Saturday, February 23, 2008

No, I'm Not Judgemental. Nor Do I Have An Overly High Opinion Of Myself. Really.

Mr. Scoop does a killer John Belushi as Joe Cocker impression. I may have mentioned this before. "Why is this relevant?", you might be asking. Well, we just got done listening to a podcast made by, I'm sure, a very well meaning individual who wants entirely too badly to be as funny as Mr. Scoop. Like, called him and asked him to listen to it and everything. It wasn't. It wasn't even close. So, we figured if we were going to be amused by the idea of derivatively channeling someone else's funny, it'd be us goddammit. We sang along loudly to "Up Where We Belong" with the windows open as we mainlined Jack Daniels. And the Lord saw that it was good and assuaged us of the awkwardness of the podcast.

No. I'm not going to link to it. I'll just leave you to imagine the not funny.

Fun as it was to sing along to 1982's greatest contribution to pop music since McCartney and Jackson released "The Girl Is Mine", I had a larger agenda: although the cold has finally left my chest, I continue to suffer from some laryngitis which mostly affects my upper register. I discovered this when I let one of my seniors bring in his X-box 360 so the class could play Rock Band on the day before February vacation started as an alternative to watching a movie (because you know no one does work in their classes the day before vacation starts. Really.) I graciously volunteered to sing lead for the band when they attempted Boston's "Foreplay/Long Time", because that's the kind of kind, giving teacher I am. Of course I also pointed out to them that if I found any covertly uploaded video, from a cell phone that they aren't actually supposed to have in school, for example, of this event on YouTube then Bad ThingsTM would happen. Possibly followed by Very Bad ThingsTM. So far, nothing has turned up. Which is good, because I mostly embarrassed myself as, apparently, the late Brad Delp could hit notes that my congested, phelgmy ass can sit around and dream about. As I check YouTube for incriminating footage. So far, nothing. So far, everyone still passes for the semester. So far.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008


So, were you also totally sucked in by the premiere of Lost last Thursday? I was. I continue to be.

via Redneck Scottsdale Princess

I'm not sure I agree with the outcome, but, on the other hand, I suppose it's not outside the realm of possibility to be the character who hears voices that isn't Hurley. I'm just not laid back enough to be Hurley. And I don't have a bitching Camaro.


On a completely different note, this has to be the best Craig's List post ever.


As you peddled away crying, I realized that I had over reacted. I was having a bad day and had just spent a lot of money on a new paint job, but pulling a gun on you was out of line. I’d like to make a formal apology in person. Over a bottle of wine and/or dinner, perhaps?
via Dethroner

Now I just need to figure out what Mr. Scoop was doing in Portland, Oregon.


Oh, and Mr. Scoop has scored us lodging for Comic Con in San Diego for this coming July. We're already registered for the convention, because the thing just keeps getting more huge and we wanted to make sure we'd be there for all of it. Nothing like coming out of a whiskey blackout to discover your vacation is sold out. So, get ready California - we're coming back!

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Some Solutions Are Simple

Punxsutawney Phil has seen his shadow and thus determined we will have six more weeks of winter. I say, we should have shot him yesterday. You can't see your shadow if you're dead.


In other news, I'm still sick.

"You've been sick?" I hear you asking (well, the 3 of you that still come by on a semi-regular basis anyway).

Yes. The illness that spawned Plague Bunny continues to hold fast to my tender insides, specifically my chest and nasal passages. On the upside, I don't begin my mornings yelling, "Why am I coughing up blood?!" That would be Mr. Scoop. And he even went to a doctor, who told him he was fine but sent him out for a chest x-ray "just in case" (of what? tuberculosis?). However, I still have crap rattling around in my chest like a phlegmy Ghost of Illness Present, which leads to wheezing and general irritation on my part. I also have laryngitis. My kids are thrilled...except when I give them large worksheet packets of SAT vocabulary skill building to work on so they will be quiet and I don't have to take a sick day. I need those sick days for my car, of course.

And, speaking of my car, I finally have gotten to the point where I may actually buy a new car to replace the 92 Geo Prism that I have been driving since I purchased it in 1994. The Prism failed its inspection today. Something about the muffler and/or exhaust system. I'm waiting for them to call me back with an estimate. This would be the fifth or sixth time I've replaced some part related to the exhaust in the last eight years. I've had enough. I think it's time to let the car die. However, it's not as simple as I'd like it to be.

I had to call my bank to track down a really ancient auto loan that I finally paid off in 1999. I never was sent my title. They're going to send me some sort of paperwork that I have to bring to the DMV to submit other paperwork there and get a corrected copy of the title that shows that I'm actually the owner of the car. Then I can finally buy a new car. 20 business days from now. So, in the meantime, I'm going to have to pay for the work on the exhaust system. Dammit.

And, if I have new car, I will also have to start coming up with new reasons why I can't go home and visit on a regular basis and why I feel justified in taking a sick day when there is an inch of snow on the ground.