Repeat Players – this song would be about #14.
Monthly Archives: May 2005
Do ants have genitalia? Evildeb wants to know…
Mortality has claimed another insect victim. Today I found Daren dead… at the bottom of the habitat. Gus and Tyree are still not getting along, and can stand for several seconds, just staring at each other, waiting for the other one to back down. I think the larger Tyree is very tolerant of the smaller, but pushier, Gus. He could probably eat his head for lunch. Bastian has shown talent as a contortionist and held a pose for over a minute that I was sure would damage his head. Except, it turned out that was his butt.
Rochelle just stands at the top of the gel mountain, waving her antennae at us, merrily. She’s such a sweetheart.
Cookies in the future
Hey kids, I’ve been reading like mad. I have a bunch of books due back at the library, and I’m trying to keep my late fees under $10. seriously. I’ve had fines in the $100’s of dollars, before I turned stuff back in they were charging as lost. Audio book cd’s coast a fortune!
I still have one more day off. No, I’m not rubbing it in or anything. I’m just saying… I have one more day off. Earlier today I had a psychic premonition that I would want to make chocolate cookies with peanut butter chips and I was right! Good thing I bought that coco and those peanut butter chips. So I am going to go make those cookies now. Those of you who have to go back to work tomorrow, can go prepare yourself mentally. And I’ll see you tomorrow when I pretend I am going to clean up my office!
50 Word Fiction Friday Vol. VIII
You know, I’m probably going to tire of the roman numerals after we hit 10 or so.
Well, as my Moür Moür used to say, “It’s cocktail hour somewhere in the world!” It’s Friday somewhere in the world as well. And so I bring you this week’s theme: addiction. I think I’m going to make it a bit personal this week. Oh yeah.. I’m going to share.
Intervention
They gathered together in loving concern. It was time she knew the truth, she needed to understand what her deleterious addiction was doing to them, what it was costing the family. They poured out their feeling, but she dug in her heels.“Intervene this! I’m not giving up the Dr Pepper!”
Now it’s your turn to share with me.
Today is my Friday
That doesn’t mean we are doing 50 Word Fiction today. That will still happen on the official Friday. I took tomorrow and Tuesday off. No reason, I’m not going anywhere, just thought I’d have a LONG long weekend. What’s more, Evildeb convinced me to call the doctor, yesterday, about the Consumption from which I am suffering and they want me to come in this afternoon. I’m usually not one for going to the doctor unless I absolutely have to go. So I’m leaving early. On a gorgeous 80 degree day, I am starting my five day weekend early. Can’t get better than that, can it?
I want to tell you about Loud Happy Edgar #14. When I first moved into my apartment in Bellevue, I got my Dr Pepper from the mini mart on the corner. The morning guy’s name was Edgar. After him came Edgar, and then after him came Edgar. Were all three named Edgar, was that a requirement to work at my mini mart? I doubt it. They probably shared the name tag. So from then on, I called all the new morning people Edgar, in my mind. Unless I knew their real name. Like Sam. He was not Edgar. When I moved into the house, I had two mini mart options. Both AM/PM’s, Option A was closer and on the way to the freeway. Option B was a bit out of the way, and a tiny bit farther away. I tested them both and chose Option B. Because of Loud Happy Edgar #14.
Loud Happy Edgar #14 is Asian, I don’t know of what descent. I think Japanese. And she has a voice that is hard to describe. It is loud, very very loud, it is also somewhat shrill. English is not her first language, so there are interesting inflections in the things she says. If you have a headache, her voice is like a knife in your skull, I kid you not. If I were to type out her speech, I would need to use all caps, ala A Prayer for Owen Meany. But she is so freaking happy! And so enthusiastic and friendly. Every morning she shouts “HELL-ROOOOO!” Occasionally, her part of the conversation is just a vocalization such as ‘AAIIIYYY!” but I still know what she means. She just kills me. When Fee was in town, I took her to Option B AM/PM to see Loud Happy Edgar#14. It was mid-day and I think that her enthusiasm had waned. She was till super friendly. And super loud, she had just taken it down a notch.
Loud Happy Edgar #14 is sassy too. One day she asked me if I was a student, and I told her no, I worked for a software company. And she said, “AAIIYY! NO WONDER YOU ALWAYS DRESS LIKE THAT!”
“Like what?”
“LIKE COLLEGE STUDENT… WITH LITTLE MONEY, EH?” She said with a sassy grin.
