1. Great title for a newspaper, don't you think?
2. What did you wake up to this morning?
3. We've discussed slime mold on this blog before, remember:
Oh, it's slime mold. Dog Vomit Fungus! Remember? I mentioned it here once, you know, that day when I deliberately vomit-blogged. But I've never seen it in my yard before, even though I have seen -- and photoblogged -- some pretty impressive fungus, fungus that makes you think not of vomiting, but of one of those other bodily activities.4. Meade says he remembers and claims to have participated, and I said it was before his time. (If you click the first link at #3, you'll see it was 2006, 3 years before I met Meade.) He says: "In the comments." I look. "Ah, yes! You're the first commenter":
Meade said...5. "In Thomas Mann's novel The Magic Mountain (Der Zauberberg), the psychologist Dr. Krokowski gives a lecture on the phallus impudicus:"
Is that fresh mulch? Might have come with that. Could be worse - you could have stinkhorn mushrooms... you know - Phallus impudicus.
And Dr. Krokowski had spoken about one fungus, famous since classical antiquity for its form and the powers ascribed to it -- a morel, its Latin name ending in the adjective impudicus, its form reminiscent of love, and its odor, of death. For the stench given off by the impudicus was strikingly like that of a decaying corpse, the odor coming from greenish, viscous slime that carried its spores and dripped from the bell-shaped cap. And even today, among the uneducated, this morel was thought to be an aphrodisiac.6. What did you wake up to this morning? Are your spores dripping from your bell-shaped cap?
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I woke up to a homemade chocolate chip banana muffin slathered with a Paula Deen size glop of butter.
Thank you Mrs. Tank.
I Love it When Ann Talks Dirty.
Dead Jim Morrison Robot says:
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.
In Heaven You Can Do This. Although -- Here in Heaven -- the Future's Pretty Certain, And the End already Happened: I Mean, you're Dead and All, but it's Groovy. It's All Like One Big Ending That's Also A Long Beginning: Pretty Trippy, Man.
I woke up to thoughts of putting in a call to our friend Pogo, whom I haven't seen, here, since that unfortunate dust up, here, and that I should have done that last night.
Dead Jim Morrison Robot says:
Sometimes My Indian Spirit Guide and I just Wander around Here in Heaven. Letting Things Happen. Just Being Free. It's Pretty Powerful, Man. You Have to Be Here to Really Understand.
1. Newspaper? What's a newspaper?
2. Birds chirping away. Not very neighborly of them. Nanny Bloomberg should ban chirping before 9:00 am. This isn't Kansas, you know.
3. Not that again. Twice in a lifetime would be too much but you keep wanting to go on and on about slime mold. Must be a Wisconsin thing. Anyway, those chirpy birds must have eaten it all here. Not our problem. Unlike, say, those little blue bags that people use to pick up dog poop, and then drop the filled ones by our tree out front. Nanny B should ban that too.
4. It's getting hot already. Time to start thinking about getting to the beach.
Pogo! Come back, Pogo, come back.
I forgot to unset my alarm last night so I awoke at 6 a.m. feeling quite pissy about it. Went back to sleep though. Big pile of homework today. It's ruining my summer. I haven't gone sculling yet.
Every great blues song begins with 'woke up this morning' even if those words aren't actually in the song.
I woke up with a stiff neck from sleeping on the futon at my son's house; and with the prospect of going out for breakfast at an amazing cafe a few blocks away.
Wouldn't there be copyright concerns with the Huffington Post over the name 'Slime Mold'. Or is that just a nickname.
Dead Jim Morrison Robot says:
Now that Ray is Up Here Too We Jam Sometimes. In Fact, We Really Rolled on This One Tune, it Went on For What Would Be About a Hundred Years on Earth, by the End I was Singing about Aspargus Ships.
. What did you wake up to this morning? Are your spores dripping from your bell-shaped cap?
Gettin a little personal there ain't ya, Althouse?
A drip and then brisk hour walk at 6:30 EDT in 70 degrees and 80% humidity. Then a nice in door shower.
Going to a wedding later. It'll be about 97 degrees, and I expect I'm going to melt. Me and two hundred others.
On the other hand, there's going to be one of those vodka ice chutes.
Mrs. Tank will be driving home.
Dead Jim Morrison Robot says:
In Heaven there is No Mute Nostril Agony, But I'm Good With That. Right Now Asparagus Ships are Where I'm At.
Dead Jim Morrison Robot says:
In Fact I Asked the Heavenly One How Did He Come About Making Asparagus Out of Nothing, but He Just Smiled. Cool Cat, the Heavenly One.
There are recalls and there are recalls.
This overcast and fog beats constant rain, all things being relative.
But July through October is grading and paving weather, and so far we are all Novembery. The Fontana Damn was letting its emergency spillway run full bore said the local news, and in July.
Whoever prayed for rain needs to stop.
I woke up about 4:30 a.m. with a raging piss hard-on. I kept checking it periodically but that little sucker just wouldn't go down. After about 10 minutes I said "fuck it" and got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
Evacuation was a success, eventually, but it required some odd bodily contortions and some serious effort on my part to keep things tidy.
