was not about geometry.
So sadly, I knew what this ad was selling too.
I used to work with a grad student who used to mix his English with his Spanish.
When he offered me lunch burritos one day, I was infinitesimally grateful that I knew what the word tripas meant.
I responded, “Que lastima, NO!!!”
Mmm… burritos…
We (the Low Brass) had Chipotle Burritos for lunch today. Then one of our instructors held story time during sectionals and told us a story I shall recount here, but abridged.
The Salsa Story
Original told by [Low Brass Instructor] and retold here in an abridged format by Astrognash.
Long ago, when the dinosaurs walked the Earth, [said instructor’s] best friend got back from a trip to Africa with this really nasty chick from Ohio. He had invited her down to stay, and on her last night there, they went out for Mexican. [Said Instructor] and [his] friend were pretty much beat by the mild salsa, because [they] are wimps. However, the girl laughed, and asked one of the little guys* to bring out the hottest stuff they had. She had been being a real jerk, so the waiter ran back. From [his] vantage point, [aformentioned instructor] could see all the wait staff crowded in a corner in the kitchen, giggling, and heard one of them say, “Si, to the white girl!” So after a few minutes, they come out with this little tiny dish of yellowish green [goop], and as they walk past, [said instructor and friend’s] eyes were watering just being near it. The girl takes the chips, and eats the whole dish. During this time, the staff have stopped waiting tables, and are just crowded around the table giggling. Long story short, around midnight, the emergency people had to come and take her to the hospital, because the restaurant’s “special sauce” had burnt an ulcer right through her stomach. The moral of the story: Don’t eat the salsa if it’s like, glowing green in the dark and doesn’t have any visible tomatoes in it.
I prefer my salsa without Drano, actually.
Oh, shoot. I meant to put a footnote in there at the end.
*”Little guys” was all his term for them, not mine.
Angle of music, huh? I see you met my ex-boyfriend.
Kae, you dated the Fantum uv the Operuh?
No, I dated Carl the Phake Australyan.
Umm… So Miss Jackie is Finnish-ed?
Yep, I’m officially Finnish-ed. 🙂
@Lola: I believe it was about “30 Celsius degrees hot” that day. A few days after that, this storm hit southern Finland.
Jackie, like most Americans, I am not overfamiliar with Celsius but know enough that 30 is much hot! Also, don’t you love those summer storms? Not sure whether they or the terrible heat is worse.
30 is hot
20 is nice
10 is cool
0 is ice
Manda — (this went to the wrong place) Your punishment — spend the day with a group of small children. Have them explain everything to you. You’ll recover soon enough. You may go around answering all questions with “NO” and making strange noises, like “bababbabababbabababababa”.
How exactly would that be different from every other day of my life? 😀
We’ll give them ten pounds of Pixie Stix first.
Well now that’s just plain evil, SJ. I like the way you think!
Oh wait…nooooo!
At least they aren’t asking for the car keys yet!!!
Quick, someone give me something to clean out my brain…I understood that ad!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Meredith broke the blarp button! Somebody bring a mop and put some brain bleach on to boil while you’re at it.
The term is STYLE SHEET…or something like that….
I prefer to say: “coloring outside the lines.”
Oh, much better!
Wow, that comment overflow is almost as impressive as TM’s massive link.
Oh no! Not you too!
I prefer “brain vomit”
Ignore this. It nested in the wrong place.
Ignored.
Crap, wait, I replied. That’s by definition not ignoring.
Ignore this. And the comment above it.
Done and done.
What? Where are the isntructions on how to ignore this? Oh, never mind. Please, ignore this!
Oh look who had to comment. See no Evil, Hear no Evil and Speak no Evil.
Did someone say “nesting”
It’s a trap!
Puuuuuuppppppyyyyyyy!!!!
Ahem…sorry about that, recommence snarking…
Cute little puppy, pet me!
*whimper*
*Lure, lure, lure*
Well, I would never fall for something like that…
Oh, crap.
It is awfully cute…how much trouble could one little belly run cause?
Who’s a cute widdle puppy wuppy? Who’s a sweet widdle fwuffy AAGGHHHHHHHH! OH NO WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?! Help me ple
:pokes head in room, looks around at all the people ignoring one another, grabs a box of vintage cereals, quietly closes door behind her satisfied that she didn’t fall for that one:
*ignores CJ*
*ignores LRC*
:looks around the Snark Lounge:
Wow, it suddenly got quiet in here!
