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It's a BusHitler plot to delay the ascension to office of The One.
Here I am, like some kinda lumpken, thinking it was a scoche this year! When Carmen Electra(not complex!) becomes the New Dick Clark can you say tittle?
Adhering to their policy, immediately after Big Ben's final New Year's tick the Beeb will broadcast the blowing of Trumpets.
The New Year came in wobbly.A tick or two behind.It threw off lonely sticklers.The rest? They didn't mind.
And not a moment too soon I might add."From rags to Rajas", choreographed by John Travolta. (lol)What a wonderful movie, even the closing credits; especially those. We now have a reason to watch the Oscars, as for the first time in several years we have something to root for that we actually saw.Has anyone else seen Slumdog yet? Like it?
The "leap second" is actually the interest earned on Daylight Savings.
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Figures that 2008 would last an extra tick. The bloodsucker.** And that Ben-sorts would be right there, at and on the cusp of it, meddling away, in high anxiety and purpose, to grasp a second and bend it aright.---**(Oh, well, of course, 2009 could be worse. But that's the future. Why anticipate? It might, this time, sort itself the hell out.Dreams don't always have to hurt, you know.)
OTOH, I actually had not one, but two, grandmothers who--actually--oft proffered this old chestnut: "A stitch in time saves nine."Well, then.
Speaking of arachnids, 2008 was the first year I ever had a tick. I found it on my neck the day after doing yard work. I wasn't sure what it was, so I just ripped it off with my fingers. Not what you're supposed to do. You're supposed to use tweezers (needle style) from the side so as to avoid squeezing the parasite's abdomen and injecting yourself with whatever horrible disease it's carrying. There are other methods some people use. I did not get sick. I bought new tweezers. Reason enough to celebrate.
tou ieduv siht kcehc einahpets yeh
oh, god, yes (!!), b.c.!!
Son of a bitch is dug in like an Alabama tick.
i do love the backwards elements of the cockroach natureas don't we allor at least shouldif not ought***there, that s better or at leastit trips more trippingly to my earall i can hope for ...... not being in b.c.'s league
(my last deletion had only to do with a simple line-breakwhich of course then led to a necessary additional editorial comment)
that should be tuowhich proves i ve had too muchspilled cheap merlot tonightto be hopping around backwardslookout when the champaign flowstomorrow night wheeewhich i hope doesn t turn intoeeehwanyway here is tick tock gone badand too longbut you can stop it when itceases being funny about 40 seconds inhey they can t all be gemsand i promise never to triptrippingly to reader s eara cockroach doing that wouldfreak some people outbut just don t sleep on the kitchen floorand we ll all be fine
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not having the vers libre poet in mei fear my prosaic nature sometimesmisses the subtleties ofdear reader s lovely lineswhich is not to sayreader should not writea lot more of thembecause you always want morewhen someone doesn t quitewrite enough rather than whenthey write too muchwhich is also true about foodbut i m not as appreciative whenthe cook has cleaned uptoo well afterwards
Yawn. Get up, when it's light enough to see, and gradually,...slowly your body agrees that it might be time to get up. Go to bed when it becomes dark and take your time to read, relax and maybe, fool around in bed before sleeping when once again the morning light brings the circle around again to mabye fool around again in the morning before the bright light wakes you truly up.Who cares what time it really is or how many seconds the atomic clock is away from your bedroom clock!! What a waste of "time" and energy.BTW: I haven't had a clock in my room to force me to wake up for at least 15 years and I'm very very happy....and never ...well, hardly ever late. I wake up relaxed and refreshed. On MY own time.
ah but cockroachyour trips are tweets to the earlike birds in dawn of spring s own dawnhere here see here they singback again as always are weso wake upif only, and to ...
Ohhh esqueeze me.. I read the article and commented before realizing this was a parasite thread.:-D
Why did you get divorced?Do you ever want to get back with your ex-husband?Do you miss him or think about him?Are you ever lonely?Would you like to share your life with someone?Are you content? Happy? Do you ever think you are missing out on something?Do you feel like time is against you and opportunities are falling beyond your grasp?
What is getting a divorce like?
Yikes! I just finished one response, and there's another b.c. awaiting!Yo. Methinks I may end up [(even)] more displaying what already I've been saying.
What is being in love like?What is having children like?What is the difference between love between a mother and child and husband and wife? Is one more intense than the other?Can a mother ever fall out of love with her child?
Ohhh esqueeze meInteresting, that.---I, at least, am going to bed, so the track is clear so far as my bits of offgassing are concerned.I shall look forward to reading tomorrow the thereafter, including, and especially, DBQ's.
Do you have any regrets?
Oh, and I can ASSURE you that I can clench in time, no matter the materiel, or material. Not for nothing was I raised by the parents who raised me within the pervasiveness of their professions.OK, really going to bed now.
Oh, I'm very interested to see that "Syncopated Clock" was written by Leroy Anderson. We were just talking about him in connection with "Sleigh Ride." Have you ever noticed that "Sleigh Ride" isn't just any old Christmas pop song? It's elaborate and unusual and goes way beyond the call of an ordinary pop song.And where is everyone? Last night, you guys were talking all night, and now here I am with insomnia and no one is around.Were you afraid of the tick?
