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…but the robot mafia will get you, if you don’t buy a calendar with their picture on it. So, pre-order a Robots of Leisure calendar, before they send the robot hit squad after you!
Arr! Even when ye be pursuin’ other pursuits and not be bloggin’, thar always be time fer Talk Like a Pirate Day!
Now, ye bilge rats, what say we sit ‘er down wi’ a keg o’ rum and discuss the philosophical implications of the over commercialization of a silly web meme like talkin’ like a pirate, eh? Arrr!
You can’t handle the emo! If you jump off a bridge after listening to this, I’m sorry.
Or at least in the ocean off the state of Florida…
…OPHELIA BECOMES THE SEVENTH HURRICANE OF THE SEASON…STILL NOT MOVING…
Now Ophelia, she’s ‘neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession’s her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah’s great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Riding around this weekend, somehow, my evil spawn got it into their heads to have theme weddings. Pepperkat wants to have a pirate wedding in full costume.
Arr, will ye take this here scallywag to be yer lawfully wedded… and so on and so forth… where’s the rum?! Arrr!
Whiny liked the idea, but suggested a combination pirate-ninja wedding. Friends of the bride being required to wear eyepatches and friends of the groom being required to appear silently from the shadows.
They also discussed finding a mate who would accept such a ceremony. Obviously, if he/she agrees too quickly, they’re desperate and should be dumped. If they don’t agree at all, they’re no fun and should be dumped.
Hmm… they may be on to something…
Have to get that last bit off the top of my blog.
You’ll be glad to know that the “all Katrina all the time” show is about over here. Not that we’ll be forgetting about those that need help, but dwelling on it isn’t doing much good. So, instead, I’ll give you a rundown on the exciting weekend passed.
Thanks to a kind and just God, we have a plethora of dollar movie theaters around here. So, we spent a buck (plus popcorn and drinks) to go see Madagascar again (“Maurice, you have insulted the giant freaks!”) and fiddy cents (yes, 50 cents!) to see Bewitched (which wasn’t nearly as horrible as everyone made it out to be).
I worked on my cd and made very little progress. I have the music for a hard-rockin’ song all recorded, but I can’t come up with the right lyrics. Unfortunately, the recorder doesn’t have enough memory to hold more than one song at a time, so I’m stuck. (And I’m too lazy/stubborn to move it out of the way off the recorder and onto my pc and move on to something else.)
Driving lessons for Pepperkat are proceeding well. We took her all over the place yesterday afternoon. She drove us to the movies, then out to eat, then home again. We went to 3 different sammich places in different parts of town before finding one that was open (don’t ask), so she got a good workout. She’s getting pretty good at this driving stuff, and is panicking a lot less as time goes on.
That’s pretty much it for our long (but not nearly long enough) weekend. We laughed, we ate, we have a roof over our heads.
It’s good to be alive.
I’ve tried very hard to keep out of the blame game while people are in such need of help. I don’t think it’s useful to be throwing rocks at those who are supposed to be in charge of rescuing a devastated people. So, for a week, I’ve let my feelings fester about how horribly unprepared the government seems to have been for this crisis.
Then I saw this. Watch that, and then sit and try to listen to Brown and Chertoff tell you what a great job they did without punching the TV. I dare you.
I have no words for the sadness and rage.
Not trying to backseat drive here, but I wish there were more guys like these two involved in coordinating rescue and relief:
Lt. Gen. Russel Honore. Mayor Nagin said of Honore: “…he came off the doggone chopper, and he started cussing and people started moving. And he’s getting some stuff done. They ought to give that guy — if they don’t want to give it to me, give him full authority to get the job done, and we can save some people.”
Houston Mayor Bill White. Seeing that the Astrodome wasn’t going to hold everyone after all, the city kicked out the pre-planned conventions from other centers. White stepped up and said: “If it takes someone suing us, then sue–and then explain to the American public.”
One of the places where I’m going to sell my new CD when it’s done is at CD Baby. To help with disaster victims, they have a special group set up for participating musicians who are donating 100-percent of their profits to the Red Cross. Get this, there are 7,431 titles in that group!!
earBuzz artists are donating 100-percent of their sales to help victims.
Michele has organized a drive to bring school supplies to Houston to help with the displaced kids that will either be absorbed into the local schools or taught in makeshift classrooms in and around their Astrodome home (which now has its own zip code).