Overthunk

Only for oldsters!! Work the words "Barney Miller" into a conversation... think it can't be done? Ohh, I've already done it, my friends. Observe: CplKlinger: I also watch MASH...talk about old school arisnow8 : lol arisnow8 : that is old arisnow8 : next you're gonna be saying you like Barney Miller arisnow8 : heheheh CplKlinger: have not seen that one in a long time Also, it doesn't matter what week it is... even if it's months later, still do it and report back. There is no expiration date on fun. ( Messenger names that aren't mine have been changed to protect the guilty.)

1. Grab the nearest book. 2. Open the book to page 123. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions. 5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest. Here's mine: They hadn't even known for certain (as the Witch did) that this is what would happen when Aslan came to Narnia. But they all knew that it was her spells which had produced the endless winter; and therefore they all knew when this magic spring began that something had gone wrong, and badly wrong, with the Witch's schemes. And after the thaw had been going on for some time they all realized that the Witch would no longer be able to use her sledge. BONUS POINTS: From what tome do these fair sentences hail? (p.s. I stole this from another blogger... find him at http://www.osbasso.blogspot.com/ )

YAY!! Finally I can pay tribute to those who have read my drivel in the best way possible: small pink lettering!! I'd like the thank the academy (NH, Jess and Julie) for all their assistance. I now have a shaky, bandy-legged understanding of HTML which is about as steady as a newborn fawn. But like said fawn, it is new, cute and alive. Let's hope it grows and prospers from here. Thanks again for reading!!

This weekend, I attempted to watch Mulholland Drive (partly because I remembered that Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers said somewhere that it was this amazing film). Had to turn it off in the middle, though, because it's a 2 hour movie, and by one hour in, I only knew 2 sentences of plot: 1. A girl has amnesia and she's hiding out in someone's house she doesn't know. 2. She has a lot of money and a weird key in her purse. Needless to say, the feel of the thing was s---l---o---w 'n' creepy. Oh, and there were some side scenes about a movie director and a sinister, Big Brother type guy, and a crazy guy who was seeing sasquatch things, and the sasquatch thing was really scary looking (think nasty, filthy, dead/Rob Zombie/caveman/sasquatch type monster with dark brown dreadlocks and spooky green eyes). In the scene, i t was like this guy was talking to his psychologist at this Denny's type restaurant about this dream he had about the Denny's t

K, so I'm still navigating the choppy seas o' dating in my intrepid, half of a whiskey barrel vessel of LUV, and I occasionally (ok, a LOT) run aground. The other day, I met this guy online and we traded phone numbers so we could talk before setting a date. No, actually, as I recall, we had already set up an initial meeting. He said he didn't dance, but would if someone would show him how. I stupidly? replied to this, "Well, if I go dancing, it's usually to a gay bar, with my gay friends." I really thought nothing of saying this, as none of my friends have a problem with gay people. (My mom, however, said, "Don't be telling people that!! No wonder he dumped you!! -- Rabidly fundamentalist or off kilter much, Mom??) But later, I could sense that he'd cooled off about meeting me, and he stated that we were "just different." "Was it the gay bar thing?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. So it was goodbye and good ri

To all my dear, dear, readers: I just want you all to know that, no, I am not trying to be a snotty bitch and not give you all propers. It's just I am failing the 2% rule with getting blogrolling rolling, despite the fact that I have enlisted at least 2 people's help and read the website. That rule is: You must be 2% smarter than any problem you are trying to solve. But I do, in fact, love you and cherish you, each and every one, and I do look forward to reading your every word, be it praise or destruction. So please, I ask your patience. ::cue dramatic, orchestral music:: As God is my witness, I will get blogrolling working someday!

Don't say you weren't warned: Lean Pockets can kill. Well, ok, I don't know that for sure. But they can give you SECOND DEGREE BURNS. TO THE FACE. How do I know, you may ask? Well, there I was, wolfing down an apple with the remaining 15 task-free minutes of my lunch while waiting for my main course to cook. Unbeknownst to me as I grabbed the barbecue-style Lean Pocket from the microwave, it had attained a temperature near that of molten magma. Bites one and two did no harm. However, with bite three, I had just gotten too close to the hellish core. A searing strip of meat and barbecue sauce trailed out of the cocoon of crust and promptly stuck to my chin, sizzling flesh as it adhered. "Ow. OW!" I exclaimed, trying to brush it off. But it was too late. Later I was stunned to discover that yes, there was in fact a BLISTER where the fiery meat had stuck. And now I am reminded daily of the potential danger of microwaved foods as I wait for a vertical, vaguely m

Understandably, my heritage is a source of great pride. I got Irish blood from my mom. And addictive tendencies from my dad. So don't ask me, "A, WHYYY do ya DRINK? WHYY do you roll smoke? WHYY must you liiive out the soongs that you WROTE? Over and over, everybody made my predictions. But if I get stoned and sing ALL night long, it's a... family tradition." Alright, I'm done plugging Hank J now.