TMI, I know, but you asked.
Ok.
If you must know.
I woke up with a sore back(moved the wrong way at work).
I made myself a cup of coffee from that Kurig thing.
I hobbled over to my computer which is where I keep my medications that make me feel normal. Or as my doctor says the "post middle age male cocktail." I have taken said medications and will soon be on my back on the family room floor for a tedious couple of hours until my back feels good enough to take the dog for a walk.
There. Aren't you glad you asked?
Dead Jim Morrison Robot says:
Up Here in Heaven You Can Look Down at Earth Anywhere You Want, and I Gotta Say: there are a LOT of Groovy Hot Chicks on the Planet. I mean, I Knew some in My Time, but Man they are Everywhere.
Five and a half games up...
Quietly cheering... don't want to jinx it.
In fact, I shouldn't be saying anything... call it an anonymous cheer.
Oh wow the bat taught me something new about men.
a Paula Deen size glop of butter
that's kinda freaking me out
a giant walking glop of butter
butter, butter...
and the butter says, "I didn't mean it, I was brought up that way."
and the butter wants to give me a hug
Dead Jim Morrison Robot says:
There's this One Chick in Nebraska, She Looks Just Like a young Raquel Welch. She Works at a Taco Bell. I Keep Waiting for Her to Play a 'Doors' Song, but She Hasn't Yet. It's OK, Man, I Got Time.
"Dead Jim Morrison Robot says..."
1. Wow, it's quite freaky that betamax started on Doors material before I published the next post, which refers to The Doors.
2. I did not look at the comments here until after that post went up.
3. I was writing about The Bible too.
4. Given that the post before this referenced the musical prayer "Just Give Me Some Kind of Sign," I take this to mean that Ray Manzarek -- who died in May -- is in Heaven.
5. Knocking on Heaven's Door.
Dead Jim Morrison Robot says:
In Heaven there is No Regret, which is a Good Thing 'cause I Did Some Pretty Stupid Stuff in My Time. Sometimes I Watch Parts of My Life Over Again and Think 'Man, I Should Be Embarrassed,' but I'm Not. Still, I Prefer watching the Groovy Parts More. Leather Pants, man: Leather Pants. And I Shoulda' Ate More Asparagus.
Here's Warren Zevon singing that old Bob Dylan song.
RE: "4. Given that the post before this referenced the musical prayer "Just Give Me Some Kind of Sign," I take this to mean that Ray Manzarek -- who died in May -- is in Heaven."
I Covered that, too: "Now that Ray is Up Here Too We Jam Sometimes."
I am Althouse Prescient. Should be a betamax tag on the next post for my Subliminal Contribution.
Re: "5. Knocking on Heaven's Door."
I Think I Planted This In Your Subconscious a Few Days Back with the Bob Dylan Kafka Robot.
I Will Use My Powers For Good.
Woke up to damp and rainy - again, and the prospect of taking Quasy Dog for a rabies shot.
I Am the Continuous Line on the Althouse Moebius Strip.
If Ann Posts an "Asparagus Cafe" Today The Circle Will Be Complete. Or Concentric. Or at Least Circular. Like My Reasoning.
We woke up to this
Thanks to all the rain we had last week, I woke up to tall grass and high humidity. Time to get out and mow, and plan to take water breaks.
Have been avoiding the John Woods version of Mann's Magic Mountain out of devotion to the Harriet Lowe-Porter one that I first read back in the 70s: since I'm never going to learn more German than the three dozen words I know now, HLP's Mann is Mann, for me. But today perahps I will be daring and walk into B&N; I know it's sitting on the shelf there.
Good name for a band that would do nothing but parody "My Morning Jacket".
I was talking to a man amongst a crowd at a party it seemed everybody was standing and I said, "I know that guy," and pointed to another person nearby, it's rude to point but we do anyway and the guy busted me pointing at him and acknowledged with a brilliant uninhibited smile.
Of weird mouse teeth. They are the wrong teeth. Like four main teeth in front aimed outward to converge, weird, but it is the right guy and I said, "That's Jim, he's deaf." And right then Jim still smiling broadly with mouse teeth indicated to me that my phone is ringing in my pocket.
This is the magic of life, a deaf guy from five feet away tells me my own phone is vibrating in my pocket. How does he know that? And I verbalize and sign, "I can never get these goddamn things out of my pocket without fucking up the call," I swear openly at trivial things, and both people are all ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha as I carefully pick the phone out of my pocket as if with tongs
And I wake up holding the remote to the television in front of my face as if it were something delicate. And I did miss a call.
Someone called as I was dreaming about encountering a deaf friend that the caller also knows. And I haven't seen either one of them in aaaaaaaaaaages. We are all three distant. So I called back and told them that, starting out with, "You woke me up."
And then I turned around and saw Hammond X Gritzkofe's cactus flowers and went, "ACE!"
"Phallus impudicus." 2006, and he was coming on to you already.
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