Hey, where did all the cereal go?
I don’t know, but that cereal was killer.
I guessed an angel, but one that affixes to the top of your monitor (your ‘puter monitor, that is). Perhaps it is the guardian angle of craigslist ads. Which explains why it’s being sold for fifteen bucks. :-/
I didn’t guess what it was…got stuck on “puter” and thought it was something to do with a computer.
Me too. But then I’m sleep-impaired and that’s the mildest thing I thought.
I’m not sparkified yet; I also thought it was computer-related. However, I also failed to make the leap from angel to angle so I think I might be deficient in some other way.
*raises hand*
I’m joining the ‘thought it was a computer’ club. I frequently call my laptop the ‘puter. It sounds dumb, but it’s shorter than Benjamin, which is its name. I could call it Ben, but that’s way too logical.
My laptop’s name is Kaylee. But all of my family’s electronics have names from the ‘Verse… Our server’s name is Saffron and my Ip-Od’s name is Vera :-p And I have many more computers, too many to list…
I got stuck on puter too.
I thought it was a monitor that tilted.
That was exactly what I thought too.
Angle to angel wasn’t much of a stretch for me because my favorite Thai place has a dish called “Swimming Angles.” Granted, they also serve crap cakes.
Yummy! Is the crap fresh caught?
Grab it before the swirling vortex takes it! Also might want to wash your hands after.
Line? We don’t need no stinking line!
Ugh… I don’t think I’m interested in fresh crap. Or old crap. Thankfully, I don’t have the life experience to know which is worse…
I love crap cakes made with good crap. Bad crap, or that fake crap – forget it.
South Carolina has great blu crap cakes (make sure the crap has a least three syllables when you read it).
ACG: THREE syllables? Like
ker-aaa-puh?
That would totally throw off Taco’s haiku.
The local Chinese restaurant here on campus serves “Moo Goo Gay Pan” amd “Beef Egg Poo Young”. I was disappointed to find that they didn’t serve “Bean Crud with Black Bean Sauce”.
So, I usually just order the Garlic Green Beans.
Sort of like using a hula doll on the dash to be a parking god.
I was kinda hoping it was an “angle”-shaped ‘puter, but then I got to thinking about the logical places a USB port would be and that danged line just whipped right past me.
Is this supposed to be a “putto”? I mean, I’d give points for knowing the term, but take more away for the spelling.
Pewter is made by mixing tin and fairy dust, or something. My mom collects things made out of pewter.
I think it’s lead, or as the CraigsListers say “led”.
Excuse me, I’ll be over here, banging my head against the wall … when I’m not banging it on my desk.
I don’t have any snark for this, I’m just whimpering with fear for society.
Oh, and I hate angels. Not actual (if you believe in that sort of thing) supernatural beings, but these stupid little putti ripped off from old masters’ paintings and cupidified into tweeness. Grr.
My mom always said, “Those aren’t angels! I wanna see…(voice lowering two octaves) AAANGELS!!!” She says that anything that looks like a naked baby with wings couldn’t possibly be a guardian. She has an angel picture, and it’s Jacob wrestling the Angel…he’s a GIANT dude with HUGE wings. Not to be trifled with.
I prefer my angels to look like John Travolta and go around smiting evil moneychangers and wooing cute girls twixt bites of pie.
I’m ashamed to say I love that movie.
But I also liked Keanu in Constantine.
Mudsy, I do as well, so don’t feel too bad.
But then, I’m also an M. Knight fan, so my judgement has been called into question on more than one occassion.
my spelling is waaay off today, but I’m too pissy to go back and change it. Pfffffffttttt!!!!
Yeah… well, Meredith here is my ultimate confession (today seems like a day chock full of ‘fessing up).
I LOVED Waterworld
*there, I said it*
mudslicker….lurrrrrrrvvvvvvvv “Michael” and “Waterworld”…
I like to think we are intelligent people with discerning tastes…
Great! Well, that’s apparently two of us then.
But I hated Troy [that’s gotta count for something, right?].
Brad Pitt is NOT what I would have pictured Achilles to have looked like. Zach Galifianakas is*.
*this may or may not be entirely true
In my sophomore year religion class, we were handed the book “Mr God, This is Anna” to read. It has remained one of my favorite books since that time.
Anna is about 6.
Anna is rather opinionated and is HIGHLY offended that artists would depict angels, perfect beings, with humanistic anatomy, implying human limitations.