I was wearing my Tiny’s Rent-aTire tshirt, which is black, a grey henley under it, jeans and sneakers. A perfectly lovely ensemble! Cheeky Edgar!
Loud Happy Edgar is backed up by Quiet Mumbling Happy Edgar #15, who is only understandable about 27% of the time, and Sullen Depressed Nights/Weekend Edgar #16, who reminds me of Eeyore, but angrier.
I meant to post this for Pru’s birthday
Aren’t I a cliche, blogging about my cat? Too bad! because… dude… SCATMAN CROTHERS.
It cures aches, pains, bunions, calluses, galloping consumption and the seven year itch.
You would think that I would be over the cough by now, wouldn’t you? It’s been 3 weeks since I first got sick. And I am still coughing. That seems wrong. Evildeb says I may have the beginning of a sinus infection. And the post nasal drip is what’s making me cough. Lloyd and MoreThanSlightlyEvilJacob get them all the time, so she knows about these things. I’m not one for going to the doctor unless I have to, but it would explain why that cold kicked my ass. And stayed so long. But I feel fine… it’s just the coughing. That’s all there is. It’s probably the Consumption. That’s what I told my mini mart gal, Happy Loud Edgar #14. She said she doubted it and she’d see me tomorrow. I told her not if I die in my sleep. She said she had every faith she would see me tomorrow. Won’t she be sorry she didn’t say a proper goodbye to me, when I am dead.
Yesterday, Tessa and Louise were hanging out in my cubical area, Louise had a mug of tea and was sitting on the exercise ball. She was making fun of Tessa for some thing and so we were all laughing. Almost in slow motion she seemed to tip over, legs and one arm flailing. BAMF! she hit the floor and her head hit the rounded edge of a desk. The thing is, we were already laughing so hard, that that just made us laugh more. Which is mean. But it was so funny. And, she did not spill a single drop of tea! She did end up with a big old bump on her head, not that I’ve touched it, I’m taking her word on it. She’s using that as an excuse for everything, and is pretty sure she’s going to die by morning of massive head trauma. While she is not a hypochondriac, she is a bit of a drama queen. Surely I would die of the Consumption before she would die of her silly Massive Head Injury. Let’s all wish her a speedy recovery from her massive head trauma. We’ll be sad when she’s dead and gone. She should at least hold out until after her birthday in August, because we have concert tickets.
Today is May 25th!
And that means it is Pru’s Birthday! Happy 3rd birthday, baby-kitty!
She looks squinty there because of the pre-flash. You can either have squinty “i’m so cool” cat eyes which are green. Or her normal big round eyes which are DEMONIC RED!!
For example… the day I brought her home. She’s only 12 weeks old here. And she’s not scared, she just has big round green eyes. [any excuse to post kitten pictures] Obviously didn’t need any flash that day.
Older kitten, saving me from my shoes. I’m actually recovering from surgery here when I took these, so I didn’t need shoes anyway.
I love her!
Jodi keeps a long story quiet
I finally broke down and went over to the monkee cube and told him to keep his voice down. He was on a call, at the time, but was getting all riled up. So I pantomimed “Can you please lower your voice?” No response. He looked at me, with a fairly impertinent look, I might add. Nada. Perhaps he didn’t even know what it was I was trying to say. Maybe that look was confusion. But I think I shocked him enough to lower his voice. And now I am a hero. The high fives are coming fast and furious, kids.
It’s only temporary. In fact, the shock has already worn off. But I can’t hear him through my headphones right now, and that’s an improvement. That’s kind of my litmus test. Surely, if I can hear him with music playing in my ears, the person on the phone is suffering aural pain.
“You want to shoot yourself? Go look at our weather for the next five days… sunny and 80’s!”
Amelia: unnecessary.
Me: yeah, I don’t need to see a weather report..
Amelia: we already want to shoot ourselves!
Me: Amen, my brother!
Amelia and Jodi: *snicker*
Besides, it’s not even true. Saturday and Sunday look like they are going to be in the upper 60’s.
Amelia keeps a long story short.
Mock-monkee-speak has become so common place in our vernacular, I don’t even notice I am doing it sometimes.
Evildeb: Hey! What s’up, man?
Me: Hey! Not much,. S’up with you, my brother?
Then we ask other people “what s’up” and they wonder why we laugh when they answer.
Me: Hey! What s’up, Amelia?!
Amelia: Do not speak to me in that manner.
Me: Whoa… chill out, my brother.