The humanity! Where's Bob Vila and Tim Allen when you need them?
This was our place on Saturday - that's the laundry room missing a wall.
The half-bath - a little too much like an outhouse for my taste.
More devastation.
Note the wanton destruction of at least one lawn flamingo - they took out Ovid! (They are, from left to right, Catullus, Horace, Ovid, and Bob.
The good news is, we have walls again, even though they're plywood.
I discovered the following over Thanksgiving:
Grandfather clocks that chime every 15 minutes are amazingly annoying
I bet that stuffing with sausage would be tasty in the morning with sunny-side-up eggs
Even newly-built homes can have mistakes, like showers with the hot and cold directional arrows reversed
"Planned communities", where everything is regulated from size and number of garden gnomes permitted to the approved colors of home exteriors, are quite creepy
The carpenter stood us up last night. He told me that he'd be here around 6 PM to continue work on the disaster area formerly known as the living room, which has now become the repository for his air compresser, ladder, a bucket of stuff, and a couple rolls of insulation.
This is what we get when Landlord Man hires someone for whom home repair is a sideline business. At least we can hold the guy's stuff hostage, if need be.
Just think if they'd thought of this during The Eighties! We could have snacked on Duran Duran Doritos, Frankie Goes to Hollywood Funyuns, or Pet Shop Boys Pringles!
Currently up for auction on E-Bay is a surcoat from Branagh's Henry V. This is more proof that you can buy just about anything on that highly addictive web site. Because I'm an avid costumer, I'm posting some closeups from the auction, for posterity's sake.
And, because I love this movie and really dig Branagh in general, I give you this. Much more butch than he was in the second Harry Potter flick.
I see that a "Kebab Korner" is coming soon to a strip mall near here. I wonder if they will serve Klav Kalash and crab juice?
One of the local TV stations is sponsoring a teddy bear collection for charity. I heard them announce that one of the places you can drop off the stuffed animals is Master's Bait and Tackle.
The setting: A German delicatessen.
Waiter: "Can I take your drink order?"
Moi: "I'm feeling a bit saucy, I'll have a sparkling water."
When waiter returns, he tells me they're out of sparkling water.
Later, same deli - the cash register.
Moi: "Can I get a bottle of Kingfisher beer? I can't seem to find it amidst your copious selection of beverages."
Cashier:"A what?"
Moi: "A Kingfisher. It's from India. It's on your list of beers."
Cashier:"Oh, that list is kind of old. I've worked here two years and never heard of that beer."
Moi: "Ah. I see."
Next day. The setting: the corner bagel shoppe.
Moi: "Yes, I'd like a toasted egg bagel, and - what sort of beverage is the "white chocolate" mentioned in big letters on that board?"
Counter help: "It's not a beverage. It's a cappuccino."
Moi: "Oh-oookay, I'll take one white chocolate cappuccino."
Counter help returns a minute later to tell me they're all out of the white chocolate.
Courtesy of Darren!
"You are the playful pin-up! Do you know how to be serious?"
Further proof that you really can't put much stock into these quizzes.
As you may know (if you don't know, just go to the most recent archive for some visuals) the house I'm currently inhabiting is rotting - well, a section of it is, anyway. The Landlord has hired a part-time carpenter to do the repair work. It's pretty obvious that our repair work is low on his list of priorities, though, to his credit, he skipped a day of work at his real job to work on our project Monday. Then again, I did too.
Today, he's working on another wall, the one behind where our sofa resides. This is near a bookcase. Panic Attack #1: My books! Somebody save my books! I grabbed the one rare one in that bookcase (Great Italian Textiles, very interesting) and brought it to the relative safety of the study.
Panic Attack #2: He had to shut off a circuit breaker while he destroyed a wall. Of course, this circuit was also the one that oversees the computers. So the UPS starts beeping, doing its job, telling me to shut things down. Only I can't shut the computers down, as the MONITORS are not on the UPS. It was kind of eerie how my B-52s cd was continuing to play. Anyway, with great trepidation, I turned them off at their respective main power switches. Then I cleaned my new ice skates and looked for a good salad recipe in my cookbooks.
Power has been restored - thankfully, my computer seems to be okay. Fortunately I'm a firm believer in Control-S, so I don't think I lost a lot of work. As long as the file's not corrputed, which has been known to happen on occasion. I hope Jeff's computer is in similar good shape.
I am Sinister, you know!
Another fine quiz that Darren unearthed.