Anna was kinda brilliant.
I think “Legion” is probably a good movie for you, then.
When I worked in the knick-knackery section at JC Penney (don’t judge me!), cherubs (I refuse to call them angles) were very popular. I had a disgruntled German ex-pat coworker who wandered around muttering about how nobody would think it was cute if SHE went around without any clothes on.
She was right.
So, Kae…in the knick-knackery….did you sell paddy-whack?
Just wonderin’……
Some of the customers appeared to think we did.
This particular specimen of be-winged hominid appears to be even more challenged than most. I can find only one wing and its right leg is significantly longer than its left leg.
And, if I recall correctly, pewter is an alloy of (primarily) lead and tin* so, at this size, this thing is going to be damn heavy, even hollowed like that. Are you supposed to hang this and, if so, how?
*Unless this is one of the newfangled faux pewter alloys that gaming miniatures switched to in the late 80s to early 90s in which case it is significantly lighter than true pewter but still heavier than a breadbox.
It’s the putti brigade!
I’m assuming that Sparky feels that puter is the infinitive of the verb To Puter which translates: To be a fat, ugly little
angelangle.Putti brigade … is that better or worse than the puta/puto brigade?
And…I wasn’t even going to go there.
But thanks to Lola and others, unfortunately the line has been crossed today before the sun even rises on the West coast.
And with that, we can go all go on degenerating now that that annoying line is out of the way….
Either way, I nominate Putti Brigade as today’s band name, assuming you still do that around here. I just realized I’ve been gone a while.
We’ll take them!
Tonight at the 40 Watt:
Putti Brigade
with Special Guest:
Brain Vomit [ta, Meredith!]
Putti Brigade will be performing their hit single:
Taco Smootie!
Song time – with apologies to The Penguins!
Puter Angle, Puter Angle
Will you be mine
My darling dear
You can puter all the time
Sparky’s a fool, a fool to part with you
Puter Angle, Puter Angle
I will give you a doors
For fifteen dollars and many more
Sparky’s a fool, a fool to part with you
Wait, hang on just a second here. He’s selling JUST the angle? So I get 30° for $15? I mean, I guess $2 per degree isn’t a bad deal, but that depends on the condition of the degrees. That picture doesn’t really tell me much, does it? And why did he choose to use a gigantic translucent pink-and-purple smoker’s pipe to demonstrate the number of degrees I’m getting? Does he not have a protractor? If not, then what’s he doing with the degrees in the first place? And what’s the qualitative difference between a puter angle and, say, a ceramic one? Does it come in any other colour but black? And 14″x9″ is a pretty pronounced arc, way more than is displayed in that pic, so obviously he’s just drawn that in there.
Sorry, I just don’t trust this guy. I want a real pic of the degrees he’s selling. I don’t want Chinese fakes. I got burned by that once before, and I have a gazebo with a 6° tilt to prove it.
Isn’t what you just wrote called the third degree?
Because that’s $6 extra.
HamCan, your avatar is pathetically adorable today.
It IS a trap!
But what’s up with that right eyeball of yours? It looks like it’s looking off in the distance and scoping out the bitch down the street.
You dog you! Hehe
😉
[Blue Merl Corey]She has half blue half brown eye’s, pretty common on Merl colored dogs. BTW her name is Parley, the litter theme was Pirates of the Caribbean cuz momma dog’s name is Black Pearl and poppa dog name is Ghost. We had Parley, Ana, Calypso(Callie). Teague, Cotton, Tia, Tortuga(Tory)[/Blue Merl Corey]
[pirate corey] I believe the correct “pirate term” is spelled parlay.[/pirate corey]
Aargh! You’re walking the plank Mister!
p.s. I see the eye coloration now. The blue looked more like the white of the eye in that small pic.
Next question: do you see a vase or the profile of two women here? What? Oh, never mind.
Just for that you shall now be cuted (cuteundated?) to death!
http://www.samhaincardigans.com/gallery2/main.php?g2_itemId=4870
Awwww.
Their long bodies and stubby little legs remind me of ferrets for some reason.
Shit, Hammy. Those pics have postponed my snark for the day!!!
You’ve turned me into a blubbery Pile of Aaawww.
!!!!!!PUPPPIEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
*ahem*
As you were, then. 8)
Oooh…cutie-pies…but I can’t help it, when I saw the link it made me want to grab a sweater and go attend some pagan festival…
Just me? Okay, then.