Thanks for all the poetry, but it was all before midnight. If you can't stay up until midnight tonight, how do you expect to celebrate New Year's Eve tomorrow night?I think I'll try to draw a picture of the New Year's Tick. Or see if I can get people to send pictures of the New Year's Tick. And I'm going to push for the adoption of the New Year's Tick as the new New Year's mascot, replacing that stupid -- and frankly depressing -- Old Man and Baby mascot. Or the Ball. What the hell kind of symbol is a Ball?I hope that doesn't offend blogging cockroach. You must understand that we can't have a cockroach as a holiday symbol. Not for New Year's anyway. This insomnia is giving me grandiose thoughts, but I really think this New Year's Tick thing can catch on. Perhaps if we draw it the right way. I think Santa Claus wasn't such a big deal until those Coca Cola ads got the character drawn just the right way. People loved him once his attributes became appealing and standardized.Help me do that with the Tick.Also, that "Night Before Christmas" poem helped with the popularization of Santa Claus, so maybe some of you poets can write something similarly beguiling about the annual arachnid. Inside the kitty cat wall clock he hid/Our eagerly awaited arachnid. See? I can't do it! An arthropod/From God/Trod... No... I need help with the poem. And with the drawing. And with the sleeping. The children were nestled all snug in their beds/Not knowing the Tick crept so close to their heads....Blah?"Are you ever lonely?"Well, that's a fine question from someone who so recently stood me up.
Have you ever noticed that "Sleigh Ride" isn't just any old Christmas pop song? It's elaborate and unusual and goes way beyond the call of an ordinary pop song.Yes. That's favorite of mine too. Though I confess I like the Eydie and Steve version the best. (not available at iTunes).
I knew you were pissed at me for not contacting you while I was home for the holidays.Girl, it was minus 6 when I was home. The roads were treacherous. My father raged at me for the way I was driving. I barely left the house. My mother couldn't stop crying when I left because we didn't do anything.Girl, I still love you. It was hard trying to multi-task while I was home. I felt like I got nothing accomplished.
I wrote this before Titus posted his 3:38 AM letter (and bless you Titus for writing her)'Are you ever lonely?'Well, that's a fine question from someone who so recently stood me up.Well Titus is a little shit for not being here (if that's what you meant)I'll tell you true story though, if it'll help put you to sleep. My father gave his mother just such a kit-cat clock, for Christmas, after he was drafted during Korea (1951). They lived in Richland Center--you know that beautiful little town out on Highway 14. God, I travelled that so many times as a kid--over the hills and through the woods to grandmother's house we went. He sent it back to her from basic training- Ft. Knox. And it must have meant something then- not kitsch (though she hung it in her kitchen). We all ( dozens of cousins we), loved that clock- that kitschty-kitchen clock. Associations? time spent with her (sadly now gone) growing up Wisconsin. And who ended up with that clock? I did. It was willed to me. It hangs near me (and dear to me), as I write this.
"Girl, it was minus 6 when I was home. The roads were treacherous. My father raged at me for the way I was driving. I barely left the house. My mother couldn't stop crying when I left because we didn't do anything."So you were grounded?
Hi, chicken.A lot of hippies had that clock in the 70s. But I remember older suburbanites having it back before it was ironic. Kids loved it but I think most adults thought it was low class.In my house, back then, we had a cuckoo clock. Kids loved that too. They'd go running into the kitchen to watch it when it went off.
Kids don't know crap about time :)
(my last comment was not directed to our tireless hostess)Good night, All
What else but global warming!!!!!
1. That clock can't stick to the beat; it could never play for James Brown. Then again, cats aren't known for being team players. 2. Bootsy Collins explaining James Brown's law that you always come in on the one.3. A couple years ago Bootsy Collins released a lusciously funky christmas album. One of the tracks took "Sleigh Ride" for a spin and included Charlie Daniels on violin and backup vocals.4. Collins and Daniels collaborated again this past November with Fallen Soldiers' Memorial. background.
But... But... The BBC engineers called it a "pip", not a "tick"! Who's right???Oh, woe is me, bloody contradicting experts... how will I know what to properly call it now?!
I have that exact clock. It hangs on the wall of my cottage in northern Wisconsin, next to the fireplace in the kitchen.It would have amused me for hours in my delta-nine tetrahydracannabinol college years. Now it amuses children and seems to annoy adults. Much like myself, it seems.I plan to use my extra tick for an extra sip of champagne this evening.
I have a Kit-Kat clock (which is what they're called). It hangs in the kitchen. I also have a cuckoo clock (a wedding gift from the in-laws) that hangs in the hall to the bedroom. In fact, we have clocks all over the house. I don't know why, as I'm not the most punctual fellow in the world, but I just like clocks. Nice, solid, wind-up clocks.(and pocket watches, too. I've got five of those. Any aspiring Freudians in the Alt-house are welcome to take a gander at what it means).And, Althouse, I expect you've already seen it, but for those who haven't, go to Mark Steyn's blog and check out his "Song Of The Week" feature on "Sleigh Ride." I've never cared for the song, but I do have an appreciation for it now after reading what Steyn had to say. (and fun tidbit - it's Luh-ROY Anderson, not LEE-roy. I never knew that before).It's snowing here in Massachusetts. I'll use the extra tick to salt the driveway tonight.
Now I feel bad.
I am sorry for not connecting with you while I was home.
What the hell kind of symbol is a Ball?Um.
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