Cobalt === aren't you meant to be watching the sooooooooooper bowl, like everyone else is. that's where i'm off to. the TV.
The Bucs are bucking ass...... c.i.
Yep. look at those guys, eating Cheetos, drinking beer and watching sports.
Larry, the Atkins works for me. I had 25 big ones to lose, now down to 15. My problem is that even when I'm thin I still look round. Sigh. The only good thing is that I am most definitely cuddly.
Cobalt, sweetie, would you please forget about that jerk of a second husband? By now he is probably in a terminal state of ketosis! Instead, focus on that gorgeous author of Looking for Spinoza, Antonio Damasio. My goodness, I'd go looking for Spinoza with him any day of the week!! Don't ya just love men named Antonio? Banderas is my first love. Pant, pant.....
Meanwhile, back on the bus, the consevative person helping to jump start our engine has been looking at us with unmistakeable suspicion. Oh my gawd!! He looks just like Tom Ridge!!!!!
OleAnneNu: I was busy traipsing around the Phoenix Open late this afternoon and early evening! Since my son worked in the fancy schmancy catering for the Corporate Village there, I got a pass on the last day. Didn't see any play but did see lots of happy golfers, tired golfers, exhausted staff, and drunk golf hangers-on partying near the big screen TV's set up in the tents with the Super Bowl on TV. There was a huge projection screen set up in a deep bowl shaped area that was the most amazing quality I've ever seen on an outdoor screen - looked like the image you see in a flat screen TV of the highest quality and this sucker was about 24' tall by 40' wide!
CI: why travel to Timbucktoo when you can see such a gorgeous sunset among the mountain peaks here in Arizona? One moment the closest mountain peaks were a sheet of Venetian Red and I'd swear only ten minutes later they appeared charcoal!
Plant and garden affictionadoes? I walked with a group of departing staffers across the greens at the 18th hole to get a short cut to the parking lot about 7pm. The grass was so perfect, you'd swear you were on carpet and that each blade of grass was hand-trimmed.
Oh, Cobalt stops suddenly, realizing she was supposed to be noticing something about golf or football! Nah, it's all about the camp followers, lol!
Bet it cost a few dollars to keep it that way too!
c.i.
Di - Atkins worked for me too a couple of years ago, took 10-15 pounds off in just a couple of weeks, but came to a dead halt after that.
Blatham, .........I'm sorry I haven't seen the Bill Reid sclupture until now. I must agree that the compelling aspect.............. or the effect of the sclupture on the emotions is the drive behind the fantasy it generates..................
Screams...suitcases tumble and roll...pot pipes and curses spill...patio umbrellas bend sharply eastward as the Purple Pandemonium swerves and halts at the gravel shoulder. Up the aisle, our driver/dictator bounds gazelle-like over the chaos of bodies, luggage and cribbage boards, grabs up a particular passenger and kisses her....uh....carnivorously, yes, that's it...then drops her back down, heads back to his seat and once again assuming the demeanor of grave responsibility, restarts the engine and sprays the roadside cottonwoods with gravel as he heads to the sunset.
jes looks up momentarily. "I am totally lost. But at least my cold is getting better. Zinc cough drop, anyone?"
Have no cough drops but think Jespah's idea for providing occasional synopsis is great!
Otherwise newcomers commit gaffes - take me, for instance: first I get rid of a wooden blob by airdropping it near Las Vegas, only to discover too late that it was artwork. Then I get booted out of the Purple Pandemonium - a magical mystery tour bus in Saltspring Island, British Columbia - due to unkind comment concerning a bronze blob which, you guessed it, ALSO turns out to be artwork.
At this point am sitting in Lola's study in Manhattan writing 100 times in longhand "I will never comment on artwork again" and hoping nobody will ask me to give back my adored F-117 Wobbly Goblin, parked just outside Lola's townhouse where I can keep an eye on it.
The rest of the group is still on the Purple Pandemonium....... <G>
Ms HofT, First of all, I'm LMAO so what follows may not make much sense. We are talking about "art works," aren't we? Any comment is acceptable, because everybody realizes that art is a very subjective form of expression. There's a sculpture in San Jose, California, that looks like a pile of dung - no kidding, but it's actually a very religious symbol for some Indian/South American tribe. Now, how in the world is everybody to understand that that pile of sh*t is supposed to be religious?
LOL c.i.
not all works of art are religious but some really are a pile of sh1t.
http://www.culturekiosque.com/art/exhibiti/rheshit.htm
Steve - great to see you here and thanks for your contribution to the rapidly growing art collection in Lola's Salon!
You have a choice between joining the real fun on the Blatham-operated Magical Mystery Tour Bus (will require some reading on your part, of the last several pages) or sitting here at Lola's study with me; am going to be very, very quiet though while I complete my penmanship homework - estimated completion next Saturday noon - but maybe the carousing travellers will be back by then <G>
The Purple Pandemonium, carrying it's Merry Marauders, is once again cruising down the road.
Sitting in her LazyBoy Recliner, with her trusty dog Jack, PaL is remembering a conversation that she overheard at a cafe, while shopping on Salt Spring Island.
An author was discussing his current work-in-progress with his publisher. The publisher made this comment....
"This is a story! Leave the Reality behind! Leave your Ego behind!"
"But, is that possible?'
"It's the only way to write this story!"
Lola is happy to have returned to her seat, after being flung about by sudden erratic driving on the part of the otherwise responsible and beloved bus driver. Nice kiss too......I think I'll keep it, thank you. Still dear Blatham could have helped me to my seat. Oh well, a little jostling never hurt anyone. Everyone else ok?
No need, none, HofT to do penitence. As c.i. said, art work and it's appreciation is subjective, entirely. And as friends, we can disagree, even violently, as long as cruelty is rare. I'm sensing that there are some disagreements among friends here........ Please, we should all remember that agreement is only valuable if genuine. Otherwise, open disagreement is the only true form of friendship. Anger is tolerated too.
Agreeing with HofT, Steve, glad to see you here again. And I agree with you, that "art work" you've linked us to does not, in my opinion, qualify. It's real **** rather than art posing as ****.
Good to be back into normal schedule. Happy to see all my friends.
edited for punctuation error, edited a second time for lines out of order problem
Hi Hoft, Lola and all
Think I'll sit around here for a while and see what transpires. (Was going to say happens, but this is clearly a forum demanding a certain amount of intellect, so pretending to have one...)
"transpires" is a fine word, Steve.......but "happen" is good too....the salon makes room for all types, which ever you feel like being today or any day.
Make yourself comfortable. Would you like a nice glass of Gertrude? Red or white? Jeffers will make sure you have whatever you need. I love to have you here.
And with all reality and ego left behind, our Purple Pandemonium story continues............
Delighted to hear she's free at last to do as she wishes, HofT talks Steve (mystery solved, btw, Steve was the anonymous reader in Lola's library!) into joining her and the other Salon habitues. The two catch up with Purple Pandemonium, breathlessly hop on while it's picking up speed, find comfortable seats near the back, and eagerly start planning new adventures <G>