You’re not gonna get me with that again.
I just recovered from the nesting and now Ooooooooh they’re so cute! Hewwo fwuffy puppies! You are cutie paOWWWWWWW! NOOOOOOO PLEASE DON’T FOR THE LOVE OF CLOTHESPIN JEE
Bwahahahaha
*Evil puppy laughs*
*We actually have an evil puppy at home right now see…
http://samhaincardigans.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/P8064313.jpg
She is dirty (and stinky) and needs bathz
Awww, she thinks she’s
peopledishes!Want the puppieeeees! Especially the b&w one with what looks like a starfish in its mouth.
That is Callie, she is actually a blue merl just like the others, she just has more black then grey.
(Not a starfish, hunk of chicken she was a shark puppy!)
Here she is now, at a year and a half old.
http://samhaincardigans.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/P7114267.jpg
I’m not really a dog person, I’m sure I can avoid the tra…..awwwwwwwwwwwwww puppiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiies!
Dundundundun, Dundundundun, Dundundundun, duuuuuuuuuun.
KittyShark smells a full trap…nomnomnom
off topic, but curious – HamCan, do you handle your own puppieeeeeesssss at shows? What area of the country are you in?
Mindfield — with the temperature around here lately, I’ll gladly sell you 30° at bargain basement prices or obo. It would bring the temp down to reasonable. Just let me know where you want it sent.
Radix malorum est cupid.
Yes, Innana, yes, he is.
I’m totally having a girl crush on you for that comment. I’d had cause to use that saying recently (the original version).
Tell, do!
I have a friend who was recently widowed and the late husband’s family is being pretty greedy (also: petty, mean) w/r/t his minor children, in circumstances where they have the ability to be generous and still be very comfortable themselves. Not a bit pretty (cf. “humanity is doomed”), and it reminded me of that saying. When I shared it with my friend, she wholeheartedly agreed.
Yeah…in the words of the J. Geils Band:
Love stinks!!!
A song utterly ruined by household cleaning products.
I was thinking more of like the Truck Stops…
OT: I had a dream that a bunch of you came to my house for a party, but every time something funny happened, one of us had to get on here and comment about it…I think for the people who couldn’t make it. It was odd.
Yes, yes it was odd.
Yeah. Why would you let us in your house?
Sneaky Innana beat me to that interrogatory.
I hope you had a cheese fountain and served us vintage cereal for appetizers.
Of course. Only the best for my YSaC friends.
That explains the dumpster snacks. Very calassay.
It was a great party, though.
And tell Severus I’m sorry for being overfamiliar whilst inebriated. I didn’t mean to have so many appletinis. 8)
Sorry about getting drunk and peeing in your Nacho Fountain. At least I didn’t make out with the Lionel Ritchie cheese head like someone else around here…
…and you told me the red table was for sale, so I took it for free…
That was Bacontini who, how shall I say, had the “incident” with Lionel after drinking too many bacontinis (that cannibal!).
I watched it all while sitting on the ottom on the other side of the room.
The ugly couch with accordion was pretty funny, even if there wasn’t room for very many people to sit on it, though. Still, at least we could sit on that. The couch with auntie stains was avoided.
I enjoyed it too, except Grampdaddy and Taco seemed waaaay too interested in my shoulder-knees.
BTW Lola, that was NOT a snake in the couch.
What were Taco and Grampdaddy doing under that table that looked like it was being held up by a lady?
I only saw Baconti…..oh NOOOOOOOO!
That was no lady; that was Luxury Woman.
Was she the one in the burqa holding the sign that said “No touching!”?
Does anyone know who that guy with the HARLEY DAVIDSON MOTORCYCLE was? He kept asking if I was LAID BACK. Gave me the creeps, but his dog, MIFFY, was adorable.
Are you posting from Sturgis, christina?
Did he ask you if you wanted to go see TITANIC, FRIED GREEN TOMATOES, and [ERROR: MOVIE NOT FOUND],too?
I think the ottermangle attacked him after the scuffle over the Not.A.Lion. painting.
No, but he did ask if I wanted to go see AIROSMITH next weekend.
The meat gerbert babby food was an odd choice for a party favor though.
You ATE that Manda?
I was told it was “merely for decorative purposes”..!
Oh, I don’t know, my favorite part was the giant banana.
What?
I heard the giant banana, the Bea Arthur cutout, the Geico Caveman cutout, and Spider-Pudge all left together after. Not sure I want to think about their “afterparty.”
