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?
"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.
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.
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.
that should be tuo which proves i ve had too much spilled cheap merlot tonight to be hopping around backwards lookout when the champaign flows tomorrow night wheee which i hope doesn t turn into eeehw anyway here is tick tock gone bad and too long but you can stop it when it ceases being funny about 40 seconds in hey they can t all be gems and i promise never to trip trippingly to reader s ear a cockroach doing that would freak some people out but just don t sleep on the kitchen floor and we ll all be fine
not having the vers libre poet in me i fear my prosaic nature sometimes misses the subtleties of dear reader s lovely lines which is not to say reader should not write a lot more of them because you always want more when someone doesn t quite write enough rather than when they write too much which is also true about food but i m not as appreciative when the cook has cleaned up too well afterwards
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 cockroach your trips are tweets to the ear like birds in dawn of spring s own dawn here here see here they sing back again as always are we so wake up if only, and to ...
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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48 comments:
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.
?retal kcot a evirra ti t'nseoD
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.!!
!!LOL
Son of a bitch is dug in like an Alabama tick.
i do love the backwards elements of the cockroach nature
as don't we all
or at least should
if not ought
***
there, that s better or at least
it trips more trippingly
to my ear
all i can hope for ...
... not being in b.c.'s league
(my last deletion had only to do with a simple line-break
which of course then led to a necessary additional editorial comment)
that should be tuo
which proves i ve had too much
spilled cheap merlot tonight
to be hopping around backwards
lookout when the champaign flows
tomorrow night wheee
which i hope doesn t turn into
eeehw
anyway here is tick tock gone bad
and too long
but you can stop it when it
ceases being funny about 40 seconds in
hey they can t all be gems
and i promise never to trip
trippingly to reader s ear
a cockroach doing that would
freak some people out
but just don t sleep on the kitchen floor
and we ll all be fine
.diputs era stac yhW
dnuora gnifoog tsuj s'ti swohs swollof taht oediv etunim 4 ehT .yllaer toN
not having the vers libre poet in me
i fear my prosaic nature sometimes
misses the subtleties of
dear reader s lovely lines
which is not to say
reader should not write
a lot more of them
because you always want more
when someone doesn t quite
write enough rather than when
they write too much
which is also true about food
but i m not as appreciative when
the cook has cleaned up
too 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 cockroach
your trips are tweets to the ear
like birds in dawn of spring s own dawn
here here see here they sing
back again as always are we
so wake up
if 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 me
Interesting, 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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