We met with Spaced Diode over coffee this morning and he and Lemurita played a game of chess while we ate onion rings and got really amped on caffeine. I admit to stealing onion rings from my family. I’m in the wrong there. I suck.
As we left the coffee shop we ran into people from the stuffed teddy bear factory on the corner who were dressed in full teddy bear suits.
Kids. Do NOT feed the bears. Don’t run from them and don’t tease them… Do NOT look them in the eyes! It’s a sign of aggression! Don’t look at them! – Lemur King to his children upon coming across two adults in giant teddy bear outfits
Yes. I really said that. No, I don’t know what the people thought. I didn’t stick around because adults in giant animal suits kind of creep me out. That sort of thing should remain in the bedroom between consenting adults.
Ran across a blog I’d seen for the first time quite a while back. The section I enjoyed the most was “Steve! Don’t Eat It!” I threw the quote up at Nazi Surf Kittens Must Die because it hasn’t been touched in months.
In general I’m looking for things that are apolitical. I’m sick of politicians.
The only thing weirder than me drinking breast milk, is the fact that milk is coming out of my wife’s chest in the first place. It sure as hell didn’t do that when I met her. I’m telling you, the whole thing is lunacy. I love my wife, but does she really have to be such a mammal? – Steve, at “Steve! Don’t Eat It!“
I have to say, that’s comedy gold, especially if you have experienced the situation yourself.
If you feel inclined to answer what is normally an admittedly socially inappropriate question, how many female mammals who read this blog have… uh… previously lactated and tasted what was on tap yourselves?
I expect zero (0) answers to that question, but dammit, I’m curious.
Also, I just realized today that NSKMD is over two years old. Two years since the starting of that thing. I remember with crystal clarity discussing the idea with taobmaetS ooGcM, as if it was yesterday. He said something that I can’t quote exactly and I am unclear on what I said in return but it was all pretty profound. He fired it up anyway because hey, blogs are cheap.
For Halloween I read Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart” to Lemurita with the promise of some HP Lovecraft when I can find a good story to get her started in the genre. Last night during dinner Lemurita made me so proud… she said “Dad, can we read some Shakespeare sometime?”
My jaw hit the table. The greatest wordsmith in the histoory f humankind – the Chopin of the literature world – and my daughter wants to read at least some of his works with me. She isn’t even ten yet.
I tried my damnedest to recite from Hamlet from memory – failing, however devoutly to be wish’d that I could do otherwise – but she got the idea. Cruel Wife doesn’t personally enjoy his complicated thought structure but she was supportive. I find this particularly amusing because within the last two weeks I tried to get CW interested in watching a modern adaptation of The Tempest with me.
No, it is not a great adaptation but I liked the Mirren version of Prospero (Prospera) and I thought Ariel was creepy-fantastic. It wasn’t awesome but it wasn’t awful, either. It just was.
CW opined that Lemurita might first enjoy “Much Ado About Nothing” on video first, then move into the written form. I think that’s a fair compromise. I did read to her a portion of MacBeth for grins and giggles because I thought she’d enjoy the imagery from the witches’ brew and their troublemaking.
And she did enjoy the imagery. Grossed her out with the “finger of birth-strangled babe” part though.
I cannot wait until she’s old enough to read Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo…
We watched Paul last night (Simon Pegg and Nick Frost). It is not as good as Shaun of the Dead but it isn’t bad, either. Paul, the beer-drinking weed-smoking alien was pretty good CG.
Paul: This is America. Kidnapping a Christian is worse than harboring a fugitive.
Heh. Paul fell shy of encompassing a hat-tip to Redneck Rampage but it didn’t do horribly, either. It could have used a Vixen and some Moon Pies but I don’t expect Pegg to be particularly knowledgeable about Moon Pies.
Graeme Willy: You are an alien!
Paul: To you I am, yes.
Graeme Willy: Are you gonna probe us?
Paul: *Why* does everyone always assume that? What am I doing? Am I harvesting farts? How much can I learn from an ass?
Anyone out there know how probing came to be associated with aliens? I mean, who decided to “go there” with that idea in the first place? Of course… it really is proof that aliens are real, isn’t it? Obviously no normal person would just make the probing stuff up, right?
Apparently some people in Chicago don’t understand that a “Job Fair” isn’t where they hire you, it is where people sniff butts and network – job seekers meet employers, blunt character assassinations take place, oppression and exploitation of the downtrodden, etc. At least those were the only behaviors at all the job fairs I ever went to. I never saw a job application at a job fair.
Rodney Booker said, “I stood in line for four hours. They better give me a Wal-Mart gift card, or something.”
Rodney, you just provided a potential clue as to why you might be out of work right now. A large number of people are looking for gainful employment and many of them are smart and capable people but there is also a percentage like yourself that might – just might – be looking because… you’re an idiot.
“… better give me a Wal-Mart gift card…” –
Seriously, is this something you believe?
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