I just hope I don’t dream about it tonight. Thanks for the dream worm Lola!
Yeah, it was odd. BTW, you got any of that seven layer dip left? Oh, and I stashed 3 of the decorative pillows behind the couch…HATE those things!!!
Okay, why have my comments shown up hours after I posted them? Thasssa weird!
Well, the router got clogged, and the messages had to be forwarded to India before they could make it back to YSaC for the heavy mid-day traffic on the interwebs.*
*Totally not true. It went to New Zealand, THEN to India.
Oh! That’s where my Theta pillows went.
Bridgete.. thank you for not telling. The down payment has been wired to your bank account.
The sad part is, I suspect that’s about how a YSaC party would go in real life, too.
One can only hope…
OT-Kinda/Sorta…
Oldest daughter-child is very involved in her church’s mission work. To that end they have all manner of money-making activities planned. One of them is a gighugic garage sale in a couple of weeks and she asked me to pen the CL ad for it.
Part of me is terrified I’ll eff it up badly enough for someone to find it and post it here, and yet another part of me is hoping I do.
I am a twisted sister.
Do you really want us to make fun of you, CJ?
We can do it without the ad, if you like.
Youse guys is the bestest!!
{{{{Lola/SJ}}}}
Wait…what??
Ohhh, are they planning the Pink Flamingo Mafia??? I’ve heard it is fun and money making!
(yep, it is a real thing.)
That totally happened to my neighbor’s house last spring. The sad part is, it classed up the neighborhood :/
Are you Dee or Jay Jay? Do you still wear all that makeup and the long hair? What about those tight pleather pants?
What do you mean wrong gender?
Well, anyway, that was a short trip down memory lane.
Ima not sayin’…I fixeee you bikesssseee??
I want to know why he showed the inside of Puter Angle…it only shows that Puter Angle has no heart. Angles should have hearts, shouldn’t they? Shouldn’t they?
I think Puter Angle might be of the Devle.
One would think they should have a heart.
*starts pounding out “Heart and Soul” on the piano*
Confession:
I nearly choked on my Greek yogurt [no, this isn’t a euphemism] this morning when I read today’s post. At least the word angel was misspelled in simply a CL ad.
The hubs thought he was going to be slick and get a tattoo without me seeing [i.e. editing] it before he went to have it done. I almost burst out laughing when he proudly showed me the words “Ava—Grandpa’s Little Angle” in script on his chest. For a hugicsecond, I considered saying nothing; then I gave him the good news.
The tattwo [sic] shop is currently out of business.
Oh, that’s terrible!
…Pics?
I wish I would have thought of it before I revealed the ugly truth. Now that he realizes it was a screwup he would totally know that I had evil intentions of mockery if all of a sudden I wanted to take a pic of it.
Anyway, luckily it was done in script so they “fixed” it by lengthening the loop of the ‘e’ on angle and putting a flower over the top of the loop of the ‘l’ in angle so it looks like an ‘e’.
All-in-all it looks craptastic now! I try not to stare, chuckle or mention it too much.
But believe me, if I ever get a pic of it, I’m slapping it up on fb pronto! That would be terribly AWESOME!
Family: if you can’t make fun of ’em on FB, what good are they?*
*Aside from occasionally serving as conscripted labor.
OMG…I’m reading this site way too much. I got it right. Off to shampoo my brain.
:waves to the newbie:
Don’t forget to condition after the rinse-and-repeat! You don’t want to end up with split synapses.
OT – Yay, I’m home! I have missed you all a gighugic amount and had to make extra coffee this morning to catch up on all the posts and comments. Fortunately, I remembered to read but refrain from sipping at the same time.
I must say, you folks on the East Coast grow some hot weather. I read that it was the hottest July since 1880. Well, I wasn’t around back then but let me tell you, it was massively hot July of 2010. Blessed be Northern California. I wore socks to bed!
Had an absolute blast with the baby. She is truly an angle, though not a puter one (much more precious). Interestingly, while she doesn’t tolerate anything on her head, I made her a tinfoil beanie for laughs and THAT she kept on! Maybe those innocent nine-month-old humans know more than we think they do. Taco, I’ll bet Tron has made you wonder on occasion, yes?
Hi, Archie! Thank you for, er, sharing our heat. Please come back – we have more to spare.
Thanks, Lola. I tried to bring some of it back, but the airlines said Mr. Eyebrows was full enough of hot air and they didn’t want to overload the plane.
