you bug eyed ones sure do like your tea, don't you? do you get some percentage of the taxes? what's in it for you?!
That's a non-caffeinated, after dinner tea, isn't it? Three dog night?
I'll be here all week, folks. Try the tofurkey...
The dogs are
so not eating the tofurky. Unless, um, there's nothing else.
(hey, that was dag on this thread. odd........)
So, I'm sitting here with the computer shuffling randomly through the few thousand songs on there, comes across the Eels album from a couple of years back. Haven't listened to it for a while, didn't recognize the song, and it starts in typical depressive Eels fashion, strumming guitar, down lyrics...
Blue light is flickering
Through the city streets
One billion tv sets
Glowing off concrete
One day closer to death
I know that i don't have too long
And right about here I remember the keystone to the song, the title and the closing line to each verse...
Whatever happened to soy bomb
Seemed as good a place as any to share that. It's six in the evening, the wife's out for the night, and I've got a bunch of radiology, theriogenology, and avian medicine to sift through.
And a pile of laundry sitting nastily in the suddenly snow-melt-wet basement floor. Joy of joys...
dagmaraka wrote:patiodog wrote:Like what, oh inscrutable bug-eyed one?
name-calling! Wheeee! I'm sticking around to watch...
We call names on this thread all the time.......nothing ever comes of it.
patiodog wrote:(hey, that was dag on this thread. odd........)
So, I'm sitting here with the computer shuffling randomly through the few thousand songs on there, comes across the Eels album from a couple of years back. Haven't listened to it for a while, didn't recognize the song, and it starts in typical depressive Eels fashion, strumming guitar, down lyrics...
Blue light is flickering
Through the city streets
One billion tv sets
Glowing off concrete
One day closer to death
I know that i don't have too long
And right about here I remember the keystone to the song, the title and the closing line to each verse...
Whatever happened to soy bomb
Seemed as good a place as any to share that. It's six in the evening, the wife's out for the night, and I've got a bunch of radiology, theriogenology, and avian medicine to sift through.
And a pile of laundry sitting nastily in the suddenly snow-melt-wet basement floor. Joy of joys...
Oh man!
(Dag's always odd.....why remark on it because she is odd here?)
But I'm procrastinating beautifully.
See, there's the laundry to be shifted (and a hell of a lot of it, too). And when I go down there I notice there's a light on over behind the bar, so I go to turn it off and bump into the piano, which I've got to bang around on for a while, and I can't remember the changes to a song, so I go to have a listen to it, and the music set-up is next to the guitar, so I pick at that for a while, and at that point the laundry needs to be moved again...
See, I can get through the whole evening this way without actually doing anything so odious as accomplishing something.
Goddamn I hate this gray time of year. The libido gets ready for spring but the mind's still in the grips of dark winter and nothing is worth doing. Mexico in 6 days... Mexico in 6 days...
patiodog wrote:But I'm procrastinating beautifully.
See, there's the laundry to be shifted (and a hell of a lot of it, too). And when I go down there I notice there's a light on over behind the bar, so I go to turn it off and bump into the piano, which I've got to bang around on for a while, and I can't remember the changes to a song, so I go to have a listen to it, and the music set-up is next to the guitar, so I pick at that for a while, and at that point the laundry needs to be moved again...
See, I can get through the whole evening this way without actually doing anything so odious as accomplishing something.
Goddamn I hate this gray time of year. The libido gets ready for spring but the mind's still in the grips of dark winter and nothing is worth doing. Mexico in 6 days... Mexico in 6 days...
Your libido's springing, but your mind is dark wintering?
Does that mean you'll try to come into bloom, but the sap will go to your roots instead, and make your balls bulbous?
I'm not a flower, deb. I am a big strong man dog. Me no pretty flower!
patiodog wrote:I'm not a flower, deb. I am a big strong man dog. Me no pretty flower!
Never heard of metaphor haven't we?
Too floral for thy big strong he dog brain? Hmmmmmm?
First name-calling, now flowery language. I think this thread is on the way out.
A composting toilet by any other name...
This thread is going nowhere.
bahstin bubbies and bulbous balls... ayup...
Had a good pickle at Logan airport once.
what was it -- delayed flight?
lost luggage?
embarrassing cavity search?
airports are always a hassle...
That thing looks as 'orrible as Rasputin's purported pickled penis.
Wut? It's Christmas already?
Yes, and you've been a veeeeeeeeeeery good boy. A bubby for my good bubby.