Ba-da-bing!
Thank you ladies and gentlemen, Archie will be here all week. Try the veal, and remember: God sees when you don’t tip.
They’re planning…plotting…and they don’t want us reading their thoughts of dominatiooo….ALL HAIL HYPNO BABY!!!
Come to think of it, Meredith, she and the cats have their heads together quite a lot and they speak the same, high decibal language. Makes one wonder. One of their main methods seems to be distracting you with their cuteness while they carry out their hidden agenda…reminds me of, um, a certain tin-enclosed meat product disguised as a cute puppy.
Welcome back, Archie!
Glad to hear the baby is adorable. We have more heat, if you need some. I’ll send it over.
Pssssst: I wouldn’t accept anything LRC “sends over”. Word on the street is that the poncho still has a bug-buddy problem.
Not to mention it makes me HHHHOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTtttt and ITCHY just looking at it!!!!!
Oh, bugs! The first three days we were in Virginia, we went camping. In a tent. In 105 degree weather. I think I have personally made the acquaintance of every chiggar and no-see-um within a five-mile radius of that lake. They found spots on my body I didn’t know I had. I spent much of the time sitting on a camp chair with the camp water faucet running over me. If only I could have slept that way, too. Ah, the things we do with (for) our kids!
Many apologies, Archie,perhaps due to the line abuse that’s been going on lately and the Mudslicker’s itchy ponchophobia, I did not read that as bugs in “Virginia.”
Ponchophobia! I wonder if I can get a prescription for that.
Christina, I am Supremely Glad I had nothing in my mouth when I read your comment … serious snorting!
I keep reading it as vagina now and I don’t know why….
With Lola and mudslicker, I concur.
:reads from program:
“Tonight the part of CJ will be played by Yoda.”
Hey Archie!! Welcome back! Oh man, the summer of 1880…I remember it well…had to walk to school that year, five miles uphill both ways, and it was sweltering…thank God for the a/c…
…but at least it wasn’t snowing….
*snort*
If it was snowing you had to tunnel your way out of the attic window using only a teaspoon.
While wearing a prom dress.
And playing “Ol’ Gray Mare” on the kazoo.
… an ice green prom dress size 8, 12 or 16.
By a/c, you mean the “long-ears” tail, right?
Wasn’t that the year you got your first real six string? Didn’t you buy it at the five and dime? Didn’t you play till your fingers bled?
Oh, it wasn’t? I coulda swore it was the summer of 1880. Sounds so catchy….
I can’t remember when that was exactly, but you and some guys from school had a band and you tried real hard. Weren’t you wearing a plaid shirt then, too?
After Jimmy quit and Jody got married they didn’t get too far.
Anyone else wanna wait on my Mama’s porch with me? I’m feeling young and restless and need to unwind.
That happened to me in the summer of 79.
Anywhooooo….. Ramones are playing on The River (damn your 69 degree temp Monte Rio!) now and somehow I suddenly want to be sedated… just put me in a wheelchair.
I Wanna Be Sedated is the ring tone on my phone.*
*This is totally true.
{heat corey} It’s hot in Texas…yeah, yeah, I know like so what, right? Well this morning I heard on the news that only in Texas would the person reporting the weather be all giddy about an expected “cold” front this weekend that would drop the temps into the mid-90’s. Now where’d I put my sweater?{/end heat corey}
Last night when the temp dropped to 95 I got goosebumps. ‘Course, that might have been because I was drenched with sweat.
It got down to 80 the weekend before last. I thought it was gonna snow or something.
That was also the week our A/C broke, which means it was near 80 inside at night and around 75 outside. Damn shoddy machinery, how dare it break only seven years after being installed…
I stream a radio station from Monte Rio, CA here at work [because I work in a lead-lined sarcophagus and blow flies are the only things that get through these walls].
Every time they’ve done the weather today, the high has been forecast to be in the mid-60s.
Damn you Monte Rio, CA!!!! Blow a little of that cool air in an easterly direction, will ya’?
Mudsy, what? You work in an esophagus?
It’s been a record hot summer here in Maryland, so everywhere I go, the A/C is full blast. At work it’s set to 71…and I have spent the entire summer with a space heater on me. I’ve been FREEZING all summer.
I keep telling people how good it feels outside.
It was a record hot summer in Finland too. Apparently I missed the worst of it (I was in Pennsylvania visiting my family). At the hottest it was about 36C (96.8F), and air conditioners are rare in private homes in Finland.
Boston was fairly hot for a while there, but it’s actually cooled down to something more normal this week. Today it’s a nice, comfortable 73. With a breeze.
Even on the wicked hot days, my apartment is pretty comfortable without running the AC. All the windows face approximately WNW, so I don’t get a lot of direct sunlight to heat up the place. So I just turn on the AC at night so I can sleep. 🙂
Heh. You said “wicked”. Assimilation: complete.
I grew up in an area that said “wicked”, and then moved to a region that didn’t when I went to college. I got a lot of funny looks before I managed to excise ‘wicked’ from my vocabulary.
OT – since we are chock full of off-topic today – preemie baby update. Some of you may remember me posting a few weeks back about a friend whose son was born at 26 weeks. After two long weeks she finally got to hold him for the first time last night. He responded incredibly well to her touch and was stable the entire time she held him (about 30 minutes). He’s had a few setbacks but is generally doing well for being 3.5 months early – on a respirator but breathing room air as opposed to just oxygen and doing well with what little he eats. He’s weighing in at 2 lbs 1oz now. Keep the positive thoughts coming! I know they need it.
Awesome, Manda!! Good thoughts, many prayers, and best wishes!
So happy for your friend. My oldest nephew was close to the same age when he was born. My sister had to wait so long to hold him…he fit in her tiny hands!
He’s six now, and such a joy!
Yaaay! It must be excruciating to have to wait so long to hold your own baby. Even if your friend is still worried about him, getting to that point and knowing he’s breathing and eating is wonderful.
Great news, Manda! I’m really glad to hear he’s doing so well.
Manda, thank you so much for the update. I wanted to ask, but was afraid to bring it up. So happy for little Levi and his mom. Happy tears and more best wishes and good thoughts.
That is amazing, miraculous and beautiful.
Love to them all!
And more OT fun…
Firefox is usually really good to me with all sites but the last two days, it keeps fouling up when I try to comment here. So I’m viewing YSaC on IE today for the first time. This allows me to also confirm that my color/threading problem is this computer in general and not just FF on this computer.
Yeah, I know I said I was rebuilding – haven’t gotten to it yet.
It’s been doing that to me the last week or so. I’ve been using evil “E” and it doesn’t have spellcheck so I have to be careful of typos before I click to send. I keep looking for the red underline—until I realize there isn’t any.
I really need to figure out what the bug is and get back on Firefox.
I have just come up with an AWESOME plan! 8) Well, not so much a plan as a process. Or a way to organize my thoughts –Anyway, what I do is, give adores to ALL the messages! ALL of them! Even my own! Then when I come back later in the day, I can tell which comments I haven’t read because they have the little red number 1 next too it!
Of course, some of you don’t have the option of giving doors, apparently. So this will only work for those of us with that power! Bwahahaha!
Adore.
Hey… you missed one!
No I didn’t. Oh, drat, here’s another one!
I think this might qualify for door buse (pronounced byoose).
I’m not sure I like the thought of getting gratuitous doors. How can I be certain I don’t suck, even in a smallish way, if I’m getting hit with doors through no merit of my own?
That said, it *is* ingenious.
That was my though, too, Moira… definitely would deflate my ego if I saw I had one door, and didn’t know if it was a true door or just one of Windrose’s gratuitous doors! (Gratuitous Door = band name?)
You could always assume that your one door is from Windy. But I think if we all started doing it, then everyone would have the same amount of doors, because we can only send one door (unless you cheat on different browsers and phones and such) and we’d never know who doesn’t suck the most.
My thought is, Everyone deserves one door just for posting. Also it might encourage lurkers who don’t want to post and then not get any adores. I think we all know we don’t suck, so only the truly insecure would have a problem with it.
You’re right, it’s not a good idea. 8)
While I don’t consider myself insecure, I do cringe when my comments have one door because I think everyone is going to assume I gave myself a door. Now I can blame you, Windrose 😉
I don’t mind posting instead of lurking, because it’s not entirely fair if I get to feel kinda like I know y’all but don’t return the favour. However, being both busy and not on the East coast means that by the time I get to YSaC, all the good stuff has been said and I feel like a kindergartner trying to talk to the bigger kids. “Hey, you guys, um, you guys, hey! Um. kthxbai!” (this lurking post was brought to you by the letters I, R, O, N, and Y)
Katy, I’m west coast, myself. My secret is that I sneak in here to post during conference calls.
Shhh.
Katy, please join in anyway. Some mornings I come in by 10 eastern time and think all the good snark is taken … and then there are at least five times more comments by the end of the day and I’ve even been able to add in some of my own! Also – I am not always funny myself, but like to ask a question or otherwise play the straight wo/man to the funny people … I’ll say something not particularly humorous (been a while since I’ve been in the box) to see what kind of snark or humor is given in response. We all have our own ways of contributing.
Ditto… what Lola said.
Yeah, Katy…come on in and set a spell…even if the snark’s picked over there’s always the vintage cereals, bags of chips, and of course da minty shell.
Oooo, I can continue the OT train! Our house is currently (and by that I mean still) in the process of being painted/fixed up/etc, and so we only have 2 interior doors actually on hinges–the rest are in the garage or leaned up against a wall somewhere. Mr.EB was tidying up the main floor, and decided that one of the leaning-against-the-wall doors should be brought into the storage room in the basement, because that’s closer to it’s final resting place. So I’m in the kitchen (probably washing dishes or something) and Mr.EB comes through carrying A Door… I cracked up laughing, and asked him if the door was for me, and he just gave me a funny look 🙂 But I thought it was an amusing anecdote….
Edit: ?? It only gives me 1 minutes 45 seconds to edit, instead of 5 minutes?
Must be nice, I had thirty seconds.
I think the problem was that I had another comment that was within the edit window, so it didn’t restart the timer on the more recent comment. Must be a “feature”…
Oh, yeah, that happens to me a lot, I think it’s definitely a “feature”.
Throws a *real door at EB
*An intangible real door, but a real door, nonetheless.
Edit: I got my full five so your browser must simply be shorting you.
I recently took a bathroom cabinet door into Home Depot for color matching…. and kept giggling because I had my own “a door” wherever I went. My daughter was not amused…
Outside their natural habitat, doors are frequently amusing. In their natural habitat, their ability at camouflage often leads one to overlook them.
[personal corey]I once took a watercolor class. Our professor told us that the most cost-effective and efficient way to stretch our paper and transport our project was for pairs of us to go to the local hardware store and buy a single hollow-core door and cut it in half.
Well, I didn’t know anyone in the class and I had to take the bus and I am guessing that I was the first person from this class that the salesguy got to deal with because he gave me a really odd look when I bought a door, had him cut it in half, and only took half home with me. He tried to argue with me about it and tried to talk me into taking the other half with me but, being on the bus, I just wasn’t willing to deal with two door halves.
I assured him that someone else would be along soon wanting that other half.
Sure enough, next class, one of my classmates was flabbergasted and pleased that when she arrived at the hardware store there was HALF A DOOR waiting for her! 😀
[/corey]
If anyone needs it, I have a spare door in my cat shed. The master bathroom in this house is so small, and the doorway very tiny, especially for me and my honey. We are above average people. 8) So we removed the door and have it stored in the shed for the day when we move and try to put the house back together close to what it looked like when we moved in.
Aw, Windrose – that means you and Chthulhu always have a door together. Sweet. 🙂
My child is going to lose the door to his room if he doesn’t quit slamming it.. so if anyone needs a slightly abused, stickered, permanent markered door… you can take it for free.
I’m going to lose the doorway to my room if my sister doesn’t stop trying to ram her way in while I’m away. She’s almost succeeded in getting through.
I managed to baffle the hippy who works at my local Habitat for Humanity store. My male cat Simon took a very strong dislike to my mom’s cat Nikki and started fighting with her every time he could get her cornered, so I had to isolate him back in my rooms. My rooms are at the end of a long hallway and the air circulation sucks, so they got horribly hot with the doors shut all the time, so I went to the Habitat store and bought two doors that were the same size. When the fella helping me carry the doors to my mom’s van asked me what I was going to do with them, I told him; “I’m gonna cut holes in them so my cat won’t escape and I won’t die of heatstroke in my sleep.” (Which is what I did – I cut a roughly two by three foot hole in the top of each and covered it with quarter inch hardware cloth. Problem solved.) He gave me a very odd look.
Ha! I’m glad I’m not the only one. Our house is also in a state of constant renovation and the other day my husband came walking through with a door. I told him he was quite a-door-able.
Mindfield, you are the best commentor of all time! OF ALL TIME! Or at least, this week. Punchity punch punch!
G’Night, Spangland!